#thanks for the submission darling xD

[v3nusxsky]

Hey ^^ could I request a Larissa x fem!reader where the reader is bratty all day so when the school day is over Larissa shows reader where and to whom reader belongs. Of course smut and maybe small aftercare? You can use any kinks you see fit for their dynamic (I’m kinky person so I don’t mind anything really xd)

thank you and hope you have wonderful day <3

My brat 18+

*Authors note~ my last request (was at the time I wrote this) and I'm all officially caught up for my darling Larissa Weems <3 two new requests but here's some long awaited smutty goodness*

Trigger warnings~ brat r / dom l mommy kink overstimulation oral toys punishment praise/degrading fucked dumb

Prompt~ see ask^^^

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Yours and Larissa relationship was common knowledge around the walls of Nevermore. At first it was staff members only but soon enough the students started to put two and two together and came up with four. Truthfully neither of you mind the school knowing, all they knew was that you and their headmistress had the kind of love written about in books and seen on movies. The type of love that you dream of wishing to someday have as your own. Then again that being said, they knew what you showed them what happened behind closed doors would always remain private, just for the two of you. And that's how you liked it.

This particular day you had only morning classes and truthfully you were bored. Larissa was busy as usual, not able to give you the attention you wanted, no needed. You weren't above playing dirty to get it either and that's how you formed a plan to gain it. You would break every rule the two of you had agreed on. Every. Single. One. Oh and when she found out you were in for the night of your life. Or so you hoped.

By the end of the day Larissa was hanging on by a thread, you had sent over pictures, voice notes, detailed texts that looked more like essays of what you desired her to do to you and even gone into your toy box to add to the pictures. Safe to say she was truly in need of playing with you, but clearly that's what you were aiming for so naturally she had to make you wait. To achieve that she stayed later than normal in her office after sending you a simple text, one she knew would absolutely drive you wild.

Arriving to your shared chambers she found you exactly where she'd told you to be. You sat on the edge of the bed, head tilted downwards in submission, stripped bare for her. She praised you as she stepped off also. She instructed you to lay flat on your back and she made quick work of restricting your arms and legs. A blind fold neatly placed over your eyes, ensuring you couldn't see a thing. "Now what was it you said earlier my love? Please remind me" she murmured into your ear before retreating to admire her handy work. When you failed to answer her question she brought her hand down against your thigh, delighting in the way it instantly reddened as you yelped out "fuck mommy I said I want you to treat me like a toy and use me till I can't say anything but your name. That I'd be so good for you mommy, touch me, do anything you please just god mommy" you finished reminding her of a few of your texts to be cut off with a moan as her fingers teased your soaked core.

"Such a pretty slut all laid out for mommy aren't you? My toy to use isn't that right?" She purred before moving to grab something. You were left anticipating what would happen, just which of your fantasies would she be acting on today? The answer was given quickly as you felt the vibrator being strapped to your aching cunt. Only when it was secured did Larissa move away from you with a final kiss and get settled in, perfect view of you. She wanted to watch every little reaction you would have as she edged you over and over. To watch you come so close to getting some release before she cruelly ripped it away from you.

With a simple click of the button she was able to do exactly that. You were edged 5 times for the amount of times you had sent pictures of yourself to her that day. By the time she switched it off and untied it from you, you were desperately begging her to give you something, anything just more. She couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic her toy was. "Oh darling, look at you, look at how needy you are for your mommy?" All you could do is whimper at her, "please."

"Oh my pretty whore, your needy cunt is leaking all over the sheets, is that all for me?" She purred coming up to free you from the blindfold. "All for you mommy, all yours" you whined still unable to move your limbs to get what you wanted from her. She moved to help your head tilt forward to see just what a mess you were making, the sight alone causing you to whine for her "mommy touch me"

"Oh no, I was going to give you what you needed, but my slut has lost her manners" she reprimanded you while moving to straddle your head. "Now you're going to be my good little whore and please your mommy and prove you deserve to cum" she commanded before lowering herself onto your mouth. Just like the eager slut you truly were you immediately started to use your mouth, exactly how you knew would drive her wild. You were instantly rewarded with pleasured whines and mewls. You couldn't help but moan at the taste of your lover, the vibrations around her aching pussy only aided her climb to the edge of climax.

Although you were pleasuring her she remained in complete control, ordering and controlling your every action. That fact drove you absolutely wild. "Such a good slut for mommy darling make me cum all over they dirty mouth of yours" was moaned out from the women above you, spurring you on despite the fact your tongue and jaw were tiring you were determined to please your lover. It wasn't long until you were rewarded by a loud high pitched moan and wetness flooding from her core. You made sure to lap up every last drop before she removed herself from your face, laughing at how you were trying to dart your tongue around your chin in an attempted to get the slick that coated your chin.

In your distracted state, Larissa had time to complete strap up and join you back on the bed, teasing your entrance and coating it with your own slick. "Such a dirty girl for mommy hmm, you're so wet you don't even need lube darling" she hummed out in a teasing manner knowing exactly how needy you were. She loved how you lay there still tied up completely at her mercy and ever so desperate for her. Your whines of need were certainly getting uncontrollable even though you were trying to hide them in an attempt to behave. "Beg" she purred into your ear, you immediately let out a string of desperate pleas, only to be cut off turning into moans of pleasure, by feeling her length pushing into you and stretching out your dripping cunt.

It was almost as if Larissa could feel how your walls milked the fake cock for all it was worth, her thrusts becoming frenzied with every whine and whimper you released. Your hips bucking uncontrollably to meet her ruthless thrusts begging for harder, faster and deeper. This time she gave you the permission you needed to let go and you did. Over and over again as she forced orgasm after orgasm from your tired body. "Mommy can't no more, please mommy" you whined pathetically knowing nothing would stop the women from achieving what she wanted. "No darling, you wanted this now you're going to shut up and take it like the filthy whore you are for me" she commanded while untying you and flipping you over before slamming back into you. She knew it wouldn't take much to throw you over the edge one more time, and with her pace and a quick bite to your shoulder, you came with a loud cry. She gently brought you down from your high loving just how blissed out you were. Half hooded eyes, shaking limbs, mouth gaping open as you tried to formulate a sentence. Here, like this, Larissa was sure she'd never had such a beautiful women in her bed. And neither did she want anyone other than you bellow her.

After disappearing to gather a cool wash cloth she immediately started to clean you up as you whined and whimpered in protest. "Hush darling, im just cleaning you up my love I promise, no more okay? You did such a good job for mommy, such a good girl for me." She reassured quickly hurrying to be able to join you in bed and hold you close. That was how you drifted off to sleep, blissfully fucked into a dumb state and snuggled up to your love. For you there wasn't any better way to end the night.

Word count ~ 1578

[rat-bitch-kins-the-fae]

as I am becoming more active on this app, I figured it's probably beneficial to have an intro/bio thingy, so this'll be that!

on here I'll go by RattyKins or just pretty much any pet names, honey, darling, etc. (certain gendered nicknames like prince or princess are okay too, if you're unsure just ask!) and if it's petplay type stuff I prefer bunny!

I'm 18 and a june gemini (for those that especially care about zodiac signs)

I'd prefer if minors didn't interact, but I'm not in charge of you, and kinda don't care enough to check profiles so... ya know, not much else to do about it

I'm nonbinary and use they/them pronouns

I'm single, demiromantic and demisexual, open to either polyamory or monogamy, and have no real preferences other than "taller than me" (incredibly easy to do, I'm literally 4'11" XD)

I'm open to any messages or asks and don't mind flirting (though I can be a bit oblivious sometimes)

as far as I'm aware from my limited sexual experiences, I'm a bottom and a submissive-leaning switch, so like, do with that what you will I guess

I can't really think of much else to put here so, thanks for reading I guess? idk, have a nice day!

[crisiscutie]

Hello sweetie! 💜 I hope you don't mind dropping much love for you while I'm going to give you some numbers for the Fanfic Author Asks 💜

No. 3, 24, 35, 36, 37

You don't have to answer all of them since 5 questions might be a lot, so feel free to answer those which currently floats your boat~

Love you and keep up your amazing writing 💜💜💜💜💜

Thanks for the ask! 💜

3. tell me about one of your fics you think is underrated/underappreciated.

A good deal of them, honestly. It's hard to choose, but I think I'll choose this one.

24. What are some of your favourite tropes?

Mind control is one of them. I also love Happily Married since I'm weak for Husband/Wife dynamics. And one I love most? Animal motifs. I like associating different animals with different characters. I like to think the Sephiroths associate their darlings with different animals. Examples being:

Daughter Darling: 🦢 (Silver color, Beauty, Purity, Innocence, Transformation and Grace. Mates for Life)

Momster Darling (true form of Daughter Darling): 🦑 because she's a pinky tentacled momster and also 🐆(because she has big cat-personality traits like hissing or showing her belly to Father Sephiroth to denote submission)

Older Sister/Nee-San Darling: 🐇(Rebirth, Fertility, Trickery, Luck because of the nepotism she benefitted from) Every time 7R Sephiroth sees a big, squishy bunny, he always thinks of his Nee-San xD

Domestic Darling: Multiple contenders, honestly. 🦌 because it represents nature, fertility, peace, and longevity. 🐁 for her resourcefulness, sneakiness, and playful relationship with her catboy Fluffy Sephy. 🐻 for her protective instincts, bond with nature, dedication to her family and her physical power (I'd imagine she'd fight just like Tifa in her SOLDIER days)

Dissidia Darling: 🦋 (Purple butterflies normally, but pink for her EVA incarnation)

Any more ideas or suggestions? Let me know.

35. What's your fic with the saddest ending?

From Sephiroth's Christmas Kids AU. I feel like this is happy and sad because of how things came to be, but at least they ended on a potentially better note.

36. What's your fic with the happiest ending?

I answered this before but I can give another Domestic AU fic.

37. Do you have any older fics you would consider rewriting?

Definitely. A few contenders are an old AC Sephy fic, Venus and a few others. Might even do a poll about it.

[lil-melody-moon]

Hi darling❤️ Here’s a few Uncle Ernie pics to thank you for the masterclass today 🫶🏻 love ya heheh

*I know the effect Uncle Ernie has on you so don’t die please🤣*

My tiny self seeing him:

...Masterclass she says while I was writing all of that when I was bored during classes...

HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I NOT DIE?! THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO ME WITH HIM, OH GOD, MY BIG MOUTH The character that did two things to me: literally kicked out the promise I've made to myself to never fall for fictional character again AND the one that makes me as submissive as a tiny mouse can be - he can tie me up, he can use me for his own pleasure, he can ravish me, I can become his pet if he wants, I don't mind, I'll be even thankful for that!

