Request: "A dirty truth or dare with all the Riot Club ending in a fight between Guy and Dimitri ( I can't believe what I'm asking omg) for the reader😉😘"
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“I dare you to french kiss with a person in front of you.” Harry spoke with a mischievous glint in his eyes, making you regret choosing a dare instead of truth.
You diverted your gaze in front of you only to see a gap between Guy and Dimitri. You giggled as they looked at each other and started bickering which one of them should make out with you.
“Guys, stop.” You laughed, gaining their attention. “I’ll kiss with both of you if you’re so persistent.”
Request: “Hello, I love your Riot Club fanfics and so glad someone asked!! can you make it where the reader and Dimitri are a couple very much in love although Harry wants the reader for himself instead of the readers best friend and tries to spilt them apart!! Sorry if to specific thank you!!!"
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It’s been awful lately. Dimitri and you have been very much inlove for a long time now, and for the same amount of time Harry is trying to get you to himself.
He doesn’t get along with Dimitri anymore, not like they used to. They have to bear each other’s presences because they are a part of the same club. You feel terrible because you always blame yourself for ruining their friendship, although Dimitri tells you to stop.
Harry’s fierce and he always gets what he wants, but the fact that he didn’t get you outrages him to the beyond.
And Dimitri, he’s unusually protective. He easily gets jealous when another man simply glances at you, not to mention Harry, who constantly ogles you.
You just hope that with time Harry will start to notice your best friend who’s hopelessly inlove with him, just like he is with you.
Prompts 2, 6 & 7 - Dimitri Mitropoulos
“Quick - it’s safe in here.” “You’re not scared, are you?” “Mine.”
Requests: "Sure I can be more specific haha I thought about Dimitri seeing the reader from time to time in some courses and on different parties and he decides that expensively gifting the girl of his dreams will do it, but ofc, he also wants his reward ..."
"Hey love! Could you do a riot club imagine with dimitri and prompts 2-6-7? Could it be like smut and rough but with some fluff in the end? Thank you very much❤"
A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because they were kind of similar. Hope it’s okay.
You could always feel that boy staring at you – Dimitri Mitropoulos, the one with beautiful cocoa skin. You were a more silent girl than the others at University, you didn’t meddle into everyday affairs, you just did what you liked to do. Nevertheless, no matter what was that you did, Dimitri always found it interesting enough to analyze you.
You had some of the classes with him and you started smiling to each other randomly, which made you open up to him a bit more. It wasn’t long until he started talking to you, which was a bit weird because it was a very rare occasion when boys chatted you up of their own wish – for most of them you seem too self-preserved.
There was a big feast coming in the Oxford University, themed on James Bond movies. Basically, you had to dress up in a tux or a dashing dress, wear some red lipstick and a bit of sparkly jewelry.
You went shopping and chose yourself quite a revealing strapless dress – red and long, with a slit started from about the middle of your right thigh. As for the shoes, you matched a pair of the same red stilettos. The look was completed with the classic red lipstick and a set of sparkly earrings.
Immediately after you entered the building, all eyes were on you. You didn’t realize how unbearably attractive you looked until now. You tried not to mind the stares and walked around, snatching a glass of champagne.
“Wow,” Someone breathed out behind you.
You turned around and saw that it’s Dimitri, looking quite speechless, his mouth slightly agape, what made you chuckle.
“Thanks, I guess.” You thanked him and took a sip of your champagne.
“You really do look stunning.”
You giggled once again and observed a guy in front of you. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” He was wearing a pristine black tux with a perfectly-shaped bow tie.
“Can I talk to you somewhere else?” He asked hopingly, smiling at you slightly, his eyes glistening.
“Yeah, sure.” You gave back the smile and turned on your heel to the corridor.
When you entered the narrow, posh hall you turned back around to face your friend. You now saw that he hid something behind his back.
Your eyebrows knitted together insensibly, regarding something that he’s hiding. “What have you got there?” You asked quietly, false alarm ringing in your head.
He gave you a little smile and revealed a solid, leather-bound dark navy box, protruding it to you. “I would like you to have it.”
Your eyebrows jolted up in pleasant surprise. Whatever was in that box, you were sure that it was quite expensive.
You gripped the box with your slightly trembling hands and opened it, revealing an extremely eye-catching diamond pendant.
You jaw dropped insensibly, making your eyes dart straight into Dimitri’s. “I-I can’t –”
“Please, wear it.”
Silence prevailed, giving you time to wake up from your stupor. “Well—” You turned around, implying for Dimitri to hook the pendant around your swan-like neck.
You were going to hug him but you heard someone enter the door, so you did what first came into your mind – you hid.
“Quick – it’s safe in here.” You hissed and dragged Dimitri along in the small cubic room that reminded of something like laundry closet.
The tension was obviously prevalent and you were sure that at some time you were going to snap.
You listened to the voices outside and waited until they were no more. When that happened, Dimitri proceeded to leave the closet, but something else popped into your mind.
“Wait,” You breathed out. “Stay.”
“W-Why?” Dimitri was obviously blushing; he seemed lost, what you thought was cute.
Cheeky smile appeared on your face, and you were surprised with yourself in this moment, because something indeed snap inside of you to make you want to do what you’re about to do.
“I think you deserve a reward.”
