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aristrocrat · 3 years ago

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Chapter 10

S1 Episode 9

SUMMARY: The pack tries to figure out how to steal Allison’s necklace while also dealing with Jackson’s threats.

TW: if divorce/the arguing between parents is at all triggering to you, please stop reading as soon as Stiles drops y/n off at home.

WORD COUNT: close to 5000 i think?

A/N: This is probably my best work yet. I have finally decided to start proofreading and revising my work instead of just posting my rough drafts being as there are now quite a few of you following along in my series. I swear I’ll stop being so lazy from here on out. I’M REALLY PROUD OF THIS PLEASE ENJOY AHHH

He felt his chest erupt in butterflies at the sight of you nuzzling deeper into his chest as you slept. He always dreamt of what it would be like to date you. He knew the kisses would be sweet and the moments playful. He never imagined though how his heart would burst at the sight of you falling asleep on his chest.

You twitched as you fell into your deep slumber, groaning softly and out of the blue as your dreams presented you with forgettable images and scenes. His mind never envisioned the way your limbs would tangle so naturally with his as you sprawled out on his couch. It was the small moments he loved; making you laugh until you cried, seeing the way your eyes lit up when he kissed your forehead, watching as you subconsciously cuddled into him as you slept peacefully.

“Hey, Y/N,” He whispered, his heart breaking at the idea of him waking you up from such a tranquil state. You groaned and stirred a bit, making him chuckle softly. “Baby, you gotta wake up. You said your dad was expecting you at 8:00.”

“Nooo, you’re too comfy to wake up,” You mumbled, burying your face into his warm chest and tucking your hand into his hoodie pocket.

“You’re making it really hard to follow your orders,” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. “If I had it my way, we’d just stay like this forever..”

You smiled at the way he spoke to you. It was new, along with most of his recent mannerisms and actions. Ever since the relationship became official, he exposed a side of himself that he has never felt capable of presenting to anyone other than you. He was still sarcastic and goofy at times, but this was an entirely different Stiles. He was effortlessly vulnerable and affectionate towards you. He spoke of fond memories that he shared with his late mother; how she tucked him in until she no longer recognized him or about how your mannerisms and sense of humor mirrored hers. No matter what the tone of a conversation was, his gaze glimmered with adoration for you. It was an effortless transition, melting into your roles of boyfriend and girlfriend. It felt familiar to be his. He felt like home.

“What time is it?” You yawned, finally perking your head up to look at him. He was already looking down at you.

“7:35. I hesitated to wake you up,” He smiled, making you let out a single breathy chuckle. “We should probably get going, huh? You have to get ready to go to that dinner.”

“I don’t know why they’re making it out to be such a formal event,” You shook your head, looking down at the Beatles logo on his grey hoodie. “The last time they acted like this was when they told me my dad got that international job out of LA. I can only imagine what type of news they’re going to drop on me tonight.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” He frowned at the way you anxiously played with his hoodie strings.

“No, no, Scott did ask you to hang out tonight. I don’t want to blow him off when he’s still this heartbroken over Allison,” You sighed, looking up. He threw his head back and groaned.

“As if he hasn’t blown us off for Allison,” He grumbled. “I’d so much rather go with you anyway. He’s got some stupid plan he wants help with.”

“As much as I would love to bring you with me, I still feel like you should play along with his stupid plan,” You giggled, finally sitting up to stretch your stiff body. “You wanna sneak into my room tonight and spend the night again? We can finish that game of chess.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you after we’re done,” He nodded, leaning down to pull on his shoes. You watched as his hoodie stretched out, showing off the subtle muscular definition of his back. You smiled and mindlessly reached forward to rub your hand up and down his spine as he slipped on his sneakers. “I have to warn you, though. It is a beyond stupid idea. So, we might not be done before midnight. I mean, you know, if we don’t get arrested.”

“Are you fucking joking?” You laughed as he jumped off the couch with his lips turned into a smirk. “Do I wanna know?”

“Oh, definitely not,” He said nonchalantly, making you laugh again before you stood up to slip your own shoes on. “If all goes well, I’ll sneak in.. Wait, is your mom working the late-night shift?”

“Yeah, she’s going in at 10:00. I’ll let you know when the coast is clear,” You smiled. He was deeply afraid of your mother. But then again, who wasn’t?

“You got everything?” He asked, reaching towards his front door.

“Unfortunately,” You mumbled, not quite ready to leave. He let out a single breathy chuckle, holding the door open for you and watching you make your way to his Jeep.

The ride home went by quickly, soft conversations and music occupying the otherwise silent night. He reached down and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers in yours with an effortless swoop, resting them on your thigh. He dropped you off in front of your house after kissing you softly, bidding you a pouty farewell. You walked up to your front door, watching him pull into Scott’s driveway and awaiting that night’s stupid adventure. You walked in and were greeted by your father.

“Hey, kiddo,” He smiled, lacking his usual energy. He walked up to you, kissing your forehead before heading upstairs without bombarding you with his usual questions. That was odd. No matter how tired he was, he always greeted you with the utmost enthusiasm. You hesitated to call after him as you watched him defeatedly climb the stairs.

“You okay?” You twisted the ring on your finger anxiously. He paused as he reached the final step before looking back at you.

“Long night,” He smiled sadly. “Your mom was called in early. Raincheck on tonight’s dinner?”

“Yeah, okay,” You nodded slowly as he turned around and walked into his room. You furrowed your brows at the unusual conduct, your mind flooding with anxious thoughts that have been haunting you for the past few days. Something was going on with them and you weren’t quite sure if you wanted to know. You decided to brush it off and walk back out to Stiles’ jeep to check if he was still there. You smiled when you saw his silhouette typing away on his phone. You knocked on the passenger’s window, seeing him lean over and crank it down.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?” He smiled at you, leaning back to his original position.

“I think my parents got into a fight or something. But dinner’s canceled and I was wondering if I could come with you tonight,” You answered, leaning up against the now open window.

“You sure you wanna come? Derek is going to try and find out who the alpha is. So, we have to drive his car around to distract the hunters and the police so that he can have a better shot at not being caught,” He admitted, making your jaw drop. “Yeah, I told you it was stupid. Still want in?”

“Is that even a question?” You laughed, opening his door and hopping in the back, watching Scott make his way to the Jeep. He looked at you in annoyance for a moment before speaking up.

“We are not taking her.”

“But I’ll be good, Mom!” You shouted sarcastically, making Stiles chuckle.

“Come on, dude! She’s the brains in this operation!” He defended.

“I know that. But it’s too dangerous. Go home, Y/N.”

“More dangerous than the other night at the school?” You asked. Scott stood in silence before sighing.

“Fine, you can come. But if we get caught, I don't want to hear you complain about a lost full ride to Yale or whatever,” He grumbled, hopping in the passenger’s seat.

“I can live with that,” You smiled, leaning back.

———

“You want me to steal Allison’s necklace?!” You shouted, earning a shush from both boys. “You made me drive the get-away car last night! I don’t wanna do this too!”

“We aren’t trying to get you to steal it. Just like ask to borrow it or something,” Scott said.

“Come on! You’re our only hope!” Stiles pouted. “You were a rockstar last night. I didn’t even know you could drive like that! What's stealing a necklace?”

“Yeah, she won’t even look at me. Please, Y/N, I can’t be the one to do it,” Scott pleaded.

“Why not? This could be your chance to get close to her again,” You turned back around, grabbing your books from your locker. “And even if I wanted to, I don’t even know if I could help you. Jackson keeps stealing her away from me.”

“How about, and hear me out on this one, you both try?” Stiles waved his arms. You and Scott looked at each other and sighed.

“Fine.”

“Nice! Let’s meet at lunch and discuss the progress you two make, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” You sighed again, closing your locker. “I’ll see you then. I gotta go. I told Lydia I’d meet up with her before class to talk about Jackson. Good luck.”

“You're the best! I owe you big time,” Scott smiled, holding out his fist for you to bump. You looked down at it and walked off. “Not cool!”

———

“So?” Stiles asked hopefully as you sat down.

“I finally got a moment with her but she was crying so I wasn’t able to sneak it into the conversation,” You muttered, setting your tray down across from him. “How about Scott?”

“Well, he was thrown off his game because apparently, Jackson knows,” He dropped his apple to lean in, trying not to speak too loudly.

“Like he knows we want the necklace?”

“No, he knows that Scott’s a werewolf,” He whispered, making your eyes widen.

“Is that sarcasm? Because I can’t tell with you sometimes."

“What? No, like he actually knows! And he’s threatening Scott by saying if he doesn’t make him a werewolf too, then he’s going to tell Allison- Hold on, why was she crying?”

“Because I know nothing about girls and they’re psychotic,” Scott huffed, practically throwing his tray down next to Stiles.

“Girls aren’t psychotic. You’re just an idiot,” You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of your lunch.

“I thought those pictures would be a sweet gesture!” He cried, earning odd looks from the table behind you.

“You thought sending her old pictures of you guys kissing would make her want you back?” You deadpanned.

“Yikes, I was going to try to stick up for you, buddy, but that’s bad,” Stiles mumbled. “Luckily, I came up with a Plan B just in case anything like this happened.”

“Let me guess, you want us to steal it?” You looked up in disappointment.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He pointed his fork at you. “Do you have a better plan?”

“Uh, yeah. How about we talk to Harris?”

“My dad put him on a twenty-four-hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got,” He said exasperatedly.

“Okay, I see where you’re coming from now,” You nodded.

“Thank you!”

“Guys.. he’s watching us,” Scott muttered. You looked behind you and saw that Jackson was smirking, not bothering to be discrete.

“That’s not creepy..” You mumbled before Scott began acting odd. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s talking to me,” Scott replied. “He knows I can hear him. Stop looking at him. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening.”

You looked over at your boyfriend with shock, not knowing what to say.

“Say something,” Scott looked up at Stiles impatiently. “Talk to me!”

“Okay, okay. Um... I can only think of bad things to talk about! What is wrong with me?” Your face fell into your hands. Scott looked over at Stiles.

“I can’t think of anything— my mind’s a complete blank!”

“Your mind’s blank? You can’t think of something to say?”

“Not under this kind of pressure!” He widened his eyes and shook his head, looking back at Jackson's table. “FYI, he’s not even sitting with them anymore.”

“Where the hell is he?” Scott looked around. You began to turn before he stopped you. “No, don’t look, it’ll make it obvious.”

You looked at him anxiously, hearing as he muttered angrily.

“Hey, it’s okay,” You placed your hand on his hand, trying to snap him out of the trance. “Want me to talk about something?”

“Anything, please!”

“I think my parents are going to get divorced,” You said quickly. His face dropped.

“What?” Scott’s full attention was now on you, watching with worry.

“Yeah, they’re acting really weird,” You nodded, feeling incredibly vulnerable with your candid statement. “My mom keeps avoiding him by taking every available shift when he’s in town and my dad’s acting like a kicked puppy. It’s been happening for a while now. He’s even been leaving earlier than usual for his business trips.”

“Are you being serious or did you just wanna get my attention?” He asked, scanning your face and hoping it was a joke. “Because he’s not even talking to me anymore.”

“No, no, I’m being serious,” You sighed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He furrowed his brows with concern.

“I figured you had a lot going on already, I didn’t wanna burden you with this,” You shrugged, taking another bite.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Stiles finally spoke up, sounding a little hurt.

“Well, I wasn’t sure until last night. That’s why I tagged along,” You replied, trying not to show any type of negative emotion. “Can we change the subject since he’s not talking to you anymore?”

“Uh, yeah..” Scott nodded, staying silent for a few seconds. “Okay, I totally get the whole mind’s a blank thing now.”

“See??” Stiles exclaimed, making you both laugh. “Okay, I think we should try and make a plan to steal the stupid necklace before Jackson comes back.”

———

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to my place?” Stiles asked as he parked the Jeep in your driveway. You sighed.

“Yeah, I think I should talk to them and see what’s going on,” You nodded, keeping your gaze averted on your parents’ vehicles parked in front of you.

“You wanna talk about it?” Stiles’ voice was soft, trying not to provoke the impending breakdown that loomed above you.

“Not exactly,” You muttered, mindlessly rubbing at your cheek, an anxious tick he knew all too well.

“I wish I could say something to make you feel better, but..”

“Your mind’s a blank?” You smiled, finally looking over at him. He chuckled and nodded. “Mine would be too honestly. When Scott’s parents got divorced, I literally pat his back and said ‘there, there’.”

“I remember that!” He threw his head back in laughter. “We all sat there laughing for like five minutes. He literally had to use his inhaler because of the way you made him wheeze-laugh.”

“Oh my god, I almost forgot about that!” You giggled, remembering the bittersweet memory. You both spoke for a few minutes, the conversation flowed easily and was almost light enough to make you forget about the overhanging question: what the hell was going on with your parents?

They’ve had a healthy relationship for the entirety of your life. If they fought, the only remnants of their argument would linger into the next morning at most. They loved fiercely and taught you everything you knew about relationships; what to expect, how to show affection, how to wear your heart on your sleeve. In the past month and a half, everything in your life changed. Your social status, your love life, your friend group, the sudden exposure and fight with the supernatural; every aspect of your life has changed dramatically with the exception of your family. That is, until about a week ago.

Your father got home from a work trip and was greeted happily by your mother. They were hopelessly in love one night and aloof the next. The next day, suddenly your mother was distant and your father quiet; behaviors that were hardly portrayed by them.

After about half an hour of talking, you finally said your goodbyes before you began walking into your house. The door was unlocked, so you opened it to reveal a scene that had never been exhibited in your home. The muted TV and broken wine glass on the floor hinted at the weight of the argument. They hardly ever drank before 7 o’clock in an effort to set a good example for you. Your legs carried you slowly and hesitantly to explore the kitchen. The dishes were piled up in the sink from the night before and a damp rag was carelessly tossed on the floor, the wall still wet with a faint trail of its water.

“GET OUT!” You heard your mother scream suddenly behind a closed door. “You really expect me to bargain with you when you CHEATED on me with HER?!”

Your father’s soft pleads were but inaudible murmurs. They easily drowned out in your mother’s cries. Your body froze at the bottom of the stairs when you saw your father get pushed out of their shared bedroom. His hair was messy and there were bags under his eyes. He was so caught up in the moment that he didn't even think to look down.

“Take this and leave,” Her voice was raw from crying as she tossed out a heavy suitcase that barely missed your father's frame by a hair. “How could you do this to me? To us! Why did you make me believe you were still in love when-”

“I am still in love with you! Please, darling, don’t do this, let me explain!”

“You do not get to call me that. And what is there to explain? I SAW YOU!” She roared before the only sound the echoed down the hallways was her broken sobs. “I saw you.”

“Will you please just talk to me? You’ve been avoiding me since you found out and now you’re lashing out because-“

“BECAUSE I CAUGHT MY HUSBAND HAVING AN AFFAIR?! Excuse me for having a perfectly justified response,” She walked past him, freezing when she saw you standing wide-eyed at the bottom of the staircase. Her angry face, red and puffy from the crying, fell into one of guilt. “Y/N, honey..”

“Y/N?” He turned to confirm his heartbreaking suspicions; his daughter was home and listening to the argument.

“You’re having an affair?” You shook your head, eyes burning as they held back the wave of hot tears. His shoulders dropped at the sight, not knowing what to say.

“With who?” Your voice shook with shock but the question came out as an authoritative statement.

“Natalie Martin,” Your mother spat, grabbing his suitcase and lugging it downstairs, your father behind her.

“Mrs. Martin?!” You shouted, stepping back as your father reached out for you. “So the night I found her here. Oh my god... You told me she was here looking for Lydia. Why would you- How could you..”

“Tell me how to make this better,” Your father sobbed, looking at you with desperation. He reached out to hold you. You stepped back, finally meeting his devastating gaze with your emotionless one.

“Leave,” You muttered, shaking your head. “Just leave.”

You ran upstairs despite your parents calling after you and slammed your door shut. You knew it was bad, but not this bad. You figured your mother lost interest or got tired of how often your dad was gone. You never imagined that he was sleeping with your friend’s mom, your fucking teacher.

The man who encouraged your relationship by talking about how much he loved your mother; the man who showed you what it was to trust in a man was the same one who broke up your family in his cloud of lust for a woman he dared to lie about. He cheated. He falsified a happy life, a happy marriage, a happy home effortlessly while he was secretly fucking the woman your mother has been cautious of since they began dating decades ago.

Your eyes grew blurry from the hot tears that threatened to break through your barrier, not wanting to cry over the loss of your favorite parent. Your breath was heavy and increasing in pace. Shaking, you took a seat on your bed, feeling the gravity of the situation yank at your stomach. You tuned out the sound of your front door opening and closing, followed by the revving of an all too familiar engine. Your mother fell silent but you dared not disturb her, not quite ready for the talk that followed the shit show that transpired only moments before.

You angrily wiped the tear that broke past your emotional dam. Everything you’ve known in your life was flipped upside down since the school year began. Your social status, your friend group, your relationship with Scott, Stiles, your knowledge of the supernatural- EVERYTHING was entering a new phase in your life. The one thing that felt lethargic was your home life, and you found comfort in that. Until this day. This was not only a new chapter in life, it was a new damn book, a shitty sequel no one asked for.

You curled into your pillow, the faint smell of your boyfriend’s cologne ever so gently lingered, bringing you a slight peace of mind. Regardless of how badly you wanted to run to his house and spill everything, you did not dare bother him while he was so close to figuring out who the alpha was. Not only that, but he had his hands full with harboring California's most wanted fugitive and figuring out a way to trace the text that was sent to Allison's phone. That was what finally brought you to tears; the need to see the boy who made everything feel better and the inability to do anything about it.

A knock on your window brought you out of your congested mind. You jumped before realizing that it was your best friend. You quickly wiped your tear-stained cheeks and sat up, begrudgingly opening the window.

“Did your mom tell you already?” You scoffed as he slid into your room. “That’s gotta be a world record."

“No, I heard the screaming,” He said softly. You nodded, sitting back down on your bed. “I stepped outside and saw your dad leave. I kinda freaked out when I heard your heart racing so I came over... I'd ask how you were holding up but I can literally smell your emotions. You wanna talk about it?”

“That’s actually the opposite of what I wanna do,” You muttered, eyes averted on the wall in front of you. He nodded, not taking his eyes off of you. He could feel your anguish. He couldn't tell if it was empathy or yet another trait of being a werewolf, being emotionally or physically bound to his pack. Either way, being as you were arguably the person he loved most, it was a gutwrenching sight. He was dying to lift the mood.

“Is it bad that part of me wants to pat your back and say there, there?” He shifted his weight, making you chuckle half-heartedly.

