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kayleighjennifer · 1 year

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Celebration (Claudia Piña x reader)

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You did it. You’ve finally won the champions league again. The crowd is on fire, everyone happy that barcelona got the trophy. Right now you’re just taking everything in, the amazing atmosphere and the proud feeling.

Both you and your girlfriend, Claudia scored the winning goals.

“Y/n, we did it! I’m so proud of you” Claudia jumps on your back, clutching onto your jersey. “Yes, you were amazing on the field” You smile up to her and bite your lips while remembering how hot Claudia looked and still looks.

“Oh yeah? When we’re home, I promise that we will celebrate properly” She smirks down at you. Before you can say anything, Jana and Bruna approach you, also congratulating both goals. Claudia, Jana, Bruna and you all grew up together, from the Barcelona academy to the B team and to now.

“Y/n, claudia, Jana, Bruna, are y’all in tonight? We’re going out and celebrate” Mapi asks and Claudia gets off your back, sliding her arm around your waist.

“Y/n and I will stay in, but thanks for the offer” Claudia smiles and you blush, knowing that the other catch on your plan. “Ew, use protection” Bruna groans out and waves goodbye, already going to the changing rooms.

“Alright then, but you know that you can fuck after the club right? Ingrid and me will do it” Mapi winks at you, making you hiding your face into your girlfriends neck. “Mhm, but I’ve been waiting since days, so we’ll pass on”.

Your teammates were shocked at first when they found out that Claudia was the top in your relationship. While Claudia was a real beast on the field, you were more of a jealous and more dominant person outside the bedroom.

Mapi and Claudia talk about something for a bit and you’re zooming out, hugging Claudia and still looking around. Camp Nou was sold out again and everywhere were barca jerseys, flags and merch in general. You already have signed more jerseys with your name on than ever before.

A kiss on your neck disturbs your daydreaming, “Ready to go home?” Claudia asks and pushes you even closer to her. “Yeah, but look around. It’s magical, so so many people are here just to see us”.

Your girlfriend nods but keeps her eyes on you. You’re absolutely glowing and even thought you’ve just played whole 90 minutes, Claudia was sure that you’re looking amazing and she was even more sure to show it when you get home.

You grab Claudia’s hand and lead her inside the changing room. Right now you don’t care that people would spread rumours about you and Claudia or make edits of you. You were just happy and grateful of being able to experience it after last year.

Both of you quickly change and say your goodbyes, being not able to wait any longer. Claudia gets into the drivers seat as always and puts her hand on your tight where she’s tracing forms and making you even more aroused than you’re already are.

After one of the longest 30 minutes you’ve ever experienced you finally arrive home. When you get through the door, Claudia has you directly pinned against the wall, harshly connecting your lips. You moan into the kiss and your hands find Claudia’s waist, guiding her closer to you. “I love you so much amore” You breathe out against your girlfriends lips.

She smiles and looks into your eyes. “I love you too, I want to spend my whole life with you”. You blush and connect your lips again, letting her guide you into your bedroom. There she pushes you on the bed and straddles you waist.

“You’re the prettiest human I’ve ever seen and sometimes I still can’t believe that you’re mine” She smirks at you and removes your shirt. Before you can say anything, her lips find your weak spot and suck a dark hickey on it, making you moan out.

“Look how beautiful you look with my mark. You’re mine and everyone should know it”. Claudia’s beautiful blue eyes are dark by now and full of lust. “Then tell the world that I’m yours and you’re mine, I’m ready” You smirk at her and roam your hands over her hips.

“Oh yeah? But let me first fuck you, so that you can’t walk tomorrow” You nod eagerly. Claudia kisses your whole torso, sometimes deciding that a hickey would look perfect there and sometimes just leaving a wet kiss there. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and every inch arches to be touched by Claudia.

“Please Claudia, I need you so much cariño” You whine and she smirks, loving the way the can make you feel.

She starts to massage your breast, making you moan again. “You know, when I scored that goal, all I could think about was you. I wanted to kiss you so badly” You blush at your girlfriend’s words and kiss her. “Oh yeah? It looked so hot. I wouldn’t have mind a kiss and you know, I honestly just scored for you”.

“Mhm I know, you’re doing everything for me, but I think we both know that I’m doing everything for you too, so it’s fine right”. Claudia’s lips find your breast and you just let out a shaky breath.

Her cold hands roam over you body, into your pants and underwear. “You’re already so wet and needy, just for me”. You nod quickly and try to grind onto her hand.

“Uh Uh uh, not so fast my dear. I bought a present for you cause I knew you’d score”. Claudia gets up again and walks to the closet.

“Close your eyes baby girl, it’s a surprise”. You do as you’re told and hear how Claudia undress herself and opens the closet. She pulls something out. She sits onto your hips again and you can feel some fabric against your stomach.

“Keep your eyes closed. Just trust me and tell me when it’s too much okay? Can you remember our safe word?” Her hands roam over your tummy and breast, pinching your nipples. “Hmh, it’s chocolate”. You moan out and your back is already arching off the bed.

“Good girl”. Claudia moves off you and inserts a finger into your pussy, making you moan loudly again. “Oh fuck, it feels so good”. Your girlfriend starts fingering you, making you ramble random words.

“Another one please”. You beg, needing more. If you wouldn’t be that turned on, you’d be confused as why Claudia would directly add another finger since she loves to tease you, but right now you’re too desperate to feel anything besides her body.

“Good girl, taking me that well, I’ll add another one, alright?” You nod happily, your body feeling amazing under her touch.

“I’m coming in a bit”. You moan out and arch your back again. Claudia looks at you adoringly. Your moans are music to her eyes, making her pussy drip.

When you’re nearly coming she removes her fingers from you. “What are you- ah fuck” You’re not able to finish your sentence due to Claudia pushing the strab on into your tight pussy.

“Relax cariño, you’re doing so good. Will you be my good girl and take my cock?” Claudia smirks at you and starts to leave kisses all over you again.

“Yes, I will be. I’ll do everything you ask me to”. You connect your lips with hers and she starts to thrust into you, holding your hips in a bruising grip.

“It feels so good Claudia”. By now Claudia is a moaning mess as well, the fabric of the strab on rubbing onto her clit with every thrust.

“Oh yeah? Do I make you feel that good?” You nod and put your legs around her waist, pulling her even deeper into you. “You’re the only one who’s able to make me feel so good”, You praise her.

“Good, I want you to come so hard for me amore, show me how good I make you feel”. She starts to rub your clit when she feels herself getting close.

With one harsh thrust, she pushes you off the cliff, coming shortly after you. “Thank you Claudia, it was so amazing”. She removes the strab on and is softly kissing your hips where she left some bruises from her firm grip.

“No problem amore, I love you so much. Do you still want to make us public?” She asks you and you cuddle into Claudia. “Yes, only if you want to. But I am definitely ready. I mean you were my first kiss, my first time and my first and last love”. She blushes at your words and kisses your lips again. “Alright, then let’s make a post.”

You choose two pics for your post, one when you and claudia were 17, holding a trophy and Claudia kissing your cheek and one from last week. It’s a mirror selfie of you kissing each other. You caption it with “sharing first crush, first kiss, first love, first time and first champion league trophy, love you @claudiapina”.

Claudia decided for a picture of you at the beach, where you’re sitting on her lap and you’re kissing each other again. Her caption is “always my first @y/n”.

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garlichoisan · 8 months

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𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐡 [4]

[an ATEEZ social media au]

🍓 Characters/Pairing: San x reader, Wooyoung x reader + more in the future 🍩 Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive 🍰 AU info: social media au, university!au, named reader 💌 Word Count: 1.5 k ⚠️ Warnings: ❌

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Hongjoong was nervously pacing around the art gallery, waiting for the event to begin. He was re-reading his own speech over and over again, as if he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to memorize it all, even though it was written by him. He was holding the piece of paper so tightly that it began looking a little crumpled which reminded Hongjoong to soften his grip.

When he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around quickly.

"Are you okay, Joong?" San asked.

"You startled me," Hongjoong said, sounding as if he was almost out of breath.

"Don't be nervous. You're gonna do just fine! Your photos are literally breathtaking," San reassured him with a smile. "Still, you're the one who is out of breath."

Hongjoong just sighed and nervously fixed the collar of his shirt.

"Wooyoung and Mingi are on their way. Please remember to breathe," San reminded his older friend, patting his shoulder, and left the young photographer alone.

Not too long after people started coming to the art gallery and soon the place became quite noisy. It was time for Hongjoong to get over his fear of public speaking and begin with his welcome speech. He got to the podium, trying to avoid looking other people in the eye but his own eyes were searching for Mrs. Seo, the woman who was his mentor and who made this art exhibition possible by investing both time and money in him and his art. She warned him that she was going to be late which made Hongjoong even more nervous, but he was still hoping to see her soon so that his mind can be put at ease. Instead, his eyes found his friends - San, Wooyoung and Mingi were all there, smiling and waving at him, even making finger hearts, which made Hongjoong crack a smile. Even though they were bantering a lot when they were together, it was at moments like these that he realized just how lucky he was to have them in his life. That also gave him an unexpected amount of energy and confidence.

"Hello, my name is Kim Hongjoong. Nice to meet you all," he started talking shakily. When he finished his sentence, he took a deep breath, which calmed him down a little, and continued with his speech. "I've been taking photos of everything I found beautiful since I was a kid. It has always been helping me express my emotions properly and convey them into art. It’s so amazing to be able to capture the world’s beauty, because there are so many things that deserve to be appreciated. And not only places, I’m talking about people too, but I still haven’t found a model who fascinates me, so I’m currently only taking photos of places.”

He fixed his gaze on the people in the hall to make sure they were still listening to him and when he made sure he had their full attention, he continued with his speech.

“Anyways, I'm so happy to be with you all right now. I want to thank you for being here and supporting me… Your motivation is so inspiring to me and I promise I’m going to do everything I can to show you even better photos in the future. I’d like to thank to everyone who is here tonight, as well as my great friends and my family. Last, but not least, I’d like to thank the amazing woman who made this exhibition possible, even though she’s not here yet: and this is Mrs. Seo, my amazing mentor. I hope you enjoy today’s exhibition."

Then he added a couple more conclusive sentences and the room suddenly erupted into cheers and applause. Hongjoong's heart was beating fast because of the adrenaline of having publicly spoken in front of so many people. He was truly proud of himself.

When he got off the podium, he went to his friends.

"You were great out there!" San exclaimed. "We have the coolest friend in the world."

“I second that. However, how could you say you had no good model to take photos of? Don’t you remember how many times I offered to be your model and let you take photos of me? I can pull of every vibe you want me to and let you take your most aesthetic photos ever.

“If Joong lets you become his model, no people are gonna come to his next exhibition because no one would want to see your face,” Wooyoung said mockingly as he looked at Mingi.

Mingi only scoffed in response.

“You’re not that handsome either.” Mingi retorted.

“You can’t appreciate my beauty. And the only reason I’m not letting Hongjoong take photos of me is that he won’t be able to afford taking even one photo of me. You know, this face is not for free,” Wooyoung pointed at his face cockily, as all of his friends seemed more than a little skeptical about his claims.

Then Hongjoong saw Mrs. Seo and his eyes lit up.

"Ah, I’m so tired of your endless bickering. See you later, idiots," Hongjoong said and went to the older woman.

"Hongjoong! Sorry for being so late. I had to drive my daughter to her piano lesson," Mrs. Seo apologized as she hugged Hongjoong.

When they moved away, Hongjoong spoke.

"You don't have to worry," the photographer reassured her with a soft smile.

"I'm sure you did great, didn't you?"

"The feeling was amazing, but I need a drink," Hongjoong laughed.

"Go get it then," Mrs. Seo answered in the same light-hearted way.

Hongjoong went to the table with snacks and drinks and got himself a glass of champagne which he chugged at once. When he felt another presence next to him, he turned to look at the person.

"What is Seo Daeun doing here?" San asked, trying to avoid being seen by the older woman.

"She is my mentor, the one I told you about. She made this photo exhibition possible," Hongjoong explained patiently. "Why? How do you know her?"

San opened his mouth to speak, but stopped as soon as he saw Mrs. Seo in front of him.

"San! I can't believe I see you here. You've grown up so much! You're really becoming more and more handsome."

Hongjoong seemed really confused.

"Uh, yeah, hello, Mrs. Seo," San bowed slightly, showing his respect.

"You're as respectful as always! Good manners and good looks, Jina really missed her best chance."

Hongjoong listened to them talk, trying to understand what they were talking about, before he realized he should probably leave them alone.

"Should I go somewhere else so you two can talk?" Hongjoong asked, trying to be mindful.

"Please don't," San whispered, grabbing his wrist.

Mrs. Seo looked at the interaction with confusion.

"Actually my boyfriend and I would like some time alone."

"Boyfriend?!" Hongjoong and Mrs. Seo spoke at the same time.

"Yes, babe. Didn't you know you were my boyfriend?" San laughed nervously, nudging his older friend playfully.

He finally realized San didn't want to talk to Mrs. Seo at all and actually wanted to avoid her, but he couldn’t express it properly since he was too good mannered, and maybe that was the reason why he said something so ridiculous. So Hongjoong quickly got into his role as he wrapped his arm around San’s broad shoulder.

"Sorry, darling. I'm still a little excited because of the exhibition and I can’t fully grasp what’s happening around me."

San sighed with relief.

"It's okay. So, will you show me around?" San asked with a flirtatious tone, running his fingers along Hongjoong’s arm, wanting nothing more than to run away from Mrs. Seo.

"It would be a pleasure for me," Hongjoong continued playing along, holding San’s body even closer to his.

"It was nice seeing you, Mrs. Seo. Tell Jina I said hi," San bowed again, then took Hongjoong's hand and led him to the entrance of the art gallery. When they stopped walking and they were far enough, San took a deep breath.

"Ah, finally, that was intense."

Hongjoong just raised an eyebrow questioningly, waiting for some sort of explanation, but when he realized San wasn't going to give him one, he decided to break the silcence himself.

"What was this madness all about? And who is Jina?"

"Jina is my ex-girlfriend and Mrs. Seo is her mother," San explained. "I didn't expect to meet her here. Sorry if I made you look bad in front of her."

"It's okay, San. But don't use me as your fake boyfriend ever again," Hongjoong laughed.

"I can't promise anything, babe," San winked at his older friend, receiving a sharp smack on his shoulder, then he burst out laughing. "I’m gonna get some drinks. Thanks for helping me out, Joong.”

When San made sure Mrs. Seo wasn't near the table with snacks and drinks, he made his way there, pouring himself a glass of champagne, then another one, until he lost count.

╔═══════════ SUMMARY ═══════════╗

San was often told that he was everything a girl wanted to date: handsome, funny and smart. That was until they got to know him better. Then he was told he was too much, too overwhelming, had too many emotions and was too chaotic. Thus his experience with dating was not as good as one would have thought. The problem: he has the biggest crush on a girl he met whilst studying abroad. But every time he messages his crush, he seems to mess things up further and further. With the help of his hyperactive friends he tries to win Ara's heart but before that, he has to convince her he doesn't actually hate her.

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canirove · 1 year

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The Nanny Diaries | Chapter 8

Author's note: This is a super short chapter because it was part of the last one, but I felt like if I kept them together, this story would be even shorter than it already is 😅 Hope you don't mind 😊

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"Do you have any plans for the New Year?" Ben asks me over facetime on Christmas Day.

"Melissa is throwing a party, so I guess I'll go."

"What about Paris?"

"Paris?"

"Yes. Spending the New Year in Paris."

"That sounds… amazing. Why?" I ask.

"Because a client has invited me to a New Year's Eve party in Paris, and said I’m allowed to bring a plus one."

"Wait, wait, wait. Are you... Are you implying what I think you are implying?"

"If that is that I want you as my plus one at the party, then yes" he shrugs. "I know it's going to be a dreadful experience, but..."

"Yes."

"Yes what? To being my plus one or it being a dreadful experience?"

"Benjamin..." I say, rolling my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he laughs. "Do you still have the dress from the Christmas party?"

"I do."

"Then put it on your suitcase. And warm clothes. You are going to Paris, mon amour."

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"This place is stunning" I say to Ben when we walk into the venue where the party is happening. There are chandeliers everywhere, huge windows at the back from where you can see the whole city and, of course, the Eiffel Tower. It all is so opulent, so...

"It is too posh for you, isn’t it?" Ben asks with a cheeky smile.

"Stunning and posh, yes."

"Oh, Benjamin" someone with a thick French accent says.

"Hello, Pierre" Ben says, giving the man a hug.

"I'm so glad you could make it. And oh" he says, looking at me. "Who is this gorgeous young lady? Could she be..."

"Yes, it's her" Ben says, blushing a bit. It doesn't happen too often, but when it does, I just want to squeeze his cheeks like my grandma used to do with me when I was a kid.

"Oh, finally!" Pierre says, dramatically throwing his hands in the air. "But I'm afraid I'll have to wait for a bit before I can properly make your acquaintance, more guests have arrived."

"It's ok, Pierre. Don't worry" Ben says.

"Good, good. Drinks are over there, and food over there. Enjoy yourselves. And madmoiselle," he says, grabbing my hand and kissing it "it is a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Wow" I say with a little laugh after Pierre disappears to welcome other guests.

"That's Pierre" Ben chuckles.

"And you've told him about me?"

"I have, yes. Besides being one of our oldest clients, he also is a family friend. He's known me since I was a kid and is like an uncle to me. After our work meetings we usually go out for a drink, and I may or may have not told him about my beautiful neighbour, the one I haven't been able to stop thinking about since I first saw her outside my building looking at Jack as if she was about to cut his balls."

"Yeah, sure” I chuckle.

