#pls enjoy this fic i had a ridiculously good time writing

[valdomarx]

Lights, Camera, Action

a royjamie porn star au. enemies to lovers, 5k, explicit.

“Roy.” Jamie gives him a tiny, disdainful nod, then turns to one of the producers and says, much too loudly, “D'you think he can keep up this time?” Roy’s fingers itch with the urge to put the prick in his place. “I’ll fucking show you if you want, you noxious little shithead,” he starts, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows and ready to swing a fist if necessary. “Boys! Boys, please.” The producer darts between them, her hands held up to ward them both off. “You’re going to need to cool it if we’re going to make this movie a success.” Roy lowers his fists but doesn’t let his glare drop. Jamie shots him a filthy look and pushes his stupid fucking hair out of his face. “Let’s save the tension for the fucking, yeah?” the producer says, forcibly upbeat. That's what you get when you're a once great but now aging porn actor and your costar is Jamie fucking Tartt, god's gift to wankers everywhere.

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[stllite]

dream of mine •°ˎˊ˗

chishiya shuntaro x fem!reader

word count 1.5k

summary chishiya wanting you to do his makeup after seeing how pretty you do yours.

warnings mentions of smoking 🍃, a bit suggestive at some points, a bit of ooc chishiya, flufffff

authors note idk how i feel about this but i needed to write a lil fic of me doing chishiya’s eyeliner because who wouldn’t???? (also he looks so beautiful in this gif sjsjjsjs i’m down bad) lastly, pls pls pls send requests !! i’m going through a writers block rn but really want to write more chishiya fics and even other characters 🫶🏼

most days, you were exhausted after playing one of the games. practically fighting for your life and sometimes coming back to the beach with bruises or injuries was tiring.

however, this particular game wasn’t as tiring as the others. mainly because chishiya was by your side as he was every other game. this one just happened to be one of his fortes which made beating it like a breeze.

after the game, you decided to stay up rather than go straight to bed like you usually do and smoke a bit of the weed kuina gave you — one of the amazing wonders of being here at the beach. now you were feeling relaxed and most importantly good.

you wouldn’t take chishiya as someone who smokes weed per se but he surprisingly took the joint right out of your hand when you had offered.

so now, he was sitting against the head board of your bed while you were doing your makeup in the mirror right across from it, giving him a perfect sight of you.

you were so focused on what you were doing — your hand moving smoothly to create a beautiful sharp line across your eye, filling it in making your eyes seem more captivating than they already were. you moved your head side-to-side, checking if they were even. when you realized they were, you giggled to yourself. partly being the weed making you giddy but also because you were a pro at eyeliner and were always proud of yourself when creating yet another perfect cat eye.

chishiya noticed all this and kept his eyes on you throughout your whole makeup process. he didn’t know what exactly you were doing and didn’t think you needed any of it but he enjoyed watching you.

“i admire the way you do that,” he finally spoke.

you looked at him through the mirror, furrowing your brows. “do what?”


“your makeup,” he gave you a small smirk before continuing. “you do it so smoothly like it’s almost natural to you. and it always ends up looking great.”

you turned to face him, your cheeks now pink and smiled at him.

and then you got an idea. you weren’t sure how he was going to react but you proceeded to ask anyway.

“do you want some?”

he raised his eyebrows at this making you regret asking in the first place. you turned back around and finished applying a bit of lipgloss.

“sure.”

you paused, turning back at him once again. wide-eyed, you wanted to be sure. “really?”

he smirked at you and nodded simply — his way of letting you know that he wanted you to do it.

you instantly grabbed your small makeup bag and practically jumped on the bed, sitting across from him.

“okay, what would you like?”

“what you have,” he replied.

“eyeliner?”

he simply nodded.

“blush too?”

he snickered. “i said whatever you had, didn’t i?”

“no need for the attitude.”

“just do my makeup please.”

you giggled, pulling out your eyeliner and moved a bit closer to chishiya. he stared at you whilst you tried to find a good position to be in without screwing up his liner.

however, you were struggling. you opened the eyeliner to get ready to draw them on his eyes then pulled away multiple times because every position was uncomfortable.

then, you broke into a fit of laughter, thinking about how ridiculous you must’ve looked.

“oh, you’re gone gone.” chishiya said blankly, looking at you as you were trying to catch your breath. he chuckled a bit.

“shut up. no i’m not, i’m fine,” you replied between laughs.

he rolled his eyes. “just do my makeup, dumbass.”

“okay, okay. i’m sorry.”

trying to be serious, you took a deep breath and leaned closer to him, attempting again to do his liner yet the position was still uncomfortable. you huffed frustratingly.

“do you want me to lay down maybe?”

you stopped your movements and leaned back, mouth opened slightly attempting to form a reply.

that’ll mean you have to be…on top of him.

“only if you’re comfortable, of course,” he reassured after seeing your reaction to his words.

you let out a breath. “yeah, i am. are you?”

he nodded and gave you a small smile.

then suddenly, you pushed him down on the bed gently and got on top of him.

“woah, okay,” he chuckled.

you then opened your eyeliner once again and got ready to finally draw them on his eyes. “this is much more comfortable.”

“told you. i’m always right.”

“shut up.”

you moved closer to his face, now drawing the lines on his eyes. you didn’t realize this because of how focused you were, but you were really close to his face. so close, he could feel your soft breaths.

he stared up at you with hooded eyes, paying attention to your every move. he noticed the slight bite of your lip — something you always did when you were really focused on something. he noticed the way your hair fell in front of your face, perfectly framing it and how you would get annoyed and push it back behind your ears. the way the blush on your face made you illuminate more against the room light — not like you needed it.

he also noticed how the hand you weren’t using to do his makeup, rested gently on his chest. how you were so gentle with your movements, he almost couldn’t feel you even applying the liner. this was such an intimate moment for you two. he was enjoying every second of it.

he tilted his head to the side and blinked, not realizing that you were still doing his liner.

“would you stop moving!” you called out, gripping his face with the hand that was originally on his chest. “gonna have to tie you up.”

“that sounds kinky.”

“god, i’m going to fight you.”

“that too.”

you abruptly stopped your movements, leaning back from him and squinted your eyes. 


“sorry, sorry.”

you playfully rolled your eyes and continued the liner on his other eye, still holding his face gently.

after a few moments, you finished his liner and then proceeded to give him a bit of blush — like he had asked. once you were done, you held his face with both of your hands and moved his face side-to-side, detecting if you needed to fix anything. when you were satisfied, you smiled brightly, giggling to yourself a bit. “you look pretty! wanna see?”

he snickered while you went in your makeup bag to grab your mirror. still, your bodies were close to one another as you were still on top of him. the way you smiled brightly at him and the way you handled him so gently throughout this whole process drove him crazy. he just wanted to grab your face and kiss you.

so he did.

you were still looking for your small mirror in your makeup bag, furrowing your brows wondering where you may have put it.

chishiya looked at you with an intent gaze, pupils widening. he moved his hand to cup the side of your face, moving your head to turn towards him, pulling your face closer. “sorry i must’ve left it at-“

he interrupted you by placing his lips on yours. shocked at first, it took you a moment to kiss back. but once you did, you melted into him, placing both your hands on his chest as he placed his other hand that wasn’t cupping your face on your hip, pulling you closer to him.

he tasted the sweetness of your lipgloss and he couldn’t get enough of it. he couldn’t get enough of you. kissing you felt like so right, even in a place like the borderlands. it made him forget about everything except you in that moment.

he didn’t want to, but he pulled away to catch his breath, seeing your lipgloss now smeared across your face.

it did something to him.

“wanted some lipgloss too,” he smiled.

you laughed. “you’re an idiot.”

“yeah, but you liked it. didn’t you?”

“i did.”

you leaned in again to kiss him once more and moved one of your hands from his chest to his face, him now placing both his hands on your hips. you both smiled into the kiss, laughing slightly. but that was soon interrupted by the door being opened suddenly.

“hey guys i’ve been looking- woah! what the fuck?”

you and chishiya jumped off of each other and sat up straight, staring at a very shocked kuina. she smiled wide and began jumping up and down.

“kuina, please. don’t start,” chishiya warned.

“okay one, it reeks of weed in here and two, about motherfucking time!”

chishiya huffed and collapsed on the bed.

“i like your makeup by the way!”

chishiya flicked her off.

you chuckled, looking at kuina with a smirk. she winked back at you then proceeded to walk out the door. “don’t have too much fun tonight.”

you giggled, turning back to chishiya who was staring up at the ceiling. you joined him, still giggling to yourself.

you turned to look at him. “want to go on the roof and smoke some more?”

“i don’t think you need anymore.” he turned and met your gaze. smirking, he replied. “but yes.”

you smiled wide. “by the way, your makeup really does look good.”

“i know. cause you did it.”

[quietlyimplode]

Black Widow Fest - Day One

the letter be

ao3 link (pls note that the fic starts below and finishes on ao3 - i know how annoying it is to start on one platform only to have it finish on another)

Natasha and Clint are split up and communicate through letters. Fluff, missions and a little bit of saving.

Word count: 2956

Warnings: warnings for domestic violence

..

It starts with a cat.  

At least that’s what Natasha thinks. 

Clint would say it started with the mission to Antwerp, but really, Natasha thinks that it’s starts with the cat in the window. 

With Clint’s leg broken, he was so bored, she’d suggested letters; emails were easily tracked and she supposed; so could mail, but the postal service still seemed to have more protections than an email Al carrier. 

Clint had agreed and the time for a letter to get from Antwerp to New York wasn’t as long as she thought. 

It was different to a mission report. Something that that actually had to put thought into, but actually something that over the six weeks, she came to enjoy.  

Even the search in the stationary shop, for letter writing stationary and envelopes. 

She can’t remember if she’d ever sent a letter.  

Not when it hadn’t been coded, and so when she sat down to write the first one, she stared at the paper and then got up and left it there.  

She came back with a glass of water and an iced coffee  

Staring again, she hears the cat at the back window and stands again. 

Natasha looks into the darkness and whispers to the cat to come in, clinking a spoon against the saucer of milk and waiting.  

This, she thinks, this is where she started. 

. 

Clint, 

Don’t laugh. There’s a cat here. I’ve named him Liho, for obvious reasons. Remember? He sits with me at night. In fact, if you find fur attached to this letter it’s likely his. Did you know that Antwerp has a stray cat problem? I’m sure there’s more out there, but he’s been the bravest and I think, well, he might be coming back with me. 

All is boring here, there’s not much to report on just yet. I’m sure more going on than there though. 

How is the leg?  

Are you doing the exercises Richard gave you? Follow them, please, otherwise they’ll be on my back to get you to do them.  

The house here is quiet, no neighbours; like most of our houses. It makes the nights long.  

The previous owners must have been just as bored because there’s some 1000 piece puzzles - I’ve started one. I’m enjoying it. It’s of London buses - a whole scene of the square. I’ll probably have it finished in a day or two. 

Perdy and Pongo - the contrived meetings have been nice and easy. Another one tomorrow, all going well. 

It’s nearing one in the morning.  

I’ll send this off. 

Miss you terribly.  

. 

Nat. 

Liho the cat sounds like a keeper. I’ve looked into it, and your apartment has a no animal policy, but the good news is mine doesn’t.  

Draw a picture of the cat? I’ve added what I think he looks like below, but you might have better luck in the drawing department.  

Glad that all seems to be going well Pongo and Perdy, has anything changed?  

The leg. 

I’m doing the exercises. Honest. 

It’s just shit.  

I’m bored, and your not here to keep me company.  

We really gotta train others in Russian because you being the only one speaking it fluently, seems actually ridiculous. It’s like, why am I the only one to speak Persian Arabic? It pigeonholes us and sets us up for really specific… holidays. Anyway. Food for thought. 

Puzzles sounds like a good way to pass the time.  

Coulson has taught me crochet. He said it’s a good way to keep my mind busy, and do maths. 

I can crochet a straight line. I’m aiming for a blanket.  

Anyway.  

Here’s my picture of a cat. 

🐈‍⬛. 

Miss you terribly. 

. 

Continued on ao3...

[babytarttdoodoo]

This isn't a fic request (though I am looking forward to a lot you've got on your pending list!!) but you write Roy x Jamie so nicely as an established couple. Would love to know your thoughts on how they get together and how that relationship works?

Oh, gosh, well, thank you for asking! This all may well make it into a longer fic one day but in the meantime have my disjointed ramblings.

Firstly, I do think it would be a decent amount of time after canon before they got around to it. Like, a year at least.

Roy is taking steps to work on himself (namely, he has to deal with his temper and communication before they would ever be able to work) and needs space to work through that. Jamie is also experiencing probably the most stable period of his life he's ever had and deserves time to enjoy it.

If we think that Colin and Michael's kiss didn't cause an absolute riot in-universe, I could see Jamie coming out as bi (even if only to take the heat off Colin) and dating a few men publicly. We love a sexy little king getting to safely explore his sexuality with a rabidly invested support network around him. This could also be what triggers Roy to start thinking about him in that way.

Might be controversial but I don't think either he or Roy would have a lot of experience being involved with other men from pre-canon. Between football culture and the potential risk to their careers, women were just an easier option. I do, however, believe Roy knows he's attracted to men (20 years in locker rooms pls), but is just repressed enough to have never seriously considered that his fixation on Jamie might be romantic or sexual in nature.

Realising he feels jealous is a genuine surprise. It's probably still a while before he does anything about it.

Honestly torn between ' a heat of the moment kiss followed by lots of Talking' or 'Roy invites Jamie to dinner and A Very Mature Conversation'. Either way, they definitely need to talk extensively before anything happens.

Roy is Jamie's manager. Yes, I know there are instances of it happening in the women's game and being fine. A relationship between two very famous male sports personalities would, unfortunately, be a whole different kettle of fish.

Therefore they agree to:

Go slow and feel out if this could even work before getting too deep.

Having a few confidantes in the know (Keeley, Georgie, Rebecca, maybe Beard) so they're not in a closed loop of secrecy with each other.

Keeping professional decisions out of it as much as possible.

That last one is contentious because so much of who they are individually and to each other is tied up in football. When they do, in fact, think they can have a serious relationship, it becomes apparent very quickly that they also have to tell the team. One, because it will keep them accountable; two, because the number of times they're nearly caught fooling around is genuinely ridiculous.

Roy smiles at Jamie a lot. It's a bone-chilling sight without context.

Jamie will move to another team eventually. It's what makes sense for his development and career path. I have more thoughts on that trajectory but for this I'll just say that, when he starts getting offers, he does consider that it might make keeping his work and personal lives separate a lot easier.

There are a lot of good times. They understand each other extremely well. They push each other towards self-improvement across the board. Jamie is wonderful with Phoebe. Roy and Simon develop a baked goods based bromance.

There are some tough times. Their careers takes them all over the country and beyond. Distance strains them. They both internalise a lot of negative feelings for fear of ruining what they do have.

(They each think the other deserves better. They are idiots.)

But talking to each other always gets them over the hurdles. Loving each other always brings them back together.

Once Jamie steps back from playing, falling back on modelling and charity work with underprivileged kids, they finally, quietly, go public.

The wedding is beautiful.

[lamaenthel]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you for tagging me @ahsokathegray !!<3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

25! 

2. What's your total A03 word count?

231k lmaoooo when did that happen I feel like I've been in a fugue state since February

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars (and technically, TECHNICALLY The Matrix but it's a Star Wars AU fusion lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Porg Eyes, Princess For A Year, Ram'ser'ika, Better Than Nothing, The Contingency

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes every single one omfg I love everyone

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, Soft Dark Nothing is Ahsoka and Rex on the moon right after The Tribunal crashed so by default it's gotta be her (rip Jesse my beloved)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Not Bad ends up with Snips n Skyguy going to Biscuit Baron lmao

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet but I live in fear every day especially since I'm dipping my toe in the Republic Commandos pond and I know the girlies are passionate

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do and it's ridiculously graphic HAHAHA no but there's a reason I haven't posted any Rexsoka smut. Makin y'all wait for it until they COMMIT, gotta keep that tension in there somewhere uwu. But wlw, mlw, mlm, aliens and cyborgs gonna work their way in there eventually (?) I have Not Out Loud, which is an mlm fic with Boba tying up Cal and facefucking him (Kesett nation rise)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Go Ask Ahsoka is the Matrix crossover that I wrote for AU August which I will eventually update lmfao

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but I would cry

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not like… technically but Erika is my beta and my bestie and she comes up with amazing ideas and lets me play with her OCs so honestly she counts (ilu)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Rexsoka 💙🧡, closely followed by Anidala (burning down the galaxy for a single person is objectively WRONG but also hot)

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Well Do Not Go Gentle is a huge fucking project that I HOPE I finish one day

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty good at action. I enjoy it which helps lmao

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I get really ahead of myself laying out hints and red herrings which I then forget about (Princess For A Year especially is the worst about this, I am so sorry for all of those hints about Sylen being a pretend Mandalorian I fucked up so bad with that one but I'm going to rewrite it eventually to bring back a bunch of my dropped subplots)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I enjoy it and do so regularly. Mando'a nuhur'shya ni ru'kar'tayli. And it makes my brain work in unexpected ways, it's like a puzzle trying to figure out the wacky ass baby's-first-conlang grammar that is Karen's creation (what the fuck kind of language doesn't have a passive voice)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

OKAY OKAY TECHNICALLY, TECHNICALLY????? It was the Lion King. I was in first grade and we had to write a little storybook and illustrate the pages they gave us with crayons and my story was How Simba Lost His Mane lmfaoooo

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I have poured my whole heart, soul, brain, and pussy into Tivaevae pls read it it's longer than The Hobbit

no pressure tags: @soliloquy-of-nemo, @tangledlichen, @ink-in-books, @hannah-schooler

[thesoulesscollection]

I wish you would write a fic where Henry calls Right pretty boy and Right has a sexual awakening XD

OR

I wish you would write a fic Right doing those push-up kisses with Ellie <3

Don’t feel pressured to do it pls and if you do write it thank you do much :)

Sorry for the late reply. So backlogged with requests which I procrastinated on that it's not even funny. But again I hope this was worth the wait and I tried to keep these two short but eh, you'll know me. Like always, no one should be hesitant to send in anything 

Here I decided to do both since I enjoy both ships equally. 