“I feel like that’s a perfectly good response to this situation,” You defended, smiling slightly as you finally made eye contact. He giggled and sat down next to you. “Did you feel this shitty when your parents split?”

“No,” He admitted without hesitation. “I felt relieved. They fought about everything and I was tired of sneaking into your bed every night so that I could get some sleep.”

“Right,” You nodded once, pursing your lips. “I almost forgot about that.”

“I’m sorry you have to go through this, dude,” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders in the same comforting way he has since you were children. You placed your head on his own shoulder. “It’s crazy. Just when it feels like everything in our lives has changed, the universe finds another way to prove us wrong.”

“It’s just one fuck-you after the other,” You agreed, making him chuckle again. “Hey, did you get the necklace?”

“Mhm,” He hummed. “But long story short; yeah, I got it.”

“Wanna go to your house and examine it before we go to the game?” You asked. He furrowed his brow and looked over at you.

“You still want to go to the game?”

“Yeah, it’s Bilinski’s first game on first line!” You laughed. “Plus I need to get the hell out of here.”

“Sounds like a plan. Are we leaving through the front door or out the window?” He grinned.

“I’m pretty sure my mom’s going to be the one to get the house so definitely the window from here on out.”

———

“Stiles hasn’t answered my text, you think he got the picture?” Scott asked you anxiously as he walked out of the locker room.

“He isn’t answering my texts either,” You huffed, looking up from your phone and walking out towards the field. The stands were bursting with an excited crowd. As you scanned over familiar faces in the crowd and bench alike, your eyes locked with Mr. Stilinski.

“That’s it. I’m gonna call him,” Scott mumbled, walking away from you.

“No, wait! Scott!” You pleaded, not wanting to be the one to invent some excuse as to why Stiles wasn’t at the game.

“Y/N!” Noah called with a smile.

“Damn it,” You muttered before waving back and mirroring his expression. You walked over to him. “Hey, Mr. Stilinski!”

“Do you know where the hell my son is?” He laughed.

“I was actually about to ask you the same question,” You furrowed your brows. “Scott’s trying to call him. I’ll come find you if we figure anything out.”

“Should I be worried?” He asked, not quite sure if you were telling the truth.

“No! No!” You laughed, earning an unamused expression. “Okay, yeah, probably. But honest to God I don’t know where he’s at.”

“Okay, I’m choosing to trust you on this one,” He shook his head, walking off.

“Come on, Stiles,” You mumbled looking at your phone. “Where are you?”

CHAPTER 11 ->

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miyaniacs · 4 years ago

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Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

Chapter 8 - I love you’s and lies

Chapter 7- take you home ; Index ; masterlist

warnings: slight NSFW and FLUFF

a/n: this is kind of long upss - also sorry for typos, I looked through it and corrected everything but then posted it and everything was gone except the headline, so I had to edit everything again but was too lazy too really correct everything again ( two times )

Thursday, 9am

The sun shines on your face.

You groan and hide your face in the sheets. Your head hurts. You extend your arm and reach for your phone.

9:48 am.

Well your class already started so there’s no need to get up now.

You’re about to put your phone away when a message pops up.

From: Bokuto

9:48am

Hey there sunshine! I hoped you slept well! I’m sorry for not texting you before, I was busy with .. work… and well yeah- don’t worry tho I’m fine!

9:48am

I miss you..

9:49am

Do you want to hang out today?

You feel something shift behind you, immediately you’re pulled back against a strong chest, as small kisses are planted all over your shoulders.

Forgetting about the messages you’ve just read, you turn around and look up at beautiful olive eyes. “Good morning my love.” He says in his even deeper morning voice.

“Hey baby.” You beam back, pressing kisses all over his face.

“How’d you sleep?” He laughs softly.

“Perfect! Your bed is so comfy - I can’t believe you hid it from me all the time.” You playfully pout.

Ushijima laughs softly and rolls on his back, pulling you with him.

“That’s not funny.” You pout and he laughs even more. “Wait until you see the rest of it - and wait until you get a taste of the amazing coffee I make.” He smirks and kisses your forehead.

“Oh? An amazing coffee made by my amazing boyfriend?” You joke around until you realise what you just called him. Your whole body stiffens and you start ramble: “I - I that’s not what I meant I know we -“ but Ushijima interrupts you.

“Baby, baby, stop. There is no need to apologise. I’d love it when you call me your boyfriend.” He smiles at you lovingly.

You look up at him with big eyes, a blush on your face and a big smile.

“Does that mean … that you’ll call me your girlfriend? That you introduce myself as your girlfriend when we’re with others?”

“Yes baby. That’s what I mean. I would love to make things even more official, so everyone knew you’re mine and that they better not mess with you… but I can’t You still got your job to do.” He frowns.

Ah yes, the job.

Bokuto.

You sigh at the thought of his face, his golden eyes.. his smile.

“But love, don’t worry. I trust you. I know that you’ll always come back to me at the end of the day. That your heart belongs to me. I uhm… I’m sorry if I come off too jealous … I just.. I wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same.. and..” You shut him off by placing your lips on his.

“You big stupid idiot. Of course I feel the same.” You chuckle.

“Say it.” He looks into your eyes.

“I love you Toshi.” You say softly and blush.

Ushijimas face breaks his usual neural mask and he smiles.

He smiles such a beautiful and heartwarming simile, you have never seen him smile like this before.

“I love you too Y/N.” He leans upwards and kisses you passionately, rolling over you, deepening the kiss. “ I love you so so much.” He mutters over and over again. It feels as if a wall broke done between the two of you.

Your hands roam over his broad shoulders and you begin to kiss his neck when you hear your phone ring.

Ushijima rolls to his side and groans.

Grabbing your phone you look at the caller ID and suck in your breath.

“It’s him right?” He rolls his eyes when he sees you nod, “Then go get it.”

“Hey?” You shyly say.

“HEYY Y/N! Sorry did I wake you up?” Bokuto beams and you feel Ushijima shift beside you.

“No noo, you didn’t ! What’s up Kou?” Your smile quickly drops as soon as you see Ushijima sitting in-between your legs, evilly smirking. You mouth a “NO” and try to crawl away, but he simply grabs your legs with his big hands holding you in place - and then he begins his magic.

“Oh nothing much…, I uhm… I just missed you..” Bokuto stutters. You let out a surprised squeal when you feel two fingers inside of you.

“Oh.. uhm I’m sorry I shouldn't have called you.” Bokuto begins. “No noooo I’m sorry I was just surprised. Uhm… do you want to meet up?” You ask, trying your best to ignore Ushijima.

“YES! I- uhm I mean Yes, sure.” You can practically see Bokuto scratching his head through the phone and you smile to yourself.

“So… tonight at uhmmm.. 8pm?” You suggest.

“Yes! Perfect- I’ll pick you up at yours and we can go shopping and then head to mine?” He asks now shy again.

“That sounds perfect Kou.” You smile.

“Okay - I - uhm need to go now. Boss is calling.” He laughs, “ See you tonight!” And he hangs up.

Immediately you throw your phone on the other side of the bed and your hands grab Ushijimas hair. You scream when he bites your clit. “TOSHI OMG!”

“So … tonight?” He mumbles against you, “What do you two do?”

“I… ughhhhh fuckkkk - we chill at his… and — AHHHG!” Arching your back you groan and grab the pillow.

“Ahh… so you and him alone… in his flat.. late at night…” his fingers move faster and faster while his tongue circles around your sensitive knot.

“No.. Toshi.. this.. OMG TOSH I’M GONNA COME!”

“Yes babygirl, scream my name.” He demands.

“USHIJIMA !!!!” You scream and lift up your body.

Thursday, 11am

“Andddd here’s your special coffee!” Ushijima places the coffee mug in front of you on the table.

Taking a sip you frown.

“Wow. I can’t believe you’ve hid, an amazing bed, this beautiful view, this whole beautiful place, AND that you’re practically a barista. Ushijima? Who are you? OH also are you a florist? How do you keep all those plants alive?” You shake your head and he laughs loudly.

“I’m sorry love, I promise you form this day on, you’ll get to see all of me.” He smiles and looks at you with love filled eyes. You grab his face and kiss him passionately. His hands wander down your body and he grabs your waist, lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his torso, your hands find their way to his hair. His arms move upwards to your back, pulling you closer to him.

Pulling away, Ushijima looks into your eyes. His eyes are soft, so incredibly soft, you feel your heart getting heavier with each second you look into them. Then your stomach grumbles, ruining this perfect moment.

“Well… I’ll better make something to eat.” He laughs.

Thursday, 7:50pm

You came home just a few minutes ago. You and Ushijima spent the day at his, watching movies talking, cuddling and eating. Today felt as if you finally got to know him. From now on you can say that you know the infamous Ushijima Wakatoshi, that you truly know him.

As for now, you stand in front of your mirror, you’re wearing some tight black highwaisted sports leggings, an oversized dark grey cropped hoody and some black platform Doc Martens. Pulling up the hood, you grab your phone and head towards the front door. Bokuto should be there in a few minutes and you definitely need some fresh air to clear your mind and get into your role.

You hear the sound of the black Bugatti and in a matter of seconds it’s parked right in front of you.

Taking a deep breath you put on a fake smile and open the door. The second you see Bokutos face though, your fake smile switched into a real smile. He’s dresses as casual as you are. Grey sweatpants, black oversized T-Shirt and a black and yellow Nike Jordans cap, which he has on backwards.

“Hey there!” He smiles as you sit down and close the door.

“So… shopping now?” You wiggle your brows and smirk.

“You bet!” He says sheepishly and speeds down the road.

“How was your day?” You ask casually.

“Well… the usual…” He scratches his head, “Some business to deal with, but everything worked out just fine.” He smiles and quickly looks over at you.

“Ohh - well I’m glad.” You smile and look out of the window. Bokuto turns on the music and ironically “Gangsta’s Paradise” starts playing. You look over at him with an are you serious - look, but Bokuto just smirks and starts sining along on the top of his lungs while turning up the volume.

“Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me?" He sings and you just had to join him.

“Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise Keep spendin' most our lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise" you two sing on the top of your lungs

He stops the car on the parking lot of the grocery store and looks at you. For a second it’s silent then you two burst out in laughter.

“Okay okay, let’s get out.” You menage to say while trying to catch your breath.

You walk over to get a shopping cart and walk back to Bokuto, who’s already waiting for you with an evil smirk on his face.

“Kou - what are you planning now?” You ask and stop in front of him, a worried expression on your face.

“This.” He says and jumps in the cart, “TO THE SNACKS” he yells and extends his arm as if he’s some general on a horse, telling his soldiers to march forward.

“Omg why am I doing this to myself?” You fake whine and gather all your strength to move the cart.

“You do it for the SNACKS!” He laughs.

About an hour later, you got all the chips, chocolates, ice cream, sweets, drinks, alcohol and a watermelon, which Bokuto - still sitting in the cart - holds proudly. You move to the check- out, Bokuto lifts all the stuff out of the cart and pays - still in the cart. All the people around you two look as if you’re the craziest thing they have ever seen. The best looks you two get are the ones when you move the cart to the black Bugatti, that everyone on the parking lot is starring at.

Winking at you, Bokuto revs up the engine drives off to his apartment.

Friday 1:20am

All the snacks are open, the water melon exploded in the kitchen, the bottle of tequila almost empty and you and Bokuto have a dane off to “Hollaback Girl”. Sadly you have to admit that he is winning, simply and only to the fact that he can throw it back like a pro.

The song switches to “No Diggity” and Bokuto walks up behind you wrapping his arms around you, pressing his body against yours while you start moving your hips to the beat.

His lips find the soft skin right behind your ear.

You arch your back at the sudden contact, pressing your lower back even tighter against him.

“You’ve been with him this morning, haven’t you?” He purrs into your ear. You bite your lips and shake your head. “Don’t lie to me. I know what he’s done while I called you.” He growls in such a deep voice, your whole body shivers. “Kou.. I’m sorry I-“ you begin but quickly stop talking as you feel him biting down on your skin. “I know you’re not sorry, love. You enjoy all of this right? Having two dangerous man fighting over you?” He starts sucking on your neck, leaving marks that’ll be hard to cover up. You lean your head back against his shoulder, giving him more space to work with. One of his hands move under your hoody, fingers gazing over your skin. “I can’t blame you, love, yet I can promise that I’ll fight for you.”

Your heart arches at his words. Bokuto is so honest with his emotions and you start to feel a warm feeling filling up your heart. You can’t let this happen, you’ve just told Ushijima that you loved him, have you been lying? No. You do love him, but what is this feeling now? What is this warm feeling that fills you up?

Bokuto moves you around in his arms finally looking down at your beautiful face. With big eyes you look up to him, how could he hold back now? His lips crash with yours in a hungry kiss that leaves you breathless afterwards.

“Kouu..” You moan against his lips, but he pulls away.

“No. Not now.” he turns away. You open your eyes and the second his hands left your body you feel cold and empty.

“What.. Bokuto .. I’m sorry .. “ you stutter confused.

“No, it has nothing to do with you. I just.. I want to be sure that you really want me and that it’s not the alcohol speaking.” He says shyly and looks at the ground. At this moment, he looks more like a 16 years old that has to ask his mother to leave the house and not like a gang member.

“Thank you for being so respectful.” You smile warmly at him and walk towards him.

He looks over to you, “ You don’t think I’m weak for being that way?”

“What?! NO! How could I?” You ask confused.

“I - It’s just - I feel like I have to act a certain way since I’m in a gang… and that I don’t really fulfil those expectations.” He looks at you with big eyes. Gently you place your hands on either side of his face forcing him to look at you.

“Bokuto, there’s nothing wrong with it. You’re still dangerous and whoever messes with you has some serious death wishes. Also I believe you don’t show this side to everyone.” You smile at him and kiss his nose.

“No.. only to the ones I trust.” He mumbles embarrassed, “Have I trusted you too early, y/n?” He asks innocently and your heart breaks.

Yes yes, he did. He certainly did, but he’s not one to blame. You’ve been too open and carefree around him. You didn't act, they’ve all been your true emotions and feeling. Who is he to blame for trusting you?

“Yes Kou you did, but it’s fine. I won’t betray you.” You say and his eyes lit up.

“Thank you. It’s so hard for me to find someone to trust and who accepts me outside the gang.” He kisses your cheek and grabs your hand, “NOW we haven’t decided who won the dace off!” He laughs and starts looking for the right song.

You feel your phone vibrating.

From Tosh:

Are you okay?

Yes I am.

Okay good. Please, remember that you’re just playing a role…

I know Toshi.

Good, sorry.. I’m just worried. I’m with the boss rn and he asked where you are and I just- got worried...

I know- but you don’t have to, I’m all yours love.

I love you.

Shaking your head, you brush off the feeling of guilt and put your phone away.

Bokuto looks at you with sharp eyes.

“Hm?” you ask and look at him confused.

“Does he know you're with me?” he asks.

How. How is he able to read you so easily?

“Yes he does.” you honestly reply.

“Good.” he smirks, “I hope it bother his as much as it bothers me knowing you’re with him.” You roll your eyes and grab his phone. “You take too long to find a song.” you comment and scroll though his playlist. He hugs you from behind and he rests his chin on your shoulder. “How about we end the night with some movies?” he kisses your shoulder. “Sounds like a plan.” you smile and add “Movies and cuddles?”

“Baby, by deciding to have me as friend you signed up for a lifelong subscription for cuddles.” he laughs.

Friday, 4:40 am

Bokuto wakes up by his phone ringing.

“Yes?” he answers still sleepy.

“Bokuto? Where are you?” Sakusa asks from the other line.

“Home. Why?”

“Come to the club now. We got some business to take care of?”

“What kind of business?”

“We found someone who works for the Adlers and we need our best man to make sure we get all the needed information out of him.”

“Coming.”

Bokuto sighs and hangs up. He looks down at your sleeping form. Gently he frees himself out off your grip and lifts you up, carrying you to his bed. He stays for a few more seconds, gently running his fingers through your hair. The he kisses you goodbye and leaves.

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llamagoddessofficial · 5 years ago

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Soooo... demon lads, you say ( ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡° ) Don't suppose you have any thoughts on their specific, dunno, demon attire~? And/or how they'd try to sway MC's favor towards them? Would they be inclined towards 'temptation' type showing off (temptation towards their affinities of course, I'd assume) - what might that entail, if so? ✧∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

euehehhehehehehehe >>::)) you bet I’ve been thinking long + hard

They all have original attire but they also like to keep up with whatever’s trendy and modern, so they’ll have a different look for the surface.

Sans: His normal demon form is clothed in simple light blues and greys, deceivingly soft and gentle colours for someone so sharply possessive. A lot of loose and flowing fabrics, comfy, easy to wear... something you could happily sleep in. His modern clothes are very similar to his normal au clothing; hoodie, shorts, suspiciously unwashed shirt. His affinity to Sloth means his clothing is always lazy, no matter the time period- and that actually makes him a lot less alien and frightening to Mc than the others.

And they absolutely try to tempt her over to them. Sans does this with relaxing moments, convincing her to ignore her work and take lazy days snuggled up against him, luring her into long naps where she’s curled up with him and him alone. The more he can convince her to adore being with him... the more she’ll adore him.

Red: Easily the most complex clothing wise. Deep blacks highlighted with reds so bright they look like they’re burning are his absolute favourite- all of his clothes are trimmed at the hems with incredible fire reds. He likes to be elaborate and sexy; black shirt with fur around his neck, black leather belt, black pants and boots... and a short red cape. He also likes to wear golden vambraces (wrist armour), if anything to just show off. He has a particular affinity (lust) for gold so he has gold chains around his neck, a gold buckle on his belt, gold trim on all his clothing, gold hoops pierced through his thick sickle horns... if there’s one thing demon Red knows how to do it’s look good. I mean, he’s out here trying to seduce people, he needs to look the part. His modern form is a little simpler, much to his dismay; think biker/delinquent that’s too hot for his own good. Black leather jacket, fingerless gloves, band tee.

Obviously he’s going to tempt her by being a flirtatious and flattering smooth-talker with a voice like the lovechild of thunder and honey. It’s all about her and how beautiful and wanted she is. He makes her feel like she’s the most attractive girl in the world... which, to him, she is.

Skull: Like Red, he wears black... but he doesn’t make it fancy or appealing like Red does. His original clothing is very simple- black shirt, black pants, and a massive dark cloak that reaches the floor and looks like an endless void you’d be swallowed into. He has dangling silver chains bolted into his horns at the ends too. In his modern form he loses the cape but he gets a large dark coat instead.