*takes a deep breath*

I just kicked myself upon deciding to even tell you about him, did I? Once you'll watch "Tommy" I'll be even more screwed BUT actually I've decided to make some changes to the AU I have in this musical thanks to that - version I don't know which, there's so many and I can't fucking decide - so that's a plus.

Also you have a fucking timing you know that? I had very dirty thoughts about him today - still have them, those pics are not fucking helping ;//////////////////////////; Thinking about Uncle Ernie fucking me was better than paying attention to history class, oh so much better, you have no idea <3

ANYWAY

Oh my God, I'm losing my shit

I'm gonna tell you a story related to the last pic, thanks to which I can't look at it without getting wet, because why not? I already said what I said above, what the hell!

So, it won't be a surprise when I say that I have wet dreams with Keith and with Uncle Ernie - separated ones, threesome with them is a deadly combo for me, we will not speak about it in this post - and so I had one with Uncle Ernie a few months ago. This pervert got the splendid idea, the first thing in the morning that I should sit on his face. He was excited about it like a tiny child and I did agree. This was the wettest dream I had in this year, I couldn't pull myself together and on top of that, this last photo was the first one I saw upon opening Pinterest. I just looked at it and had that thought cross my mind: "I sat on this face..." and got so fucking turned on I literally couldn't sit XD

And like, you can imagine, judging by my reactions what happens when I watch "Tommy", I don't go through this musical well - the last time I was shaking for 15 minutes and couldn't calm down after seeing him - the "Fiddle About" scene lasts from 2 to 3 minutes, I even begged to skip it, this is how bad I have it with him.

And yep, this is the same level I have with Keith, I'm literally fucked, don't you think? XD

[amethystina]

Nine people you'd like to get to know better

I was tagged by @fr-wiwiw! Thank you so much, darling 💜

3 Ships

I guess I'll just make it easy for myself and pick the ones I'm currently most focused on writing fanfics for? xD

Kang Yo Han/Kim Ga On - The Devil Judge

5-8/Yoon Sa Wol - Black Knight

Seo Moon Jo/Yoon Jong Woo - Strangers From Hell

First ship

Destiel. If we're going by the first ship I got REALLY invested in.

Last Song

MAISON - Dreamcatcher

It's my girls 💜

Currently Reading

The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite

It's a delightful F/F historical romance! And SUCH an improvement from the book I read a couple of days ago which was a M/M fantasy romance which SHOULD have been good, had it not COMPLETELY failed at the power balance in the BDSM relationship. I mean, I admit I'm no expert, but even I can do better and writing isn't even my job.

Okay, there were a lot of other things that were wrong with that book — like the lazy world-building, repetitive characters, repetitive tropes, predictable plot etc. — but the thing that upset me the most was the power balance. Or lack thereof. I do NOT find it enjoyable to read about a sheltered and emotionally abused nineteen-year-old who is an unrecognised and powerless bastard child of a noble and so small and frail he is described as having hollowed-out bones like a bird, ending up as the submissive to a 27-year-old prince built like a tank and with enough influence, political power, and magic to literally rule an entire kingdom.

Like, knock yourself out if that's your thing ��� I'm happy for you — but it just felt icky to me.

I much prefer my astronomy lesbians, thank you.

Last Movie

I genuinely can't remember since I've watched so little lately. I think it might have been Gunpowder Milkshake back during New Year's?

I should maybe do something about that.

Currently Craving

Sleep. Or anything containing sugar to combat how tired I am. I couldn't sleep last night so today has been rough. But tomorrow will most likely be even rougher. I'm most likely going to end up with a fever. So yeah.

I tag whoever wants to do it! :D

[anotherghoul666]

✨️Get to know me!✨️

Tagged by @devoured-by-shadows thanks buddy!! 🤘🤘

Share your wallpaper:

It's Gaerea's singer creature on his knees because why not ❤️

Last song you listened to: Drag me Under - Sleep Token

Currently reading: Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Last movie: I legit don't remember, I'm not a movie person at all.

Craving: sushi, specifically salmon sashimi. And a good submission play session / pain play / kneeling. As one does xD

Currently wearing: Cellar Darling black band t-shirt, black jeans, my work shoes because I'm at work.

How tall are you: a friend said to me a couple of days back I was "of the smol variety" which I thought was cheeky and fun XD I'm 5'3 3/4

Piercings: only the right ear. I had tons of piercings plans and I learned over that year of working on that year that my body does not like to heal piercings at all. It was enough of a disaster I never wanted to risk it again after three.

Tattoos: that my body heals beautifully, fortunately cause I'm addicted XD Right leg, calf and thigh, and a side of my back is done. I want to be covered.

Glasses/contact lenses: hell yeah to glasses, since I was a kid. I can't see past an arm's length without them. Contacts only for metal shows where I go in the pit cause I got glasses broken before. But I hate wearing them, I'm too oversensitive to tolerate them long.

Last drink: water. Besides that, a papaya-banana-chocolate smoothie.

Last show: currently showing Criminal Minds to my life partner, we're at the end of season 2.

Last thing you ate: mushroom and spinach pasta with lots of parmesan cheese.

Favorite color: black. For those that say it's not a color, then blood red / oxblood and purple as a whole.

Current obsession: Gaerea, Sleep Token, Ghost, aka the masked metal band of hotties trifecta.

Unrelated obsession: well everything's related but BDSM as a community and a lifestyle.

Pets: two cats! A 13 years old grumpy dictator of a fat brown tabby who I exist to serve XD And a 10 years old smol orange, which should tell you all you need to know about her crackhead personality XD

Do you have a crush on someone? Listen, I'm poly, I'm non-mono, my love freeflows out of me and into the world, I'm a flirty fuck who tries shit, and I have no intention to turn that affection faucet off. I have a ton of crushes active at all times and I'm open for those who vibe with my energy and meet me up to where I set my own bar. It's fun! ❤️

Favorite fictional character: impossible to choose one, there are so many! I guess my immediate thought was Hannibal from the tv series?

Last place I travelled to: I travel locally whenever I can, me and my life partner fancy ourselves a good road trip, so many small cities around the province and stuff like that. Internationally my last trip was the US in 2017 for a metal festival 🤘

Tagging yeah I'm tagging all of yall again XD @joeynihil @idkhowbut-art @mibo-nin @miasmaghoul @traayaa @belle--ofthebrawl @nocturnalghoul @askingforthesun no pressure and only if you haven't done it before and it sounds fun!

[ronmanmob]

[nobunagas-chatelaine]

Ikemen Sengoku comforting a MC that is feeling sick

Platonic! MC x suitor

1. Nobunaga Oda :

He calls you to his tenshu and lets you rest near his huge balcony while seeing the stars. Asks you if you're feeling okay or not from time to time. Feeds you konpeito as a reward. Huffs when you don't like them. Whistles in the air for Haguro and demands that he entertain you.

2. Hideyoshi Toyotomi :

Prohibits you from doing any work at all. You have to lay down and rest. Don't worry, your older brother will arrive with a tub of water and a clean cloth to put on your forehead. Cleans up your room as he rambles about Mitsuhide's deeds. Notices you sleeping an hour later.

3. Masamune Date :

Brings his tiger to snuggle with you and to provide you comfort. Makes your favourite dishes and soup. Feeds you soup even though your nose is blocked and you can't taste it very well. Sad boy when you tell him that you're full and can't eat anymore.

(Will you eat sexy eyepatch daddy's cooking? Cause I sure will)

4. Mitsuhide Akechi :

Stops teasing you for once and actually gets serious. Wraps you up in a 100 layers and tells you to sleep like the darling mouse you are. Spies on you to make sure you eat. Threatens to use "unfair means" to tease you to submission if you don't listen to him. Smirks when you make a pouty face.

5. Ieyasu Tokugawa :

Actually knows what to do in this scenario. Gives you the appropriate food and medicine. Let's you braid his hair after you plead with him a million times. You heal quickly thanks to Ieyasu's vast knowledge of medicine. Blushes when you thank him for taking care of you.

6. Mitsunari Ishida :

Clueless boy tries his best. Reads you stories with his soothing voice. Calls Ieyasu for help and gets scolded by Ieyasu. Smiles at you goofily when you tell him to answer Ieyasu back with the same demeanor. Forgets you exist when he starts reading his books.

7. Keiji Maeda :

Tells you to go horseback riding with him or climb a tree with him and gets spanked by Hideyoshi. Tries very hard to come up with a good reasoning for you to climb up a tree and fails. Makes you laugh by saying extremely shitty jokes. Later he tries to climb a tree, sees a snake and pisses his pants.

(Sorry Keiji XD)

8. Ranmaru Mori

Brings you peaches and volunteers to massage your shoulders or any area that you feel pain. Gets flustered when you tell him to dance for you. Carries you around if you need to be somewhere and realizes that you still need more rest. Guards you at night even though there are soldiers outside and inside the castle.

9. Kenshin Uesugi :

Tries to "kill" this so called virus which he heard from Sasuke. Goes into big brother mode and chases Shingen away when he comes to flirt with you. Only him, Ume, Take, and Matsu are allowed to visit you. He doesn't want anyone to bother his sister.

10. Shingen Takeda :

Thinks flirting will make you feel well and has clearly never been more wrong in his whole life. Tells the cook to prepare your favourite sweets and hot soup. Wants to feed you but later is withheld by a meeting. Sends you a hairclip as a get well soon gift.

11. Yukimura Sanada :

Tries very hard to not get into a stupid fight with you. Calls you a dummy for falling sick and not taking care of yourself. Is shocked when you start crying and confused when you fall asleep after that. Is very unfamiliar with the concept of "mood swings". Grumbles about it and later gets sick too because he slipped on a banana peel and fell into the castle pond.

(MC set him up lmaoo)

12. Sasuke Sarutobi :

His knowledge of modern medicine was immense, but unfortunately there weren't many tools to work with in the Sengoku period. Tries to cheer up his modern day bff with vines and tiktok dances he learnt. Later they both fangirl about Ieyasu and scream. Sasuke is now prohibited from visiting MC's room because he gave her a sore throat from all that laughing.

13. Kanetsugu Naoe :

Can't care more about some rat being sick. He still helps you though, by telling you he has postponed your punishment. It doesn't help much, but you know Kanetsugu is warming up to you. Fangirls about Kenshin to you and later gets caught by Sasuke. He later is seen chasing the ninja throughout the castle.

14. Yoshimoto Imagawa :

Lets you lay your head on his lap as he plays with your hair. Massages your scalp very gently and makes sure everything you need is available. Offers you freshly cut up fruit and chats with you all day long. Surprised to hear that you too have an exquisite eye for clothes and fashion. Wants to go shopping with you someday.

15. Motonari Mouri :

Tells his men to steer the ship a little slowly and barks at anyone who says that the new girl made him weak. Takes you out on the deck to get your mind off your sickness. Cooks for you and scoffs when you tell him he added too much salt. Surprised to see you sleep walking on the deck late at night and asks what were you doing. He remembers being knocked out by someone and wakes up with a bruised nose the very next day.