"I'm being completely honest. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night. And if it hadn’t been for Pierre and his advice, we wouldn't be here tonight, to be honest."

"His advice?"

"He said that if I really liked you that much, that I should stop pretending and just be myself when you were around. Not Benjamim, Chilwell, Chilly... Just Ben. Because I know that that night, I behaved like a dick."

"Yes, you were a dick with your you will fall for me just like all the others do” I say, air quoting that last bit.

“Can you forgive me for that?”

“I think I’ve already forgiven you… Chilly” I say, trying not to laugh. “I can’t believe your friends call you that, it’s too funny.”

"And you will make fun of me for it until we are very old and surrounded by twenty grandchildren" he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him.

"You are thinking way ahead of you, Benjamin" I say with a teasing smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. "And twenty grandchildren are too many."

"Not if we have five kids and they have around the same number of children themselves."

"Do you know who actually wanted five kids with you? Mrs. McKenzie."

"What?"

"After I met you, she said that if she had crossed paths with a man like you, she would already be married, with five kids and another on their way, and that you would not leave her bed."

"What a woman" he chuckles.

"One we also have to thank for her advice. If she hadn't told me that I should give you a chance and get to know you, the real you... We wouldn't be here."

"Then I guess we'll have to have a toast on her honor and Pierre's. Champagne or rosé?"

"Surprise me, Benjamin" I say before he grabs my hand and leads me to where they are serving the drinks.

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themichelleshow · 1 year

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The Memz

I’m currently crying my eyes out after having finished reading the most heart-wrenching story about this girl who finds out she’s got this dementia disease and starts writing down all her memories and just wanted to pen some thoughts down too.

LL & BJS: Saw this quote and sums up exactly how I feel about these guys. They came over the other day and when my cousin asked about how long we’d known each other, also despite me being well aware of the answer, it still made me start when they answered “2-3 years”. It feels so much longer and deeper than that and l feel like one of the side effects of the pandemic was that time slowed down and allowed us to make more meaningful connections.

LL: the little brother I always wished to have, you are the brightest, most accomplished current and future star who literally excels at anything you put your mind to but best of all are the most loyal and caring friend anyone would wish to have in their lives (and there is a whole queue of people to prove it lol). I always say that I instantly warmed to you as soon as I saw your face because you looked (and felt) like family, despite your attempts to thwart my friendship advances 😂 I literally have heart eyes when I see you, bursting with pride at how amazing of a human you are despite all the obstacles life tries to throw your way. You take on so much for so many and as much as it pains me when you bear the inevitable consequences, I always have to remind myself that you’re being authentic to your own self, I just wish that instead of taking care of everyone else so much you would prioritise your self above everyone at least from #2 onwards in the queue 😊 You mention time to time about how you think nobody on this earth really needs you and if you left it wouldn’t make much of an impact, but that is so untrue. You bring so much joy, love and laughter to me and also to many many others and the world would be a lesser place without you.

BJS: I’ll always remember first meeting you over zoom, that contagious smile and laugh and feeling like we were friends from the get-go 😊 It took me a while to maybe properly rely on you for friendship beyond that of a colleague because I didn’t want to come on too strong, even though that’s how the connection already felt to me. I would be asking LL to do stuff with me and he’d be like, I’m busy but you should ask B he would go with you and I’d be like ewww no, nervous you’d think I was being too forward 😬 Nekminit you’ve become one of my closest confidantes and bestie that is always up for all my requested shenanigans (except for influencer parties or a specific numbered musical 😅) I never get tired of being around you, like a constant renewable energy source and I’m endlessly fascinated by all your stories and experiences and despite the many hours we’ve spent together and conversed, you still come up with tales that surprise me. If I describe LL as a bright shining star, he would be the sun, always close with his warmth and rays, but you B, I’ve always considered more like a shooting star, so bright and beautiful yet fleeting. The past few years of knowing you has felt like we’ve been on a limited uncertain time frame and I’ve tried to obtain and appreciate every available moment with you. It’s funny though now that things may be less uncertain, it doesn’t make me feel any less like you’re making your way to another galaxy with a different set of constellations. I still appreciate the moments I get, although I probably shoot myself in the foot trying to pre-distance myself to build up resistance to bearing the pain of the inevitable void of your expected parting. Regardless of where we all end up, you and your friendship have had a major impact on me, pulled me from the orbit I was on and I wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

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cammys-imagines24 · 2 years

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•Vi Being Touch Starved•

Our badass, pinkette brawler is a dom most of the time.

Most days she is an utter tease. One who pins you up against the wall and loves nothing more than to see you squirm.

But, then there are the days where all her hardships, all her pain and the many years she's spent alone with that pain just comes crashing down onto her.

The loss of her parents, her friends, Vander, Powder...

Being stuck in a prison cell, being beaten up everyday, being put into solitary confinement...

It's not often Vi chooses to feel her hurt, most times she just shoves it away and makes a joke.

But, when it gets too much and she can't shove down, beat down and bottle up her pain anymore, she just wants to lie down all day.

Usually on these few and far between days she'd not talk to anyone and just ignore the world.

Though she's not alone anymore.

She has you.

Vi doesn't really want a sympathetic ear since she isn't fond of talking about the past and you already know everything anyway.

But, there's nothing she doesn't appreciate more than to have a warm body to cuddle and wrap her tattooed, muscular arms around.

Someone who will offer her solace, comfort and peace.

You are her safe haven away from the grief knocking loudly against her walled up heart.

Vi is a soft bottom sometimes.

When you tenderly kiss her nicked lip, the dotted freckles upon her nose, her eyebrow slit, the ink upon her skin...

When you let her be the little spoon and she curls into you as much as she can...

Vi thaws.

She succumbs to the love you have to give her.

Vi's also the neediest girl ever when you go down on her, completely at your mercy.

On early mornings you'd find yourself lying on top of the pinkette.

Your inner thighs straddling her six pack, your fingers gently brushing away the messy bedhead strands from her steely eyes.

On quiet nights you'd draw a bath for the two of you and you'd entice her into the warm water with your body.

Vi can't resist the sight of your nude form.

But, in truth, you'd lead her into the bath under false pretenses, occasionally.

When you want her to relax her tired muscles, when you want to massage her shoulder which never healed properly.

She's the biggest cuddler ever.

Will pick you up in her muscular arms, will latch onto you with her ironclad grip, will grope any bare flesh of yours she sees.

She touches you all the time. Anywhere she can get her hands on.

Even in public Vi has to in some way be touching you.

Be it a hand on the small of your back, an arm draped around your shoulders, forehead kisses and hand holding.

Though once you're alone Vi doesn't want any distance between the two of you at all.

Despite her bravado and her genuine skill, we all know Vi has no actual experience in the bedroom.

After all, she's been in prison since her late teens.

She was a virgin when you two got together.

But, that doesn't mean she can't make your legs feel like jelly, leave your stomach in knots and make you see stars.

And, she is damn enthusiastic, too.

Just having someone to touch, who she can pleasure and make happy is so thrilling for the brawler.

Vi loves nothing more than to go down on you like it's her last meal, to have you in bed all night long.

She can go round after round and you will be exhausted.

It's just exhilarating for Vi, to use her hands for something other than fighting.

That her rough, calloused hands can bring someone pleasure is amazing to her.

That she can use her mouth, her fingers, her entire body, to stimulate you...

That when you look at her muscles, her scars, her body in return, all she sees is attraction in your eyes.

When Vi first met you it actually shocked her that you found her hot at all.

Her body to her has just been a machine to strengthen, a vessel to use.

So, having you find beauty in her muscles, her scars, her every curve, flaw, crevice...

It was all so new and captivating.

Every kiss to Vi still feels like the first time and she never gets tired of making you feel good.

She's spent so long in a cold, dark cell, in pain, sad and alone...

And, now that Vi has you she never wants to let go.

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snowbabys · 2 years

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ʚ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ɞ

(disclaimer: i do not condone this behavior, nor think the idol acts like this in any way. this is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.)

. .. .♡·˚ WARNINGS/NOTES: a little stalking.

. .. .♡·˚ AUTHOR'S NOTES: hello hello!! i felt like writing for itzy, so here it is :) i'll make a direct continuation of this, so stay tuned if you like this one! also feel free to request for itzy! thank you for reading, enjoy~ ♡

☆·˚｡- YEJI and you got accepted as trainees in the same company around the same time but didn’t know of each other’s existence till one day you were put in the same experimental group. you could feel her eyes on you while you were dancing, but though she was just analyzing your abilities as she was the leader of the group and responsible for making your performance acceptable.

when the group finished the lessons for the day, she went to your side while you gathered up your things, her hands shaking as she hadn’t had the chance to talk to you alone yet. she introduced herself properly and complimented you numerous times, later on in the conversation saying how she wanted to be close friends in the future. she was more than happy when you reacted positively, not knowing what was truly going through her mind.

“i’m happy we get to practice together every day.”

☆·˚｡- LIA has gone to her father’s company one day when he insisted it was time for her to start learning the way business worked. you were one of his employees that kept his schedules in order, which meant you were one of his closest coworkers. that fact made you feel nervous when you heard about lia’s visit, you got along pretty well with your boss, so you felt almost obligated to be the same with his daughter.

when she finally arrived, you were starstruck with her looks. her confidence over the top made you feel small being in the same room as her initially, but it all went down when she started talking to you. she had such a loving personality, and the experimental day working with her couldn’t have gone better, her willingness to learn making it all easier. at the end of your shift, she made sure to thank you directly and express how much she loved working with you.

“i could come every day to help you.”

☆·˚｡- RYUJIN had been working with photography most of her life, dedicating everything to it. she had seen many beautiful landscapes and breathtaking people along her way, but nothing had prepared her for the day she first saw you. she was randomly walking through the city, looking for inspiration in the modern tall buildings. seeing someone walking with a red umbrella made it for her, the color contrasting with the grey of the streets and monochrome of people’s clothing. she could already picture the elegant portrait on her wall.

that someone was you. you had no idea you were being photographed while walking to meet your friend a few quarters away. you would probably freak out at the idea of being followed and photographed at the same time, which is exactly what ryujin has done. but to her, she was just getting inspired and following that inspiration.

it got you surprised when a stranger with a huge camera approached you randomly on the sidewalk, asking if you could be the center for some pictures. you never modeled in your life, but seeing the enthusiasm in that stranger’s face made you consider the idea positively. when you agreed to it, she gave you a smile and an okay sign with her hand.

“you look amazing, don’t worry.”

☆·˚｡- CHAERYEONG and you went to the same dance company, you being a beginner whereas she’s been on the company for years, known as one of the best dancers of theirs and your main inspiration. since you were still inexperienced, you didn’t get many chances to be in the same classes with her, but one day, when you finally got the opportunity to do a presentation with the main group, you got to be mentored by chaeryeong herself, the one choreographing most of your dances.

after your lesson with her, she asked you to stay a bit longer, wanting to give you some tips and advice. once she has finished, you felt comfortable telling her you looked up to her and expressed your admiration, not sparing compliments. she couldn’t stop smiling at you, her shy way being long forgotten. it made your day when she asked to hug you, both of you ignoring your sweaty clothes and laughing when she apologized for being stinky.

“thank you! i’m so happy we’re working together.”

☆·˚｡- YUNA was the typical sociable class president, known by the whole school for her charming looks, lovely personality, and admirable intelligence. you were the new student, and on your first day, you found yourself waiting for the class president by the school’s entrance to guide you. she didn’t make you wait, and in a few minutes, there was she, with a warm smile and calming words to prepare you for your first day. she made sure to show you everything, introduce you to your classmates, and give you a brief description of your professors, always cracking a joke to relax you.

minutes before the classes started, she took you to a hidden spot in the school garden, explaining it was her favorite place to come whenever she felt stressed or needed a calm place to study.

“i hope we can come here together to study, i like your presence!” her confidence froze you in place, which only made her smile even bigger. she enlaced her arm with yours and kept chattering while guiding you to your class, showing her friendly side to you. little did you know, the innocent look on her face was just an act to hide her true intentions with you.

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its-me-im-coraline · 3 years

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Little Puppet // Ethan Torchio, Damiano David

words // 4261, i have never written this much in one go my whole life, holy shit

warnings // smut, degradation, sub!reader, name calling (ya know, slut and stuff like that), threesome, oral, no explicit mention of protection, but obvi that's not how it should go in real life, anyways.... thats all i can think right now. has not been proofread

pairing // Ethan Torchio x F!Reader x Damiano David (leaning more to Ethan)

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. im going with female reader cause that's how it was requested. here's the smut playlist, def listen to it when you get to the smut part, or the whole time, whatever you want. thanks to anyone who adds songs to the playlist 💘

i feel like i cpupve made it kinkier but at 1 am and with over 4000 words i was a little tired to do that.

request // yes, here

summary // Ethan can not stop thinking of sharing his fwb with his bandmate, Damiano. A thought sparked from a random drunk conversation he had with his best friend will end up with them both pleasing Reader to tears

Experimenting in the bedroom was nothing unusual for Ethan and Y/N. The two had known each other for quite a while, overtaken by attraction but neither was ready for a relationship. Instead the pair opted for a slightly different compromise, one that had no name, no label, for now. While neither had the intention of an actual romantic partnership, it never stopped them from being loving and affectionate towards each other. Neither would ever have to leave before the morning comes.

Thus, as the light shone through his bedroom window, Ethan opened up his eyes, looking at the person laying by his side. Such a beauty, the shy rays of sun laying over the features Ethan so many times observed. It was common to do this in the morning, it would calm him down, especially on the very busy days.

“Anything particular you are thinking of while staring at me, Ethan?” There was no hesitation, no grogginess coming from Y/N’s voice, Ethan realised how he was not the only one awake previously.

“Well, I am, but I am not sure you could handle it,” he responded, smirking down at the laying figure, leaving a few kisses before finishing his reply, “plus, it is too early in the morning for such sinful thoughts.”

“Mhm, as if our endeavours last night were holy,” Y/N laughed, kissing Ethan back, as his lips crushed into hers.

“Well, you were certainly calling god if I recall correctly, cucciola, no?”

Maybe what made this situation not be awkward was exactly the fact that the two were friends. They thrived from the friendly banter, never missed an opportunity to mess with each other. It was just how they were and it worked perfectly to their benefit.

“I can tell it is troubling you, Edgar. You want to tell me what’s going on?”

"It's nothing amore let's just get ready. I'm quite hungry if you must know," he mumbled on her neck, trailing kisses all the way to her lips before abandoning the bed.

“Come on,” he called, ushering the girl to follow him.

Their feet were bare, no clothing no nothing -at least until Y/N pulled a few pieces of clothing for them both to wear- as they walked into the bathroom to start their day. They stood right next to each other as they washed their teeth, washed their faces, fixed their hair and so on and so forth.

“Isn’t that shirt too small for you, dolcezza,” commented Ethan, laughing at his own joke and poking Y/N’s side.

“Eh, well, I can take it off,” she suggested, pulling at the hem of his shirt that she was wearing. That only resulted in a laugh from the tall man, him shuffling her hair and walking out of the bathroom, putting distance between him and Y/N’s complaining about messing up her hair.

After that everything moved quite quickly. Y/N left the cosy home and went to her own house, leaving Ethan with his bandmates to work on their upcoming stuff. She knew how much it meant to him, but she also knew how stressful this career was to him. She always had something small to do to make his days even a little bit more relaxing, of course one of them being their nocturnal activities.

By the time night got around the drummer was sitting at the side of the pool, next to a small table, a beer in his hand as music played in the background. Everyone was doing their own thing: Victoria was swimming, Thomas was preoccupied with a cigarette and his phone and Damiano was sitting on the other side of the previously mentioned table having a conversation with Ethan. It started with speaking about small things before the subject turned more serious.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Damiano had, very early on, caught on his friend’s emotion, he was not very sure that Ethan was aware of his own feelings. It had become a little stupid in the frontman’s mind.

“I am not sure, Dami. She’s great, she is, and we are really close friends but… I don’t know…” Clueless as ever, thought the older man.

“Well, if anything at least you guys have a fucking amazing sex life, everyone can hear,” he laughed out, semi teasing his friend but kind of revaling a piece of information no one had had the heart to tell the tall man.

It caught him by surprise. He was never shy about his sex life, and truth be told he and Y/N never hid their predicament… He simply never thought they were being that loud; maybe that’s exactly the reason he had not understood the others could hear, the reason as to why they were so loud. “Mhm, didn't think you could,” he responded and took a drag of his cigarette.

Damiano copied his action, inhaling his own smoke and releasing it before he decided to say exactly what he was thinking. “Don’t worry about it. I personally don’t mind it, it’s kind of… entertaining.”

If Ethan was surprised before then now he was shocked and blushing. Of course, it was not in his nature to show it, and make this feeling obvious, but he surely had thoughts running through his head now. “So, what? You jack off to us having sex, though about a threesome? What is it?”

“Maybe a bit of both,” said Damiano, looking down at his beer. He was a bit ashamed but at the same time he could not keep his mouth shut, the alcohol overtaking his proper ability to keep some thoughts to himself. “I have to be honest, the noises she makes, they kill me, man.”

Everyone could see the gears in Ethan’s mind turn. On the one hand contemplating his friend’s confession and on the other thinking of all the ways he could punish Y/N for being as loud as she was.“So, if I asked you to join, you’d be in?”

Now it was the frontman’s turn to get shocked and blush, but he certainly could not lie. He would be more than into it, considering the many times he has thought of that, each and every one of them leading to him either taking a cold shower or taking care of himself hoping that it’d be Y/N instead. “Yes, I suppose I would…”

The conversation stayed at that, neither of the two men knowing exactly what to say or do at the time being. Instead they opted to wait it out, see when the proper time comes to bring it up again before deciding on what to do. And that day came soon, sooner than either anticipated.