He knows he’s not like the others, he’s not sexy like Red, or ‘cute’ like Sans. So he makes himself warm and safe, someplace no one can bother or touch her... he makes his arms someplace quiet and protected where she doesn’t have to think or worry and he’ll give her anything she could ever want. Food, money... love... if she so much as says the word, it’s hers. He’s hers.

And she’s his.

#llamagines #demon au #my brain with sans' clothing: lol idk. blue?#my brain with red's clothing: ok so full black clothing red trim gold jewlery red cape black van-

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years ago

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Longing

(Post Endgame) Bucky x Reader

Requested by Anon.

“Hi hun so could you please do a bucky reader where you borrow his sweater and then he walks past your room and over sees you masturbating and you are wearing his sweater and he gets so turned on??? Xxx”

Themes: masturbating, smut, dirty talk

A/N: I hope I did well, Anon. ILY!

“Hey Buck! Say, can I borrow a sweater?” you asked, walking into the kitchen.

Bucky looked up from his enormous cup of coffee and simply nodded, flashing you a smile.

“You steal all my clothes. Why?” he asked, not really caring why you did so; he just wanted to talk to you.

He noticed you blushed right after he questioned you. It was no secret that you did, indeed, steal the soldier’s clothes – mainly sweaters and hoodies. He caught you doing the laundry once, and while you were getting the clothes out of the dryer, you picked out his grey, NASA sweater and put it into your basket purposely.

He smiled and decided not to confront you about it. Secretly, he liked seeing you in his clothes.

“They’re much more comfy than mine. You have at least twenty-five of them, can I borrow one, please?” you pleaded, leaning against the door frame in PJ shorts and a tank top.

“Fine. Take whichever you want, doll,” he shook his head smiling, his metal hand picking up the coffee mug once again and brought it to his lips.

You yelled a quick ‘thanks’ as you ran back upstairs. The compound had been rebuilt; but not many lived in it now.

There was no denying that you had feelings for the super soldier. And you were almost 70% sure that he felt the same towards you.

Everyone visited often, but it was mainly just you and Bucky at the compound; which meant that you spent most of your time together. And it only further confirmed that you were slowly, but surely, falling for the super soldier.

You loved sleeping in his clothes. Not just because they were softer than any other material, but because despite being washed – they smelt like him. His cologne lingered in the fabric long after he wore them, and sleeping in it gave you a weird comfort that there was someone else here with you.

Before being an Avenger, you had nobody. Then you found a family, but then Thanos happened and even that was snatched from you.

Now all you had was Bucky. And you couldn’t risk your friendship with him by confessing your feelings for him, so you kept your one sided love hidden.

Rushing into Bucky’s room, you went straight for his closet and pulled out a random sweater. It was a beige one; simple and cozy. You sniffed the soft material in your hands, you were aware how weird the scene would look from another person’s point of view, but you didn’t care.

Bucky’s cologne infiltrated your senses; his signature rosewood scent, mixed with just the slightest hint of nicotine.

Happy with what you found, you made your way back to your room; hoping that Bucky would forget about the sweater because you planned on keeping it.

You stepped into your room and immediately discarded what you were wearing; the shorts and the tank top. Once bare, you slipped on the sweater.

The soft material rubbed against your nipples and a soft whimper escaped your lips, your eyes widening right after the sound left your mouth.

What was that?

You had trouble sleeping that night, you tossed and turned in a desperate attempt to find a comfortable position so that your body could shut down and allow you a good sleep but, nothing helped.

You tried reading but you had already read each and every book you owned at least twice.

You laid in bed, absolutely still; until you finally figured out what the problem was – you were horny.

Instinctively, your hand slipped under the sweater you borrowed from the super soldier and flew straight to your erected nipples.

You pinched and rolled the buds in between your fingers – back arching off the bed in the process, as soft whimpers left your lips.

Your blood rushed to your face as you thought about how much better things would be if it were Bucky’s hands instead of your own.

You thought about how his cold, metal arm would feel against your warm skin, and how skilled his tongue would be against your body.

As your sinful thoughts carried you away in a haze; mind clouded with lust – you didn’t notice that a certain metal-armed super soldier was watching you from outside your bedroom; through the door which was left ajar.

^^^

Bucky couldn’t sleep that night, perhaps because he had too much coffee in the evening. Wanting to tire himself out a little bit, he decided to make his way to the gym downstairs.

Often, he would drop by your door, knock and ask if you wanted to join him as well because he knew that on some days – you had trouble sleeping as well.

He soon reached the hallway which lead to your bedroom, and he noticed that the door was slightly open and the dim light from inside could be seen.

She must be reading, he thought and made his was to your bedroom – glad that he got a partner to work out with.

The soldier had feelings for you, but so as not to make things awkward between the two of you; he decided not to tell you about it. He believed that you only thought of him as a friend, nothing more.

As he approached your room, he thought that his ears are playing tricks on him because he could’ve sworn he heard a soft moan coming through the semi closed door.

His heartbeat increased as he steadily approached the door, soundlessly.

His breathing stopped for a good 2-3 seconds when he saw the enticing sight in front of him.

The lights in your room was dimmed to the lowest and you were lying down on your bed; hair sprawled around your head messily, legs parted, whimpers escaping your lips and your hand rubbing lazy circles over your core.

His lips parted as he took in deeper breaths. He couldn’t believe he caught you in such an intimate act. He knew he should leave just as soundlessly as he came, he knew he should leave. But he couldn’t.

You had him under a spell and his body refused to turn away.

Bucky watched you intently; your head was turned the other way so you couldn’t see him as he inched closer to the door.

He watched how your fingers toyed with your wet folds, and he was so close that he could even hear the obscene sounds – and it made all his blood to rush to his lower abdomen.

He watched how your back arched off the bed and how the delightful sounds left your mouth. Your breathing quickened as your fingers sped up against your core.

His hungry eyes raked all over your body; drinking in your ethereal appearance. He smirked when he noticed that you weren’t wearing anything but his beige sweater.

It was lifted up till you chin so it gave him a clear view of how you toyed with your breasts; it was the first time he noticed how perfect they were.

Sure, he checked you out all the time; but this was different.

Bucky watched how your fingers slipped in and out of your folds and how the palm of your hands rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves.

He was shamelessly enjoying the show, but his entire body froze when he heard the most pleasing sound ever – you moaned out his name in your haze.

“Oh . . . Bucky,” your breaths came in shreds as you moaned his name again.

The sound of his name leaving your lips, right as you were indulged in a provocative act; aroused the wildness in him.

The starved animal in him surfaced once he heard you moaned his name a couple of times more, and he wanted nothing more than to just replace your fingers with his, and attach his mouth to your nipples and touch you wherever he wanted to – marking you as his.

His preying eyes watched with more alertness, taking in every single movement; the rise and fall of your chest as your release got closer, the muscles in your thighs twitching as you pleasured yourself.

His cock twitched in his sweatpants, and his hands itched from holding back from touching you. Bucky wanted nothing more than to just walk in your room, settle himself between your legs and just rock in and out of you until you could no longer bear another stroke of his member against your pulsating walls.

Something in him flipped like a switch. He no longer wanted to you work out with him, he wanted to thrust his cock into you relentlessly until you begged him to stop.

He closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself down; knowing that he shouldn’t be invading your privacy like this.

But the way you were whimpering his name wasn’t helping at all.

Damn you, doll.

Intuitively, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. You were much too preoccupied with pleasuring yourself that you didn’t even notice the arrival of the super soldier.

Bucky approached your squirming body with caution, until he reached the foot of your bed. He watched you with nothing but lust and an insatiable hunger in his eyes.

His sweater being the only thing which barely covered your naked body added to his need to have you. Your eyes were closed, and your lips parted as ragged breaths came through.

“So, this is why you steal my clothes. So, you can think of me while you touch yourself, huh, doll?” his voice rang in your ears and the sound of it immediately halted your actions.

His voice was deeper than usual.

Embarrassment washed over you as you wanted to just disappear. You immediately reached out for the covers and tried to hide your bare body from his hungry eyes.

He smirked as you buried your face into the blankets.

“Shit!” you screamed into the blanket and it came out muffled.

Bucky chuckled darkly.

“There’s no need to hide, doll. I’ve seen it all now. Come here,” he sat beside your covered body and pulled the blanket down, revealing an embarrassed girl whom he had just caught masturbating while she thought of him.

Messy hair, flushed cheeks, and a certain dampness flowing out of your glistening folds – he thought you were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, yet he couldn’t wait to ruin you. He couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside you. He couldn’t wait to stretch you to your maximum as he took you, over and over again.

His hands cupped your face; his metal arm felt soothing against your flushed skin and you sheepishly looked at him smiling down at you.

“I bet I feel better than those pretty fingers, doll, don’t you think? ‘Gonna let me touch you? Let me fuck you to sleep?” he asked sternly, sending chills all over your body and his words didn’t help the non-stop flow of desire which escaped your folds.

You nodded.

“Speak up, doll. I know you weren’t shy when you were moaning my name out loud just now. I wanna hear you, tell me, will you let me have my way with you? You’re gonna let me make you cum over and over again around my cock?” he asked again, his vulgar words making you dizzy with lust and the need to have him.

“Yes,” you whispered and he wasted no time in connecting his lips with yours.

His mouth moved feverishly against yours, claiming your lips as his and he pushed you down on the bed; his hands running along your sides as he slowly took his sweater off of your body.

He got rid of his clothes in no time and focused back on you. His lips trailed all over your skin, kissing and biting your neck, collar bones and breasts.

His mouth latched on to your soft swells and he instantly fell in love with the raw taste of your skin.

“Bucky . . .,” you moaned as you felt his tongue gliding downwards on your skin. He stopped right above your dripping heat and placed a kiss over your wet folds, your slick coating his way too pink lips.

The sight was sinful; he never broke eye contact as his mouth latched on to your core. His tongue circled your clit and trailed down to your entrance, teasing the tight hole.

You cried out as his teeth slightly grazed your clit. Your body squirmed under his touch and he loved each and every second of it.

He believed you tasted divine, and he couldn’t get enough of your taste, but he knew he had to be in you soon because he was having trouble controlling himself.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he spoke, lips wet due to his previous assault on your heat.

His hair was messy and the hair band could barely contain it as your hands ran through it multiple times, tugging at his roots every now and then.

You moaned out loud as he roughly wrapped your legs around his waist, his rock hard member pressing right onto your core.

You started removing the sweater but he seized your wrists.

“Leave it,” he said sternly.

You panted, sighing at the friction caused by his member as he abruptly moved.

“Why?” you whined as you grew more and more impatient for his touch.

“Like it. Like seeing that you belong to me,” he replied, his gravelly voice signaling how possessive he was and you liked it.

Wasting no time, he aligned his tip to your entrance and slipped into you with ease. He immediately started thrusting in you, allowing you very little time to adjust to his size.

Like he fantasized, he stretched you to your maximum; and the sight of your tight hole wrapped around his thick cock was driving him more and more feral with each passing moment.

He rocked into you, and gradually increased his speed as your moans got louder and more and more improper.

“Fuck . . . Bucky, I’m-,”

“No you’re not! Not yet, doll,” he growled and moaned out loud as well as your walls milked him perfectly.

His head dipped down and his lips found yours, roughly kissing you while he pounded into your tight entrance.

His mouth moved to your ear where he whispered the filthiest words you had ever heard. He voiced out all of his vulgar thoughts and you listened in delight.

Your hands found their way into his hair yet again, you pulled at his roots and he groaned in pleasure, and sped up into you even more.

“Fuck . . . God, baby, you feel so g-good,” he moaned out, his breath coming through in shreds as he panted right in your ear.

You cried out as his thumb found its way to your clit; he rubbed the little bud and you were a moaning mess within seconds, squirming under him like he imagined you would. Except, you were better than his imagination.

He groaned and his thrusts got more and more rough, his tip caressing all your sensitive spots as he brought you closer and closer to your orgasm.

Soon, you came with yet another cry of his name. The waves of euphoria washed over you and tears accumulated in your eyes at how good he felt, his thick cock throbbing inside you.

Bucky came right after; pulling his length completely out of you and slamming into you one last time before he fell limp into your arms.

You were both panting, too worn out to move; so you just relished the feeling of having each other.

You felt Bucky’s cum shoot at your walls; his cock pulsating against your walls – dragging another moan out of you.

“Be mine,” Bucky spoke and your previous embarrassment washed over you again.

He lifted his body up and hovered over yours, his hair falling out of his messy man bun.

You smiled shyly and reached out to tuck his hair behind his ears. He was so close that his body heat warmed you as well. And it was something you could easily get used to.

“I’m all yours,” you pecked his nose, causing him to smile down at you. You started getting up to go and get cleaned up, but he stopped you.

Bucky stopped your actions by pushing you back down on your bed.

“Who said I was done with you, doll? I bet you look ravishing on your knees, don’t you, baby?”

His voice sent chills down your back yet again. And the tone he used had you wet all over again, but you weren’t complaining.

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mcrmadness · 4 years ago

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Swooping in here once again xD Unusual asks: 3, 10, 30, 39, 46

Ask Game: Unusual Asks

Oooo thanks!!! :D

3. what color are your eyes?

Blue-grey. I think I also have some tiny green dots here and there but usually they're only visible when my pupils are the tiniest aka during very bright light (usually sunlight). But usually you can't see my eyes then because it's too bright to keep my eyes open and I need to wear sunglasses...

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10. how would you describe your style?

Hmmm. My style doesn't really look like anything. All my clothes are in black, apart from some socks having a bit of color to them but usually they're striped, and usually the color scheme is black and/or grey and/or white.

I wear black jeans, I have a studded belt (but you can't ever see it because shirts never go into my jeans, because ym stomach looks annoyins...), I have a couple of chains hanging from my jeans. I wear either print t-shirts, mostly they are band t-shirts or something else (like video game related or so) or just plain black t-shirts; and black zipper hoodies. I also have a black (fake) leather jacket. Whenever the weather allows it, I also use my studded bracelets, and I like to paint my nails with black because I only need to do that every few weeks. (I don't use makeup because I have no interest nor time nor motivation, so nailpolish is the choice of a lazy person.)

^That might sound nice but trust me, it looks very basic. I believe. Just jeans, t-shirts and zipper hoodies and all in black, and almost always it's the same pair of jeans and the same hoodie so nothing even changes ::D Well, what goes for shoes, I've always been a sucker for shoes with thick soles and my favorite shoes are my pair of New Rock shoes I bought about 10 years ago. I love them! But I can only wear them when the weather is warm because they don't like winter. And then I also have 2 other, kinda army boot-like shoes with thicker soles for winter/autumn/spring.

I'd say my style can look either punk-ish or metallic depending on what band t-shirt I have on. I have 4 x Rammstein, 1 dä, 1 MCR and 1 Apulanta t-shirts :DD And then I of course have my dä hoodie that is way too big for me but I'm in love with that hoodie because it's just so big and comfy and soft ♥ (I'd love to have more dä merch but I don't like the colors and prints they have. I need that Schnecki tour shirt tho.)

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30. whats your favorite candle scent?

I don't like candles because I'm afraid of fire :D And most candles actually smell really bad because the smell is so strong and smells like an essence rather than any kind of natural smell - I'm very sensitive to strong smells and too strong and/or unnatural scents can cause me to have migraine. But I think vanilla is often quite mild and a smell I can stand. My mom also once had something that smelled like coffee beans, that was a nice one too. (She loves candles and I've often bought her also scented candles for Christmas. I think I once bought one that smelled like apple and that wasn't too bad either.)

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39. do you have a nickname? what is it?

No, I don't really have a nickname :( My real name, Aada, is so short and simple that it's hard to come up with anything, apart from what my parents or siblings use but those are more like something used with the family only. Anyway, my siblings started calling me as "Bumba" or "Bumbu" when I was still a teenager and occassionally they still use that.

And one friend liked to come up with random nicknames to all her friends and she used to call me as Dexter or Dexu at some point - because one of my favorite tv series was (and is) Dexter, and I also actually had a rat called Dexter at some point, too :D I don't know if she still remembers about this nickname.

But Madness is good. Anyone who knows me through internet is allowed to use that also IRL if we ever meet. Most of the time people call me as Madness or Madi online anyway, also in voice calls during video games or so even if we would be aware of our IRL names. I like that :D

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46. whats your go to hair style?

I dye it black and get it cut regularly and don't really do much else about it. My ideal hairstyle is bedhead basically but I have straight hair and so sleek hair quality that I never brush it and it still never gets tangled, and my bedhead usually is very flat instead of messy and that is NOT the ideal bedhead I mean here XD So I sometimes use a bit of hair powder to give it a bit more volume and I like that already so much better. But most of the time I just get up and my hair is already ready (unless it's really flat and needs hair powder...).

Like I said, I'm extremely lazy (well actually I just have adhd) what comes to style and hair and stuff and I am always running late for everything anyway so I need something that is very quick, or lasts long, and hair powder takes maybe less than 1-2mins to be ready.

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12 Days of Christmas

Title: Ten Lords a Leaping

Authors: @evieplease and @catchester

Which character: Actor!Tom and OFC Rocky

Genre: Humour/Explicit

Fic Summary: Tom and Rocky spend their first Christmas as a couple and Rocky meets Tom’s Mum for the first time. Expect 12 gifts, too much boozy, bad puns and lots of fun!

Rating: Mature

Previous Chapters: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17138390/chapters/40304798

Chapter 13 - 10 Lords a Leaping

Knowing that the Ten Lords a Leaping was looming, I’d spent ages wracking my brain to come up with something for Tom’s Tenth Day of Christmas present. Why did I ever agree to this mad scheme? But after his Nine Ladies Dancing I needed to raise the bar. Wait. Oh dear. If I couldn’t get Lords to Leap, maybe Tom and I could do the Leaping? From barre to bar? There are loads of pubs with Lords and Royalty in their names in the greater London metropolitan area!

An hour with google maps and Bob’s yer uncle! I had a list of pubs and a walking map. There were some really terrible pub names out there! I mean, The Royal Flush? Really? They’d better have excellent plumbing!

However, I found the best, most wonderful name of all. The Queen’s Scepter!! I can’t even think of it without laughing out loud! Though it sounds like it ought to be the name of a sex shoppe where one can buy really quality dildoes.

I arranged our pub ‘leaping’ so that all our stops were within walking distance. We’ll take a cab to the first one, because it’s The Queen’s Scepter, (snicker!) which was farthest away, walk from pub to pub, and take a cab back from the last one, as we’ll probably be legless by then.

I checked I had all my ‘leaping’ gear. I needed to be comfortable and warm for a long day in and out of doors. I wore the red wool peacoat that Tom had given me for Christmas of course, a rather deep cut v-neck black jumper, and my good jeans, the ones that cup my arse just right. I bounced on the toes of my old comfy black trainers, eager to get to our adventures.