"Who's my pretty boy?" For the first time in his already colorful life, Right experienced what he'd never felt before. " I like what I see" 

An unexpected awakening bloomed in his chest, his heart thumping heavy as he sat at his desk, previously doing his assigned work. 

"Wha. What?" He says agasp, face near flush when halting in his prior actions. 

"Why are you acting so surprised?" Henry pipes up, voice naturally deep it sends a shiver down the redhead's spine. "Never heard someone compliment you before?"

Right dryly gulps then glares at the smug man whose easygoing confidence oozing out makes him sick to his stomach. The feeling confused him, he couldn't detect whether it's meant to be good or not. 

"What's your deal?" 

"My deal? I'm just trying to tell you how handsome you are?" Henry cocks his head, curiously leaning forward. 

"Those sweet words you speak… What does it mean?" He grits. "It should mean nothing. Less when it's coming from you" 

"But it does and that bothers you, doesn't it? Why, I can see you enjoy being called pretty?" 

"I do not. It's a ridiculous pet name. Out of everything you call me that" 

"It fits you. You are my pretty boy, after all. I can get lost in your beauty?" 

"Only my looks?" 

With a chuckle, Henry, relaxed, shrugging his shoulders, continues to irk Right, "I will admit that your strength and intelligence is a turn on too. You're an amazing person I'm lucky to be with"  

A turn on, Right clenches his teeth again, that's what he's undergoing himself when hearing those fateful words. 

"It's only us. Now do you like being called that or not?" Henry whispered in his ear.

"... I do. It's nice…" 

"Good boy" Then leaning in, Henry plants a kiss on Right's lips. 

***

"One"

Ellie giggles, squirming relentlessly on the floor where Right hovers from above her having done the first push-up. She was enjoying the sensation of his lips against hers and the saliva trail. 

"Two" He replies in her place, she is too breathless to speak after breaking their kiss. "Ellie… Don't you think this is a little over the top?" 

"No, not at all. You did mention to me you needed the motivation for exercising. So why not this?" Ellie jokingly reassures him, making kisses sounds with her reddening lips. 

"It is working" 

Then he descends on her, the hairs of his mustache tickling the woman underneath him, as she eases up. 

"Three" Replied Right, staying put, resting on his forearms, and nuzzling his face into hers, lips still stained wet. 

"You're ssso. Goofy" Ellie presses another smooch on his cheek, "Four" 

"That doesn't count" 

'O-oh, it doesn't matter. I'm feeling up for more anyways" And she was, her hands cupping at his rear, only laughing when he squeaks in surprise. 

"And you're shameless, Els" Right muffled a whimper, placing some of his weight on the woman for a second then rolling off to her side. "You've got a dirty mind" 

"You love me for it" 

Exhausted to the bone, Right exhaled deeply through his nose, arms resting across his chest, "I do" 

"Hun. Look at me" 

As he did, eyes fluttering open, Right then noticed the reversal with Ellie sitting on top of him, her hands on his chest to keep him from moving.

"Five" She purred, taking in the tantalizing pleasure, kissing him for a fraction longer than what either had done before, fingers tangling into his hair. She hadn't hesitated when she deepened it, clamping around him, not willing to let go until she was sure she had enough. Nor was he intending to break apart the heated kiss, lifting himself up from laying down to help. Then they went to separate, gasping a bit, her sat cozily on his lap and Right, peacefully content in having the wall behind for support. 

[misted-dream]

catch my drift was crazy good… it was such a great execution of rivals to lovers because like they know they’re each other’s competition but it doesn’t stop them from falling for each other, BUT THE COMPETITION IS STILL GHERE.. i feel like people either overdo the rivals part or don’t do enough of it but this was the perfect amount srsly 😭 i loved all the characters they felt so fitting and all played a part especially haechan i just love his character so much, he’s there to just help mcs win, he got a goal in mind and he will help yn achieve what a great bff, he is so laid back i loved it plss

MARK….. god idek how to get started on his character.. he was such a heartthrob. the way he just showed up out of nowhere and threatened mcs position. and him taking her to the beach and already knowing who she is AAAHHHH 🤕 i just love how while mc is busy coming up w ways to make sure he doesn’t overtake her position as the best w haechan, he is busy rooting for her and being smitten ARGHH it’s so cute like when their eyes met and he was close to her at the race of his while everyone was looking.. my heart pounded a bit.

THE LAST SCENE WAS SOOOOO CUTE like mark jumping out of his car because he is genuinely happy for her, it’s kinda crazy that mc was considering drugging him meanwhile he couldn’t care less about it losing omggg they’re so cute like i hope they made it official after this 😭🙏 i just loved this, i was looking for street racing aus cos i honestly love the concept of it and stumbled upon this one and was like.. give it to me please.. you ate this rlly badd!!! also catch my drift is such a witty and nice title, mark’s alias being drift FUCKKK you rlly did that i’m gagged a bit

there is so much more i wanna day but i’m writing this with barely any sleep in so pls excuse me if this doesn’t make sense i woke up and saw that i had this one in my to read drafts and just read it all in one go, my mind is barely here but i still was able to feel all the emotions, THANK YOU FOR TJIS MASTERPIECE, she genuinely needs 1k+ notes TOO UNDERRATED

ILY HAVE A NICE DAY 💗💗💘💘❤️❤️

hihihi!! okay so i just woke up and i got the notification and read this straight away.

first of all, thank u so so so much for reading!! and even more for taking the time to leave me an ask, i appreciate it a lot anon!!

second of all, AHSHDKSLF ! your praise and appreciation for catch my drift is so sweet and kind i’m literally gonna cry. i’m so glad u enjoyed it, i’m pretty sure it was my first long fic i’ve published on here so i was a bit nervous abt it but im so so so happy that u liked it!

i really liked the way mark’s character turned out as well! he’s such a cutie and a supportive one at that too. with the haechan side plot, i was trying to not be too ridiculous with it😭 but hopefully it didn’t come across as too outlandish

BUT AGAIN!! THANK YOU SO MUCH for such kind words, i can’t explain how much it means to me. i hope you have a wonderful day and got some sleep in! ilyilyily🩷🩷🩷

[kedsandtubesocks]

So im super stressed over my finals but reading you answering my ask made me giddy!!!

OMGS ANOTHER MYTHOLOGY GEEK WUUUTTTT

Im literally giggling rn!!!!!

Oh my gosh!!!thats so awesome seriously!!!!its rare to find people appreciate mythology!!!im so happy to find someone like me!!!!like,im always talking about mythology and my friends are like "holy shit how do you know all those?" And i have so many books about them!!!!

And your ideas are amazing!!!!omgs i cant wait!!!!! whatever you write I WILL READ WUTH MY SOUL!!!!

And about gojo,THIS MAN WONT EVER SHUT UP SPECIALLY IF HE FINDS SOMEONE HE LOVES!!!ITS JUST IMPOSSIBLE TO SHUT UP WHEN HE SPOTS HIS LOVE!!!

There are so many greek myths to explore with gojo!!!tbh,i dont usually read these kind of aus,or royal aus cause they kinda make me sad,but your fic gosh!!!!it didnt make me even slightly sad because i was giggling all the time!!!

Oh my the one part where gojo proposed??? I screenshot that part and sent it to my friend whining about whats the point if someone doesnt propose to me like that!!!

You're at fault for making my standards even higher

Ok ok im rambling but i seriously enjoy our talk about these stuff.

(imagine Calypso! Gojo waiting on that island for his love to come and get him :)))

I'll stop now!!!

(im picturing us in a cafe giggling over our favorite myths and having a cold drink gods its your fault!!!)

I hope you're doing well!!!with love,your number 1 fan

Ah hi sweet anon! I’m glad I could help ease the stress of finals cause oof do I not miss that lol but I bet ur gonna do amazing I’m rooting for you!!

Omg pls I completely understand and I’m glad i get to geek out with you about mythology cause I love it too!!

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I get that AU’s even mythology ones aren’t everyone’s cup of tea and when I first started writing hades!Gojo I remember being nervous bcs it’s a niche thing too (all my ideas are usually weird / way too specific au’s as you will soon find out lmaooo 🤡) but I’m so happy you were able to get excited and enjoy 💖

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And oooo calypso Gojo would be so interesting!! Look at you go anon I love it!!

I hope this giggling and warm energy keeps you going through finals! I’M ur biggest fan rooting for you and I’m wishing you a safe and wonderful rest of your day!! 🌸✨

[ilongfor-the-arts]

Can I pls request Kirk Hammett smut. Any kind

hey!! :)

I fucking love ur work on here and I saw ur request s we’re open. I was wondering if u could write more Kirk fics? preferably smut circa ‘83 lol

It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem! Reader

Warnings: language, smut, oral (m! Receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation

Summary: You never thought you’d fall for the one man who has had your back since day one.

Word Count: 6k

Request?: Yes! (I got two requests for more Kirk)

Taglist: @theweightofstardust

“You can’t fire me! I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“You’re just not good enough honey… if you wanna run with Metallica you gotta be ready to go the extra mile… and frankly, you didn’t do nearly enough to prove yourself useful.”

I rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of his statement.

“I haven’t done enough?!”

I pointed a finger at my chest.

“Not only have I taken pictures for you for way less than I’m worth… I’ve done almost any job you’ve asked me to do without complaining which, may I say, is very hard to do.”

Metallica's manager despised me with a vengeance. I would have been fired a long time ago if it hadn't been for my friendship with the bandmates. I enjoy my job and have worked hard to keep it, but it's difficult to do well in the workplace when their manager is staring daggers into my back the entire time, waiting for me to make one minor error.

He waved me away nonchalantly.

“Just get outta here peacefully before I call security, okay?”

He said, not even bothering to make eye contact with me.

I groaned, but turned and walked away calmly, knowing I'd be back soon after informing the boys that their manager had fired their closest companion.

The show had just ended, and thousands of people were rushing to the exit, practically climbing on top of one another to avoid the inevitable post-show traffic jam.

I sat patiently in the back of the crowd, not in a rush because I had no intentions of leaving anytime soon. I let everyone who appeared to be in a hurry pass me.

What I really wanted was for everyone to clear out of the stadium so I could have a one-on-one conversation with Metallica and request to be rehired. Without a doubt, I'd regain my job. The boys treated me as if I were one of them, and they wanted me to be a part of their team as much as I wanted to be a part of theirs.

After many minutes of being pushed and shoved around, I made my way to the stadium's back door, where I knew Metallica would be coming once they had finished packing up their belongings.

I sat patiently, the cool summer air providing the ideal setting to sit and enjoy the night.

Metallica could be heard for miles. When I heard them talking about how good they did and how they were going to blow the roof off the next show, I knew they were on their way to the back parking lot.

I quietly laughed to myself. They were out of control.

This was the moment I had been anticipating for the past half hour. When one of them asked what I was doing out here, I’d tell them I came to say goodbye because their manager had just fired me. They'd be resentful and would undoubtedly seek him out to give him a piece of their mind.

James slammed through the back door, nearly knocking it off its hinges.

“We're the best band in the whole goddamn world!”

They all agreed instantly, being loud and proud of themselves before Kirk noticed me sitting on the curb, staring at them intently.

“Hey Y/N… what’s goin’ on?”

He inquired, his goofy smile plastered on his ridiculously cute face.

The rest of the band joined in on the greetings.

I shrugged, brushing imaginary dust specks off my leather pants and pushing myself to a standing position.

“Nothing… just coming to say goodbye.”

I said it casually, as if there was a perfectly logical and obvious reason why I was biding my farewells.

One by one, puzzled expressions appeared on their faces. They cocked their brows or tilted their heads to the side to show their confusion.

“Huh?!”

James exclaimed.

“What do you mean goodbye?”

Kirk asked.

I scoffed.

“I mean… your boss just fired me and told me to leave. So… that’s what I’m doing.”

Their expressions shifted from bemusement to mild rage. Their brows furrowed and their teeth were clenched, the muscles in their jaws protruding from their cheeks.

“No way!”

“That’s not right!”

“Where is he?! We gotta talk to him!”

James charged towards the back door, his heavy boots thudding against the solid concrete. He had the look of a general leading his troops into battle, ready to fight for what they believed was right.

Kirk stepped away from the crowd for a moment to face me, his hands tenderly placed on my shoulders.

“We’ll get this figured out, okay?... you’ll be back working with us in no time.”

I smiled despite his worried expression.

“I know you guys will put in a good word for me…”

I ruffled his hair playfully, and he scrunched his face in mock disgust.

“I’ll see you later Y/N.”

“See ya later Mr. Hammett.”

He flawed me a smirk one last time before turning to follow his troops into battle, his hands deep inside the pockets of his worn leather jacket.

There had been rumors in magazines and newspapers about a possible romance between Metallica's guitarist and their devoted photographer.

We just laughed at their wild antics, not paying attention to their ridiculous assumptions.

I'd known Kirk Hammett since I started photographing bands. They were the first band to hire little old me, and I gratefully accepted.

Kirk was the main reason I was able to get a job. Despite the fact that I had never spoken to him, he managed to persuade everyone that I would be a good fit.

I’ll be honest, I have no idea how he did it.

Not even five minutes later, the band threw open the back door again. I swear I heard one of the screws pop out of the door and land on the concrete this time.

With a joyful smile on his face, James extended his hand to me in an overly formal manner.

“Welcome to Metallica Mrs. Y/N.”

I bowed my head, smiling, before taking his hand in mine, our arms flailing around clumsily as we exchanged handshakes.

“You won’t regret hiring me Mr. Hetfield… I can assure you I will be a valuable asset to the workplace.”

We spoke sarcastically, treating this ordeal as a joke because we both knew that with Metallica on my side, I'd be able to reclaim my job with ease.

“You want me to drive you home Y/N?”

Kirk asked, chiming into the conversation.

“Sure… let’s take a ride.”

I agreed before bidding my goodbyes to the band and following Kirk through the dark parking lot to his car.

It began to rain just as Kirk and I were getting settled inside his luxurious car, the plush leather seats hugging my body.

“Let’s hope the storm can hold off… I hate driving in the rain… you can’t see shit.”

“Yeah… I’d hate to have you driving home in the rain.”

Unfortunately, the rain did not hold off. It was pouring by the time we got halfway to my house. By the time Kirk pulled into my driveway, the road ahead of us was obscured by the haze of rain pelting down on the car.

It sounded like golf balls slamming into the car at 60 miles per hour. The force was intense, and I was afraid that a large water droplet would rip a hole in his front windshield.

“Well… this certainly isn’t good.”

I scoffed.

“Yeah no shit.”

“I should be okay… I’ll just take the back roads where no one drives.”

I violently shook my head from side to side.

“No way. The road’s invisible! You’ll crash!”

I extended my arm in front of him, demonstrating how little could be seen through the rainy haze.

“Well… what do you suggest I do?”

He inquired, swiveling his head to meet my concern.

I shrugged.

“You could stay here tonight… I just got a new couch.”

Kirk rolled his eyes.

“Don’t take this the wrong way… but I don’t want to sleep on your couch.”

I sighed and made an annoyed face at him.

“Well then I’ll take the couch and you can take the bed… I really don’t care but I don’t want you driving home when you can’t even see a foot in front of you.”

Kirk faced forward, biting his bottom lip and mulling over my request. The rain clapped against the metal like thunder, roaring loudly and drowning out our conversation to the point where we had to raise our voices to be heard.

