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littlemissmentallyunstable · 3 months ago

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title: starstruck

pairing: jameson hawthorne x reader

synopsis: you’re an actress and you’ve got through a few auditions got your dream roll, the next thing that comes up is a chemistry test that doesn’t quite go as you had planned

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, mild swearing, really intense make out session, mention of sexual tension

a/n: this is the jameson equivalent to paparazzi for grayson, thanks for reading 🤍🤍

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You sit alone at the bar, drinking a margarita. Your friend had bailed on you last minute but seen as you were already dressed up you decided to go anyway. Why waste all that effort? Besides you deserved this. Tomorrow is a big day, you needed some time to sit back, relax, enjoy some drinks and breathe. Mid sip of your margarita, you catch the eye of someone across the room. He has tousled dark hair, unruly yet it suited him quite well and striking green eyes. Those green eyes sent something through you, the ghost of a shiver down your spine that sent warmth into your body. There was something about those eyes… You quickly look away, not letting your gaze linger for too long, you need to stay focussed. You stare at your drink, your fingers subconsciously playing with the glass as you think about the future that may come if tomorrow plays out the way you would like it to.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

His voice is low and alluring and reels you in from deep thought. It might’ve made you jump, if you weren’t so fixated on where your mind was running off to. You look up to see it’s the man you’d made eye contact with previously. Close up, he looks even more attractive. Steady jawline, wicked smile, bold eyebrows, striking features. He is quite tall, even when he sits beside you it’s noticeable. He’s really very gorgeous and at any other point in your life, meeting a guy like him would’ve been perfect. But now wasn’t the time for guys, now was the time to focus on getting your career back on track.

“No thank you,” you say, a certain sharpness in your tone. You wanted to make it very clear you were saying no.

“Are you sure?” he asks, one of his dashing eyebrows raised a little.

Oh… so he was the stubborn type, this should be entertaining.

“I’ve got one,” you say, holding up your half-empty margarita.

His mouth forms an ‘o’ shape and he nods, ordering himself something. His drink arrives in a matter of minutes, that’s when he turns and says, “I couldn’t help but notice you from over there.”

His head jerks to where he had previously been standing. You decide you fancy playing with him a little, seeing how easy it’d be to break his cool, flirty facade. Some men needed to be humbled and he seems like one of them.

“Oh yeah, and why’s that,” you ask, expecting a delayed answer or not one at all.

“Because you’re breathtaking,” he answers almost immediately, staring into my eyes.

You’d expected him to fumble but he’d turned the tables. He’s bold and unafraid, vulnerability didn’t scare him. You searched for a witty, uninterested reply but your brain is still hooked in the compliment from this handsome stranger, “I’m not interested,” you blurt out. The words fall from your mouth without you even thinking.

“Straight to the point,” he coughs, his ego probably a little bruised, “that’s cute.”

“Don’t call me cute,” you scowl at him. No better way to deter a man than scowling, but he didn’t seem to be too deterred.

“I could make you interested you know,” he shrugs, “if you gave me a chance?”

“The smell of male desperation is so…” you take a moment to find the right set of words, “pathetically pungent.”

“Who says I’m desperate?” he asks, cocking his head to one side, a graceful yet annoying smirk plastered on his lips.

“I told you I’m not interested and yet you’re still here,” you reply cooly.

“I like challenges, call me a player of sorts,” he explains, “riddles, mind games, secrets, I love the lot.”

“Well here’s a riddle for you then… what has two eyes, a margarita in her hand and isn’t interested in you at all?” you force a sickly sweet smile.

“My great aunt,” he replies, smiling right back.

“I don’t think you’re as good at these riddles as you thought,” you criticise, taking another swig of alcohol.

“And I don’t think you’re uninterested,” he tells me, “body language speaks volumes sweetheart-“

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” you snap suddenly, raising your voice a little louder than you’d intended.

“You’re facing completely toward me, your posture is open, you’re looking directly at me and you occasionally scan over the rest of my body,” he says, “if you were uninterested that wouldn’t be happening. Not to mention our eyes kept meeting from across the room.”

You smile slightly and then swivel around on your chair so your back is completely towards him. You hunch over wishing you had some sunglasses to reinforce the no eye contact thing.

“How’s this for body language,” you call, not even looking over your shoulder to see his reaction.

“I much prefer looking at your face but the back of you is a perfectly nice view as well,” he says smoothly. Well, wasn’t that annoying.

Your cheeks heat up and you spin back around, “please leave me alone.”

“Alone…” he ponders, “not with anyone?”

“My friend is in the bathroom,” you lie quickly.

“She’s been there for a while,” he raises an eyebrow.

“And how would you know that?” you question, folding your arms tightly across your chest.

“Because I’ve watched you for a while,” he shrugs in response.

“You do realise that just makes you sound like a massive stalker-ish creep right?” you ask, trying not to laugh a little.

“Let me reword then…” he pauses, “I’ve observed you.”

“I think that’s worse,” you tell him, finishing the last of your drink, before getting up to leave.

As you begin to walk away, the man begins to follow you. Like a bad smell, you think, mentally rolling your eyes.

“Where are you going?” he asks, eyes wide.

“I’m leaving,” you reply, ice cutting through your tone.

“Bit early to be leaving,” he says, checking his watch. You sneak a glance, it’s expensive.

“I have work tomorrow,” you shrug, picking up your walking pace.

“What do you do?” he attempts.

“I’m leaving,” you repeat, firmer and flatter this time.

“Without my number?” he asks.

“Of course,” you say bluntly, as if he’d asked you whether the sky was blue.

“What about your friend? In the bathroom?” he taunts, a pathetic attempt of a joke.

“Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes and debate slapping him across the face. You decide not to, just this once and make your way down the outdoor staircase. Cabs awaited at the bottom and you intend to catch one. Unfortunately Mr a-bit-too-obsessed seems to intend to catch up with you.

“Let me pay for your cab,” he offers suddenly, when you’re nearly at the bottom.

“Absolutely not,” you scoff, laughing a little at his sheer boldness.

“Please?” he asks, as you reach the bottom of the staircase.

“No, piss off, I’m uninterested, remember?” you shout, opening the cab door, shooting a smile at the driver before turning back to the man.

He’s caught up now and was stood all but a meter away, “uninterested, yet your eyes keep grazing over my lips.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you almost laugh, “as if you can see what my eyes are doing in the dark.”

“I see everything,” he smirks, the upturned corners of his mouth annoyingly attractive.

“Goodbye,” you deadpan, slamming the door.

“Bye sweetheart,” he calls, “and the name’s Jameson by the way.”

***

The next morning, you arrive at the studio a few minutes early and wait outside. The nervous excitement was roaring around inside of you as you stared at the sky. This was your dream job, what you’d worked to get to for as long as you could remember. You wanted this more than anything. If you landed this role it made all the turned down auditions, all the tears, all the times you almost quit, all those minuscule commercial jobs, it made it all worth it. Last year, when you’d landed a job on TV show and gotten a little taste of fame you’d felt on top of the world. Working on a big piece like that was an entirely new experience and one that you wanted to experience again, especially as this character was a character that you personally connected to.

Going to that first audition had probably been the scariest moment of your life and you’d come out convinced you’d messed the whole thing. But to your utter shock and surprise you had gotten a callback… and then a second. You’d made it this far. You didn’t want to blow it now.

But you’d be lying if you told yourself the audition was the only thing on your mind today. A certain man from a bar also seemed to be encircling your thoughts paths, aggravatingly frequently. You don’t know why he’s such a prominent thought but you try to avoid it. He’s a little too distracting for a day as important at this.

Soon enough, the casting director walks out and spots you, beckoning you in. With a small smile you walk in and find a set with cameras being ect up in front of it. The set looks to be a standard bedroom, with a single bed, shelves, a wardrobe, beside table and lots of other little nicknacks scattered around.

“Hello, thanks for coming,” he says, as he shakes your hand firmly.

“Thank you for the callback,” you smile, with a little laugh on the end.

“You’re doing a chemistry test today,” he explains.

The sentence takes you off guard a little. Of course you’d done chemistry tests before but suddenly you felt a little unprepared. Today you’d expected to act alone, but now you were relying on someone else to bring out your performance as well.

You look around, “Where’s the other person?”

“Apparently he’s running late,” the director replies, checking his watch.

“Oh,” you murmur, your heart sinking just a little.

“But don’t he should be here soon,” he nods, “there’s a few seats over there, if you want to sit down and get yourself ready.”

“Isn’t there a script?” you ask, curiously.

“You won’t need one,” the director replies.

“Oh,” your brow furrow, “is it like improv?”

“Something like that,” he shrugs.

“Okay,” you reply sceptically, your mind running through ideas about what it could be that you were doing

You sit yourself down the chairs and begin to do something to distract your mind. Reciting song lyrics usually did the trick. It killed time and made you think. Half way through one of the songs you’d been listening to at the moment the doors burst open from across the room. Your eyes snap up to see a man at the door. Must be the person who was running late.

As your eyes skim over him, you get a funny feeling wash over you. You immediately recognise that mess of dark hair and bold green eyes. You wrack your brain as to where it is that you remember them from. And then it hits you, like a punch to the stomach. The man from the bar last night, Jameson, you recall him shouting after your taxi.

This just can’t be happening.

Of course the only person you had a chemistry test with today was the one person you had zero chemistry with whatsoever. But it didn’t matter, you thought, you were still going to perform at your best and show these directors that you deserved this.

So you make a plan. To do what you think is the smartest thing to do in this situation. You decide to play dumb. He was probably drunk and wouldn’t remember your face, like you’d remembered his. You convince yourself you don’t know him and he doesn’t know you. You’re just two strangers, two actors, who have to do a scene. The director waves you over and suddenly your legs ae just moving towards him. Your heart thuds in your chest as you approach.

It was definitely him. Those green eyes couldn’t belong to anybody else. Without the darkness of the night, he looked even better. He was bolder and brighter like this. His facial features were even more beautiful than you’d originally thought, no wonder he was in the running for a role. The fan girls would go crazy over this guy.

“Jameson, meet y/n,” the director says, gesturing to you, “I’ll let you two get to know each other a little whilst we finish setting up.”

You look at him, wondering if you should start the conversation to manipulate it how you wanted or whether you should let him. Though you don’t get much of a chance to analyse it as he already begins.

“I know you,” he says.

Well shit. You didn’t actually expect him to remember you. This put your plan in a bit of a fragile situation. But nevertheless, you stuck with it. Fake to ‘til you make it.

“I don’t think you do,” you say, adding a hint of confusion into your voice

“I know your face,” he insists.

Stubborn. You observe. He’s stubborn, just like last night. Well, you were stubborn too, so you continued with your little act.

“No you don’t,” you reply, with a little laugh on the end.

“I hit on you,” he says calmly, too calmly for your liking.

You almost choke on your own spittle. He really remembers last night then.

“I’m sorry!” you ask.

“Last night at the bar,” he continues cooly.

“I don’t drink,” you say simply, attempting to shut down the conversation.

“I saw you have two margaritas, don’t lie,” he says, that got awful handsome devilish smirk dancing on his face.

The smirk that makes your stomach flutter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, trying to stay as stubborn as he.

“You know you look so much better in this lighting, sweeheart,” he grins.

“Don’t call me sweetheart.”

The reaction was immediate and sudden, you have no control over it whatsoever. It’s like a deadly instinct.

“Oh so you do remember me?” he says, the smile now laced within his voice.

“Maybe I do,” you grit through your teeth, “but I declined you the first time, you’re a little brave to try again,”

“I am brave,” he tells me, “it’s one of my many green flags.”

“Such a shameless flirt,” you tusk, with an eye roll.

“Is that your type?” he wonder coyly.

“No,” you reply, blunt and sharp.

“What a pity,” he pouts with his pretty lips.

You choose not the say anything else. The conversation has run its course and ended. It’s better that way, when the two of you were not talking. That way he couldn’t make you feel anything. No flutters, no warmth. That’s the way it should be.

“I never knew you were an actress,” he says suddenly.

“And I never knew you were an actor,” you counter, mirroring the way he said it as well as his words.

“It’s really more of a hobby than a career path,” he replies nonchalantly.

“Well some people are serious about this stuff,” you say, a certain fierceness brought out in your voice.

“Are you some people?” he asks, smiling from ear to ear.

“Why does that matter?” you snap, not meaning to be so defensive all of a sudden. He didn’t need to know that you cared.

“Because it matters,” he says simply.

“Look I really want this part and I swear to god if you mess it up for me I will…. rip your head off or something,” you explain.

“I think you’ll get it,” he replies.

“What?”

“The part,” he clarifies.

“Why?”

“We’re about to do a chemistry test,” he shrugs, hands in his pockets.

“I’m aware,” you reply, your tone a little dead.

“So let’s show them what we’re best at,” Jameson shoots you a grin.

“Arguing?” you ask.

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, “having chemistry.”

“You must be out of your mind if you think we have chemistry,” you say.

“I’m out of my mind in love with you,” he replies.

Your cheeks immediately radiate heat and you can hear your heart drumming loudly in your ears. How dare he make you feel this way with just his stupid words.

“Oh shut up, that’s such a bad line,” you roll your eyes, pretending you were unbothered.

“I think you secretly liked it,” he whispers in your ear, a tingle going down your spine.

“You’re thinking wrong again,” you murmur.

“You’re definitely writing it in a pink fluffy diary and drawing love hearts around it,” he mocks, amusement in his tone.

“Have you been watching teenage girl movies or something?” you ask, slight notes of disgust and concern in your voice.

He doesn’t get a chance to bite back as the director walks towards us both and begins to explain what we’re doing today.

“So today we’re just testing out for good kissing chemistry,” the director explains.

“Kissing?” you repeat, jaw slack.

“We just want to film a few shots of you guys kissing to see if it’s a good match or not,” he explains further.

“I have to kiss him?” you clarify, trying not to portray your mortification on your face.

“Yes that is the general idea,” he deadpans at you.

“Oh,” you murmur.

“Will that be a problem?” he asks, judgmental eyebrows raised high into his forehead.

“Not at all,” Jameson almost sings, bearing his teeth for a witty smile.

“No,” you grit through your teeth.

“Brilliant, should we get started then?” the director asks.

You both nod, annoyingly in sync and then make your way to the bedroom set.

“Did you plan this?” you hiss, as you get set up, so no one else could hear.

You can’t help yourself. The curiosity was gnawing at you. Could he really have wanted a kiss that badly to plan all of this?

“Yes I came in here and told the director to change his whole schedule so we could kiss,” he rolls his eyes sarcastically.

You opt for silence.

“Obviously not!” he exclaims, “look I know you thought I was a creep but that’s a whole new level-“

“Sorry,” you blurt out, “I was only curious.”

“Curiosity killed the cat, did it not?” Jameson says, his mouth twisting into a familiar smile.

“Maybe it was a stupid cat,” you murmur.

“Or maybe it was a smart cat that was a little too curious,” he replies.

“I guess we’ll never know,” you say, your voice low and slow.

“I guess we won’t,” he murmurs back, a level of seduction in his tone, that causes heat to rise in your face.

You are directed to be positioned with your back on the make-shift set wall with Jameson standing over you. The cameras were twisted and turned around you, capturing all angles needed. You brace yourself ignoring how hard you are breathing and how much your heart is thumping in your chest.

“ACTION.”

He makes the first move and presses his lips onto yours, his hands cupping your face. The motion is very gentle, delicate almost, making you feel fragile. His lips so soft and smooth and you find myself not only kissing back, but wanting to. He tastes indescribably addictive and after that first gentle kiss you don’t think you can get enough. You want to taste this every day of my life. You close your eyes, discarding any previous hesitation you’d had about this experience and start to enjoy it.

Slowly his hands slip around your waist, his soft touch surprising you a little. Your arms meet around his neck. You don’t break for breath. You and him have come to the silent agreement that breathing doesn’t seem to matter anymore. You’ve never felt so positively sure of something that you want until this very moment moment. He pushes his lips harder against yours and you follow suit. The kiss deepens as he hums in pleasure. A low hum right from the back of his throat. It takes you off guard slightly but you move past it and keep kissing his pretty little lips. It’s like a dance, driven off of feeling for music and movement of the body.

You want to know every crevice, every morsel and every surface of his lips. You want to know what they desire and how to give it to him. You could feel his heartbeat thumping due to the closeness of your chests. He’s intense but you like it. You like the intensity of this moment and how your mind was so wrapping up in it you couldn’t think of anything else. You loved the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You kiss again, deepening it further and then…

Desperation takes over and suddenly you’re both ravenous for one another. Feverishly kissing rough and passionate kisses. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him, so you’re pressed right up against his body. Your hands now find themselves deep within his hair, clinging to chunks of it. You feel so violent that you fear you might pull some out. The kiss is now savage in a delightful kind of way that you never would have imagined. You wanted him to bite your lip so hard it drew blood, you wanted the heat, you wanted the frenzied feelings.

But then the movement slows again, he lets you know he wants a gentler approach. He slows down the kiss and really feels your lips, almost tickling them. It’s like he’s teasing you in the best way possible. His lips of velvety soft, brushing against your own. You let your kisses fall into a more soothing, delicate rhythm, tenderising each one’s, tailoring it to be even softer than the last and-

“CUT.”

You’d forgotten this was just a scene, just a chemistry test. You’d forgotten where you were or why you were there. Your mind had been paralysed by his lips. So lost within emotion and lust and love. Love? Suddenly you’re angry, angry at him for doing this to you, making you forget who you were for a moment, for having that kind of power. And yet, when the director yells cut, your lips still linger.

You finally break away, breathing heavily. You stare into his green eyes, your lips still tingling, your tongue still craving another taste. You look away, you can’t bear to meet his eyes for fear you might attempt something stupid. The devil is in his eyes and he’s reaching out to your heart. That isn’t a position you were prepared to be in

“Well if I’m not mistaken,” he grins, chest moving up and down as he too is out of breath, “that’s felt like chemistry to me.”

“Maybe you’re mistaken then,” you lie.

“I could feel your heart beating sweetheart-“

“Don’t call me sweetheart,” you almost yell.

“It was beating real hard,” he finishes, still not quite caught his breath back.

You finally look up and he is already there to meet your gaze. You don’t even bother to answer him. You just continue to get lost into the deep forests and the stories they told.

“Thank you guys, that was brilliant, absolutely spectacular, I could just feel the sexual tension through the screen, which is exactly what we’re looking for,” the director says.

You can feel Jameson smirking from behind and it’s bugging you. You don’t want there to be sexual tension between you and him, you don’t want there to be anything between you and him other than a brick wall right now. You hate the way your cheeks are ruby red and how your heart rate can’t seem to slow because you know he’s there, behind you.

“Would you mind both coming back in tomorrow so we can test out an actual scene rather than just a kiss?” the director asks.

You ponder it for a moment, you could decline, never come back, lose this job and never see Jameson again. But lose your dream role for a guy who’s pissing you off? Absolutely not. You didn’t get this far for someone like him to get in the way.

Jameson hasn’t replied yet. You assume he is waiting for you to answer first to make his decision .

“I’ll be there,” you say firmly.

“And so will I,” Jameson winks.

“Perfect, thanks you two!” The director smiles, walking back off.

Once he’s completely out of the way you let out a long breath and close your eyes. You’d gotten through yet another day of auditions and you would be back tomorrow. If this goes well then you get all that you want. That’s all that matters.

“See you tomorrow,” he grins at you, flashing his brilliant emerald eyes, “sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes ignoring the butterflies in your stomach. You didn’t protest to the nickname this time. Lord help you tomorrow.

a/n: I can’t lie, I don’t really like what I’ve written here but thought I’d post it anyways. Something about it is just… bleh. I might do a rewrite at some point???

thank you to whoever requested this, sorry I took me a little while and also sorry it wasn’t that good… thanks for your patience 🤍🤍

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iamyoursonly · 1 year ago

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Today’s bus ride (11/11/2023)

i was on the bus and was listening to music it was very relaxing and i had nothing to do so i wrote this

The rain was pouring cats and dogs as I gazed out of the bus window. As each raindrop fell on the glass, a slow rhythm started playing in my heart. The traffic was moving slowly in this rain, the bus moving bit by bit and I could only wait until I reached my destination.

At the next station the bus stopped, this pretty white haired man got on and sat next to me. He was so prettily breathtaking I couldn’t help but stare a bit. The soothing tone of the rain hitting the glass and the beating of my heart made a perfect harmony when I think about it.

Passerbys walking were holding up their umbrellas. The variety of colours were like the rainbow, so colourful and special. And the man with the white hair still sat next to me, and the feeling felt just like home. I wonder why. Maybe it’s because he smelled like rain.

When the jam was finally over and the air in the bus seemed a bit colder in my shorts and baggy tee. The man next to me appears to have noticed me shaking and made a kind offer to hand me his leather jacket. It must’ve been the air conditioning above me, but I couldn’t help but notice how the texture of the leather jacket seemed extremely expensive when he handed me it.

“How can I return it, sir?” I asked, and he just smiled and pointed to the left pocket on the jacket. What can I say, his smile was so precious.

The ride seemed extra long and awkward when we’re stuck again in traffic and this time with me in a stranger’s jacket. I look at my phone, 1:04 PM. It’s been 30 minutes, I sigh, and the man who lent me the jacket was on his phone.

Long after the bus stopped again did he stand up and nodded to me, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Then the man got off.

I just remembered that he pointed to the left pocket of the jacket when I asked him for the contact. To my surprise there was a note, saying ‘Just keep the jacket ;)’ with the prettiest handwriting I have ever seen.

The bus ride really did feel longer when the man left my side, for no reason I felt some attachment towards him.

Another 15 minutes had passed and I’m still stuck in traffic. I was on the news app scrolling through. Then I noticed the white haired man on the headlines. ‘28-year-old Gojo Satoru had inherited his father’s business and will be contributing to the society starting from today’.