A beaming Tom met me on the stoop, pulling me indoors, wrapping his arms around me and bending me back to kiss me as if he hadn’t kissed me in months, instead of just this morning.

Naturally, I gave as good as I got, my tongue dancing with his, my hands in his hair and my leg winding around his thigh. Finally he let me up for air and grinned down at me.

“Now will you tell me what you have planned for today?”

I grinned slyly back. The only clue I’d given him was to wear comfortable shoes. He’d taken it a little far, if you ask me, he looked more like he was going hiking, but that wax jacket with a hoodie underneath did suit him, and he was in those lovely old, soft, black jeans so I wasn't about to ask him to change! I kind of liked the tan Caterpillar boots, they gave his posh image a working man’s edge, which oddly suited him. I realised I’d been staring at him for longer than was perhaps appropriate.

“Um, right.” I surreptitiously checked for drool in the guise of fixing my lipstick. That might have been more suave if it hadn’t been lip balm.

“This was a tricky one! I mean, short of setting Parliament on fire, where the hell am I going to get Ten Lords a Leaping?! And anyway the lazy sods aren’t even in session!” I waved my arms about in exasperation.

Tom looked faintly alarmed. “Well, not to mention that it is Christmas, and you’re not Guy Fawkes, after all!”

“And aren’t you glad I’m not!” I wriggled my bum and batted my eyelashes at him, just to remind him how lucky he is. “So, while I wouldn’t mind doing something that would shift that lot off their arses, I can hardly wait to see what you’ve laid on for Eleven Pipers Piping, and I don’t want to be languishing at Her Majesty’s pleasure for it! Plus, your Nine Ladies Dancing was so brilliant! I needed to raise the barre, so to speak… And anyway, they say that ten out of Ten Lords proof-er drinking in the daytime!”

Tom glanced out the window at the chilly, grey day. “So we’re going to a pub...?” He frowned. “What does that have to do with Lords a Leaping?”

I crossed my arms and shook my head in mock disapproval at his slowness.

“Well, I figured that if the lazy bastards won’t leap to it, it’ll have to be our job! And there are loads of pubs named after Lords and other Royalty, so we’re going on a Ten Lords Pub Leaping!”

Tom choked “Good Lord! That’s…so bad, it’s actually good!”

“Why thank you,” I curtsied. “So you approve, then?”

“Certainly! It sounds marvelous fun!”

“Well, I’m glad I won’t have to gin up any excitement, because I’ve been tankering with the list of pubs and maps all morning!”

“And will we have to order particular drinks at each of these noble establishments?”

“Nah. Let’s just play it by beer.”

“ Well, you’ve done an excellent job, as far as I can see.”

“It’s ale in a days work!”

Pulling up to the Queen’s Sceptre, Tom stepped from the cab onto the kerb and gallantly offered me a hand out. I stifled a snicker. If my Posh Idiot wants to treat me like a grand lady, am I going to object?

Besides, his hand was warm when I slid my cold fingers into his palm, and when he tugged me onto my feet he met me with a kiss. I shivered in the cool damp air and he bundled me into the pub.

The Queen’s Sceptre was a traditional olde worlde pub with dark beams overhead and a quiet fire in the fireplace, immediately warming us.

Tom helped me off with my coat. “Thank you again for my pretty wool coat, Tom.” I stroked the sleeve. Tom smiled, pleased. “It’s totally baa-aa-d-ass!”

Now he groaned and rolled his eyes. “You know, when I was shopping for your gift, I had a conversation with myself…” he trailed off expectantly. Ok, I’ll play.

“Oh yes? Do tell!” I raised an enquiring eyebrow.

“It’s a coat, I said to myself. What could possibly go wrong with a coat, I asked myself. I totally forgot to check for puns!”

I stood on my toes and kissed the end of his nose. “Now you know! It’s good to learn something new each day, right? You should write it up as a life-hack!”

“What, and give some runny nosed kid online the opportunity to say ‘Ok, boomer’ to me? I think snot.” Tom raised an offended eyebrow and I snickered. I’d like to see some kid try to get away with calling Tom old!

After we ordered our drinks at the bar, I plopped down on the bench and looked around the scarred old place. There were cracks in the plaster, probably left over from the London bombings during the war. The rough wood floor had probably never been polished, the tabletops were gouged and scratched, and the mullioned windows were filled with wavy, bubbled old glass. There were only a couple of other drinkers there. But the place was perfect. It carried the rich, warm, smell of good ale, and the scent of the logs burning on the fire.

“Your sheep impersonation needs some work, by the way,” he told me. “That ‘baa’ sound needs to come from the throat,” he rubbed his hand suggestively along his throat, tracing a finger around his adam’s apple. “You need to practice until you can literally feel the vibration and-”

I stared at him, my mouth falling open. Was he seriously trying to give me an acting lesson here to improve my sheep bleating?? I’m supposed to be the weird one in this relationship, not him!

“Then with a little-” he stopped and burst out laughing. “I’m sorry... your face!” he said between guffaws.

I could feel my blush rising but hopefully he’d think it was still from the cold outside. He’d got me, but there was no way I was going to admit that!

Fortunately the barman interrupted for our drinks order. I went for a lager, and Tom asked for a glass of wine, whee aren’t we adventurous?

Soon we were sitting at a table in the window of the nearly empty pub, looking out at the grey day.

“I have to say, I’m impressed by your choice of a pub crawl,” Tom grinned at me over his wine, his eyes twinkling merrily. “This ought to be interesting, since you can’t hold your liquor.”

“Can too!” I drew myself up indignantly.

“Darling,” he drawled, “you were three sheets to the wind the first time you met my mother! Your first words to her were, if I remember correctly, to stumble over calling her ‘Mum’, ‘Hiddleston’ and ‘Mrs. Posh Idiot’! You were squiffy!

“How long are you going to bludgeon me with that one for?” I teased. “But, that’s fair,” I nodded judiciously. “Of course I’d had nearly half a bottle of scotch on my own, and it was all your fault!”

“My fault?! How was you turning up trolleyed my fault?”

“She was your mother!”

Tom blinked, confused. “Well yes, she was. I mean, she still is.” He shook his head. “What’s your point?”

I rolled my eyes. “Obviously, I’d never have got drunk in front of your mother if you hadn’t insisted on introducing me! It stands to riesling.”

“You’re treading a vine line, there.” He snorted and looked skeptical, but he had to concede my logic. Reluctantly.

“Now let’s have a look at this list of Lordly pubs of yours.”

I pulled the list and map from my bag and set them in front of Tom with a flourish:

The Queens Sceptre

Sir Vesa’s

The Lord Lucan

The Royal Flush

The Barons Bollocks

The Duchess and Tipple

Down for the Count

The Bloody Queen Mary

The Earls Whiskers

The Laird of Scotch

The Princes Licker

The Rummy Lord

The Fresh Prince

The Dukes Drunk Ducks

The Kings Cocktail

Tom ran a finger down the list and laughed. “You’ve got fifteen pubs listed here, love, not ten!

“Hey, it’s not my fault that London publicans have an over fondness for kissing Royal arse!” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, some of them are too far away for our walking programme. I only included the ten in walking distance of each other. Check the map. See?”

Tom flipped the list over and looked at our proposed ‘leaping’ route.

Tom laughed, pointing at The Prince’s Licker.

“Is that really what it’s called? The Prince’s Licker??”

I grinned. “Well no, it’s spelled Liquor. But I like my spelling better, as in ‘Candy is dandy, but lick-her is quicker to her heart’!”

Tom pulled me closer and nuzzled behind my ear. “It certainly is with you.”

I nuzzled back. “And you have a very good licker…” I trailed off suggestively.

Tom promptly licked a broad, very wet stripe up my cheek as I squealed and ducked away. “Guess I deserved that,” I said ruefully, scrubbing at my face with the sleeve of my jumper. Tom innocently drank from his glass, returning his attention to the list.

“The Lord Lucan.” he mused. “Isn't he the one who murdered his nanny, tried to murder his wife, and then disappeared, never to be seen again?”

“Yes,” I said with a grin. The macabre nature of the pub’s namesake had played a little into my choice. “You order your drinks at the bar, then they hide them and you have to find them before you can drink.”

“Are you serious?”

“No,” I laughed. “But it is said that only 50% of customers are ever seen again.”

He wasn't falling for it this time, no matter how deadpan my delivery.

“And the staff all carry pokers to bludgeon rude customers?” he suggested.

“Not far off,” I grinned and explained. “They stage murder mystery nights once a month, so if we like it here, we could try one sometime.”

“That sounds perfectly gruesome. We should go some evening.”

“I’ll check their schedule.” I promised. “You can’t get near it at Halloween, but it should be ok at any other time of the year.”

Tom looked back at our list. He grimaced at the next one.

“The Royal Flush? What is that?”

“I know, right? I couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be a pub, a gambling hell, or a shop that sells gold toilets!“

“I don’t know, darling. I don’t have high hops for a pub that has the word Flush right in its name.”

“Yeah, I think urine trouble if they can’t come up with a better name for a pub! It’s out of our walking zone, so we’re spared that one, anyway. What about the next one?”

“The Barons Bollocks?” Tom narrowed his eyes at me. “Did you spell that one wrong as well?”

I laughed. “Maybe? It used to be called the Barons Bullock, but some wag went and painted over the original letters on the sign. Every time the landlord fixed it, someone would come round and change it back. Eventually the landlord just gave up and left it that way. I hear their drinks are strong enough to put hair on your chest, and further south!”

“But darling, I like your chest just the way it is!” Tom traced a finger along the neckline of my jumper.

I glanced down. Oops. There was a bit too much of the girls on display for the public. I gave my jumper a tug and Tom sat back looking disappointed.

“Too bad.” I consoled him in mock sorrow. “But I wouldn’t want to get a chest cold.”

“Or a cold chest, I suppose.” Tom brightened and nuzzled my ear. “But I’d be happy to warm them up for you.”

“I’ll let you know,” I said dryly. I shook the pub list at him to get his attention off my boobs.

“The Duchess and Tipple is supposed to have quite a good wine cellar. And they have 2 for 1 House wine at happy hour!”

“Well, that’s an offer we decant refuse!

We finished our drinks at the Queen’s Sceptre and pulled on our coats. I grabbed Tom’s hand, tugging him out the door.

“Come on, Sir Vesa’s is only hops, skip and a jump from here!” I did my best to hop, skip and jump, but it’s not as easy as it sounds.

“Come on!” I urged Tom, who was laughing as he watched me. “Live a little!”

“How far is this pub?” he asked.

“According to the map, we’re only a quarter of a mile away.” I gave him my best side eye. “Yeah, you’re probably too old to skip for that long.”

His eyes narrowed. I was going to pay for that quip later. I couldn't wait!

“Fine.”

And so we ended up going this weird sort of flailing hop scotch dance down the pavement. Do you know how hard it is to hop, skip, and jump while laughing and dodging other, more sedate walkers? For a miracle nobody grumbled at our cavorting like ninnies, some even laughed and joined us for a hop or two! It must be the season.

Laughing and breathless from leaping about playing silly buggers down the pavement, I saw my chance. A narrow space between buildings was dark, a street light shining faintly through at the end of the gap, showing that the space was deserted. It was just the thing!

I tugged his hand and pulled him into the dark, turning and slinging my arm around his neck, reaching up on my toes to lick my way into his mouth.

Fingers ran over my cheek and down my neck, moving around my nape to dig into my hair and return the favour.

Tom braced himself with a hand on the bricks beside my head, brushing his lips teasingly across mine, but I wasn’t having it. I wanted his body against mine, and wrapped my hands in his jacket, pulling to grind against him. Tom chuckled into my mouth.

“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?”

“Oh, you have no idea…”

The warm wool of my coat cushioned me against the frigid brick wall at my back, but I could still feel the chill seeping through. It was bloody cold out there! Tom, however, was warming my front nicely, his body pressing into mine as he took over the kiss, heating me up from the inside. I wanted to put my hands in his hair, but my damned gloves…

Tom lifted his head, searching my face for something. I was about to pull him down for another kiss just to see if he really could make me burst into flames, when he startled and his head whipped toward the entrance of our dark little niche.

I’d been so lost in his kisses that I hadn’t even noticed the chattering and noise of passersby until that moment. A loud burst of laughter echoed around us as a group of men walked past, joking and pushing each other as they passed only a couple of meters from us.

Tom took a step back with a shake of his head and a regretful sigh. Yeah, that place was too public, and I didn’t fancy getting caught doing Tom Hiddleston in a dark alley! I’m not into exhibitionism anyway, and the reminder that we were nearly in public cooled me right off.

I shrugged and grinned ruefully at Tom, standing on my toes for a quick brushing kiss over his lips.

“Baby, it’s cold outside…” I sang. Tom chuckled.

“Then let us repair to somewhere warmer. Perhaps to yon public house?” Tom made a grand sweeping gesture and offered me his arm with a bow.

“Delighted, good Sir!” I laughingly tucked my hand in his elbow and he drew me back onto the busy pavement, nonchalantly merging us into the bustling foot traffic without a ripple. We were only a couple of doors from our destination.

Sir Vesa’s turned out to be surprisingly posh, with menus at the tables and waitstaff to take your order. My tummy rumbled. I immediately determined that I hadn’t had enough chips in my life.

“Oh look! I pointed at the drinks menu. They have Budweiser on tap! I’ve never had any, have you?

Tom made an adorable moue of disgust. “I have. Listen to me well when I tell you, Bud you’d be wieser to choose something else.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like watered down goat piss!” Tom muttered quietly.

I choked. Eugh! I flipped the menu over, glancing down the list. “Oh, do they have that here?” i feigned innocence.

Tom looked at the menu over my shoulder, pretending to be serious. “Doesn’t look like it. Nope, no goat’s piss. Only the Budweiser.”

“You mean they don’t have real goat’s piss on offer, they only have the artificial stuff in a Budweiser can?? Well, all I can say is that’s a bitter pils to swallow!” I made my most outraged face and looked ‘round for the barman.

Tom slid an arm over my shoulders, holding me firmly in my seat, obviously not trusting me not to leap up and give the barman a piece of my mind on his lack of authentic goat’s piss. Wise man, our Tom.

“Now darling, you mustn’t harass the barman over his stock. You wouldn’t want to booze his ego, would you?”

“Who said anything about egos?” I eyed the man behind the bar. “He looks a stout young man, but I bet I could take ‘im…”

“Darling, I forbid you to take the poor man anywhere!! I’ll nip this in the bud!” And then Tom used his patented distraction technique, snogging me until I forgot what I was saying.

“Mmmm.” I blinked my eyes open and tried to stop my knees wobbling. Well, that was… refreshing. “Um. What was I saying?”

“We were perusing the menu,” Tom said with a sly smile, and I turned my attention back to the menu in my hand. Luckily while page one was the tried and not-so-true international brands, page two made this beer bar worth the visit. Of course the cervesa pun didn’t hurt, either! I don’t think you could have kept us out once we heard that name.

The various beers were described like a posh wine menu that had been turned into beer porn.

For example, Vienna Pale was described as “Based on the classic Vienna Lager style (though technically an ale), and annoyer of a certain type of beer geek, Vienna Pale is a sweet, malty drinking pint, with plenty of Saaz, Citra and Cascade dry-hopping to keep things interesting”.

I giggled over the menu. It might have been a little pretentious, if someone hadn’t come along and dirtied up the prose, but what the hell.

In the end, I chose a Pilot Bucks Peach, of which the menu said ‘Pilot is a Leith microbrewery that specialises in kick-arse brews. Lovingly handcrafted by braw men in kilts, it’ll lay you out with a smile on your face!’

Apparently it came in flavours! I didn’t fancy the mochachino flavoured one, which seemed more like a breakfast beer, if there is such a thing, but the Buck’s Peach sounded good.

Tom opted for one called, with devastating originality, An IPA.

I knew that meant an India Pale Ale. It was described as “An interpretation of the challenge ‘Create a New Scotland IPA’. A mix of malted oats and barley, then dry hopped both during active fermentation, then once fermentation is complete. A juicy, orgasmic starburst of a beer.”

“Tom, you know that it’s just beer, right? I mean it’s a bit much to expect the earth to move from a beer..” I cautioned him, shaking my head at the over-the-top description.

Tom’s lips twitched.. “But I have such high hops for it!”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, I hope it moves you to cheers!” I patted his hand. “If the earth doesn’t move, I’ll move it for you when we get home, dear.”

The beer turned out to be pretty good, but nowhere good enough to move anyone’s earth. Eh, the chips were much better, golden crisp on the outside, lovely, hot, and mealy in the center. With lashings of salt and malt vinegar they were the orgasmic item on the menu!

Tom took the last chip on my plate as I was swallowing the last of my Bucks Peach, which was a good lager, but not peachy at all. My other hand came down on his wrist, pinning it to the table. I carefully set my glass down and narrowed my eyes at him.

The fucker gave me those big puppy dog eyes and I lost all desire to fight him for it. I let go his wrist and gently took the chip from him, brushing his lips tantalizingly with it.

Tom delicately took it between his teeth and nibbled it down to my fingertips, licking the last of the salt away.

I sighed. “The sacrifries I make for you…” and shook my head. Tom chuckled.

“Darling, I always pay my debts.” His hand slid around to the nape of my neck and he leaned in to take my lips in a searing kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes.

“That’s only the down payment, you’ll get the balance when we get home,” he murmured against my lips. I tried not to whimper too loudly when he sat up.

“Right. Get off your heineken, it’s time to go. What’s next?” Suddenly Tom is all business. I blinked, and after a moment to gather myself, got the list from my bag.

“It says here The Lairds Scotch. And it’s only three doors down.”

A quick dash into the cold and we were there.

Tom took my coat, and when he came back I nodded at the bar, turning innocent eyes up at him.

“If you ask the barman to help you find the good scotch does that make him your spirit-guide?”

“Dear god, I hope so,” he groaned. “I’m going to need all the spiritual help I can get after that clanker!”

“Oh look,” I pointed to an upright piano next to the opposite wall to change the subject. I could just imagine people having a sing-song around it in the old days. “You should give us a tune,” I cajoled as we stepped up to the bar.

Tom ordered a Laphroig, but I couldn’t face any more scotch after my last go round. I asked for a G&T.

“It doesn't look like it’s been tuned since the war,” Tom deflected.

“They play it every Sat’de,” an elderly gentleman at the next table interrupted. “Owner’s son is studying music and he or one o’ ‘is friends play for us every weekend.” He nodded judiciously. “They’re not bad.”