(MC sleep-punched Moto)

16. Kicho :

Gives you chocolate which he got from a foreign trader. Happy to see you're all well and smiling now. Offers to give you a bigger room if that is what will make you happy. Clicks his tongue when you tell him that you don't need a bigger room or any fancy treatment. Disgusted when Motonari comes to visit and winks at you saying that it will make you feel better.

17. Kennyo :

Prays for you and for your health. Gives you herbs and advice on how to take care of yourself properly next time. Brews warm tea for you and gives you snacks. Insists you rest up and not care about anything else for the meantime. Will definitely get Ranmaru to dance for you if that is what the situation asked for.

[fawad-khan]

professor ‘fuck me a lot’

A/N: so tom in that esquire interview and that instagram story did things to me ajhsuifhf so here we are! also this is my first professor tom fic hehe. beta read by the lovely @parkerpeter24​ (title credit goes to her too XD)

Masterlist

Pairing- professor!tom holland x student!reader

Warning- smut, thigh riding,swearing, unprotected sex, teacher-student relationship(?), wrap it before you tap it! (all characters are 18+ btw)

Word Count- 3.4k+

Summary- you catch tom in a compromising position.

Thomas Stanley Holland, the new professor was the talk of every single student in the college. He was young, and very smart and knew his subjects well. He had a way with his teaching that made everyone’s ear perk up and pay attention to whatever he was teaching. Everyone was impressed by how he taught from a different perspective, in the sense that he not just gave a lecture, he explained in such a way that each person could visualise and convert the picture into their own words.

He was also very undeniably  attractive. He had attractive features. His chocolate brown dolomite eyes, soft looking lush brown hair, pink kissable lips that so many girls (and even some guys) dreamt of kissing over and over again, desirable cheekbones and the suits he wore for his lectures made him look so fine, drawing attention and he somehow managed to pull you towards him as well.

As if his looks weren’t enough, it was also his voice, and how it sounded like music to your ears. He certainly had a way with his words. Many times you had yourself what would it be like to have that same voice whisper dirty things in your ears. You remember the day he stepped into the classroom on his first day of teaching you.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tom Holland, and I will be teaching you literature from today onwards. I can see lots of bright faces here," he gazed around the room as he continued, "now, before we get started I would like to get everyone's names and just ask some questions in general, that is what we will do first. So why don't we start with," he took a list from his desk and called out a few names, who stood up and introduced themselves.

"(Y/n) (l/n)?" You heard your name being called out. You got up and politely introduced yourself. 

"I actually have a very good report on you here, miss (y/n). Are you that interested in literature? And please sit down if you want." He beamed, but you continued to stand anyway, admiring him already.

"Well, actually I have really been fond of reading lots of books since childhood and always had a hobby of writing small stories and poems and such for the school part so I guess that is how I realized I wanted to delve further into the subject."

"Well I must say, that's very impressive. And do you have any plans after you complete and procure your bachelor's degree?"

"Actually yeah, I have dreamt of being a writer so I would very much like to succeed in that. Otherwise, being a college professor is another option, where I'd love to teach about various literature works."

"That is very good, miss (y/n). Well that is all for now and I'm looking forward to teaching all of you, you all seem like very talented students."

"Thank you, professor Holland." Everyone chorused. He picked up a book from his desk and began to teach. He certainly knew his subject very well, for unlike the previous professor who had managed to bore all of you last year, you found yourself paying attention to every single word he said.

Of course, as time passed, there were more and more girls who always discussed him, innocent things at first like how great a teacher he was and something like he was the cutest professor they ever had. It gradually escalated to how hot he was and how many girls were willing to do him in his classroom and so on.

You would rather die than admit, but you did have a crush on your teacher. A major, at that one. It wasn’t that often that you got a teacher like him, anyway. Maybe that was a small reason why you tried harder in his class and excelled more. He was also often very pleased with your work and had grown to favour you, seeing that you indeed had a lot of potential and admired how you always submitted everything on time and how you were always punctual and overall how dedicated you were in his classes. You had gradually grown to become one of his favourite students.

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It was a Thursday evening, the clock ticking 7pm as you finally finished your due work of the week. As usual, you gathered your sheets and checked it again to make sure there were no errors. Once you were satisfied, you stapled them and put them neatly in a plastic folder and made your way to Tom’s room for submission. He had made a rule that students could either email their respective essays and papers or physically submit it to him either in the classroom or personally in his room in case someone wanted a little guidance as well.

Checking your appearance to make sure there were no stains or anything like that on you or your dress, you took your file and made your way towards his room for submission. You gave a soft knock and waited for him to open the door. No response. You knocked again. Again, no response of opening the door. Although, you could hear his voice, so he probably was on the phone or in a meeting or something.

You turned the knob of the door and quietly, swung the door open and entered the room. Closing the door behind you, you turned right to walk towards his table and saw something you never thought you'd see.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, sir!" You exclaimed, making him startled and jump in his seat.

He was in a webinar session. With no pants on. He was only in a formal shirt and underwear and a pair of socks. You could very clearly see his thighs which were naked in your sight. The thighs you had only dreamt of riding in your dreams. 

He hastingly said something about some technical issues and that he would have to leave and left the webinar and walked across the room to his closet to quickly get some pants. He grabbed the first pair he could see and before he could put it on, your brain decided to blurt out something you wouldn't have dared to ever say to your professor.

"Don't put them on!" You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, your file dropping on the floor. Your whole face went red as soon as those words left your mouth, your knees shaking with nervousness.

He stood in his place, stunned. He could not believe the words that just came out of your mouth.

“What- what did you just say?”

“I -uh” you stammered, covering your face again and taking a deep breath. He walked towards you and took your hand and held it, his other hand holding your chin and making you look up into his eyes.

“Say it again, darling. There is no harm.” he said in a calm and husky voice that made you feel giddy and weak at the knees. “Go on, now.” his fingers gently pushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

You looked into his eyes. Your heart was beating at a very furious pace. A fire was surging in you as his fingers had touched your skin. 

“I said, don’t put them on.” you whispered slowly, your voice lingering in his ears. He smirked and brought his lips closer to your ear and whispered, “and why is it so?” his voice lulled you to him, his one hand resting on your cheek and his other hand lowering to your waist, pulling you closer to him. “don’t be shy, say what you have to say.”

"It's because," you paused, a new wave of confidence flowing through you. This was now or never. "It's because I want to ride them."

"Hmm is that so?" He hummed, lazily nibbling your earlobe, making you hot and bothered. He stepped back and sat on his chair and held out his hand. You took it and he pulled you on his lap and held you tight by the waist with one hand. His other hand cupped your jawline and pulled your face closer so your lips were only millimetres apart from touching.

"Then be a good girl and ride me" with that he wasted no time and crashed his lips on yours, you reciprocating the kiss immediately. Your eyes fluttered shut, so did his. The feeling of his soft, smooth lips felt more amazing than you had fantasized in your dreams. You tilted your head to grant him more access. 

He bit your lips gently, making you moan into his mouth. Your fingers flew to pull his soft hair strands, messing them up as he deepened the kiss and you gently grinded your hips against his.

You were the first to pull away from the kiss, gasping slightly for air to breathe. His hair was slightly messed up, he was out of breath and both of you had flushed faces. The sexual tension that was subtle before was more thick and more prominent.

"I better lock the door, huh? Don't want anyone to walk in on us?" You asked, looking at him. He nodded in response as you got up and went to lock the latch on his door. Now no one would interrupt the two of you.

"Ride me, darling. Be a good girl for me." The raspy voice made you feel wet as you repositioned yourself so now you were sitting on his left thigh, with his thigh pressed against your clothed pussy, making you let out a moan.

You pressed your clothed pussy and began to rock your hips up and down, feeling a sense of pleasure jolting in you. As you increased your pace, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You held his shoulders for support as you grinded faster, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his thigh.

“Oh my, fuckkk” you moaned out, arching your back as grinded even faster, feeling that you wouldn’t last very long. Tom meanwhile was watching you, feeling his pants getting a little tight at the sight of you riding his thigh. He couldn’t help but let out a groan as he watched you ride your high. With time, he was attracted to you and always imagined what you would be like in bed. He had always fantasised but never thought he would be here in this situation.

“You’re doing great, darling ohhh” he groaned out, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as his hands held you firmly by the waist.

“God I’m gonna cum!” you moaned out, holding his shoulders tight for support as you felt yourself releasing, soaking heavily through your panties and shorts. Your movement became slower as you rode out your high, stopping a few seconds later, panting and sweating heavily. You opened your eyes to look at him all flustered and lips parted.

"Woah" was what came out of his mouth. He gently held you and placed you on his right thigh and the both of you could see a shiny wet spot where you had come just a few seconds ago. He looked back at you and smirked, making you go red.

"I don't normally do this with my students, you must know that."

"Oh that's, great I guess."

"Would you mind if I did what I wanted to do to a student whom I happen to be attracted to?" He whispered huskily, lips dancing dangerously over yours.

"And what would that be? Care to elaborate, sir?" You asked, looking into his eyes again.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough, darling." With that he kissed you, this time with more heat and passion as though he was holding all his desires as he inserted his tongue into the kiss, exploring your mouth. You kissed him with equal amount of passion and lust, running your hands in his hair.

His lips left yours and pressed kisses on your jawline and neck, sucking your skin gently till he found your sweet spot and sucked a hickey there.

"Careful there sir, don't want people to see that." You gasped out, head thrown back.

"Say my name, dear. Wanna hear it from your pretty lips." He mumbled against your neck.

"Tom!" you whimpered, making him groan as he went back up to kiss you again on your lips. One hand went down to unbutton his shirt and touched his amazingly toned chest. Your fingers danced and touched every part of his chest, every touch sending tingles down Tom's spine, making him bite your lip gently.

He cupped your right thigh and squeezed it, wrapping it around his waist loosely. He held you by the waist firmly and picked you up and placed you gently on his desk, not breaking the kiss for even a second.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked into your eyes again. His orbs were dark with lust.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He said huskily, his hand slowly lowering down to your waist and slipping under the hem of your top, making contact with your skin. His touch ignited a fire in you. His fingers drew circles on your curves, sending you tingles of pleasure.

"Don't…..stop…." You trailed off, closing your eyes again, enjoying the feeling of him touching you.

His hands played with the hem of your top before taking it off and stepping back for a moment, looking at you. You were already a mess, your hair strands sticking out wildly, sitting on his desk, looking at him desiringly.

“You are so gorgeous, did you know?”

“Thanks.” you covered your face with your hands. He stepped forward and removed your hands gently, looking at you. He pressed kisses on your neck and collarbone, his hand trailing down to your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Slowly, he pulled them down to the floor, leaving you only in your bra and panties. 

