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† Reborn in Sin ⸸ | Sneak peak | PJM

† Reborn in Sin ⸸ sneak peak

✞PAIRING: demon!jimin x fem!reader

✞ 【SUMMARY】: for years jimin was your constant and loyal companion in the church, a shining example of humility and compassion. but when he was tragically taken from the world before he could experience life, his heart was filled with anger and resentment. and so, in a moment of weakness, he struck a deal with the devil, trading his soul for a second chance at life. but when he returned, he was no longer your kind and devoted boy you once knew.

✞ 『GENRE』: dark ✟ supernatural ✟ fantasy ✟ angst ✟ smut

✞ RATING: 18+ / minors do not interact

✞ WORD COUNT: loading...

✞ [WARNINGS/TAGS] : dead dove, dark, death, manipulation, corruption (kink?), church & religion, blasphemy & desecration, [oral(m) - not with reader, headpusher jimin, face fucking, spit play], dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, dubcon, public fingering, exhibitionism, sexual "nightmares" & hallucinations, mind games, jimin is the worst & the BIGGEST warning!!!!, oral(f), cunt drunk jimin, unprotected sex, rough sex, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, unrealistic amount of cum lmao, cum play, betrayal, mind break

✞ NOTE: hi beautiful people!!! this story was written for the @btsfests writing fest. actually this is the first time i publish my writing and omg ahcbdjs i'm so nervous while writing this note. i always wrote for myself and my closest friends but thanks to bts fests and their never ending encouraging words i decided to show off my writing. this little part is the reason why i started writing this whole story and i hope you'll like it just as much as i enjoyed writing every word. :] this demon jimin is the most cunty & selfish character i've written so far so yall better prepare yourselves ajfnsjxnsjs

english is not my native language, but despite that i'll write and communicate in english. please if you see an error in my writing or grammar lmk!! <3

my dearest beta read: @liveyun 🐢♡

COMING SOON

❗this is the darkest fic i've ever written so please read all the warnings before reading❗

The delicate chimes of the church bell echoed softly through the cavernous rafters, casting an unsettling shadow over Jimin’s mind. Like ghostly whispers emanating from the very walls and pillars of the church, the sounds seemed to taunt him. Whispering to him that he no longer belonged in this sacred space.

He couldn’t believe how he used to devour Father Seokjin’s every word, eagerly drinking up his sermons like it was the finest wine he ever tasted. In this very church, where he had spent countless hours sitting in the pews, Jimin felt like a stranger in the world he once called home.

He looked to his left and gazed upon the sweet, delicate flower — the very reason why he was there. Innocence shining in your eyes, your eyelashes fluttered like the softest butterfly wings. Sitting next to him with hands clasped tightly together in your lap, you looked as pure as new snow, listening to the mass.

Oh, how much he forced himself to resist the urge to reach out and ruin you right then and there. To feel the delicate petals of your innocence as they crumpled beneath his fingers. But he was going to do so slowly, savoring every moment of your fall from grace.

So, he grit his teeth and forced himself to endure the priest’s words and the choir’s music, at least, for a while.

Despite his best efforts, this place was as dull and lifeless as the stones that made up its walls. He spent half of his life trapped within these confines, he knew every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of light, every word and phrase of the Bible that was engraved in his mind, the product of countless wasted years.

Jimin raised a hand to his face, tracing each perfect curve of his newly manicured nails, scrutinizing them from every angle. He raised an eyebrow in anticipation, marveling at Hoseok’s handiwork.

He couldn’t wait to make another deal with the bastard later.

You noticed his attention was drifting and Jimin’s reverie was broken by a gentle tap on his shoulder, causing his thoughts to come crashing down around him like a house of cards. He turned to see your confused eyes peering up at him, your delicate lips murmuring a soft “pray”.

He couldn’t help but mentally roll his eyes. Oh, you were so annoying. He was going to make you pay for all the stress and frustration that he had to go through and endure because of you.

Jimin lowered his head and with a deep breath, closed his eyes, pretending as if he was lost in prayer, his mind far from it. Wandering anywhere but there.

As you finally turned back to offer your own prayers, he couldn’t resist and raised his eyes, glancing back at you.

And he was so fucked.

You were a sight to behold, more divine than the sacred paintings that adorned the walls of this church.

As your eyes drifted shut, your lashes like feathers of a sleeping bird, delicately brushed the curves of your eyes. The soft radiance of the lights danced upon your face, creating a tender veil of shadows that caressed your skin.

Your lips moved in silent devotion as you murmured in such sincerity, clutching the Holy Book tightly in your hands. And he swears, he could feel his dick twitch just at the sight.

You were so breakable, so vulnerable and so fucking beautiful.

Yeah, he was so fucked. So lost in you.

Park’s burning desires had been building to a crescendo in the last few days, a boiling point that seemed to threaten to engulf him whole. He felt like his longing for you was an aching fire that was on the verge of exploding. The mere sight of you at the church was a powerful trigger to him, fanning the flames for this fire.