Y/N had been especially bratty -just maybe two days after the conversation occurred- pushing Ethan to his limit with the teasing, the innuendos and the clothes she was wearing. It was the perfect occasion. A little punishment was in store and the tall man knew exactly how to execute it.

“What the fuck was that?” Ethan’s voice was stern, not nearly close to a yell but authoritative nonetheless, the stoic expression on his face never failing to let Y/N know exactly what he was thinking of: she was going to be fucked, both literally and figuratively, but she was surely into that.

“Such a little slut,” he voiced, pulling the girl to his body, their faces almost touching and their breaths mixing together. A whine left her lips but Ethan was quick to shut it with his words, “you were not complaining when you acted like one, cucciola. In front of everybody as well. Did you see how Dami was looking at you? I’m sure you flashed him at least once all night.”

The girl shivered at what her friend was suggesting, a tingling feeling was taking over her pussy, legs already ready to fail her.

“Maybe he could help me punish you.” These words almost send Y/N in a frenzy. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, an obvious gasp escaping her lips, causing a deep laugh from Ethan.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” She simply nodded her head, mind racing to all the possible outcomes of tonight.

“I need your words, dolcezza. I need your explicit consent to this,” he whispered, holding Y/N’s face in his hands, leaving a kiss just next to her lips.

She softly responded with a yes, voice trembling and low, unable to come out properly. She had gotten probably a little too excited.

“Be a doll and just sit there, yeah. I’m going to go call Damiano. I’m sure he is dying to see how desperate you are to have both of us.” With that the man left the room, presumably going to call his friend over.

When Damiano walked into the room Y/N was violently taken out of her thoughts, the man’s energy overtaking the whole room, his temperament easing any possible worry the girl could have for this situation.

“I’m here dolcezza,” called Damiano, sitting next to her on the bed with the biggest shit eating grin he could possibly have.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami. She’ll be cocky within minutes, we don’t want that.” Always the stern dom he is, Ethan asserted himself over both people in the people. He did not need many words or strong actions to show them who is in charge, a look and his tone were enough to let that be known.

Damiano looked down, in a similar fashion from a few days prior, only this time he was not really shy, more like a puppy that just got yelled at.

“Why don’t you get undressed Damiano, our little puppet over here can not wait to see what you have to offer.” The man mentioned smirked, his confidence reappearing in a second before obliging to his friend’s request.

He decided to play it dirty, going slow, surely attempting to give the little puppet a show. His hands moved slowly, pulling his shirt up and over his head before traveling from his chest to his waist in a seductive way, stopping for just a moment, making sure Y/N’s eyes were right on his own before removing his belt and opening up his pants. In the meanwhile, Ethan had moved Y/N to be sitting on her knees on the floor, in front of the undressing man, eye level with his pants’ zipper.

“Help Damiano, amore. It seems he’s struggling with his pants and you are right where you need to.” She shivered at his words but followed the orders, slowly unbuttoning his pants, her face having moved a little too close -not that it was not welcome- pulling them down and simply gawking at the view in front of her.

She went to move, to please, but her dominating best friend seemed to have other plans.”Not yet, puppet. Come on. This is supposed to be a punishment for you, but we all know how much a cock shucking slut you are. You’ll get his dick but you have more work to do.”

Damiano opposed his friend, already feeling desperate to get whatever he could from the girl below him, dying to feel her lips around his cock, oh and her tongue, oh that tongue he had seen plenty of times devouring ice cream cones in the most pornographic way possible. Sometimes he wished she was in one.

“I think it’s a good start to a punishment, Ethan. She can suck my cocka and then just simply not get it fucking her, yet.” His plan had some practicality to it, knowing very well how much she’d be dying to have a dick buried deep inside her after getting a feel in her mouth.

“I’ll allow it,” said Ethan, starting the process of undressing himself, and looking around the room for anything that could bring more pleasure to everyone involved.

“Well, what are you waiting for, cucciola. Go on, show him how well you blow whistles.” With that the girl wasted no time, pulling Damiano’s boxers down, taking them off him with his help and getting to work. It started off simple, a few pumps at first to get him even harder than he already was (he’d really bet that any man could get hard in seconds seeing her on her knees in front of him, it was a divine view). Her hand was going slowly, her focus on the man’s face, looking up at him all innocently, making sure that his own eyes were on her.

“I am looking at you, dolcezza, don’t worry,” confirmed the man, as if reading her mind.

So, she continued, entirely encouraged to show her best self, to be a good girl for the two men in front of her. Moving on, her hand stayed pumping the man’s cock for a second before her tongue came onto the mix, licking all the way up the curve, a very thick vein getting special attention and then the head. It was already leaking pre-cum, the girl’s antiques driving Damiano insane by the second -and she had not even started blowing him yet. With a push to her head by the singer Y/N really took his cock into her mouth, starting with the head, sucking and bobbing her head a bit, still moving her skilled fingers up and down, with every bob taking more and more of the length reaching a point where she had taken it all. She paused in that place for a second, relaxing her throat, Damiano’s cock resting deep inside her mouth, before she moved in need of breath. The same pattern repeated itself a few more times before the pace got quicker, following the music that was now playing from Ethan’s speaker.

It did not take long for the older man to cum, unexpectedly, in Y/N’s mouth, some delicious sounds leaving her lips and sending vibrations all through his cock, intensifying his orgasm.

“I could have never thought she’s that good, Ethan. Why have you been hoarding her this whole time?” He laughed, all in one breath and blown completely out of his mind.

“Exactly because I know how good she is. But tonight she has been plenty bad, although she’s trying to act all innocent now.”

“I’m a good girl daddy, see?” She questioned, tongue out, showing evidence of her swallowing predicaments, “I took all of it.”

Ethan smiled, looking down to his friend, his big hand holding her jaw and spitting in her mouth as it stayed open. Swallowing that down as well Y/N showed it to the two men, waiting impatiently for the next orders.

No orders came for the time being, Ethan sitting himself on the bed, back resting on the bed frame, opening his legs and motioning for her to sit between them. She clearly obliged, knowing very well that her punishment was already going to be overwhelming but oh so pleasurable and she wanted nothing more.

In all honesty the drummer was played to her needs every time, the punishments being always the outcome she hoped for (except few occasions when she had gotten Ethan so much she ended up edged on for over a week as a punishment, and although the orgasm was spectacular, the wait was torture). Ethan knew it and he was not opposed to it, instead working with the girl’s deviousness.

As she sat between his thighs, back on his chest and palms resting right on his thighs, Ethan used his calves and feet to keep Y/N’s legs spread open, thankful she was wearing a dress and panties that he could easily replace any time he wanted. He prompted Damiano to move between both their legs, face aligned with her pussy, the frontman practically salivating at the sight in front of him.

She had anticipated this night, having bought a cheap but utterly sexy lingerie set online, wearing said lingerie in an attempt to drive Ethan crazy. It was black, with little orange flowers here and there, some lace with mesh material surrounding her pussy, back piece doing little to cover her ass cheeks. Damiano was currently dying at the, almost, disappearance of the fabric due to the wetness leaving absolutely nothing hidden -not that the material could hide much anyway. He moved up, face just a hair’s distance from the wetness, just about to leave a kiss but the other man had different plans.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami, you’ll get what you want in a bit,” he said, palms massaging the girl’s boobs, kisses being left on her neck. “I think she’s overdressed.”

Damiano agreed to the statement, sharing just one simple look with Ethan, reaping the panties apart, her pussy now fully exposed. The singer looked up to his friend once again, a nod of approval being more than enough to shoot the man into action.

His lips swiftly found her clit, not much effort for the skilled man, sucking and kissing the sensitive bud, tongue lapping the juices of her pussy taking advantage of the wetness to stimulate her clit. Y/N’s head fell back, on the drummer’s shoulder, the man taking advantage of the angle and leaving kisses and marks on her neck, one hand always on her chest, the other currently choking her. She moaned so beautifully in his ear, making him harder than he thought he could get, surprised at how well he held himself together.

Damiano kept eating the girl out, fingers starting to dive into her pussy one at a time. He got up to four, said pussy taking them in wonderfully, practically swallowing them within the velvety confines. “I’ve experienced nothing hotter in my life, dolcezza. This pussy is scrumptious, could eat it for days,” he, himself thrusting on the bed, already having gotten hard again, craving some friction. His mouth was leaving wet kisses to her thigh and his fingers were deep inside her, going in and out, Ethan adding his own fingers, playing with her clit edging her closer and closer to the edge.

All the telltales were there: the shaking, the loudness, the closed eyes… She was ready to cum, but it was not something Ethan could allow yet. He stopped his actions, placing a hand on his band mate’s head, said man getting the memo and pausing as well. “You really thought you’d come this easy, amore? Oh no! You have been acting like a desperate slut all day, flashing Damiano and now letting him taste you, knowing it drives me crazy. You have been very naughty,” he explained before shuffling her off his body, moving to stand up.

Y/N could not help but whine, the sound only enabling the two men. “I think she’s been naughty again. Didn’t you say you’d be a good girl, puppet?” She simply nodded head looking down, but not before seeing the look on Damiano’s face. “I think some spanking would put our puppet in place.”

Ethan nodded in agreement, already moving Y/N to bend over the bed, her legs wobbly from her previously denied orgasm. “Count for Damiano, dolcezza,” said the man, leaving a kiss on her back and then starting his actions.

“One.”

Although her words were what was asked of her Damiano was not satisfied, giving her one of his own and speaking up. “Say thank you, puppy, don’t be rude.”

Another spank, “three, thank you,” she followed the orders, jumping forward with every slap on her skin.

As she reached ten it got harder to count. Damiano had started fingering her again, opting to pause his actions after every few thrusts, slamming his palms on her ass cheeks or pussy. It’d be a lie if Y/N said this wasn’t enjoyable-after all she could not stop moaning loudly, but the redness of her ass would disagree.

“Why don’t you keep quiet, puppy? These noises of yours are what got you here. You can’t hide how much you like this, can you, slut?”

For the second time that night, Y/N was on the verge of cumming all over Damiano’s fingers, unable to speak yet again.

“Use,” spank, “your,” spank, “words,” spank.

“I can’t hide, daddy,” she responded, this time leaving an almost screaming moan, eyes rolling all the way to the back of her head, once again almost falling apart.

Before she had the chance Damiano stopped, hands retracting from the girl and into his mouth, tasting her on his lips.

“I think you can take at least one more, puppet. Can you?” Ethan, had been quite distanced this whole time, deciding to let his friend get a taste of his sex partner, but deciding this was the best moment to do his thing.

Y/N nodded in confirmation, letting out a simple “green,” to let Ethan know she was not stopping just yet.

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

“You are doing so well, dolcezza,” praised Damiano, thinking of what to do next.

“Why don’t you get up, puppet. I think it’s time you get what you want.”

At that, her head perked up, already jumping from Ethan’s lap (almost falling while doing so) eager to be fucked and to finally orgasm. “I want you on all fours. You suck me off, Dami can fuck your pussy. I’m sure you’d love that.” She nodded, moving to be in all fours as Ethan stood on his knees on top of the bed, Damiano following suit and placing himself behind Y/N.

“Agh,” he groaned, “sei così bagnata, bambina,” he commented, collecting all the wetness on his cock before pushing inside her.

The action and the moans it emitted caused vibrations to Ethan, making him groan in pleasure, Y/N’s talent to shuck not wavering now. “You like this a lot, puppet, don’t you? Being fucked by my best friend while sucking my cock, huh? You like that?”

She could only hum in response, holes being filled to the brim so pleasurably. It was all better than she expected, more overwhelming, so she could not keep it anymore. She released Ethan’s cock, screaming loudly as her release finally overtook her, Damiano groaning in contentment. He pulled out of her afterwards, jacking himself off a bit before coating her back in his own cum.

Now the only one left unsatisfied was Ethan. His pleasure was cut short for the girl’s release, and although he was not mad, he certainly wanted to feel her.

“Can you handle one more for me, cucciola? You did such a good job so far but I need to feel you.” Y/N nodded and changed her position, this time her legs were in the air, soon to be wrapped around the drummer, eyes half closed in bliss.

“Such a good girl for me,” Ethan praised one more time before he started his rhythm slamming into her. This time it did not take long for both of them to reach their highs, the man riding out both of them and after taking a second to breathe he pulled out, falling right next to her.

“Are you ok?” This time the concerned man was Damiano, a bottle of water already in his hands and ready to give it to the girl.

“Mhm… Thank you,” she mumbled, voice almost a whisper but the smile was hard to miss.

“I think I should leave,” said the front man and he went to get dressed, abandoning the room, leaving only Ethan and Y/N in it.

Ethan got up quickly, looking around for a cloth as he got to the bathroom and wet it with some warm water. Coming back, he used it to clean Y/N up; her back from Damiano’s cum, her face from the cum and her dried up juices and her pussy from the left over wetness, a pair of underwear and a t-shirt in his other hand.

“Come one, dolcezza, you did so good. You’ll go to sleep in just a second. Come one, help me get you dressed,” he voiced and started leaving kisses on her face.

“You took both of us wonderfully, thank you.” Another hum as a response.

Ethan realized how at this point she had fallen asleep, fucked out and exhausted, he did not expect her to stay awake.

“I only wish I could tell you this when you’re awake… I think I’m in love with you."

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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years

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A Beautiful Day

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: So he’s backkkk and I love him so much and y/n loves him so much and I wanted them to just have their moment. I also wanted to show y’all his cute and sweet and soft side bc he does have one and I can’t deprive y’all of that. But don’t worry, it’s filthy too😌…the ending sucks but you already knew that and this is the 5th installment of Sneaking Around but you already knew that too lmao. enjoy🙃

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It was Harry’s turn to pick you guys’ date. While you were all for a cozy and cuddly night in with pizza and wine watching every movie you possibly could before either breaking for sex or falling asleep(eventually it turned out to be both), Harry had other plans. He’d spent a good part of his week planning for this date day turn night for you two. He even went as far as to take off for the entire day just so that he could spend as much time as he possibly could with you. See, even though he was constantly horny and dying to touch and be inside of you, Harry was quite the romantic. He loved having those lovey dovey couple moments with you. He loved making you smile and expressing to you just how much he loved you; and that was a lot. In fact, between the two of you, he was the first person to say I love you in your relationship. He’d been in love before, but it was never fully the way he was in love with you. With this being said, Harry made sure to do the absolute most and make it all incredibly special when it came this turn of his to plan your date together. It wasn’t a day that was marked on the calendar like a birthday or anniversary, but it was a day that Harry just wanted to completely be with you and just enjoy the time that wasn’t always readily available to you both.

Now Harry wanted to make it as special and as much of a surprise as possible. So the night before, all he told you was what you should wear and when to be ready. Even though you felt so bad that your best friend had a fully loaded day of classes, you were so glad that she’d be away from home and busy all day. You didn’t want her to ask about why you were getting dressed up and stuff. It’s just that you felt really bad for keeping things from her, especially this. So when she told you that she had a packed day right after Harry texted you the time, you were able to let out a big sigh of relief. Plus she was going to spend some time with her boyfriend for the weekend anyways so you’d be able to stay away a bit longer.

After finishing up with your early and luckily your only class of the day, along with getting some other work done, you spent the rest of the morning getting ready for your date with Harry. He said that he’d be picking you up around one so you were able to relax a little bit before getting into the shower and getting ready for your date. And as you’re getting ready, you make sure to keep Harry in mind. For starters, you made sure to use the body wash that had the scent that would just cling to your skin throughout the entire day. Whenever you used it and you’d be with him, Harry went absolutely wild. He was just obsessed with the way you smelled couldn’t manage to keep himself away from you. On top of that, you gave yourself a couple sprits of your perfume which just so happened to be one of Harry’s absolute favorites on you. For some reason, Harry was obsessed with your scents. He was always fixated on how good you smelled and for some reason it just made him even more attracted to you if that was even possible. And when you combined the scent of your body wash and your perfume, you struck gold. Harry had managed to supersede this obsession and become fully and even more entranced with you than he already was. And it was all because of how good you smelled. You felt similarly about Harry and the way he never missed the mark when it came to how good he smelled but he was on a pretty different level in comparison to you.

Anyways, aside from making sure you smelled heavenly for him, you spent a good bit of time figuring out what to wear. Since Harry told you to wear something that was pretty but not fancy the night before, when you were getting ready you pretty much raided your mini collection of dresses that were hanging up in your closet. It took you a while and a few times of nearly giving up to find the perfect outfit for your date. When you made it to the dress, you were absolutely floored when you looked at yourself in the mirror. You almost forgot that you even had this in your closet and you were so thankful you didn’t because it looked amazing on you.

When you put it on, it fit your body like a glove. The dress was a pretty and soft pastel yellow color that looked amazing against your skin and fell perfectly right below your knee. The skirt of the dress also moved right along with your movements which made you love it even more. You truly felt like a princess in this dress. Along with the color and impeccable overall style of the dress, there was one other thing that completely sold you on this one. It had more of a lower cleavage. The dress was a bit low cut in the front which allowed for you to give Harry a good view of his favorite part of your body. His number one would always be between your legs, but your chest was a very close second. He’d try to be all gentlemanly and say your heart but you always called bullshit on that one. Anyways, to take full advantage of the low cut front of your dress you make sure to properly adjust and lift your “chest” to give Harry the cleavage he’s constantly craving. You were certain that once he saw you, his mind would be racing.