He continued to kiss you on your chest, unhooking your bra in an instant, exposing your breasts. He took one of your breasts in one hand massaging it gently, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. His other hand went down to your panties, fingers touching your clothed cunt which was very soaked and he teased you through the material, eliciting a moan from you. Smirking, he hooked his fingers at the hem of your panties, inserting them inside to come in contact with your pussy.

He inserted a finger inside your wet folds, pumping in and out at a slow speed. His mouth switched to suck on your other breast as he increased his speed of thrust. You were by now a moaning mess, moaning his name out again and again while pulling at his curls. You were now very much turned on and very horny, craving him more and more. He inserted a second finger, thrusting faster, making you cum a second time.

He took his mouth away from your nipple with a pop sound and came up to meet your lips again. He finally took out his fingers out of your now swollen clit and pulled away from you, licking them clean, never breaking eye contact with you.

“You taste so delicious, dear.” he groaned out, making you want him more than ever now. You pulled him towards you by the collar and began unbuttoning his coat and shirt, running your hands over his toned abs, enjoying the feeling. He stepped closer, pressing his clothed hard-on against your soaked and clothed pussy, making you groan in pleasure. You couldn’t wait anymore. You needed him now.

“Tom…...please….” you groaned out, making him smirk.

“Please what? Use your words, darling.”

“Please….I need you now.” you groaned as you felt his hard-on press against you even more, making you buck your hips up and down.

“Gladly.” he threw his hanging coat and shirt off his body on the floor, pulling his underwear down to the floor, now completely naked in front of you. He stood in front of you, looking heavenly with his body glistening with sweat and his hair a complete mess. His cock was hard and the tip was flush pink with a little precum leaking. You took off your bra and panties and threw them across the room while he spread the precum and pumped his cock. He stepped forward and pressed a lazy kiss on your lips, aligning his cock just outside your entrance.

“Ready, love?”

“Yes” with that he entered you slowly, thrusting in and out at a slow pace, stretching you out so that you could get used to his size. Given how wet you already were, it was easy for him to move. His cock filled you up perfectly and you felt pleasure jolt through your body as you moaned continuously.

“Go faster.” you breathed out, him obeying gladly as he increased his pace, gripping your sides tight. His hips slapped against yours, a knot forming in your stomach as he hit that spot inside you again and again. He was moaning out loud with you, going faster with each thrust. One palm was on the desk to help steady himself. He pressed his lips against yours to kiss you sloppily, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths. You dug your nails on his muscles and his back, leaving crescent red marks, making him pound into you even harder.

You could feel your high approaching yet again and from the look on Tom’s face, it seemed like he wouldn’t last long before he came too. His finger rubbed your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Fuck, I haven’t got a condom, oh my-”

“It’s ok, come inside me.” you breathed out.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to risk it like this.” he asked, looking at you as if to ask if you were sure about this.

“I’m on the pill. Besides, my period was a week ago.”

“Oh, alright. Ohh!” his cock was beginning to twitch as you came undone around him, letting out a cry of pleasure. He grunted out loud as he reached his high, his cum spilling inside you. His thrusts became sloppier and slower and stopped moving a few moments later, his cock still buried inside you.

You clenched around him, not wanting to let go of the feeling of him beside you. Both of you were sweating and panting heavily, you holding him to steady yourself. He reluctantly pulled out of you, his cum mixed with yours flowing out slowly. He smirked at the sight and took out a cloth he always kept in his drawer to clean you up. Wow, talk about a sexy and caring professor.

“How you feelin’?” he asked, pressing the cloth against your core after wetting it slightly, 

“Amazing.” you said, making him smile. After cleaning you up, he gave you a lazy kiss and picked up his and your clothes and handed them to you. You dressed in silence and watched him do the same.

“Hey, so uh, I wanted to tell you. Um, I don’t normally do this with any student of mine. Nor have I ever been attracted to any student. You are truly an exception.”

“Thanks, it means a lot.” you smiled. “And if it helps, I’ve never been this attracted to a teacher before. You are amazing too.” he blushed at that, making you giggle

“Well I better get going.” you said, getting off his desk. You picked up your file from the floor and handed it to him, then took a piece of paper and wrote something on it and handed that as well.

“Here's my submission, and my number. If you wanna maybe text sometime?”

“Sure, I’d love that sweetheart. Maybe we can meet up for a coffee later this week?”

“I’d like that.” you smiled and made your way to unlock the door. Just as you were about to open the door, he called you out, making you turn around and look at him.

“Hey, uh is it ok if we keep this thing a secret for a while? For the both of us? I don’t want you to face unnecessary backlash from anyone because of me.”

“Yes, it’s ok, Tom.”

“Ah, professor in the classroom.” he steps closer to whisper in your ear, “Tom when we are alone, together.”, making you go red.

“Noted, professor.” you winked and exited his room, your heart skipping a beat, silly smiles on both of your faces. 

You were looking forward to your possible relationship development with him and excited to see where it goes, as did he with you.

The end

lemme know what you thought🙈

[ddarker-dreams]

joining the god darling art trend because why not :D just a few sketches for now but might make these as references for another future submission

i imagine them to be on the androgynous side, and tried to go for the male hanfu style. also have this headcanon that they wear something simple because zhongli keeps buying them fancier clothing which they ABSOLUTELY refuse to wear unless in dire situations so here we are xD

help i think that i might be in love with a jpeg. i... i don't even know where to start? i love all the different design choices that you made 😭 GOD that piercing stare stood out to me the most. the raised eyebrows and pursed together lips... i get the feeling that zhongli was speaking to them or something here.

THE HANFU IS SO PRETTY TOO? androgynous god darling sniped my heart 💘 i love the colors you chose for it! AND THE BLUE EYELINER?????? GORGEOUS. simply gorgeous. i think i've stared at this picture for ten minutes so far today and i'm not even joking about that.

the highlights on the tips of their hair,, I AM SO WEAK FOR THAT 🥺 this is such a lovely design, thank you for sharing!

also, the headcanon that god darling refuses to wear the fancy clothing zhongli buys for them is perfect. i back it 100%.

[mytwistedhome]

If you're taking requests can I request some general relationship headcanons for Divus X fem reader? Sfw and nsfw too please! Thanks a lot!

Sure!! Thank you for requesting! I'm normally not too keen on headcanon prompts, but I will admit that I've thought about a relationship with Divus an embarrassing amount... So, I'll happily do this request xD

Like always for my headcanons, these are just my opinions. They are simply how I would like to think of the character in my own fantasy based upon their canon personality. Feel free to disagree with anything I say! 🤎

Also, you specified that you wanted a female reader, so the pronouns are feminine, but really, most of these can be applied to anyone regardless of gender.

The ns/fw parts will be below the cut!

If the two of you are living together, I feel like he would love it best if you were usually dressed quite nicely, even if you’re just at home

This includes: comfortable but flattering lounge clothes, pretty silk nightgowns and robes, fur coats in the winter months, etc...

He just really adores seeing his partner in all those beautiful, fancy garments

And he'll always be taking you out to beautiful and romantic dates! He loves places that are elegant and classy

He’s really fond of pet names, and will often address you by your first name followed by an endearing word

“(Name) Darling, (Name) Dear, (Name) Honey”, etc...

Your days are going to be filled with random displays of affection

You’ll be doing your own thing, and he’ll just walk by and kiss you on the head, cheek, or lips very slowly

Your heart will beat like crazy from the way he caresses your shoulders and the gentle way he touches, but you’ll learn to get used to it

In the mornings, he’ll mostly be the one to wake you up, and he usually does so by throwing open the curtains and then kissing your neck rather aggressively

At night, just before you are about to sleep, the two of you will sometimes read a book together in bed (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)

He’s a rather fast reader (most teachers are, right?), but he’ll wait for you to catch up before turning the page ♥️♥️♥️

If you have long hair, he would very much enjoy combing or brushing it out

But don't ask him to style it... He wouldn't be very good at that

The best he can do is give you a low half-pony that looks quite elegant and pretty, but it will fall out rather easily

He’s very good at cooking, and he’ll love to cook for you!

(I mean, much of alchemy involves mixing ingredients, so I’m sure that he’s great in the kitchen!)

Of course, if his partner wishes to cook for him, he’d be incredibly grateful and would always praise her skill

He... isn’t much of a cuddler xD If you ask him to cuddle, he’s probably going to think that you’re just too shy to ask for sex

And speaking of sex...

He’s really into BDSM

Seriously... He won’t have sex unless it involves some type of bdsm

He’s especially into pet-play

He’s more into the “grooming” parts of pet-play as opposed to the dressing parts (i have limited knowledge of this kink, so I’m sorry if I’m using the wrong terms, but I hope you understand what I mean? Like, he’s really into the roleplay parts of it--like watching his partner eat from a bowl on the floor as a form of humiliation; having his partner scratch at him, lick him, and playfully bite him; petting his partner on the head as she crawls on all fours; having her beg for his attention in a cute pet-like way; collars and leashes; etc.)

However, he’ll definitely appreciate it if his partner dresses up

He’ll love to see her with cute little ears

And he’s really into those butt-plugs with animal tails on the ends of them, though he won’t expect his partner to wear them if she isn't comfortable with anal stuff

He’s a huge sadist, and he will always take that role during sex regardless of whether he’s playing the dominant or submissive role as well

He much prefers being dominant, though he doesn’t mind his partner taking control once in a while (though, once again, he still always maintains the sadistic role)

He really likes humiliating you during sex and foreplay; humiliation of his partner is a massive turn on for him 

This includes things like having you kneel before him, calling you rather degrading names, etc...

He likes to choke his partner as well. The face that she makes when she’s lost all her breath and crying for mercy, tears streaming down her reddened cheeks... it really turns him on

He loves grabbing his partner's bum and squeezing it hard. He'll do that A LOT

He loves to bind you up as well! Ropes that dig into your skin, cute handcuffs with those fluffy/feathery cuffs, ball-gags and blindfolds... He just adores seeing his partner all bound in front of him

He usually goes quite rough and hard during sex, and he likes to put his hands over his partner’s mouth to gag her, himself, of any moans or sounds that might come

He loves it when his partner goes down on him, but... he doesn’t like to do it himself (kinda unfair if you ask me--also, I’m honestly not sure why I have this headcanon?? To me,he just seems like the type who refuses to use his mouth xD sorry if that’s disappointing!)

He kind of likes seeing the bruises he’s made on his partner after a rough night. Of course, he’s always prepared with the ice and soft blankets for the after care. He knows that he’s probably hurt you quite a bit, so he’s going to make sure to take care of you!

That’s all I have!! I hope it was alright and that you agree with at least some of these lol!

[tipsydipsydo]

Request: "Can I get an imagine with dom male reader x taekook, where the reader had a bad day and the boys cheer him up with fluff or some smut, thank you!"