And he thought it was ridiculous.

He couldn’t believe how he couldn’t control himself, his body yearning for yours, needing to stain the purity of your grace, to spread his sin all around your soul. To corrupt the sacredness of who you were with the foulness of who he had become.

He glanced around and took in the sights and sounds of the church, noticing that everyone was enraptured by the mass. Their focus was solely on the priest at the cathedral, their attention directed nowhere else.

With a subtle smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, he slipped closer to you and your sweet scent filled his nostrils; making him feel intoxicated. He knew exactly what he had to do; a little play won’t hurt anyone.

Jimin’s touch was like a gentle caress of a summer breeze, soft and tender, caressing your skin like the lightest of kisses. Your eyes flicked open, searching for the source of such unexpected warmth.

And there he was, with his legs crossed, - his gaze fixed on you with such intensity that always made your cheeks warm for some reason – one arm resting comfortably on his elbow on the church pew, the other continuing to idly play with the soft fabric of your long skirt.

You never wore anything revealing; preferring modesty over anything else, however this time, you felt utterly exposed as his eyes roamed over your form like that. Jimin always enjoyed this, stripping away your layers one by one, revealing the true you that lay beneath.

Slowly he drew near, his aura spreading like a thick mist, wrapping around you. The scent of his cologne swirled around as his body pressed against yours, his knee gently nudging yours. His warm breath brushed against your cheeks, like the caress of a dead night.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Keep praying." You looked at his hand, still playing with your skirt, unsure of what to say. Jimin’s voice was calm and soft, yet, there was something about his dark eyes that made you feel uneasy. Like he was biding his time, planning his next move.

It clearly made you uncomfortable, but you were too naive to say anything, too afraid to speak your mind, not to mention that you were sure Jimin would never do anything wrong, so you turned back again and closed your eyes to pray.

But what you didn’t know was that you were already entangled by the snake’s coils; Jimin waited for the moment when you would break. He was so curious, so eager to see just how far you would go, how much you would endure before you finally stepped up and told him to stop.

Would you wrench his hand away? Would you yell at him? Would you make a scene in the middle of the church? He knew you wouldn’t, knew you were just too gentle and too timid to disrespect your favorite little church.

And so, he kept pushing, pushing your boundaries and invading your personal space, inch by inch, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in the wake of his touch.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying desperately to break free from his touch, but he only tightened his grip, making your heart race with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.

"Jimin, can you please stop?" Oh, that was it. Your question was hardly above a whisper, as though afraid of you would be heard by those around you. The snake’s grip finally ensnared his delicate, little flower and he had no intention of stopping.

„Keep it down. You wouldn’t wanna disturb the praying souls now, would you?”

A devilish smirk played on his lips, eyes like black holes bearing down at you. His voice was like honey dripping from his lips; so soft and alluring. A stark contrast to the real meaning behind his words and actions. He continued to run his hand up your thigh, pushing your long skirt higher and higher until it was bunched around your waist.

"Jimin, st—" His other hand slithered around from the back of your neck, forcefully covering your mouth, silencing any words that wanted to escape your lips. Whatever you tried to say it came out muffled by his hand, leaving you feeling panicked and completely helpless.

You grasped at the material like a lifeline, desperate to pull it back down, but Jimin’s arm was like a steel barricade, preventing you from covering yourself. You felt trapped, your body burning with the shame of exposure.

"I said keep your mouth shut. We don’t want others to see you like this, do we?"

Your breath caught in your throat, unable to escape as the fear of being discovered and shamed in front of everyone took over. All you could do was fix your gaze on Jimin’s intense, brooding eyes, silently pleading for mercy with your own desperate ones. Ah, so pretty for him.

As you gazed into the depths of his dark eyes, the windows to his no longer existing a soul, you revealed a darkness that engulfed you, and you knew there was no escape.

You were at his mercy, and he had none.

Jimin’s pupils dilated at the sight, your skin was soft and flawless, causing a shiver to run down his spine as he gently touched you. The delicate fabric of your white panties teased him, giving him just a glimpse of what was hidden underneath.

With a playful twinkle in his eyes, he lazily played with the tiny, little, pink bow adorning the center of your panties. His actions were a clear taunt, a display of the control he had over you and your vulnerabilities.

It was clear you wanted to push him away, to scold him, yell at him, but he knew the fear of causing a scene in church held you back. You tried to glance around nervously, hoping no one would notice what was happening.

The world seemed to come to a standstill, the only thing that existed was the fast, thumping beat of your heart as Jimin’s hand slithered closer and closer to the place where it had no business being. You felt trapped, your body frozen, unable to break free as if you were held captive by a coiled serpent; its grip tightening with each struggle. The sound of your unsteady breaths filled the air, the only thing grounding you in reality, that, and the heat from his touch, because this serpent was crafted from the finest satin.