“Kirk… you drive bad enough when you can see… Imagine how dysfunctional you’d be if you were blinded.”

Kirk paused before concluding that I was correct. He sighed and yanked the keys from the ignition.

“Fine… you win.”

Sarcastically, I batted my eyelashes.

“Thank you so very much.”

Kirk rolled his eyes, mockingly irritated.

“Sure… whatever makes you happy sweetheart.”

We stepped out of the vehicle and were soaked to the bone in seconds. Both of us bolted up my front lawn. When I was getting pelted by water droplets that stung when they hit my skin, the path from his car to my front door seemed to take an eternity.

I fumbled with my keys and nearly dropped them once we reached my front door.

“Y/N! Open the door already!”

Kirk yelled directly into my ear because I wouldn't be able to hear him over the rain if he was any farther away.

“I’m trying!”

I fumbled, the key striking every surface around the lock rather than going inside.

After what seemed like minutes of struggle, I was able to easily slide the key into the lock.

“Yes!”

I exclaimed in delight, throwing the door open with such force that it smacked against the wall with a loud thud.

I was expecting a warm night, so I set my thermostat to a low setting so when I walked through the door, it would be a breath of cool, fresh air.

Instead, every single droplet of water that touched my skin and clothes froze. As I lost feeling in my hands and feet, goosebumps appeared on my skin and my teeth began to chatter.

“Y/N, are you tryna kill me?”

Kirk's lips were a pale blue as he hugged himself to retain his body heat. His usual curly hair was soaked and stuck to his temples. The water droplets on his tanned skin glistened in the dim white light of my house.

His knees were trembling with cold as I dashed over to the thermostat to crank up the heat so neither of us would succumb to a severe case of hypothermia.

“Better?”

I inquired after the thermostat had been set to a reasonable temperature.

I faced Kirk, whose teeth were barred to prevent the irritating chattering of bone against bone.

“I’ll be better once it actually gets warm.”

Despite my house being only one level, it would take some time for the heat to dissipate through the air.

“Sorry… I was expecting it to be warmer.”

“Can I use your shower?”

“Sure… if you want an extra shirt I have some oversized ones that should fit you… take whatever you want.”

I didn't bother showing Kirk where anything was located. He'd been to my house several times and knew where everything was situated better than I did.

He nodded, the light washing over him and causing the dark areas of his face to glisten in the ambient lighting.

I sat on the couch, hanging off the edge so the cushions wouldn’t get wet. I twiddled my thumbs as I waited for him to finish with the shower. I stared at the wall, my eyes following every minor crack and imperfection.

If I wasn't drenched, I'd wrap a blanket around my shivering body.

I bobbed my head to the beat of one of Metallica's songs that had been stuck in my head for over a week, humming loudly.

I heard the shower turn on, and the water began to splash against the acrylic.

The sounds of roaring thunder and water smacking against the shower reverberated throughout my house and violently shook the walls.

If I had been alone, I would have been terrified of the deafening noises that threatened to rip my house apart piece by piece.

I reflected on how much I despised their manager. I reflected on the show. I recalled James's fantastic vocals and Kirk's incredible guitar work. Lars' drums came to mind as well.

Kirk was fantastic tonight; he really knew how to work a crowd, as well as a guitar.

Kirk Hammett.

I like his hairstyle. He has amazing curls.

I like the way he plays... He has good fingers for playing the guitar. They were long and agile.

Ah, I almost forgot he was taking a shower. I was distracted by the sounds of thunder and pelting rain to hear the water smacking against the acrylic shower.

He’s probably washing his hair now… I wonder if it’d smell like lavender from using my shampoo.

I know he likes his showers hot… The room is probably full of steam.

He’s got water traveling down his chest to his…

“Oh… Oh god…”

I cupped my hands around my face.

“I don’t like how my mind went there…”

I mumbled to my palms, not raising my voice above a whisper for fear that Kirk would somehow overhear me discussing how my filthy mind had thought something it should not have been thinking.

I was quite literally just thinking about my best friend’s dick. My best friend, who has always had my back since day one. My best friend, who has always stood by my side and believed in me even when I didn't believe in myself. My best friend, who has always been there for me in times of need.

But then I remembered something I'd heard years ago. Something along the lines of "when you meet your soulmate, you will feel completely at ease in their presence."

Maybe, just maybe, Kirk Hammett is the man I've been looking for my entire life.

No way, no how. I'm thinking ridiculously. I had an intrusive thought. A completely wrong, intrusive thought with no emotion behind it.

I didn't even notice the sounds of the shower stopping due to the pounding of rain on my roof and windows.

“Y/N… you okay?”

Fuck.

My gaze shifted from the darkness of my palms to Kirk, who stood on the threshold leading to my bedroom. He was standing at an angle, his shoulder pressed to the doorframe and his arms crossed over his chest.

Kirk was completely naked, with only a white towel wrapped around his waist keeping me from seeing everything. And it was difficult for me to concentrate on his eyes when the towel kept falling down his hips with every minor movement of his body.

“Yeah… I’m okay.”

My face was unmistakably beet red. I could feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks, and I could sense thin droplets of sweat on my upper lip.

“Just… tired.”

Despite the fact I was completely uncomfortable, I forced a smile. There were butterflies fluttering around my insides, as well as a feeling of unwelcome desire bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

The combination of all of the horrible lustful emotions made the entire situation extremely uncomfortable.

“Okay…”

Kirk didn't believe me when I said there was nothing wrong. He had an unsure expression on his face, one of his brows slightly cocked.

I'd seen him without a shirt before. But, oh my goodness, this was so different. He was standing in my living room, so close to me, in such an intimate setting where it was easy to feel the electricity humming through the air.

Kirk let out a deep sigh, the towel dripping lower to reveal his well-defined hip bones.

The universe was not assisting me in overcoming my newfound desires.

“Well… I’m done with the shower if you wanna use it.”

He pointed his finger over his shoulder, in the direction of the shower. The steam was drifting through the air and into the living room, giving the impression that Kirk was an angel emerging from a cloud of smoke.

He resembled a magazine cover model.

“Um…”

I was worried about what would happen if I was locked in a private room. I feared where my mind would go once I was alone.

“I think… I’ll just change clothes.”

“Are you sure?”

He asked, unsure.

“Yes… I’m sure.”

I stood, trying not to wobble and fall flat on my face.

Kirk moved out of the way to make room for me. I strolled past him with my head down and my eyes fixed on the ground, not meeting his gaze in fear I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to press my lips to his.

I caught a whiff of his scent as I moved past him. He had used my shampoo, and he smelled like lavender.

Fuck.

I gently closed the door behind me, making sure to hear the lock slide into place so the door didn't remain ajar, leaving me exposed to Kirk, who would be able to oversee me as I mulled over my thoughts.

“Oh shit…”

Kirk says, his voice muffled by the door placed between us.

“Hey Y/N! Could you pass me my clothes?! There on the floor in the bathroom!”

He raised his voice above his normal tone so I could hear what he was saying over both the rain and the slab of wood.

“Yes!”

I felt like a pervert guy who climbed into a random girls house to steal her underwear as I retrieved his soaking wet clothes from the bathroom.

Touching his boxers sure as hell did not help my dire situation.

Either the universe was sending me signs, or it truly wanted me to suffer.

“Here you go!”

I gently opened the door, holding his drenched clothing between two fingers. He snatched them from my grasp and draped them over his forearm like a waiter with a fine napkin.

“Thanks gorgeous… I would’ve got them myself but I didn’t know if you were naked or not.”

With a smirk and a wink, he said.

He was acting silly, as he often did when I was around.

But, oh my goodness, it did nothing to help the thousands of thoughts that were racing through my head at the time.

The light streaming in through the slightly ajar bedroom door caused his face to glisten and shine from the moisture that had seeped into his skin. He appeared revitalized, young and free, and undeniably beautiful.

His sly grin had evolved into his iconic endearing smile, which I had grown to adore over the years I had known him. It never failed to make my heart sing with joy.

Kirk was accustomed to witty retorts in response to his mock flirting, complete with a sarcastic bat of my eyelashes.

His joy was short-lived when he noticed I was staring into his eyes, my face blank.

“Y/N what’s going on?”

He was worried, and rightly so. His best friend was acting strangely, with no logical explanation.

I sighed.

“Kirk…”

I stepped through the threshold, closing the door behind me until the click of the lock was barely audible above the thunderous rain.

I leaned against the door, pressing my shoulder blades against it for support so my legs didn't buckle and cause me to collapse.

“Have you ever…”

For a brief moment, I made eye contact with him, but his gaze crushed me. So I shifted my eyes to the floor beneath me.

I must have appeared pitiful. But I didn't care how he perceived me as long as I said what I needed to say.

“I don’t know…”

This was far more difficult than I anticipated.

“Thought about… you and me?”

I was mumbling, and Kirk couldn't hear me over the din of the storm.

“Sorry… what did you say?”

He took a step forward, leaning into me in hopes of hearing me better. Unfortunately, this only added to my unease.

My breath caught in my throat as I caught a second whiff of his hair, and my stomach flipped upside down. Instead of fluttering peacefully without a care in the world, the butterflies were now pounding against the inside of my stomach.

I felt stomach acid stinging my esophagus.

I wanted to bend over and throw up just to feel relief from the unease.

“Y/N… hey, look at me please.”

He spoke softly, as if he were a grown man trying to comfort a scared puppy.

I didn't want to look him in the eyes. To avoid the problem at hand, I wanted to turn around and slam the door behind me, then lock it so no one could speak to me for the rest of the night.

Kirk cupped my cheek gently, bringing my face up so that my eyes met his against my will.

“Kirk… please don’t touch me.”

I spoke while my tongue was not connected to my brain.

It sounded wrong... terribly wrong. I didn't mean it to sound that way.

Kirk recoiled, allowing his hand to fall to his side in defeat as his expression shifted from concern to pain.

His brows, which had been furrowed with concern, now stood limp as his eyes fell with sadness. I'd hurt him, and the warm glimmer of light in his lovely irises had been crushed under my foot.

“Sorry…”

He spoke quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. If I couldn't read his lips due to our close proximity, I wouldn't be able to hear him over the raging storm outside.

“No, no… please don’t be sorry I didn’t mean to say… er- I didn’t mean to sound like that…”

At this point, I was rambling. I'd gone from a shy girl trying to ease into a sensual conversation to a rambling mess of a human.

I cut myself off before I dug a deeper hole for myself.

Okay, it was now or never. I’d already ruined the beginning of the conversation, so it was time to cut to the chase.

“Kirk…”

I took a deep breath, allowing my lungs to fill with the soothing oxygen I had been deprived of for the past few minutes.

I stood tall instead of slouching against a door, and I relaxed, doing my best to quell the nausea which was now simmering inside my stomach

Our chests were almost pressed flush together due to my now confident posture.

It was Kirk's turn to blush.

The energy in the room shifted from nervous to confident and anticipatory. There was something in the air, something sensual.

My only concern was that Kirk would reject my advances.

If we tried and things didn't work out, we'd have a serious talk about it and try our hardest to get past this inconvenience.

We’d dealt with worse things than a failed kiss.

You only live once, right?

“Can I kiss you?”

I placed my open palms on his bare chest, feeling his heartbeat rattling around his rib cage like a cheetah running in the wild. At least I knew I wasn't the only one who was nervous.

Kirk gulped.

Please say yes.

Please say yes.

“Okay-”

I pressed my lips to his as soon as I had his permission.

Everything was slow at first, and I was almost certain this would fail, leaving us with the awkward aftermath of a failed advance.

Kirk then moaned into my mouth, the vibrations rattling my teeth and throat.

That's when I realized he was just as invested in making this work as me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and slid my tongue between his teeth to intensify the kiss. He followed my lead, his arms encircling my waist.

Kirk sighed deeply into my mouth, pushing me back until my shoulder blades slammed into the door, rattling it inside its frame.

His lips felt like two clouds, soft and supple and easily meshing against mine. He was a fantastic kisser, even better than I could have imagined in my wildest fantasies. My mind was now walking through the gates and into the land of angels.

I had ascended to the heavens.

I'd never been happier in my entire life. Every decision I'd made in my life had led up to this point. This substantial moment would change my life forever, for better or for worse.

He was beginning to harden through the thin towel, his cock pressing firm against my stomach.

After exposing him to minutes of torture, getting him worried about what I wanted and debating whether or not he had done something wrong, I needed to repay him.

The towel was hanging on by a thread, the base of his cock practically exposed.

I trailed my soft fingertips down his chest, feeling goosebumps rise under my touch as I traced the plane of his slightly toned chest. The muscles in his abdomen flexed in anticipation when I reached the skin just above his cock.

“You don’t have to-”

I cut him off, pushing the towel to the floor and wrapping my hand around the base of his semi hard dick.

Kirk moaned loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure. His noises were music to my ears, adding to the wetness that was beginning to pool in my panties.

As my kneecaps made contact with the hardwood, a soft thud resounded throughout the silent room.

I was now eye level with his thick cock, beads of precum covering his swollen tip, my mouth watering with delight at the thought of tasting him.

Kirk gently threaded his large hand through my hair, simply for leverage rather than to exert force over me.

“Whenever you’re done gawking at my cock could you please suck it?”

There he was, the jovial and playful Kirk I'd grown accustomed to. He was staring down at me, his dark, thick hair almost completely covering his face. I rolled my eyes, staring at him through my lashes, but didn't bother responding.

Instead, I took his cock into my mouth, my hands wrapped around his thighs for leverage.

Kirk dropped his jaw, a choked moan erupting from his throat as he threw his head back, exposing his neck.

His hand tightened in my hair, pulling the strands from my scalp. The glorious pain travelled from my scalp to my lower stomach, igniting a fire within my abdomen.

“Fuck…”

He mumbled breathily.

I took him in my mouth, little by little until his tip was hitting the back of my throat.

“God… I’ve thought about this for a while.”

He lowered his head until his chin was pressed against his chest, his gaze burning into the top of my head.

He'd been thinking about it for a while?

That statement just made me even more antsy to have his cock buried inside of me.

The vein located on the underside of his cock began to bulge against my tongue as I continued to bob my head along his thick length.

His deep desire for me made my pussy ache for him, forcing me to rub my thighs together in hopes of gaining pleasurable friction.

It assisted in easing the pain temporarily, causing me to moan around his length.

Kirk whined as the vibrations added to his pleasure.

“Don’t stop… I wanna cum in your mouth…”

I sped up, my nose lightly brushing against his pubic bone every time I reached the base of his length.

Kirk sighed deeply.

“That feels so good… so fucking good…”

His cock began to twitch in my mouth, the bulging vein growing more desperate for release.

I moaned around him once more, helping Kirk release his cum into the back of my throat.

His chest heaved as he came, finally arriving at his much awaited orgasm

I swallowed his cum, releasing his cock from my mouth with a loud pop. Kirk’s thighs were trembling from post orgasmic haze.

I sat back on my heels, wiping any extra cum off my face with the back of my hand. It made me joyful to see just how much of an impact I could have on him.

Kirk untangled his fingers from my hair as he released his death grip on my scalp.

I rose to my feet, my knees trembling with excitement.

Kirk was in complete shambles. After our make out session, his lips were wet with saliva and plush. His upper lip and brow were covered in a thin layer of sweat. His bare chest swelled and fell with desire.

He smiled at me through heavy breaths, and I was quick to return his grin.

“That was really good…”

“Thank you…”

I approached him again, wrapping my arms around his shoulders gently.

I leaned into his ear and kissed the skin under his earlobe tenderly.

“Can I ride your cock Mr. Hammett?”

I mumbled, trying to put on the most sensual tone I could muster.

Kirk sighed, his cock already beginning to grow hard once more.

“Yes please…”

He murmured, practically begging.

I reached behind me, unlocked the door, and pushed it open, the hinges squeaking with excitement.

I drew him back until my knees collided with the bed frame, causing me to lose my balance and fall back onto the mattress with a soft thud.

Kirk placed his hands next to my head and settled in between my legs, his knee brushing against my aching core.

I groaned, rolling my hips forward against his knee to ignite the pleasurable friction I craved.

Kirk could sense my desire. He reached in between our bodies and hooked a finger in the waistband of my pants.

Fortunately, the fabric was dry enough to easily slide down my legs. Kirk shifted his body until his knees were on either side of my thighs, allowing him to yank my pants all the way down to my calves.

I helped him out by kicking my clothes off my legs and onto the carpeted floor until I was left in my panties and a t- shirt.

Kirk shifted once more until his knee was mere inches from my aching core, his hands placed next to my head for leverage.

He rubbed his bare knee against my clothed pussy, eliciting a low moan from the back of my throat.

I grasped onto his thick curls to assist me in grinding against him.

“Fuck…”

I mumbled against his supple lips.

I was so horribly wet and aching for him.

So I took command, hooking my leg behind his torso and flipping him onto his back.

