#my love gives that gentle hum they use when they see im focused and dont want to break it by speaking suddenly

[soaringsearingphoenix]

Peri this is the second time I've seen you talking about your future lover that you have settled down with despite knowing that you're a free spirit who longs to explore the universe and I'm just... Are you okay???

You may have seen two times but it has happened six or seven times! I’ve been meaning to compile them all into an actual story or a comic or something.

It wasn’t intentionally based on actual, specific feelings I have had, if that’s what you’re asking. Well, okay, I take that back. The situation isn’t a direct parallel for something I am currently going though. The feelings very much have existed.

For most of my childhood (and occasionally now, though it’s on hold at the moment because my focus is on projects that require different feelings), any sense of Yearning i had was for places, not people. And often, it was vague, this ever-present thing that i considered homesickness even if it was for a place I’d never actually seen. I had this sense that it was Out There, but I’d know it when I found it. I felt it a lot, and I felt a little bad about it because I have a safe and comfortable home that I felt like I was taking for granted. But I felt it even then — in fact, I think I felt it especially when I was safe and comfortable, because if I was stressed about an imminent deadline, or working through an argument with a friend, or on crutches ‘cause I’d twisted my leg, then I had something more immediate to think about.

And I think it came from reading adventure books nonstop. It was this sense that life was supposed to have higher stakes than this, that it was supposed to be full of Big, Grand moments that really Mattered. I was waiting to develop superpowers, or be given an enchanted sword, or fall into another dimension, and finally enter the word where I knew I belonged.

Since then I’ve come to think of it as a Yearning for a lifestyle, not a place. And somewhere alonng the line, I grew to accept that if there would be adventure, I was going to have to find it, make it if I must, but I wasn’t going to find it by sitting around waiting for it to come to me.

And throughout that realizing process, my peers were realizing their own yearnings, and that was certainly not the world or the lifestyle I felt at home in. There’s a comic i found recently, which I drew in high school when I learned someone had a crush on me that I did not reciprocate, and also in the comic i become a secret agent who Can’t Have Attachments because I would be putting them in danger, people would try to use them to get to me, so therefore I must work ~alone~. In the comic, I say to someone “i wish i could wear a shirt advertising my romantic status so people won’t waste their time,” and then the next panel is me wearing a shirt that says “Even if we dated I would leave you to go to Mars if given the opportunity,” and then the next panel flashes to the future and I’m on a spaceship, having never dated, feeling like I’m living my best life but also in danger because spy stuff.

Talk about running away from your feelings right?

That and the fact that the other most potent feeling i experience is nostalgia, and you’ve got a rich broth for this particular feeling i’m stewing in.

Don’t worry, though. Spoiler alert, I probably couldn’t write it as a tragedy even if I wanted to. I always seem to flinch before the final blow. I’m too interested in optimism, and I get too attached to my characters not to take care of them at the end of it all. It’s just that the part where they’re both happy to have made the right decision isn’t the part with a story to tell - the conflict is where the narritive is.

Since the main character is just like... me in the future, though, know also that I have two exes, and I’m still in touch with both of them as friends, and i’m proud of and excited for them as they work on their degrees, and one of them is also engaged! Very exciting. My opinion isn’t relevant but if it was, I think she and her fiance are really good together.

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

hey bestie! i just read all of your fanfics and im in love with your writing. no pressure, but I was wondering if you could do a dom!draco fanfic where he makes the reading cum just by dirty talk. i dont have much in mind for the plot, so it up to you how you what to do it! again, it's completely understandable if you can't. ILY <3

mixed with this request: draco with innocence kink

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s): 18+, oral (male receiving), a lot of dirty talk, mentions of oral (female receiving), mentions of sex, mentions of fingering, voice kink, innocence kink

a/n: if you read something almost the same as this word for word in another fandom, it's mine lol. i had written for this same prompt in another fandom and basically just switched it to draco. kudos to you if you can find it.

“C’mere, darling. We’re going to try something new,” Draco explained, coaxing you over to the edge of the bed. You stood in between his legs, patiently waiting for him to explain further. “You know how I use my mouth on your cute little cunt?” He asked patiently. You immediately blushed and squirmed at the thought, but nodded dutifully. He smirked at you before continuing. “How about we try it the other way around? How does sucking my cock sound?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought. You had never done that and Draco knew that well. And despite him giving you an obvious out if you weren’t ready, you couldn’t help but feel intrigued by it. You had heard other girls talking about doing the same to their boyfriends and logistically you knew what to do, but it was still a daunting idea. Despite your own fears, you felt yourself nodding in agreement.

“Kneel,” was all he said, a direct command you were all too good at following when they came from his mouth. “Fuck you look so good on your knees. I’ve wanted you there for too long, you have no idea,” he mused, slowly and gently brushing your hair out of your face.

You waited patiently as he moved to pull his trousers down, his cock quick to snap up from under its confines and practically smack against his stomach. You stayed still on your knees, but your entire focus was on his angry, red, leaking cock. You knew he would want you to wait, but it took all of your concentration not to pounce out of sheer curiosity.

You could feel yourself beginning to soak your own pants, watching him as his hand trailed up and down his cock a few times, using his thumb to run across his slit and trail his precum over his tip. Your mouth was watering and your clit was throbbing, your willpower about to snap as you watched him greedily.

“Do you want this darling? Because I know it’s what I want,” he asked teasingly, knowing your answer before he even asked it. He could see the hunger in your eyes, the way your eyes were unable to move from where his hand met his cock, tracking his every movement. Your body was struggling to stay in place, but you were still a little too far away to reach, an unintentional placement from Draco, but so worth it in order to watch you squirm. You quickly nodded, not even looking up at his face. He let out a chuckle, but gave in, having enough of his own self teasing before he gave a little “C’mere.”

You quickly shuffled forward on your knees and placed your hands against his thighs for balancing before taking the tip into his mouth and gently sucking on it, using your tongue to lap up all the precum.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped out, forcing his hips to stay down on the bed. He wanted you to try for yourself before he took over. “Just like that, baby. You’re so fucking good with that wet little mouth of yours,” he continued, combing a hand through your hair.

You hummed in response and continued to lick and suck your way down his shaft until his tip pushing was up against the back of your throat. The moans he was letting out above you sounded heavenly, the hand in your hair keeping you grounded, but the words he was saying, oh. The absolute filth that was rolling off of his tongue was causing a fire inside of your body, lighting it up from the crimson flush against your cheeks all the way down to your dripping core.

“You look so good between my legs, doll. Fuck, I think you just belong there sometimes. Belong on your knees for your me, being so fucking good for me,” Draco spilled out, unable to hold back any thoughts because his focus was solely on you. You hummed back a response, unwilling to take her mouth off of him for even a second.

“Oh, you like that, huh? You love being a good little slut for me, don’t you?” Draco asked, his tone and the hunger in his eyes practically feral when you risked a glance up at him. His entire presence was overwhelming and so, so good. But also entirely too much, so you couldn’t help but close your eyes again.

“Uh uh, eyes on me little one. I know it’s a lot but you’re doing so good for me. My perfect girl,” he said, a little gentler but the hunger was still loud and clear in his voice. He was going to ravish you with his words alone. You had no other option but to open your eyes again, taking a deep breath and making eye contact with him. You shivered just looking at him, using one hand to keep his cock steady in your mouth, but you didn’t break eye contact. “Fuck, look at you. You’re so fucked out already and you only have your mouth on me. I was just looking for you to suck me off but I got a perfect fucking princess between my legs now,” Draco told you, almost absently as he brushed your hair out of your face and tried to focus on his breathing.

At his words, you realized how far you had slipped down. Your head was floating and his words sounded further away than they had a few minutes ago. His hand on your head was helping, but you were slipping fast and getting far too content with kitten licks and gentle sucks. You knew that possibly couldn’t be enough for him.

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading with him to take over. Your body was wound up tight, tighter than normal and you just wanted to feel his dominance rush through you. He seemed to get the hint, because a grin formed on his face that almost looked malicious.

Gently, he pulled you off of his cock and held your chin in his hand. “What do you want, darling? Use your words like a good girl,” he commanded softly.

“I want - I want you to take over,” you said softly, your voice already wrecked from the small amount of work you had been putting in.

“You want me to fuck you face, pretty girl?” He asked, clarifying even though he already knew the answer. All you gave him back was a nod, your face growing impossibly redder before opening your mouth, offering yourself to him fully. He groaned at the action coming from his innocent girlfriend and gripped the base of his cock so he didn’t cum on sight, and finally stood up in front of you.

He fed you his cock slowly, making sure the both of you were more than comfortable, until he was finally pushing up against your throat. He held you there for a moment, waiting for the struggle. He was about to massively enjoy forcing you to submit.

It took a moment, but you began to pull away, your hands pressing on his thighs to push him back. But he held you there and waited for you to settle back down. “You’re doing so good. Settle down. Give in. You’re gonna be a messy little slut for me and that’s all you have to think about right now, okay?” Draco said, focusing intently on you although you could feel the way your throat was beginning to constrict around him.

You let out a whine, muffled by the thick cock in your mouth, and you looked up at him with a plea in your eyes and tears threatening to spill. He gave you one hard gaze and you immediately settled, your throat going lax around him and he finally pulled out. You sucked in a shaky breath, working through the urge to gag, but you were quick to offer up your mouth again.

“Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me cum so fast. So perfect,” he said, pushing his cock back in and gently rocking it back and forth on your tongue. “Are you wet for me baby? I can see you clenching your things. Keep your hands on me and maybe I’ll be nice to you, darling. Want me to return the favour? Maybe I’ll lick you open real slow, have you squirm on my tongue for a while and take you apart like that. Maybe I’ll tie you up and you’ll get my fingers for a while. Edge you and destroy you. How’s that sound?” He asked roughly, the closer he got to his release the more he talked and talked.

You looked up at him and whined again, knowing he could see your thighs trembling beneath you, clenching together so tightly they were tense and rippling. The tears began to spill and your whole body was trembling. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you were growing increasingly blissed out and almost, well, close to the edge yourself. But that was impossible to cum from nothing more than his cock in your mouth and his filthy words.

“Which one did you like more, darling? My tongue or my fingers? Or do you just want me to fuck you until you can’t move? ‘Cause you’re being so good for me you deserve a special treat. Whatever you want,” he told you earnestly, unable to hold himself back from giving you whatever you wanted, as per usual.

You nodded the best she could around his cock, unsure which of the options you were even agreeing to, but you weren’t sure it mattered anyways. You were so tense, your entire body shaking. Your only support were your hands on Draco’s strong thighs, one of his hands in your hair, and your knees firmly planted on the carpet below you. Otherwise, your entire body was a storm of tension and bliss. You could feel the coil in her stomach beginning to tighten firmly. All you could do was clench your thighs to help ease the shocks of arousal flooding to your core every time Draco spoke.

Draco’s thrusts were getting sloppy in your mouth, no clear rhythm to the way he was thrusting his hips. You fluttered your eyes up to his face and saw just how close he was. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were dark with lust, his lips parted in awe as he looked down at where your lips met the base of his cock.

Just looking at him sent a rush of arousal through you, forcing your legs to clench again.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum all down your throat. That what you want, darling? I’ll give you a little taste too. I know how much my slutty girl would love a taste,” Draco rambled, creeping closer and closer to his own release.

You let out a whine and tried to pull back, showing Draco just how much you wanted to taste him, but he pushed you back down so his cock was lodged back in your throat. Your throat pulsed around him, holding back a gag that wanted to creep out.

“Eyes on me,” Draco said, his voice raspy and low. You hadn’t even realized you shut your eyes again, too focused on keeping your body from shaking furiously. You opened your eyes and met the grey ones staring down at you and your body fell apart.

You shook maddeningly, your core pulsing around nothing as wave after wave of pleasure swept through you. Your body jolted on the floor, unable to control it anymore. Cries of release forced their way out of your throat and around his cock, but your eyes never shut. Your vision narrowed down to Draco, just him and this moment. He was so large above you, so dominant and demanding. He stopped his thrusting as you worked through your release, looking down at you in awe.

“Did you just- did you just cum?” He asked, his voice showing just how clearly surprised he was.

You turned red. No way did you just cum from sucking his cock and a few dirty words. Well, not a few. But that was exactly what had happened.

You slowly nodded around his cock, before sucking him back down before he had a chance to say anything else about it. You were experiencing the same level of shock he was. And were you a little embarrassed that you came just from that? A little bit.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen you do. Fuck. You drive me fucking insane,” he said with a groan and within two more swipes of your tongue, he was spilling in your mouth.

You refused to take your eyes off of him, still just as aroused as you were before, your own release giving no sense of relief. You continued to suck and lick until every last drop was in your mouth. You pulled off and swallowed everything down, not taking your eyes off of Draco which only resulted in a moan of appreciation from him.

It took him a minute, but once Draco’s breath was under control, he sat back down on the bed and hauled you up so you were straddling his lap.

“That was- did you know you could even do that?” Draco asked, still clearly shocked by the events that had played out.

You tucked her head into his neck but shook your head so he could feel it. “No, but I- I’m still- Draco,” you whined, grinding yourself down onto his thigh.

“You still want more, my greedy girl?” He asked with a small chuckle.

You whined your agreement, not even caring how annoying that may be, but you needed more. Your futile release left you with nothing but a frenzy that you couldn’t control.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty more, darling. But before we do that, what set you off? I didn’t even know that was possible. You weren’t even touching yourself,” Draco asked, his tone a little bit more serious than before, but the teasing tone lingered. He knew you hated talking about this kind of stuff in the moment, when you were still vulnerable and your head was cloudy.

You blushed scarlet again, and you were so thankful your face was hidden. Even more thankful that he was allowing you to stay hidden.

“Um, the way you, um, talked to me,” you said, trying to sound non-committed but they both knew you were telling the truth.

Draco couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “Guess my big mouth is good for something after all,” he teased.

You made a small noise of agreement but continued to grind yourself down on Draco’s thigh, no longer caring. You just wanted a proper release.

“I know, I know,” Draco said, his voice full of fake pity, still clearly smug from what had just happened. “Lay down for me, darling. You’re in for a long night.”

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Grunge-Metal Geralt

Hi, im fucking trash for the idea of Geralt being the front man for a Five Finger Death Punch type band and my brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it. This music genre is my bread and butter and I think Geralt’s repressed but highly emotional ass would fit right in. Yes im using another Hozier song, no i dont wanna hear anything about it. I’m a basic bitch and ive made my peace with it

Warnings: i honestly have no idea, its a little horny, little emotional, but theres no actual character interaction?, its at a concert venue? idk yall.

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Jaskier was… out of his comfort zone.

It’s not that he didn’t like the grunge-metal music, he just hadn’t listened to much and he was not used to the energy. People were yelling and screaming and the opener hadn’t even come on yet. He didn’t feel unsafe, far from it. Several people had checked to see if he was okay, seeing as he was the only person in the entire arena wearing a sweater that wasn't ripped or faded to hell. It was just a far cry from the shows he was used to. 

He played folky-blues. This was nothing like his shows. 

When the lights went down the crowd was deafening, all moving as one to rush the front of the floor, not giving a single fuck about tickets. 