„Shh, baby, it’s okay. It’s okay, keep praying so God won’t mind, yeah?”

His words made you paralyzed, like a spell, breaking you down. Words like those should never have left the lips of the kind and caring Jimin that you thought you knew. Your mind was reeling with shock and pain, struggling to make sense of how someone you had trusted completely could suddenly become a stranger. Jimin’s actions were like a knife to your heart, a stab that pierced through the trust you had placed in him.

With the grace of a feather dancing on skin, Jimin traced his fingers over your clothed clit, making you tremble beneath his touch. A soft gasp escaped your lips, your eyes widening as you felt the weight of the moment sinking in.

And he chuckled softly, a low rumble that only you could hear, taking your response as a cue, he increased the pressure. His skilled fingers now applied a firm yet tender touch, coaxing your body to new heights of pleasure, and your body tingled in response, betraying you by a throbbing ache that grew stronger with every touch.

As the ripples of pleasure swirled within you, you tried to pull back, to resist the sin that was happening in the very place where you sought solace and salvation. The guilt gnawed at your soul, the snake’s venom that seeped into every crevice, tainting the flower’s beauty.

And yet, Jimin reveled in your pain, basking in the darkness of your suffering as he watched the guilt consume you whole. The venom of your remorse was a feast for his senses; the holy wine, the sweetest elixir to be savored with every devious sip.

"Look, what do we have in here." He pressed his thumb against the dark spot on your panties, causing you to shiver. For him, the sensations of your wetness seeping through the fabric was like an euphoric rush, the sweet nectar of his delicate flower, intoxicating and irresistible.

Heat spread across your cheeks, horror and shame washing over you at his words, you shook your head, tried to move, tried to tell him to stop, but you found yourself lost in his eyes, searching for any sign of the person you once knew. But all you saw was darkness, a void that seemed to swallow you whole.

"Deny it if you want, baby, but aren’t you a nasty girl? You’re fucking soaking."

And it was true. Your body felt like it was betraying you, and you were mortified. He ignited a fire within you that you couldn’t deny. A soft cry slipped from your lips, but you couldn’t bear to face him, knowing that you were powerless in his grasp.

You were unable to believe what was happening. As someone who had always followed the Catholic faith and held its teachings in high regard, there you were, in this sacred place, allowing something so forbidden to take place.

But as his fingers slipped under the fabric of your panties, your mind went blank. The back of Jimin’s hand clung to your sticky panties as his fingers found their way down to your folds, the feeling making him shiver.

„Fuck— you’re so wet, can’t wait to feel you around me.”

You squeezed your lips together under Jimin’s hand to keep from making any noise, your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatened to spill down your cheeks as his wet fingers continued to rub and spread your folds apart, smearing your sticky arousal all over your cunt.

„Shh, this won’t make you a sinner baby, it’s okay. You won’t mind just one finger inside, yeah?” His middle finger probed at your entrance, teasing it, making it wetter still, as he slowly pushed in.

„Y-yeah baby— just one finger?” He teased and removed his finger, making you clench around thin air, and Jimin swears, the feeling made him twitch inside his pants. Teasing you – or himself, it didn’t matter anymore – he plunged back in, tauntingly slow.

Jimin’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his hard dick pressing firmly against his pants, yearning for release. To him this is how true Paradise felt like, the feeling of your silk walls wrapped around his digit.

He was about to lose it.

He bottomed his finger out inside you, knuckle deep, until his small 13 tattoo on his wrist met with your lower abdomen.

But he craved more. Fuck, how much he wanted to slam you against the pew and spread your thighs wide open, stretching your pretty little pussy right out with his dick. And who could blame him with the way your cunt gripped on his one single digit like that, dripping wet and sinfully warm.

But he couldn’t— not now. And it made him crazy.

You sank into the pew, your body trembling as he started to move his finger, his other hand still covering your mouth to keep you quiet. Every part of you was on fire, your mind and body in a constant battle between desire and shame. You were supposed to stop him, to push him away, but all you could manage was tremble and it made your eyes water.

It was a mixture of remorse and the burning desire pounding between your thighs; something you had never experienced before and something you knew you shouldn’t have felt at all in this holy place. And more likely you should’ve never clenched harder around Jimin’s finger when you heard the small shudder in each breath he took.

"Ahh baby—" The faint, breathy little whimper shattered his voice. "fuck.. you’re so perfect… so f-fucking perfect."

Your heart pounded in your chest, your breath shallow and ragged, mirroring the rhythm of his finger. With his warm breath tickling your ear, his whispered words were barely audible, but they still managed to send shivers down your spine.

"Ooh, h-how I wish to see this perfect fucking pussy."

Jimin couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he watched your face intently, committing every single feature and expression to his memory. The way your brows were furrowed in pleasure, the way you fought to keep your eyes open due to the sensitivity.