Kirk looked up at me with soft eyes and a few curls on his brow. He gently rested his hands on my hips as I removed my loose t-shirt and tossed it to the ground, hurrying to have him inside of me.

“Fuck… I should’ve taken these off before I got on top of you.”

I was still wearing my panties, unfortunately.

“I gotcha honey…”

Kirk grasped each side of my panties, tugging sharply. My heart skipped a beat as a result of a loud snap that came from him ripping the fabric. Kirk tore the leg holes so I was able to remove them without dismounting his torso.

I scoffed.

“You always were a fan of dramatic flares.”

I said, tossing the ripped piece of fabric to the ground.

Kirk moved his hands behind my back, unhooking my bra in one swift motion and tossing it to the floor with the rest of my forgotten clothes.

I grasped his semi hard cock, giving it a few pumps before lining him up with my entrance and sinking down onto his girth.

We both threw our heads back in unison. Kirk's dull nails dug into the flesh of my hips, igniting a pleasurable yet painful sensation in my lower abdomen, making me even more desperate to feel every inch of him.

Kirk’s thick girth stretched my walls until I feared I would split in two. I sunk down until there was no more of his glorious cock to feel inside of me.

“Fuck Kirk… you’re so big.”

I felt deliciously full, like when you're stuffed from dinner but still want dessert.

I leaned over his chest, placing my open palms against his legs and raising my hips before sinking back down slowly.

At first, I took my time, testing the waters rather than diving in head first. When I heard Kirk moaning, whining, and begging for me to give him more of me, I decided it was time to go all in.

“Y/N… please go faster… your pussy feels so good…”

I rolled my hips back and forth, his grasp becoming tighter on my hips with every rock of my pelvis.

I could feel Kirk's heartbeat racing through my palms. Every heave of his chest as he indulged himself in the lustful situation was palpable to me.

“God Y/N, you’re making me crazy.”

Through heavy sighs and moans, he struggled to speak.

His words went straight to my core, adding to the aching and burning desire I felt for him. The need to make both of us cum was now even more prevalent than before.

I wanted to cum more times than I could count on top of his thick cock. The way he stretched me, the way he filled me up until I swore I couldn’t take anymore drove me to the brink of insanity.

It was all good… so good… maybe even too good to be true.

But it was true, it was so true.

My thigh cramped unexpectedly, a sharp jolt of pain shooting up my leg, and not the pleasurable kind.

“Kirk… can you fuck me?”

“I’d love to… I wanna make you cum so hard you’ll be aching for me the next time you think about my cock inside your pretty little pussy.”

Kirk effortlessly flipped us both over. It was an easy transition that didn’t allow any of the passion to fizzle out and die.

He began to pound into me, his hips snapping forward and burying himself balls deep inside of me with every thrust.

I closed my eyes, savoring the incredible sensation of him taking control.

“Kirk!”

I exclaimed, tangling my fingers in his thick curls.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, the new angle allowing the tip of his cock to brush against my g spot with every harsh thrust.

I arched my back into him the second time his cock slammed into my g spot.

“Kirk… please keep going, you feel so good inside me.”

It was my turn to beg for him.

His curls brushed against my face and tickled my cheek as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. The scent of lavender drifted into my nose, making me fall into a sex filled haze.

“I love fucking you so much… I could fuck you all day.”

I dropped my jaw and let out a pornographic moan as his cock began to slam into my g spot at a more rapid pace.

My orgasm came unexpectedly. It only took one hard thrust to have my toppling over the edge with a loud howl of pleasure. Kirk began to slow down, but I couldn’t let this end, not yet.

“No… no please keep going… I need to cum again… I want you so fucking bad.”

Kirk reached in between our bodies to run slow circles into my clit.

“Come on baby… cum for me again.”

He mumbled, his voice raspy and thick with desire.

It wasn’t long after that I was cumming even more violently on his cock. It was euphoric, my body was lifted from the earth and into the heavens. I could only think of the pleasure as my orgasm completely overcame me, making every nerve in my body tender.

This time, Kirk followed close behind, painting my walls with his warm cum.

He collapsed on top of me, pressing his entire body weight onto my torso.

I ran my fingers through his hair tenderly, brushing out the knots and pulling it out of his face. His cock remained inside of me as we both came down from our highs.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Kirk’s eyes were shut as he spoke.

I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“I think I’m in love with you as well.”

I agreed.

“The rain stopped…”

I'd just realized there was no longer a storm or any heavy rain. How long has it been silent for?

I chuckled.

“It was giving us the opportunity to fuck.”

In each other's presence, we both laughed, pure, happy laughter.

I didn’t regret having sex with Kirk Hammett.

[bbyquokka]

Opposites attract  ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

🐣: pairing: Lee Felix x F!reader

🐣: genre: fluff, angst, smut. 18- DNI

🐣: synopsis: forever thinking that opposites dont attract due to what society says, a new exchange student makes you trust in fate.

🐣: warnings: smut, protected sex, college!au, fingering, brief mention of drugs and alcohol, labels, pet name (baby, petal)

🐣: words: 5.3k

🐣: a/n: i ditched my jisung fic for this after getting attacked by the COMEBACK TEASER. LIKE HELLO, WTF IS THAT. skz, pls let me live my life in peace, i beg.🙏🏻 dw, i will be going back to my Jisung fic after i posted this.

felix looked too good in the teaser that i had to write something. i love long haired felix that i wanted more of it and now i have been blessed. jisung, you’ll always be my ult bias, but lemme simp for felix for a while pls. this took me less than a day to write, lmao.

likes, feedback and reblogs are welcome, especially reblogs as they help get my fics and blog out there. pls consider leaving comments or spam my inbox! ty all for the love as of lately!

lmk if i missed anything in the warnings & enjoy 🖤

🐣: master list

They say that opposites attract but is that always the case?

College is a fairly eventful place to be. Parties, pranks, heartbreak and rumours. When you entered college, you didn't want to get involved in any of that. You wanted to get your education and go, start living your life with no strings attached.

How naïve you are.

It’s pretty common for college to have social groups. Just like in movie: mean girls, you have the jocks, the cheerleaders who want to get into the jocks pants, the nerds and the alts.

You wasn't a fan of these labels but if you had to pick, you'd be classed as a nerd. You like art, manga, anime. You're majoring in art and design. You cared about the way you look, but you wouldn't willingly wake up at 5am to get ready. A flannel t-shirt, jeans and hair scrapped back was enough for you. You're an art student, you don't have time to care about the way you look.

You only have a handful of friends and that was enough for you. If you spent more than thirty minutes with people, your social battery starts draining so you'd think of an excuse to go back to your dorm and relax. Socialising is not for you.

College life was rather peaceful for you. Top student, handful of friends and being able to do the things you want do as well as living on your own – which is a bonus. It wasn't until rumours started spreading that an exchange student had started halfway through the semester – which is uncommon and odd because now, they have a lot of catching up to do.

You didn't get a chance to see him considering you was swamped in work. Deadlines are coming up and you wasn't even halfway done with your work, so you was either in the art room or in your dorm. Stressed was an understatement.

But you did hear rumours. Rumours spread like wildfire in college. You heard that his family had power, that they knew the mafia. Whilst everyone believed it, you thought it was ridiculous. 'child's play' You heard little things about him though, that he had dark hair, Australian, he would smile so bright, the sun got jealous. Of course, you was yet to see him, so you believed the rumours with a pinch of salt.

Your first glimpse of him was on a sunny day. You was sat on the grass, doodling whatever came to mind. You was suffocating in the art room and decided it was best to get some fresh air. As you took a sip of water, you took the chance to look around, people watch.

The jocks were practising whatever sport it was that they did. Cheerleaders practicing their cheers. You wasn't a massive fan of these groups, but you admired them a little. They have led the college to championships which is admirable in itself. You also felt a little sorry for them. must be lonely when your life revolved around sport and cheer.

The nerds were sat at a picnic bench, playing dungeons and dragons. You'd join in, if you wasn't such an introvert and if you knew how to play. An argument erupted between the group, claiming that its not how the game goes or whatever.

You chuckled to yourself before your gaze fell on the alternative group. A group of 8, dressed in the typical alternative clothing. Skinny black jeans, band tees, converses, Doc Martens. Eye liner lining their eyes, nails painted, tattoos covering their skin and, of course, the metal that decorated their faces.

Chan, Jisung and Changbin have known each other the longest. They met in high school and share a passion for music. They even released a few tracks onto SoundCloud. You hate to admit but, you liked a few of them, even if it wasn't your style of music. To no surprise, they all major in music.

Minho and Hyunjin love to dance, taking part in dance competitions inside and out of campus. Minho being the more experienced dancer. Hyunjin loved art, just like you do. He didn't look like the type to so you was surprised to see him in your class and Minho is obsessed with his 3 cats. You heard that Felix also loved to dance, so its no surprised that Minho and Hyunjin took him under their wings

Seungmin and Jeongin have voices of an angel. You heard rumours that they're really talented at singing. You thought it was nonsense until you attended the campus talent contest. You felt like your ears were being baptized.

Love them or hate them, you cant deny that they're a talent bunch of young men

"Oi Felix! Over here!" You looked over to who was shouting and who he was shouting to

Bang Chan was stood on the picnic table, arms waving and smiling. You looked over and saw someone running to him. "Must be the exchange student."

Everyone greeting Felix before he sat down and joined in on the conversations. He was sucking on a lollipop, the stick hanging out off his mouth, resting on his bottom lip. You took this time to admire him. Considering how close you was sat, you could hear his voice over the sounds of many others.

His voice was deep and smooth, like velvety chocolate. You've never heard a voice that deep before and his accent was thick. It was hot. His black hair tied half up, half down, black jeans and boots whilst wearing a white vest and a sleeveless, leather jacket.

You couldn't help but feel physically attracted to him. He looked so sweet and so innocent that is hard to believe that his family knew the Mafia. Maybe one day, you'd draw him. He had that aura around him that felt warm and welcoming. You couldn't help but notice how deep his laugh is, how his eyed would crinkle at the corners and his white teeth would be on display due to the big grin he would show.

Maybe you was staring to much because Felix turned and instantly locked his eyes onto yours. He grinned at you, giving you a little wave. You flushed red, cheeks and the tips of your ears turning red. You looked back at your mindless doodles on your paper, feeling shy and embarrassed that you got caught.

Felix turned to his friends, enquiring who you are. Nobody really knew, expect Hyunjin. He told Felix your name and that you two are doing the same major together. Hyunjin said that you two rarely spoke but when you do, he found you to be sweet.

Felix hummed and nodded, looking over his shoulder at you. You was too absorbed in your drawing at this point to notice. Felix was curious. He wanted to know who you are. He made it his mission to find out who you are.

Your first interaction happened shortly after. You was up to your neck in work, feeling stressed beyond belief. you felt overwhelmed and anxious that you wasn't going to finish in time. You spent the majority of your day in the art studio and by six pm, you had enough.

Your head hurt, mind blank and all you could see was various colours of the paints you've been using. Deciding that trying to get any more work done was useless, you packed up your things.

Walking out the door, bag over your shoulder, supplies piled high in your arms, you bumped into someone, your supplies crash landing beneath your feet.

"Fuck. I am so sorry!" You bent down, collecting your things feeling embarrassed.

"It's okay. I wasn't really looking where i was going so it should be me apologizing." That deep, Australia voice ran through your ears. You looked up to see Felix bending over and helping you.

You couldn't help but notice how beautiful he looked up close and the fact that he has freckles that adorned his skin, made you weak. You find freckles beautiful, they're your weakness.

You stood the same time as Felix. He handed you your art book which you took. His fingers decorated in rings and fingers nails painted.

"Thank you." You smiled, taking your book off him.

"Do you need any help? I can help you carry some stuff if you want." You thought about it for a second before agreeing. He took some stuff off you. 'Lead the way."

You made your way to your dorm. starting conversations was not your strong point. You cursed yourself for being an introvert and wished you knew what to say but making the first move always felt awkward to you.

"So (Y/N) you enjoying art" You looked at Felix, eyebrows knitted together.

"How do you know my name and that i do art?"

'Well, considering I'm carrying your art supplies should be a big giveaway. Anyways, Hyunjin told me."

Ah, of course, that made sense.

"You asked about me?" Felix hummed.

"After i caught you staring at me, i was curious about you. So i asked. Seems like you tend to keep yourself to yourself." You flushed red at the mention of getting caught staring at him for too long.

"Sorry about that. I was just interested in who you are and what you look like." Felix laughed, the sound giving you goose bumps and butterflies in your stomach.

"Don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure you've heard the rumours. By the way, my family are not part of the mafia." He shook his head, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous rumour.

"I never believed that, you're too sweet to be part of something like that." The words left your mouth before you could register. You looked at Felix, who had a pink tint across his cheeks at your compliment.

"Thank you." You looked at your feet, feeling shy as you reached your dorm. You rummaged around for the key and opened the door.

"You want to come in? i don't have much to drink but i do have a collection of energy drinks you can have."

"As much as i would love to-" Felix handed back your things "I have to dash. I have practise and Minho doesn't like it when people are late."

You nodded and smiled, taking your things off him. "Okay, you best get going then."

"yeah, I'll see you around?" You nodded again, smiling and saying goodbye as Felix ran to the dance room. You closed the door behind you, noticing your heart was pounding against your ribcage, butterflies in your stomach.

Slowly but surely, you're getting feelings for him and there is nothing you can do to stop it, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

Weeks went by after that. Your interaction's with Felix started of as small and minimal. He would occasionally wait outside the art room after class for Hyunjin, exchanging small hello's whenever you would pass each other.

He once brung a tub of homemade brownies and passed them around his friend group before offering you one. You thanked him as you took one, the chocolatey gooeyness satisfied your sweet tooth. You asked him how he made them, which he happily told you. Soon, you conversated about anything, chemistry bouncing back and forth between you both.

You exchanged contact details and soon enough, you was texting each other everyday, all day. You would text each other good morning, ask how classes are going, bitch about the teachers or how much work you had to do.

Felix would send you videos of his dancing and you admire how his body moved and flowed with the beat. He's a natural and you understood why Minho and Hyunjin praise him so often. He would occasionally send you mirror selfies, typically after practise.

You couldn't help but notice how his sweat would cover his skin, hair sticking to his face. You could tell he was – or has been – working out just by looking at his arms. You recalled him saying he would like to work on his body and have Changbin to help, noting that Changbin knew his stuff about the human body and he too, also liked to bulk up.

You sent more photos than videos. You rarely sent selfies, instead sending him photos of your art work. It made you giddy when he complimented your work. No matter how many times you showed him a new piece, he was always stunned by your talent. You thieved of his praises and compliments, it gave you confidence.

You soon started to try new styles of art. Oil paint, pen, digital, even painting with coffee and having a go at animation – all because you wanted to impress Felix.

To the outside world, you two were a mismatch, you didn't seem to fit together. However, you both had much in common and conversation just flowed between you both like melted butter. The more you got to know him, the more time you spent, the more your feelings grew.

You tried to ignore it. You didn't have time for relationships right now, but you caught yourself daydreaming about him in art class causing the teacher to scold you. You'd be checking your phone ever five minutes, think about him day in and day out. He invited you to his dorm, which you said yes. You watched him bake his signature brownies whilst you drew a pencil sketch of him.

Felix noticed and you got instantly shy, anxious and worried that Felix would hate you for drawing him, especially since you didn't ask permission. Instead, Felix was wowed by it, complimenting it over and over again making your ego balloon.

He kept the sketch. He framed it and hung it in his bedroom.

You thrived off the morning messages, they made up your day. You noticed the littlest things about him, like how he would cover his face with his small hands when shy, his ears turning red. How his bottom lip would always stick out when he wanted something. You knew him better than he knew himself and the same could be said about you.

You never mingled with his group though. You did start to speak to Hyunjin a bit more in class and said the occasionally hello to them if you saw them passing by, but that was about it. They knew something was going to happen if it hadn't already, but they kept quiet.

Its Felix's life and what he chooses to do with it, is up to him.

You woke up at 8:30am, the ping of your phone being the first sound your heard. You grabbed your phone, smiling wide as you felt giddy.

sunshine 💛🌻: good morning! i hope you slept well 🥺 you have classes today right? x

you: good morning, lix 😚 i do, sadly ;-; but it is only one and lasts for hour and a half 😁 x

sunshine 💛🌻: so, after class you have a free day? x

you: yeah, why? x

sunshine 💛🌻: meet me in the dining hall at 1? i made cookies for the first time and need an honest opinion. the boys are useless at feedback sometimes 🥲🙄 x

you: haha, oh lix 🤣 ofc i will come and tastes the cookies, which i am sure taste oh so yummy 🤤😋 x

sunshine 💛🌻: yeah yeah. you're just saying that 🤭 just make sure your sweet ass is in the dining hall 😉 x

you: sweet ass? 🤨 dw lix, i'll be there. i get to see you so ofc i'll come down 😚 x

sunshine 💛🌻: smooth (Y/N) 😏 see you soon, gorgeous 🥰💛 x

you: see you soon, lix 😚💛 x

you squealed, locking your phone and giggling like a school girl. you made an effort in getting dressed. styling your hair and wearing clothing no one has seen you in before. You even put on make-up which you rarely did. No normal person would put in this much effort just to taste some cookies, so why are you?