The openers were exciting, and Jaskier was surprised by some of the concepts and messages behind the music. It wasn’t what he’d expected at all and he found himself searching them up on Spotify to listen later. 

Then came The Witchers. 

Eskel and Lambert made their energetic entrance, followed by Aiden calmly walking to his drums and sitting as if he were walking into a college class. But Geralt was nowhere in sight. The one person Jaskier had actually come to see. 

He’d seen a video clip from a previous concert where they covered one of his songs, and he was praying they’d do it again. It was lovely in a haunting-almost-threatening way, and the expression in Geralt’s posture alone was enthralling. He had to see it live. 

But Geralt was still absent as the band started to build a song. First Aiden with the beat, then Eskel’s bass, then Lambert with a melody on his electric guitar. It built and built and built to a fever pitch, taking the crowd with it. People were already jumping and screeching. Jaskier had to stand on his seat to see the stage clearly. 

Geralt’s voice echoed through the venue, low and closer to a growl than singing, but he was still nowhere to be seen.

Jaskier thought he’d been prepared, but his whole body was covered in goosebumps. He briefly wondered if this was what his friends were feeling when they listened to ASMR.

Geralt remained hidden for the whole first verse, getting the crowd even more excited than Jaskier thought possible, only for the band to go completely silent for a whole measure. When the crowd's screams reached their absolute loudest, Geralt dropped from on top of one of the jumbotrons, landing on one of the horse-sized speakers before launching into the chorus. 

Oh fuck, he was even more beautiful in person. 

He was… well he was a beast of a man. Jaskier really didn’t have another word for the way his muscles bulged and how lithe and powerful he looked springing from the speaker to join his bandmates on the main stage. His thighs filled out his black, tattered jeans and there were clear faded spots where his muscles strained the fabric too often. The thin black tank he wore did nothing but pretend the man was semi-modest. It was so tight, the only thing left up to the imagination was tan lines and the color of his nipple piercings. 

Jaskier was most entranced by his long, white, wavy hair falling past his shoulders. As the show continued and he started to sweat, a lot, it got curlier and curlier at the root. Jaskier wanted to give him a mask and some curl cream, but only after a, uhm, rough night of getting to know each other. He’d heard rumors about Geralt from hitting arenas not long after they’d left. He was quite sure they’d have a great time.

As he focused on the lyrics more and more, he was more inclined to want to wrap Geralt up in a hug and worship every part of him until he felt whole again. 

Either he’d been shown the shitty side of the genre, or The Witchers were exceptions to the rule of content. Jaskier was almost moved to tears a few different times.

Finally, about an hour into Jaskier mindlessly feasting his eyes on the front man, Geralt leapt onto another speaker and sat down, breathing hard and grinning from ear to ear. 

“You still with us?”

The unholy screech from the crowd left no doubt they were just as excited, if not more so, than when they’d arrived. 

“Good! Good..” he trailed off, chuckling as he lowered the mic to take a breath, “We’re gonna slow it down for a minute,” he leaned forward and held the mic away as Eskel shouted something up at him to which he laughed and flipped him off. 

“As I was saying, we’re gonna yearn for a minute or two and do a cover. Song by Jaskier called ‘Talk’.”

The crowd lost their shit again, various pride flags popping up throughout the stands. 

Geralt chuckled and raised his combat boot, showing off the bi flag colored treads, earning another round of screams. If this is what the grunge-metal scene was like, Jaskier had been missing out his entire life. Sure his fans were sweet and supportive and loving when he’d come out. But this was electric and feral and completely addictive.

Lambert struck the opening chord to Jaskier’s song and the crowd settled to a gentle hum, setting the tone immediately, as if they all knew exactly what was coming. 

Geralt closed his eyes as he tapped his thigh with one finger, keeping time before his rumbling baritone hit Jaskier like a freight train. 

“I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus when her body was found…”

Jaskier could have collapsed right there. He knew he was staring like a lovesick idiot, but hell, everyone around him was too. When the chorus hit and Eskel came in with a heavy bass line he nearly fell off his chair. Geralt’s intensity raised with the addition of the backup but he didn’t move. He stayed seated, swaying slightly, with his eyes closed as he crooned out the words Jaskier had sobbed as he wrote, broken hearted and miserable. 

It was surreal. 

Sure he’d seen other covers. Sure they’d been lovely. But he wanted to listen to this and only this as he fell asleep for the rest of his life. He’d never play it again if he could only hear it one more time. 

After the last verse Lambert launched into a guitar solo while Geralt jumped off the speaker and meandered to the center of the stage to slot his mic back in it’s stand. He gripped it like a lifeline when Lambert held one last note for as long as his instrument would allow and only started singing the last chorus when it was almost silent. 

“I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do

So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you

I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things we could do

So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you”

His expression looked hopeless and utterly desperate as he crooned out the last two lines. He let his hair fall to cover his face and Jaskier could just barely hear his panting breath over the sound system as the crowd exploded. Geralt tipped his head back and took two deep breaths before straightening up and getting on with the show but Jaskier was stuck. 

He was vaguely aware of someone taking a picture of him, but he really couldn’t care less. The fact that Geralt moved right on to a song called ‘Burn Motherfucker Burn’ didn’t matter either. 

Jaskier jumped down from his arena seat, whipping out his phone and sending the band a tweet, because apparently that’s what musicians did now?

“Record it. Please. It’s either that or sing me to sleep every night. You choose.”

He stayed for the rest of the show and walked to his car in a haze. Before he backed out of his spot he checked his phone like always and his heart nearly stopped at the two top notifications. 

One public reply: “Both? -G”

And one direct message: “If you’re still here and want to grab a drink, I’m just backstage.” 

[hotchseyebrows]

thoughtfulness in little things

a derek morgan x penelope garcia fic

a/n: can you believe that is my first ever full length morcia fic? me? resident morcia nut? wow. what a world. anyway!! i hope yall like this (and if you noticed it was already on ao3 earlier today shhh this is a scheduled tumblr post im Sleeping rn) and hopefully i dont take 4 months in between posting fics again, but i make no promises!!! my brain is Evil

thank you @blkantigone for being my beta and thank you @derekmorqan for letting me barf 1k of this in our dms a while back, i love you both sm

they do kiss a fair bit in this (it is, in fact, a first kiss fic) and its a little steamy, but by no means explicit and is rated teens and up on ao3 :)

read it here on ao3!!

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?”

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Everything changes during a late night in Penelope's batcave. But really, nothing changes at all.

word count: 3000

Friday nights without a case are a rare treasure for SSA Hotchner’s highly sought after team of profilers. Normally, Derek and Penelope would be taking advantage of the freedom by dancing all night, but sometimes the universe has other plans. 

Penelope used this week’s case-free time to put the finishing touches on an antivirus and security software of her own creation. The personal information of her beloved BAU babies was a hot commodity well worth the additional protection, and she’s always looking for a reason to fiddle with Quantico’s servers. It ended up being a whole production, taking the entire afternoon and then some. Apparently, she still doesn’t have all of the permissions required to make certain adjustments which means that she’s fiddling and bending her way into all of the things she needs to do. If that wasn’t bad enough, the whole damn thing crashed around 4:00. She managed not to pull her hair out, but it was a close thing and it set her back at least an extra hour.

Derek stops by a little after 5, his jacket slung over his shoulder. “Baby girl, I can hear the bottles of DC’s finest vodka and Hennessy calling our names, are you almost ready to leave for the day?” He pauses in the door, taking in her furious typing and furrowed brow. “Whoa, Mama, what’s the matter? You’ve got Hotch’s eyebrows.”

She throws her arms up. “The entirety of the FBI and also the world is getting on my nerves!” He walks over to her, leaning on the side of her chair and turning her away from her monitor. His hands gently grab both of hers and he rubs a soothing circle with one of his thumbs. 

“Explain, baby girl.” 

She does, eventually just ranting and raving about how annoying it is to still be put in metaphorical handcuffs by the FBI as if she can’t just do what she wants anyway. “I’m not even breaking any rules, technically, they’re just making things annoying and long winded.” She sighs, moving her hands to interlock their fingers. “But now that it’s started, it would be doubly annoying to stop it and come back later. So I’m stuck here until it’s done, which might take a while.”

He nods, thinking. Then he straightens up, grabs the extra rolling chair, and sits down. 

Penelope splutters. “Sugar, you don’t have to stay here with me, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

He shrugs. “How am I supposed to party when my best girl is stuck at work?” She blushes, turning away to hide it on instinct. 

“You cheeseball.” She spins around to lightly push on his arm. He just smiles. 

They sit together for 20 minutes in relative silence as she continues her work. It’s a comfortable silence; his occasional humming soothes her rising annoyance at how needlessly long this is taking. She can hear him playing with one of the fidget toys she keeps on her desk behind him. When she gets to another point of sitting and waiting, she turns towards him and asks him about his day. He tells her about how Prentiss helped him get Reid back for a prank by distracting him in the break room while he switched out the keyboard of Reid’s computer with an identical one with a grass garden planted inside. “It’s a long con for sure, but I’m hoping it sprouts this weekend.”

She laughs. “How long did it take you to set this up, dumpling?” She already knows the answer, but it’s nice to see his slightly sheepish but proud look about his dedication to his prank war. Her computer beeps at her, and she spins back around to begin working again.

He rolls closer, avoiding her question and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You getting hungry yet?”

She relaxes, leaning against him. As if on cue, her stomach grumbles. “Yes, I’d say so.”

He leans over and moves a strand of hair out of her face. “Okay baby girl, I’ll go grab us food and be right back.” She nods, lifting her cheek on instinct to meet the kiss she knows is coming. He stands and sure enough, leans down to kiss her cheek. “I’ll be quick. Be good.”

“How can I do anything else if you’re not here?” She bats her eyes up at him. 

He grins. “Oh, I’m sure you’d think of something.” He brushes his knuckles against her cheek. It makes her shiver.

She watches him leave, catching the kiss he blows at her from the door. Turning back to focus on her work, it feels like she blinks and he’s back. A glance at the clock tells her it’s been over a half hour. He puts the bag of food onto the table before coming to pull her away from the computer. 

“One minute, I promise, I’m so close to just letting this thing run for a little.” He twirls her hair around his fingers before dropping his hands onto her shoulders, rubbing away the tension. A minute and a half later, she leans back in her chair with a sigh. She tilts her head back and sticks her tongue out at him. He smiles at her. 

"Come eat, baby girl. Don't think you're getting out of eating my hard won dinner." He moves to the table and pulls out her chair. She follows and sits.

"Hard won — mon cher, you didn't tackle a wild animal and lug it home to our log cabin in the woods, you drove your car 20 minutes."

He kisses her temple, handing her a pair of chopsticks. "Yeah, but I would lug home whatever you needed anytime, so the sentiment is the same."

She smiles and knocks their feet together under the table lightly. He moves his chair, so they are sitting right next to each other on the same side of the table. The heat from his arm is palpable.

Derek grabs a box from the bag and splits the vegan pad thai within onto two paper plates. He opens the box of spring rolls and places it in between them while she places napkins in front of them both. He pops the cap off of her bottle of lemonade without her asking, and sets that in front of her too. “Thank you, handsome.” He smiles in response. They start eating and the comfortable silence returns. 

She talks him through what she still needs to do to fix everything in between bites, even though she knows he doesn't really understand her technobabble. But Penelope can feel his eyes on her, and without looking, she somehow knows that something has shifted in the air around them.

"What?" she asks, turning her attention away from gesturing at her computer with the chopsticks. "Do I have something on my face?"

He chuckles. "Actually, yes, c'mere." He brushes away a stray spot of sauce on the corner of her lips with a gentle swipe of his thumb. The rest of his hand stills on her cheek. She shivers. She can see him notice it, his attention focusing in on her. Penelope's blood is thundering in her ears as he glances in between her lips and her eyes.

She leans purposefully into his hand. His thumb brushes over her lips again and her mouth falls open a little. 

"Penelope, I-" he cuts himself off with a hard swallow. "Penelope." His eyes flicker down to her lips and back up to her eyes quickly again.

She can only blink at him for a moment. "Yes, Derek?"

"I don't kn- um. Can I-" She's never seen him flustered and unsure like this. But they've never been out of sync before and they aren't about to start now, so she nods, bringing up a hand to rest on his. A smile grows on his face before he starts to lean in. His hand slides along her cheek to more firmly grip her face- it makes her gasp.

He pauses, thinking something is wrong. "Penelope, are y-" Her heart swells at how careful he is to take care of her always, and she meets him in the middle, pressing their lips together in a soft, purposeful kiss.

For a moment, all is still. The world boils down to just the place where their lips are touching. Their lips barely brush against one another, but already Penelope feels light headed. Derek separates their lips for a moment before kissing her again, a firmer touch this time. She sucks in a breath through her nose. His lips are incredibly kind- that’s the only word for it. He doesn’t seem to know the word “take” right now because all she can feel from him is “give.” As he presses into the kiss and gently cups the side of her face, her brain wildly spins through thoughts about how of course he’s like this even when kissing her and how good he smells and how she can’t believe they haven’t done this sooner.

He draws her closer against him, pressing into the kiss more insistently before bringing his other hand up to her face and holding her. His fingers move to cup the sides of her neck and she tilts her head to the left a touch, letting her mouth fall open in a sigh. He makes a soft noise before tentatively sliding their tongues together. A full body shiver runs down her spine and through her limbs. Another small noise falls from the back of his throat. Her stomach swoops like they've just dropped down the side of a huge arch in a roller coaster. She places both hands on his chest, pressing forward. He moves with her, chair squeaking underneath him as he presses closer, one arm snaking around her back. Penelope’s heart pounds even louder. His tongue is gentle even in its insistence as their kiss turns slightly desperate. 

It feels like someone has lit a fire underneath Penelope’s chair, warmth washing over her whole body and radiating out from everywhere they touch. One of his hands tangles into her hair as he gently tilts her head back. If she wasn’t sitting her knees would have buckled so long ago, but now she would absolutely be on the floor. It’s no surprise that Derek Morgan is an incredible kisser, but knowing something and knowing something is so different. 

He pulls back, letting their foreheads rest together. Her eyes stay closed, tingles radiating from everywhere his fingers are tenderly holding her face. She tightens her grip on his shirt. He kisses the tip of her nose. "You still with me, baby girl?"

She nods, breathless. She slowly opens her eyes and smiles at him. "Hi." It's the first thing she thinks to say. 

He laughs. "Hey you."

She has so many questions- how long have you wanted to do that, can we do that again right now, can we do so much more right now, right here- but before she can ask any of them, her computer beeps loudly. "Oh!" She jumps at the sudden noise. He drops his hands and leans back, looking far too much like the cat who got the cream. "I should- right, I should deal with that," she says, standing on shaky legs. Heels were never so precarious. Of course, there is no hiding from a profiler.

He grins up at her. "Need some assistance?" His eyes are shining like he's hiding a joke. She scrunches her nose at him, biting back a smile.

"Oh, hush you. I’m perfectly capable of walking 3 feet, thank you very much." Her tenacity is a little undercut from the way her hands are trembling a little as she smooths her skirt, but still. The point remains.

He raises his hands in surrender. "Alright baby girl, go on then."