That’s why he could afford that expensive leather jacket. I held onto it and hoped to return it to him one day.

When I finally got off the bus, the rain had stopped and the refreshing breeze mixed with the wind felt extra cool. It felt like I can appreciate everything in that moment, how the weather was so perfect I won’t sweat, or how it’s not so cold I’d freeze.

Lowkey I was quite curious about his background so I googled the man on my walk back home.

Gojo Satoru, a successor to the infamous business his father founded, and his yearly income was around 50 million. It’s heard that the 28-year-old man is looking for a wife to marry, one that could likely help him with his business.

When I got home, the man with the white hair looked empty without his leather jacket, but he was standing right in front of my door.

“Hey, good to see you again.”

Since it was such a shock I thought I was dreaming, it felt ethereal with such a gorgeous man standing in front of me.

“Hey.” That was all I could muster out. But the man in front of me chuckled and held out his hand for a formal handshake.

“Let me make my entrance properly, I’m Gojo Satoru. Nice to meet you.”

I took his hand, “Nice to meet you too.”

Unknown to me, this encounter had another ulterior motive. And soon after, this man had became my fiancé and then my husband. I guess this could be said as a hell of a ride. But the joy I feel with him can never be felt with another person.

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ectstasy · 1 year ago

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔲𝔰

ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ: ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ x ɴᴏɴ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.9ᴋ

In the elegant ballroom, every individual glided with elegance and grace, their movements perfectly synchronized with the melodies of the violin and piano. Y/N sat on one of the chairs, admiring the couples twirling in harmony, yearning for a partner of her own.

At that moment, her eyes locked with a man across the room, and his intense gaze caused a subtle blush to spread across her cheeks. She tried to tear her gaze away, but his magnetic presence held her captive.

The rest of the world faded into a blur as it seemed that only the two of them existed in the room. Captivated, the man approached her, bowing respectfully and extending his hand. "May I have this dance, my lady?" Unexpected, yet Y/N didn't hesitate to accept the invitation. "Yes, you may," she replied as her hand interlocked with his. He secured his hand firmly around her waist, while hers rested on his chest.

As they moved to the rhythm of the music, their eyes never wavered from each other's gaze. Transfixed by the captivating allure they each possessed, they danced as if nothing else mattered in the world.

Unbeknownst to them, the gazes of those in the ballroom were fixated on the couple. Some onlookers were shocked, some filled with wonder, and others brimmed with joy.

A warm smile graced the man's lips as he complimented her, "You are truly beautiful, miss. May I inquire your name?" The girl's smile mirrored his, and she responded, "I am Y/N...and what might your name be?" He paused for a moment, seemingly contemplating before finally uttering, "Yeosang." Y/N's eyes widened in astonishment, causing the dance to come to an abrupt halt.

The enchantment was broken, revealing the sea of stares directed towards them. Overwhelmed with sudden awareness, Y/N quickly bowed before him, her voice trembling, "Prince Yeosang, please accept my sincerest apologies for any rudeness on my part!" A gentle, breathy laugh escaped his lips, a melody more beautiful than the melodies produced by any violin or piano. "It would be rude of you if you didn't continue dancing with me, miss Y/N," he assured her. Slowly, she lifted herself up, never breaking eye contact with the man. His hands naturally found hers, and they resumed their dance, as if the interruption had never occurred.

"You know, I'm not some princess or anything. My father is actually a castle guard, and we were just invited." She made sure to assert her true identity to him, but he didn't seem too concerned.

"I'm not sure I understand what that has to do with the current situation," he replied, not fully connecting the dots. She bit her lip, at a loss for words, and remained silent.

"Do you ever get the feeling that we've met before?" he asked, looking genuinely curious. "I don't think so," she replied, causing Yeosang to flash her a smile so beautiful it seemed to light up her entire world. "Then I want to get to know you," he added, glancing around the room and noticing the stares they were getting from the other attendees. "Things are getting a bit awkward in here," he remarked, then turned his attention to someone behind Y/N. She followed his gaze to find Prince Taehyun, his brother, standing there. Taehyun seemed to understand the unspoken signal and immediately made his way to their parents' throne. Raising his glass, he shouted with excitement, capturing everyone's attention.

"Listen up, everyone gathered here! I have an announcement," Taehyun exclaimed. As the focus shifted from Y/N and Yeosang to Taehyun, Yeosang took the opportunity to grab Y/N's hand and swiftly guide her towards the exit of the ballroom.

•『♡』• ════════════•『♡』

Y/N took in the breathtaking sight of the beautifully arranged garden she found herself in. Blooming colorful flowers of various shapes and sizes adorned the landscape, they swayed gently in the cool breeze.

"I've always had a fondness for flowers," he stated, plucking a delicate pink rose and presenting it to her. Y/N gazed at the flower, smiling appreciatively. Looking up at him, she replied, "You know, flowers often have deeper meanings."

"Oh, really? What does this one represent?" he inquired, pointing to the rose now cradled in her hand. "It symbolizes being destined to be together, forever," she responded. He chuckled softly, gazing up at the twinkling stars in the sky. "I know we just met, but there's something about you that captivates me deeply."

Taken aback by his words, Y/N asked, "In what way?" His gaze locked with hers, and she felt her heart skip a beat. "I believe you are the one mentioned in Aphrodite's message," he declared. Confusion furrowed her brows as she questioned, "Aphrodite's message?"

Yeosang nodded, continuing to explain, "Long ago, during my great grandfather's reign, he was blessed by Aphrodite. She proclaimed that his kingdom would prosper as long as the succeeding heirs found their perfect match. If one were to marry someone who isn't their destined partner, Aphrodite's deal would be broken, and the kingdom would face ruin."

The revelation left Y/N speechless. "Are you suggesting that I am your perfect match?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with shock. Before he could answer, his smile spoke volumes. "Prince, I'm not of royal status. I am just the daughter of a guard. How is this possible?" she questioned, her voice filled with doubt.

He gently pressed his finger against her lips, urging her to be silent. "My grandfather used to tell me the story of how he fell in love with my grandmother. Once he discovered their connection, he brought her to this very spot, and the stars above shone with brilliance." He moved his hand from her lips to her chin, tilting it upward to gaze at the sky. "The stars above us shine brighter when I'm with you."

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"You dare to mock me in such a manner, Kang Yeosang!" his mother roared angrily. "Dancing with a girl who isn't even of royal status?!" The memories of the previous night replayed in her mind, fueling her fury. Picking up a delicate vase, she hurled it across the room towards Yeosang. However, he stood unmoving, not even flinching as the vase narrowly missed him, shattering against the wall. He clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fixed to the ground.

"Mother, I'm certain there's a rea-" Taehyun began, attempting to defend his older brothers actions. His mother swiftly cut him off. "Silence, Kang Taehyun," she commanded, instilling fear in the younger boy.

"Out of all the elegant ladies present in the ballroom, why did you choose her?!" his mother continued to berate him. "She appears unkempt, and her dress seems to be made of the cheapest material in the entire kingdom!" As his mother insulted Y/N, frustration surged within Yeosang.

"Mother, please refrain from speaking such harsh words out of anger," Yeosang implored, earnestly trying to reason with her. His mother shot him a piercing glare in response. "Is it only because of her captivating beauty or her enticing figure that you dare to defy your own mother?" she taunted, catching Yeosang off guard.

He looked at his mother, his shock evident. "Don't you remember the story of my grandparents? After feeling a deep connection, grandfather brought grandmother out into the night, and the dull stars radiated with their presence, a clear sign that she was the one meant f-". "I forbid you to see her," his mother interjected, cutting off Yeosang before he could finish his sentence. Yeosang was taken aback by his mother's firmness. "But me and grandfather's-" he tried to protest, but his words fell on deaf ears.

"Enough!" his mother exclaimed, her tone leaving no room for argument. "I will not allow you to jeopardize our family's reputation over some infatuation with a girl who does not belong to our social circle." Yeosang felt a mixture of anger and frustration building up inside him, yearning to be released. His mother continued as if she wanted his rage to pour out.

"Your grandfather simply spoke senseless words. Age has clearly taken a toll on his mind." Yeosang scoffed at her response. "Mother, a perfect match is not solely about the image one projects in the future. It is about love."

Now it was Yeosang's mother's turn to scoff. "If that were truly the case, our kingdom would have perished the moment I married your father." Deep down, she knew she was lying – she genuinely loved Yeosang's father with all her heart. However, she wanted to make her point. These words struck Taehyun like a blow. With tears welling in his eyes, he abruptly ran out of the room, seeking solace elsewhere. Yeosang sighed deeply, leaving the room to comfort his distraught brother.

Left alone in the room, the woman felt the weight of her rage and the sting of her hurtful words. Sitting down, she buried her face in her hands, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt immense shame for allowing such destructive fury to control her actions and words.

"How could she say that, brother?!" Taehyun exclaimed, tears streaming down his face. "Father has been nothing but loving and devoted to her, fulfilling her every desire. Why must she belittle you for something as innocent as falling in love? Just because Y/N is not of royal status, as if that means anything." Taehyun wiped away his tears, his heart heavy with frustration.

Yeosang let out a deep sigh, wrapping his arms around his younger brother in a gentle embrace. "You know our mother, Taehyun. She often gets so caught up in winning arguments that she resorts to unnecessary and hurtful words." Yeosang's voice was filled with understanding and compassion as he comforted his brother.

Taehyun looked up at Yeosang, their eyes locking in understanding. His grip on Yeosang's hand tightened, causing Yeosang to raise an eyebrow in curious anticipation. "Brother, please don't give up your love for Y/N just because of mother's disapproval," Taehyun pleaded earnestly. "It doesn't matter what she thinks. It's you who will know if Y/N is your soulmate or not. You felt that deep connection with her, didn't you?"

A warm smile spread across Yeosangs face, his brother's words. "I promise you, Taehyun, I will not give up on her," he vowed confidently, his determination shining through.

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Y/N stood in the kitchen with her mother, recounting the events of the night. As her mother listened intently, she couldn't help but express shock at the news. "The prince likes you?!" she exclaimed. Y/N simply nodded, unable to contain her smile. Soon, Y/N's father returned home from work, discovering his two favorite people engrossed in conversation. When he inquired about the topic, he was met with an answer that horrified him. "Y/N... no, I don't believe this is a good idea. The queen is incredibly traditional, and we are not of royal blood. She would never accept this." Y/N's face fell upon hearing her father's words. "But father-" she began, only to be interrupted. "No, Y/N... this is impossible. Even if the prince likes you, his power is overshadowed by his mother's. Even if he were to become king, he would be bound by his mother's rules," he explained gravely. Witnessing Y/N's disappointment, her mother attempted to reason. "Perhaps the queen won't be conservative forever. She may eventually be compelled to let her son follow his heart," she suggested optimistically. However, the father shook his head, his knowledge of the queen's disposition rooted in his experiences as a guard by her side. "I'm afraid not," he replied with a heavy sigh. Y/N let out a quiet sigh and mustered a sad smile for her parents. "May I be excused?" she asked, already knowing the answer. Her mother nodded in understanding, while her father begrudgingly gave his permission. Their eyes refused to let Y/N out of their sight as she ascended the stairs, disappearing from their view.

Once Y/N entered her room, her gaze immediately fell upon the Aphrodite idol resting on her nightstand. Overwhelmed with emotion, she threw herself before it, tears streaming down her face. It was the cruel reality that she had fallen in love with the boy in mere hours, and now she feared the possibility of never seeing him again. "Oh, dear goddess Aphrodite," she pleaded, her voice quivering. "You, the deity of love, I beseech you to tell me that this is not the end. The arrow of love has pierced my heart, and the pain is unbearable. Please have mercy."

Less than ten minutes later, Y/N heard her mother's voice calling for her from downstairs. Hastily wiping away her tears, she looked at herself in the mirror before deeming her appearance suitable for concealment. As she descended the stairs, she was met with a shock—standing before her was the familiar face of Prince Yeosang. Unable to contain her surprise, she exclaimed, "Prince Yeosang?!" and ran down to him. He took her hand in his and offered it a gentle kiss. "Miss Y/N," he greeted her, a smile spreading across his face.

Y/N was left dumbfounded. "What... why are you here?" she managed to question, her voice filled with both wonder and confusion.

"Why else? I wanted to see you," he replied, his smile unwavering. "I apologize, Your Majesty, for my audacity in asking," Y/N's father began, but was promptly interrupted by Yeosang. "No need for formalities, Mr. L/N. I am not my mother," he reassured, causing a smile to grace the man's face.

"Thank you, Prince, but I wanted to inquire about your mother... I have been working by your side for eight years—I am not blind to her... ways," Y/N's father expressed, his concern evident. Yeosang let out a chuckle and placed his hands on the man's shoulders. "Everything will be all right, as long as we all keep this a secret," he assured, the worry visible upon his face. Y/N's mother chimed in with a smile, "I'm sure we can all manage that. Now go along, you two! You deserve some privacy."

Y/N brought Yeosang into her room, and his gaze immediately landed on the Aphrodite idol placed there. "Aphrodite," he said, pointing at the idol. "You're devoted to her, aren't you?" Y/N smiled and nodded. "Yes, ever since I can remember," she replied, patting the bed to signal Yeosang to sit next to her. "So... this has to remain a secret?" she asked, a sad smile on her face. "Yeah...till I become king on June." Seeing her sad face Yeosang sighed and took her hand looking into her eyes. He whispered in her ear, "I promise after the wait, I will make you my queen, Y/N."

Two months later:

"Mother, I can't marry her. I just can't," Yeosang said, shock evident on his face. His mother looked at him after smearing her lips with red lipstick. "You can, and you must," she replied firmly. Yeosang shook his head, grabbing his mother's shoulders and forcing her to look into his eyes, expressing his strong refusal. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to fall. "Mother, I don't love Jiyan, and I never will. I can't marry her," he pleaded. His mother forcefully removed his hand from her shoulders. She was about to say something when Yeosang muttered, "I love Y/N..." A chuckle escaped her lips. "Yeosang," she said, gently touching his cheek. "Do it for me, my love. Do it for your brother, your father. Everyone will be happier knowing we have an experienced queen. Besides, the marriage has already been arranged." Yeosang hung his head, knowing he was defeated. "The least you could do for me, mother, is let me see Y/N one last time." The woman nodded, relenting. "Fine. I give you permission."

Y/N sat by the serene lake behind her family's yard, lightly dipping her feet in the water. The sensation brought her a much-needed sense of tranquility. "Y/N..." she heard her lover's familiar voice call out. "Yeosang!" she exclaimed, rushing to embrace him. But as she held onto him, she noticed that he didn't return the embrace, sending an unsettling feeling through her. Something was wrong. "Yeosang, are you okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. The boy couldn't meet her gaze as he reluctantly spoke. "I'm getting married." The words hit Y/N like a tidal wave, filling her with shock, anger, and profound sadness. "Yeosang, what are you saying?" she pleaded. Summoning all his strength, he looked into her eyes, tears streaming down his face. "Y/N, maybe I was mistaken about us being the perfect match. I can't be with you," he confessed, on the verge of leaving. In a desperate attempt to hold onto their love, she grabbed his hand. "I love you, Yeosang. And you love me too. We are the perfect match. We love each other," she protested. Taking a deep breath, he finally met her gaze. His next words struck her like a dagger to the heart. "I don't love you. I'm sorry," he declared, his words feeling painfully untrue. Overwhelmed with shock, Y/N collapsed to the ground. Unable to bare the sight of her devastated face after uttering those cruel words, Yeosang turned away and left. His heart ached as he walked away, knowing that his words had dealt a fatal blow to both of their hearts.

On the day of the prince's wedding, the entire kingdom was engulfed in an atmosphere of celebration and joy. Excited crowds made their way to the grand palace, eager to witness the union of the royal couple. Y/N's parents, dutiful as they were, joined the festivities, but Y/N couldn't bring herself to participate. Instead, she mustered the courage to tell her mother that she was feeling unwell. Sympathetic and understanding, her parents left her alone in her bed, not wanting to subject her to any more pain. But as Y/N lay there, feeling lifeless and devoid of purpose, her gaze wandered up to the sky above. She felt as if she could no longer bear the weight of her existence. It was in that moment of despair that she turned her attention to the Aphrodite idol, seeking solace in the goddess of love. Determined to reunite with her true love, Y/N left her home and arrived at a cliffside where she had a perfect view of the kingdom. In the distance, she could see the fireworks lighting up the sky, a celebration of the newly wedded couple. With a heavy heart, she whispered to the goddess, "Forgive me, Aphrodite, but I cannot bear to live without my true love. My purpose in life was fulfilled the moment I met him." With those words, she took a fateful step off the cliff. The impact of her body hitting the ground marked the end of her earthly existence, her soul departing from her body and embarking on its journey to the afterlife.

Aphrodite's eyes snapped open, and she sat up, causing her servants to be filled with confusion. "Goddess, what's wrong?" one of them inquired. "Y/N..." was the only word that escaped Aphrodite's lips before she vanished into a cloud of shimmering pink dust, leaving her bewildered servants behind. The dust floated on the wind, carrying the essence of the goddess to the cliffside where tragedy had unfolded. As the dust settled upon the ground, it transformed back into the beautiful form of Aphrodite, her heart sinking at the sight before her. There lay the lifeless body of her dearest devotee, the one she had cherished like a child. "Y/N..." she whispered, reaching down to gently caress the girl's cheek. "My sweet, innocent child." As she gazed at the jubilant kingdom spread out before her, Aphrodite's eyes burned with anger. "I bestowed my gracious blessings upon them, with only one condition: a perfect match, I even had the stars above shine brighter to signify my approval. Yet, these people still defied my very words, forcing the prince into a loveless marriage and driving my devoted Y/N to take her own life. They shamelessly abused my kindness, driven by their hunger for the palaces image. Their actions for forbidding innocent love will be their own downfall." Aphrodite rose from the ground as she clenched her fists, her eyes fixed upon the kingdom that remained blissfully unaware of the rage they had ignited within the goddess's heart.

"Do you, Kang Yeosang, take Han Jiyan to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The officiant's voice hung in the air, but Yeosang couldn't bring himself to look at the girl standing before him. Deep in his heart, he knew he felt nothing for her. "I do," he managed to say, his voice devoid of conviction. As the words left his lips, fireworks illuminated the sky, as if signaling the gods' approval of the union. The crowd eagerly looked for a sign, but minutes passed without any magical happenings.

A sense of unease pervaded the atmosphere, and the king couldn't conceal his worry as he saw the clouds consuming the once blue sky, casting a somber shadow on the gathering. Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder reverberated through the heavens, capturing the attention of all. Fear gripped the people as they anxiously looked upward. The sky glowed with an otherworldly light, and amidst the ethereal display, a powerful voice echoed from above. "The prosperity bestowed upon this kingdom shall crumble, for within this union lies a love unrequited."

The queen's heart sank at the ominous announcement from the heavenly messenger. The silence was broken by Yeosang's father, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Yeosang... do you not love Jiyan?" Before the king could respond, a swirl of pinkish smoke materialized before the idol of Aphrodite. The onlookers gasped in astonishment as the shape of the smoke transformed into the most exquisite figure they had ever laid eyes upon. The clouds dispersed, leaving a woman standing in their midst.

"He does not love her," the woman declared, her voice commanding attention. The king, his curiosity piqued, asked, "Who are you?" "I am Aphrodite. The very goddess your ancestry was blessed by. And today, I was humiliated by you my dear king."The moment everyone heard the name, they fell to their knees in reverence. Yeosang, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, immediately bowed before her. "Forgive me my goddess..this is not his fault but mine," he pleaded. Aphrodite scoffed. "You are not to blame, my son. It pains me that you must bear the consequences of being born to a selfish mother."

Yeosang looked up at the goddess, shocked and confused. "What do you mean, goddess?" Aphrodite directed her gaze toward the queen. "My dear Y/N took her own life because she couldn't be with her love... because someone forbade it," she said, her eyes filled with a seething hatred. Yeosang felt as if a knife had pierced his heart at the mention of Y/N's name. "Y/N... is dead?" he whispered, his voice heavy with grief. Aphrodite confirmed his worst fear with a simple nod.

Overwhelmed by despair, Yeosang pleaded with the goddess through tear-filled eyes. "My goddess, please end my life. Y/N was my everything. My existence holds no meaning without her... Please." Aphrodite regarded the young man with a mix of compassion and sorrow. "Is that truly what you desire, my son?" Yeosang nodded, his resolve unwavering. "Then it shall be so. Every resident of this kingdom shall face their demise. This love, tainted with unrequited sorrow, is corrupted by sin."

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hello dear, it's an honor to finally meet the beautiful and charming you~

and I just wanted to ask, do you still accept requests, especially the ikemen vampire ones?....

If it's true you still, can I get the mansion residents with a beautiful and seductive Kitsune lady as their s/o?...

Pretty pleaseee 🥺

The honour is mine, my dear anon~ Now this request...I'm in love with it. I love it so much sooo... I'm going to do 6 instead of 5.

IkeVamp HCs: Kitsune!SO

How would they react to their s/o being a beautiful Kitsune?

Suitors: Napoleon, Dazai, Jean, Comte, Vlad, Charles

Warnings: Slight NSFW

Napoleon

The former emperor was fascinated by you from the beginning.

Although, he had no idea what a kitsune was until he got a run down from Dazai. He was a little...put off by the lore behind it.

Then again, far be it from Mr Demi Vampire to have negative preconceptions on a supernatural creature based on the superstition surrounding it...

And of course, he found you to be a sweetheart. A very gorgeous, beguiling sweetheart with tempting fluffy ears that he couldn't resist.

He would love to scratch behind them just to see you become putty in his hands.