Tom did not look thrilled by this news, but I’d seen his eyes linger longingly on the old piano.

“There you go,” I smiled smugly as I sipped my G and T.

“If I’m playing, you’re singing,” he challenged.

Ooh! Things just got interesting. Well, whatever my reluctance to be caught singing in public, if he wanted this, then I would give it to him. But I’d make him work for it!

“Is that right?”

“Of course, the only song I know is Little Drummer Boy,” he said as if that settled it. Bloody hell, I hate that song!

“No,” I shook my head. “There will be no pa-rum-pa-pums! Besides,” I sassed, “Drummers are the twelfth day of Christmas! And I definitely remember your Mum saying something about how you’d regale them with Christmas carols every year until you left for Uni!”

“My darling,” He affected a world weary air. “Do you have any idea how long ago university was for me?”

“Sure, grandpa,” I teased. “But you don’t play something for that many years and just forget it.”

I polished off my G&T, and went to order another from the barman. I’d need more booze to get me up to the piano. Either I sing better when I’ve had a good belt, or I only think I do. But it’s all in the mind, right? Let’s hear is for Dutch Courage!

I brought another scotch for Tom as well, even though he doesn’t actually need any Dutch Courage to perform. He’s in his element. But fair is fair, right? If I need to get tipsy to sing in public, well, he’s just going to have to keep up!

“I’ll tell you one I do remember.” The twinkle in his eye had an evil slant.

“Hmm?” I was cautious. God knows what he’d come up with

“I’ll be Home for Christmas.”

I smiled smugly. He thought he’d stump me? Ha! I know that song. By heart, even. I love that old tune. Dad had a bunch of old LP’s, and an honest-to-god turntable, and he loved to play the old songs at Christmas time. His favourites, and mine as well, were Nat King Cole, and Bing Crosby.

But I decided to be difficult. Anyway, if he thinks I don’t know the tune, he’s in for a surprise! And there’s nothing I like better than surprising Tom.

“Sorry, I don’t know the lyrics.”

“And you say I’m the old one,” He laughed. “Google them on your phone, you numpty!” Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head despairingly.

Yeah, I was sort of hoping he wouldn’t think of that. What the hell, I’d made him work hard enough for it. I relented. Besides, he has to pay for that ‘numpty’ crack!

“Bring it.” I tossed my hair behind my back and straightened my jumper, giving it a little tug downward to distract him.

It’s a song written from the perspective of a soldier in World War II, to his girl back home.”

His eyes closed and I could see him relax, his shoulders went down and his head fell forward, drawing a deep breath in and letting it out slowly. His long fingers carefully picked out the tune as if reminding himself how it went.

His fingers danced over the keys as he launched into the slow, romantic song. It did have a world war two vibe to it. I swear he could have been one of those old fashioned crooners as he began to sing in his smooth baritone. I shouldn’t have been surprised, he’s an amazing mimic, and I saw I Saw the Light.

“I'll be home for Christmas...You can plan on me… Please have snow, and mistletoe...and presents by the tree…”

Tom lifted his chin at me, commanding me to sing with him. I smiled and purposely set my mobile down on the piano, joining in with my alto voice.

“Christmas Eve will find you...Where the love light gleams...I'll be home for Christmas...If only in my dreams…”

The old gent and his friends, as well as the barman joined in and sang the rest with us. They clapped when we’d finished, encouraging Tom to play more.

One of the old gents waved his pint glass at us. “Can you give us Oh Holy Night, lad?

Tom nodded. “If you don’t mind the odd stumble, I might just manage it, “ Tom said modestly. Then he launched into the old church music, the old men singing along with us. Dad had always dragged us to Christmas services, so I was able to keep up.

Where I didn’t remember the verse, I sipped at my G&T and enjoyed the men’s voices winding together. They weren’t half bad! Everybody clapped happily at the end, egging Tom on to play another.

Tom laughingly agreed, sliding me a sly challenging look. He was a picture, his face flushed with exhilaration and happiness. It’s a good look on him. And it melts my knickers!

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…” There went that challenging eyebrow. I wrinkled my nose at him and joined in.

“Jack Frost nipping at your toes...Yuletide carols being sung by a choir...And folks dressed up like Eskimos…”

The old gents were silent, not knowing the lyrics, I suppose. So we gave them a duet. Dad would have been proud.

When we’d finished and the last lingering note faded the gents applauded and called compliments, offering us another round, which we both declined. But we gave them Auld Lang Syne for an encore, and they all joined in. Tom laughingly refused requests for more.

“I’d better get back to my date, or there won’t be any kisses for me tonight!” he kidded. “And she’s ever so much better looking than you lot! Thanks for letting me play your piano!”

I tend to forget that Tom is such a born performer until moments like that. Watching him perform for an audience is like watching a rose bloom on fast forward; all that is hidden quietly away burst into full colour, and everyone nearby just basks in it.

When we went to finish our drinks back at our table, I slid into his lap, nuzzling his hair and wrapping my arms around him wordlessly. He is so precious to me, and I’m not making a Lord of the Rings joke.

At the Duchess and Tipple Tom made me drink a big glass of water after I called it the Duchess and Nipple, and couldn’t stop giggling. We agreed it was time for dinner.

“How about the Dukes Drunk Ducks? That’s not too far from here.”

“The what?”

“Dukes Drunk Ducks. It’s an old legend. It used to be called The Dukes Duck. One day the landlady came down to find all her ducks dead. Being a practical sort, she shrugged and put duck on the menu for that night. But as she was preparing them to cook, they woke up! Apparently they were only drunk and passed out after drinking from a leaking barrel of ale, not dead, and the name kind of stuck.”

“Yeah, okay, they sound like ducks I’d want to know.”

“I haven't been there for a few years but they used to do good food too.”

I checked my watch. “We do need something to soak up the alcohol,” I agreed. That and the mile long walk there should help sober us up enough to finish the crawl, I mean ‘Leap’, without being totally blotto. A good night out is no fun if you can’t remember it the next day!

“We’d best have a pee before we leave,” Tom cautioned.

“Good idea.” Yeah, a mile long walk with crossed legs didn't sound like much fun.

***

The Drunk Duck took its name and theme very seriously. Every wall was adorned with pictures of ducks, including duck portraits of ducks in Victorian clothing, some in military uniforms with high ranking titles.

Mr Firequacker, Sir Quacks a Lot, and Admiral Moby Duck were among my favorite names, although the fanged duck in a black cape titled Count Quackula topped my fav list.

“I’m surprised they don’t have duck a l'orange,” I said.

“You don’t kill your namesake,” Tom said with mock shock, clutching his chest.

“I don’t care how much I like this place, I am not giving up crispy duck pancakes with hoisin sauce. Not even if I can never look another duck in the eye again.”

Tom Laughed as the waiter set our plates in front of us, wished us bon appetit, and bustled off. I smiled at Tom over my Shepherds Pie and he smiled fondly back, and we both took a bite.

“It’s pretty good stuff, this.” I scooped a bit more onto the back of my fork.

“Not as good as yours, though.”

“Well, cheers!” I lifted my glass of wine and tilted my glass to him.

“Mm. Pudding was even better, as I recall.” Tom purred, sending shivers down my spine. My brow furrowed. I didn’t remember any pudding.

“What pudding ? We drank beer and watched Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen destroy some poor sod’s house!”

Tom wiped his mouth with his serviette and grinned wickedly.

“Oh yes! I distinctly remember I had a couple of lovely frozen bombes with cherries on top.” Tom’s eyes fell to the v-neck of my jumper, and I felt my face warm.

“Uh huh. Icy what you did there.”

We each nursed only one glass of wine during the meal, but we ordered water too and stayed for desert. I was feeling almost sober as we left, but I could do with the walk to the next bar to help the food digest.

“Where to?” Tom asked as we stepped out the door.

“Oh, um…” I felt my pockets but couldn’t find the list. “The Bloody Bits of Barons or something?”

“Do you mean The Barron’s Bollocks?”

“That’s the one. But I think my name is better.”

“Definitely more memorable, darling,” Tom piped up. “And rather bloodthirsty. If I ever become a publican I shall definitely call my establishment The Baron’s Bollocks.” He discretely hid a belch behind his hand.

God, I adored that cut glass accent of his. He could say absolutely ridiculous things like that and still sound like a sexy toff. It wasn't fair! I was about 50% sure I was drooling by now, and I’m absolutely certain that my mascara has migrated south since I put it on before we left. Tom meanwhile just had that sexy, tousled look about him. All he needs is some lipstick. Which I was happy to provide! I grabbed his chin and snogged him hard. Leaning back, I surveyed him. Damn, that shade looks as good on him as it does on me.

I eventually found my list in a pocket I was sure I’d checked three times already.

I slipped my arm through Tom’s and leaned my head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly as we strolled along.

“You seem happy.” Tom noted.

“Mmm,” I wrapped my other arm around his too.

“If I’d known feeding you was all it took to tame the beast, I’d have tried it months ago,” he laughed.

The idea of having been tamed made me giggle. Okay, maybe I wasn't quite as sober as I felt, but I was feeling very happy right now, even if I was freezing my metaphorical bollocks off.

“Feeding’s not the only thing that tames me,” I purred, but the effect was rather ruined when I slipped on a patch of ice. Luckily Tom was there to catch me up. I might have hammed it up a bit.

“We still have three more pubs to get to!” Tom groaned, scrubbing at his face to wake himself up

“No, two more!” I corrected.

“Three!”

“Look, mister, this is my day and if you keep arguing, it’ll be four.” I crossed my arms and glared at him. We’d been arguing about whether it was Ten or Eleven Lords a Leaping all evening. Tom liked the alliteration, the drunk posh idiot. Alliteration! I ask you!

“But, that’s brewtal! I’m sure-”

“Five.”

“Alright! Okay, you win! Please don't make me go to five more pubs! We’ll be drunk as Lords until Easter!”

“Now see how much easier it is when you agree with me?” I smiled my victory and batted my eyelashes.

“Well the alliteration is still better with Eleven Lords a Leaping,” he grumbled, “but if you make us go to 13 pubs neither of us will be having much fun after! So, what’s it going to be?

“Fine, we can skip the Duke of Marlborough. Never liked his ciggies anyway.” I drew a rather drunken line through the name, and Tom took it from me, stuffing it in his pocket.

Tom grinned, pleased to have won. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Oh yes you will!! What’s next?” I patted my pockets again. Wait. Now Tom had my list as well! But he had an excellent memory. Well, he did when he wasn't drunk. I reached for his pocket to retrieve the list of pubs, but he wasn’t having it. After tussling with him for a minute I gave up and tried for a stern expression.

“Hang on, this is my game! I make the rules.” I tilted my head, thinking hard. “It is my game, right?”

Tom snickered into his pint of cider. “You, my darling, are drunk.”

“You wouldn't exactly pass a breathalyser either, buddy! Better still, I’d like to see you do those American tests, where you walk heel to toe and touch your finger to your nose!” I swayed as I made my point. What was it again?

“I’d rather touch your nose,” Tom smouldered as he leaned in close, his nose inches from mine.

I shook my head as if shaking off a stupor. “Hey, no fair using The Smoulder to distract me!” I paused, trying to puzzle out where I was going with this. “Um, what were you distracting me from, anyway?”

“Hell if I know.”

“My good sir, you are snockered!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Not!”

“Too!”

“That’s the way to do it,” the barman said with a chuckle as he wiped down the neighbouring table.

“Sorry?” Tom asked.

“Am not, are too?” he imitated them. “I thought you were doing pantomime. ‘Tis the season, right?”

“‘That’s the way to do it’ is Punch and Judy,” I corrected him.

“Oh no it isn’t,” the barman teased.

“Oh yes it is!”

“This could go on for a while and I need to pee.” Tom drained the rest of his cider before he stood up and headed for the toilets. “Behave yourself!” he shot over his shoulder as he ambled away.

“Right, onward to the next bacchanalia! The Bloody Queen Mary was it?”

I pulled the list from my pocket and unfolded it. “Yes.”

We staggered out into the cold night air. I breathed deeply, letting it sober me up a little.

Not that I was roaring drunk. Not quite. Not yet. This next one was our second to last pub of the night though, and we were only having one each. Two more couldn't hurt too much, right?

Down for the Count was our final pub of the night and I held up my glass of sherry and giggled. I was definitely getting tiddly. And naughty. “Here’s to every Tom’s Dick and Sherry!”

“That, my dear, was a toastament to bad puns! And who’s this Sherry bird, anyway?” Tom squinted at me. “You aren’t setting up a threesome are you?”

“No fear,” I snickered, “I don’t think Tom’s dick would be up to the job after all this!” I waved my glass around, spilling it over the rim.

Tom grinned. “Apparently Sherry is sloshed as well!”

I snickered and made a small noise of annoyance at the sherry trailing down my wrist, glancing around for something to wipe it off, but there were only glasses and coasters on the small table.

Tom tisked, taking my glass from me and lifting my hand to his mouth. “May I?” The fucking smoulder was back.

“Be my guest.” My voice had gone all breathy, and I swallowed hard as his tongue came out and delicately licked the trickle of sherry from my wrist to my fingers.

Hot blue eyes stared into mine as he sucked a finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around each one to clean the sticky sherry from my fingers.

I breathed out hard, squirming in my seat to ease the need building below as he left a kiss in my palm.

“Mmm. Sherry tastes sweet, but you taste sweeter…”

“I’ll call us a cab,”

It started to snow on our way home in the cab, just light flurries at first, and then big, fat flakes drifting down out of the sky just as we were climbing out of the cab in front of Tom’s.

The cab left, and Tom wrapped his arms around me, turning my back to his front, and setting his cheek next to mine. We stood on his top step, tranquilly watching the snow fall , peacefully muffling the city noises all around us, listening to each other’s breathing as it fogged in the cold air.

Tom was warm at my back and I leaned against him, wrapping my own arms over his, and just simply enjoying the quiet moments.

Eventually I realised that I needed to pee. With that came the awareness that my feet were freezing in their trainers, and a headache was beginning to bloom behind my eyes.

I turned my head back and up, kissing Tom’s cool lips for a long luxurious moment.

I whispered in his ear, “I really need to pee.”

He didn’t laugh, he simply nodded and fished his keys out of his pocket and let us in. Tom took my coat as I kicked my trainers off and padded through the dark house to the loo.

I gasped when I flipped the switch, light stabbing through my eyes and waking my incipient headache. I quickly flipped the light off, deciding that there were some things that I was perfectly capable of doing in the dark.

I did what I needed to do and had a quick wash before I opened the door and found Tom leaning on the wall opposite, with two bottles of water and a bottle of paracetamol crooked in his elbow against his chest.

He took my hand and quietly drew me up the stairs, undressed me, and sat me on the bed. Setting down his burden, he twisted the cap off a bottle of cold water and handed it to me, quickly doing the same for himself.

“One more drink, darling. What shall we drink to?”

“Don’t know, don’t care!”

“That’s good enough!”

He tapped his water bottle against mine and we both drank thirstily. I moaned at the cool liquid sliding down my throat, it felt so good.

“Nothing like copious amounts of alcohol to dry you out.” Tom set his half empty bottle down and opened the paracetamol, tapping two out on his palm and offering them to me.

I’m nobody’s fool, I took the damn pills even though I detest swallowing them. If I didn’t I knew I’d be sorry in the morning.

I fell back on the bed with a groan. Tom settled me under the blankets, chuckling and ignoring my uncoordinated attempt to do it. I gave up and let him man handle me because I really was tired.

Stripping off as he made his way a little carefully into the ensuite, I listened drowsily to the homey sound of Tom humming to himself as he did whatever. I think it might have been a bit of the Nutcracker. My eyes were drifting shut on the slightly swaying bed, feeling warm and sleepy.

Tom lifted the blankets and slid in next to me, wrapping around me and dropping a kiss below my ear.

I woke some time before dawn with Tom’s warm body spooned around me from behind, and my bloody phone ringing far too loudly.

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sign-from-god-complex · 6 years ago

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can i Please get (a waffle) some content of sides wearing something they normally wouldn't? like logan being comfy or something related? -autism goblin

while I cannot help you on your waffle quest, but I can absolutely help with the rest. I’ve decided to go with a queerplatonic human au, cause that fits this scene the best to me. honestly?? it’s times like this I really wish I could draw.

imagine it’s a rainy weekend day. none of them have to go into work or do anything too exciting; Virgil made toasted sandwiches for an early lunch, they have a heater running and they’ve just been lazing about in their pyjamas all day, reading, watching tv, going on social media, whatever their heart desires.

Logan is in an oversized t-shirt, a grey one that’s big enough that it’s falling off of one shoulder. it’s decorated with stars and has “I need some space” written on it. Patton got it for him and he got so excited when he saw it that he bought it even though they didn’t have the right size. he’s also wearing black sweatpants that probably weren’t his to begin with since they’re a little short, but it’s been a long time since the four of them had worried about that.

he’s reading on the couch, facing the side with his legs thrown over the arm and his back resting against Patton’s side. it’s not the most comfortable position but Roman came around and sleepily dropped a blanket on each of them after he woke up, so that makes it better.

Patton’s in a nightie–not a “sexy” one, one that just looks like if a big t-shirt was stretched all the way down to your knees. it’s light blue with a big pale pink heart right in the middle and from where he’s sitting on the couch–knees pulled up to his chest–he’ll kind of absentmindedly pull it over the top of his legs so that the nightie is covering his whole body. he also has on fuzzy white socks with the little pompoms attached via string (though one fell off and he hasn’t had the time to reattach it yet).

Patton doesn’t have a blanket, as his was commandeered by Virgil on the floor almost immediately (Logan fought for his, so he managed to keep it) but he does have Logan pressed up against him, so that provides him with some warmth.

Roman’s taken up Virgil’s usual spot in the armchair, blanket draped over his legs which are curled up underneath him. he’s wearing one of Patton’s sweatshirts, a big white one with little cat faces all over it and red plaid pyjama pants. the others happen to know for a fact that that isn’t what Roman went to sleep in last night, but if Roman wanted to put on Patton’s jumper to be cozy, they weren’t gonna call him out on it, it’s not like they hadn’t done the same thing at one point or another.

despite them not having eaten barely an hour ago, Roman is munching on a packet of vegetable chips. he’s scrolling through social media, occasionally glancing over to the TV show Patton was watching, not paying a lot of attention to either of them.