Requested by: anonymous

Pairing: Sub! Taekook x Dom! Reader

Gender of the Reader: male

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Fluff (Idk? xD) and some Mentions of Smut at the End

Warnings: not really buuut the reader has a bad day and some anger outbursts; Swearing; a bit smutty content at the end; soft Dom-/Sub-Themes; sub! Taekook; Dirty Language; Dirty Talk

A/N: first Reader x Member Pairing request uhhhh~ 🥳

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Taehyung sighs and looks on the display of his smartphone for the sixth time in the last five minutes. Still no message from you, even though it's already 11:28 a.m. and the meeting should have started at 9:00 a.m.

Actually, this one today should only be clarifying the last questions and then the final contract should be signed, right? And that can't last more than two and a half hours when you had the deal with the potential investor already at the last meeting (more or less).

The company you work wanted to expand and enter a new part of industry, so they were looking for a possible investor. And your boss chose you to take over and lead the subsequent negotiations with the agency of the Investment Group!

This is an extraordinary compliment for you that your boss recognizes and appreciates your skills. He also said that, depending on how well you present the company to investors and able to manage and coordinate the whole process, you also have chances of being transferred to a higher position!

So you did everything, really everything, to convince the investors and to arrange the deal. You don't want that you've sat in the office late into the night and worked countless overtime hours for nothing, especially when there is a possibility of getting into a more attractive position and thus also better payment.

It looks like your efforts are paying off. Already at the first meeting, where you presented the company and the idea for the expansion, the investors were very interested and said at the end of the meeting that they would be very happy about a subsequent meeting.

In the weeks that followed, further meetings took place and hypothetical, but nevertheless very concrete planning approaches started then. The last meetings felt like the deal was already finalized and they're already discussing how the plan was actually implemented.

The boys were be happy for you and every time you had another successful meeting-day behind you, it proved, that the night shifts in the office seems to pay off.

They confirmed to you that the deal is almost completed and all you need now is just the investors' signatures on the formalities.

Well, that's what you want to get today.

Despite all the optimism, Jungkook and Tae are getting more and more worried about it because you still haven't told them about the good news (they can't be any other way)!

After all, signing contracts doesn't take three hours?? Then finally, at 11:47 a.m. comes the redeeming "Ping!" simultaneously from your two boyfriends smartphones.

Kookie and Tae make a competition out of 'who can unlock his phone faster and with it, congratulate you for the successful deal'. Kookie is the first one who enters your shared group chat. But his smile disappears as he reads your short message. It may be short, but Jungkook has to read it several times to really understand the meaning behind it.

You [11:47 a.m.]: The deal is off.

"W-What ... What the-", comes over Jungkook's lips. In this moment, Tae is faster than Jungkook and he’s the one who respond to your message first.

Tae♡ [11:48 a.m.]: What?? Why?! How they could choose against the deal?! I mean, you said the deal is as good as made and they were insterested right at the beginning?

You [11:49 a.m.]: Fuck, I don't know it?! They just said, "there are some logistical problems and expectation differences betweem their comany and ours" and "that we couldn't solve them together even after new discussions and compromises". That's why they said the deal is off and simply dropped us. I can't believe it, everything went so good until now, WHY the fuck they decided against us?!?!

You [11:49 a.m.]: They said there would be some 'expectional disagreements' ...did they mean that the financials? That the certain sum of money they've to invest into our new project is too high? But then there are always possibilities for discussions and new compromises?! God, that fucks me so up! I want to know what their goddamn problem is!

You're sitting in the company's cafeteria and are trying to calm yourself down before the lunch break will ends. So that you can return to your work desk with a more or less cleared mind and somehow are able to survive the afternoon.

You thought, after the incompleted deal and your chance to get promoted was wasted, your day couldn't actually get any worse.

Well yeah, it's possible.

You know that when David turns around the corner and looks at you with a big spiteful smirk, apparently he has already heard about the news. This asshole is not even trying to hide his satisfaction about your dropped deal.

Of course, like every damn time you have to meet him in the building, he has to leave his very personal comment on it. You don't know why you were punished for having to work with him in the fucking same department?!

"Hm? I heard that the meeting didn't went so well, after all the investors jumped off. But it was already foreseeable that it won't work anyway. I don't understand why Mr. O'Brien chose you of all people for the Management of the investment-coordination for this project.", just when you hear these first words, the anger in you starts to grow in lightning speed.

"I mean, let's be honest and that's what I'm gonna say is not meant to be rude, I just want to give you a little helpful tip. I assume that everyone in our Department will agree with the fact that you still have to work on your presence. If you want to get an investor interested in a project so that they're willing to provide financial resources, then you have to sell the deal with ambition, self-assurance and self-confidence. Investors need to know what your concrete plan is, that you're standing 100% behind that project and that it'll be profitable for everyone!"

"I think you lack a little bit of dominance and assertiveness, you should work on that urgently. Yeah, you can be submissive in your own bedroom when it's that what you like, but in the tough economic world you have to be able to assert yourself. That's just a tip from me. Despite the disaster, have still a nice day~", he said in a mocking tone, patting you on the shoulder and then going whistling to the food display of the cafeteria.

You need a moment to realize what exactly this bastard shamelessly said into your face. He doesn't know that you're the Dom in the relationship, he just wanted to put a little more salt in the open wound of your injured pride. And that hit a dangerously sore point. How dare this bastard to say that you're the submissive part in the bedroom?!

You're about to go after him and become verbally abusive, you won't let yourself be offered such a talking shit! But you know it better, you would only make things worse if you stand out negatively now through emotionality. You already know that this action would only confirm David in his opinion about you. When you behave unprofessionally now, everyone could think that you are unable to deal with defeats. So you try to swallow your anger and frustration as best you can down and just ignore David for the rest of the day. Even when you really want to punch him into the face.

However, to give the anger at least some space, you complain frustrated to your two darlings about everything. They listen to you patiently and rebuild the image about yourself again. But also plead to you, to please don't do any crap mindlessly, led by emotions.

You're really glad when you can finally finish work and end this catastrophic day.

When you open the door, the pleasant warmth of the apartment welcomes you and a delicious, all too familiar smell rises in your nose.

These two things alone make you feel as if something heavy has been removed from your shoulders. You take a deep breath and really feel how you return to your inner peace.

You are at home, nobody can strain your nerves anymore, only your two beloved boyfriends are waiting for you.

It seems like they've prepared something for you, so that at least the evening of today will be better than everything else before. Jungkook is at the stove and is cooking your favorite dish. You wrap your arms from behind around him and give him a gentle kiss in the crook of your neck, letting his scent soothe you. When you also feel the warmth of Taehyung on your back, everything is suddenly not as bad as you first thought.

The boys bought your favorite wine for your favorite dish, which makes the dinner perfect. It looks like Taehyung is about to get up to get the dessert or so, when he stops and looks at you with a nervous but excited smile. On Jungkook's cheeks, you can see a hint of a blush too. You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"W-Well... when you texed us that you don't know if you can control yourself around David, to not punching him right into the face... Jungkook and I thought there are other and much better ways to reduce stress and anger... We... well... before you came home, Kookie and I p-prepared each other for you... and right now... we're both wearing your favorite plugs. We thought you'd rather pounding your anger and frustration in us than having problems at work. So... please use us as your stress reliever.", said Taehyung, biting his lower lip, looking at me in a kinda... begging manner? Hmm, seems like there is someone who wants to be fucked hard and rough~

"S-Sir, please dominate me. Own me. Make me to your whining and begging sub...", Jungkook whispers with dark red cheeks. You see the lust and excitement in his dark, dilated pupils, to get used and to take your anger and frustration without any complain.

God, your boys are just perfect. They know exactly how to behave in order to make their master proud.

"It's really the case that you want to be used ad my stress reliever, completely selflessly? Even when I think that this 'reason' just came up to you perfectly, so that you didn't have to beg to get fucked hard and without any mercy again. Hmm, am I right?"

The way Taehyung and Jungkook are blushing and stuttering furiously confirms your guess.

"Such needy horny Boys I have here. Tz tz tz... Come, let's see what I should do to my Babies when they're so greedy for my cock and a rough fuck...", you chuckle devilishly when you go with them to your shared bedroom.

The next day.

You [09:12]: Hey Darlings~ I have really great news! I got my promotion despite of the unfinished deal! My boss was very pleased with the huge amout of work I put in this project and he assured me, that it wasn't because of my negotiation strategy that the investors dropped the deal. There seem to be some internal problems in the Investment Group at the moment, which is why they can no longer support projects at the moment. And guess what I've been promoted to... I've become department head and that means I'm now David's boss! I think now we both can discuss who has to work on his assertiveness ... 😏😈

You [09:15 a.m.]: And I hope you're okay and your precious asses are not too sore~ ​​love you ❤

[writingonesdreams]

4, 23, 26 for the simple & soft asks?

4. Have you ever wished on a shooting star?

Yes I have wished for the universe to be in my favour in goals and tasks I care about and for health and luck for my family.

23. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you think you fit the general characteristics of that sign?

My zodiac sign is aries and it doesn't fit my characteristics at all. XD. Aries is supposed to be passionate, confident, brave, active, impatient and aggressive while I'm soft-spoken and shy, I love pondering abstract philosophic ideas all day that hardly ever translate into concrete action and I'm much more submissive and conflict-avoiding. I will patiently wait rather than speak up my mind and play dumb to figure someone's opinions out before telling them what I think.

26. Do you usually remember your dreams?

I usually do yes! I tend to have really good control over my dreams - I can influence what I dream about, I'm often aware I'm inside a dream and steer it into a desired direction and I remember them well if I go over them before getting up.

Thanks for the ask darling!🌺

[frozenprocedural]

TDOE Day 2- ring

Here’s my submission for Day 2! Alarik belongs to @patricia-von-arundel.

Here ya go, @bepoets. Your airport scene. XD

Rating: T

Ring

The note was written with a shaking hand- Alarik could see the uneven, jagged lines that juxtaposed with Elsa's normally neat writing.

Alarik,

I am sorry, but I hurt those who get close, those I (the word was scratched out, but he could guess) care about. I don't want that to happen to you. You deserve better than me. I just without hurting you at all, but I know this is best. 

Take care of yourself.

Elsa hadn't signed the letter, but he could see two discolored, irregular circles on the bottom of the paper. He touched them, tears of his own tracking down his cheeks. 

He should have known. Should have kept his damn mouth shut. That night, almost a month previous when they'd kissed, when he'd almost whispered it to her. 

"Elsa, I lo…"

She pulled away sharply, her head shaking, a frantic, panicked look in her eyes. He snapped his mouth shut, gave her the space she needed. 

And didn't speak of it again. Even when the following day she joined him in his apartment, when they lay together on his couch, his arms around her, his lips traveling across her skin, he said nothing more of it. 