Because you've fallen for him, that's why. Realising that pushing away and ignoring your feelings only made them stronger, you decided to embrace it and accept the fact that you love Felix, more than a friend. It was never going to go away. Felix made you happy so why shouldn't you grab this happiness and embrace it? You deserve to be happy and loved.

Your class went by agonisingly slow, mainly because you kept checking the clock every five seconds. People didn't recognise you at first, thinking you was a new student. When they realised it was you, they were shocked and impressed that you had style. You even got a few compliments which made you feel more confident

When your lesson finally ended, you raced out of there in a heartbeat, speeding to the dining hall where Felix would be waiting for you. The closer you got to the hall, you increasingly became more nervous. nerves and excitement was all you could feel, you felt slightly sick but you wanted to see Felix.

Walking into the dining hall, you looked around and noticed the table Felix and his friends were sitting at, his back to you. You slowly approached them. The closer you approached, the more of their conversation you heard. You stopped as soon as you heard your name, deciding to eavesdrop.

"C'mon man, we all know something is happening between you and (Y/N)!" Changbin exclaimed, determined to get some gossip about the two of you, out off his friend

"Dude! nothing is happening. We're just friends, that's all!" Minho scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Felix, friends-" Minho quoted with his fingers "don't text each other every single day. They don't spend half as much time as you do with her!"

"So?" Felix shrugged "She's good company, nice to be around. She's calm, unlike some people." Felix glared at his friends, laughing.

"Ok, but friends also don't text each other sweet morning messages that end with kisses. We see you Felix, grinning at your phone like a looney." Minho poked Felix's shoulder.

"C'mon man, its nothing that!" Felix protested

"Then what is it like?" Jisung asked. The boys full attention on Felix, interested in his answer. Felix blushed, going shy.

"We're just friends! nothing more. Now stop teasing me!" everyone laughed before falling silent for a few seconds. The silence was broken by Hyunjin.

"What do you two talk about?"

"Mhm, anything really. Why?"

"Well, she doesn't seem like a very interesting person. when we speak, its not super interesting. isnt she like, boring and dull to be around?"

As soon as Felix opened his mouth to say something, you rushed passed him. He noticed, his own heart sinking. He shot Hyunjin a glare before chasing after you. Seungmin and Jeongin took turns in flicking the mans forehead.

Felix dashed after you, calling your name. You hurried to your dorm, ignoring his calls. Your heart shattering into pieces, tears blurring your vision

"(Y/N)! Let m-" You slammed the door in Felix's face. Felix knocked on the door, calling your name over and over again. You ignored him, walking to the bathroom. You washed your make up off and changed back into your simple, comfortable wear.

You felt stupid. Of course Felix wouldn't like someone like you. Of course he finds you boring and dull. Everyone else does, so why wouldn't he? He probably just pitted you, felt sorry for you so he forced himself to hang out with you.

That stung. it stung so much, it made you want to throw up. You deemed yourself as smart, a level headed person so how could you have been so stupid to the truth?!

Was it the truth though? did Felix pity you or did he genuinely enjoy your company? It didn't make sense, none of it makes sense! You hastily wiped your tears from your cheeks, phone pinging.

sunshine 💛🌻: im not leaving until you talk to me. even if i have to camp outside your room. 😶 x

Sighing, you walked to the front door and opening it, walking away as Felix walked inside and closed the door.

"what do you want Felix?" Your tone was cold, emotionless, back turned to Felix so he couldn't gauge your emotions.

"let me explain."

"explain? explain what? that hyunjin is right and that all this time, you just hung out with me because you felt sorry for me? save it Felix, I'm not interested."

"what? no! that's not what i came to say!" Felix walked to you, hand on your shoulder gently. He spun you around to face him. You avoided his gaze by looking at the walls, furniture, paintings.

"If you stayed, you would have known that I was about to defend you. You're not boring or dull. Hyunjin just, doesn't think before he speaks." Felix sighed, running his fingers through his silky black hair.

"but its true." You all but whispered. "i am boring. i am dull. i hear it all the time from people."

"nono, you're not!" Felix lifted your chin up with his hand, forcing you to look at him, his own heart shattering once he say your tear stained cheeks and hurt evident in your eyes. "I've had, the most amazing time with you. you've been a joy to be around, petal. I haven't found your boring, or dull in the slightest!"

you sighed, arms crossed against your chest. you avoided his gaze once again.

"Felix, stop. we're opposites. Oil and water. we don't mix."

"opposites attract though!" Felix sounded hopefully, only for it to be shattered by a single shake of your head.

"no. no felix. not in this case. we don't. I'm just some boring, dull art student who dresses like a plain jane and loves to go for walks, take photos and go to museums. i dont have many friends because it tires me. id rather stay at home and watch a cheesy drama than go and get drunk at a lame, jock party that's filled with people taking drugs and having their cocks sucked!" You paused, looking Felix in his eyes for the first time

"and you? you're some badass guy who isn't afraid of what people think. you tell people to fuck off when they make comments, defend your many friends to the death. I even caught you defend some poor guy who's belongings were being thrown around by a jackass jock! people take one look at you and they're intimidated by you. people want to be you and people want to be with you. were not the same, we never have been!"

By now, you was sobbing. your tears cascading down your cheeks. your heart hurts. it hurts so bad, its suffocating. as much as you love Felix and would love to be with him and call him yours, its not possible. you deluded yourself of this fantasy. Today helped you realise that.

"What are you scared of?" Felix's question took you by surprise.

"what?"

"who cares about how you dress. who cares about if you like to take photos. who cares about that type of stuff, because i don't. in fact, I love that about you. i love your little quirks, i love how i feel when I'm around you. i dont have to pretend to be someone else."

"stop.. this is too much." you shake your head, hands coming to your face, hiding it.

"no! i wont stop! you're cute, adorable, sweet, funny, an absolute dork and very attractive!" You backed away from Felix, back hitting the wall. Heart swelling up with love, making you feel giddy.

You had to protect yourself, protect your heart from anymore heartbreak. you cant allow yourself to be swooned by his sweet talk. you’re opposites. you dont and shouldn't mix, society says so.

Felix gently removed your hands away from your face, cupping your cheeks. His face inches away from yours. "(Y/N), stop running away. you're so special to me. I've been feeling things that I've never felt before and, until now, I'm aware of the fact that - i think i love you."

You shake your head rapidly, unable to process his words. unable to process that your feelings are mutual.

"stop.." you whispered. Felix shook his head.

"no." his lips found their way onto yours. you tensed, a little unsure on what to do. deciding to just, go for it and let your walls down, you cling onto Felix's shirt, lips moving together in a slow and passionate kiss.

the kiss was filled with love for one another. it was tender, slow and made you feel so many butterflies that you felt you was drowning in them. his lips are soft against yours, his touch tender and soothing. fuck what society says, fate decided that you two are made for one another, so who are you to go against fates choice?

"Felix, i cant." You whimpered out. during the kiss, you both somehow managed to strip of all clothing and make your way to the bed. You're currently sprawled out on the sheets, naked and shy whilst Felix is by your side, his lips doing work on your neck whilst his middle and index fingers are thrusting inside you at a steady pace.

"shh baby, i got you. you're doing so well for me." he murmured against you skin, which is now decorated in purple bruises. You clenched around his fingers, your juices coating his digits.

Felix asked if you was a virgin judging by the way you acted so shy whilst stripping. You claimed you wasn't but the last time you did anything sexual with someone was a while ago. "just means i have to take extra special care of you.”

You gripped onto Felix's wrist, his fingers curled inside you as his pace quickened. The sounds of your wet cunt and soft moans bounced off the bedroom walls, making Felix hum

"you make the prettiest sounds for me, petal. you're so precious." You whimpered at his words, his thumb coming to contact with your clit. He applied pressure, rubbing circles on it as your back arched a little, moans in the form of Felix's name rolling off your tongue.

you felt warm, your pussy throbbing as the knot in the pit of your stomach was forming. you dug your nails into his soft skin, leaving marks.

"Felix.." you whimpered out, legs shaking as you tired to delay your orgasm until felix said you could cum

"want to cum?" you nodded fast, eyes pleading as your brows knitted together. "then cum petal. cum around my digits like a good girl."

You groaned out, legs shaking as your walls fluttered around felixs fingers. Felix thrusted his fingers slowly, rubbing lazy circles on your clit, helping you ride out your high. Once calm, Felix removed his fingers and kissed you softly and tenderly, you reciprocating the feelings.

You could feel Felix's hard cock poking the outside of your thigh. You went to reach for it, to relive him when he suddenly grabbed your wrist gently to stop you. You looked at him, confused.

"you dont have to do anything to me, let me care for you. tonight is all about you. besides, you'll have many opportunities to touch me in the future."

Your heart fluttered. so there's going to be more times that you and felix will be doing this type of stuff? You blushed at the thought. Felix shifted onto his knees, between your legs. He reached down and grabbed a condom out off his wallet, tearing it open.

he gave himself a few gentle strokes before rolling the condom on. Grabbing your legs, he pulled you closer to him, tip daring to enter you.

Felix held the base of his cock, teasing and rubbing your entrance before looking at you. "you ready? you absolutely sure you want this?" His voice sincere.

you nodded. "I've never been so sure about something in my life, lix." You smiled before groaning as Felix pushed himself inside you. The stretch burned. Felix leaned over you, weight supported by his arms that was on either side of your head.

"Petal, relax. It's okay. You're okay. im here." Felix planted gentle kisses on your forehead and cheeks, helping you calm down. He was halfway in you before he stopped, allowing you to adjust.

You nodded, feeling yourself relax. "move." you whispered. Felix thrusted into you, movements slow. He scanned your face for any signs of displeasure and when he saw none – when he heard your moans becoming frequent and the grip you have on his biceps – he picked up the pace.

pain turned to pleasure. your body hot, pleasure running through your veins. sweat started to form on your skin, mouth turning dry with the pants and moans. His movements were not slow, but they were not fast either. They held feeling, passion, love.

Felix captured your lips into his in a sloppily, breathless but passionate kiss which you gladly reciprocated. Your hands trailing up his back to his neck, holding the sides. His body was also hot and sweaty, hair sticking to his skin.

You pulled away and looked at the beautiful man above you. His long hair falling past his face, which you tucked behind his ear, showing more of his facial features. You ghosted your finger over his freckles, humming.

"so beautiful, lix." You whispered, causing Felix to blush.

"not as beautiful as you, petal." you clenched around Felix, causing him to groan. "shit.." you smirked at his reaction before your hand travelled down your stomach to your clit. You rubbed circles on it as Felix thrusted into you. your moans mixing with each others, kisses sloppily and lazy.

you felt the knot form in the pit of your stomach for the second time that night. Felix felt it by the way your walls clenched around him. Felix's thrusts soon turned sloppy and uncoordinated, indicating he was also close.

"you close lix? he grumbled, his facial expression desperate. "then cum, lix. don't hold back."

"want to – want to cum with you." He breathed out. You almost lost it at his words, your own high approaching rapidly. Your body tensed up, movement quickened on your clit.

"cum. im going to cum, lix." you cried out.

"together?" You nodded before the knot snapped. Your walls fluttering around felix, his name falling out of your mouth in soft whines and whimpers. Felix's movements stopped, groans escaping his lips as he emptied inside the condom, before shallowly thrusting, helping you both to ride out your highs.

once calm, he slowly pulled out and took the condom off, tying it and throwing it in the trash. he collapsed next to you. he turned to his side, facing you.

"so?" you turned your head, looking at him and humming. "wanna go on a date or something?"

You laughed. "bit backwards, no?" Felix looked at you and blinked "normally, people would go on a date then fuck. not fuck and then date."

Felix blushed, fiddling with his fingers "well, if you don't want to, that's fine too. I understand, especially after what hyunjin said."

You shook your head. "Hyunjin is Hyunjin. You cant control what he says. anyways, Chan seems like the sort of person to scold him so, i’m sure that has happened already."

Felix laughed, agreeing with you. Chan has for sure scolded Hyunjin, making him promise to apologise to you when he next sees you. He also had to stop the two youngsters from flicking his forehead so much.

"but i'd like that lix. i'd like to go on a date with you." you smiled at him as he gave you his big, toothy grin.

"perfect! tomorrow night at 7? meet me at my dorm" You nodded, your heart swelling and bursting with love and joy.

opposites do attract after all.

[marvel-trash-bin]

Taking Risks.

(Not my Gif.)

Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*

Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 4.2K

Tags: @greeneyedblondie44

A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!

Here’s the thing.

You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.

And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.

Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.

It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.

Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”

You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”

“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”

You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”

The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.

“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”

You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”

He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.

“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”

The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.

His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.

~

The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.

He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.

He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.

“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.

You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”

And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.

So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.

By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.

In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.

“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.

You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”

He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.

“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”

The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.

~

By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.

He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.

“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.

“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”

He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.

“For teasing you.”

“And?”

You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.

“For embarrassing you.”

There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.

“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.

Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.

“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”

You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”

Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.

“Proceed.”

Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.

“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.

Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.

“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.

A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.

Powerful.

Strict.

However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.

He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.

After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.

“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”

You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.

It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.

He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.

“Turn around.”

As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.

“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.

“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.

“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.

He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.

One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”

You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.

“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

Then a bite.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”

And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.

“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.

“I’d let you do anything to me.”

He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.

“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.

The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.

It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.

You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”

You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.

His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”

And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.

As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.

He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.

His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.

“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”

This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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Birthday Boy

boyfriend!mase - smut, fluff

Word Count: 3.1k+

Warnings: 18+, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, praise, strong language, that’s about it, pls let me know if I missed something!

a/n: happy birthday Mason! I was literally up until 4 last night writing this (and watching Euphoria which was so good omg!) so I really hope you enjoy this little self-indulgent birthday fic! lmk what you think and I hope you all enjoy!! x

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‘Happy birthday!’ I exclaim as soon as the living room door opens, arms in the air with excitement, but they drop back to my sides when Callum walks in. ‘Not my birthday ‘til November,’ he jokes, my face falling when I realise he’s helping Mason walk in. ‘Oh, my God, what happened?’ I demand, rushing towards the door. ‘I’m fine, babe, I just went over on my ankle in training,’ he says as Callum helps him onto the sofa. ‘Clearly you’re not fine if Callum’s having to help you into the room like you’re an old man,’ I say drily, worry unfurling in my chest.

‘Honestly, I’m alright. Physio said I’ll be fine tomorrow if I just rest it,’ he says as he puts his legs up on the sofa, lying down. ‘Are you sure?’ I ask, chewing my lip worriedly, and he nods with a smile, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to my skin. ‘Yes, babe, I’m sure.’ ‘Does it hurt? Have you taken painkillers? We’ve got some ibuprofen gel, or ice if you want tha-’ ‘y/n! I’m fine,’ he says, he and Callum laughing. ‘I could do with some water though,’ he says with a grin, and I practically run to the kitchen, glad to have something I can do to help him.

Callum joins me a moment later, standing in the doorway as I get a glass out from the cupboard. ‘Physio said that if he wants his ankle to be alright tomorrow, he can’t do anything today. No partying, no walking, no leaving the house. He’s not really allowed to be on his feet at all, so can you make sure you stop him from doing anything stupid? It’s not really like him anyway – he’ll want to play on Wednesday – but just in case,’ Callum says, and I nod, trying to hide my disappointment.

I’ve been up in Manchester for work for a couple weeks, and I managed to finish up a couple days early and get back today, in time to spend Mason’s birthday evening with him as a surprise. I quickly dropped my stuff off at my house before rushing over to his mum’s to get keys to his house, and then I rushed over here to decorate with balloons and banners. And I had a whole evening planned for us but that’s all gone out of the window now. I shouldn’t complain though. This is what comes with dating a footballer, and I should be thankful that his injury isn’t worse.

‘I’ll make sure he rests,’ I promise, Callum nodding. ‘I’ll leave you lot to it then.’ ‘Stay a bit, have dinner with us.’ ‘Nah, I’ve gotta get back. And I don’t wanna disturb you lovebirds,’ he jokes, and I roll my eyes. ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll see you Wednesday, after the match,’ he says as we walk towards the front door. ‘Happy birthday, bro. Feel better, yeah? See you tomorrow,’ Callum calls as he puts his shoes on. ‘Thanks, bro, see you,’ Mason calls back, Callum bumping his fist against mine before he heads out, jumping into his car and zooming out of the driveway.