Virgil is lying on the floor beneath the TV, covered in blankets, in a onesie, right next to the heater. there’s a reason he wears a hoodie all the time–Virgil really hates being cold. the onesie, to Patton’s mild discontent, isn’t an animal one, but instead is dark purple and decorated in little black bats and crescent moons. Roman had once called it, “the pyjamas for the soft child who’s pretending to be edgy” and Virgil had retaliated a few days later by eating the cookies he’d been saving.

he’s solving a puzzle down on the floor, taking a break every so often to test his theory as to whether Logan can solve the newspaper crossword without even looking at it. he’s been stumped a couple of times, and there was even an instance where Roman knew the answer and Logan hadn’t (pop culture was not his strong suit), but Virgil was having fun with it anyway.

the pitter patter of rain hitting the roof of the house melds with the sound of the tv, creating some kind of symphony of a lazy afternoon. they’re sleepy and cozy and completely content.

Deceit bonus:

Deceit is still asleep on the couch on the other side of Patton, the cold weather making him drowsy. Roman covered him almost entirely in a blanket, to the point where all that can be seen of him is the top of his head where Patton is gently playing with his hair.

#sanders sides #lamp #queerplatonic lamp #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #deceit sanders #ask lo #autism goblin #Anonymous #timezones are kicking my ass now #screw daylight savings purely because it means I have less awake hours in common with all the people who actually interact with my stuff #so rude

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thenamesseven · 6 years ago

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Warnings: Some vanilla smut.

The apartment was empty, both of the guys were practising until late tonight and you had the luxury of having the whole place for just you and only you. It wasn't that the guys bothered you but it was nice to spend some time without needy Jackson and grumpy Jaebum. They were so different, so alike that living with the two of them was a difficult task until you got in bed, that was were both guys agreed and enjoyed your activities as much as you did.

You had prepared a nice bath for yourself. Surrounded by hot water, bubbles and some candles you were just laying there with your eyes closed enjoying the calm and relaxing music playing in the background. Your eyes closed and your head tilted back against the cold tile of the bath, your hands lazily resting on the edge. You liked taking care of your body and almost twice or once a month you managed to find enough time to take baths like this one so most of the stress of your work would go away.

However, 30 minutes later -more or less- you heard the sound of the door being opened, closed and then keys being thrown onto the table at the entrance. "(Y/N)?" Jackson's voice was low enough for you to not hear in case you were taking a nap but loud enough for you to hear it in case you were awake. Jackson was really considerate with you, he liked spoiling you with lots of attention and love, maybe it was because he really had feelings for you, different than the kind of feelings you had with Jae.

"Im in the bathroom" You replied not even opening your eyes.

Mere minutes later you heard the bathroom door being opened, some cold air got into the bathroom making you shiver and your skin turn into a bunch of goosebumps all over your body. You heard the soft rustling of Jackson's clothes as he probably was now leaning against the door frame watching you with a smirk.

"You look like you are in some kind of Heaven" Jackson chuckled at your relaxed expression "Or maybe I am because kitten, you look like a goddess" He manage to make your cheeks red with such silly yet cheesy line.

You opened you eyes to look at him, biting your lip as you laughed "That was horrible" He winked at you laughing, walking into the bathroom and crouching down besides the bath.

"You loved it, you wouldn't be blushing if you didn't" He said with a toothy smile, showing you those perfect teeths he had.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, the feeling of his soft and plump lips flooding your stomach with a warm sensation, another different kind of relaxation. As always Jackson smiled through it, his nose instantly rubbing gently against yours when your lips broke appart in slow motion, almost as if he didn't want to move away but it was obvious he didn't want to bother your relaxing ritual either.

You were in a relationship with fire and water. Jackson was the fire, he had so much passion that poured on you that it burned. His slow kisses, gentle caress and sweet words made you hot, he didn't need to be rough or sexual to make your knees go weak. Jaebum though, was like a huge tsunami ready to crash onto you without any warnings.

"Make room in there for me" He said with a small smirk. You groaned a little, complainning, you were feeling too lazy today to get some action from any of the guys. "I just want to have a bath too man! It's been really stressing at practise today, you know" He whined.

You couldn't help but stare as he took of his clothes. Taking your sweet time to roll your eyes down his muscular body, his skin looking slightly bright under the dim lights due to his sweat. The way his muscles bulge whenever he made little strength to took off his clothes made you bit your lip, you just lived with two most sexy men in Korea. When he turned around and caught hou staring, Jackson smirked "Like what you see, kitten?" He asked standing by the bath tub, waiting for you to move. Moving your butt foward, you made enough space for him to sit down behind you and Jackson -being the big, cuddling teddy bear he is- quickly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you back against him. Your head rested against his broad chest, his lips leaving gentle and small kisses on your head as his thumbs did lazy circles on your naked tummy. You could feel Jackson's semi hard member poking against the lower region of your back but he didn't try anything sexual with you.

"Where's Jae?" You asked playing with some bubbles absentmindendly.

"He had to stay at the studio for a bit longer to work on aome lyrics with Jinyoung-hyung. JB told me to come home so you wouldn't be alone" Jackson explained with a soft smile.

Jaebum's way of showing you his affection was way more different than they way Jackson did. When you were with him it was mostly rough sex or naughty teasing, something that would drive both of you incredibly crazy with lust. Deep kisses, biting harshly and being called names were things you tend to relate with Jaebum but then, he would do this little things, just small details that weren't easy to notice that would show you he didn't considered you as just a sex toy. He would always be there to silently comfort you after a stressing day, he would "casually" cook your favorite dishes just to surprise you, he would cuddle you at night when he felt you shiver. He wasn't like Jackson with the slow and passionate kisses, the compliments and warm hugs but Jaebum was definitely charming in his own way.

"He will have to stay there for the whole night?" You asked kind of shocked, looking up at him. Jaebum tend to overwork himself and you couldn't help but worry a little.

"Nah but he'll definitely come back really late" Jackson lowered his head, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he let out a soft sigh "You know the comeback is getting closer and the leader is the one that has to work harder but don't worry, he'll definitely survive" He then proceeded to whine like a small child craving for attention "What about me though? You're not worried?" He nuzzled his head against your neck, his nose caressing your soft skin.

Your response was chuckle a little at his words, how could such a masculine and big man turn into a fluffy and needy ball so quickly? You moved up one of your hands to run your fingers through his hair, turning your head to press your lips against his temple. A bright smile made his way up to his lips as soon as you turned your undivided attention towards him "Of course I am worried about my baby" You said pouting, feeling Jackson's embrance tighten around your body. Resting your hands on his, your thumbs started drawing little circles on his skin feeling his body relax behind yours "How about we make some fried chicken for dinner, mhm? And then we can cuddle in bed, you look really tired" He hummed in agreement as you leaned in to press your lips against his, engaging yourself in another warm but gentle kiss.

"Feel like ordering some fried chicken? We can cuddle in bed after dinner since you're tired" You asked quietly, playing with his hair.

"You've just made me the happiest man in the world" Jackson whispered pecking your forehead.

Laughing a little at his words you simply leaned back down further against his body, closing your eyes to simply focus on the way his hands rubbed your body under the water or the way his chest slowly and calmly moved up and down with each breath. Jackson's hands would sometime wander to your innee thighs or the spot below your breasts, at first you thought he was trying to tease you but the you noticed he wasn't insinuating anything with his gentle touch. He talked about his day without stopping his caressing while he left random kisses on your head, neck and shoulder. You two also made a little contest of who could crack the most silly jokes and obviously Jackson ended up winning, he was too good at that.

The both of you got out of the bath when the water turned cold. Jackson was the first one to move out of the bath tub and quickly handed you a towel before wrapping another one around his waist, it wasn't like you two hadn't seen each other naked but Jackson liked to give you that kind of privacy.

"Im going to get dressed and order the chicken okay? I'll be waiting for you on the couch" He leaned down to kiss your lips again, shortly this time and leaving you wanting more but unfortunately for you, Jackson left the bathroom before you could complain about it.

By the time you were done in the bathroom witb your routine (hydrating your body with lotions, brushing and drying off your hair, cleaning your face and putting some comfy clothes, which were your panties and an oversize hoodie) you finally joined Jackson who was sitting on the couch, eagerly waiting for you to start eating the steamy fried chicken.

He was just wearing some grey sweatpants and a white shirt, his usual yet simple attire to go to bed. As soon as he saw you walking into the living room, Jackson opened his arms for you and you -being the attention seeker you are- don't hesitate about hugging him. He pulls you onto his lap smiling, pressing his lips against yours gently as his hand moves up on your bare thighs, his finger tips sometimes caressing your panties but nothing too teasing.

"Let's eat before it gets cold, kitten" He whispered pecking your lips one last time before setting you down on the couch next to him.

Dinner was quiet. You had left some chicken inside the microwave for Jaebum to eat when he got home meanwhile you and Jackson just sat next to each other on the couch, watching the news and commenting random things as you ate. You noticed Jackson's talking became slower and kind of slurred sometimes as if he was drunk, his eyelids falling down unconciously, he was truly struggling to eat the last piece of chicken on his plate.

Laughing you took the food away from his hand and stood up, gently pulling him up "Let's get you to bed, come on" You whispered, wrapping one of his arms around your neck and placing one of your arms around his waist.

Somehow you managed to make it into the bedroom and undo the bed with a tired yet sleepy Jackson holding onto you, making you support half of his weight. Once he laid down you copied his movements and occupied the empty space besides him in bed. Jackson moved you closer to him, making your back press against his chest while his hand played with the hem of your shirt. You knew what he was doing, it didn't take you too much time to recognised the change of the atmosphere as soon as you got in bed with him.

Jackson's hand, the one on your tummy, soon moved down and into your panties, not even waiting for your permission before he started rubbing the small bundle of nerves that made you gasp in pleasure whenever he or Jaebum touched it. Even though his movements were slightly slower than usual and it all felt a bit too lazy, Jackson managed to make you slightly wet before he slipped his first finger inside of you.

"Jackson..." You groaned a little. He was so tired that he could literally fall asleep on you in the middle of your sex activities, couldn't he just rest and wait till tomorrow?

"I'll be quick kitten, please?" He begged moaning, his voice getting husky. He sounded really turned on, you could feel his hard member teasing your ass from behind. He left random pecks on your neck, his breathing getting slightly irregular when you moaned as he slid another finger inside of you "Just some lazy sex, I know you want this as much as I do" He pulled you closer to him, his embrance being stronger "Turn around kitten, I want to see your face"

Obediently, you turned around in his arms submitting to his lowkey dominance over you. As soon as your eyes met his, Jackson leaned in to get into another steamy make out session, he was eager to be inside of you, it felt like his life depended on it. You could feel it in his desesperate movements, hungry kisses and rougher caresses. Jackson didn't waste any more time and pulled down your underwear along with his sweatpants and boxers, making the clothes fall down on the floor.

"Come here" He whispered shakily, placing one of your legs on his waist so his hips could get between your legs "God kitten you're so wet and I haven't even touched you" Jackson buried his face against your neck as you wrapped your arms around his body. He teasingly slid the tip of his member inside your wet entrance, making you groan in bliss and him in frustration. He didn't even give you time to adjust to the feeling like he always did, Jackson simply thrusted his whole length inside of you in a single thrust. He moaned against your neck, leaving wet and sloppy kisses right when he started moving his hip, his member stretching your inner walls and giving him the pleasure of hearing your moans. "God you feel so good...You're so tight baby...Yes..."

You closed you eyes when he oulled you even closer, your chest pressed against his and lips attached to each other's neck when Jackson replied to your silent pleads for him to move slightly harder against you. "Yes" You would whisper out satisfied, making him speed up his thrust. He just groaned, letting you know he was enjoying this as much as you and that even though he would love to make love to you all night long, he wouldn't last too much tonight. "Faster Jackson" You whispered against his ear, nibbling his earlobe.

"(Y/N)" The way he moaned your name made you clench your inner walls, squeezing his cock which cause him to moan louder "Open your eyes kitten" He ordered and you quickly, without any hesitations did it "I want to see your face when you come undone"

There weren't any more words talked in the room, the only sounds that could be heard were moans, heavy breathing and the clapping sound your bodies have started to make when Jackson sped up, chasing both of your releases. Like that, staring into each other's eyes, saying unspoken words to each other Jackson and you reached your orgasm at the same time, your body becoming slightly numb after such an amazing ecstasis, his drainning all the energy he had left.

Holding onto you like if you were his only chance to live, Jackson left little kisses on your face, his lips caressing your temple, nose, cheeks and lips "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Jackson asked with a soft chuckle.

You laughed in return, pecking his lips "Have I ever told you how much I love you too?" You asked mocking his question, making him laugh.

"Mhmm I think so, too many times though" He replied cheerfully, kissing your lips again.

Jackson and you got into a comfy position, having some pillow talk before he gave up on staying up and fell asleep. Laying there in his arks you couldn't help but to admire the way his face looked so peaceful and relaxed, a small smile on his lips while you play with his hair.

However, you couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable laying there when Jaebum was working his ass off in a cold studio. Making a decision you got up from bed without waking Jackson up, pulled up your clothes and headed to the living room to wait there for him.

It was almost as if you had sense he really had a shitty day.

#got7 #got7 bambam #got7 fanfic #got7 jaebum #got7 jackson #got7 jinyoung #got7 mark #got7 smut #got7 youngjae #got7 yugyeom #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #our secret

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sylpheon · 6 years ago

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ALL OF THEM

….gee, i wonder who this clown is.

angel - what’s one character trait you like about yourself?

already answered!

doll - what’s your favourite outfit?

oh…i have this black skirt that i really love. it’s fitted almost entirely except it flares a bit at the hem, and it reaches a few inches above the knee. i like pairing that with t-shirts, like pokemon, or flowered t-shirts….just anything cozy. sneakers and a backpack. if it’s cold, i wear my flannel.

pumpkin - what’s your favourite weather and why?

cool, but not too cold. cloudy, with a soft, comforting breeze. maybe it smells like rain but it isn’t raining. i just feel the best with this weather.

baby - what makes you feel better when you’re down?

it really depends on what i want. sometimes a nap, sometimes playing a videogame. sometimes cuddling the one i love, or a cat, or both. and sometimes watching old cartoons.

sugarpie - what’s your favourite sweet treat?

ohhh, this is hard. i love cake, and my favorite kind of cake is spice cake. i also love cheesecake, and i’m a big fan of iced coffee and milkshakes.

kitten - are you a dog person or a cat person?

i love both to death, but i think i’m definitely more partial to cats.

princess - if you could live in any other time period, which would it be?

why would i go anywhere different, racism and misogyny still exist now–

i think if anything, solely for aesthetic purposes, the 60s.

peach - what’s your ideal aesthetic?

soft, lazy pastels with accents of black and grey colors. backpacks and sneakers. cozy comfy. sleepy as fuck.

darling - what romantic gesture makes you feel the most loved?

oh boy, here’s where i get embarrassed…

i love when he lets me rest a pillow on his lap (i can’t just lay my head on his leg i need some cushion bc he’s rail thin ok) and lets me rest and snooze against him while he’s gaming, and then during loading screens he scratches right at the nape of my neck. that’s my favorite.

button - do you have a type? what is it like?

i either like sweet, smol boys with big hearts, or giant guys who are loud and happy. there’s no in between, and both of them have to be able to hug me really nice.

for girls.....all girls. any girls. girl.

sweet pea - what’s your favourite flower?

oh i have so many…i love roses, especially pale colored ones like pink and ivory. i also really like violets and lavender. tulips are special to me as well because they were my mema’s favorite.

petal - what’s your favourite smell or perfume?

my favorites are rose, musk, sandalwood, coffee, lavender, vanilla, cinnamon, and amber. not necessarily altogether. i also really like men’s cologne smells, but of course it depends on the cologne.

sunshine - what’s the nicest compliment you’ve ever gotten?

in my junior year of college i was walking around the main campus building with no makeup, two-day-old hair, shorts and an old hoodie, and i know i hadn’t shaved my legs recently. someone told me i looked amazing, and i knew i finally, after all this time, reached peak attractiveness. it only took me 20 years, dammit. fuck off, high school.

baby girl - how do you like to be held?

in every way. i’m a cuddlebug.

lover - how do you show someone you like them?

i show complete obliviousness and denial and ask them if they want any ham.

in all seriousness, i have no fucking clue. i’m the worst when it comes to the crush phase.

buttercup - what does/would your online dating bio say?

“help i don’t know what i’m doing”

boo - what’s your dream date?

i want to go to a carnival or a festival with him. so fucking bad.

cupcake - if you’re treating yourself, what do you do?

i usually treat myself with food, wine, or makeup/skincare. just depends on my mood. i have a shit ton of points i can redeem at sephora because of it now.

wild thing - what’s something about you that surprises people?

that i’m not an innocent person/that i swear/etc. i look like i’m twelve and i sound like i’m five.

bubba - tell me a funny story from your childhood.

i once called my mother when i was ten years old after a tornado warning hit the weather channel, crying and telling her to hide under the desk. she just laughed and told me she was fine and she would be home later. of course, nothing happened, and come to find out i was on speakerphone when i called her office.

honey - what’s your favourite hot drink?

there’s this honey latte that one of my favorite cafes make and it’s absolutely delicious.

love bug - what song would you love to have sung to you?

work song - hozier

cutie - what’s your favourite fairytale?

east of the sun and west of the moon. my best friend @crystallhearts shared it with me.

dumpling - what’s your favourite movie right now?

my favorite movie of all time is pan’s labyrinth, but lately i’ve been obsessed with into the spider-verse.

my love - what would your dream home be like?

a flat apartment in the big city. a brick wall somewhere is involved, with dark wood flooring. wide, beautiful windows, and plenty of them. lots of open space. a small balcony with enough room for a small table and chairs and some plants. everything is within walking distance. safe and cozy and full of light.

dear - pick whatever question you’d most like to answer!

well, seeing as i’ve now answered all of them, i’m gonna skip this one.

@meddadius thank you for sending this, honey.

#ask #Anonymous

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hanniejji · 6 years ago

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TAGS UWU

So I was tagged three times and since I wasn't able to do it on my phone I had to do it on my computer lmao anyway I got tagged by my sweet cakes(@hyunjinsgiggle ), the sunshine (@felegs ), and this cutie (@stayuwu ) this is going to be long btw im sorry and the ending is very depressing ignore it

Bold Tag

Rules: bold the ones that apply to you!