By the time the clock struck one, you were all dressed, your hair and makeup was all done, and you were able to immediately answer the door when Harry knocked. When you opened the door, Harry was completely floored by your appearance. As the door in front of him opened to reveal you, Harry’s emotions and facial expressions did a quick 180. At first he was all happy and excited to see you. But once he did, he became even more excited, but for other reasons. He couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping at the sight of you. You looked absolutely stunning, Harry was in complete awe. He was so entranced with you that you had to snap him out of it, causing him to get all blushy and cute. After bringing him back to earth, he quickly gave you the small bouquet of flowers that coincidentally matched your dress perfectly along with a kiss to the cheek before whisking you out of your apartment and to the car.

During the ride to the undisclosed date location, Harry had to continuously refuse to tell you where he was taking you two for your date. No matter how much you pouted or tried to tease him, Harry wouldn’t let up. He wanted to keep this a surprise so bad and he refused to give in to his weakness; you. It was so hard to keep it all in but Harry was determined to do so. Luckily for him, the fight to keep his plans under wraps subsided a bit after about twenty minuets into the drive. After seeing that you weren’t getting anywhere with Harry spilling the beans, you decided to just sit back and enjoy Harry and the ride. You figured that he had a big surprise or something and you didn’t want to ruin it, so you just decided just wait and see what he had in store for the two of you. For the next twenty or so minutes that were left in the ride, the two of you sat next to each other and just talked. While the two of you went on and on about any and everything, you subconsciously toyed with Harry’s fingers that are intertwined with yours, giving you something else to do while you itched with excitement to see where Harry was taking you two as the drive continued on.

Eventually the car comes to a to a stop, signaling to you that you’d reached your destination. When you took in your surroundings and listened to what Harry had planned for you date, you couldn’t have been happier. Harry had driven you two to the most beautiful and the most romantic spots you’d ever seen to have a relaxing and incredibly romantic picnic together. It was absolutely perfect. It was tucked away from the masses but it wasn’t too far to make it uncomfortably distant. Again, it was perfect. After grabbing the pretty sizable picnic basket and blanket that he’d stashed away in the trunk, Harry grabs his hand in yours and the two of you walk down to the beautiful expanse before you to pick out the perfect spot to set up. After playfully bickering about where to settle down, you and Harry eventually agree on a spot before spreading the blanket out on the ground and unpacking the basket. As you help him take the food out, you realize that it’s everything he knew you loved. From the wine that you became obsessed with not too long after you two started dating to your favorite foods and little snacks, it was all in that basket.

After giving him a big hug, a series of many thank you’s, and a series of even more kisses, the two of you finally dig into the food Harry packed and pick up where your conversation in the car left off. The two of you blissfully sat on the blanket enjoying what Harry so perfectly organized and enjoying your time together. It was so nice to just sit there with the man you loved and enjoy your relationship and the stunning scenery around you. Seeing your face light up as you spoke to him and enjoyed the date he’d put together made his heart completely melt and made him feel extremely proud of himself. Eventually the two of you decided to call it quits on the food so you quickly packed up everything that was leftover back into the basket, leaving the two of you more room on the blanket to relax. After a little while though, a peaceful and comfortable lull fell over you and Harry. Leaving you both quiet in each other’s presence.

As the two of you silently sat there, Harry’s mind began to wander. He couldn’t stop the filthy visuals and ideas of the two of you from flowing through his mind. For some reason, the idea of just taking you right there in the broad daylight plagued his mind. The entire concept was nothing short of captivating to him given the fact that the two of you had to be so private with your relationship all of the time. Even though the two of you had to keep your plans for today under wraps, pleasuring you in such an open yet incredibly secluded space would break the monotony of being so private 24/7. It didn’t help that you looked absolutely beautiful today, and were just inadvertently begging him to touch you and make you feel good.

Now this is the moment when you can really see Harry’s duality and capabilities when it comes to taking a beautiful and beyond romantic moment, and turning it into a lust and pleasure filled rendezvous.

“Is it wrong that I want to do the filthiest things to you all because you look so beautiful.” He huffs, breaking the silence and trying to control the urge to just flip your skirt up and cram his cock into the depths of your cunt until the two of you just fall apart around one another.

“Oh my goodness Harry.” You softly laugh, completely bashful at the sudden compliment/admission. You also squeeze your thighs shut a bit because his words were a definite shock to your core.

“M’so serious Y/n.” He deadpans, moving in closer to you and bringing his hand up to your covered thigh.

“What would you do?” You whisper, changing the entire mood for the rest of your time together.

“Well for starters I’d dig into these beauties.” He begins, motioning right down to your breasts that were perfectly positioned by you to make them almost spill out of your dress. “They’re just so perfect. Just love playin’ with them. Can’t wait t’play with them when I knock you up. Gonna be so much bigger and even more sensitive f’me.” He fantasizes, continuing to stare at your breasts in front of him. Salivating at the idea of your entire body swelling because of him, thinking about how your body would become even more enticing and addictive. “You do know I’m gonna get you pregnant right?” He says in complete seriousness, bringing his eyes up to yours for reassurance.

“Mhm.” You hum with a small smile. “You remind me of it all the time even though I’m still in college, we’re not married, and our relationship isn’t even out in the open yet.” You pointedly remind him through chuckle.

“Well I’m sorry that my girlfriend, the love of my life, makes me want all of those things.” He playfully huffs, rolling his eyes in the process.

“Well luckily for you, I want all of that too.” You remind him, pushing your head forward to close the gap between you two and press a kiss to his lips. It was supposed to be a short and sweet little kiss to tell him that you loved him and that you wanted a future with him. But you wouldn’t be a relationship with Harry if he didn’t take it to another level, before you could realize what was going on, Harry had slipped his tongue into your mouth. As he kissed you deeper he lays you back against the blanket behind you, hovering over your body to continue moving his mouth against (and inside) yours. After gliding his tongue against yours and smacking his lips against your pillow soft ones, Harry finally lets up and lifts himself up from you. With you continuing to lie on the blanket, Harry sits down near your head and beckons for you to lift yourself a bit so that you could rest your head in his lap. “What would you do next?” You ask, wanting him to continue on and tell you all of the things he’d do to you.

“The next thing I’d do after playing with these tits of yours would be playing with your pussy.” He says, bringing the hand that was cupping you side down your thigh. He then brings his hand down to your knee before pushing it back up, only this time pushing it up underneath your dress. “You’d go crazy for how good my fingers feel inside of you. You’d just go on and on about how they’re hitting your sweet spot and how bad you need my cock.” He continues, slowly pushing his hand up between your legs. When he gets to the coveted area, Harry immediately feels around for your panties but is quick to learn that you’re not even wearing any. “No panties?” He asks, pulling the bottom of your dress up to get a look at you. He then turns his focus down between your legs to see your bare and plushy mound completely exposed to him.

“No.” You whisper, maintaining eye contact.

“You didn’t want to wear one those cute little thongs that always get swallowed up by your cunt an ass baby? My naughty girl!” He asks, thinking back to the times where he’s either pulled your pants down or lifted your skirt to find a thin piece of string pretty much, lodged between your folds and ass.

“I just wanted to breathe a little bit down there since I shaved and all.” You softly explain, pushing down the moan that was threatening to spill from your lips as you feel Harry squeeze your cunt in his larger hand.

“So pretty when you go all bare f’me sweets.” He admires, taking in how soft and squishy the area between your legs is. Absolutely perfect for eating and taking his cock. “I just hope you made the right decision with not wearing any panties at all baby. Don’t want you to get all that sticky cum on your pretty dress or on my seats.” He explains. Every single time he let go inside of you, Harry made a mess.

“Is that what you’d do next?” You huff, enjoying the way he’s massaging the area between your legs while telling you all of the filthy things he’d do. You could feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter as this continued on. If you had to be completely honest, it wouldn’t be much longer before you’re begging him to fuck you.

“Mhm.” He hums, giving your cheek a little pinch with his free hand. “ I just don’t know how I’d do it. I love watching you struggle and quiver while you to take all my cock, but I also love pinning you down and making you completely helpless.” He explains candidly.

“Maybe you could do it both ways.” You suggest through a moan. As you say this, you begin to buck up into Harry’s hand, signaling to him that you wanted more of what he’s doing.

“You want me t’wreck you two ways baby?” He asks, amusedly watching your eyes flutter shut below him as you enjoy his hand moving around on your cunt.

“So bad.” You moan.

“There would be so much cum too. Like you’d be overflowing with my creamy and sticky cum.” He continues, beginning to drag a finger up and down your slick folds. “When you think that you’ve pushed it all out, there will still be some in your tummy.”

As he says all of this, Harry’s cock is rock solid in his pants. With every word there was a vivid visual in his head and the desire to take and just ravish you right here right now was growing exponentially as he kept fantasizing with you.

“Sounds amazing.” You pant, continuing to buck up into his hand.

“Want me t’do that to you sweet girl?” He coos down to you removing his hand from your cheek and bringing it to the large bump in his pants.

“Please!” You whine.

“Then let’s go.” He agrees, immediately beginning to undo his belt. As he does this though, you move to get up from where you were lying. When you do this, Harry is quick to pull you back to where you were.

“We’re doing this right here baby.” He chuckles, continuing on with undoing his pants to release his cock.

“I don’t know about that Harry. We’re out in the open.” You express concernedly.

“I mean your filthy little cunt is already out, I don’t think me fucking my cock into it will make much of a difference Y/n.” He reasons with you, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Well what if someone comes?” You ask worriedly.

“The only people who are coming around here is me and you. Plus isn’t the thrill what makes it fun? If I remember correctly, you came really hard when I fucked you in that sex shop.” He continues, reminiscing on your other out in the open “excursions”.

“I guess you’re right. What about the car?” You propose.

“I need space for what I want to do to you. Plus you’re a squirter and I don’t want cum or your juices all over my seats. ” He replies bluntly.

“Fine, I just need you so bad.” You concede, whining out for him to fulfill his promises and bucking up into his hand.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He breathes out, finally pulling himself from his pants and giving his shaft a couple tugs. “Now suck on me, need t’get nice and wet for that tight cunt of yours.” He instructs. When he says this, your head turns right to his hardened cock. You’re instantly met with his large cock. Even though you’d taken him many times, it was still a bit daunting to see all of him before he pushes all of it into you.

“S’so big.” You admire, continuing to moan as Harry pushes a finger into you.

“And it can be all the way inside of your tummy if you just slobber on it for a bit.” Harry reminds. When he says this, you inch your mouth forward, taking the thick crown of him into your mouth. “Thats it baby, keep going.” He encourages, removing his hand from his cock and bringing it to the back of your head to push your mouth down further. As he does this, you begin to gag a bit. You were already panting from him fingering you, now to have his cock down your throat was making it even more difficult to breathe. “Just need you to slobber on it one good time sweets, just one good time f’me.” He reassures, continuing to push down on the back of your head. Eventually you manage to take all of him in your mouth and down your throat, your nose rubbing against the hairs that were surrounding his cock. When you’ve fully taken him and have held it there for a couple seconds, Harry pulls you off his cock, leaving you in a fit of pants as you try to catch your breath.

“Can I have your cock now?” You ask through your labored breaths, feeling the pressure between your legs beginning to mount even more.

“Yes you can doll.” He says, removing his hand from between your legs and using both to lift your body up from his legs. Before he lays you back down on to the blanket though, he unzips the back of your dress a bit just to loosen the top half up a bit.

He then lays you back onto the blanket and moves down between your spread and a little shaky legs. Before just going right in, Harry reaches up and tugs on the loose top of your dress, pulling it down to reveal your breasts to him. Latching onto one of them and using his other hand to push his pants down a bit more and guide his cock, Harry positions himself at your entrance. When you feel him against you, your hips immediately move up, pushing your cunt back and forth against him.

“Do you wanna get fucked or not?!” He asks sternly, immediately bringing all of your movements to a halt. “Okay then.” He huffs, going back to pushing his throbbing crown against your entrance. Wasting no time whatsoever, Harry pushes into you, sending a piercing sensation through your body.

‘Fuck Harry!” You shout as you try and push him back, feeling his large cock invade your body.

“That’s it baby, I love it when you try and fight my cock. Looks cute.” He chuckles down at you cynically, watching as your face tightens and contorts as you try to stop him from going all the way inside. Your efforts to stop him or push him away are futile because in seconds he’s all the way inside of you. And instead of giving you any time to adjust, he just goes right into pounding you. His hips are moving at lightning speed, slamming himself in and out of your cunt while you whimper and whine and squirm below him. You could feel him pounding at your insides as he relentlessly fucked you. And it felt amazing. The pain and pleasure elements of it all were perfectly balanced leaving you feeling absolutely amazing and in a completely euphoric trance below Harry. As he continues to slam into you, Harry watches as your legs shake from the force of his thrusts. He can see your breasts moving around on your chest from the force as well. They looked so good that he could help but to suck on them. So continuing to crash his hips into yours, he leans down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, keeping the other between his fore and index fingers. They were so nice to just suck on as he fucked his cock into your sopping wet and desperate cunt. Harry too was in a completely euphoric state of mind.

After switching over to the other breast and sucking on it for a little while, Harry felt like it was time to switch it up a little. He wanted to get at least one more position in before you were screaming and squirting all over him while he dumped a big load of his cum into you. So without any warning, Harry pulls his cock out of you and pushes you over onto your front. He is quick to push you down and mount you from behind so to speak. He sits on the backs of your thighs, pinning your lower body down and he cups your shoulder, applying pressure by leaning forward a bit to send you a subliminal message to stay down. And before you know it, he’s cramming himself back into your pussy, going right back to the same pattern of his original thrusts.

All you could do was whine and claw at the blanket below you. It felt so good to be pinned down and fucked hard by Harry. The way he just did what he wanted was so good and you could feel your release barreling towards you full speed ahead. After getting some good thrusts in from behind, making sure that you weren’t going to be trying to get up, Harry removes his hand from your shoulder and brings both to either side of your ass before pulling you apart. When Harry sees this, he just looses it. His cock looked so huge as he fucked your tight cunt, he could only imagine how it felt to be stretched out like that. He continues to watch as his glistening cock moves in and out of you, quickly pushing him towards his big and much needed release.

“I wanna hear you beg me to cum in your cunt.” He leans down and growls into your ear, continuing to slam his hips into yours, shoving his cock all the way up into you.

“I need you t’cum inside me.” You cry, feeling the warm, tight, and throbbing sensation intensifying more and more as the seconds pass by.

“Wanna be filled with me baby?” He grunts, continuing to fiercely hump you from behind.

“So bad! M’gonna cum!” You cry out, feeling like you could explode into a million tiny pieces at any moment.

“Cum with me sweets!” He pants, delivering more static and firm blows to your from behind. Keeping his eyes on his cock inside of you, Harry gives you both one more thrust that fires you both over the edge and into your releases.

The part of your legs that weren’t pinned down by Harry were shaking as you squirted all over Harry, the blanket, and your dress. Harry too let go of everything he had, letting go of all the cum that was stored up in his balls and ready to be released into you.

It was truly a beautiful day.

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It Means Nothing

So I don’t EVER write fan fiction because I’m not good at writing other people’s characters and them being OOC drives me bonkers but I couldn’t get this out of my head.

KyojuroxReader SFW; slight angst? Y/N is also a Hashira

She breathed a sigh of relief seeing the Rengoku manor within walking distance, “Finally home Kyojuro, how is your shoulder?”

“It is a little sore but it will be all right. I’ve had worse.” He grinned. “If you hadn’t chopped his arm off at that last second I wouldn’t have had such a clean shot to cut off his head.”

“That’s enough praises out of you. I’ll help you rebandage it after we get cleaned up.” She pushed the doors to the estate open and let him go through first.

“Brother! Y/N!” Senjuro ran from an open room and jumped off the porch, running over to them he hugged Kyojuro who laughed and hugged him back. “You’re home! Thank goodness! Are you okay?”

“We’re back safe Senjuro!” Kyojuro assured him with a grin.

“I’m so glad! I missed you both!” He let go of Kyojuro and hugged Y/N, she hugged him back, “I missed you too.” She kissed his forehead and Kyojuro beamed, his heart filling with joy seeing how happy Senjuro was in her arms. Y/N softly stroked the young boy’s fire tipped hair, “You must have been lonely.”

“I...it’s been all right, I’m just glad you’re home, are you both okay? Are you hurt?”

Kyojuro’s stomach twisted seeing his little brother’s hesitation, and the reminder that he was in this big house practically all alone all the time. “I’m sorry Senjuro. And only a little scratch, nothing to worry about!”

“Oh! No, it’s okay brother, you’re fulfilling your duties as a Hashira, it’s important!” He moved back from Y/N’s hug and gazed up at his brother.

Kyojuro touched Senjuro’s cheek softly, “We’re done with our duties for a while, so we get to be home for a couple of days.”

“I’m glad, are you sure the wound isn’t bad? You’ll be okay?” Senjuro’s eyebrows creased.

“I promise.” Kyojuro beamed at him. “I smell something delicious, what are you cooking Senjuro?”

He smiled softly, “Sweet potatoes and salt grilled bream.”

“Wahoo! You are an amazing little brother!” Kyojuro walked towards the house, “I’ll be right back, I’m going to report to father. Go ahead and start without me!”

“Kyojuro wait,” she called after the Flame Hashira, remembering something that had been eating at her thoughts for some time now. Kyojuro turned to her, “Hm?”

“I want to meet with Shinjurou, after you’re done checking in that is.”

Kyojuro’s smile fell, she had never met with Shinjuoru, or even seen him. Despite spending most of her free time at the Rengoku Mansion when they weren’t on duty. Even when she had dinner with them Senjurou took his father’s food to his room for him, he didn’t join them. She of course knew the stories about him as the previous Flame Hashira, and Kyojuro after some time had been willing to tell her about his childhood, so she knew about his mother, she’d never seen the ex-Hashira. Even though she was a Hashira herself, and she and Kyojuro had been together for almost a year.