She walks over to her computer and stays standing to fiddle with the wires behind it before bending over at the keyboard and reading the report on the screen. "It shouldn't be much longer now, it just needs to run the last new anti-virus- what?" He's leaning back in his seat and staring at her, a small smile dancing on his lips.

"What, Mama?" But he knows what, clearly evident from the way he is trying to school his expression into something innocent.

She blushes. "Derek Morgan, I don't know what I'm going to do if you keep looking at me like that."

"Oh, I don't know. I might have some ideas."

She sucks in a sharp inhale through her nose. Playing nonchalant, she turns back to her computer. "Well, I might have to hear your ideas out."

"Yeah?" 

She glances at him out of the corner of her eye and he's grinning.

"Yeah." she says, not trusting what will come out of her mouth if she elaborates (probably something along the lines of “I’d listen to all your ideas, do your ideas include any semblance of forever, if you keep grinning like that I'm gonna lock the door and do something reckless”).

They sit in relative silence, just the sounds of her typing filling the room. When she finishes, she spins her chair around. "Hi," she says again.

"Hi baby," he responds.

Her fingers twist and curl the hem of her skirt. "So, uh, well, that's gonna take at least another 30 minutes to finish running."

He raises one eyebrow. "30 minutes, huh?" 

She nods. "Might be a good time for some of those ideas." 

He stands and walks across the room to her. She takes his offered hand and stands as well. They stay there, inches apart and holding hands as the charged atmosphere around them seems to crackle. In the same breath, they lean in to kiss again. Both of her arms wrap around his neck as he tucks his around her waist. He pulls her against him, fully pressed together as the soft kiss deepens into something heated and desperate.

He bites her bottom lip gently before the kiss turns open mouthed and slick. She arches against him as they slide into a slow rhythm. She feels fluttery, like his arms are the only anchor point in the whole world and if he let her go, she’d simply float away. He tastes like lemonade, sweet and alive. She hums as he tracks his hands in a slow circle at the base of her spine. Her knees really do buckle a little as he attempts to tug her closer, but he holds her steady. She rests a hand on his cheek and grounds herself by using the other to grip the back of his neck. She’s utterly swallowed up by him, his arms and his mouth and just him surrounding her in their own little cocoon. He separates their mouths to kiss across her jaw and down her neck, hands flattening on her back. He places a line of long kisses down to the crook of her neck. She lets out a sigh, letting her head fall to the side to give him more room. He sinks his teeth into the same spot lightly, and she shudders. 

"Derek," she whispers. She can feel his smile against his skin as he kisses the same place again.

They slow to a stop, tucked against each other. He rests his face against her neck and mumbles something against her skin. "Hmm honey?" she says, hand rubbing a circle on the nape of his neck.

"I got us that Talenti ice cream you like," he says, only moving enough to be heard. “Chocolate peanut butter cup, and the color changing spoons are still in the break room.”

"Oh Der, that's so sweet, you didn't have to do all of that." Her heart skips a beat. 

He shrugs, kissing the side of her neck. "I wanted to."

She is half tempted to haul him in for another kiss, but as if on cue, her stomach grumbles. He picks his head up and smiles at her. "Come eat now," he says before giving her another quick peck. 

She lets him pull her to the table, but before they sit, she pulls him in again. He chuckles into the kiss.  "Eat, you menace." He mumbles against her lips. Pulling back, he plants a kiss on the apple of her cheek as he guides her into her seat.

She bites a retort about how she was trying to but he sees it on her face anyway. 

"Later, baby girl. Dinner first."

“Then dessert?” She tilts her head and gives him a flirty smile. 

He runs his thumb along her bottom lip. “All the dessert you want, Penelope.”

Much the same as before, they eat in comfortable silence. Except this time he rests a hand on her thigh, and traces a slow lazy circle with his thumb. The conversation picks back up and turns to unrelated things. Derek muses about possible retaliations from Spencer once he notices his new desk plants as he casually offers her a bite from his plate. She takes it, humming.

Something Penelope did not realize had lost its footing resettles in her chest. Nothing is different, not in any way that would scare her or be a loss. They are just the same as they've always been, but also more. (Though she'd be hard pressed to think of a time when this wasn't the way they were. Maybe things are just being unveiled, not changed.) 

When they finish eating, he goes to get the ice cream and two of the fun spoons from the break room. They split the pint and laugh far too loudly for how late it is. The computer beeps for a final time, software finally fully uploaded and settled. She still has to run tests and double check that everything is working, but that can wait. Derek offers her a bite of ice cream, and if he kisses her again to remove the ice cream from her bottom lip, she can't say she minds.

[squishy-mochi-is-bright-pink]

hi! uh—sorry if this is confusing, it’s my first time making a request. uhm—i’ve just been feeling rlly down lately and was considering self harm. so, if it’s okay with u, can i request for tsukishima/sakusa/osamu (u can choose if doing all is too much) seeing their s/o with a fear of sharp objects about to self harm but not going through with it and them comforting their s/o? u dont have to do it tho if ur not comfortable with it, i just wanted to try asking :)

Characters: Tsukishima and Sakusa

CW: self harm, sharp objects

Genre: comfort

Word count: 1, 616

Summary: You've been struggling with thoughts of self harm, which then lead you to a fear of sharp objects. Your boyfriend notices and tries his best to help you.

A/n: your request wasn't confusing at all, don’t worry. So sorry I didn't get around to writing Osamu but I hope this is alright. if you ever need someone to talk to im here, or you could request as much or as little as you want. Just remember self harm isn't the answer, alright? Remember you're loved <3

Tsukishima

Okay, so even though everyone says that Tsukishima doesn’t care or isn’t a good boyfriend to you that is a big fat lie and you know it. This boy is super observant. ESPECIALLY when it comes to you.

You’re his baby and the love of his life, and one way he shows his love to you is by paying attention to everything you do and acting accordingly. He’s usually subtle about it though. You shiver? Oh, look extra hoodie. Tense up when one of your classmates approaches the two of you? Oh no something came up with the team and you’re both required to solve it.

Slight rant aside, he notices immediately that something is wrong. It may take him a little bit to figure out what exactly but he’s looking into it immediately. By the end of the day, he’s checked with your friends if anything is bothering you, he’s found out whether or not you are behind on work or if school is stressing you out. But nothing.

Luckily for him, it was Friday, thus, he was coming over to your house after school (practice). Usually, he’d come over and do some homework then you’d watch a movie together and honestly you could use some affection right now.

When he arrived at your house you were already showered, dressed and waiting at the table to start your homework. He came in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and sat down across from you, he’d already changed into casual clothes after practice.

Tsukishima exalted deeply for the first time that day and let himself relax now that he was alone with you. He’d spent his entire day trying to figure out what was up since you’d been acting weird for a little while now and he was back to square one. Nobody he’d asked knew anything that might have upset you, and he’d asked a lot of people. More accurately he’d asked Yamaguchi to since he knew people found Tadashi less intimidating. However, he still hadn’t had any luck in narrowing down the issue.

You seemed to be focused on whatever work you where doing so he decided to do some of his own work and ask you about it during the movie. He pulled out his maths book and a pencil from his pocket to begin working on the algebra homework.

After around thirty minutes of working together with some lofi playing in the background and occasionally asking for help from one another, his pencil lead snapped in the middle of an equation. Slightly irritated, he went to his bag to retrieve a sharpener but couldn’t find his pencil case. Shit, he must have left it in his desk. Oh well, he won’t need it till Monday anyway.

  “Hey, Shortcake,” that stupid nickname he’d gave’ you made you look over to him “do you have a pencil sharpener? My pencil case is at school.” At the mention of a sharpener, you squeaked out no far too quickly. Okay, somethings up. He’s sure of it now. 

So he gently set down his pencil and placed one of his hands on yours. When you looked up and made eye contact you could see how concerned he looked. Though it isn’t just concern, there’s something soft and loving there too. It’s because of this that you just aren’t able to break the eye contact, even though you’d much rather check your house slippers for bits of dust. 

“Baby,” he starts softly, “I know somethings up. You’ve been different for a few days now. And as long as you’ve been in my class you’ve never forgotten your stationary. Do you want to talk about it? Or we could do something else if you want.” By now there were tears beginning to slowly roll down your cheeks and Kei had gotten up to wrap you up in a hug. “Come one baby.” he says as he guides you over to the couch to sit down.

Once he had you settled in beside him he started to rub gentle circles on your back and waited patiently for you to calm down enough to talk to him. Once you had calmed down a little you began to explain everything. From the thoughts of self-harm to avoiding anything sharp or dangerous just in case. And he just sat there and listened. All the while gently rubbing circles and patterns into your back. He listened to every word you said and took it all in making sure to give little nods or hums of acknowledgement, enough to let you know he was listening without interrupting you.

When you’d finally finished telling you everything he simply scooped you up in his arms and hugged you as tight as he could. “Baby, Y/n. I’m so proud of you. You’re so strong and I’m so glad you didn’t do anything.” he gently kissed the top of your head and whispered, “I love you so much.” 

You snuggled further into him and he turned the tv to your comfort movie, even if he didn’t love it or would much rather watch a documentary about dinosaurs.

Sakusa

Sakusa is another boy who people wrongly assume is a bad partner. I object. Although he is slightly more hesitant when it comes to physical affection in public he’s one of the best boyfriends you could ever ask for.

Generally, when the two of you hang out he has a routine to ensure there is no fear around germs and he can be as affectionate as he wants. You both take showers and change into freshly washed clothes when you arrive at either home before you spend time together.

Because of how naturally observant this boy is, and the number of showers he’s had to take at your house he has your shower products almost memorised. He knows what they are, what they do and where they go. Honestly when you’re running low on something he’s more likely to notice than you are. And of course, being the loving boyfriend he is, he’ll remind you to add it to your shopping list or even go shopping with you.

This mans love language is probably quality time or acts of service, so if there’s an opportunity to give you a hand or just spend time with you he’ll take it.

Today was just another day, well not exactly, Sakusa was coming to spend some time with you today, which honestly was not rare at all. You had both fallen into a steady routine of taking showers and changing before spending time together. He would never ask you to do it but you knew it made him more comfortable. Plus he far preferred your shower to the locker room one.

So as always he walks into your house, puts his bag on the table and walks to your bathroom to take a shower. When he’s in the shower he notices that your razor is missing from its normal spot. He thought that was a little bit odd. Mostly because he has never seen your razor missing before. Any time he noticed something was missing before it was always just running low on shampoo, or body wash or only having one bar of soap left.

It isn’t that weird so he just makes a note to himself to remind you about it later like he always does. Once he’s finished and changed into his favourite sweats and second favourite hoodie (you’re currently wrapped up in his favourite). He goes to your room and curls up beside you as you’re preparing to put on a movie.

By the time Sakusa had remembered what he needed to remind you of the movie had been playing for around 20 minutes. So he decides to just wait until after the movie to bring it up. With that decision made he just decides to focus on the movie and how you feel giving him cuddles.

After the movie was all finished and you and Omi where cleaning up, when he brought up the missing razor. “Hey baby, remember to add razors to your shopping list. Yours is missing” he mentioned as he placed your throw pillows back on your bed. He paused in the middle of fixing your pillows, that was not the reaction he expected. Something was up. When he turned around and saw you near tears he rushed over to check on you.

“Baby, talk to me whats wrong?” hes says in the most soothing voice he can muster when he reaches you. You dont respond, just crying a little harder and hugging him back. “Its,” you sniffled a little, “its nothing Omi. Ill be fine” you sniffled again trying desperately to pull yourself together.

Sakusa pulled out the handkerchief he kept for you in his pocket. And by the time you'd told him everything he was crying too holding you. "it's gonna be alright baby. I'm here, we're gonna get through this together."

You fell asleep holding together, knowing that you weren't alone. And wouldn't be as long as you have him and he isn't leaving any time soon

[iaminlovewithtrr]

Christmas with a stranger

This is my submission for 'gift of cheer' by @cordonianroyalty and @texaskitten30. This is the fluff one shot requested by @anjanettaexcordonia.

Characters belong to pixelberry

Pairings:LiamxRiley

A/N: this is the first fic I have ever written, so i apologize for any mistakes. Criticism is openly accepted, negative or otherwise. Feel free to say anything!

Tags: @texaskitten30 @cordonianroyalty

@kat-tia801 @eadanga @xxrainbow-princessxx @knightthunderis @kingliam2019 @anjanettexcordonia @stuti-singh @queenrileyrose @bbrandy2002 @twinkleallnight @bebepac @ladyrileyrussel @hopelessromanticsposts @dcbbw

Summary: Two strangers spend Christmas day with which each other, which changes the rest of their lives.....

Song inspiration: All I want for Christmas is you

Word count:2683

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

Don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas Day

I just want you for my own

It was the morning of Christmas, and Riley was overly excited. She always waited for this time of the year, especially Christmas. Nothing is more enjoyable than sipping cider in the presence of her beloved and enjoying the Christmas meal, she always thoughts. Orphaned at 4 ,she didn't had a blood family to celebrate with , but was blessed with a great deal of foster family and friends. Every year, during Christmas, as a sort of tribute, she spends the entire day celebrating with the children of her previous foster care. Watching those kids playing merrily reminded her of her own good days in the past.

She quickly ate her breakfast and made her way out of her NY apartment, whistling and softly humming to the tune of All I want for Christmas is you, her favorite song.

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

Baby....

She was so engrossed in her little singing gig that she barely registered the stranger coming towards her, and crashed right into his broad chest, spilling her reticule's content on the sidewalk.

"Oof"she yelped, rubbing her forhead.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me help with those! " the stranger apologized.

Riley and the stranger kneeled down at the same moment to collect her scattered belonging, and for the first time the two glanced into each others eyes. Ocean blue eyes locking onto dark ones. Damn... Those eyes.. Riley swallowed.

"Ahem" she softy cleared her thought, quickly collected her belongings, and stood up.

"Sorry for that. Should've watched my steps. " then she quickly disappeared into the crowd, not noticing the stranger eyes on her from behind.

Riley finally arrived at the foster care. Loving hearts. A bit strange name, but filling her chest with warmth nonetheless. She rummaged through her reticule for her Digital key card, but it was not there.

"Uh...?"she muttered. "Where the hell is my keycard? "

After a few moment of searching she gave up. "Im not going to get in there without my key card...."

"Excuse me Miss.... But I belive this is yours. " a voice behind her startled her.

Riley turned around and found herself staring at the pair of those same dark eyes she encountered earlier. I'd recognise those eyes anywhere, even though I had stared at his eyes for less than 5 seconds. The (cute) guy i bumped with!

"Ahem" the stranger let out a exaggerated cough and riley realised that she has been staring at his face for a solid 10 seconds.

"Right.. Ahem... Sorry... I mean... Thank you for returning this. You totally saved my ass--, i mean my...my...job". Way to make a fool of yourself Riley.

The stranger laughed quitly. "Well then I am glad I could save your job. But I should get going."

Just as he turned, a little voice in the back of her head called out to her, and instinctively she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Er... Sir... I know this is extremly forward of me... But if you would be kind enough to spend the day with volunteering at the orphanage I work at? We are kinda short-staffed tonight, and there aren't much volunteers. Those children at the orphanage will be quite happy to see a new face. You could spend the with them. And me. If you are free, that is?