Appearance:

I’m over 5'5 / I wear glasses/contacts / I have blonde hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have gotten plastic surgery / I have or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear baseball hats backwards

Hobbies and talents:

I play a sport / I can play an instrument / I am artistic / I know more than one language / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing / I can do origami / I prefer movies on TV shows / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work brakes / I can do a handstand

Experiences:

I have had my first kiss / I have gotten drunk / I have told a crush I like them / I have traveled outside of the country / I have flown on an airplane / I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours / I have had a near-death experience / I have caught something on fire / I have performed in a talent show / I have shot a gun / I have been on TV / I have gone scuba diving / I have broken a bone / I have slow-danced / I have gone on a shopping spree

Relationships:

I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend I have known for over ten years / my parents are together / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / my crush have confessed to me / I have had a long-distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend / I met up with someone I have met online

Aesthetics:

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sun rise / I enjoy rainy days / I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / the sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / I know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths / Autumn is my favorite season

Miscellaneous:

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote / I like the smell of sharpies / I am involved in extracurricular activities/ I enjoy Mexican food / I can drive stick-shift / I have memorized an entire song in a day / I believe in true love / I dream up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing in the shower / I wish I lived in a video game / I have a canopy above my bed / I am Multi-racial / I am a redhead / I own at least three dogs / I am LGBR

I'm about to answer 33 questions wow I feel like I'm on an examination

11 questions tag

by sweet cakes:

1. what is your fashion sense?

I have a lot of styles depending on the weather or my mood. I mostly do the sweater/jacket + high waisted shorts hehe or turtle neck + shorts + cardigan/jacket. when I'm lazy, which is always, I wear an oversize hoodie and shorts and the occasional cap hihi I have a weird sense of fashion

2. what is your favourite season?

I like rainy, or windy. any is fine as long as I don't sweat like hell adfaslsja I hate summer

3. if you could go on holiday anywhere, where?

I love going to beaches but tbh anywhere with good views is fine, it doesn't matter since the most important thing for me is that I get the experience and take lots of photos if they have a lot of delicious foods then that's better oof

4. what is one quote you live by?

"learn to stand on your own feet" has a very special place in my heart

5. would you ever get a tattoo, and if so, what and where?

I would want a snowflake, because we're not alone falling down

6. what is your favourite song at the minute?

at the moment, it's nobody knows by youngjae and fine by yugyeom ✨✨

7. what is one album you would listen to for the rest of your life?

I still listen to Linkin Park songs because of the meaningful and relatable lyrics

8. what is your favourite memory from the last year?

it has to be the one time my mom said she's proud of me :')

9. what is one regret you have?

not being able to make friends easily :'( I find it hard to do

10. would you change aforementioned regret?

maybe :'(

11. if you could have any food in the world to eat right now, what would it be?

How dare you make me choose I can't possibly choose between different varieties of foods :'( fries, frappe, and shawarma w/o cucumber pls

by sunshine 🌞

1. what’s one thing that helps you relax?

probably sleeping with soft background music

2. what’s your favorite novel and author?

I'd rather poetry :') sea of strangers by lang leav is amazing

3. are you an affectionate person? if so, how do you show affection?

I'm more like the closet affectionate person hehe but when I'm tired or sleepy I get clingy a lot but I'm mostly through small actions, I'm not comfortable with saying "I miss you" or whatever unless I'm typing them

4. are you an early bird or a night owl?

totally a night owl

5. if you’re comfortable with it, do you have a song you connect to something or someone, and if so, what is it?

sorry by halsey, broken home by 5sos

6. if you could go back to a place you’ve been to before, where would it be?

the beach we went to last vacation :')

7. what does your favorite piece of clothing - that you own yourself - look like?

a very comfy oversized hoodie, it's black with front pocket, sweater paaaaws, and it has a small doodle of neptune on the back

8. who’s your bias and why?

bias? I don't know her

9. do you believe in luck and miracles?

yas, my aunt is actually a fortune teller? idk? but she knows a lot about those and spirits thing but since I have low self confidence I mostly sound like I don't believe in them

10. what’s your favorite type of decorations?

aesthetic and pastel colors ✨

11. do you prefer being outside or inside?

booooth

by cutie :

1. Are you a daydreamer? If so, what do you dream about?

sometimes I just space out without even realizing

2. What’s your favorite place in the world?

home

3. What’s home to you?

somewhere that no one can judge me, a safety place, a place where I can let loose and be comfortable and not give a care about anything

4. This is not a question but quote a vine.

"oh hell noOooOoOOoOooOooOO"

5. Grey’s anatomy or House?

what i don't watch any of these

6. Do you have any pets?

a lame excuse of a cat

7. What kind of friend are you? (You know, the mom friend, the meme friend, etc).

the mom friend, scolds you 25/8, gives advises everywhere, comforts you, takes things seriously, drops everything just to listen to you unless I'm in a very bad mood, sacrifices for you, boyfriend material (according to my friend), secretly soft, lazy but exerts effort when needed, randomly does weird things and dances to fortnite, supports you, but lowkey doesn't do the same for myself lol because I'm emo and you can hear me saying bad things about myself 27/10 and pushing you away lol

I don't share my food unless you're important lmao

8. Do you hate someone? If so, why?

fake peopleeee

9. What’s your dream job?

to be a journalism

10. What MCU character resembles you the most? (not physically, more like mentally and emotionally).

probably wanda

11. I won’t use this eleven question as an actual question, use your right to answer to this to talk about whatever the fuck you want. Rant, fangirl, talk about what you did today or yesterday or whatever. Just talk.

I just want to cry to someone but I don't have the heart to tell anyone, I don't know why but I get stressed so easily and that one time our nurse had a seminar and asked if anyone is depressed, I just want to raise my hand but I'm too scared someone will judge me and think of me as a weak person, like now, and she started this speech about how to beat depression and I just can't understand how is that going to work because it doesn't work on me. I'm getting tired of constantly getting sad for no reason and it's bothering my classmates and I hate bothering them I feel like I'm annoying so I kept these thoughts to myself. It's hard trying to avoid spacing out and being so quiet all of the sudden, I'm getting mad at myself for being pathetic and I did the "do" once because I was so desperate to feel something other than sadness and I couldn't even tell anyone and right now I feel like this rant I'm doing is bothering everyone I hate being like this :'(

I'm doooonneee hehehehe that took me like a long time and I should really sleep now :') I will reblog this with my 11 questions and tags because tumblr has limits ugh

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cryptidvoidz · 7 years ago

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Keep Them Safe (KHS Fanfic)

It’s no secret how much I love “Keep Him Safe”, as the little snippet from yesterday should tell you guys XD BUT MY IDEAS KEPT COMING SO please suffer through my writing as I write a fanfic of a fanfic.

The original fanfic belongs to @whatwashernameagain and you can find it here: https://whatwashernameagain.tumblr.com/post/169656441737/my-first-story-oh-my-keep-him-safe

Summary:

Oliver Frey is a single father who works as a detective, alongside his close friend Dexter Knowles. He's content with the life he's built, but he still feels like something is missing. But thanks to fellow colleague Logan Sanders, he's been able to relax at a new cafe that had just recently open. That is until one day, when his childhood friend shows up looking for a job, causing Oliver's heart race and a thought of mending a broken friendship.

Redmond Drop is a down on his luck barista who is struggling to make a living. Luck just never seems to go his way, which becomes apparent when his coffee shop is torn down in favor of an apartment complex, his fiance leaves for Europe, and he gets kicked out of his apartment. In just one week. Hoping that his skill and passion for coffee lands him a job, he decides to apply at a local cafe/bakery. Much to his horror, however, he finds someone who he admittedly hoped to never see again.

Warnings:

None at the moment <3

Chapter Two

Chapter One (AO3 Link)

Blue and silver eyes opened up slowly under the harsh glare of morning sunlight. He wasn't a morning person in the slightest, and usually had a glaring contest with the sun. Today, however, the showdown between the fiery rays and himself was interrupted as a small blur burst into the room, launching itself off of the floor and promptly landing on the man's chest.

Even though he still wasn't awake he managed to slow the object's momentum just enough to stop any serious damage, although he'd still have some bruising. Squinting past the bright light, he was pleased to see the ray of sunshine in his life.

"Papa!" his son squealed, tackling the already pinned man in a tight hug. Huffing slightly with laughter, Virgil sat up, gently setting the boy on his lap, smiling warmly. He yawned, bringing his hands up to speak. "Did you sleep well, love?" he signed, getting an enthusiastic nod and an added "Aunt Rose is here! She's making breakfast for us, and they're your favorite!"

"Blueberry pancakes?" Virgil's face was hopeful. His younger sister made the best blueberry pancakes, and she was a constant in their lives since his wife had passed. His son, Danny, let a grin split across his face, nodding again. "Yep!" he exclaimed. "I also got your costume today. Today is Papa's lazy day!" Danny jumped off the bed and grabbed a pile of clothes. Being as small as he was, he couldn't see where he was going, and nearly tripped before his father caught him. Virgil signed thank you, grateful to be looked after by such a loving family. "I'll be down in a few," he gestured. "Make sure you clear out the kitchen of the monsters." The last part was added with a twinkle in his eyes.

Danny loved to imagine himself as a prince these days, no thanks to a certain co-worker of his, and would often slay the dreaded monsters that oh so terrified his dad, to protect the "king" from harm. The youngster darted from the room, yelling something about honor while a raspy chuckle escaped the older male's throat.

While he couldn't speak, he was able to make some noise. Some being the keyword, as most of the sounds he made consisted of grunts, huffs, snarls, and growls. His laughing could be described as someone struggling to breath. He didn't mind it so much anymore. It was still frustrating for him to try and explain things in-depth, or get someone's attention, but he didn't hate his inability to speak like he used. Virgil was born mute. He had been told from an early age there was no chance for recovery, so he didn't even try, shrugging every time a doctor came up with some fancy new process, because the way he saw it, he wasn't taking the chance with something that could potentially harm him further.

His eyes wandered over to the tall mirror leaning against the wall, examining himself and letting a small smile grace his lips. He had more muscle than before, something he had used to pride himself on before he had hit his depressive episode. Virgil now had an lithe, tall frame. His clothes normally portrayed him as just some lanky guy who never ate, but he took good care of himself these days. Straightening up, he laid out the clothes on his bed.

As always, his son had an eye for fashion. Today's outfit was a light pink dress shirt with the sleeves already rolled, his favorite pair of comfy, dark blue jeans, a tie with constellations on it, and, of course, his usual dark grey, sleeveless hoodie. He let his eyes wander down further, and rolled his eyes. Bright, mismatched socks; neon pink and a highlighter yellow. He got dressed, again marveling at how well Danny assembled the outfit. I find more ways he's like his mother everyday, Virgil thought. He slipped on his worn purple sneakers and headed to the kitchen, the sweet scent of blueberries making him walk even faster.

His sister heard him coming before he had even entered the kitchen. Lyana, or Rose, as she'd been known as for the past six years, took one glance at her brother's red disheveled hair and sighed, handing him the brush she always kept in the kitchen. "Brush your hair, you imbecile. I can handle your usual look, but this? This is nonsense. You look like you just got into a fight with a squirrel and it won." Virgil silently mocked her as he attempted to untangle his hair, eventually brushing it into something a little more manageable and tying it back. He had grown his hair out a bit, but he still had the long bangs covering one of his eyes, and the two tufts of hair that never wanted to stay down. His wife used to call him a devil because of it, and the memory caused him to smile. A smile that dropped once he looked at the time.

Shit, he thought, but before he could think of anything else, Rose placed a couple of boxes in his hands. "I knew you'd wake up late, so I already prepped breakfast for you guys." Virgil raised an eyebrow at her statement, which made her thrust a mug of coffee at him. "Dexter, you idiot. Now go, get to work. Danny and I have plans to go to the park to slay some dragons." She then spun around, her long dark brown ponytail hitting him in the face. He scowled at her, but it lacked anything negative towards her. It was more of him saying 'fuck you' to her, since he knew she had done it on purpose, and his hands were full.

Checking to make sure he had his wallet, keys, and phone, he headed down the stairs of his apartment building, juggling breakfast and his coffee. He nearly tripped over himself, which resulted in a loud bellow of laughter off to the side. If looks could kill, Virgil was sure that his partner would have been dead years ago.

The large man chuckled, his wild midnight blue hair sticking out in multiple directions. If Rose had thought his hair was uncontrollable, then he hated to think of what rant she would scream about Dexter's hair. His best friend didn't make fun of his little stumble any longer though, because his eyes settled on the boxes.

"Blueberry pancakes?" he whispered hopefully, and when Virgil nodded, he picked up the small redhead and swung him around, much to Virgil's dismay. He let out one of his signature snarls, his look demanding to be put down. He wasn't so lucky, however, when Dexter just shook his head and threw Virgil over his shoulder. "No such luck, Pipsqueak! My car didn't start and I don't want your pretty little feet to suffer." The quiet one out of the two huffed, the irritation clear. He swore he was going to deck Roman once they got to the precinct. He already dealt with that Prince on a regular basis, and now his son, he did not need to deal his partner and best friend being all chivalrous as well.

#keep them safe #keep him safe fanfic #sanders sides #featuring my ocs #virgil frey #rose plitsetsky #redmond drop #danny evans #dexter knowles #logan sanders #roman sanders #i'm so insecure about this #but it's over 1000 words #so it's an accomplishment?#i think?

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thornstocutyouwith · 7 years ago

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Basics:

Character’s Name: Setirasuri

Character’s Nickname(s): Seti, Suri, Little Prince, Brat

Name pronunciation: It’s not that hard to say.

Origin of name: I love the Egyptian god Set, so I looked up the closest Egyptian name to it, and combined it with Ra, I don’t know where the Suri came from. I think it’s just something I tacked on at the end because it sounded nice with the other two names, not that it is a name all on it’s own. lol

Age: 19

Ethnicity: Egyptian

Sex/Gender: Male

Sexual orientation: Primarily Bisexual(Male Preference)

Hair color: A light brown, with a reddish brown tent (Another homage to the god Set~)

Eye color: Green

Height: No taller than 5′10″

Weight: 105

Scars: Several on his neck, his chest, his arms, his hands, his back, and his legs.

Tattoos: None so far.

Birthmarks: A few here and there

Piercings: Several on his ears

Right/left handed/ambidextrous: Right handed

Glasses/contacts: Neither

Apparel:

Clothing preferences: Seti in his Main Verse will usually wear next to nothing, or thin, airy soft fabrics. In a verse set in Modern times he would wear all sorts of colors, t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, he would be adventurous.

Accessories: Seti likes to wear stuff, jewelry can pretty much be found on most of his body parts, in his main verse. In a modern verse he wouldn’t wear too much like he would in his main, he would wear all sorts of bracelets, necklaces and some rings though. They wouldn’t be as flashy as in main, more earthy or Hippie like.

Style: In his main verse he could be viewed as extremely flashy at time, mostly pointing out his princely, royal, status. Though he is more so treated like an object and a lot of things are also just given to him. In a modern verse it’s all more down played, casual clothing.

Trinkets: Probably a few magical items he’s come across. Some of them look like normal jewels, and such.

Favorite possession: A lot of the things he wears, the artifact, The ring Sean gave him.

Equipment: Seti carries around a bag that he has his trinkets in and extra jewelry. Some scrolls, some with spells, or just for reading. A lot of things with text.

Grooming habits: Usually oils, which he massages himself with often. He bathes a lot as well, mostly for enjoyment, and not so much for grooming.

Family and Relationships:

Parents: Seti and his mother and father got along very well. Seti was more of a momma’s boy, though.

Siblings: Seti has several siblings. Husani, the eldest, but not first born of his siblings, is the current pharaoh and treats Seti like a pet or personal object to do with as he pleases. Which causes a lot of tension between them. Despite Husani’s abusive tendency’s toward Seti, Seti still tries to care about his brother. Seti’s elder sister, Isis, is a lot nicer than Husani, but is still a very cunning and powerful woman. She took on parenting Seti after their mother died when he was still very young. Making Seti’s relationship with her a good and strong one.

Grandparents: N/A

Marital Status: Married to Sean

Significant Other: Sean O’Hare

Children: 4 [Julian, Phoebe, Pfieffer, Phoenix]

Pets: A ton of cats at the abandoned temple to keep him company, especially when Husani chains Seti there.

Friends: Seti has some friends here and there who help him when he travels to the kingdoms.

Enemies: He has a lot lol

Close relatives: Quite a lot

Non-close relatives: Unknown

Ancestors: Mekh, Narmar, Akhenaten, Seti I and Tutankhamen bloodlines

Religion:

The religion they follow (if any): Egyptian polytheistic

Beliefs: In Egyptian gods, ritualistic things.

Superstitions: A lot.

Virtues: Unknown

Location:

Country of Birth: Egypt

Place of Birth (State, city, etc): Memphis, Ta-Mehu (Land of papyrus, Lower Egypt)

First Language: Egyptian(Coptic form)

Cultures: Unknown

Traditions: Unknown

Schooling:

Highest Education: Minimal

Degrees: None

Home-schooled/public school/private school: Home schooled

Favorite subject: Anything to do with reading

Favorite teacher: Science Teacher

Least favorite subject: Math

Least favorite teacher: Math Teacher

Average grade: B-

Study habits: None

Special education: Unknown

Graduating year: Never

Work:

Occupation: Nothing

Salary: A lot of monies

Employment history: None

Work space: No where

Mode of Transportation: Walking

Total income: Lots of monies

Boss: Husani

Hours: Life

Experience: Life

Co-worker relationships: Threatening

Rank: Scapegoat

Work ethic: None

Home:

Rent or Own: I guess he own’s it, he’s made it his own ahah

House, apartment, etc: Apartment in the Palace, Home under the Temple

Mode of transportation: Walking

Living space: Quite spacious

Address: In the middle of no where mostly, At the palace

Hometown: Memphis, Ancient Egypt, Lower Egypt

Inner Workings Of Your Character:

Secrets: He was framed for the murder of his father. He has been abused by several people, mainly his brother Husani. Husani’s wife has in the passed forced Seti to have sex with her, in order to make her husband happy when she ends up pregnant with a child, that thankfully have almost all have been Husani’s, the living ones anyway. Can be easily manipulated into having sex with someone when drunk. Has, in the past more so then presently, sold his body merely to spice things up in his sex life. Has also had sex forced on him, whether drunk or not.

Fears: Being crowded, or put in traumatic situations

Worries: Things getting bloody, hurting someone, having a panic attack and losing control over his powers.

Eating Habits: Seti eats in a polite way, usually. Keeping his mouth shut, not trying to talk, if possible as he is chewing. But sometimes he will toy with his food a bit.

Food preferences: Seti prefers sweets and meats. But he is okay with veggies and fruits too. He’s not very picky.

Sleep preferences: Usually prefers to be as comfy and cozy as possible. Though he doesn’t like to feel suffocated, so if he’s sleeping with others it could be a little problematic.

Work preferences: He has none, he doesn’t work.

Book preferences: Anything stimulating for him in the fiction section is pretty good.

Music preferences: Stuff that makes him feel independent or just speaks to him. Other than that he would probably have no other preferences.