He'd returned to his apartment to find the few belongings of hers he'd grown accustomed to- her running shoes, extra coat, spare clothes- gone, and the note at the tiny table where the two of them had spent so many nights. 

Idiot. Stupid, cowardly idiot. 

The ringing of his phone startled Alarik out of his thoughts. He pulled it out, fumbling and nearly dropping it before flipping it over to see Anna's name on the screen. His gut clenched, but he made himself answer. 

"Anna, I…"

"She's at the airport. Heading back to Norway. Kristoff and I are five minutes away. Figure out what you need to say, and be downstairs by then."

The line went dead, and Alarik stared at the black screen for several seconds, until Anna's words kicked in. 

He grabbed the small box he'd hidden under his hat and rushed out the door.

………..

"How did you know?"

Anna looked back at him. "She told me she was 'going back home'. Called me just before I called you. I checked- the next flights out to Norway are late enough we should be able to catch her before she clears Customs, if someone would go faster." Anna turned to glare at her husband.

"Do you know what would really slow us down? Being pulled over." He retorted. His eyes caught Alarik's in the rear view mirror, and the car sped forward a bit more. 

Anna snorted, then looked back to Alarik. "Do you know what you're going to say?"

He turned to the window, watching the passing landscape. "I… I'll have to figure it out."

……….

Kristoff dropped them off by Departures, then left to find parking. He and Anna rushed in, her pointing in the direction of the Customs area. Alarik shook his head.

"There's no way we can find her in that mess. She could be through by now."

"Well then, good thing there's a paging system." Before Alarik understood what she meant, Anna had him by the arm and was dragging him to the nearby courtesy desk. She concocted a quick story of Elsa leaving behind a piece of luggage- and "She didn't give her fiancé a proper goodbye, how rude is that!?" With that, the agent had the phone to his mouth.

"Elsa Arendel? Would Elsa Arendel please come to the courtesy desk?"

They waited, Alarik's throat feeling tight. Just as he was convinced she wasn't there, or wouldn't be coming, and was about to suggest they go, Anna jumped beside him. 

"There!"

A flash of white-blonde, and there she was. Alarik could feel his heart pounding, and his whole world condensed to Elsa. She'd pulled her hair into a low, messy ponytail, and had a haggard, exhausted expression on her face.

She was beautiful. 

About six feet away, she looked up and met his eyes. Her body tensed, and he saw panic cross her face. Just as she turned to flee, Anna appeared at Elsa's side and took her elbow, leaning in to speak to her. After a moment, Elsa reluctantly followed her sister to a less-crowded corner, and Anna motioned Alarik over, before stepping away to give them privacy.

His steps felt heavy, as if his shoes were filled with stone. When he was within speaking distance, his mouth opened, but no sound came out. Whatever Anna had said to Elsa seemed to have faded, for she shook her head, eyes downcast, and started to pull away. 

"I can't… I just… I have to go."

"Elsa, wait, please." He could hear the desperate tone in his own voice, clenched his fists when she trembled. 

"Please." His voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "Please just let me say this. Afterwards, I'll go. I'll go, and leave you be forever."

There was another long pause, the tension in his body almost unbearable, and then Elsa nodded, almost imperceptibly. She still wouldn't look at him. He took a breath, then stepped off the ledge. 

"I love you. I love everything you are. I know you're afraid of hurting me. I'm terrified of hurting you, every single day. I want to make each and every moment perfect, absolutely perfect, so you won't hurt again."

He took a shuddering breath, forced himself to continue past the growing lump in his throat. "And I know I can't do that. I will never be able to make you perfectly happy. But I will always, always do what I can to make things better. And… and if that means you need me to leave…" His voice broke, and he swiped at his eyes. "Then… I… will. I just… I just wanted… to at least… say that."

He made to turn away then, shoulders slumped, eyes streaming, when her voice, also thick with tears, stopped him.

"I love you too. And it scares me."

He turned, looked at her. Elsa was looking out the windows, and he could see the fresh tear tracks on her cheeks. Alarik longed to wipe them away, but he didn't dare move. 

"I… I still think about that night. When you almost said it. And I was scared, so scared. Because I knew I'd hurt you. Hurt you like I hurt Anna."

Elsa looked towards her sister. "I know she says she's forgiven me. But I pushed her away for all those years. Made her life terrible. I can't bear it if the same happened to you."

"Elsa, I… can't pretend to know what you've been through. But I do know I would stand by you if you will have it. The good, the bad. All of it." Alarik took a risk, and stepped forward. "All of it."

She looked at him then, shaking and crying, but he saw the look on her face, the acceptance. And when he opened his arms, she collapsed into them, sobbing and clinging to him. He pulled her close, resting his head on hers. 

"I love you," he whispered over and over. When she started to pull away, he released her, but kept one hand in hers. He pulled a clean handkerchief and dabbed away her tears. 

"Okay." She whispered.

"Okay?"

Elsa nodded, squeezing his hand. "I'll… I'll try. Try to… trust myself to be with you."

Alarik let himself smile- just a bit. "Thank you, Darling." The word came out, unbidden, and he watched her eyes grow wide. He made himself go on. "I promise, as I said, to be with you. No matter how difficult. I will be with you." He cupped her cheek. "May I?"

She nodded against his palm, and he leaned down, bringing his lips to hers. Tasted the salt of her tears and the crisp, cold taste he always associated with her. They worked their lips against one another, then pulled apart. Alarik reached into his pocket and retrieved the small box, flipping it open. 

"Elsa Arendel, will you marry me?" She started, breath coming quick, but remained where she was. Her answer was so quiet he almost missed it.

"Yes."

He pulled away, knowing his own eyes were wide. "Are you… are you sure?"

She nodded, allowing him to lift her hand and slide the ring onto her finger. From the side, he heard Anna shriek with joy. Elsa lifted her head, her eyes shining with new tears. But these, he knew, were tears of joy.

“Yes. Alarik Geatland, I will marry you.”

[phantomwarrior12]

Trickster Gets Tricked

Prompt: I know It's not from the bingo, but could I get Reader and Gabriel both complaining to Balthazar about how their - presumed - unrequited feelings until he can't take it anymore that he takes one from Gabe's book and trick them into confessing to each other?

Truth or Dare with Balthazar

Word Count: 4,616

Warnings: Swearing (it’s Balthazar, we expect nothing less), snark, and sneaky angels 

Summary: Sometimes love just needs a little nudge from an angel with a short temper.

A/N: Hey folks!

It’s been like three months, but I did it! I finished this wonderful prompt from a glorious Anon and I combined it with a prompt from the lovely @unleashthemidnight! Thank you so much for this prompt, I enjoyed writing it very much! Also, this is my first time writing Balthazar, so please, be gentle. xD

This is my second submission for the @gabriel-spn-bingo, and requests are still open! So, send them in! :)

Please leave a like/comment and let me know your thoughts!

Enjoy!

~ Phantom

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"Hello, darling."

"Balthazar, this is a surprise." You smile, abandoning the dated lore book in front of you.

"Yeah, an unwelcome one." Dean grumbles, reclining against the back of his chair with his arms crossed.

"Dean, always a pleasure." The angel retorts with a smile, moving past the eldest Winchester to give you a hug.

"What brings you to Kansas?" You give him a tight squeeze, one that pales in comparison to the angel's.

"Oh, I was in the, uh, general vicinity and I heard Cassie was hanging about."

"What did you do this time?" Chiding arch of the eyebrow.

"Absolutely nothing, I just need a few moments with dear old Cas and I'll be on my way."

"Heaven forbid you actually stay in one place." All eyes turn to the hunter hovering over his laptop.

"Yes, heaven actually doesn't forbid that. Some nonsense about angels not being allowed to leave heaven?"

"That's because heaven is short on both angels and grace, the only thing keeping it in the sky." Castiel supplies, descending the stairs with Sam and Gabriel close behind him.

"Cas! Gabe! It's been some time," the blonde angel flashes a grin and beckons his brothers closer.

"Balthazar," Castiel greets with a nod.

"Little brother," Gabriel smiles, clapping him on the shoulder.

"How long's it been?"

"The last time we met, I believe you refused to help us fight Michael." Castiel provides with a meaningful arch of the eyebrow.

"Something I helped with, by the way," Gabriel supplies, slipping past his brothers to stand near you.

"Yes, well, a man can only fake his death so many times."

"Tell that to Gabriel," Sam snorts lightly, taking a seat beside his brother and exchanging an amused smirk.

"Uncalled for, Samsquatch."

Balthazar rolls his eyes, before turning to face you, "did you know that Cas, here, tried to kill me once?"

"I'm sure it came up at some point." You offer a warm, amused smile.

"No, it did not come up." Castiel interjects pointedly, leveling a stern gaze on his brother.

"You always leave out all the best stories, Cassie." Balthazar returns smugly, absently flinging an arm around your shoulders, very visibly, in front of Gabriel, "but, it's a story for another time. For now, Cas, I have some news on that thing you wanted me to check in on."

He doesn't miss Gabriel's meaningful stare, a silent warning to keep his hands off of you.

"Of course."

"Thing?" Dean queries from the table, brows knit together in confusion.

"Some heavenly business." The blonde angel smiles, giving you a quick wink before starting from the room.

"Don't be such a stranger," you remind him, returning to your chair, Gabriel sliding protectively into the seat beside you.

"Of course, darling. I'll come visit again."

"You better."

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You're in the kitchen, searching for chocolate and some cocoa before bed.

"Where's an archangel when you need him?"

"I'm no archangel, but the angelic aura is close enough."

You jump, spinning to face the smug angel by the door, "Balthazar, do you ever knock?"

"To enter the kitchen? Never." He pushes off the wall and strolls across the dated tiles. "What are you looking for so late at night?"

"Some hot cocoa before bed," you return shortly, turning back to rummaging through the cabinets.

"And the comment about needing a certain archangel?" There's a suggestive hint in his tone, coupled with an expectant tilt of the head and a smug expression.

You pause, meeting the angel's eyes with something akin to embarrassment, "He snaps up good cocoa, okay?"

Balthazar's grin widens, noting the pink flourishing across your cheeks as you divert your gaze back to the cabinet. You don't reach for anything, it serves more as distraction than anything else, and Balthazar knows that look.

"Oh, oh, you're in love with him."

"I'm not in love with him!" The response is too quick and Balthazar knows he's struck the right nerve.

"Oh, please. You two are practically fucking whenever you're in the same room."

Your head snaps to the left, jaw slackened as you scramble for a response. You can find nothing better than an indignant, "Balthazar!"

"I've seen the looks you two throw at each other, the longing, yet reluctant gazes when the other isn't looking. I'd say it's romantic if it weren't so pathetic."

You smack his arm, the pink turning to a deep red the more he talks, "Shut up! Gabriel doesn't think of me like that."