I take Mason’s water to him, and he takes a long sip before thanking me. ‘Sorry about this, babe,’ he says, motioning at his ankle, and I wave him off. ‘Don’t be ridiculous, Mase, it’s not your fault. You don’t have to apologise,’ I say as I sit on the arm of the sofa, my boyfriend instantly putting his head in my lap. ‘I know, but it’s ruined your whole surprise,’ he says softly, taking my hand into his and running his finger over my nails, admiring the new set I had done especially for today.

‘You didn’t seem that surprised,’ I laugh, and he gives me an apologetic look. ‘I had new CCTV installed while you were away and it was going crazy with you moving around and decorating the place, so I had to check and I saw you. I was gonna act surprised but I couldn’t be arsed after Callum dragged me in,’ he says drily, and I hold back laughter at the image of Callum getting Mason out of the car. ‘Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?’ ‘I’m sure, angel. I’m totally fine.’

‘What do you want for dinner?’ ‘You, preferably,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes. ‘I’m being serious. You look criminally good in this dress,’ he smirks. ‘Had to look nice for my boy’s birthday, didn’t I?’ ‘Oh, babe, did you book something? That’s why you’re all dressed up, isn’t it?’ he asks, looking guilty. ‘I did, but it doesn’t matter.’

‘I’ve ruined everything.’ ‘Don’t say that, Mase! Spending time with you on your birthday is the most important thing. Doesn’t matter where. As long as I’m with you,’ I reply, and he tilts his chin up, motioning for me to kiss him, and I do so gladly, feeling as though a part of me is slotting back into place when our lips touch. I make sure to pull away before he can deepen the kiss, knowing he won’t be able to control himself, and fucking me probably won’t be great for his ankle.

‘What did you have planned?’ he asks as I begin playing with his hair, able to notice the difference in length from the last time I saw him. ‘We were gonna go to your parents’ house to do your birthday cake. Then we were gonna go to Nobu for dinner. And then I booked out a screen in Leicester Square for us to watch No Way Home together,’ I say, the boy groaning which makes me laugh. We’ve both watched it but we haven’t had a chance to watch it together and he’s been banging on about wanting to, so I thought it’d be a nice surprise.

‘Oh, babe, I’m so sorry.’ ‘Stop apologising, Mason! It’s not your fault! I know it’s not ideal, but it is what it is, and we’ll have to just make the most of it. You can phone your mum and they can bring the cake over here. We’ll order a takeaway and watch some other film. We can do all that other stuff some other day,’ I say softly, and he just nods, obviously still feeling guilty. ‘Stop feeling bad, Masey,’ I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of his forehead, and he just chuckles.

‘You got all… dolled up for nothing.’ ‘Not for nothing. As long as you get to see me looking pretty, I’m happy.’ ‘Well, you do. Look very… pretty,’ he adds, as though he was thinking of a word other than pretty, looking up at me with a grin, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Don’t get any ideas, Mason Mount. No physical activity with this dodgy ankle of yours,’ I say sternly, and he laughs. ‘Maybe you can do the work for once then.’

‘Excuse me? Are you accusing me of being lazy?’ ‘I’m accusing you of being a pillow princess,’ he says drily, and I gasp offendedly. ‘If anything, you should thank me for giving you a workout. Helping you stay healthy, keep your stamina up,’ I joke, and he just raises an eyebrow. ‘Thank you for making such a big sacrifice to help me out,’ he murmurs amusedly, my giggle making his smile grow slightly wider.

‘I should probably phone mum then,’ he says begrudgingly, obviously disappointed that we won’t be able to go over, and I start to get up, putting a cushion under his head instead. ‘Where you going?’ he asks, looking up at me in confusion. ‘Getting changed. I don’t wanna stay in this tight dress if we’re not going out.’ ‘But I haven’t even had a chance to enjoy you in it,’ he pouts, and I laugh. ‘I’ll wear it next time we have a night out. Then you can enjoy it.’ ‘But it’s my birthday,’ he whines, and I can tell how annoyed he is that he’s managed to injure himself on his birthday.

‘Did you shower after training?’ I ask, and he blinks at me for a moment. ‘What?’ ‘Did you shower after training?’ ‘Why would I have… not showered?’ ‘Because of your ankle.’ ‘I’m still not gonna leave there all sweaty, y/n.’ ‘Good,’ I say softly, standing in front of him and turning around. ‘Unzip me.’ ‘…What?’ he asks with a surprised tone, and I hold back a laugh. ‘Unzip my dress,’ I repeat, and I can picture the smirk on his face as he reaches up and pulls down the zip of my dress.

I turn around to face him again before slowly shrugging it off. ‘I hope you don’t mind me taking the dress off. Even though you wanted me to keep it on.’ ‘No, no. It’s alright,’ he smirks, leaning back in his seat and drinking me in, eyes big and dark. ‘Is this the set I bought you for your birthday?’ ‘Mmhmm. Thought I’d save it for a special occasion,’ I smile, knowing just how good I look in the expensive black lace lingerie that I’ve kept hidden away under my bed, hoping he’d never stumble across it when he’s being nosy at my house, wanting him to forget it so I could surprise him.

His face clearly shows his attraction, his dilated eyes trawling over my body shamelessly. ‘Sit,’ he murmurs, patting his legs as he sits up, and I slowly lower myself onto his lap, worried about hurting him. He barely gives me a chance to slot my leg into the gap between his body and the back of the sofa before he’s pressing his lips to mine. ‘You look so fuckin’ sexy, babe. Missed you so much,’ he says against my lips, hands pressing into my waist as I slide my hands up his shoulders and down his back, feeling the ridges of his hard muscles beneath his training kit.

He parts my lips with his, tongue sliding across mine, my stomach turning as I let out a whimper, his lips quirking up with amusement. I tangle my hands into his hair, his freshly washed locks sliding between my fingers, and I tug on it gently, a groan escaping his lips. I can feel him getting more worked up, his hands pressing into me as they move up and down my body, and he slowly rocks me on his lap, the feeling of his bulge pressing against my clothed pussy making me let out a soft moan which only makes him press me down onto him even harder.

The soft scent of his bodywash floods my senses, the taste of him on my tongue and the feeling of his hands on mine making me wetter and wetter by the moment. I pull his lower lip between my teeth before running my tongue over it and he lets out a louder groan this time, the sound heavenly to my ears. I melt against him, body tingling with pleasure at the feeling of his beard lightly scratching against my face.

I break away, out of breath, but Mason seems fine (I suppose he is a footballer with very high stamina), his lips moving to kiss along my jaw instead, trailing down my neck as his fingers toy with the ‘M’ that hangs from the chain around my neck. ‘This is supposed to be about you,’ I say breathlessly, but he ignores me, gently nipping and sucking at my collarbone, wanting to leave a mark. ‘Masey,’ I breathe out, pushing him away with my hands on his chest, and he pouts childishly.

‘Do you have to keep your foot elevated? Or do you think you can put it on the floor for a little bit?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘I can put it on the floor if you need me to, babe.’ I lift myself off him and he adjusts his position so that his feet are planted firmly on the floor and his back is leaning against the back of the sofa. I drop to my knees between his spread legs, a lazy grin on his face as he watches me get into a comfortable position.

He’s already hard, the tent in his trackies giving him away, so I don’t waste much time, hands instantly coming to his waistband. He lifts himself up so I can pull them down along with his boxers, the sight of his dick making my mouth water. A lazy grin plays at his lips as I lean forward with my tongue poking out from between my lips to kitten-lick the tip, his pre-cum coating my taste buds. I meet his eyes, lookin up at him through my lashes as I swallow, relishing the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, the arrogance in his face gone. I lean forward again, but this time I press a gentle kiss to the tip, and he lets out a soft breath.

‘Please, baby, stop teasing.’ ‘Am I being mean to the birthday boy?’ I tease amusedly, and he scowls at me. ‘Incredibly mean,’ he replies, lifting his hand to my face and tapping my lower lip. I get the message, opening my mouth and letting two of his fingers delve past my lips. ‘Suck them like they’re my cock, sweetheart,’ he smirks, and I do as he says, swirling my tongue around the digits and coating them in my saliva.

‘Good girl,’ he says softly, the praise making my heart flutter as he slides his fingers out my mouth, gripping his cock, running his hand up and down with a cocky smirk, amused at how I watch, desperate to have my hands on him instead. ‘Go on, babe,’ he prompts, and I waste no time in taking his heavy length into my palm, wrapping my fingers around his cock and tugging gently, revelling in the way his body tenses at my touch.

I can’t resist for much longer and so I place my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock before taking his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him and sucking like he’s a lollipop, cheeks caved in. I look up at him as I take him further in, his darkened eyes locked with mine, and a gag forces its way up my throat when his tip hits the back of my mouth, a soft groan falling from between his lips.

I set a gentle pace, slowly bobbing my head up and down, taking him in as far as possible, hand leisurely tugging at what I can’t reach. ‘Like that, angel, just like that. Feels so fuckin’ good, babe,’ he groans, head thrown back against the sofa, hand fisting into my hair as my eyes begin to water, and I hum around at him at the praise, the sensation making him moan.

It’s not long before his hips begin moving, his hand controlling my head movements, and I grab onto his legs as he thrusts slowly. ‘Gonna be a good girl for me, angel? Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth?’ he asks, and I hum in response, the boy not waiting another moment before his thrusts speed up. I gag repeatedly around him, the sounds only spurring him on, and tears run down my face as he watches me try to take him as far in as possible.

‘Feels so good, babe. You’re so fuckin’ good for me. Such a good girl,’ he moans, voice strained, and I can tell he’s getting closer, thrusts becoming erratic and cock twitching against my tongue. ‘Fuck, I’m gonna cum, y/n. Gonna cum down this pretty little throat. Fuck, fuck, y/n,’ he groans, head thrown back as he continues thrusting, his cum hitting the back of my throat.

He pulls out slowly, a trail of his release slipping out of my mouth and trickling down my chin. ‘Lemme see, babe,’ he murmurs breathlessly, and I tilt my head back before opening my mouth, letting him see the cum on my tongue. ‘Swallow, gorgeous,’ he prompts, and I do as he says, opening my mouth again to show him. ‘Good girl,’ he whispers, finger collecting up the cum on my chin, slipping past my lips, and I lick it clean, a proud and cocky grin on his face.

‘Come here, babe,’ he says softly, taking my hands into his and helping pull me up from the floor. ‘Have some water,’ he prompts, and I take a sip from his glass as he pulls his trackies back up before lying down on the sofa again. He pulls me on top of him and wraps his arms around me, lips pressed to my temple. ‘You’re so good to me, my pretty girl. What did I do to deserve you?’ he murmurs against my skin, and my lips curve up into a contended smile. ‘I ask myself the same question every day, Masey,’ I whisper back, voice hoarse, and he lets out a soft laugh as he rubs my back soothingly.

‘Thank you for coming back early to surprise me. You’re the best birthday gift I could have asked for,’ he says softly, my heart fluttering as I snuggle into him even more, head buried in his chest and legs tangled with his. ‘And I’m sorry I can’t fuck you. Even though you could ride me if you want,’ he suggests, voice tinged with mirth, and I let out a surprised laugh. ‘We both know I’m too lazy for that. I’ll wait ‘til you finish training tomorrow. If you don’t mind me staying here during the day, that is,’ I add, not wanting to be presumptuous, and he chuckles.

‘Of course I don’t mind, babe. I was actually thinking… what if you just moved in?’ he asks, and my heart stops for a moment. ‘We’ve been together a while – well, not that long really, but it feels like forever. In a good way, of course! And I just thought it’d be convenient, with how busy we both are, so that we can see each other every day without having to actually make plans. But I’m not saying it only because it’d be convenient, because I obviously would like it if you lived here because I like spending time with you, which is obvious. You wouldn’t be my girlfriend if I didn’t like-’ ‘Mason.’

His nervous tirade stops when I say his name, and I tilt my head so I can look at him, an amused smile on my face at the anxiety in his eyes. ‘I would love to live with you,’ I whisper, and his lips curve up into a big grin, eyes crinkling adorably. ‘I love you,’ he announces, making me laugh. ‘And I love you too, birthday boy,’ I giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips.

[finelinevogue]

Just wanted to say 2 things:

1)Love the fic where he proposed over a cup of tea…so sweet💗

2) we all know how H has asthma sometimes so…could u write something w/the reader helping him with an attack idk or during an interview/concert/family gathering do as u pls

A nice day

XOXO

firstly, thank you so much that’s so sweet of you <33 and secondly, um yes i would love to give this a go at writing for you! hope you enjoy;

Harry couldn’t breathe.

He was in a panic, completely terrified of the uncontrollable situation. He was having an asthma attack concocted with a panic attack and it was brutal.

“Shit,” Jeff whispered as he watched Harry breathe heavily and loudly on the floor. His friend was currently on his hands and knees trying to gasp for air, whilst dressed in his notorious Fine Line outfit.

It was the big night. The one night only at The Forum for the release of his new album Fine Line, hence the costume. He had been nervous all day, with shaking hands and a tendency to forget simple things. You had been with him all day; having a slow brunch together out in the Hollywood Hills and then just chilling around for the afternoon. You didn’t want to anything to strain his voice, so talking hadn’t been an option. That left you either to sleeping and cuddling, whilst watching a movie, or sex. Now you were all for sex, but Harry complained that he liked talking to you during it and so that got shut down pretty quickly. You didn’t forget what he whispered to your ear though just before you cuddled into watching Bambi;

“Keep your moans for later, you’ll be fucking needing them for what I have planned.”

But that was over two hours ago now. Harry had been whisked away to start getting ready, what with hair and makeup first. You’d left him to it, telling him you would just lounge around and wait for him. It was when he was getting into costume had you announced you were just going to go down the street to get some coffee from Dunkin’ - seeing as there were few of them back in England, where you most commonly lived with Harry. The problem was you hadn’t come back yet, and it was an hour later.

“Harry mate, you need to calm down.” Kid Harpoon told him carefully, kneeling down next to his good friend. Nothing was working though and Harry was too breathless to ask anyone for his inhaler.

It had started by thinking about how nervous he actually was for tonight. It was such a huge show and one of a kind too. He was playing his new album and it wasn’t even 24 hours old yet. There was so much pressure weighing him down that he couldn’t breathe - he was suffocating in the anxiety of his own mind and he couldn’t escape at all. Then because he was in so much of a panic his asthma hit him and added another reason to his breathlessness. It was finally made worst when he realised you weren’t by his side to help him. You weren’t there to quickly eliminate the asthma and focus on helping him overcome the panic attack, instead he had his mates surrounding him - crowding him - and they didn’t know the first thing to do.

“Sarah, where’s Y/N?” Mitch shouted, making Harry squint the thought away. He didn’t want to think about how something back might’ve happened or might be happening to you. Where were you? Sarah’s response did no better to help him.

“I don’t know.”

“Harry bud. Talk to us.” Jeff spoke, crouched down in front of him. Harry shook his head, tears running from his eyes as he began crying. The sobs were really harsh and embarrassing. The tears were heavy and mixed with snot running from his nose to pool on the floor below him. He was not doing well at all, coughing when the asthma choked him up. He couldn’t do this. He felt like he was in a small box and it was only getting smaller. He felt as if he were going to die. Genuinely.

“Does he look like he can talk, dickward.” Adam’s voice came from the other side of Harry, messing his head up even more. There was so many voices and he couldn’t focus on just one, but he didn’t want to. He wanted yours. He needed yours. You.

Whenever this has happened before he was always luckily in the comfort of his home, or the tour bus and always with you. So this was unfamiliar and terrifying. He was beginning to think you’d left him or you’d gotten seriously hurt, but he couldn’t do anything to help. He was stuck - paralysed to this position as his lungs collapsed in on themselves and his brain sped the same speed as a train. You were his comfort person and it was only ever you that he wanted in situations like these. Just you.

“Move out of my way. Move!” Harry thought he heard you and your voice, but he hated that his mind could be playing tricks on him in desperation for what, or whom, he truly wanted.

He felt someone crash on the floor in front of him and the almighty smell of lavender and soap hit him all at once. This time, he was glad to have someone sit so close to him, because it was you.

“Harry look at me, hey, hey. You’re okay. Look at me bubs.” You spoke calmly, trying not to sound panicked yourself, even if you were heavily worried. You watched as he looked up at you, eyes ridiculously red and puffy whilst his nose was dripping like a leaking tap. You wanted to rub his tears away and dab away the snot, but your main priority was on his breathing first. “Okay good, okay.”

Your hand went into your bag and picked out his inhaler. You shook it a few times, before putting it into Harry’s mouth. “On three, one, two, three…” Harry tried is best to breathe in and you pushed down on the canister. “Good, bubs, really good. Okay again, one, two, three…” You repeated and then a third time until you could tell that the wheezing of his asthma attack had disappeared.