This will only become more frequent when you became a couple, your ears would never be safe. Ever.

Especially when one day, he was blessed with the most breathtaking view ever seen by man.

He had agreed to meet you by the field of flowers he had taken you to before you were a couple, and it was on his way there that he heard light splashing. On instinct, he follows that sound until he found you, the sight of his nunuche rendering him unable to speak for a moment.

Nine large and graceful tails danced mesmerizingly in sensual movements against your damp skin as you bathed in the cooling water of the pond you stood in.

Your glowing eyes catch onto his jade ones as slit pupils fixed upon his stationary figure. A coy smile curls on your lips as you stood unabashedly naked in front of your beloved emperor.

"Oh my oh my...are you spying on me, 'Leon?"

It takes him a moment to respond to your sultry taunt.

"Nunuche...you look..."

He approaches you, paying no mind to the water against his boots as you stood unmoving, anticipation in your eyes. He gently lifts your chin and meets your lips in a kiss that starts rather gentle, before his hands venture beyond your shapely hips.

He is a lucky, lucky man, that Monsieur Bonaparte.

Dazai

The writer never found it easy to resist you. You were a alluring temptation with 9 tails and he had never imagined the legends that graced so much of his childhood, would one day be the subject of his love.

Had you told him once upon a time that he would fall in love with a living kitsune woman, he would have airily brushed you off. But then again, he'd have done the same, had he been told he would be reborn as a vampire.

And yet here he was.

He was quickly taken with you from the very first. How could he not? You were a vision of beauty, it's very definition, even in just your human form, you were nothing short of breathtaking.

When he first saw your ears, he made it a point to play with them often, feeling their softness between his fingers as he watched your beautiful face melt into relaxation.

When he first saw your tails-all of them, you were standing in front of him in his room, dimly lit only by a candle which illuminates the sultry simper on your soft lips as you maintained eye contact with your beloved.

Patient desire, curiosity and adoration filled golden eyes of autumn as they bore into yours, only intensifying as you began unravelling the sash holding your kimono together, the comfortable silk sliding against your curvaceous physique before crumpling to floor at your feet.

Dazai's breath was taken away.

Accompanying your fluffy white ears, the striking red around your luminous eyes. Nine large, luxuriant tails bloomed open like flower petals, lilting freely as two coyly hid your more forbidden areas from his sight, something that amused the writer, once he could catch his breath.

"My my, what a tease you are, little kitsune."

"Danna, I can't help but feel shy when you stare at me so intensely. It makes wonder what kind of things you'll do to me..."

The teasing in your mellifluous voice brought an almost predatory desire inside of him causing him to beckon you closer and taking your hand as you amble over to him.

"Why don't I show you want I want to do to you, beautiful one?"

He brings you into his lap to flick his tongue against your plush lower lip before enveloping you in a hungry kiss, as one of your many tails coiled behind him to get closer to him still as you ran your delicate fingers through his hair.

Jean

He was probably the most wary of you out of everyone.

What are you exactly? A fox woman? He wasn't sure he understood but at first, he kept his distance.

But not for long. He had difficulty resisting your feminine wiles, your charming smile and fluttering lashes. It wasn't too long before you had him wrapped around your elegant finger.

He soon found himself curious to know all about you, and only when you are together, does he gather the courage to touch your ears, only to be hooked to the soft feeling of them.

When he first saw all nine of your beautiful tails, he was completely speechless. He had found you in the garden one night, not doing anything in particular, surrounded by little blue flames which lit up your gorgeous features and your lissome curves, scantily clad in a loose kimono. One sharp pupiled eye moves to the corner of your eye, spotting your lover as your lovely lips curl into a smile, your pearly fangs glinting against the blue of the flame.

One of your tails gently brush against Jean's cheek in a loving caress, sending warmth up his spine as he remains focused solely on you, mesmerized by you, completely enchanted by you in all your glory.

"Jean...What is it? Fox got your tongue?"

You knew very well he was too taken by your beauty to answer, but you couldn't help but tease him a little

It takes a second for him to regain his composure, yet he is still somewhat breathless as he speaks.

"You are beautiful..."

He very gently touches one of the dancing tails, your soft fur meeting his skin. Your teasing smile softens into a calmer, happier one as you lean into his embrace, your tails encasing you both like a cocoon.

Comte

For all his travels and exploration, even Le Comte had yet to meet such an extraordinary creature such as yourself. Everything about you was fascinating to him.

He found you utterly remarkable, from your origins to the intricate clothing you wore at times, he was eager to know everything there was to know about you.

He could hardly resist your adorable white ears, often petting them absentmindedly when he stroked your glossy locks.

It wouldn't be too long before he was curious to see you in your full form, but he wold never pressure you into it, only when you were ready.

That day came sooner than he thought, to his golden-eyed delight.

He was writing at his desk, as he had been especially busy for the past week, and you, his loving partner, decided to distract him for the time being.

Comte was almost startles when he felt a soft brushing sensation against his cheek from behind.

"Cherie?"

He glances behind him to find several seductive tails surrounding him, encompassing him, and at the center of it, he felt your soft body pressing against him, your breasts molding against his shoulder blades.

Your soft lips brush against his ear as your tempting voice cooed to him like a siren's call.

"Why don't you take a break from all that paperwork and pay me a little attention~"

A tantalizing offer, one he had no intention of rejection. A smile come across his face as he captures your lips with his over his shoulder.

"Very well, ma belle."

The paperwork is left on the desk, forgotten as the good Comte focused on more important things.

Vlad

He very much took unabashed interest in you. He has been alive for a long time and yet you were the most beautiful phenomenon he has ever encountered.

Not only were you the most stunning woman he had ever seen, but you had an extremely lengthy lifespan, almost an eternity he can have with you. Could you be more perfect?

He took great interest in your ears, often tucking flowers behind them and whispering sweet words into them.

Not too surprisingly, you may have to start competing with Marshmallow for his attention. It would be a rivalry of sorts, between his pet fox and...well.... his other pet fox.

You'd try to outdo one another by receiving more attention and affection from the snow haired vampire. Charles is keeping score.

One day, you decided to use the ace up your sleeve. Vlad had yet to see you in your full form, so perhaps it was time for him to witness to what exactly it was he had all to himself.

That evening, when Vlad returned to his room, he was expecting to see you there...but not quite in the state he found you in.

There you lay on the bed, on you side and partially propped on your elbow, your hair loosely spread around the pillow, not a lace of clothing on your enticing figure, and 9 pristine tails seductively dancing around you, gently caressing your soft skin.

A sexy, fanged smile graces your visage as your glowing eyes gaze into crimson pools quickly filling with desire.

"Have you finally come to bed, my king?"

The alluring giggle twinkled like bells in the otherwise empty room as the pureblood silently made his way to you, his eyes never once leaving your voluptuous frame.

"Have I kept you waiting, my little fox?"

He braces his hands on your thighs as he moves you onto your back so he caged you in with his arms, spurred on by the feeling of your tails brushing his arms teasingly, claiming you in a kiss.

It could be said that yes...you certainly had a few advantages over Marshmallow...

Charles

He would have been at your feet if you'd been an average girl already...but now...you had him in a bit of a daze, dreaming of you frequently.

Your luscious body, your lovely face, your sexy smile...

He could go on and on about you and poor Faust would be on the receiving end of his gushing.

Your fluffy soft ears would never be left alone. He will find any excuse to caress them and massage them and tickle them. He just loves them to death and he finds them so cute on you.

He was so curious to see your tails, especially upon finding out that a kitsune typically had not one, not two, not even five but nine tails. Imagine that!

So he just up and asked you and you indulged him one day.

The early riser was woken up this time by a fluffy feeling against him. He opened one eye, and then both snapped open as soft white fur filled his vision. Your sparkling sharp eyes met his with coy playfulness as 8 tails swirled seductively around the both of you like swaying tree leaves.

Upon lifting his sleepy head from it's position, he realized he was lying on top of the ninth tail like a pillow.

"Good morning, Charles, sleep well?"

To say he was over the moon would be...an understatement.

"Y...Y/N! You're so pretty! Look at you, wowwww!"

He practically pounced on you to shower you with kisses, bubbling with adoration and excitement whilst you laugh ticklishly under him.

🌸

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onlyang3ll · 3 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering if I could put in a request with drew starkey? Where drew x readers meet cute is in a bookstore? All fluffy and the reader is really shy and she knows who he is so she’s a little anxious?

Nice To Meet You

a/n: OK I love this, and I sure hope I did your request justice. I really loved writing this one. I did not proof read all of it, but I am just exciting to get it uploaded. I could honestly make this into a few parts If some are interested in that. like little events from them meeting while on vacation. so please b kind, and give me more requests for drew or race that you wanna see! LOVE YOU ALLL<3

warnings: NOTHING I guess swearing. just fluff

word count: 1.5k

Being on vacation is fun. Until you run out of books to read. I packed three books for my two week long vacation and my e-reader. But of course I forgot my charger, so now only a week in I need a new book to read while laying out on the beach.

So that is where I am, a cute little indie bookshop in the town of Charleston. My family vacations here every year. As I walked around and eventually found myself looking through the romance section, I picked up a book I have been seeing going around everywhere. As I was reading the synopsis of the novel, I felt a presence beside me.

A light cough caught my attention, lifting my head. I was met with someone I felt like I recognized, but couldn't figure out how. “If you're thinking about grabbing that book you definitely should. A friend of mine was talking about it the other day.” The man smiled and nodded towards the book in my hands. I gave a smile back, “Yeah, I heard great things, I think I'm gonna grab it.” I normally wont hold conversations long with strangers, even super attractive ones. So I gave a nod and started to walk down farther to look at a different section of the shelf.

Why did I have to be such an introvert? This man, who is breathtaking to look at and seems so familiar, was trying to start a conversation with me I think. And what do I do? Shut it down, because I can't help but be shy.

“Are you looking for a certain book?” The voice of the man spoke again, “I don't work here but it seems like I should with how often I come in.” He let out a small laugh. I turn around to face him, suck it up and just talk to him.

I took in his height, damn he is tall. Then his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. That's when it hit me, this freaking rafe from the show outer banks. I think his name is Drew?

He stood up straight, running a hand through his hair, and cleared his throat. Oh my gosh I have been standing here silent like an idiot. My cheeks flush, how embarrassing. “Sorry, um, no not really searching for one specific book. Just need a good beach read. Here on vacation and I already read through all of my other books I brought along. Well I did bring my e reader too but forgot my charger, so that's really no use to me.” Just then I realize I am rambling and this famous actor doesn't care about my problems, so I just stop talking abruptly.

Social anxiety level is high right now. Like how do you even have a conversion with a famous person. I dont wanna freak him out if I admit that I know him.

He just chuckles a bit, “Oh damn how are you enjoying your vacation so far, besides the fact of running out of books to read?” He teased, playfully. I gave a nervous smile and turned to glance at my shoes, “it's nice, we come every year.” I am trying to look everywhere else besides his face. If I don't make eye contact, maybe I won't make a fool of myself. “Oh nice, I love it here. Currently I am here working.”

I assumed that. They must be filming the next season for the show he stars in. “That is cool,” that sounded rude. To make up for the lack of enthusiasm you smile, holding out your hand, “nice to meet you, i’m yn.” Shit my hand is sweaty, I cant pull it back now, his much larger hand grabs on and gives a little shake. “Drew,” he smiles sweetly at me. “I know,” I mentally slap myself. “I mean, you um look familiar, sorta pieced it together after you just said your name,” I pulled my hand back which he still had a grip on.

Drew smiled, “oh so you watched the show?” he did not sound cocky saying that, like i normally assumed most actors would if they were recognized. I just gave a small nod, then went to look at the book I held in my hands. “Would you wanna maybe grab a coffee with me?” He pointed to the little cafe section of the bookstore. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, having an internal battle with myself. I had no plans for the rest of the day besides laying out, but it has been sprinkling rain on and off all day so that is not very important. But what if i can't seem normal. Or ramble more like I did earlier.

“We could read together and just chat, or not chat. Whatever you want” Drew spoke up again, looking down to watch my facial expressions. I glanced and he was just beaming with this happiness and it sorta made me feel less anxious. “Sure, that sounds nice.” My words came out before I could even think about it anymore.

Maybe it's better it happened that way. Because now thinking about it, I want to create some crazy scenario to be able to leave.

“Let me grab a book, you grab a spot in line for the drinks and I will meet you over there.” He smiles and I nod while making my way to the line.

After we both ordered our drinks, him getting a simple black coffee with two sugars and my order being a hot green tea with lemon. He insisted on paying due to him being the one that invited me to enjoy coffee with him. I did not have the courage to fight back, he paid with a smile and placed his hand on my lower back guiding me to a table along the window.

He seems like a proper gentleman. Then I noticed he grabbed the same book as me. I smiled while taking a seat. “Figured we could read the same book, maybe chat about it.” His smile was so kind, “Yeah that sounds nice..” After taking a sip of my drink, we both got to reading.

It was nice being able to converse with someone about the book and being able to share thoughts and opinions. He is very smart and well spoken. After a while my nerves slowly faded away, and so did the sun. We had been sitting in the bookstore cafe for five hours. Halfway through the book, I look up. “I kept you here for the whole day, I apologize for that..” Drew laughed a bit, setting his book face down and open so he doesn't lose his page. “No it's okay, I had no other plans, the rain ruined my beach day.” I shrugged.

“Well I am glad it rained, because if it hadn't i wouldn't have been able to meet such a cute girl and convince her to spend her day reading with me” He winked, and smiled. My cheeks instantly turned red.

Before I could say anything else, Drew moves to grab my pen that I had out to annotate the book, and takes a clean napkin writing down something on it. He slides the pen and napkin over. It's his phone number scribbled on it. “Give me a call, text, facetime. Really anything, let's keep this little book club going. I don't want to keep you any longer, can't let you be late for your dinner.” He remembered my dinner reservations with my parents that I mentioned. We both stood up to gather our things.

As we made it out of the bookstore, the rain was not that bad but I flicked open the umbrella I had in my tote bag. “It was really great meeting you, I had a super chill time.” Drew turns to talk to me face to face, smiling. “Me too, thank you again for the drink” He waved it off, “I would love to see you again before you leave, and will be waiting for my phone to ring.” He grabbed onto my hand and brought it to my lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand.

I don’t think I have ever met a guy that is such a gentleman. I smiled, and just nodded. “A lady of very few words, yet I feel like I know exactly what you're thinking,” He teased, dropping my hand gently. “Okay be safe, and have a lovely dinner.” He started to walk backwards, I waved with my free hand that wasn't holding my umbrella. “Goodbye, Drew.. Talk soon.” As he disappeared from my view, I took a glance into my bag to make sure I grabbed everything from the table. I grabbed out my book to use his napkin he gave me with his number on it, and placed it in my book to keep my page book marked.

Taking a glance at the front of the book and rereading the title. ‘People we meet on vacation’

Hmm.. how ironic that is. I laughed to myself and made my way to dinner.

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goldengoddess · 4 years ago

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fake dating with jesper fahey

request: would you be willing to do a jesper x reader fake dating for heist purposes 👀 i’m a sucker for the trope and my boy

a/n: YES oh my god my favorite trope and my favourite boy! i did it in one shot form because i think its better<3 i got a lil carried away with this one

warnings: some quick heist violence, flirty comments, nothing too intense

“no,” you said to kaz, “absolutely not.”

he rolled his eyes and gave you a hard glare. “frankly y/n i’m not asking.”

you gripped the table tighter. you had not signed up for this. you were promised a couple of easy jobs with the dregs to get out of some trouble. a year, tops, of working under kaz brekker. that year had turned into two and now you didn’t know if you would ever leave.

but you hadn’t signed up for this.

you looked up at jesper. he twisted one of the rings on his finger and looked directly at kaz.

“you’re okay with this?” you asked him.

jesper made eyes contact with you and something in your stomach fluttered. it was unfair how breathtaking his eyes were.

“it’s just a job y/n. we get in there, talk to the mark, get our information and leave. yeah, this ones a lot messier with a lot more chance of getting caught but it’s just another job. ”

he didn’t sound too sure himself.

“except this time we’re going to have to pretend to date.” you mumbled, gathering up your things.

jesper chuckled and leaned closer to you, teasingly. “aw cmon, no need to act so disappointed i know it’s all you’ve been dreaming about since we met.”

you scoffed but felt the heat on your cheeks anyways.

kaz rolled his eyes, “save the flirting for the undercover work, yeah? y/n i’ve left you’re outfit in your room. meet outside the club at eleven bells.”

jesper followed kaz out of the room, giving you a quick wink.

oh it was going to be a long long night.

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you leaned against the wall of the club you and jesper would be in tonight.

you were dressed in an outfit that was too tight and too revealing and if this were any other occasion you would feel amazing in. but this wasn’t some other occasion, this was a job.

part of you wanted to pretend this was something else. that you and jesper were just two normal people who liked each other and wanted to go out on a date drinking.

but no. you and jesper were co workers who relied on the safety and money of kaz brekker. you were on a fake date, you were a fake couple.

the truth was, your feelings for jesper were anything but fake. the sharpshooter had you head over heels with one small smirk the day you met him.

but jesper’s ego didn’t need your confession of your feelings and you didn’t need a ruined friendship, so you kept your mouth shut.

but this job seemed impossible. it would be totally impossible for you to keep your cool as jesper pretended to be madly in love with you.

speak of the devil, you thought as jesper strutted towards you.

“ah love, you didn’t even give me a chance to pick you up. i’m a gentleman you have to let me show it to you” he joked and wrapped his arm around your waist.

you let out a breath and rolled your eyes, “let’s just get this over with.”

“i can see how eager you are to go out with me angel face” jesper said.

the two of you stepped into the club, the music was loud and people were pressed up against each other.

jesper led you to one of the tables close to the corner but not too far from the real action of the club.

he pulled out on chair and took a seat. you made a move to pull out another but jesper grabbed you by the arm and pulled you down onto his lap.

“gotta make it look real” he whispered into your ear.

you let out a huff and wiggled to get comfortable on his chair.

he laughed, “cmon, cant even pretend to like me? i know you do, just admit it you can’t resist this handsome face.”

you tried to laugh along, knowing he was only messing around with you.

but your heart was hammering in your chest and you could feel jesper’s breath tickling your neck.

if one of the guys in here that wanted to kill you and your team didn’t take you out tonight, a heart attack caused by jesper fahey’s beautiful scent just might.

the man you two had to talk to was standing near the bar, scanning the club. you quickly angled your body so you faced jesper more fully and started running your fingers through his hair.

“what are you doing?” he asked in an amused voice.

“he’s watching” you mumbled, “gotta make it look believable.” saints, how was his hair so nice?

jesper closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. he let out a soft hum of pleasure and you swore you would do anything to be the only one to hear that sound forever.

but before you had the chance to contemplate that, reality struck.

“he’s coming over” you warned jesper as you saw the man the two of you needed to get some information from walking towards your table. you moved your hands onto your lap and moved so your back was pressed to jesper’s chest.

jesper’s grip on your hips tightened and you tried to give him a reassuring smile, everything was going to be fine right?

“remember, you’re madly in love with me” he whispered right before the man sat down in front of the two of you.

oh how right you were jesper

“oh look what a happy couple, the two of you look great together” the man in front of you said.

you let out a giggle and leaned into jespers body, “thank you.”

“how long have the two of you been together?”

“a couple of years,” jesper answered naturally, “she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

the world felt so genuine that you felt your body sway from surprise, but you quickly regained your composure.

“what about you, any special person in your life?” you mused, trying to learn more about this man.

he shook his head, “i haven’t been so lucky as the two of you have. tell me, what is your favorite thing about your boyfriend here.”

that was not a question you were expecting, the man seemed overly interested in the two of you. your suspicion grew. but you knew you had to answer the question regardless if this was starting to feel like a set up.

you thought for a moment. but when you opened your mouth the words came naturally.

“he notices everything. i’ll be having a slightly bad day, maybe the weather is bad or i slept in too late, and i’ll only be slightly moody and he’ll notice. and he notices the things i like too. he learned my favorite ice cream flavor just based on the way my gaze lingered in an ice cream parlor. he knows everything about you before you know it yourself.”

you should stop. you should stop right now.

“and he’s reliable. yeah he may be late for a meeting or wander off during an important moment but if you need him, he’s there. he’s a constant presence in my life, i couldn’t imagine working without him by my side. jesper is the best thing in my life too.”

you realized your mistake too late. yeah you’d basically gushed about the boy you loved to a total stranger and probably made it painfully obvious to jesper that you loved him but you’d also used his real name. his real name. rookie move.

“jesper? why does that name sound familiar to me?” the man asked.

before you could even register what was going on, the room was filled with the sound of gun shots and you and jesper were on the ground.

you two sprung into motion, jesper with his guns blazing as you knocked out any armed person in your vicinity.

during a good moment jesper grabbed your wrist and the two of you ran out the club down the streets. but you could hear a group of men chasing you, hot on your tail.

you cursed under your breath, why saints why?

jesper pulled you into an ally and pressed you against the wall, making the ‘sh’ motion with his fingers.

if this were any other moment and you two were any other person, you’d enjoy the particular position you found yourself in. but you reminded yourself that you were being chased by criminals that might notice two figures hanging out in an ally.

you looked at jesper and he was finally looking at you. he gave you a sad smile, “i’m sorry for what i’m about to do in advance and i’m sorry this is the way i do it for the first time.”

and suddenly jesper’s lips were on yours and you were kissing jesper fahey. jesper fahey.

you only slightly registered the men chasing you run past the alleyway without a second glance.

one of you pulled away first and you stood there trying to catch your breath.