Introverted/extroverted: Probably an ambrivert

Optimist/pessimist: He’s more on the optimistic side

Hobbies: Exploring, Table games, Dancing,

Pet peeves: Being stuck in awkward situations. Giving up easily. Referring to any government agency as "the Fed". Characters that have just met each other in movies arrange dates without exchanging any contact or meet information. When you're invited to a party (or any event) with people you have never met, and the host doesn't introduce you to anyone. People who blame anything but themselves for THEIR failure.

Skilled at: Lockpicking, Monster Handler, Cartography, Swords, Bow and Arrows/other ranged weapons, Fire Building, Riding, Hunting, Desert Survival, Deduction, Persuasion, Botany, Hiding, Parry,

Unskilled at: Hand to Hand, Playing Brass Instruments, Tailoring, Survival Arctic, Firearms, Aura Perception,

Attitude: Positive

Obsessions: Snacks, Sleeping in, Sex, Partying,

Stresses: Being in tight spaces, Blood, Being put into situations out of his control,

Addictions: Fruit, Sex, Staying up late,

Handicaps (physical): None

Handicaps (emotional/psychological): Emotionally scarred due to his brothers actions, and recent events.

Allergies: Unknown, so far.

Medical history: Suffers random bouts of sickness, due to weakened immune system and rough life conditions.

IQ: 104

Temperament: Phlegmatic

Perception and outlook on life: Positive, for the most part.

Habits:

Verbal quirks: For the most part, Seti’s speech is clear and he will mostly speak English. Outside of that, sometimes he will carry an accent when in high stress situations. Or mix up words/ slip in some things from his native language.

Physical quirks: Thrives in hot weather, hates cold weather, Has a noticeable scar from a weapon, Plays with hair, Shifts from foot to foot,

Sleeping habits: Wakes up after noon,

Annoying/Irritating habits: Drinks alcohol excessively when around others,uses drugs recreationally,

Eating habits: Is strongly susceptible to “brain freeze”,

Healthy habits: None

Unhealthy habits: Sometimes overeats, Sometimes sleeps too much

Objects Kept In - And Why:

Their closet: Technically he doesn’t have a closet, but wherever he keeps his clothes, they are all fairly well made, considering where he lives. And the time in which he lives in. Thin breathable fabrics that at the bare minimum would cover up from the hip to the knee.

Their bedroom: Styled appropriately, with an abundance of pillows and blankets.

Their purse/bag: Survival items.

Their fridge: No.

Their car: No.

Their desk: No.

Their pockets: Probably small little trinkets, rocks, pieces of jewelry.

Their junk drawer: No

Their glove compartment: No

Their backpack: No

Their locker: No

Their car trunk: No

Their wallet: No

Their suitcase: No

Favorites:

Favorite book: The Journey To The West

Favorite movie: I, Robot

Favorite hobby: Astronomy

Favorite animal: Cats/ Snapping Turtle

Favorite color: Emerald Green

Favorite season: Doesn't matter, it’s perpetually too hot. Spring?

Favorite food: Rice

Favorite drink: Wine

Favorite time of day: Noon

Least Favorite:

Least favorite book: Harry Potter

Least favorite movie: Black Panther

Least favorite hobby: Car Racing

Least favorite animal: Birds

Least favorite color: Grey

Least favorite season: Winter

Least favorite food: Passion Fruit

Least favorite drink: Water

Least favorite time of day: Morning

Other:

Talents: Tanning (furrier), Play Percussion Instruments, Trade, Speak (language), Leadership, Herbalist, Closed Fist, Archery,

Political preference: It’s not important.

Strengths: Curiosity, Judgment, Bravery, Perseverance, Fairness, Forgiveness, Self Regulation, Appreciation of Beauty and Excellence, Logical, Friendly, Open,

Flaws: Blunt, Moody, Indifferent, Intolerant, Naive, Lazy, Strict, Bold, Fierce, Proud, Smartass, Unpredictable,

Social class: Royalty

Blood type: AB

Posture: Bird like, elegant, sometimes hands on his sides, or at his sides.

Speech impediments: None

Spending habits: I’m sure he has some.

#SetiInformation

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shadowsandtea · 7 years ago

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Tagged by the adorable @lazykittenstudent to do her 11 brilliant questions!

1. Are you introverted or extroverted?

I call myself am ambivert, because I can be both. However, most of the time I'm more introverted. When I’m feeling extroverted, it’s usually just with my closest group of friends. I enjoy the comfort of having one person or a small group around me moreso than large crowds of people. Large crowds and tons of social interaction WEAR. ME. OUT.

2. What does your perfect afternoon look like?

My perfect lazy afternoon is a rainy day, sitting on my balcony in a comfy chair with a warm drink & my doggo at my feet ORR a rainy day curled up on my couch with my husband and doggo watching a movie, the balcony door open so we can hear & smell the rainfall outside. My perfect adventurous afternoon would involve a road trip to somewhere exciting and new, whether it’s to a buzzing city or a secluded cabin in the woods. I just love exploring!

3. If you could gain one skill without any effort, what would it be?

Painting or drawing, acting, being fluent in a new language, telekinesis. I know that was more than one but I’d take any of them honestly.....

4. When buying things, do you look more at the price tag or quality?

Probably the price tag. I’m much more likely to buy 10 shirts for 100$ at a store than 2 shirts for 100$ at another.

5. What person you met will you never forget and why?

Probably my best friend or my husband, because they’re two of my favorite people on this planet (besides my parents) and life would be unimaginable without either of them!

6. How do you affect your friends?

I’m a pretty easy going person and I’m friendly to just about everyone, but I only really open up to those closest to me. My closest friends see me as someone they can come to for advice or when they need to vent about something. I’m also usually the one they call if they’re wanting to do something spontaneous and fun, because they know most of the time I’m down!

7. In what fandoms are you? What are your favourite characters?

Harry Potter & Fantastic Beasts. I love honestly all the characters in FB and most of the characters in HP! My Favorites are Hermione, Luna, Remus, Tonks, Newt, Queenie, and Jacob. I also love Game of Thrones, Parks and Rec (Leslie Knope is my spirit animal), Grey’s Anatomy (even though my fave character of all time is no longer on it: Christina Yang), New Girl (I love them all, but especially Schmidt) & Brooklyn 99 (again, love them all). Other book series I’m a fan of are The Hunger Games & The Diviners.

8. What activity, that could seem like a waste of time to others, is really important for you?

Probably spending a lot of my evenings on Tumblr ;P

9. Are you an old soul or a child at heart?

I can be a child at heart when the time calls for it, but I definitely feel like more of an old soul.

10. What advice would you give to your children?

Stay true to yourself, be kind to ALL living creatures, fight for the underdog, speak up for those who can’t. Do what you enjoy while you can, because life is too short to have regrets, & no matter what happens, I’ll always have your back!

11. Chose: flowers or plants, tea or coffee, sea or mountains, book or movie, movie or TV show, skirts or pants, hoodies or sweaters, water or sodas, throw pillows or scented candles, black or white, plants or animals, friends or love interests, reading or writing, stationery or electronics, showers or baths, sleeping or staying up, poems or music, spring or autumn, rain or snow, saving your money or enjoying them, long or short nails, natural or dyed hair, lively sounds of people or silence, city or countryside, paintings or sculptures, neutral or lively colours, social interaction or alone time, rivers or lakes, meadows or forests, jungle or desert, old people or children, cooking or baking, team sports or solo sports, sky or sea.

My turn to tag!: @perenelleflamelle @lavenderbrowne @poppy-for-who @siriusmaraudeers @whompingwillowy @asafeplanet @thebardsjournal @thetravelingthunderbird @tedslupin

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codename-bewareofthefangirl · 7 years ago

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Bodyguard!AU for Gom + kagami + hanamiya + haizaki, where they have to protect fem reader who is the only heir of the most influenced family's company... what kind of bodyguard they would be I can't even imagine it lmao😂 headcannons or scenarios, it's up to you, thnx^o^

Hi sweetheart! I loved this ask! A bodyguard Au? I’m on it! Bodyguards make me faint, it’s a really hot trope. Knb boys as bodyguards? Even better! I hope you’re going to like those headcanons!

Have a nice day!

Bodyguard!Au KnB

Aomine Daiki – Codename: “Kurohyou*”

Attitude: Roughand blunt, don’t expect to be pampered by him. Politeness, what’s that? He hasto keep you safe, not to babysit you, so do what he says and everything isgonna be alright. Scowling and frowning half of the time. Teasing and annoyingwhen he’s bored, unluckily it happens often. He can be dense, but if you needan emotional support, he can try to be it for you, in his awkward way. Aominedoesn’t take orders from anyone once he’s been hired, maybe he can listen toyou if he deems you worth. Lazy at home and try to be bossy, but if you pout orrefuse he’s going to do what you ask him (while complaining). He doesn’t likeofficial/formal events and complains every time, you have to keep him in checkbefore he offends some important diplomatic or similar.

Uniform: Outsidehe wears a black suit with white shirt and black tie (+bulletproof jacket), buthe wears it a bit messily (shirt outside the pants and loosened tie); at homesweatpants and t-shirts, if he’swearing something. You found him more than once only in his boxer.

Weapon: Blacktwin guns, he keeps them on his back.

Skills: He’sa genius shooter and awesome at hand-to-hand combat, a natural fighter. Heprefers to stick by your side and intimidate everyone with his presence (andgrowling). He’s fearless, reckless and ready to shield you with his body.

Kise Ryouta – Codename: “Gold”

Attitude: Thecheeky charmer. He treats you politely as if you were a princess, but he alsoteases and flirts with you at any chance. Since he attracts too much attention,he uses it as a weapon. Everybody loves him, especially girls and can obtainwhatever he wants. He fakes to be your boyfriend as a cover and takes it way too seriously. When it concerns yoursafety, he’s worse than a nagging mother. Excessively observant, you cannotescape his protection. He likes to take care of you with the small things(styling the hair, choosing outfits, baking, suggestions for your eventualcrush…) and he considers himself your best friend.

Uniform: atwork he wears a tailored black suit with a red tie (+bulletproof jacket); athome casual/trendy outfits that “makes him look hot”, as he proclaims. He likesblack leather jackets and always wears a red ruby earring.

Weapons: Oneright-handed golden gun.

Skills: Incredibleaim and quick reflexes, also good at close-ranged combat. He has a lot ofcontacts and does not mind deceiving, seducing, using and faking to obtain whathe want; he’s sly and cunning, cold-hearted with other people. He knowsdifferent languages and he’s a quick learner about anything.

Kuroko Tetsuya – Codename: “Ghost”

Attitude: Serious,a bit strict, but with a hidden soft spot for you. He’s your emotional support,he doesn’t only protect you but he makes sure you’re alright psychologically.He can go from a cold-blooded bodyguard to a soft friend in three seconds. He’snearly invisible and uses this trait to his advantage. He takes care of all thehouse chores and of your health better than anyone else.

Uniform: Whenworking he wears anonymous clothes that help him blending in the mass, so theydepends on the occasion (+bulletproof jacket). At home, he prefers comfysweaters and skinny jeans (the sexy but pure librarian look, if you know what Imean)

Weapon: Throwingknives.

Skill: Don’tunderestimate him, he’s deadly. He prefers middle-range combat, but he’s alsogood at close one. He uses his invisibility to lure enemies and bring them downbefore they can understand what’s happening. A good hacker, he has tracked yourmobile. Sometimes even you have problem finding him.

Midorima Shintarou – Codename: “Prophet”

Attitude: Hetries to be extremely professional and strict; truth is he’s just stiff andawkward. He blushes easily and it’s easy to mess with him when he’s notworking. However, he’s incredibly organized and prepared about everything.Nothing catches him by surprise. He checks everyday both your horoscopes anduses it as a main reference for his job: as ridiculous as it sounds, it works.During formal occasions he performs perfectly, being able to entertain anddiscuss with every type of host, talking about various matters from politics toscience, but without overstepping any boundary. Your parents love him and histraditional politeness. He can be very reserved and quiet, but doesn’t mindlistening or paying attention to you. He’s the type who does secret gestures tomake you happy and then fakes it wasn’t him.

Uniform: Heproperly wears a suit and tie at work (+bulletproof jacket) but the colorsdepend on the horoscope. At home, he likes jeans and shirts, with different pullovers.

Weapons: Modifiedrifle, his treasure.

Skills: Hedoesn’t mind escorting you around, but in official or dangerous situations heprefers to organize a net of bodyguards and to strike down the enemy by afar.He’s a professional sniper, 100% accuracy. He prefers to have another bodyguardto work with, so they can cover both long and close range. He’s a gift foraccurate predictions.

Murasakibara Atsushi – “Crasher”

Attitude: Bossy,teasing and seems lazy. Actually, he’s so observant sometimes he scares you: heseems to always know what you want to do, so don’t even try to sneak outwithout his permission. He treats you like a kid and if you don’t listen tohim, he just picks you up by sheer force. He’s demanding and lets you take careof everything except your safety and the cooking. He prepares meals moredelicious than your chef’s ones. If he’s hungry he becomes scary. You oftenfind him eating snack in front of the computer, earphones on as heplans/develops something new.

Uniform: hehates suits and ties, so you have to force him when needed (+bulletproofjacket). Otherwise he prefers sweatpants/jeans and comfy hoodies.

Weapons: ironknuckles

Skills: Actually,he’s the best hacker around so usually the enemies doesn’t make it past hisdefenses, traps and net of agents. Legends tell he has crashed FBI’s network.He knows plans and attack weeks before they happen. If it comes to close-rangedcombat, he uses two iron knuckles to knock down the threats. His statureintimidate everyone.

Akashi Seijuurou –Codename: “Tenshi”**

Attitude:Why people are threating you if Akashi is your bodyguard? It’s a lost war, hehasn’t been wounded nor he has failed a mission once. He treats you extremelykind and politely until you do as he wants. He knows the best for you and howto keep you safe, so he doesn’t accept “but”. He spoils and indulges in yourwishes until he deems them safe. Everybody both admire and fear him, as you do.Extremely awkward if you treat him with fondness or honest affection, he’s notused. He’s also useless with house chores or common, daily things. He neverkills anyone in front of you, but rumors say he’s ruthless and cold-blooded. Ifsomething shocking happens, he prepares you a hot cup of tea and cuddles withyou on the couch, whispering comforting words.

Uniform: tailoredgrey suit with red tie (+bulletproof jacket); at home tailored black pants andwhite shirts. He’s always very elegant, prince-like. However, when he’s tiredhe wears jeans and big hoodies that make him look younger and cuter.

Weapons: Akatana and a gun.

Skills:The katana is part of his body and he maneuvers it with perfect efficiency andrapidity. He uses the gun during unfair fights or if necessary. He knowsdifferent languages and dialects. He’s also good with rifles and hand-to-handcombat. Has hundreds of contact and underlings. He’s enough brilliant topredict attack and find enemies before they can even think to attack you.Doesn’t mind torture if he needs it.

Kagami Taiga – Codename: “Tiger”

Attitude: Hedoes his best at everything. He’s loyal, brave and incorruptible. Kagami can behot-blooded and short-tempered, often arguing with you about the smallest thing(in a playful way), but he’s going to apologize if he realizes he has hurt youfor real. He’s very warm and friendly, kind at heart, often trespassing theboundaries and being more of a friend or a big brother than a bodyguard. Hegets embarrassed easily by the most innocent insinuations, but since he’s grownup in America he’s pretty comfortable with PDA, he doesn’t even realize he’stouching you. He’s a good housewife, you live well with him. Strict about yoursafety, ready to fight you if he doesn’t agree about something. He would shieldyou with his body. He can be naïve, but he’s able to reassure and comfort youwithout even realizing it, in his faithful honesty.

Uniform: Ifhe has too, a black suit and tie (+bulletproof jacket). Usually he goes withjeans and t-shirts or sweatpants and tank tops…very casual and urban. He looksstylish without trying.

Weapons: Ablack gun and a knife

Skills: Heexcels at hand-to-hand combat and has an awesome aim. More than technique, hisit’s animal instinct. He moves on reflexes and hunches, without stopping tothink or doubt: he acts. Reckless, doesn’t fear anything, high tolerance ofpain. Speaks English perfectly. His glare is scary as much as his height. Verymuscular, he can pick you up without efforts.

Hanamiya Makoto – Codename: “Fox”

Attitude: He’ssly, cunning and vicious. Even if you know he’s not going to betray you,sometimes you’re intimidated. You mustn’t show your fear or he’s going to teaseyou even more. He loves teasing and harassing you in the most subtle ways.Lucky for you, he’s territorial: he’s the only one who can have this attitudewith you. If someone else tries it, Hanamiya will kill him in a matter ofseconds. Too brilliant and smart for you to escape his supervision. He doesn’tcare you’re part of the high society or that you’re the one who hired him: youtry to pull a smart move and he’s going to tie you to the bed.

Uniform: whatyou pick for him, he doesn’t really care. Nothing flashy, he wants to passunnoticed (+bulletproof jacket). At home jeans and sweaters, monochromatic ifpossible.

Weapons: rifle,teaser and pocketknife.

Skills: Prefersto work as a sniper, not a fun of hand-to-hand combat prefers to shock theenemy with the teaser and then killed them with a knife. He’s a strategist andbelieves in “who attack first wins”. Usually he prefers to find your possibleenemies before and then hunt them down. He knows poisons and venoms, not afraidto use them. Incredible faker, he can persuade everyone that he’s a sweetheart.Vast knowledge of everything, from computers to local geography to history togossip to politics… Cold-blooded, loves psychological torture.

Haizaki’s Shougo – Codename: “Mercenary”

Attitude:He’s a mercenary, so make sure you’re really the one who’s paying him the most.Bossy, violent and vulgar. He teases you and harasses you, doesn’t care aboutorders or higher-ups. He does his work well, but nothing more. Until you’rephysical safe, it’s okay. Jealous as hell, he doesn’t want you to praise otherbodyguards or hang out with other guys. He doesn’t mind using illegal ways tokeep you safe.

Uniform: heputs on a suit only if you pay him more or if you compliments him saying himmuch he’s hot with it. (+bulletproof jacket) Otherwise, he wearsjeans/sweatpants and t-shirts with women or English mocking lines.

Weapons: knivesand a gun

Skills:absolutely ruthless and cold-blooded, he basks in violence and likes to physicallytorture his opponents. He…doesn’t feel pain? He never stops, like a machine.Strong and fast, but also cunning; he wants to crash the enemy. Doesn’t mindgetting his hands dirtier and dirtier. He has illegal contacts and shadybusinesses going around.

*“Black Panther”

**“Emperor/Heavenly Being”

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