He couldn’t help but admire the way your chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, the way you tried to stifle your moans under his hand, and the way your juices flowed from your aching cunt.

You were a captivating sight, sinful and alluring, flesh heated and glistening with arousal, and he knew you couldn’t deny it even though you tried. Your trembling body and the slickness on his fingers were evidence of the truth.

He slowly added a second finger, stretching you open further and moving faster, his fingers stroking your sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through you. With every stroke, you felt your body weakening, and your thoughts began to succumb to the corrupting pleasure.

Despite your protests, your body responded eagerly, arching towards him in a desperate plea for more; seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he was giving you.

You never felt so conflicted in your entire life, your mind was a battlefield; torn between your beliefs and the undeniable pleasure that was now coursing through your veins. Every creak of the old wooden pews felt like a judgment, a cruel reminder that you were committing a sin that would send you to the depths of damnation.

But when Jimin serendipitously grazed your swollen clit with his thumb, your mind went blank. You’d lost it.

Your hips involuntarily jerked against his hand, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure. You gritted your teeth, determined to keep your cries of ecstasy at bay, but it was a dead effort as you squirmed and moaned, muffled by his hand covering your mouth.

"Fuck— Don’t moan like that, you’re getting too loud, keep quiet."

But you couldn’t. It was as if your head was spinning, unable to focus on anything except the pleasure. The way he slid his fingers in and out of you, his thumb perfectly stimulating your clit, it was too much.

Despite your efforts, you couldn’t contain the small moans that escaped your lips. The church was now just a blur in the background, the stained glass windows casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the floor.

"Shit, baby, keep fucking quiet or do you want me to slip those fucking panties off and stuff them in your mouth, hm?" Jimin’s whispered words sent shivers down your spine, making you clasp around his fingers right back in.

"Y-yeah, you want that baby? My nasty girl, s-so good... so fucking perfect." He moved his fingers faster, his thumb circling deliciously on your clit, building up the pace for your climax, your body crying out for release. And oh, how he reveled in it, savoring every moment, every sensation as his little flower finally opened its petals to him.

"You’re so close, baby, f-fuck— just let go, let me take you there."

As Jimin’s fingers brought you closer and closer to the brink, you couldn’t help but give in, feeling all the guilt and shame wash away in the face of the intense pleasure you were feeling.

„Ooh, fuck— Y-yeah, baby, go on. Come all over my fucking fingers.”

Just as you were about to reach the peak, a sudden thud broke through the lustful haze. Your tear-filled eyes fluttered open and you glanced up to the top of the church’s gallery, where you saw the organ player, Mr. Min sprawled on the ground at the bottom of the stairs, amidst a sea of fallen notes.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as your eyes met his, and you saw the shock and disbelief on his once serene face.

Your heart plummeted like a falling star, sinking into the depths of your stomach as you realized what you must look like to Mr. Min. Your cheeks burned with the heat of a thousand suns as you met his gaze, his face a canvas of flushed embarrassment, crushing you with shame and guilt.

For in the eyes of Mr. Min, you were no other, but a sinner caught in the act of sin in the house of the divine. And as the notes of the holy music lay scattered at his feet, you couldn’t help but wonder if they were a reflection of your shattered innocence.

Mr. Min quickly ascended the stairs to the organ, his emotions were in disarray, a tumultuous blend of arousal and embarrassment. With each step, he tried to push away the image of what he had just seen, but it lingered like a haunting melody in his mind.

His cheeks burned with shame, but he couldn’t help stealing a glance at you before he reached the top of the stairs, his feline eyes burning you whole.

Exposed and vulnerable, you were unable to look at the organ player in the eyes anymore. You closed your eyes tight in an attempt to block out the intensity of his gaze. But even with your eyes shut, you could feel his feline eyes looking down at you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the image, Jimin’s skillful fingers never faltered to move inside you, your body feeling like it was exploding. A soft whimper escaped your lips, which got silenced by his firm grasp.

With each second you felt yourself surrendering to the overwhelming ecstasy.

As you teetered on the edge, ready to fall into the abyss of pleasure, you were suddenly jolted back to reality, finding yourself next to Jimin who was kneeling humbly on the wooden pew of the church, praying.

With eyes wide open, heated cheeks and heavy breathing you gazed at your own clasped hands on the pew.

Was this all in your head? How could you have let your mind wander to sinful desires in the sacred walls of the church?

Jimin’s innocent devotion to his God only amplified your own guilt, making you feel like a fallen angel in the presence of his pure soul.

Jimin couldn’t help but smirk, he bit the inside of his cheek, but it didn’t help hiding it. He moved his clasped hands toward his mouth to hide the devilish smirk that appeared on his lips.

For he knew the power he held over you, the power to seduce and corrupt your very being. And with each passing day he was one step closer to claiming your body and soul for his own.

And as you sat there, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, Jimin continued to pray, his facade of innocence masking the devilish intentions that lurked within.