Crap. Crap. Crap. This i really asked a random hot stranger to volunteer?! Snap the hell out of it Riley!

Plz say yes. Plz say yes. The little voice inside her screamed.

To her surprise, he gave her a smile. "Id be happy to. I don't have any special plans for today. Btw. "

He smiled, and stuck out her hand to shake hers.

"Liam Rys"

"Riley Brooks". She said she she shook his hand. A familiar electric tinge sparked through her veins as she held his hand. His hand impossibly smooth underneath her. Woah! Are guys even supposed to have this soft hands? I wonder what kind of moisturiser he uses....

"Miss Brooks --"

"Call me Riley. "

"Well ahem, Riley.. it is rather cold outside. What say we make it inside? "

"Oh right."

She quickly swiped her keycard and stepped inside, sighing contentedly as the warm air from the heaters enveloped her. She melted a little inside as she felt Liam's warm body alongside her. Brushing this aside, she focused her attention on the scenario in front of her. Numerous gift boxes piled beneath the Christmas tree... Children merrily running and there... Volunteers mingling with each other and the children... The aroma of the food... And the Christmas songs softly playing in the background. A wide smile played on her lips.

While Riley was busy observing the surroundings, Liam found his sight stuck on the beautiful women he had known for not more than 15 minutes. She was beautiful, in a way that the noble ladies back at home in Cordonia arn't. And seeing her here in here element, smiling widely without giving a damn about public decorum or whatsoever, he found himself attracted to her. And without a second thought, he agreed to volunteer. We'll see how the day goes...

Liam cleared his throat, claiming her attention. "So what needs to be done? "

"As you can see this is a orphanage, so the children here dont have any families to celebrate the holidays with. So each year, myself and many other gather here to celebrate the celebrate with them. Thats what we have to do. Mingle with the children, play with them... And make them feel loved. "

"Sure. I can definately do that. I actually volunteered too at orphanages back home."

"If I may ask, Where are you from?

Liam immediately stiffened at the question. When he asked his father for a quiet getaway before the beginning of the social season, meeting Riley was not on the itinerary. And the fact that he was leaving Tommorow didnt helped either. The last thing he wanted to do was to lie with her, but he wasn't going to destroy these good moments he had with her by revealing that he was the crown prince of cordonia.

"I'm actually from one of the small islands surrounding Greece. "

Before she could open her mouth to ask more, Liam immediately turned away to play with one of the children.

The day went on quite peacefully and quite enjoyable for Liam. Holidays back home were anything besides spending with families. It was all about press conferences and photo ops and disguised motives hidden away in gifts. But here I was a lot more different, the sight of children playfully jostling each other without giving a damn made him smile, as that was the part of childhood he missed.

He suddenly felt a small hand on his shoulder and his pulse quickened at the feel of skin over his clothes. Behind her was Riley, holding a eggnog mug in her hands.

"Not to ruin your volunteering gig, but I got you something. "She said as she handed him the mug. Their fingers brushed, and lingered for just a moment longer.

"Ahem. Thank you. " Liam blushed, his ears turning pink.

Riley chucked softly at his antics. He is already so cute, and looks extra cute while he blushes.

Night came quickly. After winding up all the activities for the day including the gift exchanging and christmas dinner, all the children were put to bed and the volunteers were bidding their goodbyes. Only the foster care staff plus liam was left behind.

Riley glanced around. All the staff were mingling on the rooftop, with only her and Liam left in the main hall.

"Hey.... " she softly asked Liam, who was lounging in a chair beside her.

"Yeah? "

"Will you accompany me for a little walk around the times square? I just wanna clear my head a bit. " And hopefully spend some time with you...

He smiled. "Sure! Just let me get my coats. "

The pair walker out of the building and into the cold, brisk night. Celebrations were in full swing outside. Its called the city who never sleeps for Nothing.

Outside was really cold, and with the softly falling snow Riley barely suppressed the shiver that ran up het spine. Suddenly she felt strong arms around her shoulders and a moment later a coat was wrapped around them.

"I would be a terrible gentleman if a let a beautiful lady like you freeze to death. "

"Beautiful, huh? " she teased.

He blushed. That blush.

They both arrived at the square, staring at the enormous Christmas tree situated in the very middle. The glow of the lights and mini bulbs bathing them both in a gentle bluish light.

"Its really beautiful, isnt it? Riley asked. Just as she turned her head towards him liam's eyes quickly found their ways towards the decoration. Was he really admiring me than the beautiful decoration in front of him? Was it possible that he was feeling the same fluttering in his heart that she felt whenever they interacted? No, it can't be. I am reading onto this too much. We are strangers. Strangers.

"Indeed it is. " Liam quitly whispered, hiding the blush in his cheeks. Crap, she caught him staring at her. I hope she doesnt think i am creep or something. To Liam even the most beautiful decorations paled in front of her, she was more beautiful than any sights he had laid his eyes on. Don't get too attached, Liam. Its temporary. You are going to leave tomorrow. There can nothing be between you and her. You have a duty back home. This is just a little escape from reality. They are strangers. Strangers.

Just then the local band striked up a a waltz. All around them peoples paired up, with Riley watching the couples with a hopeful gleam in her eyes... which didnt went unnoticed by Liam. And in that moment, he knew what he had to do.

Liam bowed a little in front of her, and held out his hand, his other arm draped around his back. "May I have this dance? "

She smiled as she put her hand into his, her pulse quickning, "It would be my pleasure. "

She awkwardly bowed, earning a chuckle from Liam as he sweeped her in his arms, her one hand on his shoulder, his on her waist, their free hand twined together. They elegantly twirled together on the makeswift dance floor, stepping in time to each rhythm. As they glided together, liam couldnt help but gaze down at her angelic face, illuminated by the surroundings. His gaze strayed to her lips just as Riley glanced at him, they met each other halfway as their lips come together in a magnetic kiss. Time seemed to stopped when his lips met hers, and the flutter in their chest intensified. Riley's finger gently curled in his coat as liam tangled his hands in her soft brown curls. She smelled like jasmine, a scent that liam is all too familiar with. Their hands tighten around each other, almost desperately, refusing to let go, their lips moving against each other in perfect harmony. Liam tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest, and Riley softly sighed as she breathed in the scent of him.

For that moment it was only the two of them in the entire world, all the surroundings fading into nothing. Their little bubble of heaven was broken as the pair heard the the sound of clapping and soft cheering. Flustered, Liam grasped her hand and led both of them out of the dance floor and into the streets, grinning all the way.

The two of them found themselves at the threshold of a quint restaurant, and they both collapsed onto the stairs, still holding each other while wearing goofy smiles.

"So... That was.... Something else.. " Riley chuckled.

"Indeed it was. " Liam snickered.

As he glanced down at the lady in his arms, Liam felt a sudden tinge of guilt in his chest. I still haven't told her who I am. I have to tell her.

After her laughter had subsided, Liam gently took her shoulders in his hands and looked square in her eyes. "Riley, can I have a word with you? "

"Yeah... What happened? "

"I haven't told you where I am from, or what I am doing alone in a unknown city without my family. The truth is I am the Crown Prince of a small country called Cordonia. "

Riley stared at him, then burst into laughter. "Haha, Liam, nice joke. If you are a crown prince then i'm Kate Middleton." She stopped laughing when she saw the look on his face. "Oh, you are serious?"

Liam nodded. "Of course. I have no reason to lie to you. I just wanted to let you know that....that...." He struggled to move forward. "That i'll be leaving for Cordonia Tommorow morning. My social season will commence once I get back. I have to choose a bride from all the noble ladies presented to me as suitors. "

Her face fell. "You... You are really going back... I just thought we.... " She trailed off.

"I knew Riley, and I am sorry that I didn't told you sooner. I understand if you are mad--"

"Of course im not mad Liam. You did what you thought was the best. You just wanted a nice time without wandering about your duties."

"I... I wished we had more time together Riley." He whispered.

"Then lets make the most of it. We just have this night tonight, Liam. And I want to make it count. For just this one night let's just be Riley and Liam, two peoples without any obligations.

Riley pointed to the mistletoe over their head, then leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss. He immediately responded, his hand cupping the side of her neck tenderly as she ran her hair through his dark hair. They pulled apart, staring into each others eyes, then their lips came together again, more passionately this time.

"Merry Christmas, Riley."

"Merry Christmas, Liam."

The night was spend together in Liam's suite, tangled in the sheets and in each other's arms.

************

The next morning

Liam woke up in his room.... Alone. He glanced around, none of Riley's belongings were in sight. A single note was on the coffee table beside the bed.

Liam,

I want you to know that the short time I have spend with you more to me than I could describe. You gave me the one thing I wanted most for Christmas...Family. I'm grateful for that. I'm sorry that I had to convey this to you by a letter, but i thought it would be better for both of us. Perhaps we will meet again.

Riley

Liam reached and wiped the lone tear that has escaped on his cheek. "I'm grateful for our time together too, Riley.

**********

Cordonia

It was the evening of the masquerade ball in the palace. Liam was dressed in his usual black regalia with a matching ornate mask. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts managed to make their way back to Riley. Be a good prince, Liam. She's gone.

Liam stood in the huge elegant ballroom, a queue of noble ladies in front of him. Each lady he encountered, whether it was the poodle loving lady Penelope, the diplomat's daughter Kiara, or his best friend Olivia, made him realize that none of them were her.

The next lady approached, who was adorned in a white angel costume, with a literal halo above her head, her blue eyes peeking out of the glittering mask. Why are those eyes familiar...

"Hello..." Liam greeted her politely. "I don't believe we have met... Have we?"

The women smiled, then reached behind the back of her head to loosen the mask strings, Liam caught a glimpse of a familiar face as she removed her mask.

"Riley..."

[how-masterful]

Your Highness

Dhawan!master x reader

Summary: The Master turns to a night of comfort after returning back to the tardis with you, aiming to show his tired human some well deserved affection and care.

Notes: oh boy, here we go! All aboard the smutty express! Big thanks to @plethora-of-imagines for the help on this one, check out their blog for some incredible fics! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! ❤

Warnings: lemon!!!

It had been a long day for sure. You'd stolen the crowns of the snobbish royal leaders of Anpavir, leading their disgruntled servants into an uprising and burning their palace to the ground. You'd raced back to the TARDIS with no time to spare, the pair of you exhausted as the Master sent the TARDIS spiralling into the time vortex- you'd helped push a button here and pull a lever there, the flying lessons he'd indulged you with paying off as you helped guide the ship through cosmic turbulence.

The Master quickly crept around the console as you focused on familiarising yourself with the dials, grabbing your waist and spinning you in his arms as you squealed with glee. He reluctantly put you down after a while and grinned as you turned yourself to face him, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a gentle kiss. You sighed contently as you parted- gaze transfixed on his warm brown eyes, and cheekily fixed the stupidly ornate crown that was sat crooked on his head, brushing his hair to the side. You looked almost proud at the red lipstick smudge on his mouth.

You both looked slightly worse for wear, clothes lightly singed and covered in a layer of soot. Your faces were dusted with ash and the occasional black smudge, but he still looked positively radient to you- even with the slightly rough appearance.

The rugged look suits you, you thought, knowing he may have heard.

"Your highness has never looked more dashing" you teased, watching him smirk as he straightened up his shoulders, bowing his head.

"One has never seen such a fairer sight than thou, your majesty" he returned, making you giggle as you curtseyed in response.

The Master pulled your hips closer and playfully kissed you again, eyes full of wonder- you looked fit to rule in that crown on your head. "You suit that crown a whole lot more then that stuck up queen ever did" he said, brushing your hair over your shoulder and smiling at your blush.

"With a crown like that, I should be calling you king, not Master." The Master smirked at your teasing tone and pulled you closer to his chest, breath hot on your neck as his beard tickled the sensitive skin, making you shiver.

"Crown or no crown, i'll always be your Master" he purred, placing gentle kisses over your collarbone and pressing his fingertips lightly into your hips.

You let yourself go loose in his touch, nestling into his chest and humming in delight. You rolled your neck back and bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut as the master moved to hold your back, head tilting. He could tell you were tired by the way you simply melted into his arms, your eyes struggling to stay open as he placed a trail of kisses down your neck. He gingerly coaxed you back from your stupor with a peck on the lips, hand snaking into your scalp and massaging your hair.

You instinctively shivvered at his touch. Your eyes opened and met his gaze, a blush on your cheeks. "Come along, love. It seems her royal highness needs her beauty sleep."

You pawed at the Masters chest and shook your head, a whine of protest escaping your lips. "Hey hey, easy tiger." the Master teased, catching your hands and peppering kisses on their backs. "M' just worn out, thats all" you offered, expression gentle. "Running around burning palaces can tire a girl out."

The Master smiled down at you warmly, brushing a stray hair from your face. "Fine, at least let me run you a warm bath. You know I love a dirty girl but this is-" the Master started, making you giggle as he gestured to your rather messy attire.

You nodded at his plan- a bath sounded wonderful, your body sore from running and filling you with a dull ache. The Master suddenly scooped you up in his arms and held you to his chest, and you instinctively flung your arms around his neck. He'd never let you fall, of course, the Master placing a soft kiss to your temple as he carried you out of the console room and into the maze of winding corridors.

Being in his arms just felt so right. You could hardly remember life before the Master, life on earth, it had been so long and so perfect you hadn't thought to ever look back. You wouldnt give up your life with the Master for anything, not that he would ever let you go- you were madly in love not only with the lifestyle, but him. The universes most wanted criminal, who was currently whispering sweet nothings in your ear and carrying you bridal style to the large TARDIS bathroom, had stolen not only your life on earth but your heart.

"And dont ever ask me to give it back" the Master replied, grinning down at you as you hid your face in his chest, proud of his telepathy. Of course he heard you, you thought to yourself. "Im sure if you tried, it would break" you replied sheepishly. You gently scratched at his stubble with your fingertips, caressing over his jawline. He hummed in acknowledgement and met your gaze.

"How do you think I feel darling? I've got two on the line." His tone was teasing, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

The Master finally set you down as you arrived at the bathroom. A warm hand found its way to the small of your back as he moved you to sit on the side of the tub, the water running in a cascade as his attention turned back to you. You'd already started pulling off your jacket when the Master took your hands, a frown upon his features. "I do believe thats my job" he purred, taking the jacket from your hands and slowly moving it to the floor. Every touch was tender, fingertips gliding over your bare skin, his gaze never breaking from yours.

A careful hand brushed your hair over your shoulders, a shivver running up your arms as the Master knelt down on one knee before you. His hands menovered over your shoes as he pulled the boots off your feet, your socks soon to follow. You struggled for breath as his fingertips walked up your calves, hands caressing up your thighs and gingerly taking ahold of your pants button and zipper. He was purposely moving slow, teasing you, making sure you felt every touch and movement.

You pushed down on the edge of the tub as the Master gripped the waist of your jeans, pulling them over your hips as you raised off the lip of the bath. It was excruciating, his gaze fixated on your slowly appearing skin, fingertips brushing against the sensitive flesh. The Master slowly peeled the jeans off your legs, leaving your bottom half almost fully exposed. He almost looked as if he were salivating.