"Really?"

"Balthazar," you square your shoulders, shoving stray fantasies and fuzzy feelings aside in favor of silencing the cocky angel beside you, "I just want some cocoa. I don't want to be psycho analyzed."

"I don't need to psychoanalyze you, love. It's written all over your face."

Your shoulders slump and your chin drops to your chest, "Fine. Yes. I'm fond of Gabriel. Happy?"

"Ecstatic." A rush of air collides with your face and the angel is gone.

"Dick," you grumble, turning back to the counter, only to discover a fresh cup of cocoa sitting in front of you. You drum your fingers on the counter, tensing your jaw before picking it up, "Okay, less of a dick."

You're nearly out of the kitchen when you take a sip and your face sours. The cheeky bastard had slipped whiskey into the mix, not exactly a bonus when you wanted to sleep, but not enough of a deterrent to keep you from drinking the remainder of the cup when you reach your room.

You're not sure what will come of your reluctant surrender, but you'll take it as it comes, for better or for worse.

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"You're my brother, and I love you, but if you don't get to the point--"

"--Gabriel, for dad's sake, will you sit down and listen to me for once?"

Gabriel narrows his eyes, but reluctantly sits back down, a scowl etched into every inch of his face, "What?"

"You know your little flirtation with Y/N?"

"It's not a flirtation, Balthazar. We're friends."

"Oh God," Balthazar scrubbed at his eyes, "you're both in denial."

"Denial? What the hell are you going on about?"

Balthazar shoots to his feet, hands slamming down onto the table in exasperation, "She's in love with you, you bloody idiot!"

"What?"

"Castiel, help me out here." Balthazar pinches the bridge of his nose, praying that their brother can help him get through to the archangel.

"Do not involve me in this," Castiel returns, eyes still glued on the book in front of him.

"Well, he's obviously not listening to me. He'll listen to you, though. Help me out, Cas!"

"There's nothing to make me understand, Balthazar. Y/N and I are just friends. Do I like her? Yes. Am I going to force her to become romantically involved if she obviously doesn't see me like that? No." Gabriel stands, pushing the chair back.

"Gabriel, I spoke to her. I know that she's interested in you. Why can't you see it?"

"Because he doesn't even like him." Castiel supplies from across the room.

"I thought you weren't getting involved," Gabriel folds his arms, the scowl now directed at his other brother.

"That was before we were addressing your emotional traumas," Castiel closes the book and folds his hands, gazing back at the two expectantly.

"We are not addressing my emotional traumas." Gabriel points at Castiel before turning back to Balthazar, "She's not in love with me, and that's the end of it. Now, both of you, drop this."

"I didn't say that she was in love with you."

Gabriel doesn't turn, already half way to the door, "Drop it!"

Balthazar's shoulders slump as he watches Gabriel's form retreat, heaving a dramatic sigh.

"You're not going to drop this, are you?" Castiel observes, settling against the back of his chair.

"Absolutely not. Those two are going to end up together. I'm tired of their eye-fucking in front of me." He sinks into the chair across from Castiel, "How on earth do you deal with it?"

"I tend to ignore human responses."

"Fair enough. Now, how are we going to get them together?"

"This is your problem," Castiel re-opens his book, paging through for the marked page.

Balthazar reaches across the table and slams the book shut, "No, it's your problem too, Cas. We need to come up with something."

Castiel levels an annoyed look on Balthazar, "How is it my problem?"

Balthazar hesitates for a moment, scrambling for a reason. Castiel pushes his hand off the book and reopens it, only for his brother to narrow his eyes and snatch out from under his hands.

"Because you want to see Gabriel happy. Who knows, maybe she'll fix some of that emotional trauma you mentioned. In any case, I can't do this without you. You've always been his favorite, he'll listen to you."

Castiel's shoulders sag, head tilting in a manner that Balthazar can only interpret as defeat and reluctance combined into one exasperated glare.

"Fine. I'll help you, but if this backfires--"

"--yes, yes, you're in the clear." Balthazar waves off his concerns and grins triumphantly. "Where do we start?"

"If we're going to do this, we need to consult Dean."

"Why? What would the hairy ape know about getting an archangel and a human together?"

"He knows human customs and traditions better than either of us."

"Fair enough, let's talk to the cranky Winchester."

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"Come on, Y/N! It'll be fun!" Dean follows you back and forth in the kitchen, constantly stepping in the way of whatever dish you need to make yourself some supper.

"I am not going to play truth or dare. It's a kid's game."

"Aren't we all kids at heart?" Dean nudges your arm playfully.

You pause, leveling an unamused glower on the eldest Winchester, "Not when you're a hunter. Where have I heard that particular line before?"

"Okay, okay, mock away. But, we can still have some fun! After dinner, we'll all play in the war room, Balthazar even roped Cas into playing. You don't want to be the spoilsport, do you?"

"Maybe I do." You turn away, checking the water on the stove.

"Gabriel's gonna play." Dean adds in a singsong voice, stealing a glance your way.

You tense and it takes everything you have to keep your voice from cracking, "Is he now? Why would that matter to me?"

Dean's smile fades and he really doesn't want to get into it with you, "Because, we'll have all three angels, so, come play with us. Please."

You turn and Dean adopts a pleading look, puppydog eyes that might even give Sam a run for his money. It's not the look that makes you cave, it's the archangel strolling past the doorway, pausing just long enough to flash you a warm smile.

You swallow the lump in your throat and allow y/e/c to drift back to Dean, "All right. I'll play."

"Great! I'll bring the beers after dinner!"

"Beers?"

"Drunk truth or dare is the best truth or dare, Y/N." Dean strolls out of the room with a victorious bounce in his step and you shake your head.

"I hope he realizes angels can't get drunk off beer."

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"So? Did she go for it?" Balthazar all but pounces on Dean the moment he rounds the corner.

"She's in. She wouldn't even consider it until Gabriel walked by. Nice timing  Cas." Dean claps his friend on the shoulder with a broad grin.

"Yes, well, Gabriel wanted to retrieve some book from the library."

"What book?" Dean frowns slightly.

"You don't want to know." Balthazar interjects, holding up a hand to silence Castiel. "Doesn't matter, but what does matter is that Gabriel and Y/N get together tonight."

"All right, let's just agree that we start them off slow. A few funny dares, but nothing too serious and we mix it up so they don't feel like targets. Then, we venture near the romance side of things, truths that are cute, but not outright romantic." Dean glances between them, "and then the dares turn a little more...intense. Maybe a kiss? Something small, but not too insignificant."

"Bloody hell, that's your plan? We'll be here all night!"

"We don't want to rush them, Balthazar! They'll spook and then we're back to square one. We do this my way, or not at all."

"Castiel--"

Castiel holds his hand up to cut his brother short, "Dean's right. He knows Y/N better than any of us. We need to do this right the first time, because we won't get a second chance."

The blonde angel glances between the two before folding his arms across his chest and heaving a sigh, "This was my idea to begin with."

"Solid idea, poor plan." Dean returns, almost triumphantly, "just play it cool, and those two lovebirds will be thanking us in the morning."

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"Are we ready to get this party started?" Dean claps his hand and slides into the chair beside Sam.

"Reluctantly, yes." You lean against the back of your seat, vaguely aware of how closely Gabriel's sitting.

"Why are we doing this again?" Sam asks, looking towards his brother for an explanation.

"Because we never do anything fun. Mom and Jack are out, Michael's dead and Gabriel is alive. I'd say we've earned a night off to drink beer, play games and tell stories."

"Yeah, I'm with Samsquatch, can I leave?"

"Gabriel, optimism, please."

The archangel narrows his eyes but reclines in his chair, sliding an arm across the back of your seat.

"Come on, Gabe, it could be fun." You nudge him lightly, offering a teasing smile.

"How on earth did they get you on the bandwagon?" He questions, returning your smile with a knowing tilt of the head.

Your smile falters and you know he can see the reluctance in your eyes. "I was promised booze," you look to Dean, "gimme."

Dean rolls his eyes and slides a bottle of beer across the table into your waiting hands. You start to pop the cap off, stopping only when Gabriel snaps his fingers the cap disappears. He receives an approving smile and nod from you before you take a sip.

"If you're all done with your petty protests, I was promised a night of confessions and adventures." Balthazar gazes around the table, "Shall we begin?"

"We most certainly shall!" Dean leans forward, "Balthazar, truth or dare?"

 "Dare." the angel returns confidently.

"I dare you," Dean glances around the room slowly, green eyes settling on the empty glass and pitcher of what appears to be water next to Sam. He leans forward, snatching up the glass, filling it up halfway before popping open a beer and pouring it in. "To drink this."

"Really? A watery beer? That's the best you can come up with?"

"I can add some more stuff? There's hot sauce in the kitchen." Dean starts to stand, only for Balthazar to slide the glass away.

"Fine, I'll drink the bloody water beer."

The blonde angel sniffs at the glass, expression turning sour when reality hits him. His eyes slowly lift from the glass, a sick look gripping hold, "That wasn't water, was it?"

"Nope." Dean settles against the back of his chair, a smug smile spreading across his lips. "Go on. Drink it."

Balthazar's eyes dart between the cup's contents and Dean before reluctantly lifting it to his lips and chugging it. He coughs and sputters and slams the glass back down, eyes watering, nose wrinkling and a laughing Winchester receiving the darkest look he can muster without vomiting.

"What the hell did you pour in there?" You try to hide the amusement in your voice, but the way Balthazar scowls at you tells you that you didn't do it well enough.

"Vinegar."

"All right, that's going away." Gabriel snaps his fingers, the pitcher vanishing.

"You couldn't have done that sooner?" Balthazar snaps, conjuring up his own glass of water to wash away the vile taste in his mouth.

"I didn't know until now," Gabriel shrugs, watching his brother down another glass of water.

"No more vomit-worthy dares, Dean."

"That's half the fun, Y/N."

"Well, I'm not cleaning it up and unless you want to, I suggest you find less sickening dares."

"Buzzkill."

"So, Balthazar, still looking forward to an evening of adventures and confessions?" Sam arches an eyebrow, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Samuel, I will not hesitate to smite you."

"Balthazar." Castiel reprimands sternly, leveling something akin to disapproval on his brother.

"You indulge them far too much, Cas."

"I do not."

"Anyway, Balthy, you're up." You interject, noting the tension steadily rising.

"Fine," he heaves a sigh and snaps away the glass of water, "Sam, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Sam answers quickly, noting the disappointed look in the angel's eyes.

"Sissy. How many lovers have you had?"

Sam's nose scrunches up, confusion and discomfort evident in every inch of his features, "Seriously? That's your question?"

"Just answer it, Sam." Dean nudges him before taking another sip of his beer.

"I don't know...serious or flings?"

"Serious, because Dad only knows how many one night stands you Winchesters have had."