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stylesloveclub · 7 months

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Prose (part 2)

In which not many students attend Harry's office hours, and y/n's kind of burnt out.

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“What’s that drink you’re always drinking?” Harry asks, sitting across from y/n in his office.

She’s the only student to show up to his office hours this week (again), and had come to ask about the first essay that’s due next week. While she types on her computer, writing down all the notes that Harry just gave her on her first draft, Harry finds himself staring at the iced drink sitting next to her laptop.

“Oh, it’s just an iced chai. I’ve been getting two pumps of pumpkin spice syrup in it recently though, since Starbucks has their fall flavors now.”

“Hm. I’ve never tried the fall drinks.” He twirls his red pen between his fingers, leaning back in his chair comfortably. “M’always too scared to try new drinks, y’know? Like what if I don’t like it? Then I’d have wasted five bucks and I wouldn’t even have a coffee to get me through my day.” He pouts to himself at the thought of it, and y/n finds it terribly endearing.

She’s happy to know that Harry is seemingly very comfortable in her presence, prattling on and on about the simplest of things – like coffee orders and his favorite food places on campus. When she first walked in, the first thing he’d asked her was her favorite place to grab lunch on campus, since he was starving and one of the other TA’s had offered to drop off some food for him. His personal favorite was the bagel place (he could have a cream cheese bagel at any time of the day, he told her), but that place closes early, so he was stuck between getting mexican or sushi.

Y/n advised him to stick with the burritos – her ex-roommate once got food poisoning from the sushi. Never trust the on-campus sushi, she warned.

“M’kinda like that too,” she responds once she finishes up her essay outline. “I usually just always get the chai, ‘cos I know I’ll like it. But sometimes I’ll be adventurous with like, the syrups I add, because it doesn’t really make a difference. Like right now, I have pumpkin spice syrup in here, and I can barely taste it so even if I didn’t like it, it’d be fine.” She takes a sip to somehow prove her point. “I just like adding the pumpkin for the fall vibes.”

“Is fall your favorite season?” he asks. It’s been a lot of this – Harry asking her questions, getting to know her. She wonders if it’s because she’s the only one who shows up to his office hours and, therefore, is the only person whose ear he gets to talk off – or if he genuinely is interested in her. The thought of it makes her heart want to do a backflip, but she kindly tells her heart to CALM THE FUCK DOWN before she starts getting carried away in her train of thought. Harry’s just a nice guy! A nice guy, who talks to her about books, and shares his umbrella, and gives her rides home when it’s rainy outside – and has pretty pink lips, and pretty green eyes, and pretty brown curls.

“Yeah, I think so,” she hums.

Her crush on him seems to grow more and more every time she sees him, like those tall annoying weeds that you constantly have to dig out of a pretty flower garden. The type of weeds that seem to grow back even stronger each time you cut their roots and spray anti-weed chemicals on them to ensure that they don’t come back. She’s tried to smush those bothersome butterflies in her stomach, continuously reminding herself that he’s just her TA. That he’s just being nice. That he just calls her smart, and tells her that she’s doing a good job, and praises her discussion posts because that is literally what a Teaching Assistant is supposed to do. But whenever he smiles at her with that boyish dimple and his eyes glimmer all sweetly and romantically and thoughtfully – well she just can’t help it! She’s given up and has let the crush invade her brain like the invasive garden plant that it is.

It’s just a harmless little crush, she rationalizes. Just a little fantasy of kissing him here and there to get her through her boring lectures with Dr. Richmond – nothing wrong with that, right?

She clears her throat, “What’s your favorite season?”

He stares up at the ceiling, pursing his lips thoughtfully, “Hmm… probably spring. I like seeing the flowers bloom, especially after a snowy winter.”

Oh, of course he likes seeing the flowers bloom. He’s a walking piece of poetry.

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Harry stands at the front of the classroom, lecturing once again. It’s the same as before – fourty-ish college students hanging onto every word like his words are a waterfall and they’re a group of dehydrated travelers.

He loves teaching, loves seeing the way his students’ eyes light up with wonder when he explains a certain theme or points out a new motif. He’s more than happy to hold their hand through the novel, be their guiding light through the Romantic era. Their questions make his day, and he’s beyond happy to see that, now that they’re a few weeks into their course, the students are opening up.

“Victor is so caught up in his experiment,” Harry lectures, “that he begins to ignore nature. Victor says– ‘The summer months passed while I was thus engaged, heart and soul, in one pursuit. It was the most beautiful season; never did the fields bestow a more plentiful harvest, or the vines yield a more luxuriant vintage: but my eyes were insensible to the charms of nature.’ So what role does nature – or should I say – the lack of nature, play for Victor?”

Four hands shoot up into the air (relieving considering how last week he could barely get anyone to say anything). “Katie, right?” He smiles when she nods, and gives an exaggerated, celebratory fist pump that makes all of his students chuckle. “Told you I’d start getting your names down! Go ahead, Katie.”