“Why?”

She gave him a sly grin, “To ask for your hand in marriage of course.”

Kyojuro’s face flushed, “W-WHAT!? But you’re not supposed to--”

She laughed as Senjuro stared up at her wide-eyed, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Y/N ruffled Senjuro’s soft hair with both hands, “Besides, I’d ask Senjuro’s permission before anyone else’s.” She paused, “I’ve never properly introduced myself to him even once, I want to meet him face to face. He’s your dad and a former Hashira, it’s rude for me to come over and not greet him.”

“Those kinds of things don’t matter to him Y/N, there’s no need to greet him.”

“Brother’s right, and Dad’s been in a really bad mood lately…”

“I’m a Hashira, I’m not afraid of the bad temper of a fellow Hashira.” She met Kyojuro’s eyes, determined. “Please let me talk to him, Kyojuro.”

He nodded, “All right, come on then. We’ll be right back Senjuro!”

“Okay.” He answered timidly, “I’ll set the table.” She let him go and follow Kyojuro.

“What’s the real reason?” Kyojuro asked once they were both no longer in earshot. Y/N looked up at him with raised eyebrows but he was looking at her with a concerned expression.

“I’ll tell you afterwards, I can tell you’re wanting to talk me out of it, and I need to do this.” She paused and cupped his chin between her fingers, “No matter what happens, or what you hear, don’t come into the room. I don’t mind if you listen in, but I don’t want you in there. I don’t want him lashing out at you, I want his focus on me.”

“But it’s okay for him to lash out at you? Y/N-”

“I’ve endured worse than anything your father could ever do to me.” She pushed her fingers against his lips, “Kyojuro you can’t keep waiting for him to pick himself up, you’re an adult now, and he’s still lying in bed. He can’t break out of this alone. Besides, he’s not an evil monster, he’s just a man in pain.”

“You’re right.” He sighed, kissing her fingers he pulled them to the side and softly kissed her, she kissed him back.

“No matter what he says or what you hear, stay out. Just listen.”

“All right.” He rubbed his thumb against her cheek.

She kissed the inside of his palm and walked with him to Shinjurou’s room, she kneeled down outside the door and listened as Kyojuro gave his report and dismissed him. He looked back at her and she motioned for him to come out. Kyojuro bowed to his father’s back then stood and walked out. She walked into the room and slid the door shut behind her, keeping it open only a small crack. She walked over to the bed and kneeled down. She knew Kyojuro was kneeling right next to the door, and she just hoped he really would stay put. She took a deep breath, feeling the extra flow of her total concentration breathing constant and looked back at Shinjurou, staring out at the garden with an open book beside him and a jug of sake as well. The smell of the alcohol coated the room.

“Get out. I didn’t ask to speak to you.”

“No.” She answered calmly, “ Why did you tell Kyojuro that being the Flame Hashira means nothing?”

“Don’t back talk to me girl! What I tell my sons is none of your business!”

“It is my business when what you’re saying affects someone I love. Did you tell him that because being a Hashira didn’t provide you with a way to actually save her?”

Shinjurou grabbed his jug and hurled it at her. She let it hit her, “GET OUT OF HERE! WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT!?”

She didn’t move, the jug shattered and covered her in sake, she kept her fists on her thighs, even though the jug hit her forehead it somehow missed striking her eyes. Eyes that she bore into Shinjurou with determination, his eyes widened as he realized she wasn’t dodging and had just taken it to the face. Blood cracked down her face, “I know that she had great pride in you as a Hashira and a Dad, because why else would Kyojuro work so hard to obtain it.” He reached for her and she grabbed his arm, not flinching, “I know how much it hurts to be so utterly helpless as the person you cherish fades away, and not being able to do anything. You feel like your entire body is being destroyed from the inside and it hurts so much to feel you’d do anything to be numb. To feel the poison in your chest every time you have to look at a true monster who’s still alive when you lost someone who was pure love and kindness and did nothing but good in their life.” She flattened her hand so it was resting against his, and placed her other hand on his wrist, his body shaking as he glared at her, “I know that she left you two amazing, beautiful sons that emanate her because everything Kyojuro does he does because of her. They’re not just your sons, they were hers too, they have her in them, and I can’t just sit by and keep watching you punish them for that by removing yourself from their lives and being so hostile towards them. How can you love her and yet be so cruel to the two people she blessed you with? The only two things in this whole world that are left of her? Your sons only have love for you, in spite of everything and you are the only person who can show them the full magnificence of their mother, she deserves to be allowed to still exist here, and I wish you would bring her back into their lives. I know you’re afraid of losing them, I can’t imagine how terrifying it must be for you every time Kyojuro leaves on an assignment. But you can’t protect him lying in here reading. You can’t be a bystander in his life and still hope to protect him.”

Shinjurou glared at her, frozen, but his eyes getting moist. She put her hands down and gently pulled herself from his grasp, “Excuse me.” She whispered, bowing before getting up and walking out of the room, not looking at him so she doesn’t see that he’s still frozen in place. She slid the door shut and looked down at Kyojuro who was staring into the room, tears in his eyes, he looked up at her, being brought back to the present as she moved the door. She kneeled down and gently cupped his face in her hands, wiping his tears away she gave him a gentle reassuring smile, now noticing that her body was shaking with the confrontation being over. She was feeling so many things she couldn’t quite figure out which feeling was making her tremble. She could tell Kyojuro was trying to figure out what to address first, her shaking, bleeding or that she was drenched.

“I’m fine, Tanjiro’s not the only one with a hard head, but some fresh clothes would be appreciated.” Kyojuro hugged her and led her to his room where he gave her one of Mitsuri’s old training outfits. She changed and then cleaned up her face, Kyojuro insisting on helping her bandage the cut running diagonally across the center of her forehead.

“Y/N you should have stopped it--I should have stepped in--”

“I needed to get my point across, and he needed to know I wasn’t trying to fight him.” She smiled, “I just hope he at least considers what I said. Your Dad is still alive, by some miracle given all the sake he drinks, and I just...I know you want your Dad back, and I want to do everything I can to bring him back to you. He might not listen to me still, but it was worth a shot.” She ran to the door, “Senjuro Kyojuro said he didn’t want his sweet potatoes and I can have them!” She grinned and ran out of the room.

“Hey wait a minute I did not! Senjuro don��t listen to her!” Kyojuro raced out of the room after her. He managed to get to the dining room just seconds after she did and tackled her, pinning her down, “Those are mine!” She hit him in the stomach with her knees knocking him off as Senjuro came into the room with a fourth plate. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take--” Senjuro froze as he looked at the door, Shinjurou stood there, he looked at Y/N and Kyojuro. The pair immediately sat up properly.

“D-Dad?” Senjuro stuttered.

Link to Ch. 2: https://teamfreewill56-blog.tumblr.com/post/654545159409795072/it-means-nothing-ch2

#rengoku shinjuro #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro rengoku #kyojurou x reader #shinjurou rengoku #set your heart ablaze #fire pillar #flame hashira

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This could be a request or not depending on how much time you have 😅 but for your information, yes, I am thinking Tom giving y/n hickies on her neck like the night before a bunch of interviews the next day and she's like, "Are you serious?" and he's like "I couldn't resist, I just love you so much!" and when y/n shows up the next day wearing a turtleneck after she told Zendaya that she would be wearing a dress Z immediately gets suspicious and figures it out bc I feel like she's like that 😅😂

Hehehe I haven’t written anything smutty lately and I miss it. So thank you for requesting this anon, much love to you🥰 Ugh, the thought of this gave me butterflies in my stomach😭 Happy reading!❤️

Also, little note for everyone who’s sending me requests! Yes, I see all of them! Part of the reason why I haven’t done some of them yet is because I have to think of concepts on how to execute them properly. So bear with me, love you all🥰

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Love Bug

My soft boi🥺

Warnings: implied smut

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The AC in your bedroom was just not doing you justice. The Californian heat was at an all time high today and has transformed you home into an Easy Bake oven. Though you were probably exaggerating, your thin crewneck sweater still clung onto your skin, making you uncomfortable. Peeling the sweater off your body, you toss it into your laundry basket. You’re left in a tank top and some lounging shorts as you sprawl yourself out on your bed. The coolness of the comforter bringing your body some relief from the heat.

Sinking into the sheets, the hustle and bustle of the day finally hits you. You’ve had a long day of press with your cast mates, promoting the movie you were all in, Spider-Man: Far From Home. You loved your job, but the press tours could just be so tiring. You were forced to wake up early in the morning and sit in a room for how many hours of the day to only be asked the same questions (most of the time). Though press tours did have its pros, meeting fans around the world and traveling to new countries was something you always looked forward to.

Marvel being Marvel, they always had to make it big. For the last few weeks you have all been traveling around the world, tired but nonetheless having an amazing time. Thankfully, this was the last stop of the press tour, California. You were back in your own bed and your boyfriend was staying with you for the time being.

You were on your phone, going through Instagram and looking at various photos that were taken today during today’s press engagements. You’ve even made your own contribution and posted your own batch of selfies and funny videos.

The door to the connected bathroom in your room opens and reveals your boyfriend. Your eyes break their focus on your phone and shift to the man in front of you. You smile and turn your phone off giving him all your attention. A smile forms on his own lips as he crawls up the bed to join you.

“Missed you all day.” He whispers against your skin, placing his head on your chest. His arms are wrapped around your figure, one leg hooked over yours. You move the hood of his sweatshirt from over his head and began to run your hands through his hair.

“Mmm, I missed you too.” He cuddles closer to your chest, arms tightening around you. His eyes momentarily shut, basking in your soothing motions.

“How was your day with Jake?” You ask him. As much as Tom wanted to do press with you, he was stuck doing them with Jake, while you did your interviews with Z and Jacob. Tom enjoyed having his interviews with Jake, but he missed being near you, even if you were just a room away.

Tom shifts so his lips are near the skin of your exposed neck. He hums against you before his lips come into contact with the soft surface. He had been tempted to mark you up all day. You wore a beautiful spring dress with a low neckline that displayed the skin of your neck. All he wanted to do was scatter red and purple love bites all over you, letting the world know you were his.

You gasp as he nips on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Interviews were good, but I just couldn’t get you out my head.” He slots himself between your legs and presses you down into the mattress.

“Teasing me with the pretty little dress of yours. Just wanted to kiss you and mark you up.” He says huskily against your neck. His breath sent shivers down your spine as goosebumps formed on your skin. His mouth sucks harder on the spot, teeth nipping gently, while his tongue soothed the bruising spot. He moved up so one of his hands are holding him up beside your head while his other strokes your side.

“Baby, we have an early morning tomorrow.” You didn’t want him to stop, but it was currently 2am and you were both expected to be awake by 6am.

His lips have made their way to the other side of you neck, pressing light kisses that turned to open mouthed ones. You giggle gently pulling him away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes.

“Babyyy.” He whines trying to shove his head back into the spot. A pout is on his lips, which were now a darker shade of pink from how much he was sucking on your skin.

“Tom, we need to be up at six.” You reminded him. Tom leans closer a boyish grin now on his expression. You couldn’t help but kiss him back when his lips captured yours. You feel him smirk against you as he pulls away.

The hand on your side moves to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “We’ll be quick, I just wanna feel you. Please?”

You stare at him for a moment as his hand drifts down your body and by your shorts. Excitement swirls in your belly as his fingers get closer to your growing heat. He kisses your cheek as his hand slips past the band of your shorts to cup your mound. The wetness brings a smirk to his face as his dark eyes gaze into yours.

“Baby, look how wet you are.” He praises you as he moves your panties aside and dips his fingers into your wetness. You sigh, eyes slightly rolling back as his fingers spread your wetness on your folds.

“Fine, but—“ You bring your finger to point again him, “No marks on my neck, I’m wearing a dress tomorrow with a low cut again.”

Tom nods connecting your lips again, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He assures you before diving his head back into your neck.

~next morning~

You enter the bathroom, tying your hair up to keep it away from your face. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. While you wait you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widen when you get a glimpse of you neck. You gasp out loud as you see the sides of your neck with red bruises with hints of purple on them. You had them on both sides of your neck and a small one almost on the center of your throat.

“TOM!” You yell, your voice echoing in the bathroom. There was some rustling behind the door before it was yanked open. Tom entered in nothing but his boxers looking disheveled, hair pointing in all types of direction and his eyes barely open.

“What happened?” His voice was raspy, something that usually made you swoon but right now you couldn’t even focus on it.

You turn to him, aggressively pointing to your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful!” You mock him, repeating what he said to you last night before he railed you into the mattress.

Tom’s eyes widen as well before he cringed. To be fair, you did warn him. He just didn’t know how to hold back when it came to you. He cautiously approaches you a sheepish grin on his face.

“I know it looks bad..” he begins. You shoot him a look, “Are you serious right now? Tom it looks like an octopus strangled me!”

Tom moves back to look at you, “Well you weren’t complaining last night.” You shoot him another look and he nods knowing you were annoyed with him at the moment. He stands behind you looking at the mirror you were both in front of. His arms wrap around your torso as he tries to soften you up.

“I’m sorry, I just love you so much and I couldn’t resist it. I love making love to you and I just get so lost in it and I know you warned me too, I’m sorry.” He apologizes hugging you from behind. You could tell he actually felt bad by the genuine look in his eyes. You sigh leaning back into him and resting your hands above his, interlocking your fingers.

“I forgive you, it happens.” You mumble, head trying to come up with ways to cover up your neck. “How do I even cover this up?”

Tom looks at your neck through the mirror, “Makeup will work right? Just put on some concealer or that color corrector thing you use.”

You nod at his suggestion. “That’ll work for a few hours, but makeup wears off. What if I accidentally wipe it off?”

Tom pursed his lips together in thought, “You could ask Laura to bring you something with a turtleneck.”

“It’ll barely move and your neck will be covered the entire time.” He suggests.

“Yeah, it’ll probably work. I just hope she hasn’t left yet, I should text her.” You move from Tom’s hold and turn the shower off. Before you leave the bathroom, Tom pulls you into a hug again. His face nuzzles against your hair, “I’m sorry, again.”

You smile and stroke his back, “I told you I forgive you, it’s ok love.” You pull away and peck his lips. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your shoulder. Something he always did when you guys were having a moment. Instantly, you jump back and push him off, “Get your fucking lips away from my neck. I don’t need anymore hickies right now.”

~later~

Your stylist, Laura, ended up bringing you a stunning white dress that stopped above your knees. It was short sleeved, hugged your curves perfectly, and had a turtleneck that covered your neck. She gave you a pair of leather knee high boots which pulled the look together. Your hair was curled, pulled back into a half up and down style while short strands of hair framed your face. Compared to the panic you felt when your first saw the hickies, you were relieved when you saw yourself in the mirror again an hour later. You felt like a modern Go Go Girl as you admired your outfit.

You arrived at the hotel where all the interviews were being held. You make your rounds of greeting everyone, saving Z and Jacob last since you’ll be with them the whole day. You enter the room and see the two of them already sitting in front of the cameras. Jacob spots you first, “Aye! Good morning!”

You smile and walk up to them, giving them both hugs. When you pull away from Z she gives you a look. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, squinting at your dress.

“Weren’t you just complaining that yesterday was too hot? Why are you in a turtleneck?” She interrogates you. You smile nervously at her while you settle in the seat on the other side of Jacob.

“Um, you know, it’s a bit chilly today.” You lie. Jacob eyes you as well catching on Z’s point.

“(Y/n), it’s 95 degrees outside.” He tells you eyes panning around the room. Zendaya smirks leaning forward to get a better look at you, “I think someone was busy last night.”

“No, I wasn’t. I had a very nice sleep, thank you very much.” You sweetly smile at her crossing your arms.

Jacob snickers beside you, “I bet you did.”

“I guess Thomas couldn’t keep his hands off you last night.” She teased, exposing you.

“Or his mouth.” Jacob quickly adds smirking. Your cheeks get flustered squeezing your eyes shut. Jacob and Z burst out laughing at Jacob’s comment.

“I don’t even have a come back, blame Tom.” You throw your hands up in the air giving up. Z calms down and leans over Jacob to rest a hand on your knee.

“Hey, it’s ok, man. If I were Tom, I wouldn’t keep my hands off you either.” She tells you jokingly, helping you get over the embarrassment of wearing a turtleneck. You catch on and wink at her, “Aye, say less.” Your hand resting on top of hers.

Jacob puts his hands up looking shocked, “What did I just walk into? I—I gotta go.” He pretends to shove your hands away and gets up from his seat.

“I’m telling Tom about the sexual tension I felt in this room.” He yells over his shoulder as he walks out the room. You and Z look at each other amused, “Is he actually?”

Z shrugged, “Honestly, he’s probably getting some water. He was thirsty.”

The two of you catch up with each other. Talking about the press tour and what you were both planning on wearing for the premiere. You were in the middle of describing your dress when Tom bursts into the room with Jacob trailing behind him.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN.”

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blu-joons · 3 years

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When You Feel Insecure ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Bang Chan:

Chan’s abs had always been a bit of a sore spot for you, seeing how toned and muscular he was always made you feel a little more insecure about yourself. Seeing him topless yet again, caused your body to tense up.

“Are you cold?” Chan asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Why do you feel so stressed, has something happened at work or at home?”

Your head shook instantly, “I’m fine,” you stated, taking him by surprise. “I’m just going to grab a jumper and cover up a bit more, no one wants to see me like this.”

“See you like what? What’s there for anyone to be upset about right now?”

“Well, they look at me, and then they look at you.”

“I don’t understand,” Chan whispered, taking a few moments to compose himself. “Are you saying you don’t think you’re as good as me? Is that what is happening right now.”