His warm hands moved to your thighs as he carefully spread your legs apart, exposing your underwear as he slotted himself in the now vacant space. You knew your eyes were wide, face flush and lip bitten as his gaze met yours, dark browns staring up at you intently. His lips moved to trail slow kisses against the soft flesh of your stomach, his gaze never faultering as you let out a desperate moan.

"Stand for me" the Master whispered, hands sneaking up to hold your hips. You nodded your head and let the Master guide you to the center of the room, hands snaking over the hem of your shirt. You could feel his breath on your neck, beard tickling your skin as he pulled the fabric up your torso at a painfully slow pace. The wait was agonizing.

You stood obediantly as the Master made his way up to your chest, lips moving to your ear as you let out a shaky breath. "Arms up, love" he ordered, and you instinctively lifted your arms. "Good girl" he praised, kissing your jaw as he pulled the shirt up over your chest, moving the material over your head and arms, leaving your shoulders bare.

He threw the top to the side, pulling your back closer against his chest. You hummed in pleasure and leant your head back on his shoulder, greedily moving his hands to your underwear and grinding up desperately against his palms. You needed him to touch you.

A low growl emerged and a hand quickly wound itself around your throat, fingers digging into the skin where his mouth once was, his lips close on your ear as you sucked in a struggled breath. "You move when Master tells you to, got it?" He hissed in the shell of your ear, a whimper passing your lips as you nod guiltily. "Now what do we say? Use our words, love" he teased, hand squeezing tighter on your throat.

"Yes Master, i'm sorry Master" you panted, feeling the hand leave your throat and stroke down your jaw- you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. "See, we do know how to behave, don't we?" He asked, his voice low as his thumb caressed over your bottom lip. You hummed in response. "Yes master, i'll be a good girl." The Master groaned lowly, slowly moving away from your body to face your front, marvelling at your figure with hungry eyes.

"So beautiful" he whispered, tilting your chin with his finger. His words made you visibly shiver, the Master grinning proudly as he moved closer, taking your jaw in his hand. "You love when Master compliments you, dont you?" He questioned, your eyes fixated on his lips. He followed your gaze and chuckled lowly, and moved his lips to meet your own, indulging you with a tender kiss that instantly sent you spiralling. There you were, stood in your underwear and a crown as you lost yourself in the masters hold, the running of the water the only sound beside the deafening thump of your heart.

"Let me" you whispered, fingers tucking into his belt loops when he broke for air. Your fingers moved to push his jacket off his shoulders, his chest rising and falling as the garment fell from his shoulder and hit the floor. Your hands danced over his soft stomach, undoing every button on his waistcoat eagerly, savering the touch as the masters breath hitched with a whisper "You're so good for me, so good." You eventually freed him from his waistcoat, shrugging it from his shoulders as you did the same to his shirt.

The Master stood there, breathless, your eyes rapidly engulfing the sight of his bare chest, lips smeared with bright red smudges. "You know what to do." The Masters voice was low and thick with lust, his hearts pounding at a rapid pace. You met his gaze and practically purred as your hands explored his warm chest, your lips placing kisses in a trail down each torso. Your lipstick left a trail of red in its wake, the sight making the Master groan and throw his head back, steadying his hands on your lowering shoulders.

"Yes" he hissed at the sensation, pride making your heart flutter. He was enjoying this as much as you were. You got down on your knees and undid the button on his trousers, hooded gaze meeting his ravenous eyes. Slowly, you bit down on the metal zipper, ensuring the time lord was watching, pulling it down its tracks with your teeth. The Master growled dangerously low as you teased him, pulling his trousers down to ankles, hands travelling over his thighs as you left kisses on the sensitive skin. You quickly pulled off his shoes and those damn purple socks, before removing his trousers from his ankles.

A hand crept into your hair. You gasped at the sensation of a gentle tug, the feeling of his fingertips on the nape of your neck making you whine.

"Master..." You moaned, hands clamoring at his hips. "Please...Master..." The Master stared down at you with blown pupils, lips parted in almost shock at the sight.

"You have no idea just how beautiful you look right now" he breathed, voice low and desperate. You blushed profusely as he guided you to stand, your hands brushing over the lipstick remenents on his skin. "You've really left your mark, havent you love?" He teased quietly, causing your ever present blush to deepen.

Before you could respond he pulled you in for a kiss, lips desperate on your own as a hand stroked up your spine, unclasping your bra. You pushed it off your shoulders and threw it in the pile with the rest of your clothes, pressing your now bare chest against his own. The constant rumble of two hearts beating a comforting drum beat, your lips attacking his own as his hand trailed down over your ass, causing you to gasp. You sighed contently.

"I think the bath's ready" you murmered against his lips, hand stretching out to turn the tap. The Master pulled you back to his chest and grinned, kissing you once again.

"You should see yourself" you giggled, his lipstick smeared grin matching your own.

"I'm too busy looking at you" he replied, a low chuckle acompanying his compliment. You playfully smacked his chest and smiled, the Master kissing your forehead before guiding you to the water.

You grasped ahold of his wrists and met his gaze. The Master looked confused for a moment, pondering your next move, until his eyes followed where you were guiding his hands. His grin became wolfish as he ran his finger under the lace edge of your underwear, an innocent smile gracing your lips as you kept ahold of his hands.

"Help me, Master?" You asked, lips pursed as the Master let out a struggled growl. "Always." He slowly guided your underwear off your hips and down your legs, perching yourself on the edge of the tub as his hands caressed down your legs again.

His touch was electric, sending shockwaves through your body as he stripped you fully naked. The last thing left was the heavy crown on your head, and the Master stepped back to marvel at you, hand scratching at his beard as you blushed. "I'll be back in a moment love, make yourself comfortable."

You gave a little wave as he left, turning your body towards the water. You dipped your toes into the warm, bubble covered water and groaned at the sensation- the warmth against your aching bones settling you down immensely. You leant back into the water and sighed contently- all that was missing now was your timelord, God knows where he'd gone off to. It was far too quiet with him gone.

The TARDIS seemed to read your thoughts, the warm glow of the room being acompanied by the soft sounds of vinyl echoing through the room. "Thanks, dear" you mused, the ship returning with a greatful hum. The tardis had taken an instant liking to you the moment you'd stepped aboard- perhaps she'd already known how happy you'd make her pilot. She was privy to the history of everything, past and present after all.

The Master soon reappeared, and you had to double take at the sight. There he was, leaning on the doorframe with a plate of strawberries, two wine glasses, and a bottle of something dark you were half sure wasnt wine. He still wore the ornate crown atop his head, his ash covered form highlighted by the miriam of lipstick kisses across his body. You couldn't help but smile.

He was positively breathtaking.

"Wow" you whispered, the Master chuckling as he made his way to the bathtub. "You humans, always easy to impress."

He set the plate and the glasses on the side table, pouring out the red bottle and handing you the glass. You took a sip as the Master quickly stripped off his underwear, sliding into behind you and situating you on his lap.

You instantly nestled yourself against his chest, his arm wrapped around your middle. Your bodies melded together perfectly, as if you were purposely made to fit in his arms. "You just fit there so perfectly, dont you?" He charmed, making you blush again. You gently pecked his lips as you took another sip, raising your glass.

"Cheers" you smiled as the Master clinked his glass against your own. "Cheers indeed"

You sat together in a comfortable silence for what felt like hours as the vinyl played on, the Master pliantly feeding you strawberries as you nestled closer to his chest. You couldnt help but ask how you got so lucky- the most dangerous renegade in the universe, a time lord of all races, was treating you like a queen. He'd stolen you a crown.

You'd managed to pry yourself into every part of his hearts. A human, of all things, managed to tame the deadliest enemy of the doctor, the wildest beast of the universe. He was legend, his crimes dating back millenia, his reputation rolling out a blood soaked red carpet. And you had him in the palm of your hand.

"I never want to leave your arms" you sighed contently, breaking the silence. "Its my favorite place in the universe" The Master grinned, taking another sip from his glass. He pulled you tighter to his body and drew circles with his thumb on your hips. "You're so warm, you smell so damn good..." The Master laughed at that, causing you to giggle with him. Your gazes interlocked, the Masters gaze held a tenderness reserved for you and you alone. His pulse was a steady thump against your back, the four beats of the timelords hearts grounding you in the perfect moment. You needed to be there, you were destined to be in his arms.

"You've bewitched me, love" the Master took another strawberry from the plate, bringing it to your lips. They gently parted as you bit down on the sweet fruit, the timelord catching the running juice with his thumb. You gingerly licked the juice from his fingertips, placing kisses in your wake as he placed the leaves back on the plate.

"And I don't plan on letting you go easily, I never thought i'd find you to begin with." You leant closer to his chest, contently letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"But here you are, and you just fit so perfectly, as if you were made for me. Like Frankensteins monster and his beautiful bride." you smiled warmly, taking another sip of your glass and licking your lips.

"But the bride was horrified by the monster in the film, and in the book she was destroyed before she was even finished- because the universe decided the creature didnt understand love enough to deserve her." You supplied. The master hummed in response, tilting his head in thought. You turned to face him and reached for his cheek, thumb caressing over his warm skin, glass discarded on the side table.

"And you're no monster, Master. Not to me you're not."

The master smiled charmingly, eyes suddenly lit with something inherently devilish. You gasped lowly as you suddenly felt his fingertips snaking across your thigh, trailing slowly to the inside and tentatively stroking against your clit.

"Oh really, love?" He teased, teasing your entrance as your teeth bit hard on your bottom lip. "Because to me, Y/N, monsters and I have always had the same desire. Do you want to know what it is?"

You scrunched your face, head falling back as his fingers slowly began dancing around the outside of your hole. You bucked your hips in the water, sending waves splashing against the sides of the tub as the masters other hand teasingly stroked up your torso. He was taking it slow, easing his fingers over your entrance, teasing every part of you. Your breath was shaking in anticipation, the Masters chuckle as thunder on your skin as he delicately dragged his thumb over your nipples, grinning at the reaction that caused.

"What...what Master?" You choked out, voice strangled against the oncoming moan pulling from your throat. The Master laughed dangerously low in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe and grinning with absolute delight.

"The desire to make you scream." he growled, before plunging two of his fingers deep into your core.

You let out a desperate cry of pleasure, eyes squeezing shut tight as you bucked your hips once more. His fingers were deliberate, thrusting in and out at a steady speed as you writhed in the tempesting water. You could feel his hearts thumping against your back, head thrown back onto his shoulder, the Masters breath shallow and ragged as you chanted his name. His other hand was taking hold of your breasts, actively teasing your nipples with his thumb and rubbing up and down your torso. The combination of the sensations was driving you wild.

His gaze was heavy with hunger, devouring your form as your walls clenched around his thrusting fingers. Your moans were scattered and gutteral, crown still perched on your headhead as the timelord continued to thrust steadily, all the while teasing your clit with his thumb. Hands flung to clutch onto the sides of the bath, fingers grasping hold of the edge to ground yourself against his constant motion. The Masters name fell so easy from your lips, his mouth hot on your neck as he bit across the tender skin, leaving a fierce trail of bitemarks in his wake.

"Please, Master please" you groaned, arching your neck as the timelord hungrily knawed at your skin between his kisses. He began to spread his fingers inside of you, curling his digits and pumping steadily, sending another shockwave of desperate pleasure through your form. The bath water had begun to slosh over the sides, your own wetness spilling out into the bubbles as the Master began to growl against your skin. The sensations were deliciously overwhelming. His other hand spread itself under your chest, groping and grabbing in rhythm all the while you moaned in desperation.

The Master was chanting deep into the crook of your neck, teeth bared on soft flesh. It was all becoming too much, the tension building in your abdomen as your walls clenched tighter around his fingers. Your neck was red raw from his lips, nails digging into the edge of the tub, water still flying over the sides as you ground your hips against his touch. The timelord could tell you were reaching your climax, digits scissoring inside you and releasing another howling scream of delight from your lips.

"Such a good girl, holding on until I say so. 'Cause you want to cum, don't you?" His voice was rough and tone commanding, your heart pounding at the thrill.

A groan of agreement pulled itself from your throat, bottom lip bleeding from the pressure of your teeth. The Master snarled, quickening his pace and thrusting his fingers harder inside your hole. The heightened friction sent your hips bucking wildly. "Yes! Yes, Master yes" you cried out, throwing your head back further and pushing grasping onto his arm. His fingertips crept up your chest to your neck, grazing over your throat as you choked out a babbling flow of moans and screams. You were falling apart in his arms, lips parted in a desperate 'O' as he grasped hold of your neck.

"One more time love, say it out strong- do you want to cum?" He demanded, curling his fingers deeper inside you and steadying his rhythm as you writhed your hips up. You whined audibly, body trembling with anticipation as his grip squoze tight on your throat. A desperate gasp escaped you- your eyes squeezing tighter shut as you proclaimed out for all to hear.

"Yes! Master, please yes!"

The timelord leant up to your ear, breathing heavy against the side of your face. He placed a kiss to your temple and hummed against the drenched skin, your body shaking desperately.

"Cum for me." He ordered.

The release was almost instant.

You felt yourself fall over the edge, a tidalwave of bliss submerging you as you released onto the masters fingers, orgasm spilling out into the lapping water. Your whole body sank, arching hips crashing down into the waves as a gutteral cry of cathartic satisfaction ripped itself from your lungs. Legs shaking, chest rising and falling at rapid pace, your eyes fluttering open with a lazy huff. The Masters fingers still inside you, you buried your face in his neck, the hand clasped around your throat relenquishing its grasp.

You took a while to gather yourself, thighs rubbing together as the timelord tenderly retracted his fingers from your hole. You were completely and utterly spent, laying weak in the Masters arms, lips parted, the Masters hands guiding you down as a gentle touch caressed over your hip. There was merely silence, the distant echo of the ever playing vinyl melting into the white noise of the steadying water, the Masters hearts racing in his chest.

His gaze fell on your fluttering lashes, a tender hand reaching to hold the side of your cheek as he chuckled almost proudly. "I must confess love, that was quite the scream."

You nodded weakly, a small smile playing on your lips. If you werent exhausted before, you were positively sleep deprived now.

"You did so well for Master, you're such a good girl." His words were much needed comfort, the adrenaline still coarsing through your system. You nuzzled yourself deeper into his hold, struggling to keep your eyes open as the threat of sleep ever loomed. The Master could tell, a smug grin on his features as he brushed a stray hair behind your ear. "Look at you, Y/N. Now what did I say earlier? I knew you were tired."

You couldnt bring yourself to deny it, humming against his neck and allowing your limp body to submit to his hold. The master tilted his head and scrunched his nose adoringly, a gentle kiss finding its way to your forehead, the crown still firmly perched atop your head making him smile tenderly.

"Come along, Sleeping Beauty, up you get. Time to renounce your throne for the night."

The world faded in and out of view from your heavy lashes, your body numb to the outside world as you let the Master guide you out of the tub and carry you to the bedroom, drying you off gently limb by limb. Soon your dried off body collided with the warmth of your bedsheets, the crown that sat atop your head tentatively placed upon the bedside table, loving fingers sifting through your hair as you buried your face deep into the pillow.

"Master?.." You called into the darkness, words slurred and voice croaking. Warm arms curled around your waist, pulling your back to the comfort of a bare chest, fingers drawing circles over your bruised hips as you settled into their comforting hold.