"In that case, two or three."

"That's it?" Balthazar leans forward, gazing at the larger Winchester skeptically.

"What?"

"If I didn't know better, little bro, I'd say you're looking to become his next lover." Gabriel supplies with a smirk.

"Absolutely not," Balthazar snaps back, folding his arms across his chest.

Gabriel leans closer to your ear, hot breath fanning across warm skin, "He's into Samsquatch."

You giggle, ignoring the curious looks as you clear your throat and look to Sam, "You're up."

"All right. Cas, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Cas isn't taking any chances." You laugh, watching the blue eyed angel fold his hands in front of him.

"Who's your favorite brother, Gabriel or Balthazar?" Sam settles back in his seat, watching Castiel glance between Balthazar and Gabriel.

"I don't have an answer." Casteil returns shortly, blue dropping to the table.

"Just answer the question, Cassie." Balthazar interjects, leaning forward.

"You're both my brothers and I love you very much. Don't make me pick." Cas looks to Sam pleading.

"You gotta answer it, Cas."

The angel's shoulders sag in defeat, "Fine. Balthazar."

"Wait, what?!" Gabriel leans forward, something akin to hurt in his eyes.

"Balthazar has fought by my side on countless occasions. I trust him with my life."

"What about me? I took you two on field trips out of Heaven!"

"Yes, but you were always more of mentor than a brother to get into trouble with." Balthazar supplies, clapping Castiel on the shoulder, "Wars form many bonds, Gabriel, mine just happens to be stronger with Cas."

"I call b.s. What the hell, Cas?" Gabriel narrows his eyes at his brother.

"Let it go, feathers." You smile, patting his shoulder, "Sam put him in an awkward position. He knows not what he says."

"Moving on. Cas, you're up." Dean slaps the table and grins.

"Very well. Dean, truth or dare?"

"Dare." There's a mischievous grin playing at the corner of Dean's lips.

"I dare you to ask Gabriel a truth."

"That...isn't how the game works." Sam frowns.

"We can make an exception." Balthazar offers, "you know, given that Cas is new to this game."

"Cas is the only exception." Gabriel clarifies.

"All right then, Gabriel, I have to ask you a truth." Dean smirks, rubbing his hands together.

"Ask away, Dean-O." Gabriel reclines in his chair, a confident grin etched into his features.

"If you had to pick one human in this room to spend the rest of eternity with, who wouldn't be and why?"

"Y/N." Gabriel answers without missing a beat.

"Why?"

Gabriel hesitates, cautiously glancing between your expectant eyes and Dean's smug look, "Because you two knuckleheads would drive me insane, obviously. Plus, Y/N is more fun," warm honey flickers to you, "she's got the best sense of humor."

A hint of pink flourishes across your cheeks and you divert your eyes to the table in front of you.

"Well, that got sickeningly cute." Balthazar rolls his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Shove it, Balthy." Gabriel narrows his eyes at his little brother, smile fading.

"No family drama." Dean interjects pointedly, "Gabriel, you're up."

"Y/N, truth or dare?" Gabriel smirks.

"Truth."

"Wow, play it safe, why don't you?"

"Can you blame me? It's you." You scoff lightly, leveling an amused look on the archangel.

"Fair enough. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?"

"Disneyland." You settle against the back of your chair.

"Seriously?" Dean arches an eyebrow, "Disneyland?"

"Leave me and my inner child alone, Dean." You stick your tongue out at the eldest Winchester, who holds up his hands in mock surrender.

"You're up, sugar."

"Everyone's been picked, so, Balthazar, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Someone didn't learn his lesson," Dean mumbles to Sam.

"It's Y/N, she isn't a sadistic bastard like you." The blonde angel narrows his eyes at Dean.

"Play nice." You chide, "I dare you to...remain silent for the next five minutes."

"Oh please, that's simple." Balthazar scoffs.

"Prove it." You smirk smugly, propping your chin on your fist.

"Fine, I nominate Dean to go next on my behalf."

"...that's uncharacteristically nice of you." Gabriel frowns slightly, exchanging a concerned glance with you.

"Oh please, its because I want something to entertain me while I sit here in silence." Balthazar rolls his eyes and settles against the back of his chair, arms folded.

"Fair enough."

"All right, Y/N, truth or dare?" Dean leans forward with a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"I don't trust you, so truth."

"Oh, come on! I'm not that bad!"

"You made Balthazar drink vinegar beer!" You gesture to the angle beside you, who nods his head.

"And it tasted like rubbish!" He remarks in the back of your mind.

Your eyes snap to his, a stern look etched into your features, "Talking includes telepathy, Balthazar!"

He scowls and Gabriel snorts beside you.

"That includes angle radio, too!"

"He says he doesn't like this game." Castiel remarks, glancing between his brother and you.

"Tough, he said he wanted to play. Y/N, what's it gonna be? Still playing it safe?" Dean interjects, ignoring the glower from the blonde angel.

"Fine, dare."

A wicked grin slips across Dean's lips, "I dare you to sit in Gabriel's lap for the next five minutes."

"No!" You protest a little too quickly for them not to notice the red flourishing across your cheeks.

"Oh, come on, sugar. It won't be that bad." Gabriel chuckles lightly, sliding out his chair a little.

You turn your glare to Gabriel, "I will burn you with holy oil."

"You most certainly will not." Castiel protests, leveling a stern gaze on you.

"Relax, Cas, she's joking." Sam assures him, hazel drifting to you. That's when he notices the serious expression, "Oh, she most definitely wasn't joking..."

Balthazar tries to hide his laugh, but fails miserably until the back of your hand connects with his shoulder, "You're next, Balthy." His smile fades and they can almost see his wings tuck a little closer around him, as if they could see the celestial plane.

"All right, all right, the only wings getting fried are the Kentucky kind we're getting for lunch tomorrow. Y/N, sit your ass down on Gabriel. Gabriel, behave yourself."

"Don't I always, Dean-O?" The archangel rolls his eyes, and he gestures you closer.

"No, you don't." You retort, slowly easing yourself onto his lap, yelping in surprise when he winds his arms around your waist, and pulls you all the way against his chest.

Crimson burns your cheeks and you scramble to collect yourself, trying to ignore how suddenly self-conscious you are about where his hands rest, thumb gently rubbing a patch of skin beneath your flannel.

Dean arches an eyebrow, but smiles, "Looks good to me, you're up."

You huff, "Sam, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to dare me to get off Gabriel's lap."

"That's not how the game works, Y/N." Dean jumps in, "Cas is the only exception."

"Fuck off, Winchester." You stick out your tongue, "Fine. Sam, I dare you to smack your brother."

"Hey!" Dean's promptly silenced when Sam swats his shoulder with a laugh, "Sam!"

"What? It was a dare." The youngest Winchester grins, leaning away when Dean smacks him back.

You smirk slightly, jolting when the archangel's fingers move to rest on your hips, "Sam's up." You try to hide how aware of the angel's hands you are, but you realize he can read every thought tearing through your stumbling brain--not that he would.

"Right, Y/N," Sam turns his attention to the archangel, "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

Dean nudges Sam under the table, and Sam sits up a little straighter, shooting his brother a pointed look, "I dare you to sit in Gabriel's lap for twenty more minutes."

"Seriously? They got to you, too?" You roll your eyes, arms folding across your chest as Gabriel's hands snake around your waist.

Sam shrugs meekly and sinks into his chair, avoiding your gaze.

"Unbelievable. You're all unbelievable." You throw your hands up in defeat.

Balthazar gestures to himself, confusion evident.

"Don't play innocent with me, you're probably the instigator."

"Well, you're not wrong." Dean snickers.

"Can't say I'm surprised." You return evenly, narrowing your eyes at the angel beside you.

"Why's that?" Gabriel questions suddenly, leaning around you to gaze upwards.

The color drains from your face and you redirect your attention to the table in front of you, "No reason."

"I think there's a very good reason." Dean returns.

"Shut up, Dean."

"Y/N, what's he talking about?" Gabriel's voice drops, and he gently turns your frame enough for him to catch a clear glimpse of your face.

"It's nothing."

"Sugar." There's a shadow of concern in glistening gold as he tilts your chin towards him.

"I don't want to talk about it, Gabe."

"Why not?"

"I'm just--"

"All right, five minutes are up and I've watched about as much of this bloody soap opera as I can stomach." Balthazar interrupts abruptly, pushing to his feet, "Gabriel, Y/N is in love with you. Y/N, the archangel is head over heels for you. Now just fucking kiss already, you're making me sick."

Your jaw slackens, frozen in the archangel's arms and suddenly you're too scared to meet his gaze. You jolt when his fingers brush against your jaw, turning you to face him. 

"Is that true?" Disbelief grips hold and you can read it in every inch of his features.

You nod slowly, "I guess, yeah. I didn't know how to tell you--"

You're swiftly silenced by his lips pressed against yours, tugging you close and every nerve ignites when his fingers tangle in your hair.

"Wow, that was easier than I thought it'd be." Dean remarks after a moment.

"That's what happens when you're direct," Balthazar's lips curl upwards into a self-satisfied smirk.

"Great, now that they're making out, what do you propose we do?" Sam arches an eyebrow.

"Leave." Gabriel snaps, pulling back long enough for you to catch your breath.

"How about you two leave and get a room?" Dean retorts, waving towards the door.

"What do you say, sugar?" Gold finds y/e/c.

"Let's go." You lean closer, pressing a line of soft, sensual kisses down his jaw and it's all the incentive he needs to snap his fingers and the two ot you disappear.

"Well, that's a job well done," Balthazar claps his hands together, collapsing back into his chair, glancing around expectantly, "Who's next?"

"No."

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Gosh! I don’t know if it’s me but watching the gorgeous curly singer and the blonde straight-haired pianist, all I can see here is AU world famous classic singer!Sherlock with pianist!John (who comes from a not classical background). Its a nice enemies to friends to lovers fic.

This is the first time a send a submission so I hope the link to the video works fine. Also I apologise for my English, it’s not my first language.

(submitted by @johnlock-and-tea)

Vedrò con mio diletto L'alma dell'alma mia Il core del mio cor Pien di contento

Vedrò con mio diletto L'alma dell'alma mia Il core del quisto cor Pien di contento

E se dal caro oggetto Lungi convien che sia Sospirerò penando ogni momento

Vedrò con mio diletto L'alma dell'alma mia Il core del mio cor Pien di contento

(Lyrics from Letras.mu.br)

Hi Lovely!! First of all, no need to apologize at ALL! Seriously, never apologize for that, Lovely! You know one more language than I do, which I think is pretty gosh-darned amazing! 

Secondly, LOVE THE AU IDEA OMG LOL. The song is beautiful too, so I added it to my playlist, LOL. Thank you so much for showing this to me, OMG, I now have lots of AU feels about it XD

Love ya darling! <3