“Of course, I’m not. Look at how amazing you look.”

His hands rested against your hips, “you’re perfect, for being you. Don’t wear the hoodie, I want you to show off exactly who you are to the world.”

“I wish I could have abs and muscles like you though.”

“Don’t say that, who you are right now is enough.”

Minho:

Your eyes had been distant for quite some time as the two of you sat and had dinner in the café of JYP. Eventually, Minho looked around to see that you were staring at Momo and Sana who were sat having lunch too.

“What are you looking at?” Minho asked, pretending not to notice what you were watching, “you’ve been daydreaming the entire time that we’ve been sat here.”

Your eyes glanced across at him, “don’t you think they just have the most incredible figures? I’d love to be able to look as good as they do.”

“Are you out of your mind? You look incredible as you are Y/N, no doubt about it.”

“There’s no way I look as good as them.”

His head shook in response, “you can’t compare yourself to them, you’re beautiful in your own right. There’s a reason that I fell in love with you after all.”

“Are you really saying that you prefer my figure to there’s?”

“Of course,” he smiled, as if it was all so easy. “I wouldn’t say these things if they weren’t how I feel. You are you, and that’s why I want you.”

“Thank you for making me feel a bit better Minho.”

“I’m only speaking the truth Y/N.”

Changbin:

He couldn’t quite believe how incredible you looked in your outfit for the dinner, but his attention was soon drawn to how closely you studied yourself in the reflection of the mirror, poking several times at your body.

“It won’t go away,” Changbin warned you, standing at your side. “No matter how much you poke your hips, they’re still there, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You stared back across at him in disbelief. “I wish that they’d disappear. This dress would look a lot better if they weren’t there, it would sit properly to start with.”

“Y/N, it looks incredible. I don’t want you to change a thing about it.”

“There’s plenty that I could do to make this look better.”

His arms snaked around your waist, “there’s nothing you could do in my eyes. So many people will be staring at you tonight, admiring how amazing you look.”

“They’ll be staring at me and thinking how bad I look.”

“Trust me,” Changbin chuckled, “that is the complete opposite of what will happen. You look incredible, and I don’t lie to you, do I?”

“Well, you could decide to start lying to me now.”

“But I’m not, I promise you.”

Hyunjin:

You’d been quiet for the whole day when Hyunjin returned home from tour, he came back hoping to not be able to get five seconds to himself, and instead you could barely bring yourself to be in the same room as him.

“What’s going on?” He asked as he followed you into the bedroom, “you’ve been off since I came back, I thought it was supposed to be a happy occasion.”

You glanced back across at him, “it is. I just thought you’d prefer having some space, you’ve been around all these beautiful dancers for months and now you’re back with me.”

“What are you possibly trying to say? With you is what I want.”

“But I don’t compare to all of those dancers.”

He nodded, sitting down beside you. “You’re right, you don’t compare, because you’re so much better than any of them. That’s why I’m here with you.”

“That’s not true, I’ve seen the people you dance with.”

“Then you must’ve not looked at yourself properly,” he sighed, draping his arm around you, “you compare, and more, I promise you jagi.”

“You’re just saying that to try and make me happier.”

“Not at all, I mean it from the bottom of my heart.”

Han:

He’d lost count of how many minutes he sat on the bed and watched you stare at your reflection before eventually deciding that enough was enough. He stood himself up and walked to your side, pushing you away from the mirror.

“Shall I tell all those thought you’ve just had about yourself that they’re wrong now?” Jisung chuckled, pressing a kiss gently to your flushed cheek.

You sighed softly, “you can try, but you know that I won’t listen. It’s like a boyfriend code to try and make their partners feel better about themselves.”

“It’s not the boyfriend code to be honest and tell your partner how gorgeous they are.”

“You don’t have to follow that code though.”

His eyes widened, staring at you with wide eyes. “Have you lost your mind? That code is number one, because I have the most gorgeous girl in the world.”

“Maybe you’re getting me mistaken for someone else in your life.”

“Nope,” he giggled, poking your cheek, “I know a gorgeous woman when I see one, and I have one stood in front of me right now.”

“Well, I guess I can’t really answer with that logic.”

“You can’t, which is why I’m always right.”

Felix:

Your stomach dropped as soon as you felt Felix’s presence lay beside you on the bed, feeling his arm wrap around your waist as he tucked himself in for the night. Your hand moved up, taking his hand and moving it back to his side.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered, opening his eyes back up immediately. “What’s so bad about having my arm around you? You usually love when I have you close to me.”

You frowned, opening your eyes too. “I just think it would be a more pleasant sleep for me if you didn’t have to stretch your arm so that it fitted around me.”

“What are you on about? I don’t have to stretch my arm for you at all.”

“Yes, you do, I’ve felt you do it around me.”

Felix sighed, pressing his lips to the top of your shoulder. “I love cuddling up to you at night, it makes me comfortable, and most of all, it makes me happy.”

“How can holding me ever make you happy, are you crazy?”

“No, just in love,” he mused, moving his arm back around you. “Having you as close to me as possible is what makes me the happiest.”

“You really don’t have a problem holding me?”

“Absolutely not, I love holding you Y/N.”

Seungmin:

He couldn’t quite believe what he was listening to as you told him all about the new woman at your workplace who was lucky to have the most incredible figure that you’d ever seen. A statement your colleagues agreed with too.

“Do you want to know something she hasn’t got?” Seungmin asked once you finished talking. “She’s not got a boyfriend who will always be on hand to make her feel better.”

You smiled softly across at him, “I know what you’re going to say Seungmin, but you didn’t see just how incredible she looked. It’s no joke at all.”

“I don’t need to see her to know that you’re still better.”

“You’d change your mind if you knew her.”

His head shook instantly back at you, “I wouldn’t, because I already know that no one could ever compare to you. Not a single girl in the world.”

“Now you just sound crazy trying to make me feel better.”

“That’s just a bonus,” he chuckled loudly, “because it’s true. You’re the one that I want, even if you think there’s better girls in the world than you, I’d argue otherwise.”

“You truly can be so cheesy sometimes; do you know that?”

“Anything to put a smile on your face.”

I.N:

His eyebrows knitted together as soon as he watched you walk down the stairs, failing to see the outfit that he’d bought for you and suggested you wear as you prepared to meet his family for the first time.

“What happened?” He asked straight away, noticing how loose your clothing was. “Did you not want to wear what I bought? I thought it would look incredible on you.”

Your head shook, looking down at your figure. “I tried it on, but I didn’t look good in it. It just made my body look rubbish; your parents wouldn’t have liked it either.”

“Why didn’t you come and show me? I bet that it looked incredible on you.”

“You would have laughed at me Jeongin, I’m being serious.”

His head shook, placing his hands to your waist, “I would never have laughed at you, but I bought that because I knew that it would perfect on you and show off your curves.”

“I don’t want to show off my curves Jeongin, it makes me look fat.”

“No, it doesn’t,” he continued to assure you, “please go and put it back on so I can tell you how amazing you look in it and how beautiful you are.”

“Do I get a choice in any of this?”

“No way, I’m desperate to see it.”

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spacexcowgirl · 3 years

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All About The Chase - F.W.

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N will do anything for her best friend—and crush—Fred Weasley. Even if that means fake dating him so he can catch the eye of her cousin.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Light swearing, one allusion to sex (blink and you’ll miss it), brief mention of intoxication (again, blink and you’ll miss it), super mean awful cousin, food, a little angsty with a happy ending,

A/N: For the anon who asked for Fred fake dating his friend to make her relative jealous! I decided to make her the twins age, and I may have went a little overboard with the cousin rivalry, but oh well. Thank you for feeding into my love of cliches! Also, I played around with using third person rather than second, it just felt right for this one. Pictures are from Pinterest.

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When Y/N was six years old, her parents—well, Santa—got her the most amazing art set. She had always liked to draw, and now she had an array of more colors than she could even really name. When her family was set to head to her Aunt’s house for Christmas dinner, she packed up all of her new markers, a stack of fresh paper, and a few of her drawings she was most proud of to show off.

The night had started wonderfully. She got a few more gifts from her grandparents, a beautiful doll from her aunt and uncle, and enough sweets and candy to last her months. When it was time to finally eat, Y/N left all of her new toys and her cherished art set in her relatives’ living room. Y/N doesn’t remember much about the dinner—why should she? It was a decade prior—but what she does remember vividly is the excitement that bubbled up in her tiny body when her mother suggested she go grab some of her artwork to show off.

Y/N slid out of her chair and raced into the living room. Only when she got there did she find all of her finished art completely destroyed, covered in scribbles from her new markers. Her brows had furrowed and her eyes welled with tears, and that’s when she heard it. The sinister little cackle of her cousin, Annalise. Y/N turned on her heels and saw the girl, uncapped marker in hand, looking at her as if she was the most pitiful thing in the world.

Y/N returned to dinner empty handed, claiming she had forgotten the drawings at home—even though her parents were certain she hadn’t. Annalise returned with an innocent smile and a portrait of their Nan in hand—one Y/N was certain she just made with her markers—and all of the adults cooed and awed at the small girl’s talent.

A few years later, Y/N was set to star in their primary school’s theater production. Looking back, she now recognized that her landing that part had little to do with any real talents she had, and more to do with how adults always seemed to fawn over her. She was always revered as ‘just the cutest little thing!’ Which evidently preceded talent at the ripe age of eight.

Right before she was set to go on stage and deliver her three lines (that’s all a star can really handle so young, right?), she found her angel wings shredded and her halo headband bent in half. The teacher didn’t have any time to fix her costume, so in a fluster she threw out her part all together, and sent Y/N to stand with the rest of the year 3 ensemble. It didn’t take long for Y/N to catch Annalise’s eye amongst the other students, only she was smirking. Y/N had to force her eyes back out onto the crowd and desperately search for her parents to keep herself from bawling on the spot.

As if things couldn’t get any worse between the pair of cousins, when Y/N was ten, her and her parents were astonished to find a letter tucked into their usual mail, accepting her into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The letter gave an answer to the many strange things Y/N had been able to make happen with her emotions alone, and her chest swelled with pride to learn just how special she truly was. Not to mention, this was finally her opportunity to escape Annalise once and for all.

Until, it wasn’t. Y/N didn’t know that Annalise was a witch as well until the two families spotted each other on the platform, preparing to send both of their daughters off. Neither parents had revealed the truths of their daughters abilities to the other prior, because they knew it must be kept with the upmost secrecy. Y/N’s parents and Annalise’s parents were overjoyed to know their little girls wouldn’t be all alone, and they had someone to share their apprehensions with. Y/N and Annalise were far less enthused by the news.

A little over five years later, Y/N sat in the Gryffindor Common room, rifling through beginning of the year work that had already been assigned. In the half-decade since she’d started at Hogwarts, she had managed to avoid Annalise as best she could. It turned out to be somewhat easy, seeing as they were sorted into different house. Still, whenever Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were forced into classes together, Y/N couldn’t help but feel dread pooling in her stomach. Annalise was always sure to make those classes a living hell for her.

Y/N’s attention was pulled from her work from the sound of a small group of people bounding into the common room. She glanced back over the couch, only to see her best friends—Fred and George—laughing and pushing each other around.

“She totally wants me!” Fred argued, a cocky grin alit on his face.

“Oh, please, she hates your guts, mate.” George teased back.

Fred looked as if he were about to respond, until his eyes met Y/N’s across the room. A more genuine smile found its way onto his face as he tugged his brother towards the couch, then plopped down next to her. George then took a seat in one of the chairs across from them. Y/N neatly gathered her work into a pile, knowing for certain there was no way she would make any progress with them around.

“Y/N, will you please tell my dear brother that your cousin is absolutely mad for me, she just has a different way of showing it?” Fred threw his arm lazily around the back of the couch, right behind her, as he looked at her expectantly.

Y/N couldn’t help the sour mood that the conversation immediately put her in. There was two reasons for this; one, the most obvious, any topic that involved Annalise always brought her down. She couldn’t help it, and she tried not to hate the girl, but everything about her was draining. The second reason was that Y/N was absolutely head over heels for Fred. She had been ever since he pranked Graham Montague for making her cry in third year. The idea of Fred and Annalise together was truly the epitome of her worst nightmare.

“I don’t know, she might really just hate you.” Y/N shrugged, doing her best to keep her voice even and her face straight. Her words caused Fred to scowl and George to erupt into fits of laughter.

“Oh come on, not you too!” Fred whined as he threw his head back.

“What do you even see in her anyways?” Y/N wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to the question, but she couldn’t help but ask it.

“Well, she’s quite fit.” This answer earned a swift slap to the arm from Y/N, which only made Fred snicker. “And!” He continued, persistent to point out that looks weren’t all he cared about. “She’s feisty, and smart. And, she acts completely not interested in me.”

“So that’s why you like her?” Y/N snorted.

“Ah, dearest Y/N, one day you’ll learn that it’s all about the chase.” Fred began to twiddle some of her hair between his fingers.

“There’s plenty of girls who aren’t interested in you! You could ‘chase’ any of them.” Y/N reasoned, batting his hand away.

“You’ve got that right.” George snorted, causing his brother to shoot him a glare.

“Well, even if that were true, I’ve got my sights set on her.” Fred shrugged.

“Well, if you really want Annalise to go out with you, you should just date me.” Y/N teased as she sat forward, beginning to pluck through her papers once again. When no one laughed or responded, she quickly shot her eyes up. “I’m only kidding.”

“No, no that could work.” Fred sat up abruptly and pointed a finger towards her. “Y/N, you’re a genius!”

“I’m really not.” Y/N shook her head quickly. “That might breach the list of dumbest things I’ve ever said.”

“Yeah, right, don’t forget we’ve been around you drunk, Y/L/N. That doesn’t even make the top ten.” George grinned at her, but her nerves kept her from even smiling at his little joke.

Y/N was growing desperate now, because neither of the twins were brushing off her silly joke. Fred was looking at her as if she just handed him the key to solve all of his problems, and George was doing nothing to tame his brother. Y/N glanced expectantly between the two of them as she drew her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Come on, what better way to make her jealous than to see me dating her cousin?”

Y/N had mentioned on occasion the way that Annalise always had to ruin everything for her as a child, but never in full detail. Some part of her knew if she had just been transparent about how truly awful the girl had treated her, Fred would never give Annalise a second glance. But now, he thought they were nothing more than cousins with a small childhood rivalry, and for that he could justify going after her.

“Please, Y/N,” Fred got down on his knees in front of her, dawning his best puppy dog eyes, and put his hands in a pleading gesture. “Be my fake girlfriend for a month—two, tops.”

Y/N chewed harder on her bottom lip as she gazed at him, already feeling her reluctance slipping away. She could never say no to him, especially when he looked so adorable. Y/n breathed out a sigh and dropped her head to look at her folded hands in her lap. All thoughts of self preservation and protecting her heart went out the door; she knew she would say yes to him.

“Fine.” Her voice was quiet, so much so that it took Fred a second to make sure he had heard her properly.

“Really? Just like that? I was about to start bribing you with sugar quills and a month of Herbology homework—”

“Well, if you’re offering—”

“Nope, too late. You agreed before I had to.” Fred grinned at the girl before swooping in and placing a kiss on her cheek. “Now, let’s set up some ground rules.”

Fred began to drone on about what they would and wouldn’t do. Things like holding hands in the corridors, sitting close at meals, kisses on the cheeks and forehead. Which pet names they would and wouldn’t use. Number one, though, was no kissing on the lips.

Y/N only listened halfheartedly as Fred rambled on, offering a slight head nod ever now and then to show she was in agreement. As Y/N thought over just what she had gotten herself into, she realized the next few weeks were going to be awful.

It didn’t take long for rumors of Fred and Y/N’s budding romance to swirl. She often found herself walking hand in hand with him through the corridors, light whispers trailing behind them. Often times, people she had hardly ever spoken to would come up to her and gush about how they always just knew Fred and her would be perfect together. Y/N would always politely smile, then wonder if they could hear her heartbreaking as loudly as she could.

To make matters worse, Fred was the perfect ‘boyfriend.’ Just as she always assumed he would be. He’d carry her books in one arm, swing their intertwined hands with the other, and walk her to each of her classes. At night, he’d sit with her in the library while she poured over her notes for the day—even though she knew he wanted nothing more than to be out pranking with George and Lee. She adored all of the extra time they were getting to spend together, until she’d remember that it was only temporary, and if he were lucky, he’d be doing all of these things with Annalise in a month.

It wasn’t until about three weeks into their agreement that Annalise approached her. Fred had walked her to potions that day, like he always did. He was making her laugh loudly, not caring at all about the many eyes upon them.

“It’s a wonder your mum didn’t ship you and George off when you were toddlers,” Y/n snorted. “It sounds like you two were menaces.”

“Oh, we were.” Fred nodded, a small grin on his face. “But I reckon we were the cutest babies she had so far, so she kept us around.”

Y/N snorted and rolled her eyes before nudging him lightly with her shoulder. They had finally made it to the potions classroom, so it was time for them to part. Fred handed her back her books and dropped her hand, but didn’t walk away until he had placed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Meet you outside of here after to walk to lunch?” He confirmed, but there was no need. It was the routine they had fallen into.

“Mhm.” Y/N gazed up at him, unable to contain the giddy smile on her lips. With that, he turned and began walking down the hallway, but not before shooting her a wink over his shoulder.

Y/N watched his retreating figure, a lovesick grin plastered to her face. Just when she had pulled herself from her daydreams and was about to enter the classroom, she ran hard into a firmly planted body.

“So, you and Weasley are pretty serious then, huh?” Annalise stood with her hands on her hips, a look that read as both disgust and amusement riddled on her face.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Y/N quickly recovered, hugging her books closer to her chest. This year, she had more classes with Annalise than any year prior, seeing as they both received a significant amount of O.W.L.s.