"I'm here, love." The master pressed his face into your shoulder, peppering slow kisses over the delicate flesh. You let out a gentle sigh, sinking deeper into the bed.

"G'night...love you Master..."

The master hummed comfortingly in reply, his embrace allowing you to slip into the calling slumber with ease. He smiled into your skin as he felt you fall asleep in his arms, the timelord drawing mindless symbols as he pondered in thought. Once he was sure you were truly asleep, he allowed himself to shut his eyes. He didnt need sleep, not tonight anyway, but the passing comfort of shutting his eyes was too good to resist.

"Love you too, your highness." He promised into the dark, the words echoing through his mind as they dissipated into the walls of your bedroom.

The Master smiled knowingly. He knew one day he'd be able to say it back to your face, to say it to you when you were awake to hear it. But, as your gentle breathing fluttered out into the night, he decided the comfort of the midnight dark would suffice. For now, at least.

You'll hear it one day, he told himself, a smirk playing on his lips. But as you curled yourself tighter into his embrace he was sure, in some way, that you already knew.

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[its-ya-boi-autumn]

sjdbfisdb your writing is so good!!!! i loooovveeeee the feitan ones so much ahg. im content starved. i dont know if youve already done this since i just found ur acc, but could you do one with with machi in it? maybe fluff? idk...

I've actually never done Machi! I love her so muchhhhh I'm an attention whore for her 😂😂 I didn't know if you wanted male or female, so I did this platonically and tried to avoid anything suggestive of gender (most of the time I try to do that anyway but still)

"Right on time!" you greeted Machi happily, smiling gently at her. She didn't return it. Must of been in a bad mood. Your own mood changed slightly, eyebrows furrowing and squinting at her.

"What happened? You good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just ran into some trouble on the way here. " Her arms were crossed over her chest defensively though she finally let a small smile tug at her lips. You sighed in relief. At least you wouldn't have to deal with the bad attitude all day.

You wouldn't necessarily call it a date, mostly because Machi and yourself had been friends for a few months, but you'd offered to take her out to the small cafe just downtown of your apartment. To your surprise, she obliged.

"So, other than that 'trouble' you ran into, how's your day been so far?" you tried to make light conversation. Machi didn't seem to be very talkative in general, though she let her arms fall down to her sides.

"Eh, it's been okay I guess. It happened the second I woke up. Some guy just started banging on my door and yelling."

"How long was he there for?"

"Dunno, don't care. Must of been all morning." she looked away from you and instead to her side, watching for something. Her alertness didn't go unnoticed, though you said nothing. You wanted to avoid making her uncomfortable or seeming invasive at any cost. She told you what she wanted to, and that was all. You didn't want to ruin your relationship when it just started. Though, your own anxiety was beginning to swell in your chest. Who was she looking for?

"So, have you ever been to this place before?" you attempted to start a new topic in order to muffle the apprehension wrapping itself tightly around you. You even started searching for an unknown source of your worry, darting your eyes every where for a threat you didn't even know was there. Machi seemed to take notice.

"Don't worry, nothing is here right now." she started, "And, as long as you're with me, you're safe. Also, no, I haven't been here before." she chuckled at your reaction. You let your guard fall down and continued to walk with her. You had seen Machi fight before so you knew you were probably safe. Still though, you couldn't help but be wary of the world around you. Your hands fumbled over each other nervously.

One of Machi's hands covered both of yours, lowering them slowly. You met her gaze. She was... Gentle?

"Hey seriously, don't worry about it. Everything's gonna be fine~" she reassured you softly, never taking her eyes off you. The world around you seemed lighter now, better than it was a few moments ago.

The two of you simply kept walking together, bodies in sync with one another while you spoke. Machi didn't seem the domestic type, but right now she was rather calm and perceptive. Not only of her surroundings but also of your conversation. She was genuinely listening and giving effort to hold up with you. This in and of itself made you glow on the inside.

Eventually, the two of you managed to make your way to the small café on the corner. You would have passed it up entirely had Machi not pointed it out to you.

“Alright, I hope this was worth leaving home for...” Machi spoke more to herself than to you, and you knew she didn’t mean it offensively. However, the words still reached you in a negative tone. You didn’t let it bother you too much as you knew she’d like it a little bit at the very least.

There wasn’t much to the area. It was rather bland looking and unassuming for someone who was new to the café. Machi didn’t seem to mind though, even letting her guard down more. Obviously, despite the cream color of the walls and typical swirly cursive writing on the white boards, this place struck her as somewhere comfortable. Safe. Safe from whatever had been bothering her earlier that morning. A part of you wanted to ask her about it, to see if possibly you could help with whatever it was. The other part of you said that it was none of your business though and that it would just be better not to ask. You were sure that whatever it was, Machi could handle her own.

“So, what do you think?” you asking while stepping in front of her view, eyeing the photos on the wall of coffee brews and of food they served here. Machi said nothing, still taking it all in. You didn’t push her, at least not until the waiter arrived with two menus in hand.

“Two?” She held up two fingers. You nodded, tugging on Machi’s sleeve to ensure she wouldn’t be in the way of the next customers to enter. You snapped her out of her trance, letting go of her immediately so she wouldn’t feel alarmed. She followed willingly after you and seated herself across from you in the chair closest to the wall. The waiter set your menus down on the glossy wood and pulled out a pen and paper pad.

“Can I get you started off with some drinks?” her voice was pitched in a friendly manner, fake and rather transparent. Machi took a quick glance behind the waiter even though her menu was right in front of her.

“I’ll just have some green tea for now.” she started, her hands playing with the edge of the menu.

“Just an iced mocha for me, thank you.” you smiled at the waiter as she wrote down your drinks.

“Alright, I’ll come back out when they’re ready.” she said, placing her paper pad back into her apron pocket and walking off. For a few moments, neither you nor Machi spoke. Both of you stared at your menus, searching for something to eat. You hadn’t really found anything to eat yet since you had been feeling picky lately when the waiter came up and handed out the glasses with your drinks in them. Machi closed her menu and set it to the side, her hands folding on the table and her back completely straight. Was something off? Did she sense someone nearby that shouldn’t be. She seemed to be relaxed but on the off hand she was awfully aware of her surroundings. Not that it was a bad thing entirely, it just made you nervous. It made you feel like maybe you should be more aware as well.

Machi plainly told the waiter what she wanted and then turned her attention to you. Blushing you stuttered out something you thought you might want, even though it didn’t sound entirely appetizing. You were more focused on Machi’s mood changes than on your order. The waiter said something you didn’t quite hear and then walked off again.

“Are you okay?” her voice broke through to you. You flinched at the sound. Her brow cocked up in judgement.

“Yeah... just anxious, that’s all.”

“I already told you, as long as you’re with me, you-”

“I know! But your mood keeps changing, like you sense something somewhere and it’s making me jittery...” you blurted a little louder than you wanted to, drawing the eyes of some people close by. Machi took notice of this but made no move to meet any of them. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry... I just wanna know what happened and you keep making it seem like whoever was bothering you is still close by.”

“He is.” her voice was completely flat. You shrunk in your seat, head and eyes down to avoid her own. The monotone change made you think you had upset her, making you feel insecure of your next moves.

“I’m sorry...” you mumbled it, you didn’t even know if she heard. Machi sighed, pulling her chair closer to the table and taking a quick glance around the café.

“Look,” she started, “he’s not an enemy, he’s an ally. He’s just been causing some trouble lately and he’s been following me around. He won’t hurt you or me, so we’re okay. I don’t know about anyone else though.” she explained. Her voice remained soft, an attempt to reassure you of your situation while still being honest. A part of you thought it worked as your hands and legs stopped fidgeting about the table. Everything was going to be okay. Whoever this ‘ally’ of Machi’s was couldn’t of been that bad if he hadn’t already shown himself. You tried to calm down some more, just to not create a scene for anyone else. Straightening your back, you leaned forward on the table like she did.

“Okay, can I get a name?” 

“No, that puts both of us in danger.”

“D-danger?” you uttered, feeling yourself shrink again. Machi’s eyes widened. She must of said something she shouldn’t have. Maybe she meant to word that sentence differently and just hadn’t thought about it. Either way, it made you start to worry even more.

“Hey, y/n, we’re okay. I’m right here. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you and I don’t think he’d even try to.” she tried again, trying to make sure you wouldn’t cause a scene. You tried to comply and calm down.

By the time you had actually managed to sit still, your food had arrived in front of you. Machi was already digging in before the waiter could set her plate down.

“You must have been hungry!” you joked, taking a bite of your own food, changing the attitude if the atmosphere once again. Machi didn’t laugh back, just hummed a yes in response, too busy chewing to actually speak. You giggled to yourself, hoping that whatever she was talking about earlier was just talk and that there wasn’t actually anyone there to bother the two of you. And if there was someone here, you hoped they’d just leave you be. You were having a good time with Machi, and you enjoyed her company. You didn’t want this to be ruined by some random stranger. 

[safebubblebycyg]

a no voldemort au- draco meets the potters + the mauraders:

"what if they all hate me?" draco asked wearily, fiddling with harry's scarf as they approached his parents house. they had decided to take a port key from kings cross to a couple blocks from his house in hopes that the walk would calm draco down. the blonde had decided against going to the manner for christmas, seeing as his mother was the only one there who was worth seeing and she agreed that he should finally meet his boyfriend's family.

"dray, they wont hate you. they see you as family already and they havent even met you yet! plus, im sure the cookies you baked for all of them will persuade any fiber of their being that doesnt like you" harry assured the shorter boy, pressing a soft kiss to his temple as he approached his house. he knocked softly on the door and stood back. they waited for a moment before a familiar head of golden hair came into view.

"harry!" peter pettigrew shouted, welcoming the boy in his arms. the man was short and had a soft belly, but seemed extremely friendly. he had messy golden hair that waved in some places. the sweater he had on was obviously homemade and reminded draco of the ones he and harry had from the weasley's. the man let harry go from his grip and looked at draco, scanning him. his expression faltered for a moment upon seeing his slytherin scarf, but quickly faded back into a grin. "you must be draco! we've been told wonderful things about you! come in, come in!"

the potters home was very warm and inviting compared to malfoy manner. there was a fire in the fireplace and the couch was soft and worn in compared to the hard leather that was in his home. draco glanced around the room and smiled small. he already liked the potters much more than he thought he would.

"wormy," harry spoke as he gently placed his hand on the small of his boyfriend's back, "we're going to go put our trunks in my room, tell everyone we'll be down in a moment" peter nodded at the boys words and heading into the kitchen. harry turned to his love and smiled.

"you have a very nice home, harry," draco spoke in the soft voice that harry fell in love with. draco was a gentle and soft person, he loved that about him. the boy was dressed in pastels as often as he could and always left behind his uniform shoes for those of a pastel colour.

"im glad you like it, you'll be here for two weeks. im also glad that me constantly mentioning how amazing you are in conversations with my family worked. they love you already!" harry beamed before taking dracos hand. "now, c'mon we do have to take our trunks up," and the boys headed up the stairs.

"your bedroom is much more inviting than mine." draco spoke when harry pushed the door open. harry had his room covered in gryffindor banners and quidditch posters. the room itself was a warm gray colour that let all of the bright gryffindor red and gold stand out. harrys bed had plain black and white sheets and a stuffed teddy bear sitting against his pillows. it was perfect.

"that's because your house looks like dementors decorated it, dray," harry laughed, laying his trunk down at the foot of his bed. he took dracos and repeated the action. "now let's get out of this winter gear, yeah?" he hummed, looking at the blonde boy who simply nodded.

"does- does your family mind what i wear?" draco asked timidly. he had opened his trunk and remembered that he had most packed skirts, white jeans, and pastel sweaters. harry wrapped his arms around his precious baby and kissed his neck, nipping at the skin.

"of course not, just dont dress like you've been in azkaban for twelve years and you'll be fine," he muttered, now focused on the soft red mark he was making on draco's neck. the blonde shivered as harry slid his hands under his sweater and started to suck at his neck.

"harry," draco sighed out as he pushed him away, "i dont want to show up to dinner tonight with a hickey please" the raven haired laughed and threw his hands up in surrender. before going back to his open trunk.

"wear the pink skirt with that one sweater you like wearing so much" harry commented as he pulled out his weasley sweater. "and make sure to add on the pink flower crown, it makes you look extra precious" draco blushed at his boyfriend's words as he tugged off his thick green sweater.

"they really wont care that im in a skirt?" he asked as he pulled out the pink skirt from his trunk. harry shook his head lightly, cuffing his blue jeans.

"they seriously won't, love" draco blushed and nodded before changing into the outfit harry suggested. minus the flower crown. he felt that was a bit much for just meeting his family.

"did you pack my white fuzzy socks?" draco asked as he turned to harry. he shook his head yes and tossed them to the blonde. draco sat on the floor to pull them onto his feet and hummed as harry began to brush the gel out of his hair.

"i still dont see why you got a sweater that says something in french. what does it mean?" harry asked, setting the brush aside and pulling a pink flower crown from dracos bag. "and dont think i wouldnt notice you not wearing this" he placed it on top of dracos soft curls and pulled him off the ground.

"it means what it means," draco smiled, looking down at the writing "baise moi" on his sweater. he looked up at harry and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "let's go see your family"

first up was sirius and remus. harry had claimed that they would be easy going. remus was. sirius wasnt.

"dray, this is remus and sirius. hush- yes, professor lupin is also my uncle- moony, padfoot, this is draco" harry introduced. draco held out a shaky hand and smiled at the two men, only recieving one warm smile back. remus had gladly shaken his hand, grinning brightly at him. sirius, on the other hand, had a stone cold look in his eyes as he scanned draco up and down. draco let his hand fall and glanced at harry. remus cleared his throat.

"why dont you go say hello to your parents, harry?" he suggested, watching draco tensely stand under padfoots glare. harry nodded, wrapping his arm protectively around his boyfriend's waist and guiding him to the kitchen.

"there's my boy!" james potter yelled as harry walked into the kitchen. he grinned brightly at his son before turning to the blonde. "you must be mister malfoy, i have to say you have your father's hair, but from what harry has said, you have your mother's heart." he softly smiled at draco and draco gave a gentle grin back.

"how have you two been?" lily asked, gently giving her son's shoulder a squeeze before continuing to work in the kitchen.

"we've been brilliant," harry smiled, running his hand gently against dracos side in an effort to calm him down; he was trembling softly against the raven haired boy.

"that's lovely to hear. draco, harry said you're an excellent baker?" james asked as lily continued around the kitchen. draco shyly nodded.

"i enjoy it yes, but im not sure if excellent is the word i would use, mr. potter. though, i did bake you all cookies as a thank you for letting me into your home.." his voice was soft and shakey, fragile almost, as he spoke. lily turned towards him.

"love, you didnt have to do that! you're always welcome here" her green eyes gleamed as she smiled at the boy who leaned softly into harry. draco muttered a soft 'thank you' and looked down with a blush.

"I HEARD COOKIES" wormtail squealed as he rushed into the kitchen, moony and padfoot not far behind.