“T-than…” Harry tried to mumble out, but couldnt because he was still in panic and his throat was so dry.

“Sshh you’re okay.” You turned to one of the crew members and asked for them to fetch you a bottle of water. You asked people to clear out of the room and leave you with Harry for a bit, knowing he wouldn’t settle in front of all these people. You sat on the floor, crossed legged, and brought Harry to lay his head in your lap with his body trailing behind. You offered him one of your hands to squeeze if he wanted to, which he appreciated, cupping both of his around yours. Your other hand laid to stroke through his gelled hair - that would no doubt have to be redone now.

Instead of going straight into talking to him, you sang his favourite lullaby to him in aid of calming him down. It always worked, or at least helped a little. You sang quietly, noticing the beat of his heart soften with every line you sung. You were by no means a professional singer like him, but he liked the way it was so imperfect and mellow. It calmed him to hear something so simple and so you. Whilst you sang the crew never came back with your requested water and you thanked them, before you were the only ones left in the room.

After you finished singing you noticed how calm Harry was, almost still - the complete opposite to how he’d been all of 10 minutes ago. It was amazing what the power of you could do to him.

“What colour are we feeling?” You and Harry had created your own little system by which you would let each other know how you’re feeling by a colour of the rainbow. You’d designated a meaning to all of them that only you two could understand and used them on the days when you weren’t feeling great, to help understand each other’s feelings better.

“The whole bloody rainbow.” Harry mumbled out and you passed the water around so he could take a few sips, to which he thanked you graciously for.

“Oi, you can’t have that as your answer.” It was a rule that you could only use one colour to some your most intense emotion in that moment, otherwise there was kind of no point to the system.

“But it’s true. I feel grey with confusion, blue with sadness, purple with frustration, yellow with fear and even light yellow with cowardice. Yet I feel pink with happiness and light red with love.”

“What about red red?” You teased, not being able to help yourself.

“What? Lust? Always, for you that is.” You leant down to kiss his head as he cracked a joke, showing you that your Harry was still there beneath all this worry.

“Tell me what the colours represent in real life.”

“Purple because I am frustrated that I had to have a panic attack right before the biggest show of my career. Yellow because I am frightened that nobody will like the album and it will be a complete fail of a night. Grey because I can’t choose one colour and focus on it. I.. I—”

You could tell he getting himself worked up again, so cut him short. “Bubs stop, you’re okay. Listen to me.” You tucked his hair behind his ear as if to open it up for him to hear better. “Don’t ever be frustrated with yourself for something like this. You are allowed to have moments of weakness; you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Did this compromise your show? No. Did this show off how strong and brave you are? Yes. That’s what is important, therefore we can swap purple for dark yellow because you were brave. Which means yellow can also turn to dark yellow because you are so brave for doing something so huge and so wonderful. People already love the album H. Can’t get enough of it. Everyone will sing along to every word, I can promise you that. Or at least I will. You are amazing, so never undersell yourself. That’s important to me and for you. Bubs, you are so amazing for what you’re doing here tonight and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Yes, a panic attack isn’t nice and it isn’t convenient, but it just helps show how much you care about tonight and it going a success. That must count for something.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit and that was okay. He was most likely getting his thoughts together and mentally preparing himself for the greatest night of his life. You bent your body over so you could hug him, since his back was to your front, and just give him a squeeze to reiterate how proud you are of him.

“Y/N.” Harry spoke quietly, as your body encased his. You embraced his warmth and inhaled the beautiful scent that he was wearing. He both smelt and looked phenomenal.

“Yes bubs.”

“You know I love you right?” Of course you did, but it still made your heart flutter as crazy as the first time he said it to when he tells you now.

“I do.”

“And you know you’re it for me right?”

“Well.. I—” You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself.

“Because you are.” Harry turned himself around, making you sit up so he could move. He was lying with his head facing upwards now, face looking less red and puffy, and staring right into the souls of your eyes. He looked magical. Beautiful. He thought the same of you. “And,” he moved his fingers to take off his S ring from Gucci, that probably cost more than your annual salary, and place it onto your ring finger of your right hand, “I give you this as a promise to share my last name with you someday.”

Seeing the initial of his last name sat on the finger opposite to the one he claimed he would one day put two more rings on, brought you to tears. “Harry…” You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless. You had never expected for him to do something as monumental as this and had never experienced it before to know how to react.

Of course you’d always dreamt of marrying him and being his for eternity, but never thought of it possibly becoming your reality. Now, Harry was completely devoting himself to you and only you and it suddenly all felt like the dream was settling in place.

“I swear to you Y/N, i’ll love you until the next lifetime and i’ll find you again. I love you so much, I can’t even tell you how much because it is so infinite. You’re so kind and patient with me and you see me for me, not for the Harry Styles, just Harry. I’ll never let a day pass without you on my mind and I think it’s because you were always meant to be mine. My heart is yours.” He smiled once he noticed you were crying, moving one of his hands up to wipe the tears away.

“How do I top that?” You whispered to him, but mostly to yourself. Both of you laughed.

“Just tell me you love me.”

“I do. I do love you Harry.” You nodded and then he sealed your confirmation with a kiss to his lips. You rested your hand upon his cheek, placing the coolness of the S ring upon his cheekbone, as he placed his hand under your chin to guide you into the kiss. He tasted divine and you smiled knowing that you got to have him like this, taste him like this, for the rest of your beating hearts’ days.

[izayanna]

Flowers are indeed beautiful when painted with blood

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Warnings ; angst?? Mentions of blood,sickness,hanahaki disease, not proofread

Characters : Childe x gn! Reader, Keqing (lol)

A/n : Hi! Its my first time making a fic of my favorite character, and i dont know why but I have this urge to create a fic because Im shy in making requests to my favorite authors!! Also pls ignore the mistakes, this is my first time writing so hoping its good? Also i dont know what title should i put so uhhh hehe

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"This is ridiculous"

you said as you stare in the mirror. Tears staining your face, blood and petals all over the bathroom.

"Why is this happening to me"

You grip on your chest tighter as the pain started to grow even worse

"How can I be so dumb"

You knew you were suffering from hanahaki disease. You thought it was just a myth or a foe, but really, you didn't expect yourself to suffer from such a disease. You tried to hold back your tears as the pain keeps on growing

Is this my fault?

Is this what I get in return?

You sat on the bathroom floor and breathed slowly

Is this finally it?

As you closed your eyes you suddenly remember him, your bestfriend, your comrade, your loved one

Ajax...

Ajax, Tartaglia, Childe or whatever you may call him is your bestfriend. He was the first friend you made when you first moved into Liyue. You were minding your own business as you were walking in the streets, walking around exploring the city When suddenly a ginger-haired man bumped into you

"Oh sorry! Didn't see you there"

You were about to say something but as you looked up, He flashed a kind, genuine smile. A smile that you never knew would leave a mark in your head. He let out his hand to help you stand up and you both exchange names

You were indeed starstruck at the ginger-haired, goofy looking man, Eyes that reminded you of the deep ocean blue You were snapped back to reality when he waved a hand infront of you

"Hello? Is there something wrong?"

"N-nothing, I was just thinking about.."

You looked around and saw a restaurant, you invited him to eat lunch with you and he gladly accepted your invitation.

That's where the both of you started to get closer, to everyday hang-outs and nightwalks. To barging into one's house in the middle of the night for some reason, Bringing you to Snezhnaya to meet his family as to where as Teucer took an interest to you and calls you Big Sis. Everything was okay, everything was fine

Until she came...

As you and Ajax were walking by the beach, talking about each other's day, enjoying each other's company

"Hey (name),What do you think of (someone's name)?"

You stopped at your tracks with eyes widened but you turned to face him and gave him a smile

"Well she's alright I guess?"

"She's strong" you're not

"Really pretty" you're not

"And brave" you're not

Childe smiled "really?" And you nodded "Well, I've been thinking of asking her out" And there it was, your heart shattered into pieces and on the verge of crying. But you forced yourself to give Childe a smile "Really? Do you think she would go out with a flirt like you?" You playfully teased him and both of you laughed

As days passed by, Childe spent less time with you and more with her. He would sometimes come to you for advices and help in order to capture her heart and you stupidly helped him

But I was here first you're not strong

I spent more time with you you're not worth it

I was there when you needed help he doesnt care

And here you are now, in the bathroom coughing up petals and blood. Payed no attention as to what is happening outside. You can't even breathe nor talk or walk properly without shaking

You're weak that's why he doesnt want you

You started crying and laughing because you were dumb enough to fall someone who wont even love you back

Childe was aware as to why he hasn't seen you in days. He even asked the fatui or anyone around if they have seen you but all he got was nothing. The girl did confess to him but shockingly, he rejected her (childe playboy/j) because of the feeling of you not around did hurt him

Was he, inlove with you? He thought

"Big Brother! Is Big Sis okay? I miss her so much and I really want to play with her again" Teucer tugged at Childe's coat as to which Childe bent down at his level "Just hold on Teucer okay? Big Brother is going to find Big Sis for you" Childe stood up and told Lumine to assist Teucer for a while

He did go to your house but he was told that you weren't there, So where were you?

You stared at the ceiling with tired and puffy eyes, you can't handle it anymore. "(Name)? Are you done yet? I'm starting to worry here" you heard a knock on the door and slowly you stood up and reached for the door. "Yeah, all good here Keqing" Keqing was your bestfriend, she was the one who told you to move in Liyue because she missed you, and you did too

"My gosh, (Name) you're bleeding!" She said as she quickly wrapped your arm around her and checked the bathroom "what on earth happened here? Wait...don't tell me" She quickly assisted you to the bed and knelt infront of you "(Name), you're suffering from hanahanaki...why didn't you tell me?" She started to tear up but you gave her a smile

"Don't worry Keqing, everything's going to be alright"

"NO! YOU HAVE TO BE CURED ASAP!! (Name) please..."

You looked at her carefully as she held your hands crying.

"But if I get cured, then doesn't that mean I'll never get to feel love again?" And forget about him

"You'll die if you won't get cured"

You started to cough again but this time, even worse. Keqing started to panic and called for help, Your breathing started to become slower as you passed out

I don't know what love is

Its been a year since Childe had last seen you, the thought of you who suddenly went missing won't get off of his mind

Where are you? Why are you still missing? Did I do something wrong?

As he was walking with clouded thoughts, you passed by him laughing along with some person. He quickly turned around and eyes widened, He was out of control when he suddenly grabbed your hand

"(Name)?"

You turned to see a tall ginger - haired man as he was grabbing your wrist

"E-excuse me, have we met before...?"

He was shocked at your response, He thought you were joking as he continued to ask you questions

"I'm sorry but I don't remember being with you...if you could excuse me, I still have some other matters to attend to"

You freed yourself from his grip and walked back to your friend, apologizing for the wait

He was confused, no, he was angry? Sad? Dissapointed? Because how could you forget about him? How could you just disappear on him and suddenly appear without saying anything Why did you forget about him? How could you be so selfish

You were still confused as to why that man had stopped you, but who knows because all you remembered was suffering from something and woke up as if it was just a dream

But that man did felt familiar to you, you did feel something...but what was it? Because you don't remember this feeling at all

[yesimwriting]

hi, i love all your work! could i please request headcanons for what it'd be like to go from being enemies to lovers with nikolai lantsov.

thank you:)

A/N maybe i moved this up on my request lists bc i woke up today and went 'nikolai lantsov'

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- i'm being a little liberal with cannon bc my mind first went to 'princess! reader who hates nikolai bc they're competitive and then they have to team up together to try to get their parents to break up their arranged marriage but fall in love in the process (this might be a little undetailed but i'm thinking of writing a full fic or mini-series with this plotline so let me know if you'd be interested!! i could see a smutty ending to that fic but idk,, lmk what you thing ig lol)

- Ok so first off enemies to lovers with the loml nikolai lantsov would be SO GOOD bc he's so dramatic and obviously attractive so even though you hate him you know he's hot,, there's never a dramatic realization that he's attractive bc it's just a fact

- butttt you'd rather give up any claim you have to your family's throne than feed his already gigantic ego

- okk but lets get to the beginning of your enemies to lovers relationship

- so basically every summer your parents go and stay with Nikolai's family at this super fancy vacation home bc your parents are both royalty and your kingdoms have a very healthy relationship

- just bc it's the summer season doesn't mean it's summer vacation,, so as children for about a month you two share a tutor,, and when i tell you that created a rivalry so fast i mean it

- you're not the eldest princess and you're always trying to be the best for your parents approval, nikolai just wanted to impress the really smart girl who had a pretty laugh (poor nikolai lol,, he had no way of knowing how important being the best in school no matter what was to your self esteem)

- maybe if you two could communicate you’d like each other a little better at this point but it starts when you’re pretty young and by the time you’re like 13 it’s a solidified dynamic (and 13 year olds are the MEANEST and most insecure people in the world so that’s when your relationship turns to full enemies)

- now that you’re 13 you have more princess-y requirements, especially over the summer. So when you see that Nikolai gets to practice with swords and gets more free time while you have to practice setting tables you hate him more than ever. 

- Nikolai senses that you’re extra hostile but he has no idea why,, he tries asking once but he makes a joke about how ‘maybe you’re jealous bc youre no longer the center of my attention’ and even though he’s just trying to ease the tension you feel like he’s making fun of you

- so that’s when things get aggressive, but at that point summer is almost over so it’s whatever

- next summer comes and you’re still SO MAD at him,, so when you get to the estate you’re like ‘i’m not even talking to him idc how quiet these next three months are’ 

- and you get there all determined to hate him,, but once you get there and see him something in you cracks bc he had the audacity to spend the last year going through puberty AND LIKE HE’S ALWAYS BEEN CUTE BUT THIS IS SOMETHING ELSE 

- so youre mentally panicking bc how do you even talk to someone that looks like that now???? but then you remember that you didnt even want to talk him so in a panic youre like ‘maybe i can avoid him and he’ll just assume it’s bc i hate him bc i do,, who cares if he’s unbelievably hot now’ 

- nikolai doesn’t assume anything, he just gets to the estate and is like ‘why hasn’t she insulted me yet?? is she suddenly too good to give me attention?’ so during the lessons that you still share he gets an idea

- he decides to one-up you in everything bc that’s always gotten a reaction out of you 

- it works,, every time he corrects you or steals an answer from you, you’re ready to snap but then you look at him and take in his stupidly perfect face and  you just shut up 

- nikolai thinks it’s not working so he just tries harder

- by the end of week one you can’t take it anymore so when the tutor leaves at the end of lessons you snap, you tell him off for how often he’d repeat what you said and change a few words and get all the praise from the tutor

- on the inside he’s like ‘took long enough’ but the more you rant he’s like ‘is she okay???’ he’d be more concerned if you weren’t threatening his pride and at this point he’s still annoyed bc if you were that annoyed you should have just talked to him instead of ignoring him for a week

- he’s thinking that just bc you got really pretty over the last year doesn’t make you too good to yell at him on the daily

- the worst thing anyone can do to nikolai is ignore him LMAO (lowkey relatable)

- so he starts arguing with you and you’re so upset that you forget about how aggressively attractive he is 

- and you two are alone in this room and the more you argue the closer you two get

- the climax of the argument is when neither of you are yelling, you’re just so mad you’re beyond raising your voice and once you’re both at that point it goes like this: 

“Nikolai Lantsov, you are the most insufferable person I’ve ever met” 

“Well then, Darling, you should look in a mirror.” 

“You are so entitled, so ridiculously self obsessed that it ruins your attractiveness.” 

“...” he literally just like blinks twice. “You think I’m attractive?” 

“Uh? No--i didn’t say that at all, maybe if you didn’t have the language comprehension of a child you’d understa--” he just reaches forward, grabs the collar of your dress, and kisses you. 

- it’s your first kiss so you have no idea what you’re doing and it’s with some one you CANT STAND and you’re so mad bc you had expectations for your first kiss and he’s taken that from you--but the thing is,, 

- he’s good at it. Like really good at it. Like so good it makes you curious about what he does the nine months of the year he’s not stuck here with you bc there’s no way he hasn’t had practice. 

- but you’re also extremely confused and nervous and aware of how stupid you’re being (and a little hormonal bc being 14 isn’t easy) and then he places his hand on your cheek and that snaps some sense of reality into you bc it’s one thing to enjoy the kiss but another thing entirely to want him to escalate it

- so you place one hand on his chest and push him off of you slightly. He takes the hint, pulls away enough to look at you and then you two just stare at each other 

- your hand is still on his chest and you have absolutely no idea what comes next, but you find yourself looking at his lips

- since you haven’t slapped him or pulled away more than a few inches he thinks maybe things are okay so he leans forward slightly and kisses you again. 

- you reciprocate a little too fast, the kiss lasts two seconds before thinking about how insane you’re being so you push away entirely. 