Although he’s laughing and smiling – practically beaming since he and his students are getting along and actually discussing (instead of just him lecturing them) – he can’t help but feel a little pinch of sadness in the back of his mind. As his eyes scan over the seats, he can’t manage to find y/n in the class. He’d searched for her three times already – wondering if he accidentally missed her, or if she was hidden behind one of the tall boys near the front – but he couldn’t find his star student. He missed catching her eye, giving her sly winks and watching her duck her head down stifle a laugh. It kept him entertained whenever he had to sit through Dr. Richmond’s lectures, and he liked hearing her talk. Not only does she add amazing thoughts to their class discussions, but she also is just… nice to listen to.

“Good… I love how you said that Katie,” Harry carries on, “He embodies the corruption of nature in the quest for glory. And we already know how highly the Romantics regard the beauty of nature – their artwork is meant to connect us with the world, isn’t it?”

He wonders if she’s okay. She isn’t hurt or anything, is she? Did something happen to her on her walk to class?

“He’s disrupting the natural cycle of life, basically destroying nature, by trying to play God and create life himself–”

Y/n, as quietly as she can, sneaks into the classroom. She’s 15 minutes late, which isn’t late enough to just completely ditch the lecture, but still late enough to raise a few eyebrows. Of course, being the clumsy duck she is, she accidentally knocks the trash can over with a loud bang. She winces at how loud the sound is, and feels her cheeks turn hot when all eyes turn to look at her.

Harry turns as well, and can’t help but smile to himself – there she is.

He continues with his lecture, as if nothing happened, but watches as she hurries over to her set spot in the third row. She messily pushes her hair out of her face as she sits down, pulling the pull-out desk in front of her and grabbing her laptop from her bag. She types in her password quickly, and pushes the sleeves of her white cardigan up her arms so that they aren’t in the way. Her eyes briefly flicker upwards to the projector to see what she missed – but instead she accidentally catches Harry’s gaze, who’s already looking at her.

All of a sudden, Harry loses his train of thought. His eyes flicker between hers, and she stares back at him. They’re stuck like that for a moment – just the briefest moment – before he realizes that words are no longer coming out of his mouth and that the rest of the class is staring at him expectantly.

His cheeks tint pink. “Um… sorry, what was I saying?” He chuckles at himself embarrassedly, shaking his head at himself – it’s not often that he stutters over his words. But, luckily, it was brief enough to just pass as a slight fumble. Nothing too suspicious.

Harry tears his eyes away from y/n and resumes with his lecture. But somehow, as delusional as she might be, y/n can tell that that moment was something more than just a slight stumble.

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“I got this for you,” y/n says, standing in front of Harry’s desk, placing the iced drink down next to his pile of papers.

Harry furrows his eyebrows and sits up straighter. “What?”

“It’s a pumpkin iced chai… the same one I usually get. I thought, since last time you said you didn’t wanna waste five bucks trying a new drink–”

“Are you mental?” he interrupts.

She blinks. “Huh?”

“Why would you go on and waste five of your dollars instead?” he huffs. “Christ, y/n, don’t be silly, m’not letting you buy me a coffee. How much was it, let me pay you back–” he’s reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, but y/n is quick to refuse.

“No, don’t worry I didn’t pay for it! Starbucks has this thing– it’s like, if you buy one fall drink you can get a second one for free, but it’s only on Thursdays after 12. And I was gonna get one for myself anyway, so I was like– might as well just get the second one for free so that you can try it and not waste five dollars.”

He pauses, his wallet half open and a five dollar bill pinched between her fingers. He squints at her, “Are you lying?”

She gives an exasperated huff, “Why would I lie?!”

“I dunno, maybe you’re trying to butter me up with drinks and stuff so that I’ll grade your essays easier – which won’t work by the way! M’not easy to bribe!”

She rolls her eyes and plops into the seat across from him. “Please. If I was gonna try and butter you up, it would’ve started five weeks ago, when classes actually started. And I probably wouldn’t be in your office hours every week groveling over these stupid essays.” She lets her bag fall to the floor and blows the hair out of her face. “Y’know, Dr. Richmond does not explain the politics of 18th Century Europe well enough to expect me to write an entire essay on ‘the effects of globalization on romantic era literature.’ I signed up for a literature class, not European history. When are we gonna start writing essays on Frankenstein and feminism?”

Harry goes to respond, but right at that moment he takes a tentative sip of the drink that y/n had forced onto his desk. He cannot hide the grimace that graces his face.

Her eyes round out and her eyebrows pinch. “You don’t like it?” she says with a pout.

His lips smack together a few times, trying to get used to the taste of pumpkin in his mouth – but he actually really cannot stand it. “God,” he says, his nose wrinkles and his tongue aching for some water to wash away the pumpkin-y after taste. “What a waste of five dollars.”