"yeah, dray baked some for all of you. honey cranberry for peter, sugar cookies for mom, oatmeal raisin for remus, chocolate chip for dad, and peanut butter for sirius. that was the mysterious owl that you all got a month ago from 'hermione'. draco figured she would be the only person you would believe to write in cursive" harry spoke proudly of his boyfriend, his fingers still running up and down the anxious boy's side.

"yeah, hes a keeper, thank you malf- draco" sirius spoke for the first time since harry had arrived. surprisingly to draco.

"oh- um- of course.." he trailed off, his blush only increasing as he buried his face in harry's neck and wrapped his arms around his waist. harry chuckled softly, kissing the top of the small boys head. he was going to be just fine.

...

"thank you for preparing dinner, mrs. potter," draco spoke softly as he looked up from his plate. the family had just sat for dinner and draco had never seen a meal quite so homely.

"you're quite welcome, draco. and please, its lily" the red head smiled as they all began to eat. draco ate quietly, listening to the conversations at the table. lily, remus, and harry had began talking about his studies and how he wanted to teach at hogwarts one day. james, peter, and sirius began a playful argument on what quidditch team was better.

draco fiddled with his sweater as he nervously listened in on the second conversation. they had become louder and louder and draco was not a fan of loud, heated discussions. he gently closed his eyes before he felt a hand grab his and bring it to sit on top of the table. harry had quickly intertwined their fingers and pressed a kiss to draco's knuckles as he continued with his conversation. draco smiled small and let himself relax at harrys sweet gesture. he always knew how to calm him down.

"i like your outfit," peter commented, smiling at the pastel crown on dracos head. "pink roses are a beautiful flower. the potters grow a wide variety in their back garden actually! if youd like, we can sneak off and go see them?" his voice was gentle and quiet, letting no one else but draco hear him. the blonde smiled and squeezed harry's hand, pressing a kiss to his neck and letting go. harry simply turned and gave him a soft smile and peck on the cheek before returning to his conversation. draco brushed off his skirt before looking at wormtail who smirked and pushed his chair back.

"i gotta go grab something from my trunk, ill be back!" he spoke through his lie clearly and walked off. draco leaned his head on harry's shoulder.

"im gonna go to the bathroom, ill be back" he murmured in his ear before standing and following peter.

the golden haired man had waited for draco at the back door and smiled once he had arrived. he pushed open the door and walked into a beautiful garden filled with flowers.

"oh merlin.." draco whispered with a smile. they had so many flowers that it made the greenhouses at hogwarts look minuscule.

"do you know how to make flower crowns by hand?" peter asked, running his hand over some tulips. draco beamed and nodded. it was one of his favourite things to do. peter grinned. "care to make a couple?"

...

it had been ten minutes later when harry realized that his baby was missing still. he paused completely in his conversation.

"you alright, harry?" remus questioned upon seeing the look on his face.

"draco has been gone an awfully long time," he muttered, standing up. "im gonna go look for-" he was cut off by loud laughing from outside "-him." he finished, walking to his back door and pushing it open, his family following. harry almost melted when he saw his boy. draco was surrounded in flower crowns and was currently making one out of lavender. peter was stacking flower crowns on top of his head and couldnt seem to get past three. everytime the crowns fell off, draco would gently pick them up to make sure they hadnt gotten damaged before setting them back down and continuing to craft another one.

"cookies and flower crowns, huh?" sirius called out, his comment clearly aimed at draco. the two boys heads snapped up. draco blushed and glanced down at the, fifteen maybe, flower crowns that he had made. harry walked over and picked up one made of white tulips.

"merlin, you're absolutely precious" he mumbled, crouching down. draco blushed harder at his boyfriends words and glanced at him. "and you were so worried about them hating you" harry leaned in towards draco, his lips ghosting over the smaller. he pulled away and smirked. "let's bring all these inside, yeah?" harry stood and grabbed a handful of flower crowns and walked back inside. the rest of his family followed and peter picked up some flower crowns as draco carried the rest. harry potter was a tease. and draco malfoy was madly in love with him.

...

the two boys laid in harry's bed, curled up against each other, basking in each others warmth.

"now that wasnt so bad, was it dragon?" harry said teasingly. his fingers softly intertwined into dracos curls, running through them.

"yeah, i guess not" the blonde mumbled sleepily, pressing a kiss to harrys shoulder. "thank you for having such a wonderful family" he said, dozing off shortly after.

"thank you for becoming part of it, future mister potter" harry grinned, pressing a kiss to dracos soft hair before falling asleep with a soft grin.

they were happy. and that was all that mattered.

[ladyboltontoyou]

Arthur Morgan x Reader: Ol’ Fashion Fingers

Ask: ahhh okay so the kinda gross idea! i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is on her period and arthur takes care of her, and i mean...we both know he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty and also...a bit of blood won’t gross him out right? so maybe...he takes care of her and later...works his magic fingers to makes her feel better? i know it’s probably very gross but my cramps are so extremely bad this month i’m dying i just need some arthur i LOVE your writing btw!

Warning: Fingering, period blood

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: I am so sorry I took so long on this. Whoever sent in the ask, hope you enjoy! (Lmfao at the ‘say no more’ part at the end) Also, they didn’t have tampons or pads back then I don’t think so I used rags, since that’s what I remember women had to use before our ‘luxury’ items. 

“Kill me, put a bullet in my skull, please, it would be a mercy.” Your cramps this month were killing you. They hadn’t been this bad in years, not since you first started having them when you were very young.

“That bad?” Arthur asked as he chewed on a some of the candy Hosea had bought for you.

“You have no idea.” You sighed, watching him clean his gun. The two of you were sitting in a room at one of the Taverns in Valentine, you had rented out a room and bought special service to help ease the pain. Every thirty minutes a maid would bring you a fresh cold rag, a hot blanket, and some water. Karen had done it the last time she got her period and said it was one of the best things she’d ever spent money on. 

Arthur set his gun down on the dresser and made his way over to you, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside your feet. “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do for you?”

You hummed and looked up, pretending to be deep in thought. “I don’t know… kiss me?” 

Arthur broke into a smile and leaned across you, giving you a quick kiss. “How was that?”

“I still hurt. Kiss me again.”

He kissed you again, longer this time and with more movement. When he pulled back he raised a brow, questioning silently.

“I think it’s working, but I can’t tell. Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” You forced yourself into a sitting position, now face to face with the man. 

Arthur let out a sigh, not one of annoyance but rather amusement, and brought you in for another kiss. This time you caught him off guard and slipped your tongue in his mouth, bringing up a hand to run your fingers through his hair. His hat fell onto the ground but neither of you noticed. 

The kiss didn’t end as quickly as the others did. Even when he pulled the sheets off of your body your lips remained connected. Even when his hands slid up your legs and gave your thighs a squeeze. You only broke the kiss so you could take your pants off. They were your go-to that time of the month pair, they had holes in the knees and were black so if you had any sort of accident no one would be able to tell. 

You had changed your rag not too long ago so it wasn’t that bloody, thankfully. Even though Arthur had mentioned many times before that he had seen blood almost every day of his life, it wasn’t anything new or gross to him. Still, sometimes you felt a bit embarrassed. 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” You reminded Arthur as he planted kisses along your neck while his hands squeezed your bare hips.

“Quit that. Lay down and relax, alright?” 

You nodded and laid back down flat on your back after you removed your button up shirt. Arthur hadn’t bothered removing any of his clothing since what he planned on doing didn’t involve him at all. Maybe afterward if what he had in mind didn’t hurt, but he couldn’t imagine anything bigger than a finger inside you would do anything other than cause more unnecessary pain.

He started with massaging your clit, working you up enough so you were shaking. Your little whimpers and moans were almost too much for him but he kept himself together and focused on you and you only. 

After a while of doing that he lightly trailed his fingers down your folds, teasing your entrance with feather-like touches. He kept his eyes on your face and searched for the slightest sign of discomfort, but he only found pleasure. You had your mouth slightly open, letting out quick puffs of air, and your eyes closed. 

“Don’t hesitate to stop me, you hear?” As if. After all the time you’d known Arthur, he still surprised you every day by how sweet he could be. You’d never find another man living as considerate, honest, and utterly selfless as Arthur Morgan.

“M’kay.” 

He looked at you for a few more seconds before he was satisfied that you were totally okay with everything. He then pushed one finger inside you, slow and only partial. Almost immediately he looked up to make sure you didn’t look like you were in any pain. You seemed fine, eyes still closed with your bottom lip between your teeth from anticipation.

You wished he would get on with it, you weren’t made of glass. But you knew he was just being careful, and plus, it wasn’t like you didn’t like when he teased you a little. In your experience, an orgasm always felt better after you had to work for it. 

When he was finally knuckle deep he tested out a gentle curl, knocking a moan out of you. “You alright girl?” He asked, his voice raw and husky, and stilled his movements. 

“Keep going.” 

He obliged and continued curling his fingers, making you forget about the pain going on inside you. You’d never actually fingered yourself whilst on your period, it would be too hard to hide the blood on your fingers if anyone walked in on you. You had settled for outside stimulation which usually eased your pain for a while, but this was a whole different feeling. It was as if you weren’t even on your period at all. No cramps, your spine didn’t ache and your legs weren’t sore to the touch. You didn’t even have a headache anymore.

It didn’t take you long to come. The feeling of his long thick fingers inside you coupled with the erotic image of him sitting fully clothes between your spread legs was too much to handle. Even if you wanted to prolong the whole thing you couldn’t, your orgasm came too sudden and fast for you to do anything about it. All you could do was let out a couple of swear words with his name thrown in a few times and came around his fingers.

Arthur was blown away, as he was every time he had the ‘privilege’, as he called it, to watch you come. “Jesus, woman.” Was all he could say.

You sat up with shaky arms, catching your breath as you ran your fingers through your hair. “That almost works better than morphine.” You joked and grabbed your shirt, slipping your arms through the sleeves but not bothering to button it back up.

“Speakin’a morphine, you should have some soon,” Arthur said as he watched you grab a new rag from the bedside table, wiping the cum and blood from your thighs before you handed it to the man beside you. “Unless the maid rode off with my money.”

“Oh, Arthur. You didn’t have to do that.” 

“Don’t ‘oh Arthur’ me.” He said as he wiped his fingers off, throwing the rag on the floor with the other one. “It was either that or cocaine, and you don’t need that right now. Last time you had some of that we couldn’t get you to sit down for ten minutes, you remember that?”

Shaking your head you laughed, getting one more rag to put in the pants you’d just slipped back on. “Yeah, I do.” You had chewed on far too many pieces of cocaine gum with the intention to get some work done around camp, but you ended up finishing all the chores within thirty minutes. So for the rest of the day, you were doing tasks that didn’t need to be done, such as over-hunting and fishing. The camp had to cook triple what they normally did every night so the food wouldn’t spoil. 

“I will admit, once you’re done with this whole bleeding thing it wouldn’t hurt to have you hunting again. You’re ‘bout the only one in camp besides me who can shoot anything without ruinin’ the meat.” 

You smiled at his compliment and laid back down, savoring the time you had left until the pain would kick back in. Hopefully, the morphine would get to you before then. “Thank you, Arthur. I feel much better now. You’re so good at that, I might start paying you to make me feel better instead of these maids.”

Arthur smiled and scooted up so he could lay down beside you. “Yeah, well, seeing you like that is all the payment I could ask for.” He kissed your cheek and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Oh yeah? Well, I think I’ve got some more to pay you.” 

Arthur held up his hand. “Don’t say nothin’ else.”

[feel199x]

secret relationship!au, convience store!au

⍣  summary: seungmin is graduating and you reminisce on the growth of your relationship

⍣  a/n: this is a bit shorter,, im sorry,, i hope you like it :((  masterlist

⍣  warnings: none, maybe a bit of angst? super fluffy though!!

 There he was, all grown up. You two had only started dating recently, but Seungmin still wanted you to come out and support him. Okay, well he hadn’t said that exactly, but you had gotten used to his body language and deciphering him, so you were pretty sure this is what he wanted. Still, you checked in on him and made sure he was okay with you going and you had gotten an enthusiastic response. But regardless, here he was. You were beaming with pride, even if you weren’t the one that was graduating at the moment. You were unsure of what people usually gave others for their graduation, so ended up just buying him a large plush. There was a large amount of people here, and you assumed it was because Seungmin in particular was there. Maybe this should’ve made you a little wary- but that was your boyfriend! And it made you proud to see him successful in all that he worked on, and he had always been one to work hard.

You remember when you first met him, it was only about a year ago- before his debut. It was the whole convenience store thing. You hadn’t really been paying attention to him, to be completely honest, but you started to notice when he came more and more often. Admittedly, you were a little oblivious to people’s feelings to you, especially if it was romantic. You only had some casual small talk as he came in the late afternoon to pick up some snacks, and you had learned his name. You had a small crush on him, but you weren’t necessarily known for being popular with boys. Not because you weren’t attractive or anything, more because you were kind of dense when it came to the whole dating thing. It was only until he asked for your number a few months later, that you realized oh! He might have feelings for you! But even that conversation was less than graceful.

“Can I,” he paused, tapping his foot nervously and looking at the floor, “Could you give me your number?”

“Huh? Why? I can’t give you free food.”

“That’s not- um, you know, to talk.”

“Why? Oh. Oh!” You scrambled for your bag, fishing for your phone, “Sorry, here.”

He smiled at you, quickly tapping his contact name. “Cool, thanks, bye!”

“Wait-!”

You sighed as you watched him run out of the store with his bagged snacks, but smiled anyways. You sat back down, playing with your phone under the counter as you waited for your next customer. Seungmin was a surprisingly good texter, he carried most of the conversation and was did really well with keeping you engaged with him. You actually hadn’t known that he was an idol until he told you. It wasn’t because you thought it was uninteresting or anything, but instead you were taking much of the time to work and prepare for university. But Seungmin was really understanding, and never made fun of you even though you felt boring at times. But he never made you feel boring, actually, quite the contrary. Every time you talked he focused his attention to you, making sure that he was engaged in whatever story you were telling him. That didn’t mean he wasn’t a little brat though, and you found that out rather quickly.

Instead of teasing you for any other perfectly good reason, he opted instead to make fun of your less than exceptional mobile game plays. In his defense, you were really bad.

minnie: text me so i can kick you ass in pool

you: can we play LITERALLY anything else

minnie: absolutely not

minnie: i need to assert my dominance in this relationship

you: that’s what t-posing is for

you: and oh? what kind of relationship?

minnie: has sent you an image

minnie: a me-beating-you-at-pool-and-then-comforting-you relationship

minnie: wants to play pool!

you: can we skip to the part where you compliment me

minnie: no

 Seungmin wasn’t overly teasing though, he knew when to stop and if he ever crossed a line then he would always apologize endlessly and comfort you until you teased him back. The boy was a softie, as much as he would pretend to be otherwise. There was one particular time where you were sick and made the mistake of telling him. He had stopped by the convience store for snacks during the time you would usually be on shift, and then blew up your phone after realizing you weren’t there.

minnie: where are you

minnie: ohmygod are you dead

minnie: dont be dead

minnie: you’re not allowed

minnie: ___! WHERE ARE Y O U?

minnie: im worried :((

you: im not dead, just sick

minnie: send your location, i’ll be there faster than you can say “seungmin loves day6”

minnie: but don’t say it

minnie: what do you want? what should i get

you: nothing, minnie, its fine! dont you have practice

minnie: that’s later me problem

minnie: fine don’t tell me but now i have a three bags of snacks and soups because i like you

you: wait you like me??

minnie: yes??

you: sent an image

you: huh,,

minnie: you’re a really dummy huh

minnie: a real idiot

minnie: a big ol dumbass

you: you know i was going to say i like you too back i take it back

minnie: uh too late

minnie: OPEN THE DOOR

minnie: I CAN HEAR YOU LAUGHING

 Seungmin was dreamy in short, you really couldn’t ask for anything better. You really admired him, being as young as he was and doing everything that he’s done. He was incredibly talented, and just put passion in whatever he did. He had officially asked you out that day, and even ended up kissing.