“Hm.” Annalise’s eyes trailed down the hallway where Fred had once been, before letting them snap back to Y/N. “Don’t know how you managed that.”

Y/N felt her blood run cold, but couldn’t find the energy within her to talk any further. So, she simply brushed past Annalise and into the classroom, ignoring the scoff that left Annalise’s lips when she pushed her out of the way. Y/N found her usual seat in the back and trained her eyes ahead, careful to keep her expression calm. That was, until Annalise slid into the seat next to her.

“What are you doing?” Y/N gaped at her. It wasn’t like they had assigned seats, but Y/N had always sat next to Patricia Stimpson. The girl was constantly fussing and nervous, always afraid to make a wrong move, but she certainly wasn’t the worst person Y/N could be stuck with.

“Asked Stimpson to trade seats.” Annalise shrugged nonchalantly, before a wicked grin grew on her face. “Figured we could get some good, cousin, bonding time.”

Y/N wanted to groan, but then Snape was gliding into the room and silencing everyone. She was certain this would be the longest lecture of her life.

When the class ended, Y/N didn’t wait for Fred outside. Instead, she had pushed up from her seat and hurried through the corridors, skipping lunch entirely to go wallow in her dorm room. Annalise had made the lecture a living hell, whether it be from snide comments she’d whisper over or by purposefully ruining their potion, then blaming it on Y/N. Internally, she cursed Fred—although it wasn’t really his fault—for putting her in the position to be in Annalise’s line of fire once again.

Y/N ended up avoiding Fred the rest of the day, scurrying between classes before he could find her. When she was finally done for the day, she wanted nothing more than to hide out in her dorm and cry. That’s exactly what she had started doing, too, before her door creeped open.

Y/N held her breath, assuming it was either Angelina or Alicia coming back before dinner. But, when her mattress dipped slightly from the weight of someone sitting down, she quickly spun around, coming face to face with Fred.

“Darling,” He cooed. It was a nickname he had taken to calling her ever since they started ‘dating,’ although no one was around now, and he was still using it. “What’s wrong? Have you been crying?”

“How’d you get in here?” Y/N croaked, avoiding his question entirely.

“Figured out how to get past the charm ages ago.” Fred rested a gentle hand on her knee. “Then, Ang gave me her key. Said she saw you run up her. So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? And why’ve you been avoiding me all day?”

At that, Y/N lost it once again. Tears began streaming down her face freely, and she quickly sat up and accepted Fred’s opened arms. He raked his fingers through her messy hair and let her cry on his shoulder, gently soothing her to a place where she’d be able to speak.

“It’s just…” It was on the tip of her tongue. Y/N wanted desperately to tell him the truth about how awful Annalise truly was. But, just like when she was younger and never ratted Annalise out, she just couldn’t now. She didn’t know why it was, but it always felt like if she spoke the words out loud, then Annalise had won. “I’ve just had an awful day.”

“Snape will do that to you.” Fred tutted, clearly assuming her change in behavior post-potions was brought on by the professor. “I’m sorry, love.”

Y/N sniffled a few more times into his shoulder, wishing desperately that he was holding her in a way that wasn’t platonic. She craved nothing more than for him to want her like she’d always wanted him. But that seemed to be just a fantasy. The muggle fairytales she had been told growing up weren’t real, and the wicked witch was winning.

“Why don’t we go for a walk, get some fresh air?” Fred pulled back to look over her face, concern filled in his eyes.

“But, you’re missing dinner…”

“Eh, the house elves love me. I’ll just sneak down to the kitchens and grab something later.” Fred shrugged, a small smile now growing on his face. “You and me, we can make a whole night of it. I’ll sneak some snacks up and we can watch one of those old muggle movies you love so much.”

While Y/N was far from being completely okay, the tenderness he was exhibiting towards her made her heart swell. She knew he had plans with George and Lee that night, some big prank on a few Slytherins, but here he was, throwing it all away for her. He gently reached out and cupped her cheek, brushing a few stray tears away with his thumb. Y/N avoided his eyes, afraid that they would communicate all of the non-platonic love she felt for him, then nodded.

“Perfect.” Fred grinned before jumping up and extended his hand out to her. “Well, let’s go.”

Fred guided her the whole way out of the castle, keeping her close as they walked through the grounds. The autumn air was cool, and at the very second that Y/N shivered, Fred was wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side.

They walked around and talked for a little over an hour, giddy smiles on their faces all the while. Fred made her laugh so hard she abandoned all thoughts of Annalise, her mind completely filled with the tall red head beside her. He just had this way about him that could make anything that was possibly wrong seem miniscule. He reminded her of everything good in the world.

Once the sun was fully down and the temperature had dropped significantly, the two could no longer justify being outside in the cold. Fred made a show of wrapping her hands in his own, rubbing them together to bring her some warmth, before guiding her back to the castle.

They parted ways shortly, just so Fred could sneak into the kitchens and Y/N could get the movie set up in the common room. She laid out a few blankets and pillows then pushed the couch back a bit, thankful that it was a Wednesday night and most students seemed to have already gone to bed. When Fred returned, he handed Y/N a plate of food then sat down cross-legged beside her, balancing his own plate in his lap.

Y/N started the movie and dug into her food, giggling lightly at Fred’s ravenous way of eating. He had certainly been hungry earlier, but she needed him, so evidently he pushed his hunger aside. When their plates were finished, they stacked them neatly on the table behind them, before completely turning their attention to the movie.

“Okay, wait, who’s the green girl again?” Fred questioned as he pointed towards the screen, brows furrowed.

“If you would pay attention, you would know.” Y/N giggled. “She’s the Wicked Witch of The West.”

“She’s supposed to be a witch?” Fred crinkled up his nose, confusion clear on his face. “I don’t know any green witches.”

“It’s a muggle movie, Fred.” Y/N lightly rolled her eyes.

“And who’s she?”

“Glinda, the good witch.”

“Okay, I definitely know witches don’t dress like that.” Fred teased, eyeing the woman on the screen’s frilly pink dress

“Maybe I should start.” Y/N giggled, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Think I could pull it off?”

“Darling, you’d look beautiful in anything.” Fred winked at her, causing her face to heat up. Some part of her knew it was nothing more than harmless joking, but she couldn’t help the way he lit something alive within her.

“Ya think?” Y/N scooted a bit closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder so he couldn’t see her giddy smile.

“I know.” His voice was soft, and the two of them remained quiet for the next few scenes of the movie.

At some point, the two of them had shifted to lay down in order to get more comfortable on the floor. Fred was laying on his back with one hand behind his head, the other resting idly in between them. Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, her face down by his feet. Every little bit her eyes would light up and she’d glance back to tell him that her favorite part was coming up, only for him to realize that every part seemed to be her favorite part. Still, he never pointed that out, but instead just smiled fondly at her and nodded.

“Ugh.” Y/N grimaced, a slight shiver running down her spine. “Those monkeys always terrified me when I was little.”

“Oh yeah?” Fred sat up now, leaning closer to her. “You scared now?”

“Psh, no.” Y/N rolled her eyes and glanced back over at him, only to find him slowly inching towards her. She pointed a finger out warningly. “Fred, don’t.”

It was no use, Fred’s hands latched themselves to her sides and began tickling her feverishly. Y/N squealed and tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but it was no use. In the process, she had flipped over onto her back and was now kicking her legs out, trying to get him to stop, but that only egged him on further.

“You sure you’re not scared, Y/L/N?” Fred teased. “I could comfort you, if you were.”

“Freddie! Stop!” Y/N breathed out, tears beginning to pool in her eyes from her laughter.

Y/N now had the front of his jumper balled in her fists, trying desperately to get him to stop. After another minute, he did, and her wriggling ceased. Still, he loomed over top of her while she gripped onto his jumper tightly. Both of them were silent as they stared into each other’s eyes, faces only inches apart. For half a second, Y/N swore she saw Fred’s eyes flicker down to her lips, but then she convinced herself she must have dreamed it.

The sounds of the movie seemed to draw them back to the present, and Y/N let go of Fred’s jumper, causing him to sit up. She followed suit, clearing her throat in hopes of easing the tension between them. Fred was never one to let any awkwardness linger, so he nudged her with his elbow before laying back down in the spot he had been before.

“Cuddle up, Y/N. I’ll keep you safe from the big scary winged monkeys.” He winked as he opened his arms for her.

Y/N rolled her eyes lightly, trying desperately to calm the nerves in her stomach, before obliging and cuddling into his side. She let her head rest on his chest, her hand placed just over his heart, as he tightened his arm around her. Y/N found that she couldn’t pay attention to the rest of the movie, what with Fred pulling a blanket up around them and gently stroking her hair. She was lulled to sleep by the action, finding that she wished every night, she could fall asleep in his arms.

The two were startled awake the next morning by a bout of loud laughter. As Y/N quickly sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she spotted George, fully dressed in his school uniform, gazing down at them with an amused grin. Fred groaned from where he still laid on the floor, pulling a pillow over his face to block out the light.

“And what’s this?” George cocked his head to the side. “You guys are really taking this ‘fake dating’ thing pretty seriously. Honestly, you’ve got me convinced.”

Fred shot up quickly at that, nervously looking around the common room to make sure no one heard. When he realized it was only the three of them, he let out a breath of relief.

“Come off it, will you? We just fell asleep after watching a movie.” Fred shot his brother a glare.

Y/N felt sick at the reminder that everything between them was fake. Every little moment she had foolishly convinced herself could mean something more was nothing but wishful thinking. Drawing in a deep sigh, Y/N forced herself up and gestured for Fred to move with a flick of her wand. Once he obliged, she flicked her wand again and gathered all of the blankets and pillows before pushing the couch back. Without another word, she stalked back up the steps to her dorm, and prepared herself for another long day.

When Y/N arrived to the potions classroom, her stomach dropped at the sight of Annalise once again in the seat next to her usual one. She gazed around the room, grumbling slightly when she realized she had no other choice but to sit next to the girl.

“Wow, you look like hell.” Annalise sneered when she trudged over.

“Probably because I was up all night with Fred.” Y/N shot back, before truly registering her words. “Not… Not like that.”

Annalise snorted at the insinuation and rolled her eyes. It seemed she was about to say something, no doubt some snide comment, but was cut off by Snape walking into the room. Y/N straightened up and began to listen to the professor drone on, her stomach twisting in knots when she realized what that day’s lecture would entail. A cauldron sat at the front of the classroom, an alluring steam rising off of it. Y/N knew, it was Amortentia.

After giving a brief lecture on it, Snape used his wand to lift the cauldron in the air, slowly letting it stop by each desk for the students to gaze at. He appeared completely uninterested by the kids’ excitement from what they smelled. Finally, it arrived at Y/N and Annalise’s table.

Y/N leaned forward and took a breath in, her nose being filled with the scent of fireworks, chocolate, and the shampoo Fred used. She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms, not needing the reminder that she felt so deeply for someone who didn’t return her affections.

Annalise leaned forward and breathed in a deep breath, a dreamy smile gracing her face. Her eyes flickered towards the front of the classroom, finding Snape deep in conversation with another Ravenclaw student. Quickly, she pulled an empty glass bottle from her bag and dipped it into the cauldron, filling it entirely.

“What’re you doing?” Y/N hissed, sitting up abruptly.

“I’m gonna use it as perfume. So everyone smells what they’re attracted to on me, and wants to be around me.” Annalise shrugged, placing a cork on the bottle and sliding it back into her bag. Y/N knew she could get in loads of trouble for carrying such a dangerous and potent potion, yet she didn’t speak up to turn her in. “Professor Snape, we’re all done back here!”

And with that, Snape was whisking the cauldron away and carrying on with his lecture. Y/N watched Annalise out of the corner of her eye, certain she was up to something from the glint in her eye. Still, like always, she stayed silent.

A week later, all thoughts of Annalise’s odd behavior had completely left Y/N’s mind. She was so caught up in falling for Fred even more each day, she could hardly focus on anything else. The fact that he hadn’t brought up Annalise once since their movie night didn’t go unnoticed to her, and she found herself chasing the familiar hope that maybe he was starting to fall for her too.

“I’ve gotta catch up with Georgie and Lee—they’re still mad I ditched them last week.” Fred informed her as he finished his dinner. “Catch you later?”

She nodded, a bright smile lighting up her face when he swooped down and kissed her cheek before hurrying off. Y/N was so in a daze that she didn’t even notice someone slide in the seat beside her, occupying the space Fred was once in.

“Ah, so you two are still together, are you?” Annalise spoke up, making her presence known. She wore a devilish grin as she feigned a casual act, picking at her nails.

“Obviously.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What a shame, I just hate to be the one to tell you this.” She sighed.

“Tell me what?” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she turned to look at Annalise full on.

“Well, I’ve been wearing my perfume, you see.” She craned her neck and circled her hand, gesturing for Y/N to lean in and take a whiff. The smell was undeniable, and as much as she hated being in the presence of her cousin, it kept her reeled in. “Smell Freddie, do you?”

“Why do you care?” Y/N gritted her teeth, hating the way his nickname sounded coming from her mouth.

“Because, he doesn’t smell you.” Annalise shrugged. “In fact, what was it he told me he smelled? Right, fresh ink, my peach shampoo, and… Oh, I can’t remember. It was so hard to pay attention while he was snogging me in that broom closet.”

Y/N instantly dropped the utensils in her hand, ignoring the way they clattered to the ground. The sound drew a few eyes towards them, and Annalise simply smirked at her cousin. Y/N could feel tears welling behind her eyes, but she was also angry. At Fred, for not just telling her that he had finally gotten what he wanted. And at Annalise, for always being so dead set on ruining everything for her.

“What did I ever do to you?” Y/N heard her voice crack, and she felt just as pathetic as Annalise wanted her to feel. When she spoke again, her tone increased significantly. “Why must you always ruin everything for me?”

Some part of her knew she shouldn’t be freaking out, because this had always been the plan. She knew Annalise could never let anything be hers, so she should simply take it in stride and move on. But she couldn’t. She had been so sure that Fred and her were starting to build something real, that she’d finally be with the boy she’d crushed on for years, and now all of that hope was shattered.

“I’m just being a good cousin.” Annalise slapped a hand to her chest, feigning some sort of dignity that she certainly didn’t have. “Really, he was bound to cheat on you at some point. I just made it happen sooner rather than later. You should be thanking me.”

Y/N reached for her wand and gripped it tightly in her fist, ready to point it at her and fire off whatever hex came to mind. In an instant, fear was in Annalise’s eyes and she was cowering back. Professor McGonagall was now rushing forward, shouting her surname and ordering her to stop. In response, Y/N lowered her wand and wiped at her eyes, forcing none of her tears to fall.

“You know what, you’re not even worth it.”

And with that, she was marching out of the Great Hall, ignoring any calls of her name.

When Y/N made it back to the common room, she found George, Lee, and Fred gathered around a small table in the corner. A few other students were littered throughout the room, as well. Y/N almost just stormed right up to her dorm, intent on never speaking to Fred again, but she was sick of always letting people treat her like rubbish. So, right as she made it to the base of the steps, she turned on her heels and marched to their table, causing all of their eyes to fall on her.

“Hello, love—”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Fred. “Godric, I know I agreed to help the two of you get together, but cheating on me? Leaving me embarrassed in front of the whole school? What is wrong with you?”

Lee and George glanced at each other with wide eyes before signally towards their steps and quietly sneaking away. This left Fred in open-mouthed shock, gaping at Y/N in all of her fury.

“I don’t know what—”

“And don’t even tell me how it wasn’t really cheating, because we weren’t really together, I know. But the rest of the school doesn’t know that! Annalise doesn’t know that! And now you’ve fed directly into her only wish of making my life utterly horrible.” Y/N fumed, although her hands were shaking slightly. “So, congrats Fred. You finally got the girl. And Annalise got what she wanted, too. Looks like you two are perfect for each other.”

After saying her piece, she quickly turned around and began making her way back towards her steps. She ignored the many sets of bewildered eyes on her, too angry and hurt to even care. She was only stopped by the feeling of Fred gripping onto her wrist and spinning her back around to face him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Fred searched her eyes. “I didn’t cheat on you, fake or not.”

“But—”

“Annalise yanked me into a broom closet earlier, asking me to smell her neck like a bloody lunatic. So, I did, because I’m always enticed by strange offers.” He quipped with a smile, but when Y/N shot him a pointed look, he became serious once again. “Not the time? Right, okay. So, I smelled her, and I asked if she cornered me in there just to tell me she nicked your perfume, and she got all huffy, so I left. I didn’t cheat on you. I didn’t even mention it because it was too weird to explain.”

“You…” The words got caught in Y/N’s throat, all of her anger leaving her body. “You smelled my perfume?”

“Yeah, and faintly my mum’s roast, but I didn’t question it.” Fred shrugged. “Why?”

Y/N slowly raised a hand up to her mouth, gazing between where his hand still held her wrist and his eyes. Fred had never been very good at potions, so she knew just saying Annalise was wearing ‘Amortentia’ would explain very little.

“She was wearing a love potion, Fred.” Y/N spoke up, much quieter than before. “You smell what you’re attracted to in it.”

In an instant, Fred’s face was a bright shade of red and he quickly dropped her wrist. His eyes dipped down as he avoided her gaze, and Y/N realized this was the first time she’d ever seen him nervous.

“I…” Fred struggled to find words. “I don’t—I mean, I do… But I didn’t want you to—”

“Ask me what I smell in mine.” Y/N urged, cutting off his rambling. Fred shot his head back up at that, looking at her quizzically.

“What do you smell in yours?” There was a hopeful glint behind his eyes, though his words were soft.