“Oh my gosh– I did not spend five dollars on a drink for you!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he pushes the drink to the edge of his desk, the sight of it making his tummy turn a little bit (he really did not like that pumpkin flavor mixed with milk). He then states the obvious, “You were late today.”

“Yeah. I overslept.”

He tsks, “What happened to the punctual Miss y/n who showed up twenty minutes early on the first day of classes?”

She sighs, “Dunno. Was up kinda late last night. And then I guess I snoozed through my alarm.”

It’s only then that he notices the dark circles under her eyes, and how her face is missing that usual radiant glow. He’s so caught up in her smile and her eyes, that he nearly missed the exhaustion leaking off her body. “How late?” he inquires.

“Um… like 3 in the morning.” Harry gapes at her, and she shrugs.

“Tha’s not healthy,” he scolds like a father. “Why’re you staying up so late, hm? Should be in bed for at least 6-8 hours, don’t you know that?”

“I know,” she rubs at her eyes tiredly. “I just have a psych midterm next week that m’really freaked out about. I like– fell behind on the lectures, so m’trying to learn like the past three weeks of material in a few days.”

Harry feels his heart ache, sympathizing for this poor, tired, hard-working girl. He knows the struggles of undergrad – he was pulling all nighters too, back in his day, and he never dared to go above 16 units. He wonders how she’s surviving, taking 20 units while still being at the top of her classes – well, she’s at the top of this class, he knows for certain. His star student.

Her eyes are still hidden behind her hands, knuckling at her eyelids, but she pulls them away slowly when she feels Harry’s hand at her knee. She looks at him, and he’s suddenly aware of how red and glossy her eyes are. “Just don’t overdo the studying, okay?” he says with soft eyes and a gentle voice. His thumb rubs overtop her knee softly, saying a hundred words that he can’t say out loud just quite yet.

She nods, and swallows thickly. “Okay.”

He smiles. “So you want a crash course in European History? I can do that for you. Dunno why more people don’t show up to my office hours, m’literally about to tell you exactly what to write…”

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Y/n is exhausted.

Actually, exhausted doesn’t cut it. She is at her breaking point.

With midterms week upon her, she’s been drowning herself in her school work, trying to keep up with her lectures and recap everything that she’s learned up until this point. Kind of difficult, when she’s fallen so dreadfully behind and barely knows what’s going on in her stats class. And – to make things worse, not only does she have both her stats and psych midterm this Friday, but she also needs to finish this stupid Globalization essay by tomorrow’s deadline.

Seven pages about The Effects of Globalization on British Romantic Literature. She currently has three pages written.

She’s screwed.

It’s not like she was trying to get behind! She tried so hard to stay on top of her studies. She promised herself that she’d finish the globalization essay last night – went to starbucks with her noise canceling headphones, got herself an iced pumpkin chai as a motivational treat, and sat down to turn all her notes into a beautiful, magical essay on Romanticism that would make Dr. Richmond weep.

But… the words just weren’t wording! Her brain refused to cooperate with her, despite the fact that she stayed at the Starbucks literally up until they kicked her out. She read her sources, went over her excerpts, wrote and rewrote her thesis over and over again… and only got three out of the seven pages done. She doesn’t know whether to blame Dr. Richmond for assigning such a stupid essay, or just her own sleep-deprived brain.

She’d gotten maybe five hours of sleep last night. And the night before that, too. Harry’s words ring loudly in her head, scolding her to get at least six hours of sleep every night… but she just has so much work to do! She has to do her psych readings, her stats homework, the midterm practice her stats professor posted, and this essay… It's a lot. Plus having to actually attend all of her classes and go to work (she works at the campus bookstore) on top of all her homework and studying? She barely has time to eat!!!

Her tummy grumbles miserably, a painful reminder of the fact that she had forgotten to pack herself a lunch this morning in her haste to get to class on time. The pain is nowhere as bad as her headache, though. It’s the kind of migraine you get when you barely got any sleep. Her head feels heavy, her heartbeat pounding in her ears, and her eyes sting every time she blinks. It’s horrible. She can barely focus on anything. Not her stats homework, not the essay open in front of her.

Not even Harry, who’s sitting to her left, helping her with her essay. In fact, she’s completely missed what he’s spent the past minute explaining to her.

She blinks at him slowly. “Sorry… can you say that again?”

Harry’s pretty face pinches, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes glimmering with concern. She’s so clearly off today… he can’t ignore her red-rimmed eyes and zoning out any longer. “…are you okay?” he asks timidly.

“Yeah, yeah,” she says quickly, brushing off his concern. “I’m fine.” But it’s like as soon as she says those two words, the dam holding her together collapses, and a river of emotion comes barreling through her. She looks down at the open document on her laptop, stares at the cursor blinking at her. The blank page taunting her. Tears well up in her eyes, and her heart starts to swell sadly. She’s not fine at all.