“um great quick thinking” you said. he had kissed you because he knew no one would question two kids kissing in the dark against a wall.

he let out a little laugh but he was just as flustered as you, “best thinking i’ve ever had.”

it was silent for a second, the night air felt suffocating and consuming and you couldn’t wait to be back at the slat in your own bed.

“did you mean what you said in there?” he asked you.

“did you?” you whispered back, as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

“i did”

“then i did too”

he pressed himself closer to you and brushed his lips against yours, “good. then when this is all over remind me to take you out on a date.”

did he just

date ?!

jesper stepped away from you and checked the main road before he grabbed your hand and pulled you the direction of the crow club.

“you coming angel face?”

you grinned and then burst into a sprint right alongside jesper.

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teresa-67 · 3 years ago

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The First Time

Pairing: Virgin!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4100 (sorry)

Summary: Dean’s charm helps him to get a lot in life, but there was always one thing he was too scared of doing to actually follow through. Will Y/N’s experience and reassurement be enough to help him overcome his fear?

Rating: 18+

Warnings: smut, grinding, hint of fingering, bit of angst, protected sex, p in v, loss of virginity, fluff, adorable Dean, insecure Dean, Dean being two years younger than reader

A/N: The absolute biggest THANK YOU to the saint and absolute darling that has way too much work with my stuff than she should @winchest09. Thank you so much babe for giving this a look. I appreciate it SO much! ❤ Still, all the mistakes are mine!

A/N: This story, and all the others that will come, wouldn’t be here without my 24/7 supporter, my cheerleader, the person who encourages me everytime I’m in doubt (which is a lot) and still hasn’t given up on me, my bunny @chocolateheart I love you so much boo ❤ Thank you for always being there for me❤

Feeling her small hands slide up his chest, Dean takes the initiative and pulls the busty blonde closer to his body. Their bodies moving together to the music blasting from the speakers as the parquet fills up with newcomers. Carding her fingers through his soft hair, she gives him a seductive smirk as she leans on her tiptoes and starts to nip at the sweaty skin of Dean’s neck.

Dean’s hand is going to the globes of her, the tight skirt she’s wearing hugging her curves perfectly, but when he squeezes the round flesh, the blonde stops her assault on his neck and pulls away. The freshman looks at her with a frown, pulling his hand away in worry that he might have upset her or made her feel uncomfortable. But just as he is about to ask ‘what’s wrong’, the girl goes pale as a sheet and rushes to the closest bathroom. Dean follows the sight of her, watching as some other girl goes after her.

The young man looks at his best friend who is getting pretty handsy with a fine brunette and gives him a questioning look. Benny only shrugs in response and smirks down at the petite girl before leaning in to say something in her ear. Dean sighs, watching Benny walk away with the girl on his hip as the southern gives him a wink.

Standing alone in the middle of the crowded room, Dean decides to head to the kitchen to have a one last drink before calling it a night.

Grabbing a beer from the ice bucket, his eyes catch a girl standing by the counter making her own drink. Her hair is wildly resting against her back, her figure being hugged by a red mini dress that compliments her curves nicely and her make up is natural; not over the top and screaming like the other girls around here.

Realizing he’s staring, he clears his throat and leans against the counter top, motioning to her drink, “You have one more there for me, sweetheart?”

Looking down at his drink, he quickly shoves it back between the ice cubes and makes his way over to the counter.

“Hey,” the freshman says with a smile dancing on his lips. His expression falters however as the girl turns her head and the brightest Y/E/C orbs make contact with his green ones. Getting the first real look at her face, Dean has to swallow. This girl is breathtaking.

The girl frowns a little before a smirk makes its way to her plump lips, “Didn’t you just grab a beer?” She looks at the bucket and back at Dean, watching the tips of his ears redden, but he remains cool.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. I came for a drink,” the freshman says as confidently as he can. Please, play along.

Looking him up and down, the girl smirks knowingly again before turning her attention back to the display of alcohol in many different bottles before her. “Well, what would you like then?” she asks, looking up at him and Dean is so happy she decided to drop his obvious lie.

“Whatever you have, sweetheart,” the young man replies, gazing into her eyes.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N.” She smiles a beautiful smile and takes a step closer, holding out her hand.

“Dean,” the freshman grins as well, taking her palm in his.

It didn’t take long for them to move to the dance floor. Their bodies moving, rubbing against each other; it felt like not an inch of space was left between them. Their hands are wandering over each other's flesh so shamelessly; Dean wasn’t afraid about upsetting her when slides his hand down her back and grabbed one of her ass cheeks, hearing her hum into his ear. Y/N’s hot breath ghosts over Dean’s ear before her lips seals around his pulse point, making him take in a shuddering breath and tighten his hold on her. When she starts to nibble at his earlobe, Dean can’t help but comb his fingers through her hair to keep her there as he moans ever so quietly.

“Wanna take this upstairs?” Dean asks breathlessly. He didn’t intend for those words to come out of his mouth, but they found their way out nothenless.

“Thought you’d never ask,” Y/N purrs as she pulls away and takes his hand to lead him up the stairs to the first floor where they find an empty bedroom and she locks the door behind them. Not waiting a second longer, Dean’s lips find hers in a hard kiss as he pins her against the wall, one hand lifting her leg up to his hip while the other grabs her waist tight.

Y/N grips Dean by his neck and slides her tongue along his bottom lip. The freshman gives her permission without a second thought and their tongues start to slide against one another. Dean’s hand starts to graze further up her smooth thigh, he hesitates and stops when his fingers feel the satin of her panties. Dean hasn’t got this far yet, ever. He had never had the chance and when had, he lost the courage to follow through, just like now.

Y/N is grinding against crotch and no matter how badly Dean wants to go there with her, he finds himself internally freaking out. This girl is gorgeous, clearly experienced and probably expects him to be the same, but he’s not. She must feel him tense because she stops kissing him and cups his face when he tries to chase her lips.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asks softly, looking into his apple green eyes.

Dean pulls away a little, trying to catch his breath while thinking about his response, “What? Nothing,” he dismisses her like it is really nothing, when in fact, it is something.

Y/N doesn’t buy it though, because she pulls away further to have a better look at his face, dropping her leg from around his hip, “Dean, there’s clearly something that’s bothering you. Do you not want this? If so, just say it and we can go downstairs and dance for the rest of the night, we’ll just have a good time that way.”

She gives him a reassuring smile, gently caressing the apple of his cheek. Dean swallows hard. Fuck, he wants this. But he’s never done it, and what if she realizes that and laughs in his face, what if she -

“Dean?” Her soft voice pulls him out of his head and back to the girl in his arms. Searching his eyes, her face changes a little. “Are you… a virgin?” She asks, not a hint of judgement or amusement in her voice as she waits for him to answer.

Dean doesn’t want to. He wants to get her on that bed and fuck her… but the very thought is making him shake slightly and he knows he can’t lie about that. He has to come clean, apologize and leave her to have real fun with someone else.

When Dean doesn’t meet her eyes, she knows the answer and with her palm still stroking his cheek, she forces him to look at her. “Hey, that’s okay. It’s normal. Don’t feel ashamed or feel like you should be judged for that. You weren’t ready and that’s fine.” Y/N watches relief wash over his face and smirks as she adds, “It’s actually sweet that you haven’t fucked everything in a ten mile radius like everybody else.”

Dean can’t help but laugh at that, instantly feeling better, “Thanks Y/N,” he smiles, leaning into her touch. “But I want to. I really want to do all kinds of things with you, I just…” the freshman sighs, licking his lips. I’m terrified.

Looking at his mouth then back into his green orbs, Y/N runs her fingers through Dean’s hair and bites her pillowy lip.

“Tell you what,” she starts, “I would really like to have sex with you, but not here and not now.” Dean frowns and opens his mouth, but Y/N keeps going. “You’re stressed, and if you want to do this with me, I’d rather make you feel comfortable and safe and I think the best place to do that is my apartment,” she licks her lips while Dean’s confusion grows. “Why don’t you stop by tomorrow evening and we can finish what we started?” The girl smiles softly at him, her eyes gentle as Dean’s mouth opens and closes a few times as he thinks about it.

What she said is true. He is stressed and his little soldier probably wouldn’t be standing at full attention if the pressure he put upon himself got to him. This girl is older than him, probably fucked a couple guys and will know what she is doing. She said she would make him comfortable and safe and that’s how he hoped to feel on his first time. Plus, she is absolutely gorgeous and she hasn’t shown him anything but kindness and reassurement. She is gentle and soft. Dean would love for his first to be with her.

Licking his lips one more time, more from nerves than anything, the young man takes in a deep breath as he answers, “Okay.”

Hearing the knocking on your door the next night, you abandon the half done assignment on your laptop and go to open it. Adjusting your tank top from where it has slid up. Peeking through the peephole you smile to yourself, you half expected that he wouldn’t come, but opening the door you come face to face with Dean.

“Hi.” He gives you a little wave, stepping into your apartment when you move aside to let him in, giving you his dimpled smile. He wasn’t sure he would come if he was being honest with himself. He very much wanted to call you and tell you he wouldn’t make it when he stood above the ceramic bowl of his toilet, thinking he was going to throw up from nerves. But then he remembered how good and gentle you were yesterday; and that’s how he now found himself in your apartment.

“You came,” you state as you come to a stop a few inches in front of him. You try to contain your smile when his cheeks start to go pink and his green orbs erratically search your face.

“--No, you’re good. Besides, if you didn’t come then I would have shaved for nothing and I don’t even have one hair,” you say, slowly sliding your hand from his mouth down his jaw and behind his head, playing with the short hair on the back of his scalp. “Anywhere,” you whisper the last part, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.

“You - you said that I could come if but - Y/N if you’ve changed your mind, I --”

Interrupting his cute stuttering by your hand on his mouth, you giggle.

You want to make this memorable for him. Be gentle on him, but you’re playful by nature, so you can’t help but mess with him a little. But your goal tonight is to give him a good time, make this a good experience for him to enjoy.

“Is it hard? To shave...you know?” Dean asks, partially out of curiosity, but the image of one particular smooth, soft place was better.

He is so cute. Your hands travel down his collarbone as they start to shove Dean’s flannel down his shoulders. Your palms go up his strong arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake, making him shiver.

“It’s an art.” Joining your hands at the back of his neck, you pull him down for a slow, deep kiss.

Dean’s arms go around you, his tongue asking permission, which you gladly grant and in a second, his tongue is dancing with yours. For someone who’s not as experienced as you originally thought when you were grinding on the parquet, he sure knows his way around when it comes to kissing. Sucking on his bottom lip, you pull out an unintentional moan from him as you start to back him up towards the couch, shoving him down and breaking your kiss before straddling him.

Kissing him a few more times, you move your attention to his jaw, smelling his gorgeous aftershave as Dean’s big hands cautiously cup your asscheeks. A stark contrast at how he groped them yesterday. You have to smile at how sweet he is, not being that confident quite yet, but that’s what this evening is for.

Trailing your lips up and down his throat, enjoying the shivers it is causing, you seal them around his pulse point. Throwing his head back, Dean takes a shuddering breath as his hold on your ass becomes more firm, making you sit down on his crotch and feel the forming bulge there.

Grinding your hips down, you watch Dean’s reaction; eyes closed, lips parted with his hastened breathing. Smirking, you readjust yourself, opening your legs wider to sit on him more comfortably. The friction of your core against his hardening shaft feels amazing, and gives you a pretty good idea of what was waiting for you. Sliding your fingers between his soft hair, you start rolling your hips, silencing Dean with a kiss when he moans. Gripping your round flesh, he starts to help you move on him. Your movements are slow, you want him to enjoy it but not cum in the process.

Steadying yourself on his shoulders, you take his hand and guide it under your top, placing his warm palm over your breast and squeeze it. He gasps into your mouth when you tug on his hair, and you take the liberty to glide your tongue along his again.

Taking the hem of your top with one hand, you let him take it off of you, breaking the kiss once more. Stopping your motions, you watch as Dean’s eyes grow darker. He places his palms on your ribs as his thumbs trace the rounds of your breasts and over your nipples, making you shudder in his hold.

"Kiss them," you encourage him, cupping his cheek as he looks up at you. "After you take off your shirt," you smirk.

Not wasting a moment, Dean reaches behind his back and pulls his shirt over his head. You both smile at each other as you start grinding again, slick making your shorts uncomfortable and you’re sure it does very little to protect Dean's jeans from your wetness.

Sealing his plump, pink lips around your nipple, it is you who now takes a shuddering breath. His hands on your back are pulling you closer, closing the space between you completely as he places open mouth kisses over your chest. Kissing along his shoulder and up his neck, you suck his earlobe in, feeling him bucking his hips up and in that second, you stop.

Parting away from him, one hand on his chest, you feel how fast his heart is beating. The both of you are panting. Dean's hands are on your thighs and his eyes are asking what was wrong.

"Bedroom," you breathe, standing and seeing the wet spot you have left on Dean’s pants.

Biting your lip you see his jaw clench, looking down, before he shoots up and claims your mouth again. Pulling him by his belt, you start going backwards as you work on undoing it, Dean helping you by working on the buttons. You come to a stop when you feel your bed behind you. Parting with Dean, you go to your nightstand to fish out a condom before turning back and shaking it between your fingers as you smirk devilishly.

When Dean sees it, the reality of what's about to come hits him, it really hits him, and it makes him grin like an idiot; the fear shoved to the back of his mind. Kicking off his shoes and shoving his pants down his long, thick bow legs along with his socks, he goes for his boxers next.

"Stop." You hold your hand up, stopping him in his action. Dean takes his hands away as you slowly approach him, holding eye contact with him as you hear his deep breathing. Giving him the small package, you hook your fingers behind the elastic of the black and very tight fabric. "Last chance to stop." You lick your lips, watching his face for any signs that he wants to quit, but there was no trace of that.

"If you don’t do something, I think I'm going to burst," he warns.

Hearing the permission you wanted, you slide his boxers down his legs, palming his ass in the process and watch his cock spring free. Dear Lord. He was big and thick, definitely bigger than most older guys. You know he is gifted, you felt it, but you didn’t expect something so delicious looking. You want to wrap your lips around it, seal them around the red tip until he is coming down your throat… but you know that is not an option, not now. This is his first, and you already had foreplay; you know he wouldn’t last long. You didn’t realise you were staring until he clears his throat, making you blush and look at his face.

"Like what you see?" His smirk grows wider as his voice drops an octave lower. He is trying to seem confident, cocky even, but you can see behind the facade. You know he is scared that you don’t like it. He is asking if it is fine.

Smiling at him, you close the space between you and gently wrap your fingers around his cock, making Dean hiss and drop his forehead onto your shoulder.

"Do you know how sexy you are?" You whisper against his ear, feeling his chest rumble with a growl as he grabs you by your ass and pulls you flush against him, pressing his cock against your covered clit and making you gasp out a moan.

Your shorts are soaked by now and seeing his thick fingers, a delicious idea pops in your mind. Taking his one hand, you guide it over your lower belly and into your pants, hearing Dean take a breath when his fingers meet your wet heat. Still keeping your hand over his, you slide his fingers through your folds. Biting on your lip, you tease his one digit at your opening and shove his thumb onto your clit, where Dean starts to circle gently.

Feeling his digits sliding effortlessly through your pussy lips, you hum every time he gets close to your opening, which Dean notices. Slowly, so slowly, he starts to ease his middle finger into your tight channel. Sliding in and out a few times, you feel his second finger tease at your opening and that’s when you stop him, taking his hand away. Looking up at him a little breathless, you see the worry that he’s done something wrong etched into his beautiful features.

Biting on his bottom lip, you groan against his mouth, “Get on the bed.”

Doing as he is told, Dean climbs on the bed and lays on his back. Getting rid of your ruined shorts, you crawl over at him and you kiss him deeply. Your tongue smothers against his as his hands travel up your back, stopping between your shoulder blades. Kissing down his throat you lick and suck at random places. Going down to his chest you gently take one of his nipples between your teeth and tug on it a little, hearing Dean taking in a sharp breath.

Making your way lower, you kiss over his stomach, following the small patch of hair to his achingly hard cock. Looking up at him, you’re met with lust blown eyes that are following your every move. Tearing your eyes away from his apple green ones, you look down again and debate with yourself if you should take him in after all. The sight of him, ready and hard, is making your pussy clench in anticipation and your mouth water at the thought.

Placing a little kiss at the tip, Dean’s whole body jerks, making you smile. Deciding against your little plan in the end, you climb back up and make yourself comfortable on his thighs, taking the condom he’s offering to you. Pulling the rubber out, you start to roll it down his cock, cautious not to touch him more than necessary. When you have it done, you readjust on him and, supporting on one hand, take him in your palm to rub the tip through your folds. Looking at Dean, you see him watching your actions; waiting for you to take him in.

Rubbing him against your clit a few times, you line him with your entrance, placing both of your hands on his chest as Dean locks his eyes with yours. Swallowing hard, you slowly start to sink down on him.

Throwing his head back, his eyes roll as a whimpering moan leaves his throat, and you swear it is the most sexy noise you’ve ever heard. You can’t help and whine yourself. His cock is stretching you to the extent no one did before him.

You take your time to get used to the amazingly full feeling as Dean is panting underneath you; his throat red and mouth agape, trying to contain himself and not cum the next minute; it was hot. The picture before you making your pussy clench around him and causing Dean to grit his teeth with a grunt, finally looking up at you.

Rolling your hips at first, you try and get your walls accustomed to his length as he twitches inside you. Gripping your thighs, Dean's eyes roam over you like you were the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever seen; taking you all in. And that look only makes you want him more.

Licking his lips, a thin layer of sweat breaks through his skin as you start lifting your hips and sinking down on him. He feels amazing inside you and you feel amazing around him. From this angle, his tip reaches your sensitive spot perfectly, encouraging you to move faster and harder, even when you try to control yourself.

Leaning down and nibbling at his neck you hear his breathing hasten and his hips start meeting your thrusts. Going up to kiss his lips, you place your forehead on his.

“Touch my clit,” you whisper against his mouth. You see the hesitation behind his eyes again for a second, but his thumb soon starts to rub circles over the little nub. “Harder.” You close your eyes, feeling the sweat break over your body as you roll your hips some more; trying to get yourself there before Dean.

“I’m - I’m gonna -” Dean breathes out. You whine as you sit back up, flattening your palms on his chest, you start to bounce harder, faster, riding him for what it's worth to get you both there.

“Fuck!” Dean gasps, eyes clamping shut and his grip on you loosening as his cock twitches inside you. You shove his thumb away and start to furiously rub your clit. Knowing just the right way to do it and it doesn’t take long for your walls to crash down around him; coming on virgin cock.

Coming down from your high, still panting hard, you look down at Dean. He’s looking up at you, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he tries to get his breathing under control. You smile to yourself, pecking his lips before slowly lifting yourself off of him, Dean helping you, and taking the used condom to throw it to the trash can in the corner.

Laying back down beside him, Dean covers you both with a blanket from the end of the bed and hovers over you to give you a gentle kiss. Parting away and caressing his rosy cheek, you kiss him some more. Leaning into each other's touch you thread your fingers through his damp hair as Dean sighs into your mouth, pulling away again.

“Thank you,” he smiles a bright smile, gently bumping your nose with his, making you giggle.

“That was awesome.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you smile at him, rubbing gently at his scalp, “It was amazing,” you confirm. It was awesome.

“We should repeat it soon.” he tries, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Definitely,” you chuckle, a stupid grin spreading on Dean’s face as he dives in and kisses you hungrily.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it :) Feel free to leave a feedback. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go hide under my blanket :D

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half-blood-goods · 3 years ago

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Encanto Live Reactions

Okay so I only know a few songs and characters' names from this movie (I've been on TikTok, I couldn't avoid 7 FOOT FRAME, RATSSS ALONG HIS BACK or GIVE IT TO YOUR SISTER, YOUR SISTER'S STRONGER)

I want that candle

Oh cool, wouldn't be a fucking Disney movie without a dead someone in the first half an hour

Aw, little Mirabel is so cute

I love the house already

Little kid with the mug looks mildly on crack

I love all the character designs

Aw, she waved bye to the house

That's one big family

Jesus he just YEETED that accordion at her

Cudos to the VA of Mirabel, she took like 7 breaths this entire song

Yikes, imagine not having powers when literally almost all of your family members have one

At least Mr. Firework man tried, I guess?

Oh, Isabella is that bitch, got it

I love the parents already

Poor girl, she's trying so hard

What a polite way to say "Stay out of the way". I don't vibe with the grandma honestly

I would literally die for Antonio

She got him a plushie asdfghj

I'm just straight up vibing to this song

Y'all not even 20 minutes in and already tears

Wait she straight up doesn't have a room? Like, not even a doorframe?

I would've been literally crushed emotionally if that happened to me

He can speak to animals

YOOOOO LOOK AT THAT ROOM

LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS

They don't even ask for Mirabel for the photo...

Sing your heart out girl, go for it 😔👊

This is like, the one "I want" song in years that I absolutely loved

Oh shit, house is cracking

Ooooohhhhh shit

Damn, Antonio got some moves

Wait what

Holy shit they straight up think Mirabel would fake something so serious for attention. That's fucked up.

I like the mom, she's so sweet

Oh.... that's... a depressive thought

The house is slowly becoming my favorite characters

Oh Camilo is a little shit kid, I love him

Antonio is so sweet

Oh, Luisa is not okay

She seems a bit too young for marriage. But this is Disney, so I don't know what I'm thinking

5 kids??!!

Girl, you're not okay

YEAH, THIS SONG'S A BOP

I would've loved if they used the Disney design for this Hercules and Cerberus. Wasted opportunity

Really? A Titanic reference?

The donkeys are so distracting

Sibling hug 💙

How strong is Mirabel's spine?