“R-Reward? There’s really no need—”
“You’re not scared, are you?” You teased him, hoping – no, knowing that he will comply.
He then straightened his posture. “Of course not! I’m not –”
You stopped him from talking by pressing your lips to his, catching him off guard. Few second after you drew back and took in his pleasantly surprised face. It was like you’ve changed roles – Dimitri now was a blushing and stuttering mess, while you were the courageous one.
You placed one palm onto his torso and got on your knees, fumbling with his belt.
“Oh God,” You heard Dimitri whisper and almost restrained yourself from giggling.
There was a bulging tent in his boxers by now, making you slightly widen your eyes at how big it was.
You waited for nothing and sneaked your palm inside the boxers taking out his member, hearing a quiet gasp fly out of Dimitri’s mouth.
You pumped back and forth for a bit before wrapping your lips around the tip, kissing it slightly, brushing your tongue over it. You opened your mouth wider and proceeded further, hearing Dimitri huffing above you.
He entwined his fingers in your hair, thumping his head back into the wall and closing his eyes in pleasure.
As you bobbed your head to and fro further, you felt how Dimitri’s finger grip your hair harsher and harsher, indicating that he’s coming closer to his release.
Suddenly, he wailed and you felt a soft, salty liquid in your mouth, gulping it down and blushing profusely.
You stood up and took in Dimitri’s appearance – disheveled hair, rosy cheeks and half-lidded eyes.
You smiled and pecked him, gripping his palms. “Mine.” You muttered to his ear, knowing that it was only a start.
Prompts 6 & 7 - Dimitri Mitropoulos
“Mine.” “You’re not scared, are you?”
Request: "Could you do prompt 6-7 with Dimitri ? Thank u❤❤"
Word count: 281
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“Mine.” Dimitri pressed a kiss to your forehead, making a wide smile stretch on your face.
You were just cuddling in the bed before sleep, chatting and sharing the joys of day, resting because today was the 3 month anniversary of you being together.
You knew that he’s in the Riot Club, that strange, intolerant group of men who look down on women in some way, looking at them like they exist only to please men. Apparently, Dimitri didn’t think the same regarding women, but he certainly loved to party wildly.
“You’re not scared, are you?”
For a few seconds you just laid there, trying to understand what he means, but then you looked at him with crooked eyebrows. “What?”
“Are you scared? Of our relationship and what it might become?”
You were seriously confused and continued looking at your lover with a puzzled look. Why the hell would you be scared?
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
He loosed a breath and looked around, trying to gather words. “Well, I’m in the Riot Club, so you probably still think that I’m some sort of a jerk?”
You sat up, having a hard time believing the words coming from his mouth. “Dimitri, no! I never even thought that before!” You exclaimed, drawing his attention. “I would never think that. That Club of yours is one thing, and you are entirely other.”
He continued to gaze at you, intrigued.
“You are different that your friends. You may love partying, yes, but you understand the true values of life. That’s why I love you.”
He smiled satisfied, as if a hard stone just rolled off his chest.
Request: "Hey I love your writing!! Could you please do a Riot Club imagine where the reader is Guy's girlfriend and when they break up Dimitri sees her crying alone and get angry with Guy? Could you make it fluff? Thank you ❤"
Word count: 449
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Sometimes you would give anything in order not to feel a single emotion, and now is one of these times. Something happened, you’re not entirely sure how or why, but Guy broke up with you. You’re not a teenager anymore and neither is he, so there’s no need to make an outrageous scene. This has happened to you before, so you just decided to roll with it.
The problem is, you are the most sensitive person on Earth. It is both blessing and a curse for you to feel everything so very deeply.
It was so hard to walk among the walls of Oxford University and occasionally bump into Guy. You thought that your relationship was beautiful, well, it was, but it seems that Guy didn’t feel as much love as you did for him.
One day you felt exceptionally overemotional and knowing that the next lecture will be the one with Guy, you decided to ditch it. You went outside and seated yourself onto the edge of a pure white marble fountain and mingled your shoes into the little gravel stones. Your mind idly traveled back to the peak of you and Guy, you let yourself drown into these blissful, idyllic memories.
Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion when you saw droplets of tears land onto your shoes. How long have you been crying?
Realizing that now, you started weeping even harder, squeezing your eyes shut as hard as you can, as if trying to banish these memories that hurt you so acutely.
“Y/N?” Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice pronounce your name.
As if hit with a wet rag, you curtly raised your head and met Dimitri’s warm eyes.
“Dimitri? What are you doing here?” You asked, hastily wiping your tears away.
“Uh, I have a free period. What are you doing here?” He asked, referring to your tears.
It was as if some barrier had placed itself deep in your throat, preventing you from articulating any decent sound, leaving you to the currently only option of crying.
Dimitri murmured something under his breath and sat down next to you, carefully and gently weaving one arm around your waist and squeezing just a little.
“Y/N, he’s an utter fool. You really deserve better.”
“Thanks, Dimitri. It’s just feels like I’ve done something wrong—“
“It’s not you, God no. It’s him, that fool. He’s like a kid, doesn’t understand what he wants.”
There were a couple moments of silence between you two while you turned to look at him, appreciating the fact that he’s here comforting you.
Suddenly, a shy smile broke out on your face. “Thank you.” You mumbled and hugged him, feeling much lighter now.