“Ew, Seungmin, I’m sick.”

“Shut up, let me be romantic.”

“You’ve got cooties now.”

“If you don’t shut up I’ll never do it again.”

He texted you later that day about your first date, but mostly he had complained about the lecture he had gotten from Chan and Woojin. In that time, you learned that Seungmin got flustered easily with romantic gestures. It was endearing, and finally you had something to tease him for, even if you ignored how flustered you would get. You had to be a bit secretive about your relationship, and it killed you sometimes that you would only see Seungmin at your convenience store- and nearly never without the presence of a camera, but it was better than nothing. He texted whenever he could, mostly to beat you at pool, but it was good. He was doing his best, you were doing your best. You knew that once the dating ban was lifted you could finally breathe and be a lot more open about the relationship, but until then nothing. The camera shutters alerted you that the group of now graduates were moving off stage and as the crowd moved forward you went back to the entrance. You shot him a quick text about leaving to go to the meeting place, which was really just the employee’s break room at the convenience store.

Technically, you didn’t really have to go to the graduation in person, but you knew that Seungmin would appreciate the fact that you had made the effort to be there. Besides, it wasn’t like you minded, any excuse to see him in person was a good excuse. You sat in the lounge, making sure there was no one there and texted Seungmin it was clear. You were a bit worried about someone seeing him, but thankfully, the convenience store was mostly vacant during this time. You opened the back door when you heard the gentle knocks.

“I missed you,” you murmured against him as you hugged him, “It’s been a while.”

“Yes, I know, I’m sorry,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and placing a kiss on your temple, “It’s not fair.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s not, but at least you’re pursuing your dreams! That’s the priority, Minnie.”

“You’re one of my priorities too, ___.”

“Well-”

“Shut up, I love singing but I also,” he paused, resting his head on top of yours, “I guess I love you too.”

“Oh, yeah?” you teased, looking up at him, “You guess?”

“Okay, not guess,” he huffed, “I love you. Are you going to say it back?”

You hummed, pulling him into a kiss, “I guess I love you too. Well, not guess, I love you. A lot, Minnie.”

[fabllama02]

I suddenly had the urge to write, when i finally stepped out of my house to go out. Of course, we did go out a few thousand times. But that was usually for a business matter, like school activities, visiting hometown. This had been a quite busy year lately. Exams are waiting around the corner and your not sure if you’re ready to accept your fate just yet. You want to try new things, writing was one of mine, i want to create a blog, especially to post whatever beautiful vomits i could make. It had been hard, but i did it because i want to and that kept me going.

We passed a few more buildings and saw a more smaller restaurant that were slowly improving itself. I didn’t feel much, just the soft chatter between my parents as i sat myself at the backseat. I’ve always preferred to sit at the back on the left side beside the window. I want to see the outside view of the world with my earphones on. I currently dont have those right now, seems they have mysteriously disappeared. Now, as i stare out the window with the soft chatter in the background, i’ve never felt more relaxed. Exams are no longer in mind as i stared at the cloudless sky, just like my thoughts; empty.

Soon, bigger roads were starting to show and more cars filled up the gap. Not as many and not as little, just right on a slow Saturday night. I recalled the shops that passes by in my line of sight and wondered why most of them were closed. In my opinion shops would have more customers if it would still be open at night. At this topic, i remembered the conversation i had with my father, long years past.

“Father?” Asked me, hints of childlishness lingers in the voice of an 11 year old.

“Yes, what is it?” His eyes focused on the front but the question was pointed to me.

With the childlish idea of a child who seemingly had never been tarnished, spoke, “Why does the shops always close at night?”

Father smiled with all the gentleness and sweetness of a parent, “Well, to get their rest of course! Shop owners needed their sleep to continue their work early tomorrow.”

I looked down and did a pout, just the small tucked bottom of the lip, “but, why?” I looked outside, seeing all the beauty that glows in the night starry sky. “It would look more pretty and bright..”

Father just smiled and let my mind wonder.

Looking back at it, my opinion would never change even as i grew up. More and more perspective i woud see and opened up my mind a little bit more as years passed by. But still, that small image of the bright shops with colourful lights that lit up the dark night would always linger.

In small ways, i would still be a child at heart.

Traffic lights passes by; green, orange and red. Finally, the faraway image of a tall building shows up and my head tilted up at the tall sight. Wow. Beautiful. I gapped like a fish. I can’t help it. Sure, i saw the sight plenty of times, but i just cant seem to just. Just. Its still beautiful and mesmerizing to see no matter.

This part is the bigger part of the city; the more busier and modern part. I just saw a residental area, filled with square shaped houses. Painted with black and white colour, tall glasses glinted back reflections of the interior. Wow. How many times do i have to say this. At the sight of these beautiful designs and architecture, i can’t help the small feeling that grows in me, proudness that i felt for my country grew. Despite its troubles in politics and such, the city itself would never stop improving.

I gapped in awe, lights would reflect off my glasses. My eyes probably looked too wide, like a kid that found the biggest toyshop, ever.

Still, as much as i loved and adore these parts, the small introverted part of me would prefer the much quiet areas. Like my home, theres not too much shops, not too much customers and not too much lights. Its more of an office area, which isnt that busy actually. I loved the bigger and modern yet the quiet and peaceful areas. I am a lover of both bigger and smaller parts. Both are needed in my parts of life. I don’t want to spend my life cooped up in a room yet i don’t want to spend too much of my energy being in a big city. I loved the lights that fills up the night sky yet i loved the originality of the moon’s beam and stars. Yes, both. Both is good.

Similar to this topic, matters of choosing a car to sit in would be similar. My eldest brother bought a new car; beautiful, sleek and white. Modern at its finest. I saw the three of my brothers entered the new car and i want in too, but i looked at the other car. Passengers are my parents and my fourth brother. I followed my walking instincts and surprisingly chose the latter. My fourth brother looked scandalised before saying, “If you choose to stay here, i will go to other car then!” Immediately sprinting out and running towards the white car with unimaginable speed; no doubt wanting to be there from the start. I guess his mind thought that giving me a seat there would be nice, a more of a gentleman thing to do.

I sighed as i relaxed againts the old leathers. No offense but sitting there with all of my brothers? No thanks. I mean, i love my brothers, but the thought of sitting with them and engaging myself in awkward conversations would be a pain. Its not that we hate each other, no we don’t. Its just that… Finally able to spend time with your family after a long trip of studying overseas for 10 years or having college or university needs to attend to, its just hard to find time with your family again. This year, this year is finally that year. My eldest brother had finished his studying and so did my third brother, currently settling themsleves with official jobs. The second one is in his last year and is making it his best. The fourth is still studying, far away from home i might add, but is on his holiday break. And lastly, me, finally out here with open mind and all the awareness of a teenager. I did spend time with them in the past but all of that are just blurry childhood memories that im abviously not living in anymore. I’ve grown, had gotten myself into more situations and had learned a lot of stuff. I am generally a shy girl, even mere so in public. Especially with my family, but lately, i’ve shown improvement myself. I tend to speak more, i made the effort to smile and joke more around their presence. I want to shove down those shy personality and show them what a real person i can be. I want to fill my brother’s holiday break with fun and jokes and happiness they could remember when they go back to their daily routines. Because sometimes, we would fight and they would went back to their routines right after a fight. And we realized that the distance between us grow more and more bigger if we leave it like that behind, until the next time we meet. I hate that. So, i stopped being so quiet and tried to be more open. All of them are different persons with different personas, i made the effort to understand them all. People probably didn’t know but im very empathatic, i know when they’re angry, annoyed or any kind of emotions. The slight shift of stiff shoulders down to the bright smiles that they would send. I recognize it all. Which is why small communications, small gifts and small interactions always meant bigger to me, more than anything you could ever think of. I always made the effort, but sometimes i could be tired too.

I watched more and more buildings and amazing structures pass. Before finally entering the right shop corner and the place here was amazing. The building’s structures would always amaze me. The place is bright with white pristine walls and clean roads with fancy new and old cars parking at the side. My father said something about “the place being very big yet quiet and had this serene and calm atmosphere”. He’s right tho. It is calm compared to the other similar places that i’ve been.

We got out and start our hunt, looking for the right restaurant to eat. We stood at the communal area of the shop corner, walking by with endless compliments about the place being “so pretty” and “so fancy” like “wow, look at that lake over there”. We’re not the only excited family to enter the place it seems. Childrens run by with their parents carrying a toddler of a 4 years old. Cousins, nephews and families alike would smile and laugh; looking at the other with their knowing smiles. The place feels so comforting and alive at night, im letting myself being bathed into these comforting presence of others with a soft inhale.

We walked past a few more restaurants and shops while chattering idly and laughing at silly jokes. Not minding a bit about other presence being in the same room. We have our own bubble.

We found a restaurant, an arabic cuisine. My mother’s favourites. The restaurant was near the lake. We could see it from where we stood by the restaurant’s entrance. Making a choice to sit outside or inside, we chose outside. Father said “we could feel the outside a bit more if we do!” The walkway at thelakeside however, had these beautiful small lighting-up cars (or is that bycicle?) that drive themselves around the lake. A car even turned Ed Sheeran - Shape Of You on. I immediately fell in love. Humming myself to the song, i sat down at the very end of the long table. (I discovered the song from a meme, thats why i love it)

We placed our orders and waited for the foods to arrive. Conversations broke out and i find myself tapping on the screen to write more and more of this situation. We waited longer and i realized that my ekdest brither is missing, turnign to my mom i asked, “where’s bro?” And she nods shrugs and looked around. After awhile, i noticed that he must’ve been taking pictures with his phone. Damn photography instincts. I made a mental note to ask for his photos later. What. He took beautiful pictures.

Orders are starting to arrive at our table and they began to eat. Only mine had yet to arrive. (Along with my eldest brother, but i didnt notice that yet.) I whispered, “i think i have been forgotten by the waiter.” to my mother as i stole her meat. She laughs at that and slides the plate a little more to my side. “You can steal my grilled meat later when it arrives.” She laughs even more. I dipped the meat into the chili sauce and moans at the spicyness. I mentioned that i liked eating more spicy foods now.

I sipped at my Banana and Milk and recieved a crepe with stuffings on the inside from my father. I accepted it and ate it. At first it was fine, until i bite the green chili. That sunavabiscuit- i sipped the banana milk like my life depended on it. My family stared, amused at the sight of the banana milk being consumed out of sheer will. “You should really save that for later when you meal arrives.” I look scandalised at the comment before pushing the drink away. It took not even a second before the burn in my tongue starts to rekindle back to life and the slurping begins. My family is forever amused and i am not. I looked at my father with this image of a betrayed young lady, and mumbles, “i am betrayed…” He laughs, eyes twinkling in laughter, and asked softly “Why? Is it too spicy?” I squint harder, “Green chilies are my enemies.” He looked shocked before looking back at the stuffing, “huh, you’re right there are green chillies in here.” Though the eyes never stopped twinkling. I have never doubted a sentence so hard in my life. Liking more spicy foods now, tch, yeah right.

More comments and jokes being passed around the table, the plates are starting to look empty of food. The waiter finally arrived with two plates. One for me and the other for my eldest brother. What a coincidence that we both ordered grilled meats. Only he ordered beef and mine was chicken. My hunger and impatient shows through the way i gobbled up the food in my mouth, set of utensils being ignored. The only excuse being, “I don’t need these.”

Amused glances now and then, what is this, the Amusement Park? My mother stole a piece of the meat and i looked at her with betrayal, “You stole it.” She laughs and said, “You stole my meat earlier, you know.” I looked at her through my squinting eyes, “From what i recall, i asked at least more nicer than you did and you let me.” She laughs even more at that.

Our meals finished and i ended up sharing it with my father, i don’t really eat the Roti. I searched for a bowl of soup left on the table and found one, only a quarter left. I poured it over the dry meat and ate it. Much better. My father saw this and looked around the table before reaching for a bowl of more soup. He poured it at my chicken and i’ve never been more in love. We continued eating, him commenting about how the chili sauce tasting really weird. I agreed saying that “It tasted more like it came out of a bottle from a convenience store.” My mother looked confused, reaching in for a taste and i shielded the the sauce, “Don’t mom, its really really weird, you do NOT want to taste it.” She just reaches in for the garlics and ate it.

The meals finally finished and i got up to wash my hand. At the entrance of the door it says ‘pull’ when i was about to push. Daring me to do otherwise. I groaned out a, “Fine, i will pull.” and walked in. “Even if the push woulda been the same…” I grumbled.

I walked out to the table and sat down. I immediately saw people holding comes of ice cream and i got up. “Mom, are those free ice creams? Can i get them?” My mother shrugs and lets me buy it if i want to. I went around the table and instead of the ice cream stand, i walked to my eldest brother instead. “Bro,” he hums a “What do you want human?” I looked at the ice cream stand seriously, “Are thos eice creams free?” He laughed when he looked up, “Sis, nothign in thsi world is free, its a fact.” Nonetheless i still looked at the ice cream stand in determination. “Im gonna check it out.” I started walking and he said to stop and i did. “You want to buy them?” I nodded. “If its not free..” He took out his wallet and handed me some money, “Go buy it with this.” I took it and turned back to the ice cream stand, mumbling again, “if its not free..”

I eneded up ordering the biggest one.

Walked back to the table and shoves the ice cream at my third brother’s face and says smugly with so much pride, “Don’t be jealous.” He looked at the ice cream, mouth agape. “Woah, dude. Share some with me man.” I extend it to him but he refused, “Nah, nevermind, im too full.” I shrugges and continued licking as my mother and my brother continues to take pictures as they comment about the ice cream.

Later on, when we walked back to our cars. My excitement immediately replaces itself with sorrow and sadness. This is it. I walked a bit more slower. Its over. I looked down on the ground. The nights over and we’ll be back to our daily routines. I sighed and watched my family chats idly with each other. Smiles broke out and laughters were heard. I smiled softly at the image. I liked watching moments liek this from afar. I don’t care if im not in the picture, just watching them is enough for me. I sighed.

I just… I wished this night would stay a bit longer. Its a normal night out, really. But, seriously, to me. Its more than that.

I just… Really want this moment to stay.

I looked up and remembers that moments dont always last forever, the world would always move on.

So i took the moments and cherish them in my heart. As small as it may seem to others. I looked at the cheery smiles on their faces. It means a whole lot to me.

I thought, “Hey, maybe the lost earphone wasn’t so bad after all…”

(I know, its long. But who cares. shrugs i sure dont.)