Oh the house doesn't have powers in Bruno's room

✨sand magic✨

Toucan was like "Aight, peace"

Dang girl, with your luck you don't need that miracle

JESUS CHRIST

Nope nope nope, I don't like doors locking behind people, it's never s good sign

Oh good, it's a puzzle

Oh no, the cracks are back

Don't tell me she's going to miss a piece

I feel really conflicted about the grandma

I love the aunt

And the uncle too

OOOOHHH YEEEAAAHHH

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG

7 FOOT FRAAAMMMEEE, RATSSS ALONG HIS BAAACK

*gasp* IT'S FISH LADY

I know everybody hates her

WHAT IS SHE DOING IN THE HOUSE

Y I K E S, that's not a good sign

Whoopsie

This dinner is going to end catastrophically, I can feel it so hard

PROLONGED EYE CONTACT

This is going well

I hate second-hand embarrassment so much

THIS IS GOING WELL

*gasp* IT'S HIM

TINY RAT MAN

Camilo comforting his mom 💙

He's not entirely sane, is he

He's so awkward I love him

The rats are so cute

Not the telenovelas 😂

Oh...he drew a plate.... 😭

He's so sweet

Oh, he just wanted to protect her

ANTONIO IS BACK

Oh that ain't good

YEAH, STAND UP FOR YOUR DAUGHTER!

Protect Antonio at all cost

That tapir is high AF

I wish I could be half as unbothered as that capybara

I love how this movie looks, man. Straight up breathtaking.

Oh, of course it's Isabela

NOT THE BABY HEAD 🤣

I mean, I'd be scared of Abuela too

Oh, how much I love sibling dynamics

The line deliveries are killing me "I feeeeel like you're upset"

"Apologiiissseee"

I love when a main character has flaws honestly. Makes it more realistic.

Oh... she was doing it for the family

This is like Let it Go, but I'm actually invested in the character and the song is like, 10x better

LOOK AT HOW GOOD THIS MOVIE LOOKS. THIS IS STRAIGHT EYE CANDY

Oh no, Grandma won't be happy

Awkward sibling hug? No, this was actually really nice

How the fuck did she get here so quick

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BRUNO LEFT BECAUSE OF HER? SHE WAS A FUCKING KID

I'M ABOUT TO THROW HANDS WITH AN OLD LADY

LET ME AT HER, LET ME AT HER

GO AND TELL HER GIRL

EVACUATE EVACUATE

HE'S SAVING THE RATS 😭

CASITA 😭

Y O U 😡

Oh you sweet girl, you deserve the world

NOT THE SLIGHTLY FADED BACKSTORY SCENE

BRO IT'S 10PM YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME

I can make out like a few words from the song, but I'm gonna need the English version

I'm still conflicted about the grandma. Like, I'm like 20% still kinda pissed. But man did I cry and absolutely get why she did it

Mirabel, you deserve the world

DUDE, I'M RUNNING OUT OF TISSUES HERE

BRUNO MY MAN

Yeah, I also feel like we missed a couple of steps

This poor man is lucky he isn't allregic

Siblings 💙 They quickly forgave him tho

Dude, dude, I can't take this anymore

More sibling hugs 💙

Dolores saw her chance and grabbed it like a hawk. Good for her! 👍

"We need a doorknob" might be my nem favorite lyrics

THEY PUT AN M ON THE DOORKNOB

CASITA IS BACK

Please tell me she got a room for herself

THE HOUSE GAVE THEM A HUG 😭

Oh Lin, you never disappoint

I love these credits

NOT THE SAD SONG ARE YOU KIDDING ME

I am literally drenched in tears. I need a break after this.

I only wish every family member was explored a little more. Disney, if you see this, make a series please

10/10 movie, I absolutely loved it, my favorite Disney movie in years. Not even kidding.

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 4 years ago

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hello! ♥️ could i request the demon bros reacting to an mc that likes to do topless at the beach? like it’s her usual go-to and she doesn’t even think about it when she removes her bikini bra (also if you happen to get an idea for any of the “undateables” that would be very cool, but since i’ve read you don’t write for them, i’m obviously not requesting it hehe (and obvi not luke!!!)) i love your hcs!! 🥰

Brothers Reactions To F!MC Who Likes To Go Topless At The Beach (SLIGHT NSFW)

Lucifer

When you started untying the back of your bikini top he was slightly suspicious, but then just thought that you didn’t want any tan lines. People don’t like tan lines, apparently they’re unappealing or whatever. He didn’t really mind it, but then the whole top came off and he almost choked on his own spit, quickly walking over to you (because he didn’t want to make a scene, it would just draw more attention to your uncovered breasts) and wrapping a towel around your body. No one gets to look at you but him.

“Darling, it would be wise of you not to do such things unless… you’d like to go somewhere more private?”

Mammon

He had already ran into the water, leaving you behind at the towel, so he was none the wiser when you had taken off your top. Of course, when he heard the hollering and the cat calling from the men on the beach he immediately turned his head. Not because he thought it was for you, but you know, it was a just in case thing. He’d have to show those men whose you were if they were calling for you. He wasn’t expecting to see you running towards the shore topless, and his eyes almost fell out of his head as he watched you. It took him a second to actually start moving, but once he did, he was screaming. He definitely caused a scene and everyone was looking now, but he wasn’t even worried about that. He was pressed up against your back, his hands placed firmly on your breasts to create a sort of shield. Flustered doesn’t even begin to describe how he’s feeling as he walks you back to the umbrella.

“Ya can’t just go flashin’ yerself all over the beach, babe! All those guys are lookin’ at ya!”

Leviathan

Already in the ocean 2.0. He knew you’d be coming in after him, and he promised to show you all the marine life when you got in. His assumption was just that you were applying sunscreen, which he was totally okay with, the sun was dangerous and you needed to be protected from its harmful rays. He was still under the water when he saw your feet step in, slowly moving closer to where he was. It would be fun to pop up and scare you, and that’s exactly what he decided to do, swimming closer and closer until he got to your feet, popping up and immediately screeching. Your breasts… they were in his face, straight on, he was making eye contact with your nipples and he wanted to die. Not because they were bad or anything but… boobs. He’ll quickly pull you under the water when he realizes everyone is looking at the two of you because of his screeching, his mind focusing on literally anything but the boner that’s slowly growing in his swim trunks.

“I-I how… what are we… how did you… Where is your top at, Y/N?!”

Asmodeus

Pfft, you think he’s bothered? You think he’s fazed? Absolutely not. He will help you take your top off. If anyone looks? Let them. He knows you’re beautiful, of course you are, everything about you is beautiful. He loves the way your bare chest looks in the sun, and obviously he’s staring, but it's out of love, he just adores you so much. Also, he’ll definitely try to drop his own shorts because he doesn’t want tan lines either, although Lucifer will stop him. It’s one thing for you to have your breasts showing, no one's gonna complain about that. It’s a whole different thing to have Asmo’s pasty cheeks reflecting the sun back at people. Still, he doesn’t mind it, he’ll even help rub the sunscreen on you, all over you, in the most sensual way possible.

“Oh Y/N, you look absolutely breathtaking. Your tan is going to be flawless!”

Satan

Oh hell no! See, he didn’t want you to wear a bikini in the first place. Not because you didn’t look good in one, quite the opposite actually. He knew you looked good in a bikini, and he was already worried that people were going to look at you. He would have much rather you wore a wetsuit, he didn’t want people to look at any part of your body, but you wanted to wear the two piece and as much as he wanted to say no, he just couldn’t say no to you. Now, here he was, his face in a book as he sat under the umbrella while you slowly undid the ties on your top. It took him a while to notice, but once he glanced over the top of his novel and saw your bare back, he let out a low growl, dropping his book to the side to move next to you in the sand, his hand slowly sliding up your back.

“Now, now, kitten. You’d better put that top back on, or I’ll have to show everyone on this beach who’s you are.”

Beelzebub

There was an ice cream stand on the beach, how awesome is that?! He, obviously, went to go get some ice cream for you and himself, not really expecting to see what he saw when he walked back over. You had just untied the back, your breasts being revealed to not only him, but the multitude of other men who were in eyeshot. Almost… ALMOST dropped his ice cream as he sprinted over to you, quickly shielding you with his entire body so no one could see you. If he wasn’t so worried about another man seeing what was his, he definitely would have gotten hard. He’ll definitely glare at anyone who even looks like they’re looking when they walk past, even after you get your top back on.

“Only I get to see those… okay? I don’t want anyone else to see you like that, Y/N.”

Belphegor

The beach was just another place to take a nap, let’s be fair. The sun on his back and the cool ocean breeze put him to sleep almost immediately. He didn’t need to be awake to sense your movements. The two of you were connected much deeper than that, plus, your movements would block the sun and turn the insides of his eyelids slightly darker depending on which way you moved. He heard the first catcall and shook his head, human men were disgusting sometimes. Then he heard more and he opened one eye, about to tell the men to shut up, until he noticed they were calling you. He was pissed at the men, but irritated with you for showing yourself off like that. He quickly pulled you to him, getting on top of you and laying against your chest.

“There are only two places where you being topless is acceptable and that’s in the shower and when you’re beneath me. Remember that, Y/N.”

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clarissalance · 3 years ago

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Watermelon-flavored popsicle

Pairing: Xingqiu x g/n!reader, mention of Chongyun

Warning: light swearing, kissing, a lot of grammatically errors.

Word count: 3404

Summary: A coincident meeting between you and Xingqiu on Yaoguang Shoal might have changed your relationship.

A/N: Here is my come back for summer. This piece has been in my folder for so long but I just don’t want to check the errors and proofread. Luckily, I have found my motivation (no more wifi) and here is the piece. This one is inspired by imagination if I can go to the beach ( I hate corona).I hope you have fun reading this oneshot (and feel my desperation to enjoy the sunny beach) Next up will be Kazuha, I think :D. Please send Xingqiu a lot of love~~ (❤´艸｀❤)

Picture credit: @polarbear43666 on Twitter.

Summer in Liyue has always been sweltering, burning, and unbreathable. The sun stands proudly in the middle of clear azure sky, not a single cloud dare to tread near the glowing king, blocking the beam of lights shine down the city.

Today is also another day of undesirable temperature. Even when the city is a harbor, the cool breezes from the sea can’t calm down the rising heat from the road, nor the glowing businesses or the flock of people going to the market. Living in the city for 5 years, you know not to tread near the market during working hours, so you decide to go somewhere quiet, relaxing and enjoyable.

Yaoguang Shoal.

Normally, you would have gone to a teahouse or a bookstore to escape the hot weather, but today, those areas are swamp with people. You might have a brief idea of why they would be so crowded in there. It can only be Yunjin performance, or the teahouse is having a giveaway.

As much as you love to enjoy her breathtaking performance and intriguing stories, you wouldn’t risk getting trampled by those people. Maybe another day, when people aren’t packing inside the teahouse.

As soon as you arrive at the shore, the thick scent of salt waffles around the tip of your nose, sounds of waves calmly splashing against the coast. Slowly, you remove your shoes and sink your feet down the fever-like golden sand, heading toward the white bubbles splashing waves.

You should have brought a flip-flop instead of shoes.

At the burning sensation on the sole of your feet, you start sprinting toward the nearby small patches of grass hiding under a gigantic shade, hoping to save your sensitive skins.

As soon as you jump on the lump of grass, you can’t help letting out a painful hiss, jumping like a grasshopper on the surface. This place isn’t very far from the water, maybe you can put on an umbrella here and enjoy the breathtaking scenery.

Afar, you can see a few white cranes enjoying the cold water while looking for fishes, bathing under the scorching heat. Propping yourself on your knee, you sit down and enjoy the feeling of wind combing through your messy dark locks. From here, the sound of splashing water on the sand, the soothing sensation of a peaceful summer gently sinks down your skin.

You’re lucky to find a shade in the middle of a shore, under the scorching sun glaring holes on your head. Unlike the harbor, Yaoguang shoal is much more breathable, the cool breeze brings the smell of sea salt dancing on your skin, slowly imbued your silky dark lock with the distinctive scent of the ocean.

Letting out a lazy sigh, you leisurely drift into a slumber, opting for a relaxing nap while enjoying the sound of nature.

How great is it to not have someone disturb you?

“Y/N?”

Maybe you speak too soon.

Furrow your brows, you slowly open your eyes, annoyed by the sudden intrusion. The bright light clearly wants to pierce your eyes, but the figure moves closer and blocks the over-enthusiastic sun out of your gaze. You slowly sit up, squinting hard at the dark figure.

“Xingqiu?” Widen your eyes at the familiar shade of blue, you look at him quizzically. “What are you doing here?”

The male lets out a breathy chuckle and crouches down, letting light falls on his face.

“Me? The weather is nice, so I’m strolling along the shore and enjoy the weather.”

At your comical gaze drilling at his head, and the hydro user finally raises his hand in defeat. “ Fine, fine. I was on my way back to the Harbor after helping the traveler with some commissions.”

“ The harbor is the other direction.” You dubiously point the opposite direction, a small gust of wind picking up and tousling your hair. “ If you’re heading this direction, Dragonspine is where you're heading.”

“What are you doing here?” The young man ignores your remark and changes the topic, eyes curiously wander down your lying body on the grass.

“ Escaping the heat from the harbor.” You hum and scoot to the other side, sparing Xingqiu a space to sit. He must be drying staying that long under the sun.

He quickly sits down next to you, slowly peeling his boots and socks away. The area is small, forcing you to stay close to him, your shoulders almost bumping into each other. As much as you love skinship, any physical contact is overbearing in this weather. The scenery would have been more romantic if you’re sharing body heat in the bizarrely cold Starglow Cavern.

Wait… why did Xingqiu sit down and remove his boots? Isn’t he supposed to go back to the harbor?

“ You aren’t going back to the harbor?” You tilt your head and his side profile.

“ I was, but I change my mind.” The blue figure has his eyes on the boots, unlacing the footwear. “Sitting here with you is much more breathable than cramping inside the teahouse and the bookstore.”

…But you didn’t agree to let him stay in the first place. Why is he still here then?

You just offer him a place to sit down in the shade, just because he was sweating profusely under the sun when you were talking to him. It’s called an action out of politeness!!! He isn’t supposed to take the offer and makes himself comfortable.

Great, now you’re stuck with a body heat that you desperate to get away from. Roll your eyes, you let your gaze fleet over the vast clear ocean in front of you.

From here, you can slightly make out an outline of Guyun Stone Forest peeking behind the thickening clouds. That majestic scenery, the infamous fight between Osial and Res Lapis, you wonder how big that fight was to create a whole island with a gigantic unique shape? After thousands of years, you can still feel the rumbling energy threatening to break the seal of lord of Geo, yet something manages to force them down. Perhaps, there might be someone there securing the seal, holding the remaining pieces together. What would happen if that seal finally breaks again? Will the entire harbor engulfed by the anger of the lord of Vortex, or, will the new Geo archon will defend it?

“A mora of your thought?” A youthful voice calls out, and you whirl your head in his direction. “ You look so deep in thought.”

“ Ah… I was just thinking about the Guyun Stone Forest.” You shyly scratch your head, eyes don’t meet his. You totally forgot someone is sitting next to you. Xingqiu doesn’t comment, he lets his gaze drift to the Stone Forest, and the silence falls.

This time you don’t let your eyes stray to the exalted scenery hiding away under those clouds. Instead, you observe the hydro user, who is just a few inches away. His features are soft, yet so define. The sharp eyes, the slope of his nose, and the plush lips. Under the smooth cerulean locks is his signature amber orb. You have always felt enamored under his gaze ever since you first met. That golden eyes are always filled with the determination and sharpness of a predator. You love it when the soft, bubbly Xingqiu turns sharp, or when he’s practicing his swordsmanship.

“Take a picture, it will last longer.” The hydro user says, his voice remains calm and unwavering, almost make you mistake for someone else. “ How is my face?”

“ Utterly unacceptably handsome.” Propping yourself on your elbow, you stare into his deep eyes, answer honestly, try to hold your scoff.

Xingqiu doesn’t comment on your compliment but tilts his head the other way, avoiding your hawking gaze. Obviously, he knows you like to mess with him, trying to pull a reaction out of the shameless nonchalant friend when you’re bored. How you wish he would at least give you an entertaining reaction.

You remember those days when Xingqiu and Chongyun are easily flustered. Nowadays, only Chongyun is still affected by your antic. How does that popsicle boy not immune to your frequent teasing is also a big mystery you’re looking for an answer to.

“ You shouldn’t say someone is handsome if you don’t mean it.” After a while, the calm hydro user is back, composed, and relax. How can he be so lax in this atrocious weather, you don’t want to know.

“ But… you’re handsome ?”

“ You’re just trying to make me fluster.” He replies, a blush slowly creeps on his cheek. You don’t know why he’s trying to deny your compliment. He’s handsome, and you’re just using that fact to turn him into a tomato. Why does it sound like he’s trying hard to convince himself his face isn't aesthetic to look at?

You open your mouth but close it. Speechless, you don't know how do you convince him that you honestly compliment his features, not… uh baiting him? Do your compliments sound like cheap-ass flirtatious attempts people usually get in a combo when they visit the tavern?

Your motive isn’t as pure as it can be but your compliment does: honest, and authentic. How could he twist your words into something so scandalous like that? Outrageous!

Your lips part to speak, but something cold and hard is shoved inside, and your olfactory bulbs almost explode with flavor (and numbing cold). The feeling of fruity sweetness seeps on your tongue, with a tingle of refreshing feeling dancing on top. Glaring dagger at Xingqiu, you notice his gloating face while biting the signature blue popsicle. Did Chongyun give that to him?

Plug the freezing item out of your mouth, the vibrant pinkish color glowing under the sun, slowly dripping down your hand. It is a watermelon-flavored popsicle. He could have handed it to you nicely instead of almost choking you off and stop your sentence like that. Nevertheless, you still enjoy the watermelon-flavored popsicle while pouting at the young man.

“ Where did you get this?” In between you lick, you look up at him, surprised to see half of the popsicle has disappeared. Did he just chomp all that in less than a minute?

“I bought it, of course, food doesn't fall from the sky.” This young man is much more handsome when he has his mouth closed. You are really contemplated whether to use your handkerchief to shove down his throat. Or maybe a rock could do the job well too.

“So, pay me.” Xingqiu suddenly brings his hand to your face, mischief glowing in his amber eyes. The audacity of this hydro user must have rocketed the sky after so long not having a good fight. You give him a forced smile while elbow him in the stomach, voice dangerously low.

“ Our friendship doesn’t even worth a single popsicle? Really Xingqiu, I’m so disappointed.” You fake a sigh, head shaking in disapproval.

The god-damned bastard avoids your blow without a hitch and even slithers his hand on your waist to tickle you. Oh, he must be looking for death this time.

With the popsicle still inside your mouth, you sneakily raise your hand, attempting to push Xingqiu into the lava-like sand as revenge. It'd be a perfect touch to your lovely afternoon to see him tumbling on the group while jumping like a hissing cat.

How naïve of you, to think that he doesn’t spot your little antic. This is the young man always out-performing you in every aspect, even in eating a popsicle.

Without even looking at you, he catches your wrist effortlessly while still licking the ice cream. His body relaxes, compare to you, who almost tumbling toward him if he doesn't hold you in place. In a panic, you try to wriggle yourself out of his hold, but the young man only tightens his hold, remains unfazed by your swinging attempt to fling his hand out of your wrist.

“ Let me go Xingqiu!” Instead of laughing at a hissing Xingqiu tumbling on the sand, you become the angry cat here.

“ So you can hit me? Of course not.” He replies gloatingly, chins lackadaisical, his fingers wrap tightly around your wrist.

“It’s hot.”

“ Eat your popsicle then.” His hand holding your wrist brings up to point at the melting ice cream on your hand. “It’s melting.”

Of course, everyone can see that. Shooting pointed gaze at him, you try to shake the tight grip on your wrist a few more times, but nothing avails. He doesn’t let go, and your other hand is busy holding the popsicle. If you have another one, maybe you can peel off his fingers. Too bad you only have 2 hands.

Sigh out in defeat, you give Xingqiu stink eyes before turning your attention back to the watermelon popsicle, occasionally look down at his grip to find an escape route. You don’t believe you can’t escape from his grasp!

The hydro user doesn’t let your hand go after he finished his popsicle, instead, he slumps down with one cheek resting in his hand, staring at your face blatantly. You don’t usually mind but being gawked at while eating isn’t as comfortable as you thought.

“ What?” Finally, you look up to face the mischievous blue boy.

“ Can I have a bite?”

“ Obviously n-” He doesn’t wait for your answer and leans in. Your first reaction is to be dodged away, but the sneak has your wrist pinned on the grass, forcing you to stay still.

As soon as you realize your immobile state, Xingqiu is a few inches away from your face, licking the popsicle, and then biting off the edge near the stick. His smooth cheek brushes past your fingers, the deep blue locks fall on his face. From here, you inhale a hint of mint and sweet vanilla. Instead of the familiar scent of woodsy musky of old books, you notice a whiff of summer and salt on him.

Stunted by his sudden closeness, you remain to freeze even after he pulls away.

“W-wh-what did you j-just do?” To your horror, you stutter. Not once, but twice.

“Eat your popsicle.”

As nonchalant as ever, he shrugs while swiping the remains on his lips, like he isn’t the one who just leans in so close to you. You are too dazed to even realize the popsicle hang close to your mouth is dripping down your clothes.

Startle at the coldness, you hastily look down and scrunch your face at the mess. Ugh, it’s because of him, again!

“ Need me to eat that for you?” he offers, but you swear you hear a hint of playfulness glinting in his voice. Quickly, you bite off the remaining before he can steal another bite, forget how sensitive your gum is. The result, you can already imagine, is brain freeze.