- He lets you go,, and in the most awkward display ever you’re like ‘uh I need to go,, i can’t be late to ball preparation lessons’ and you leave that room faster than you’ve ever left a room in your entire life. 

- the next day you consider pretending to be sick to avoid him but that would only give him more power over the situation so you go,, and he’s just sitting there calmly

- youre on edge the entire day but he never even jokes about it

- a part of you is a tiny bit annoyed bc who kisses you and then pretends it never happened? but overall, you’re relieved 

- the days pass and it never comes up but now whenever you two argue you think of how quickly kissing him both shut him up and got rid of your tension 

- the summer goes by quickly, your usual dynamic has returned and you wonder if he even remembers kissing you. twice. in a row. 

- the next couple of years are normal,, even when you two no longer take lessons together you still dont like him. He’s just so assured and he takes such joy in bothering you. 

- and then one summer your parents sit you down and they’re like ‘we need to plan the future alliance of our kingdom’ 

- you’re a little confused bc you’re rarely allowed to sit in on these things bc you’re a girl and you’re basically meant to just be a royal’s bride--and then you realize why you’re there. 

- you start protesting before your father can finish announcing your engagement 

- the parents were smart bc they announced it at the end of summer so you two couldn’t drive them crazy or conspire

- the first thing you do when you get back to your castle is write to him for the first time ever 

- your letter is basically ‘pls tell me you’re doing something’ 

- the two of you talk until you come up with the plan to get your parents to break up your engagement 

- your parents dont really care about your feelings and they expect the two of you to argue with them,, but they care about the kingdoms

- so you two decide that if you act like youre so in love that you let your duties slip the engagement will end,, especially if you two are in love in a toxic way 

- so the next summer you two make sure to flirt and act like youre totally obsessed with each other and skip lessons together and just are constantly together and acting like you’re on a honeymoon

- your parents are like ?? since when 

- at one point you flirt with a random guard just so Nikolai can have a ‘jealous outburst’ while your families are strolling through the garden 

- ngl jealous nikolai had you ready to RISK IT ALL,, you were ready to drop the plan and marry him on the spot 

- he notices bc he notices everything about you and when your family walks away he gives you a quick kiss and youre stunned,, much to his delight 

- your desire to break up your engagement takes a slight backseat in your mind bc you decide to set off on a secret goal to make him flustered

- it doesn’t take much, your dresses get a little more risky, your comments get a little more suggestive

- the only problem?? he seems to have his own personal goal and it’s to make you even more flustered than he is

- soon the two of you are lost in layers of pretend and competition

- when your parents are finally thinking about delaying the engagement and keeping you two away from each other until you calm down a little (i feel bad for them,, an entire summer of being surrounded by the ULTIMATE sexual tension) 

- you’re sad and you don’t know why bc this is what you wanted, but then Nikolai stands up and says that you two planned for this and he has the letters to prove it (he was ready to drop the receipts LMAO) and youre like ??what are you doing?

- and he says he’d rather marry you then never see you again bc now all he wants is to get know you bc he has no idea how he wasted so much time arguing with you 

- and you just meltttt but your in front of your entire family and his as well so you just sit there for a minute and then you tell him you feel the same way 

- but the summer’s over

- you kiss him before leaving and he says you’ll have to visit bc he can’t go an entire year without seeing your ‘pretty face’ 

- you promise to visit him soon

- your at home for exactly a day and a half before getting an invitation to visit him 

- you laugh bc the only way that letter could get to you that fast is if he mailed it before you even left 

- you say yes obviously,, and spend some time having a really cute fall-dating vibes together until you figure out how you really feel 

- and you feel like he makes your heart STOP and that’s why you hated him,, bc you didn’t like being vulnerable 

[hotlineslasher]

Interview With A Slasher

Rating: Explicit (I think?? I mean it’s smut)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Content (Vaginal Fingering), Danny is a confusing bastard 

A/N: I don’t want plot with my porn just feelings! This is my first fic I’ve ever posted pls be gentle with me I promise I’ll be better in the future and write less niche scorpio porn

AO3 link

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When you first set foot into the entity’s perverted playworld, it was a hellscape made worse by how straight-up confusing everything was. Sure, the entity keeps on coming up with new insanities to throw at you, but over time you’ve learned there are rules that make things bearable. That make things make sense. If x, then y. If you break the don’t-drop-god-pallet rule, you get left to suffer on the hook longer. If you don’t unhook your teammates before the entity creeps down to thrash with them, you probably won’t escape with your life... or your friendship. If you don’t heal Bill quickly, his wheezing will be everyone’s downfall.

And, of course, if you so much as look at a killer outside of the trials, you’ll be cut off from the group.

Though it made all the sense in the world for survivors and killers to hook up in between hooking, you were the only one out of your little group to do the deed with one of the proverbial devils in your hell. Survivors smooching survivors was completely commonplace but you knew if they found out the infamous ghostface had taken very... different polaroids of you, they’d take it as a betrayal. Other survivors who weren't already spoken for were fair game, but choosing to interact with any of the killers was a statement.

So, despite Danny’s whining and bitching, you had made sure to be extremely careful. Which meant additional rules for the two of you. One of which was no sneaking off from the campfire, no matter how hard you could feel him staring at you from across the burning logs. Ironically, you weren't exactly sure where the two of you stood in the less literal sense. One dirty affair was more than enough for you, so you hadn't so much as looked at any of the survivors like that since your first hookup with Danny... but you didn't know if the same could be said for him. I mean, as ridiculous as the situation is, it would be nice to know what you meant to him. With Danny, it was kind of hard to tell. On one hand, he'd been... interested in you from the start. Any time you were in a trial together, you were his obsession, and it had always been like that. He was less lethal when it came to chasing you, like he enjoyed the game of cat and mouse when you were the one playing it with him. On the other, as much as he loved to stalk you, he wasn't exactly forthcoming about himself. Whenever you tried to get to know him beyond the ghostface mask, he'd distract you, or deflect, or get magically pulled away to a trial. Your gaze drifts over to where Nancy and Steve are huddled together, looking the very image of cutesy. Oh, to pick sensible romantic partners like Steve.

“You okay, kid?” Bill’s gruff voice pulls your focus from the flames you’ve been staring at to avoid Danny’s gaze. Ironically, Bill is sitting across from you so now you have a small excuse to glimpse in Danny’s direction. “Bad trial?” The old man prompts.

Your shoulders pull up in a shrug, “I mean, when is there ever a good trial?” Your answer isn’t cheery by any stretch, but that’s one of your favorite things about Bill. Talking to him, you don’t feel any pressure to bullshit and act optimistic.

A husky laugh rattles out of him and immediately you feel more at ease, like you’re just hanging out with peepaw. “Fair point,” he nods. “Who was it? One of the more fucked-up ones?”

It actually makes you snort, because intuitively you sort of know which select killers he’s referring to. “Yeah, it was the clown. I swear to god, I inhaled so much of that shit my voice is going to start sounding like yours,” you smile, eyeing Bill with the fondness of grandpa’s favorite grandkid.

Bill rolls his eyes and it looks like he’s going to fire back some sass when suddenly Ace comes sauntering over to clap a hand on his back. “Sorry to interrupt, hot stuff, but I need you to come teach the new girl that trick against slugging.” Ace tilts his head towards where Feng and Elodie are sitting a couple yards away, both audibly pissed at having been left to bleed out on the ground.

“Oh, sure, sure.” Bill nods as he gets up from his seat, always one to have his priorities clearly in check. Another one of the unspoken rules. Someone needs some guidance in the trials, you give it to them without hesitation. You still owed Meg for teaching you how to slip into lockers quietly. “Wait— you uh, you gonna be okay on your own?” The old man is standing like he’s ready to go with Ace, but his eyes are hard and clearly telling you he’ll stay with you if you need him to.

Ace opens his mouth, probably to offer to keep you company, but you’re not like Bill. Waving them both off, your eyes fall on where Danny is crouched in the shadows. Your priorities are nowhere NEAR where they should be, you think, waiting for them to take a few steps away before you break your very cardinal rule: no sneaking away at the campfire.

His hands were on you immediately and your adrenaline ran hot in response. “You have to be quiet, Danny,” you reminded him quickly, keenly aware of his penchant for risky dirty talk.

“Aww, but I thought you hated it when I was quiet!” You couldn’t see his face behind his mask, but god, you could feel the dramatic pout. His fingers slid across your hips, pulling you into him aggressively. “Or do you just need some foreplay first?” He purred, one palm slipping down underneath your skirt to grab at the flesh of your ass. “Fuck, I love it when she puts you in this.”

“Danny!” You hissed, nerves ablaze with proximity-based anxiety. You were playing with fire by even letting him get this far and you knew it. Danny was the kind of guy who you couldn’t give an inch to because he’d take a yard and would make it feel so good you’d happily give him a mile no matter how many warning alarms went off in your head. “If any of them-“

“I know, I know, if any of them find out you’d be a pariah, blah blah blah... hey, I didn’t know you liked the old fucker so much,” Danny says completely casually, his palm smoothing over your asscheek absentmindedly.

You sigh, hating how you can already feel yourself melting a bit under his touch. “Feeling jealous?” You breathe, looking up into the black mesh that’s hiding his eyes from you.

He has the audacity to snort, the cocky son of a bitch. “Fuck no,” he chuckles light-heartedly. “You’re lucky I don’t spank you raw just for suggesting that.” You feel the points of his fingers dig into the skin of your ass with the threat. Suddenly his other hand is on your face, cradling your jaw gently. “I just wanna know more shit about you,” he says plainly, his two hands sending two very different signals to your touch-starved brain, both of them good.

You lean into the one that’s framing your cheek, hating yourself for how handsy you’re letting him be when you’re both close enough to hear Bill bark out directions. “Yeah? You wanna know who’s my bff back at the campfire?” It’s sarcastic and you know you immediately need to make up for it unless you want to tempt him into making you scream. You decide you’ll placate him by turning your face and pressing a kiss into his gloved palm. You think you catch the faintest sigh from him for your effort.

“I do,” he grunts as his hand turns to cover your mouth, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks. “I wanna know everything about you.” Coming from someone else, it might sound romantic. But Danny’s voice is dark, teetering on obsessive. From a different person, the words might paint a picture of lovely dates and idyllic late-night conversations. But from his masked mouth, they scream stalking. Looking at you when you don’t know he’s there, sifting through your belongings, hoarding candids of you that you’ll never know exist.

“So come on, is it the geezer? You know, thinking back on it, he does love to take hits for you,” Danny muses, his mood suddenly light again.

You roll your eyes, reaching up to pull his palm off your mouth when you feel his grip soften. “Sure, I guess Bill is my bff. I have to fight Ace for him though, so I don’t know how mutual it is,” you shrug. It’s irrelevant shit, you know it is, and you can’t see his face to make sure, but you suspect Danny’s listening intently to you anyways. Like he’d be happy to hear you prattle on about the social dynamics between the people he loves to gut. The undivided attention fills you with yearning and his gloved finger is in your mouth before the thought is even fully formed. You don’t know how much of your heat he can actually feel through the thick fabric, but based on how his fingers slip under your panties, it’s doing something for him.

“God, you’re such a slut,” he hisses, the fingers in your panties now prodding at your slit. “You don’t know how bad I want to pull out my dick and make you choke on it right now.” His arousal feeds yours like it always does and combined with the leather slipping between your folds, you don’t stand a chance. Fuck the rules. You lathe at his finger happily, but Danny has other plans and before you know it your mouth is empty. Your eyebrows pull up in confusion and he shushes you sweetly. “I wanna hear more,” he explains, his fingers inching towards your hole. “Tell me,” he urges, “tell me everything and I’ll make you cum, beautiful.”

His slow attack on you has you biting your lip and failing to decipher what he specifically wants to hear. “W... what do you want to— know?” You breathe, both of your hands finding themselves on his chest for support.

“Which one of them was your first friend here?” He asks as one of his long fingers penetrates you lazily. He wastes no time in establishing the sensual rhythm, but you know Danny, and you know it’ll all stop unless you play his weird games. Today, it’s whatever the hell this line of questioning is.

You blink, trying to come up with an answer while he massages your walls. “Meg,” you finally answer, your nails digging into the leather covering his chest. He doesn’t answer right away and you bite back a smile. “The redhead,” you clarify. Of course he wouldn’t know anybody’s names, duh, you’re letting a killer fingerfuck you right now.

Pleased that you’ve caught onto what he wants, Danny slips another finger into you and makes you keen like a teenager. “Who would you bring back with you, if you could go back to your old life?” Both the question and the spot his second finger rubs up against take you by surprise and you almost cry out. The contrast between how well you know each other’s most sensitive spots and how little you know about each other’s ‘old lives’ gives you a weird feeling in your stomach. “Shhh,” Danny taunts happily, “we have to be quiet, remember?” His smirk is pretty much audible as he throws your words back in your face.

You shoot him a glare in response but grab onto one of his outfit’s tendrils to hopefully try and ground yourself. “Who’s your bff?” You suddenly ask, taking you both by surprise. His fingers keep moving but it’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to flip his inquiry back on him. You can't blame him, you weren't expecting you to do that either. The quiet milliseconds feel like hours and you find yourself starting to sweat a bit more. Fuck, was that not okay? His fingers stay inside you, moving at their same rhythm, but you're to busy overthinking to keep climbing towards your orgasm right now.

“Amanda, probably,” Danny responds with a small shrug. You feel yourself start to breathe again. “Oh,” he giggles, “you wouldn’t know her name, right. The Pig,” he clarifies quickly before shifting his focus to your clit.

A sigh tumbles out of you as he rubs it with just enough pressure to make you sink your nails into the cloth of the tendril. Like always, Danny’s mind and body seem to be on two different paths as he starts plunging his digits in faster. “Danny,” you beg, desperately wanting a beat to think about the information he just gave you but not finding it in his new rhythm.

“Come on, you didn’t answer my second question. You’re lucky you look so fucking hot right now or else I’d leave you high and dry... well, maybe I will...” he threatens and you press your forehead into his chest, trying to communicate how badly you do /not/ want that to happen.

“Fuck, fuck,” you pant, brain whirring trying to remember his question. Honestly? It’d been so long since you let yourself think of your ‘old life,’ you didn’t really have an answer thought out. “I don’t— know,” you pull back to look at him through his mask, “I don’t think about my old— my old life anymore.” You’re not sure if it’ll piss him off because you’ve again failed to answer the question but Danny tends to like honesty so you pray he lets it slide. Because, fuck, his thumb on your clit like it is has you ready to drench him at any moment.

He’s quiet for a second. His head tilts. And then you hear his gruff sigh and suddenly his pace becomes even more lethal. Your knees buckle but his other hand wraps around your waist like a vice and you swear some of the tendrils seem to reach out towards you too. If you thought it felt heavenly before, it was nothing compared to how he was touching you now. Your own hand has to slap across your mouth to stop you from moaning like a whore. “Good,” he hisses, his voice low. “Don’t ever think about it,” he demands, “you’re here, now.” Your vision swims as you tear up, his assault on your heat making you shake. “You’re never getting rid of me, you understand?” His voice sounds obsessive again but it only gets you hotter.

You both know you’re going to cum any second, there’s no way you could properly respond to the insane shit he’s saying right now, you can barely even process it. So, instead, you choose to be risky again and move the hand that’s covering your mouth to his neck instead and pull his mask to meet your lips.

Your eyes jam shut as your hips seize and sharp jolts of white-hot pleasure wrack your entire being. You hope you’re quiet but honestly, mid-orgasm you can only hear Danny’s erratic panting. For a few precious seconds, while your body is flooded with endorphins from his ministrations, it’s just you and him. Your mouth pulls away slightly while you ride the orgasm but he closes the distance between you instantly, pressing his masked mouth to yours.

The blood pounding in your ears starts to slow down and your eyes open back up slowly. You’re so close you can see through the mesh and into his irises. His pupils are completely blown out and it gives him a downright feral look you know should really scare you. But it doesn’t. After all, that’s the real first rule you broke.

You pull away and lean your head on his shoulder when you start to worry he'll hear how your heart is beating out of your chest, your panting far quieter now though it’s still rugged as hell. “Who...” you pipe up when you feel his fingers slip out of you, “who would you...?” Your brain is still way too fuzzy from the hormones to fully articulate what you mean. Hopefully he gets that you’re asking his question back and doesn’t think you just sound like an idiot—

You feel his chest shake when he rumbles out a chuckle above you. From where you’re angled, you get to watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth from behind the mask. A small groan escapes him at tasting you and your chest soars with confidence. He thinks you taste good. Better than good, given how much time he’s spending savoring every last drop on his tongue. You almost forget about your question at the show, but you remember instantly when his raspy voice rattles out, “isn’t it obvious?”

You blink slowly and then suddenly you feel a swell of affection for him as you get his meaning.

Out of everyone, even the killers, you. He’d choose you.