“Fireworks, chocolate…” Y/N took a step closer to him. “And your shampoo.”

The second that Fred fully registered what her words meant, he was closing the distance between the two of them. Y/N let out a shocked giggle as he wrapped her up in his arms, pressing his lips fully to hers for the first time. Although she had seen fireworks before, and she had smelled them almost every time Fred and George were around, neither compared to what it was like to feel fireworks. Y/N’s arms wound around his neck as she pulled him closer to her, prepared to live in the moment forever if she could.

When they pulled apart, there was nothing left either of them had to say. Fred could apologize for putting her through hell for the past few weeks, and Y/N could apologize for being so harsh, but that didn’t matter to either of them at the moment. All that mattered, was they both finally realized what had always been right in front of them.

Very early on in the start of Y/N and Fred’s real relationship, she finally opened up to him about just how awful Annalise really was. His jaw clenched at everything she told him, and he quickly expressed that he never would’ve wanted to be with her had he known. Y/N assured him she didn’t care, because this time, Annalise truly lost.

Although Y/N had been quick to brush off her feud with her cousin, telling Fred it was best to just leave it alone, she couldn’t say she was surprised when she walked into the Great Hall one morning, finding Annalise cowering at her table with neon green hair. It was the exact shade she had used when they were six to ruin Y/N’s drawing. While Fred and George vehemently denied any involvement in the prank, Y/N simply placed a short kiss to Fred’s lips, and quietly thanked him.

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Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving S/O (SFW)

I accidentally deleted the ask, but here’s what was requested: @hey-its-spades : Hello! For Levi, Lucifer, and Satan if you dont mind uwu . Mc has a knack for plants and has taken it upon themselves to put plants everywhere. ( hanging from ceilings,crawling ivy on outside walls,in the kitchen, library, even luci's study.) All the rooms look a liytle greener and None of them say anything but the student body is saying that it makes the old place look alive and home-y. It makes mc really happy.

Oh I adore this ask! SFW, with a GN! reader. I’m assuming by student body you mean the HoL residents? Since almost nobody outside the household residents visit there. I got really carried away with Levi and the Lucifer angst as well-

My vampire poll for the OM characters

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Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving Reader (SFW)

Prologue/basics for all of them:

Ever since you came to the HoL, you decided that it was too....lifeless.

Sure, there were bright candles lighting the halls, but the house was devoid of any life, besides the brothers and Henry.

So you took it upon yourself to decorate, of course!

While many human world plants didn’t fare well in the Devildom due to the poor soil quality, Lord Diavolo had agreed to bring you enchanted soil, guaranteed to grow any plant.

Regardless of temperature or sunlight needs, whatever plant grew in that soil would flourish to its upmost potential.

Asmo had a great deal of amusement with you decorating, advising you on what colors would fit specific areas of the household, and what species of flowers would bring beautiful symbolism as well.

In the house’s entryway, you left a pair of Strelitzia nicolai (giant bird of paradise) plants, as they added a subtle flair.

With long, stemmed leaves, it contributed a touch of elegance and flair.

On the a few windowsills, you had placed Begonia rex-coltorum (Rex begonias), their dark, vivid, colors standing out.

You had planted crawling ivy on the outside walls, making the house seem more inviting.

Lucifer:

Lucifer hadn’t minded your redecoration, as it had matched well with the house’s aesthetic, adding to the beauty.

In fact, he had quite enjoyed seeing you pore over catalogues and books, deciding which one would fit the space best.

Over the next few weeks, he watched as the House of Lamentation became brighter, more colorful.

It was a nice change, he thought.

However, he was surprised when he had woken up in his study, rose bushes in the corners of his study.

Deep, red roses greeted him as he surveyed his study with a pleased smile.

It was no secret Lucifer adored roses, and he was appalled when he had first arrived in the Devildom, as the soil quality was so poor, it could hardly grow anything.

Which meant he couldn’t grow roses, one of his favorite flowers.

The fact that you had thought about him, and wanted to gift him such a beautiful display, greatly moved the stoic demon.

Making his way to one of the bushes, he took off his gloves and knelt down on one knee.

The soft, sweet fragrance immersed his senses, filling him with memories of laughter, smiles, serenity, and Lilith.

Roses were her favorite flower.

As the memories flooded his mind, Lucifer suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of longing, and his vision became blurred.

He remembered the way Lilith used to brighten up when helping him with his garden, an eager grin ever-present on her face.

The way she would make him a colorful bouquet of roses whenever Michael had given him more stressful tasks than usual.

He quickly wiped a stray tear that had fallen from one of his eyes, and calmed himself.

Taking one of the velvety flowers in his hand, Lucifer gently brought his lips to the flower head, leaving a soft kiss, almost as if it was Lilith’s forehead.

The next time you went over to his study for some tea, he brought you into his arms, bringing you close to him.

Kissing your cheek, he lets a small smile break through his usually-serious facade.

“Thank you for the roses, my love. They compliment my study’s aesthetic nicely.”

Placing a small kiss on your neck, he smirked.

“Perhaps I can thank you with a date tonight?”

Leviathan:

Levi actively enjoyed watching you redecorate the HoL.

It was like one of his favorite games, The Grims! (Yes that was a terrible pun for The Sims.)

He had listened with interest as you went off on the best plants that would fit his aesthetic, and would match well with water.

What caught his attention, was when you brought up the topic of bio luminescent plants.

Of course, they weren’t naturally grown in the human world, but scientists had recently found a way to genetically modify tobacco plants.

In doing so, they had spliced the genes with four fungus genes related to bio luminescence, then carefully cultivated them.

From a seedling to maturity, the plants presented a small glow, visible to the naked eye.

The gene modification had no harmful effects on the plants, and the only difference between the lab-modified plants and wild plants, were height.

The entire time you had explained the plant’s origins passionately, Levi sat in awe, watching as you had gestured your hands in an excited fashion.

So this is what you meant when you had said you enjoyed him being so passionate about an anime or game.

At first, Levi had thought you were merely exaggerating to cheer him up, but as he looks at you now, eyes shining with delight, he understood.

You decided that since you were decorating the HoL, you would decorate Levi’s room as well.

You didn’t have access to the bio-luminescent plants, but you decorated his rooms to the nines nonetheless.

So, you had pooled together your money and resources, to create a mini lily pond for him!

You had miraculously gotten him out of the house, for a cosplay con, in which you had ‘accidentally’ forgotten to buy yourself a ticket.

Which we all know is a lie, you had just not bought one for yourself in order to stay at home, assembling the pond with Solomon’s help.

It was small, enough to fit around 6-7 lily pads/lotuses.

You had carefully grown the lily pads in your room, watching as they eventually bloomed into light, almost ethereal flowers.

By the time Levi came home, you had just finished cleaning up, getting the mud washed from your hands and arms.

Upon seeing the lily pond, Levi’s eyes were wide with amazement and shock.

You created and did this, for him?

Absolutely sets down his handfuls of merch, (gently, mind you) and silently steps over to you.

He does his best to hug you like in anime, wanting you to know how much he appreciates this.

Yes, it may be awkward, but it warms your heart knowing that he stepped out of his comfort zone, just to thank you.

He’s too embarrassed to say it while looking at you, but you can hear his voice as he rests his head against yours.

As he pulls away, a blush is evident on his face, his head turned to the side as he awkwardly places his hand against the back of his neck.

“T-thank you, Y/n. It’s a b-beautiful lily pond.”

Satan:

He fully supported your botanical excursion

After all, he’s always had an affinity for plants.

Whether it be for potions, poisons, or mere decor, Satan had a green thumb, through and through.

If his room weren’t full of books, scriptures, and all sorts of literature, he’d fill it with various plants.

So when you had announced that you were going to re-decorate the HoL with various flora, he was buzzing with excitement.

He gathered every human botanical book he knew of, and started leaving them for you on your desk.

Within a week, you had stacks upon stacks of books, knowledge ready at your disposal.

And so you began to research.

Satan was considerate to leave footnotes in a few of them, like what type would pair well with what color schemes, etc.

You smiled while reading through them, seeing Satan’s elegant handwritten flow across the pages.

Within a few weeks, you had skimmed through the books, thoroughly reading a handful of them.

After ordering the plants you wanted on Azukon, (courtesy of Lord Diavolo’s credit card-) you were eagerly anticipating their arrival.

Especially because a few ‘special items’ were in the package.

After all, you wanted to thank Satan properly for his help.

When the various flora arrived, you had carefully cultivated each of them, encouraging their growth.

Satan had assisted you, monitoring their progress, and making sure none of his brothers ruined them.

The following weekend, Satan had a student council meeting planned, as did the rest of the brothers.

Which left you with the perfect opportunity to set up Satan’s gifts.

In his room, you had placed Senecio rowleyanus (string of pearls) plants, their bright green globes spilling over the bookshelves.

Along with that, were lavender candles, with dried lavender crushed inside.

After all, Satan had always (usually) been the most level-headed out of his brothers, despite his title.

He’s much more than the avatar of wrath, and has gone through painstaking time and trials to overcome that.

That’s why you had picked lavender, which without a doubt, would be noticed by Satan.

When he had come back from the meeting, he was already in a pissy mood, as things didn’t go as planned, ending in an argument between the brothers.

However, when he stepped into his room, seeing lavender candles lit, and garlands of plants over the bookshelves, he immediately broke out in a smile.

A real, genuine smile.

Seeing you sitting on his bed, lavender candles lit, plant garlands stringing down from the bookshelves, it was almost like one of the romance novels he had read...

Quickly, he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you until you were laughing for him to stop.

Finally setting you down to gently kabeddon you, he playfully kisses the corner of your lips.

“Thank you my love, these are absolutely beautiful. I shall preserve these for all eternity.”

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Me for Me.

A/N: I personally struggle with a lot of these insecurities so if anyone else does please know my inbox is always open.

Summary: Y/N is closed off and Tom finds out why.

Warnings: Couple of swear words.

W/C: 2K.

At first Tom thought he’d upset you in some way or another without meaning to. You’d been cast in a film together and while you were always pleasant, he found it difficult to get close to you. When he’d asked you if there was anything he’d done you’d laughed and said no, said that he didn’t need to worry. Every time he tried to hang out after set you’d politely reject and make your way back to your trailer. He decided he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Hey, Jane.” He collared your agent as she was walking past.

“Tom, what can I do for you?” She replied, Jane was lovely.

“I was just wondering if I’d upset Y/N somehow and she won’t tell me what I did.” He asked as he scratched the back of his neck.

“She hasn’t said anything why?”

“Well, I don’t know she just seems difficult to get close to, like we have a laugh on set but then when I try and do something outside of set she just disappears.” Tom said as Jane sighed.

“Look Tom, Y/N’s like that a lot of the time, she’s quite closed off. It’s not my place to talk about it though.” She said with a sad smile and Tom sighed.

“Is she still in her trailer?” He asked and she nodded as he made his way towards your trailer and knocked, you looked shocked when you saw him standing there.

“Tom, hey, what are you doing here?” You asked with furrowed brows.

“Any chance we can talk?” He asked and you hesitantly nodded as you let him into your trailer.

“What’s wrong, did you wanna go over some stuff from the script?”

“No, I actually just came to talk to you.”

“Oh.” You said as you both sat down.

“Look, if I’ve upset you please will you tell me. I really feel like I’ve missed something.” He said as he sighed.

“You haven’t done anything, look I just struggle to let people in, that’s all.” You said as you smiled at him and he nodded.

“Wanna talk about it? We don’t have to if you don’t want.” He said and there was something about the way he said it. Something seemed safe about telling him, that he wouldn’t tell anyone else and you really enjoyed working with him, he was a really nice guy. You sighed as you spoke.

“I just have a lot of insecurities you know. I’ve had a lot of people use me in this industry to get where they want to be and then cut me off like we never knew each other.” You swallowed and he looked at you as you spoke, attention fully on you. You felt tears brim your eyes as you carried on.

“I’ve had people that claim to be my friends talk shit about me and then when I asked them about it they just said that everybody talks shit behind everyone’s back regardless of who they are to them. Which I get it, your anger gets the better of you sometimes and I can understand that but some of the things they said had nothing to do with anything I did to them, it was about my looks or my acting, that sort of stuff. That started a lot of insecurities for me, I always fear that people don’t actually like me or that they put up with me for a short time before I bore them.” You let a few tears slip as you spoke and sniffled.

“I feel like I’ve never really had a best friend you know. Never really had someone who gets me, never really had someone who itches to tell me things first. It sounds so childish but I just wanna be someone’s first thought for once you know. Even the boyfriends I’ve had have treated me like that.” You were crying now as you let it all out, knees pulled up to your chest and you felt guilty for a second. Tom probably didn’t wanna hear this.

But you were wrong Tom did want to hear this because now he understood. You won’t get close to him or anyone else because you’re scared that they’ll turn out like everyone else. He understood now that all you really wanted was a friend, someone who would stick by you and tell you when you’d annoyed them or upset them, not talk shit behind your back. You wanted people in your life you knew you could trust but so many people had let you down that you’d become guarded. Tom moved towards you and moved your legs so he could pull you into his chest as you cried.

“Hey, it’s not childish to want a proper friend you know.” He said as he rubbed your back. “I get it, you don’t want people to hurt you so you don’t give them the chance and I understand that. I want to help, be someone you can rely on, call a friend. I care you know, I came here to find you because I care.” He said as he continued to rub your back as you cried into his chest.

You cried for a while before you eventually calmed yourself down and Tom didn’t let go for a second, he just held you because that’s what you needed. You’d expected him to get bored and leave you crying to yourself. When you’d composed yourself you pulled away from him as you wiped your nose on your hoodie and sniffled.

“I’m sorry about your shirt.” You laughed as you gestured to the puddle of tears you’d left there.

“It’s fine. I’m sorry my prying made you cry so much.” He said and it was sincere, he meant it.

“It wasn’t really you. I’ve just kept it in for so long you know. It felt good to get it out. No one’s ever really asked me about it.” You said, it was true no one had taken it upon themselves to find out why you only ever interacted with people on set. Maybe he did care.

“We get on so well on set I genuinely want to spend time with you outside of it you know. I would love to wind down properly with you, laugh about the shit that’s gone wrong, you know.” He laughed as he moved a few strands of hair out of your face and you sniffled again.

“God, I must look a right state.” You laughed. “Listen, I’m sorry if I’ve been standoffish I just don’t wanna put myself in that position again. I would love to do all those things but I’ve just held myself back you know.” You sniffled again and he nodded.

“Well I am prepared to show you that you can trust me and it’s okay if that takes time, I just wanna get to know you.” He smiled and it seemed so genuine you nodded, he seemed like a safe place you’d not found in a while.

He did prove to you that he cared. He invited you to so much, he seemed genuinely interested in you and your life, work, anything. You became inseparable on and off set, you really did become best friends, you even considered his brother a best friend and it made you feel so good to be able to have people around but of course, filming wrapped up, press tours were done and the movie was out. You became filled with the dread that this would be it, he was gonna drift away now.

You were sat at home thinking about the last time you’d heard from Tom and it had been almost a week but you knew he was busy and you hadn’t reached out either. You were pulled from your thoughts when your phone vibrated. Tom. You quickly answered.

“Hi.” You said probably overly excited.

“Hey. I’m so sorry I’ve not called or texted this week, I’ve been so busy seeing family and getting shit sorted at home.” He said and you smiled.

“No it’s fine, I didn’t call or text you either.” You reasoned.

“Yeah but I said I’d call and I didn’t forget I just ran out of time most days and it’d be way too late at night to call you.” He explained.

“Tom, it’s fine.” You laughed.

“Listen, I’m your way again in a couple days, you wanna hang out? I miss you and I know Harry does too.”

“That sounds amazing.” He wanted to see you. He really does care. You by this point of course had a crush on him and you didn’t know if he felt the same but it didn’t matter because he was just being the one thing you really wanted and needed: a best friend.

You met up with the boys as planned and it was amazing. You had a lot of fun and when they were heading back to their hotel Tom had asked if you wanted to go for dinner the night after and of course you agreed. So here you were, sat in a nice restaurant, enjoying the best company.

“So Y/N, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” He said as he looked at you and you smiled.

“Anything.”

“Look, when we first started hanging out I really enjoyed it, you were funny and we got on so well that at some point I started to like you. I didn’t wanna make it seem like that was why I was getting close to you because it wasn’t, the crush came after the friendship. I know you don’t like letting people in and I respect that but I would love it if you could let me in, you know completely. Let me be there for you as partner and a best friend.” He said and you felt tears brim your eyes.

He’d gotten to know you and then started to like you. He didn’t base it off your looks, he based it off your personality, something you’d not had before. Most men had wanted to date you and then didn’t want to get to know you. But Tom was the opposite and it filled you with a happiness that you’d never felt before.

“If you don’t like me back, that’s fine but at least I’ll know. It won’t change anything, I’ll still be here as much as I am now.” He finished and you smiled at him.

“So you like me for me?” You asked.

“I really really do. Of course, you’re beautiful on the outside but that doesn’t compare to how beautiful you are on the inside. Like I said, I really did come to find you that day because I cared and I wanted a friendship. I developed my crush on you a couple of months later. I’ve always found you attractive make no mistake about that but getting to know you was amazing because you are an amazing person.” He said.

“I really like you too.” You said and he grinned.

“So you wanna make a go of it? I promise things won’t change, I really do like you for you.”

“Yeah, I wanna make a go of it.” You said and he smiled as he leant over the table to give you a kiss to which you happily returned.

Tom really did prove a lot to you, he was there for you all the time and he showed you what it was like to be loved properly, you made new friends through him, people you could trust and people who didn’t let you down and for the first time in a long time you were genuinely happy with your life.

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