Hissing at the sudden burst of frost blooming in your mouth, unconsciously grab on Xingqiu, squeezing his hand tightly while squirming vigorously. You shouldn’t have bitten off the whole thing, even when it melts. Hand in hand, you can feel the warmth of his fingers caressing your wrist, and they slowly move down and intertwine with yours. That opportunistic guy.

During that heated moment, you remember yourself instinctively looking for a source of heat. At one point, your brain decided to throw the remaining sanity out the window. It convinces your body that the crook of his neck is the best source of warmth to melt the overbearing sensation in your mouth. And your body decides to do without giving another thought.

Face buries deep in his neck, you are engulfed in his strong musky scent, naturally, you freeze dead on your track.

What have you done?

How do you get up?

How can you look at his eyes now?

With the dreading thoughts constantly running around your mind, you can only hit your head on his shoulder blade in shame, earning a rumbling chuckle from the young man.

“ Don’t laugh!” Your whiny voice is muffled by his clothes. Upon your request, he doesn’t stop at a chuckle but starts to wheeze, chest rumbling. Your cheeks burn crisp with embarrassment, yet you can’t find a single hole to hide.

“ Hahaha… Why did you do that?” He bursts out ungracefully, his shoulder shaking vividly. Xingqiu is teasing you on purpose!!

You also want to ask why did you do that too. Why did you do that without even thinking about the consequence again?

“ Stop laughing!” The audacity of this boy, after you told him to stop laughing, he snorts louder and teases you more. You thought this chivalrous nobleman would only snort for a few minutes, then he would comfort you like the novel. Too bad, life isn’t as predictable as the novels. What you expect is the comforting hug, or his hand patting your head reassuringly. What you get instead is a never-ending tease and the constant re-telling of the scenario in an out-of-breath voice.

Moving away from his neck, you pout and sulky. Despite being under the shade and cool sea breezes, you feel the heat rushing at the back of your neck and on your cheeks, a friendly reminder. Fingers fondling the edge of your shirt, you pretend to be deaf at the puff of his laugh. Is it too late for you to move to Inazuma and never see him again?

Actually, it might be better to start avoiding than do nothing.

You attempt to stand up abruptly and prepare to sprint off, fleeing away from the young hydro user who is making himself relax next to you.

Notice the use of the word here: “attempt”.

Xingqiu quickly sees through your plan before you can start it.

Unlike last time, he saw your movement and stopped your hand in the mid-air. This time, he is a step ahead and caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your head toward him, his mesmerizing golden eyes pierce through you.

Catch-off-guard by his sudden closeness, the unsuccessful plan is extinguished at the back of your head.

Out of everything, why would he choose this way for your attention? You feel like you have no sanity left every time he does something intimate.

How weak are you for him?

The deep amber orbs study you intently like he’s trying to ingrain your face into his memories. The glimmering eyes always full of mischief and playfulness now is like an abyss, easily pull you in and spiraling into the darkness. The bubbly, transparent Xingqiu is replaced by a mature, mysterious, and charismatic man.

The distance between you slowly shorten, and finally, he’s a breath away. You nervously hold your breath, eyes widen at his every movement. Being this close, you can see his fluttering lashes, his sudden quicken breathing, and his plump lips dangling like a piece of meat in front of your hungry gaze. What is this feeling of heat rising up to your chest?

Like a moth drawn into flame, your eyes follow when his tongue darts out to wet the soft kissable pad, his lips transform into pinkish color, just like the watermelon popsicle.

Butterflies roaming inside your stomach, your fuzzy mind lets out a weak resistance, telling you to turn away, escape from the cradle of his finger on your chin.

However, your instinct gives in.

You part your lips and angle up, time stops when his lips meet yours. It is a light brush, yet you can feel your heart pounding wildly inside your chest as the mint frosty scent invades your sense. Your breath slowly turns labored, yet all you can focus on is how soft he felt on your lips and how addicting he’s tasting on your tongue.

When your visions start to blur, and your legs threaten to give out, you finally decide to part away, but the hydro user has his hands cupping on your cheek doesn't think so.

“Let me taste you again.” Xingqiu whispers, his voice deep and smooth like velvet.

And then he pulls you in, claiming your mouth again, passionate and intense. He tastes like the watermelon popsicle you just ate, like a sunny summer you used to love, like a soaring kite in the sky.

You don’t think you hate the feeling of his lips on yours.

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Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 3

PART 1

PART 2

Summary: PART 3 ! of Draco accidentally falling in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP) and finally allowing the relationship to blossom!

Warnings: just the tiniest bit of angst, crying (ofc), Draco sad for a little :(

Words: 7.3K (THIS IS SO LONG OMG BUT MEMORIES IN ITALICS)

A/N: PART THREEEE !!! I think this is my favorite piece of writing in this series and the LONGEST. I know series start losing an audience after the first part but I hope that those who have been following this enjoy this one as much as I do ! I went off the HBP script bc i wanted Draco to live it up and be happy and playful ! also i do not own gif.

The sky was a darkening orange, the sun casting its last glowing light of the day as it quickly began to disappear behind the Hogwarts castle. Small birds and other flying creatures passed overhead, going towards their homes in the trees before nightfall, chirping and singing as they did. The sound of wind rustling through leaves from trees and overgrown plants brought a peace in the air between the couple.

Draco turned his head to the side, a soft smile forming on his lips as he observed you. The both of you were on your backs lying on a spot of grass under a small tree, a different tree than the one the two of you had your fall out by a few months prior, requested by you. Draco thought back to a couple weeks ago when you and him had been walking around the outskirts of the school and you had seen it in the distance.

“That tree is cursed,” you muttered bitterly, eyeing it behind Draco’s head. He turned back to look at it and grimaced.

“I’m still terribly sorry about that, love,” he slipped his hand into yours, bringing the pairing up to his lips and gently placing a kiss on your skin. “We’ll find a new spot.”

“Effective immediately,” you nodded in agreement. “Plus, my friends dared me to climb it last year and I fell off and broke my arm and leg. I hate that tree.”

“Arm and leg?!” He stared at you in disbelief, “Merlin’s sake, Y/N, it’s shocking how clumsy you are.”

“You should be glad I’m clumsy,” you retorted, “you wouldn’t have been graced with my presence now if it wasn’t for me tripping into you.”

“I suppose that’s true,” he smiled, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into his side before pressing a kiss to your temple. “Who would’ve thought that I’d be a fool for the klutz who sprained my finger and busted my lip on two separate occasions before we’ve properly met.”

“On accident!” You exclaimed horrified, stifling a laugh as he did the same.

Your eyes were closed, peacefully allowing yourself to fully bask in the sunlight that was kissing your skin in its golden hues and warmth. Draco turned onto his side, propping himself up with his elbow so he could admire you better. The longer he looked at you, he felt a shiver run down his spine and a foreign queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach appear that he could only describe as tons of tiny blue cornish pixies wreaking havoc on his insides. In simpler terms, butterflies.

“Are you staring at me again, Malfoy?” You hummed quietly, your eyes still closed as you questioned him.

“No, why would I?” He answered with a playful arrogance, the grin on his face widening as your eyebrows furrowed at his answer.

“You’re rude,” you mutter, trying to fight back a smile. “I think I remember you doing the same thing earlier and telling me, and I quote, ‘I can’t believe someone so beautiful is real,’ end quote,” you tried mocking his haughty accent as you quoted him which only earned you a laugh from Draco.

“That sounds nothing like me, you must have me confused with some other poor bloke,” he snickered, a laugh leaving his mouth immediately after.

Your hand came up and playfully slapped his chest, a smile finally breaking onto your features. “I love hearing you laugh. It makes me happy.”

He slowly leaned over, his face hovering over yours before he leaned down even lower and gently pressed small kisses onto your still closed eyelids, your nose, your forehead and then finally your lips. Your face scrunched after every kiss, except for the last one which you happily returned.

“You make me happy, I have you to thank for the laughs,” he said quietly, his hand reaching up to smooth back the flyaway hairs on your face, “and for several other things. I don’t think I could ever thank you enough.”

You finally open your eyes, peering up at him with a loving gaze. It honestly felt like you had opened your eyes in heaven and an angel was leaning over you, greeting you at the gates of paradise, that angel being the platinum blond boy, his warm gray eyes staring back at you with the same look you had in yours. It was a sight to behold, behind Draco, the sun had gone down, leaving a haze of purple clouds and a pinkish sky, the leaves from the tree above swaying gently in the cooling breeze of dusk. As breathtaking as the scene was, Draco outshines it.

He looked so much more different than he did a little over a month ago, the day he had almost had his meeting with death. His skin had regained some color, he was still pale, but the pink undertones he always used to have had returned. His eyes were a lighter gray, almost a sky blue as they now held a warmth he had been so evidently missing. The bags under his eyes were still there, but not as deep or as dark as they had been before.

A smile reappeared on your face, your palm finding its way to his cheek and resting it there. He leaned into the tender touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed the feeling. It felt like a movie, or a book, or a dream, your heart was doing happy flips in your chest as you tried to rationalize how in the world you were in this current position. It was bliss.

“I can’t believe someone so beautiful is real,” you murmur, stealing the compliment he had used on you earlier in the day. Your palm moved up towards his hair, letting your fingers rake through his hair as he smiled.

“Hey, that was my line,” he mumbled.

“No, I got it from some other poor bloke,” you laugh, dropping your hand from his hair. He leaned away from you and lied back down on the grass, an exaggerated sigh leaving his lips as he closed his eyes.

“He sounds dodgy, you should probably stay away from him.”

You rolled over on your stomach and onto Draco’s side, your head falling over his chest as his arm underneath you came up to rest on your lower back. You looked up at him, straining your neck so that your lips could meet his. He lifted his head up slightly, meeting you halfway. Like every time you kissed him, the world around you stopped and it was like every single good thing in the world came together in that one moment. You could always feel the love in his kisses, wordlessly letting you know how much he adored you and cared for you. Just as he could tell the same with yours.

You pulled away, opening your eyes to see his slowly flutter open. Both of you holding that same dazed and dopey in love look that was there every time your lips left his.

“I could never stay away from him.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Draco let out an irritated huff, marching his way down to the dungeons with his robe billowing around his legs with purpose, similar to how the long and greasy raven haired professor’s often flailed about.

Speaking of said professor, Draco was headed towards Snape’s office after receiving word from one of his Slytherin friends that their Head of House had requested him. The idea of talking to Snape right now made him feel dizzy, knowing full and well he was going to be reminded of his painful duties and be ripped out of the short-lived paradise he has been living in recently.

He didn’t want to leave his bliss, at all. He even neglected mending the vanishing cabinet for a while just so he could put all his attention and efforts on you, something he found to be much more important and rewarding. The plans for Dumbledore, especially, strayed even further from his mind as if they didn’t even exist to him at all.

When he reached the office, the door was already open and he saw Snape standing over his desk, looking down at some papers he had scattered over the old battered wooden surface.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape acknowledged lowly, not looking up from the papers, “close the door behind you and have a seat.”

Draco walked in slowly, taking in a deep breath and did as he was told, shutting the heavy wooden door once he forced himself to go inside. He made his way over to one of the empty chairs near the desk and begrudgingly sat down, letting out quietly the shaky breath of air he was holding in. This was the last place he wanted to be.

“Tell me, Draco,” the Professor finally looked up from his papers to give Draco a pointed look, “how is the vanishing cabinet coming along?”

“Fine.”

“Is that so?” He drawled out accusingly, taking short and careful steps around the desk. “Would you say it is able to transport individuals successfully?”

“I haven’t quite gotten it there yet, Professor,” Draco answered weakly, letting his eyes wander around the room and looking at all the different jars lined up against the walls just so he wouldn’t have to make eye contact.

“With that information, it appears to me then, that it is not fine.”

“I’m working on it.”

“Hardly,” Snape sneers, stepping even closer to the chair the cowering boy was sitting in. “Do you think me a fool, Draco? Do you think that I do not know what you have been doing with all of your time? I see that look in your eyes, you’re in love, and stupidly so.”

Draco fearfully looked up at him, seeing a rage beginning to build up in the black of his professor’s eyes. He stayed silent, the sound of his heart rapidly thumping against his chest was the only thing he could hear. It felt as if he were going to explode with panic.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, Professor,” Draco lied through his teeth, locking eyes with the man as he stared him down.

Before he could blink, Snape had taken one long stride towards him, placing both hands on either side of the arms of the chair, Draco immediately leaning as far back as he could as his big-nosed teacher got in his face.

“Don’t lie to me, boy!” He snarled, “I know what love looks like.”

Draco was breathing hard now, his chest rising and falling painfully as his heart began to beat impossibly faster.

“This is no time for fun and games, especially for love,” he grabbed Draco’s left arm, forcefully rolling up his sleeve and flashing the skin upwards towards the blond’s face, “I’m afraid all of that ended the moment you had taken this mark.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” he cried, the Dark Mark was staring angrily at him and he twisted his arm out of the hard grasp it was in, rapidly pushing his sleeve down again so he wouldn’t have to look at it any longer.

“You don’t have a choice!” Snape stepped away from him and looked down at the boy who was quickly breaking down before him. “Your fate and that of your parents, is on the line. Eventually, it will be Miss Y/L/N’s fate in that position as well. There is only so much I can do to help you, Draco. Remind yourself that the Dark Lord doesn’t tolerate or take kindly to any sort of foolery.”

Draco shook violently with tears and anger, his head falling into his hands as all his realities began to hit him all at once. This is exactly the pain he was trying to avoid. He knew he would have to face it again eventually, but not this soon. He figured he would have more time with you. More time to live in the fantasy that left him feeling so euphoric when he got to his dorm at night after a long day of classes with you filling up the spaces in between. He wished he had more time to enjoy his love, the love that was so beautiful and light, so effortless. He wished he had more time to be happy.

Now here he was, stuck on a path he couldn’t change or control. A path that was forced upon him and had no choice or decision he could make. He often wonders what his life would be like now, if the Dark Lord never came back, his father never went to Azkaban, he never quit quidditch, his mind never tainted in evil plans for murder and destruction. He often imagines that life. He imagines you, waiting for him after a quidditch game, cheeks rosy from the frosty wind that whipped around the stands, smiling up at him so beautifully as he proudly took you into his arms after he caught the Golden Snitch and won Slytherin the Quidditch cup. He would be going to an after party at the common room, everyone praising him and his skills and being jealous of him and the girl on his arm.

He didn’t see it, but Snape gave him a small empathetic look, remembering his own pain and loss at the hands of Voldermort.

“I suggest for you to shift your focus to the more important matters at hand, Mr. Malfoy,” Snape says in a low voice. “You may leave.”

Draco roughly wiped away his tears before he jumped up from the chair and rushed towards the door, pushing it open with his body as he nearly ran out of the dungeons and up towards the Great Hall where dinner was being served.

Once he entered the hall, his eyes searched for you at your house table, knowing you’d be there with your friends. His eyes scanned up and down the rows a good two times before he finally saw you, throwing your head back in laughter as everyone talked. The pure joy on your face made him feel the tiniest bit lighter and his breathing a fraction easier.

Your friend noticed him first, tapping your arm vigorously as she pointed in his direction. You turned, your eyes meeting his frazzled ones and you frowned when you realized he had been crying. You threw your napkin down onto the table, hastily slipping out of your seat as you took quick long strides over to him. When you got to him, you slipped your hand into his and walked the two of you out of the hall in a hurry and headed into an empty corridor.

“What happened?” you ask, your voice laced and dripping with worry and concern as your hands reached up to cup his face. “Are you okay?”

Draco let the tears fall again, crying even harder at the your question. He was not okay and soon, neither were you going to be. On his way to you, he made a decision to do something. It was dumb and reckless, but in his mind, he knew it had to be said and done. If there was any sliver of a chance in the future where the two of you lived somewhere near happily ever after, he knew he couldn’t get there if he kept lying to you.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something,” he croaked out, “and you’re not going to like it.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The silence surrounding the top of the astronomy tower was thick and dreadful. The faint moonlight above Hogwarts had cast ghostly shadows onto your faces and illuminated the grimaces you both shared. A cold and bitter wind passed through, picking at and numbing the exposed skin that neither of you cared to acknowledge. You sat on the floor across from him, an empty look filled with tears pooling in your wide eyes. He had told you everything. He pleaded for you to say something, to react, but you couldn’t. You just sat there, frozen and mumbling an almost incoherent ‘I need to think.’

Out of all the things you expected him to tell you, this was not one of them.

It all finally made sense to you. The broken down and erratic state he has been in for months on end was for a very obvious reason now. It was hard for you to grasp at first, wondering how he could ever agree to be a part of something that was so dark and evil. Your mind temporarily mourned the boy, feeling as though that it was over for you two. But the longer you thought, the more it became clear to you that this was in fact, not his choice. It was the first thing he even said to you before he told you about his status as a Death Eater and all the dreadful things he has to accomplish.

And as you stared deeply into his pained eyes, you knew it was true. The Draco you had fallen in love with and are still just as in love with, was the same one sitting before you. Sharing something with you that could potentially jeopardize his life, his family’s life and everything else for the worst. He had trusted you with his darkest and most deepest secret. And it took you less than five minutes to process it all, your final thoughts coming together calmly and without hesitation.

“This doesn’t change anything for me,” you say finally, scooting yourself closer to him and taking his hands in yours. “I still love you all the same.”

A breath of relief left his lips, a sharp and painful ache in his heart suddenly easing drastically the second he heard your words. It was the same relief someone feels when waking up from a nightmare or just bad dream in general, a tranquility settling in that none of it was real and you can let your mind relax.

“But you must see me differently now then?” he then asked with a frown, his relief leaving his body again as his mind hit him with all sorts of pessimistic thoughts and ideas. “I’m not as good as you thought me to be.”

“I do see you differently,” you placed a finger under his chin, gently moving his face so that he could look in your eyes and you noticed the hurt that flashed in his storming gray’s. “I see now that you’re so brave, and so strong. I think it takes a lot of courage to be in your situation and not lose yourself completely. The weight of the world is on your shoulders, but you’re still you and you should be proud of that. You are just as good as I thought you to be.”

He blinked back the tears that had gathered and pricked at his eyes, his hand reaching up gently onto the back of your head as he leaned forward so that now your foreheads were resting against each other.

“You really are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you know that?” He states quietly. He placed a kiss on the space between your eyebrows, letting his lips linger intimately as the two of you relished in the feeling of being so close to one another, mind and body. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you repeated affectionately.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Weeks had gone by in a blur since the night at the astronomy tower, your relationship with Draco had only grown deeper and more meaningful since then. Instead of the ill-fated news tearing you apart, it brought you more closer together than you could have ever imagined. It was as if your souls were finally bare to one another, meeting and embracing each other lovingly on the astral planes.

The dynamic had changed, but only for the greater good as you had encouraged him to spend as much time as he could on the vanishing cabinet. It wasn’t like you wanted him to fix it, but you knew it would come at a great cost if he didn’t so he needed to. You thought back to a couple days after he had told you his duties, frowning at the remembrance of the shame in his voice as he explained everything to you.

“I think I’ll just leave it to rot in the room of requirement,” he muttered bitterly, his eyes focused on his thumb running over the softness of your knuckles. “I’ll just set it on fire and say it was an accident.”

“As much as I’d love for you to do that,” you sigh, “it would be like sentencing yourself to torture and death.”

Draco chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “I’m already headed there.”

“No,” you interject, “you’re not.”

He stayed quiet, trying to get the painful images out of his head that his mind was currently putting on display for him. No matter how many times you told him, he was never able to fully get rid of his pessimistic thoughts.

“He is going to find a way in, eventually,” you lean your head onto his shoulder and he tilts his head to the side so that it rests against yours. “It might as well be you who does it. You need to get onto his good side and from what you’ve told me, it’s only obvious he’s wary of your family.”

“He doesn’t have a good side,” he scowled. “He currently has my father locked in Azkaban, my mother in distress, and me doing his dirty work from within this school. He’s more than wary of us, he’s punishing us already.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, squeezing his hand reassuringly. He sighs, squeezing your hand back.

“It’s alright, love, nothing I can do about it anyways,” he trails off sadly. “But you’re right, I have to do it. I have to fix it.”

From then on, he had split his free time between mending the cabinet and being with you. It was hard for him as it was for you, but either of you knew there was no other way.

You were sitting by yourself next to the Black Lake, hugging your knees to your chest as you mindlessly played with the overgrown weeds you were sitting in. Your wand danced over a patch of dead flowers, wordlessly casting a spell you had learned in Professor Sprout’s class that brought life back into the wilted daisies.

You missed your favorite Slytherin, still not used to not the sudden changes in his schedule that kept him away from you. Your friends obviously kept you company, but there were times like this when you just wanted to be alone and sulk. And sometimes always, you just really missed Draco.

All you wanted at the moment was to hear his laughter, to feel his arms wrap around yours and give you gentle kisses all around your face as you giggled underneath him. To hear him whisper to you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. It was like a cliche love story that you couldn’t get enough of, it was your life. And you never knew that those same stories you always laughed and made fun of but secretly deeply desired, would come into fruition with Draco Malfoy, the boy you’d had a crush on since third year who never even knew you existed until this year.

Despite everything life had thrown at the two of you in these short but also long months, you had formed something so intense and real that most people would never get to experience, especially someone your age.

You heard a faint flapping of wings get louder as it approached, the shadow of a familiar owl appeared from behind you and you turned to look at it. It was Aquila, Draco’s beautiful and large eagle owl swooping over you before landing in front of you, dropping a letter at your feet. You gave her a little pat on the head, and she closed her eyes gently before she backed away and flew off back towards the owlery.

You unrolled the small piece of parchment and smiled as you read it.

Just broke something in the room of requirement for tripping over it and it reminded me of you. Now I can’t stop thinking of you. I’m rushing to finish now, I’ll see you soon. xx DM

The parchment was rolled back up and tucked into the pocket of your robe, a happy sigh slipping past your lips as you rested your chin on your knees. Your eyes landed on some familiar glowing fishes in the water near you from a few days ago and you allowed your mind to slip into the memory, yet again.

Draco lied across your lap, your fingers dancing around in his hair as he hummed in content. He loved it when you did that and you always made sure to play with it any chance you got when the blond mop was vulnerable to you.

He had met up with you after a shower and skipped styling his hair, the platinum strands freely going in their natural direction of falling over his forehead. You ran your hand towards his ends, pushing and slicking them back into his old signature hairstyle from when he was little.

A laugh tumbled from your lips at the sight and he peered up at you, rolling his eyes when he realized why you thought it was funny and sitting up to flatten his hair back down.

“You think my hair is funny, do you?” He accused with a pointed look, but you noticed the laugh that he was trying to hold back. You shook your head ‘no’ while still laughing and he finally smiled.

He lurched forward, playfully and gently tackling you down into a fluffy bed of dandelions, a ridiculous amount of the puffs from the flowers flying up into the air around you and into the dark night sky. He attacked your collarbones with kisses, your shoulders, up your neck and then your lips. You loved when he would do that, leaving multiple lingering kisses along your skin so he made sure to do it any chance he got, just as you did the same with playing with his hair.

After he was done snogging you, he sat up again and pulled you up with him, a comfortable silence falling between you two. The comfort only lasted a minute or two before a thought had trickled its way into your head as your hands sat over his forearms.

“Can I see it?” you asked quietly, afraid of sounding insensitive or offending him you immediately added, “only if you’re comfortable, of course.”

Draco followed your gaze onto his arm and he stiffened, his blood all of a sudden feeling cold in his body. Not once since he’d gotten the mark has he looked at it for longer than a couple seconds, absolutely loathing the fact that it was permanently etched into his skin. He was hesitant, wondering if you would be disgusted by it and him, but you looked at him with such a genuine concern and curiosity that he couldn’t say no.

He fiddled with his sleeve a little, rolling it up towards his elbow and facing the mark towards you so that you could observe it. Instead of looking at it, he looked only at you and your facial expressions, he wanted to see exactly what you thought in the eyes that were the window to the soul.

The mark looked as if it were a scar, it rose a little bit above the rest of his milky skin, angry and swollen. Your fingers ghosted above it, Draco shivering underneath the closeness of your touch. He felt your hand tenderly stroke the mark, your finger tracing its outline with a delicate pressure. The next thing you did was lean down, delicately and lovingly placing a kiss onto something that only represented hate and evil. The complete opposite of everything that you were.

“This doesn’t define you, Dray,” you say warmly as you pull away. “I know you hate it and I know it hurts to see it. But it’s not you. And one day, it might be so faint that it’ll just be a reminder of how you survived and got through the most difficult point of your life.”

He nodded, staying silent as he took in your words. They made him feel better because if that what was you believed, who was he to say it was wrong? He desperately wanted your words to be true, so he happily accepted them and let them relax the part of his mind that constantly doubted himself.

You rolled down his sleeve for him before settling yourself onto his lap and pulling him into a hug. His hands rested themselves on your lower back, one almost slipping down onto your butt before you reached behind you and raised his hand back up as he snickered. He let his head lie against your chest, the even and soft thumping of your heart calming him instantly and he sighed, pressing a kiss into the exposed skin above your shirt.

You reached down beside you and plucked two dandelions from the ground, holding them up and twirling them around in your fingers.

“Muggles like to say that if you make a wish on a dandelion and blow on it, your wish will come true,” you hum, making him look up at you in confusion.

“That sounds ridiculous,” he mumbles. You give him one of the dandelions and smile.

“You never know until you try,” you raised an eyebrow before giving him one. He eyed it with doubt and you pouted, silently pleading for him to do it with you. “Just close your eyes, think of your wish and blow.”

He waited until you squinted your eyes shut, he didn’t, but as he watched you he wordlessly made his wish. He wished that he could have moments like this with you for the rest of his life, moments of loving nirvana. Ironically, you had wished for the exact same thing.

When you opened your eyes, you blew onto the flower and he did the same with his. The both of you watched the fluffs flail about in the wind around you until they were carried higher and higher up into the starry night sky and out of your sights. You held the boy underneath you tighter against you and he followed, his hand again trying to land on your butt but you stopping it again and both of you laughing.

“What did you wish for?” He asked, the question muffled against your sweater.

“If I tell you then it won’t come true.”

“That’s rubbish.”

The afternoon was fleetingly turning into evening, the sun beginning its descent behind Hogwarts and a number of thick clouds had formed in the sky that blocked the beautiful orange sunsets you loved.

“I knew I’d find you here,” Draco announced his presence from behind you, a weird tone in his voice as he approached you. He plopped himself down beside you and gave you a long affectionate kiss before pulling away from you with a half-hearted smile.

“You seem very cheery,” you teased, poking his frown with your finger before forcing his lips up into a smile and he let out an airy chuckle. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you want the bad news or good news first?”

“Bad.”

“I think I’ve finally fixed the cabinet.” He said suddenly.

“Oh,” was all you could say as you processed his accomplishment. His hand reached for yours, interlocking your fingers with his as he anxiously waited for your answer. “So what’s going to happen next?”

“I’m not sure yet,” he answers honestly. “I suppose I’ll let Snape know and then eventually You-Know-Who will become aware. But I don’t know what chaos lies ahead. I don’t even know if it’s fully mended, I’m waiting until tomorrow to test it out.”

“Why not today?” you ask quietly. You felt your hand beginning to nervously sweat in his as each second of silence passed by.

“I wanted to have one last normal day,” he looks up at you and smiles faintly. You return it even though you felt as though you were nearly about to empty out your stomach from earlier’s lunch. “Before everything changes.”

“So then, what’s the good news?” You desperately wanted to change the topic, hoping that his good news would be enough to ease your panicked mined for the moment and luckily, it did.

“You and I are spending all day and night together,” he responds happily.

“Who said that’s good news?” you eye him mockingly, a goofy smirk making its way onto your lips, your mood improving instantly as you thought of the next 24 hours with your love. He gaped at you in fake shock, blinking slowly as he tried to come up with a comeback that would stump you.

“You know what, Y/L/N, perhaps I’ll ask Pansy instead, she’s been rather fond of me again lately,” he snickers, a look of horror replacing your previous teasing.

“Absolutely not!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You weren’t aware of how sleepy you were until you had gotten back to Hogwarts, a clock on a faraway wall in the dungeons displayed 1:11 AM. You were stopped right outside the Slytherin common room, Draco pinning you up against a wall as his lips passionately and lovingly danced with yours. Your hands were tangled in his ridiculously soft hair as he gripped onto your hips tightly.

This was the way the two of you should have been living, every day, stupidly in love like teenagers and having fun.

The whole day had gone by in a flash. Draco had taken you out for an evening stroll around Hogsmeade, stopping at The Three Broomsticks for butterbeer and food where you talked about everything and anything, avoiding any negatives completely and only talking of childhood memories from home and school or of funny stories that had come to mind. He had then taken you to a small jewelry shop where you admired every piece of gem in there and basically begged Draco not to buy you anything which he repeatedly tried to argue against.

Somewhere along the line, you found a small group of stray cats, dragging Draco by his hand to the little bundle of kittens hidden in a hollowed tree stump. One hissed at the two of you, backing far into the corner of the the stump as it protected the rest of its siblings behind it.

You had reached into your pocket, getting out your wand and pointing it towards the ground in front of them and whispering some spell Draco had never heard of. Suddenly, a small pile of cat food had appeared in a heap on the ground and the two of you watched as the leader of the litter had began to inspect it.

“Where did you learn that?” he laughs in astonishment as the kittens began to hurriedly munch on it.

“I found it in a book about cats in the library one day while I was bored,” you said with a sheepish smile. “Nice to know it came in handy.”

You then began walking around again, this time further away from the castle and the little village and more near the Forbidden Forest. This was the Hogwarts equivalent of long romantic walks along the beach. It was there where you found a small cliff and sat down to rest with your legs dangling wildly over the edge.

“With your track record, you should reconsider the way you’re sitting, darling,” Draco chuckles, his eyes peering over the edge and into the dark and rocky surfaces below before as he shuddered in fear.

“Relax,” you say, pushing yourself back from your spot and standing up before looking up at him. “You really think I’m that clumsy that I’ll fall off a cli-”

Draco reached out for you before he could even process that a chunk of the cliff had given out from underneath you as you stood. You fell into his embrace, the both of you staring down in terror at the tumbling piece of earth, watching it crash and explode as it hit a sharp boulder below. Draco let out a breath of relief, giving you a ‘I told you so’ look.

“Yeah, alright,” you nodded. “I think I’m ready to go home now.”

So now here you two were, still snogging in the dungeons without a care in the world. You were so wrapped up in each other that you hardly noticed the sound of Filch approaching nearby, the sound of his lantern accidentally falling behind a corridor made you finally rip away from the kissing, looking in the direction of the noise.

“It’s Filch!” you hiss before pushing Draco towards the entrance of the common room. He quickly said the password and slipped the two of you inside once the stone had opened up, quietly laughing to each other as you heard Filch yell a distant, ‘students out of bed!’

Draco wasted no time in taking your hand and sneaking you into his Prefect room, the both of you haphazardly tumbling inside out of panic when you had seen another Slytherin passing by somewhere near the staircase to the room. You landed into the room with a ‘thud’ and Draco underneath you with his face twisted in that of pain.

“Oh no, please don’t tell me I’ve done it again,” you scattered off of him, grabbing onto his hand that he had landed on with too much force as he tried to stop both of your falls. His wrist was staring to swell up a strong pink and then red as you felt around the bone.

“You’ve done it again,” he laughs quietly through the pain at seeing your reaction. You gave him a scowl before reaching for your wand at drawing it at his injury.

He admired you as you handled his wrist with the same caring and tender touch that you gave him the last times you had healed him from the accidental trips of fate that had been thrown onto him, literally.

You breathed out a quick, “episkey,” and let relief wash over you as his sprained wrist healed to its original glory and he flexed it back and forth just for your benefit.

“Thank you, my little personal healer and injurer,” he stood up, pulling you with him and gave you a tight embrace that you lazily returned with an exaggerated frown.

“On accident!”

“I’m only joking, love,” he chuckles before giving you a kiss that made up for his teasing. “Also, I got you something.”

You raised an eyebrow, stepping away from him as he reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a small velvet rectangular box before handing it to. You took it in your shaky hands, opening it up to be greeted with a glittering silver band bracelet, glowing green emerald jewels going all around it. You gasped at its beauty, pulling it out of its box as you looked up at Draco as he beamed at you.

“I know you said not to buy anything, but I had to.”

You flung yourself into his arms, kissing him all over his face as he laughed from underneath you.

“I love it, Dray,” you gleamed, carefully slipping the band onto your wrist. “Thank you.”

He nodded, smiling to himself at satisfaction that he had gotten something for you at the jewelry shop even though you insisted that he didn’t, he couldn’t help himself. Eventually, he thought, he would be adding a diamond ring to your new collection of expensive accessories from him.

You let your attention focus onto the space around you, it was dark and a little disorganized seeing as he was hardly ever in there now, only to sleep. You had been in his room plenty of times recently to talk or if he was feeling upset but this was the first time you were going to actually sleep through the night with him. You weren’t even prepared for the impromptu slumber party, but it didn’t bother you all too much as your boyfriend passed you one of his sleeping shirts and shorts.

When you clambered into bed with him, legs entangled and bodies pressed up against each other, you sighed sleepily in content. You laid in silence, the sound of steady breathing and a tick and tock of a clock nearly sending you into a deep sleep while you admired the new bracelet on your wrist until your brain started conjuring up thoughts of the very near future.

“It’s all going to be different now, isn’t it?” you mumbled.

He waited a moment before responding, the same thoughts began to run through his mind and he sighed, letting out a breathless, “yes.”

There was another moment of silence, a painfully quiet one as now the both of you had started to think and torture yourselves even further.

“I’m scared,” you whisper timidly, the grip you had on Draco’s shirt got tighter.

“I am too,” his head turned to meet your eyes, the same wide eye look being held in them that he’s been seeing a lot of that day. “But I promise that no matter what happens, I’m always going to love you. Forever.”

Tears had accidentally slipped from your watery eyes and you buried your face in his neck to inhale his scent to calm yourself down. It was weird in theory, but there was something about the mix of his cologne and minty smelling soap that relaxed your whole body from whatever would be bothering you.

“I say this all the time,” he started again, his hand mindlessly played with your hair as he spoke. “But thank you, for helping me, healing me and not just on the outside. I owe you so much and I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” you cried relentlessly now, “so, so much.”

Draco stayed quiet, his own tears falling now but he didn’t want to make the moment sadder than it already was, so he sucked it up and gave the top of your head a long and amorous kiss while you cried yourself to sleep in his arms.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It was morning, a heavy set of clouds rested over the castle in an eerie and gloomy way. You took it as a sign that everything was going to end up that way, dark and melancholic. It was sad, being the only two people as of right now who knew what was coming to Hogwarts in maybe a couple hours or days time. But there was nothing you could do but hope for the best and silently place your hope that Harry Potter would save the day as he somehow always did. You didn’t dare tell Draco that, however and as much as you disliked Harry for nearly killing your lover not too long ago, you needed to believe that there was hope for a future with no Voldermort.

You walked timidly behind Draco as he guided you to the room of requirement. Your eyes were glued to the back of his perfectly styled head and iron pressed black suit and if you weren’t in such upsetting circumstances, you would have let yourself admire him longer, but you couldn’t quite focus on anything other than what lied ahead.

He had asked you to come with him to test the vanishing cabinet, wanting your support as he brought life to the thing that would bring destruction to the beloved school. You stood quietly, watching the very large doors of the room appear on the wall as Draco called for it silently.

You had never been in the room before and that was apparent when you looked at everything in awe, seeing all the forgotten artifacts and knickknacks for the first time that were piled onto each other for miles on end. He lead you through the maze of objects until you stopped at a tall and ashy gray run down wardrobe, his other hand grabbing onto the corner of the drape that was feebly covering it and pulled it down in one swift motion causing a pile of dust to fly into the air around you, making you feel suffocated all of a sudden as you stared at the revealed cabinet.

He let go of your hand, reaching into the pocket of his blazer as he pulled out a small green apple to place inside the middle of the cabinet. You watched carefully as he closed the doors of it and pressed his wand up against the opening, his eyes fluttering closed as he thought of the spell.

“Harmonia Nectere Passus,” a small whooshing sound passed and Draco opened his eyes to check if the apple was still behind the doors. The apple was gone, and your heart sank in fear. This was it. He took one deep breath before shutting the doors closed and placing his wand against them once again.

“Harmonia Nectere Passus,” he whispered, “Harmonia Nectere Passus.”

The whooshing sound came back and he slowly grabbed the handle of one of the doors, his hand reaching inside of the cabinet and pulling something out. He turned around to face you, his skin paling in fear, the apple was back in his hand and as he turned it, you spotted the new clean bite around its side.

You inhaled sharply, your heart thumping rapidly as you realized what this meant.

“You fixed it.”

PART 4

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yanderemommabean · 4 years ago

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Eraserdust either first meeting or first kidnapping, if that's alright? Your writing is amazing and I think its really neat!

“Kidnapping me won’t get you what you want” Aizawa’s deep voice rumbled, doing his best to stay calm and collected. The villain - whomever they may be - must’ve done their research and attacked while he was asleep. Usually he’s always on his guard, alert and aware. He can’t believe he got caught like this, so easily, literally prey lying in wait for a predator he wasn’t even aware was around.

All he heard was heavy breathing, and tried to pinpoint where exactly it was coming from. He knew he was tied by his wrists, to one point, most likely the top of a bedpost. He was on his back, from what he can tell he wasn’t injured, and of course he was blindfolded. The typical, cliche, go-to’s for a kidnapping. “You can do whatever you plan to me, but it won’t be worth it. They won’t succumb to your demands”.

The heavy breathing became louder, right next to his ear. It sounded hesitant, like the villain was debating something. Shouta stills his breath, waiting for any type of response, any type of action that would end this terrifying (and bordering on awkward) silence. Gently, fingers trace down his neck, causing him to jump at the cold contact.

“You’re beautiful” A gravelly voice murmured, the fingers roaming up to cup his face, gently caressing his jaw as he grimaced. “You’re absolutely breathtaking”. The voice was male, so Shouta at least had something to go off of if he managed to get out of here. Beautiful? God was this some sick game? Was he a serial killer who liked to torture his victims? A pile of questions and no shovel.

He cranes his neck, turning away from the fingers clenching on his cheeks to spit out a response. “What is this? What do you want?” Shouta demanded answers, but was met with a soft, amused chuckle. “I already have it. You, tied up and in my bed. I gotta say, it was such a pain getting you here. You’re so cool, but so tough to figure out with your lifestyle. You really need to have a schedule better than what you’ve got”.

Scrunching his nose, the black haired man scoffs “You’re a crazed fan? A stalker who’s love is horribly misplaced? You’re out of your mind to think this would make me like you in the /slightest/”. A fanboy? He was kidnapped by some common stalker? Damn he’s really off of his game. “You need to let me go. Now”.

It goes quiet again, no doubt because he upset his captor by ruining his illusion. There’s a rustling sound, and the blindfold on his eyes is removed, the dim lighting of the room making his eyes struggle to adjust. Around him was a simple night stand, a ceiling light, carpeted flooring, the king sized bed he was laying on, and most important- The most wanted villain in the world. Deep, burning red eyes stare into his own with a look of confidence, arrogance, as if he had the upper hand.

Because he did. Shouta could only use his quirk to protect from his decay, but not from any other methods. Stabbing, choking, smothering, shooting- the list goes on. He’s vulnerable and Tomura Shigaraki knows it. “I don’t need to do anything but take care of you. You’re the only true, worthwhile hero and you’re...ugh you’re so neglected” he growled at the end, shifting to sit on top of Shouta’s legs. He bares his teeth in a snarl as he continues his rant, piercing eyes never leaving Shouta’s gaze. “You’re the only hero who does it for the good of the world, the good of the people. Staying away from the limelight, helping no matter what...risking your very life for people who don’t deserve it”.

Was that...Praise? He was being praised and admired because he prefers to stay away from the media and does the bare minimum of what every hero should do? How something that basic and boring is reason enough to kidnap is beyond comprehension. He grunts when Tomura sits right on his hips, his body pressing right on his cock, causing blood to both rush to his cheeks and to the sexual organ. “You can’t keep me here. People will-ngh...Find me. You’ll be thrown in jail for this and everything else you’ve done”.

Tomura sighs with a smile, running his cold hands up the hero's shirt to feel his sculpted muscles, biting his lip again as he slowly rocks his hips. “There you go again. So amazing. Worrying about what will happen to me, what trouble I could get into. You’re such a golden level hero.” The blue haired villain hikes the shirt up over Shouta’s chest, exposing more of him as he tries to tug the restraints holding him to the bedpost. “S-Stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!” he hissed, trying to not think of the pressure being added to his ever growing bulge.

A wet kiss on his neck sends tremors of fear down his spine, making his stomach churn. He’s only capable of staring at Tomura as the weight of the situation sinks in. He’s stuck like this. He is at the mercy of a psychopathic, murderous villain, who is so infatuated and obsessed that he managed to kidnap him. No matter what he says, what he tries to reason, it won’t matter. Shigaraki wanted him, and finally got his blood covered hands on him.

“Shh, shh shh...I know what you need. Let me give it to you. Let me be your stress toy, use me until you’re satisfied”. The villain's mouth seals over Shoutas with unrelenting passion, his hips grinding harder against the straining cock underneath him as his hands squeeze, pinch, and caress every inch they can get ahold of. The harder Shouta resisted, the more amused Tomura became, as if he saw him as a shy, inexperienced lover rather than a kidnap victim who’s nearly double his age.

“Hmph, you’re so cute when you try and deny the pleasure you deserve”. Tomura sucked a nipple into his mouth while his other hand massaged his hip, loving the warmth growing under his ministrations. Shouta made a weak moan, trying to suppress the fact he was being pleasantly - however forcefully- stimulated. Shigaraki pulled off with a wet pop, eyes half lidded as he drinks in the flustered, aroused sight of his beloved hero.

“Oh I’m going to absolutely spoil you. I’m gonna make you see how much love and devotion you’ve been starved of all these years”.

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demoneyesanddamagedsouls · 4 years ago

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One Way Or Another

Pairing: Baron Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

Warnings: Helmut Zemo (He needs his own warning), canon typical violence, weapons, smutttt, unprotected sex, piv sex, FATWS spoilers

Summary: Helmut Zemo is someone you just can’t seem to figure out. But is this mysterious man more than meets the eye? What happens when the two of you are thrown into close quarters...

A/N: Ok this is my first Zemo fic I hope y’all enjoy! Let me know if you want me to make this more than one part I feel like I could definitely make more chapters if anyone is interested!

Word Count: 4.2k

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The evening was cool, the breeze from the water surrounding the island of Madripoor whipped through your hair as your cheeks and ears blushed red at the sharp sting of the frigid air. You leaned lightly on the cool steel railing of the large balcony admiring the incredible view from Sharon’s apartment in the heart of the island. The whole city was alight in an incredible neon glow, every building shining a different colour, the reflections of light bouncing off the water surrounding the island making the whole metropolis glitter against the deep black of the night sky.

The breathtaking scene in front of you easily rivalled some of the incredible stolen art which resided inside the apartment in amongst the clamour of the party. Music drifting from the boom of the speakers out of the ajar door that led to the outside space, the thin glass muffling the heavy noise but not barring the gentle vibrations of the bass that ran through the floor and up your legs.

It had been a long day, the five of you had managed to extract some information about Karli from the elusive Dr Nagel and you were all ready to set out the next day, excluding Sharon of course due to the price on her head. So tonight, they had decided to enjoy themselves. Sharon had already had a party to auction off some of the art planned weeks in advance, so the timing lined up perfectly, giving you all the opportunity to let go and enjoy yourselves before you were thrown into the heat of battle once more.

You certainly had been enjoying Sharon’s extensive liquor stash, letting the boys pour you drinks throughout the evening, enough that you were feeling a soft buzz of alcohol running through your veins, while your belly warmed itself with the final dregs of a dark spiced liquor which swirled around the glass you held in your fingers that you couldn’t quite remember the name of. You sighed softly, your breath puffing out in front of you in the cool night air, as you simply enjoy the stillness of the moment.

Not a second later, as if you had summoned him purely through the power of thought, you hear the door behind you creak slightly as more of the muffled music begins to pour out of the opened door frame. You hear him walk up to you, the heels of his boots clicking on the crisp stone tiles of the balcony as he approaches you. Feeling the heat of his gaze as if it were a physical touch as he traces the outline of your form with his eyes, moving up the thin stiletto of your patent black heels, up the exposed skin of your calves, your thighs, the soft curve of your ass hidden underneath the short black skirt of your skin tight dress, finally landing his gaze on the soft plush of your cheek as he stands next to you, mirroring your same stance, leaning across the balcony railing.

You turn to look at him, Helmut Zemo, the man who had been working with you and the boys to help take down the super soldier Flag Smashers. He was wrapped in a lucious black fur trimmed coat; the luxurious fabric draped over his strong shoulders broadening his physique making him look more imposing. All you could think was how broad he would look caging you in underneath his torso in the soft plush of his bedsheets. Beneath the striking coat rested a maroon turtleneck which adorned his torso tapering down to the silver buckle of his belt which secured the slim black slacks which hugged the strong muscle of his legs. You can’t help but envision his strong thighs pressed against the back of yours as he rails you from behind. Fuck. You shake your head attempting to break your train of thought, a hard task when all you can feel is his warm breath tickling the exposed skin of your neck.

You shudder gently at the feeling, which he mistakes for a shiver against the brisk wind, quickly moving to remove his jacket and place it over your shoulders. Suddenly your senses are full of him all at once, the warmth of his body heat that he had created in the jacket, the delicious smell of his cologne filling your nostrils. The gesture is sweet and caring only serving to further confuse you. You had no idea what to make of this man beside you. You couldn’t decide if you should hate him after all the terrible things he’d done, the people he had killed, the violence he had inflicted or, if you should look at him with fresh eyes, as a man who had changed and learnt from his mistakes. The man you had witnessed firsthand here in Madripoor. You knew you couldn’t trust him. Not completely. But something about him lured you in, a burning curiosity to find out what his mysterious persona hid beneath the surface.

Not a single word had passed between you in the minutes that he had come to stand beside you. The air crackled around you both with an unsaid tension thickening the space between you like a fog descending across a field in the early morning. You knew you were staring but you couldn’t bring yourself to tear your gaze away from the soft expression that rested in the features of his face, a mixture of concern and curiosity as he looked you over. His gaze rested on yours, holding eye contact with you, as he waited for you to say something, his eyes darting down to the soft plush of your lips as you finally managed to form some words to break the silence. Your filter substantially diluted by the strength of the alcohol you had consumed.

“I just can’t seem to figure you out Zemo.” You say, eyebrows quirked in a questioning manner as you analyse the features of his face. Trying to read his expression as he looks back up catching your gaze in his.

“What’s there to figure out Kätzchen?” He smirks, a teasing quality to his voice as he looks down at you.

You sigh in frustration, narrowing your eyes as if to articulate how you were studying him and his reactions as you spoke, lips moving slowly as you dragged out your words, giving them emphasis, “This whole broody mysterious but sweet thing you have going is not fooling me… I can’t decide if I should hate you or like you.”

He pauses, mulling over your words, “Why not a bit of both?” Quirking his eyebrow as he responds, a close-lipped lopsided grin spreading across his cheeks as you roll your eyes at his retort.

Resigning to the fact that you weren’t going to learn anything by talking his ear off with these probing questions. You lean back removing your elbows from the railing, standing upright once more, still not quite as tall as Zemo even in your reasonably high heels. Pulling Zemo’s warm coat off your shoulders, you grip the gorgeous fur trim as you pass it back to him, shivering slightly at the briskness of the outside air as the soft wool leaves your skin.

“Shall we go back inside and join the party then?” You say eyebrows raised, determined to enjoy the rest of your evening, trying to move past your complete inability to read the man in front of you.

“Let’s, little one. I’ll make you another drink.” He says smiling softly, slipping his coat back on and gesturing to the door with an extended arm.

You pass him your empty glass and strut forward past him and back into the electric energy of the party. Moving through the crowds of people socialising and looking over the beautiful artworks, you make your way through the dim blue light of the room to the illuminated tiles of the dance floor. The space was teeming with people moving to the music swaying in the strobe lights as the upbeat rhythm of a sultry song permeated the air. Washing over you like wave of movement, your body starts to move to the music, the familiar melody causing you to break out into a blissed out smile as you sway your hips to the passion filled lyrics.

Looking around the space as you gyrate to the music, you catch a glimpse of Zemo from behind the bar pouring a semi clear liquid into lovely matching crystal glasses resting on the bench top. He must have felt you watching him because in that moment he flicks his gaze up directly at you, catching you watching him. For some reason you feel drawn to him, knowing how much trouble he is, how dangerous he is. You’ve seen him kill with your own eyes. And yet you can’t help the strong attraction to him, his danger mixed with the softness he showed you. You didn’t even know if he was interested in you like that. But fuck were you interested in him. Throwing your inhibitions to the wind thanks to the bit of liquid courage you had been consuming you hold his gaze, continuing to dance, moving seductively as you sway your hips to the music running your hands over your body.

Tracing your own form with gentle fingertips, you close your eyes for a moment as you bite your bottom lip, enjoying the sensation of your caresses. Blinking as the light of the dance floor floods your vision once more you realise that Zemo had disappeared into the chaos of the crowd. You spin around looking for him, worried that you’d scared him away with your forwardness, suddenly coming face to face with that very grin you had been searching out. Zemo looked down at you, watching your lips form a small ‘o’ in surprise at his proximity as he extended his hand, the drink he had made you resting in his calloused palm. A broad smile breaks across your face as you take the crystal glass out of his hand brushing your fingers purposefully across his skin.

“Turkish Delight,” he whispers just loud enough for you to hear, “Irresistible.” A quiet confidence lingering in the air around him as it always did.

You pull the glass up to your lips, closing your eyes once more as you take a deep sip relishing in the delicious taste of rosewater and sugar mixed with the sharp tang of vodka flooding your taste buds. You let out a satisfied moan as you pull the glass away from your lips, looking back up at Zemo through your dark lashes and you catch him tense up slightly at the sound that had just escaped your lips.

The mood shifts as the next song starts to play, a slower melody with a deep baritone voice filling your ears from the speakers. You turn towards the speakers, trying to focus on recognising the song which sounded so familiar, when suddenly you feel an arm wrap around your waist pulling you swiftly into the warmth of the body behind you. Zemo had pulled you flush against him, your back resting against his warm torso, as he gently sipped his matching drink. You are swept up in the feeling of him against your back the feel of his arm over your waist, his splayed hand pressing against your lower stomach, the heat of his palm seeping into your skin through the thin material of your dress, making your cheeks flush a bright red at the effect he was having on you. The two of you sway slowly to the rhythm, your hips resting against his as your ass gently rocked against his thighs, his warm breaths ghosting the shell of your ear, making your skin prickle as he began to softly whisper the lyrics of the song into your ear.

“What's your name?... Who's your daddy?... Is he rich like me?... Has he taken… Any time… To show you what you need to live?” His sultry voice echoes through your head and desire begins to pool in your lower belly. The flush on your cheeks only growing redder as the words resonate with you. Your eyes drift closed as you soak up every part of the moment, letting it fill your senses, the scent of him, the heat radiating off his strong chest, the suggestive words he had whispered into your ear echoing and reverberating as you become lost in that moment in time. It felt as if everything was moving in slow motion, everything was him.

Your eyes are jarred open quickly as you hear the smash of glass nearby as one of Sharon’s drunk guests decides to pick a fight with another and a brawl breaks out on the dance floor. So quickly that you can barely register what is happening. In a state of shock, you look around trying to figure out what to do when Zemo quickly pushes you out of the way of a fist flying towards your face. He grunts slightly at the effort and you hear both of your crystal glasses smashing against the hard tiled floor as he rushes you into a small room just out of reach of the commotion. Still in a state of shock your finally register what was happening. You had been swiftly pulled out of harm’s way and into the small butler’s kitchen tucked away behind the main living space where the party that you had been attending, which had broken out into a full-on brawl, had been located. You suddenly take in the situation you were in, pressed up against the wall behind the door frame caged in behind the broad body of Zemo. He was crowding his body in front of yours out of instinct as he heard guns fire in the adjacent room.

All you can feel is his body pressed against you, protecting you from harm. You watch him as he eyes the doorway listening to the commotion outside, his features strained in focus as he listened out for any action moving in your direction. All you could think in that moment was that this man who was supposed to be dangerous, supposed to be evil, supposed to be the bad guy, had probably just saved your life and was determined to protect you even if it meant him getting hurt or even killed in the process. That was entirely evident in the way he had pulled you out of the crossfire and was currently using his own body to shield you from any impending damage. And fuck if that didn’t make your body heat up with desire and arousal flood your panties.

The attraction that had been mounting between you had just culminated in the ultimate grand gesture and you realised you could not bring yourself to tear your eyes away from him, half of his face illuminated by the soft moonlight streaming in through the door frame as you gazed at him completely entranced.

“Zemo…” you whisper as you trace the sharp angle of his jaw with a delicate finger.

“Kätzchen?” He whips around suddenly at the sound of your voice, panic riddled across his features. “Is something wrong little one? Are you hurt?”

“No no… but you are.” You whisper as you continue tracing his jaw to the place where you realise the man’s fist had collided with his face. The one he had pushed you out of the way of and instead, he had received the blow that probably would have cracked your nose. He winces slightly under your touch and you pinch his chin between your thumb and forefinger, pulling him down to your eye line to analyse the small bruise that was forming at the base of his jawline. He watches you from the corner of his eye as his breathing hitches, scarcely moving as you caress his skin. Tracing the gentle outline of a forming bruise as you feel his searing gaze burn into you, watching your pursed lips and your worried eyes. You run a soothing hand over the bruise, holding his cheek and his jaw in your soft palm as you look back into his eyes.

“Thank you for protecting me.” You whisper with bated breath as you hold his gaze.

His eyes flicking down to your lips as you speak, unable to stop himself. Entranced by the proximity and the way you were touching him, the way your chest heaved in front of him just brushing against his torso. Suddenly he was on you, lips slanting over yours tentative at first, questioning, but as soon as you responded in kind, melting into his touch, the kiss became more bruising, desperate, ravenous. You moaned into his mouth as he ran a hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you even closer. He took this as an opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. The two of you tangling together as you both explored the warmth behind each other’s lips. His other hand running down the small of your back to grab at the luscious curve of your backside as you ran your hands across the firmness of his chest.

You both pulled apart gasping for breath. Small plumes of air mingling together in the dark of the room. You shouldn’t be doing this, you knew who Zemo was and yet you couldn’t help yourself, you were so excited, turned on even, by the danger, the mystery of the man.

He shook his head at you and whispered breathily, “I’m trouble little one…”

You look into his warm brown eyes slowly turning as black as the shadow of the room. Smirking back at him, the glint of mischief in your pupils evident as you respond, “I like trouble.”

His gaze becomes predatory as your words sink in. Removing the hand from your neck he quickly slams the door closed and locks it behind him taking all the light out of the room apart from a small sliver of moonlight coming in through a skylight above. He pushes you against the wall once more and hungrily slants his lips across yours, capturing you in a delicious but messy kiss, filled with passion and craving. He moves slowly from your lips, down across your jaw and then attaches himself to the pulse point of your neck, biting gently at the soft skin as you moan out in pleasure at the small sharp pain. He wraps his hands around your thighs and lifts you up, holding you against the wall. You respond in kind, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around the crook of his neck, pulling his lips to yours with a sharp tug of his hair. Holding you carefully, his hands wrapped around the muscle of your thighs, he walks you over to the kitchen counter on the other side of the room, sliding you gently onto the cool marble.

He pulls away once more, admiring your already dishevelled state, chest heaving as you catch your breath, drawing attention to the swell of your breasts, your slightly mussed hair falling across the glistening skin of your cheek, the skirt of your dress which had ridden up to reveal a glimpse of your lacy black panties. Fuck you were gorgeous.

“Are you sure you want this Kätzchen?” he says as he regains his own breath.

“Fuck yes I do.” Any inhibition you may have had earlier disappeared, as quick as the sound of the outside world had as soon as the door closed.

Moving slowly towards your figure, he reaches out to the silver press studs that run down your dress, starting at the top of your chest. You let out a small gasp as he touches the visible skin, slowly exposing the matching black lace bra beneath as he undoes the clasps slowly, the metallic clicks the only noise in the room apart from your shallow breathing. He grins up at you completely enthralled by how you were responding to him. He undoes enough clasps to fully reveal your bra and your chest. His movements are that of a man possessed as he traces the swell of your breasts with delicate fingers, leaving prickles of heat in the wake of their touch.

“So delicate, like a rose in full bloom.” He murmured, voice silken as he followed the trail of his fingers with his gaze.

He brings his hands to the front of your dress and pulls it open, one button at a time, the rhythmic click of the clasps bursting was a melody to your ears. Slowly exposing the rest of your body to him as your dress falls off your shoulders, you swiftly pull the rest of the fabric off your wrists, letting it pool around you on the kitchen counter. He slowly makes his way to the crook of your back to unclasp your bra. He makes quick work of the hooks and pulls the thin piece of fabric off you, exposing your chest completely to him. Massaging and squeezing at your breasts, his warm palms feeling exquisite on your nipples, hard in the cold air of the evening and from his ravenous attentions.

Moving his hands lower, he grips onto your hips with a bruising force, moving his head down to your chest, taking one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking languidly on your pebbled nipple, dragging his teeth across it nibbling lightly making you arch yourself into him, desperate for more. You wanted his mouth all over your skin, everywhere he could reach, his attentions are ravenous as he places a particularly cutting bite to your nipple then swiftly switching his attentions to your other breast, leaving a trail of delicate bites across your collarbone in his wake. You keen into his caresses as he begins to move slowly upwards, marking up your chest, your collarbone, and finally your neck with small red bruises made by his teeth. You revelled in the delicious pain of it, the arousal in your panties starting to drip down your thighs at the feeling of his teeth dragging over your skin.

“You look so beautiful like this, all marked up, showing everyone that you’re mine…” he whispers against your skin, “I wonder how your boys would feel about that…” confidence and lust dripping from his words as he watches you react to him.

You whimper as he moves his hand down to your cunt, pressing against you with two fingers against the thin lace material, feeling how you had soaked through the fabric.

“It seems you like it too, Kätzchen.” His tongue languishing over every syllable of the little nickname he’d given you as he tugged your soaking panties down your thighs so that they dropped onto the cool stone floor.

You were now completely exposed to him as he stood in front of you fully clothed. You paw at his chest, feeling his strong torso beneath the fabric as you tugged at the lapel of the jacket, slowly dragging it over his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor to join your panties. Understanding your silent plea he pulls the top beneath over his head, revealing his toned yet soft torso to your eager hands. You run your fingers over his skin, tracing the small outlines of his figure with light caresses as you make your way down to the silver buckle of his belt. Deft fingers making quick work of the clasp then making your way to the buttons of his pants with just as much eagerness.

“Zemo… please.” You whine needily. Your craving getting the better of you. You needed him to touch you, needed him to fuck you, needed him to fill up every one of your senses.

He loved the sound of you begging, mesmerised by your desperate touches as you yank the fabric of his slacks along with his boxers down his legs, his member springing free and resting against his stomach.

You lean forward, watching him as you wrap your fingers experimentally around his shaft, swiping your thumb over the tip, red and leaking with small beads of precome.

He batted your hand away, his gaze burning into yours, “I want to feel you Prinzessin.” You nod your head trying to communicate how much you want that as well, unable to form the words under his devouring gaze. Gripping the backs of your thighs, he pulls you to the edge of the kitchen bench, letting the fabric of your dress drop to the floor amongst the other discarded garments. Your bare skin tingles against the cool marble and you draw in a sharp breath at the change in temperature which touches your most sensitive areas. Spreading your legs with exploratory fingers, he admires your form, taking in your soft skin dappled in the small red marks littered across your body.

“All mine…” He whispers as he slots himself between your thighs. Lining himself up at your dripping entrance.

“Zemo please… please fuck me.” You whimper, desperate to feel more of him.

Gripping onto your hips with bruising fingers he pushes into you, slowly and carefully. You gasp out as you feel every ridge and vein as he thrusts into you. He starts at a gentle pace, relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around his length. He fills you up incredibly and you can’t help the noises that escape your throat.

“Fuck Z-Zemo you feel so fucking good.” You moan out.

You wrap your thighs around his waist begging with your body language for him to go faster, to fuck you until you cant think. He moans at your words and the feeling of your soft skin wrapped around him. The deep guttural noise that had fallen from his lips mixed with the obscene sound of flesh smacking together was intoxicating.

He moves his hand, pulling at the crook of your knee, changing the angle of your body so he can reach an even deeper spot inside you as he increases his pace to a more intense rhythm. The new position makes you throw your head back in ecstasy as he thrusts into you, giving him the opportunity to lean down and pull your nipple into his mouth with his teeth. You arch your back into his touch, moaning as he assaults your senses with the feeling of him deep inside you and his warm mouth on your skin.

He holds your hip with bruising fingers as he palms at your breast with the other hand. You slowly pull his hand further up wanting him to replicate the grip he had on your hip around your throat. He groaned as you placed his fingers around your throat giving it an experimental squeeze under your guidance. You felt your walls clench around him as his fingers sunk gently into your neck cutting off your breathing ever so slightly.

“Fuck that made you even wetter Kätzchen…” he murmured, entranced by you and the way you reacted to him, “I want you to come for me little one, come all over my cock. I want to feel you come undone for me. SIng for me, little songbird.” He whispered, warm breath fanning the side of your cheek as he tightened his grip on your throat while his other hand snaked down in between the two of you, thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit.

You relished in the feeling of his fingers, completely overwhelmed by the incredible sensations as you gripped onto the muscles of his back and his bicep, digging your nails in harshly as he plunged into you with bruising force.

His filthy words ringing in your ear, his cock hitting the back of your cervix just at the right spot, his thumb working continuously on your clit as black spots started to form behind your eyes from his tight grip around the column of your throat. All of it together makes you completely fall apart beneath him, crying out as you ride out the earth shattering orgasm. He moves his hands to your back, tightly holding you upright as he fucks you through your aftershocks, hitting you deep and making you cry out at the oversensitivity. His hips start to stutter as he feels your velvet walls flutter around him, holding his cock in a vice like grip as your whimpers reach his ears. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your shoulder as his orgasm hits him, thrusting slowly as he comes hard, painting your walls with his release. His moans echo in your ears as he fills you up deliciously and all you can feel is him. His body pressed against yours, chest heaving as you both attempt to regain your breath.

Zemo pulls out slowly and you whimper at the loss. Looking down at you, skin slick with a light sheen of sweat as you gazed up at him with hazy eyes, you were slowly coming back down to earth from your high. Gently pushing a stray hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear, he smiles, expression soft and warm as he smiles down at you.

As your vision slowly clears Zemo’s handsome face comes back into focus and you return his soft smile with your own. He has a small flick of stray hair resting on his forehead, his usual clean cut presentation ruined by your roaming hands. You spot some of the fingernail marks you had left across his upper arms and bite your lip, excited by the idea of leaving your own marks on him.

“I think hate and like make a pretty good combination, don’t you agree little one?” He says as he traces the plethora of marks across your warm skin, running gentle fingers across the small bruises forming across your chest and around your neck.

You blush at his words as he repeats your earlier sentiment, suddenly becoming shy under his fervent gaze. Helping you off the kitchen counter slowly he holds you gently, keeping you upright as you regain your balance on shaky legs. Zemo grabs a small wash cloth from the other side of the kitchen, soaking it in warm water and quickly bringing it over to clean up the mess between your legs. You smile at the gentle, caring nature he was displaying.

After cleaning himself up he pulls on his boxers and trousers, looking over at you as he sees you reach for your lacy undergarments. Reaching out, he grabs your wrist as you clutch your panties and bra.

“Don’t put these back on Kätzchen… I-I want you to walk out of here without them.” He murmurs with lust blown eyes as he pulls your dress off the floor and begins to dress you in it, “I want to be the only one to know that all you wear underneath that tight fabric are... my marks…”

You shiver under his touch as he buttons up the front of your dress. Picking up his coat he gently wraps it around your shoulders, letting the fur rest around the soft skin of your neck as the soft outlines of his grip begin to appear on your throat. “There we go, my little songbird. hidden... only for me…” he says as he strokes the lapel next to your cheek, straightening the fabric.

You watch him as he pulls the top back over his head and combs his hair back into position out of his face. Grinning up at him you say, voice sultry and warm, “Maybe I’ll see you later Zemo.”

“If that is what you wish little one… how could I say no to such a good girl...” He whispers in your ear as he suddenly disappears out the door, smirking with a confidence only he could pull off.

You feel desire lick up in your belly again at his quiet promise. This man would be the death of you… one way or another...

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