She quickly hides her face from Harry, looking down at her lap. She is NOT allowed to cry in front of him, she reprimands herself. She’s kept herself together all day, why is she starting to get emotional now, in the middle of his office hours? Couldn’t it have waited until she was alone in her shower?

She swallows around the lump in her throat, and presses her palms to her stinging eyes. As if that’ll keep her tears at bay. “Sorry,” she mumbles, trying to conceal her shaky voice, “let me just think for a second.”

“Hey…” Harry sees right through it. “Hey, come on. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she says, mostly trying to convince herself. She sniffles as quietly as she can and tries to rub the tears away. “Sorry, nothing. I’m fine.”

She reaches for her laptop, but Harry grabs her hand. “No.” He can’t ignore the glossy sheen of her eyes, or the quiet sniffles. He just can’t. “We need to take a break.”

“It’s really fine–” she tries to say, but she can barely get it out with how her throat is swelling. She stares down at the floor. Harry holds her hand.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.” His hands are big and warm, encasing her’s, wholly. A cross tattoo sits between the slit of his thumb and second finger, twitching as his thumb grazes her knuckles.

“M’just tired,” she says dejectedly. “I was up super late last night and I just… didn’t even get anything done. And now I have to finish this, and I haven’t finished my stats homework, and I have two midterms on Friday.” Her heart starts to race as she realizes much she has to do, and how little time she has. She’s stretched herself thin. “There’s just so much I have to get done,” her voice cracks, “and I’m so tired.” A big fat tear rolls down her face, and drops onto her shirt – shamefully staining the thin material.

Harry gets out of his chair and kneels down in front of her, resting their joint hands in her lap as he stares up at her. More tears fill her eyes without her consent, and her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Sorry,” she sniffles. She refuses to meet his gaze, despite how earnestly he’s looking into her sad eyes. Another drop falls from her lashes.

“Don’t apologize,” he murmurs sadly.

“I thought I could handle it all,” she bleats. “But I’m so unprepared for my midterms, and I need to finish this essay, and I promised you that I’d stay on top of my work, but I’m falling behind–”

“Don’t worry about the essay,” he interrupts. “I’ll get you an extension on your paper.”

She shakes her head. “Dr. Richmond doesn’t do extensions, though,” she blubbers.

“I’ll talk to him,” he says firmly. “M’the one grading it anyway.”

“But Harry–” she whines, shamelessly childlike, “I promised you that this wouldn’t happen. I told you I could handle it.”

“And you can handle it. I know you can.” His green eyes are wide and round as he looks up at her, earnest and pleading. “You come to office hours, and you study hard, and you’d stay up all night to finish this essay – but I don’t want you to. You don’t have to prove yourself to me. I know you can do it.”

She pouts, still not looking up at him. She stares instead at their joint hands in her lap blankly.

“You’re doing so good,” he coos, “You’re coming to office hours even when you have so much going on, and you’re taking so many units. I know you’re giving it your all. S’okay.”

He reaches a hand out to rest on her shoulder, and suddenly she feels the weight of the world fall off of her chest. A long, shaky breath leaves her, and she blinks her eyes shut, letting more tears cascade down her cheeks. “Oh, sweetheart,” Harry’s heart breaks. He leans up to wrap his arms around her shoulders, a soft hug, and she rests her forehead on his shoulder, letting the tears silently fall. His hands rub big, soothing circles on her back, and he shushes her softly, “It’s alright.”

His blue dress shirt feels cool against her face, crisp and fresh, and he smells like vanilla and smoked wood. She doesn’t want to abandon his firm chest, his warm embrace, but he pulls back and looks into her eyes. For the first time, she meets his gaze. “No more crying, okay?”

She sniffles, and wipes the wetness off her cheeks. “M’kay.”

A soft smile smooths out the worried lines on his face. “Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he says, his hands slapping his thighs as he stands back up. “You’re going to take a nap–” he closes his office door and locks it with a click.

“A nap?” her watery voice exclaims. “But– I need to study!”

He gives her a firm look. “You’re not gonna get any studying done if your brain isn’t well rested.” From one of the bottom drawers of his desk, he pulls out a blanket (he sometimes will take a nap in his office if he needs a break from grading). “Take a nap. I’ll wake you in an hour and then y’can study in here.”

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You know that peaceful feeling that surrounds a room when a baby is taking a nap? How everyone tiptoes around the crib, their voices barely surpassing a whisper in fear of waking the sleeping baby. How parents will stand around, just watching the baby nap, smiling to themselves when their baby twitches in its sleep. How the world just seems more… peaceful?

That’s how Harry feels right now.

Y/n is on his couch, his cozy gray blanket pulled up to her chin. Her cheeks are puffed, her tired eyes shut with her eyelashes resting delicately on the tops of her cheeks. She looks angelic, the most relaxed he’s ever seen her be, with no midterms stressing her out. No papers due, no furrowed eyebrows, no crying. Like a sleeping baby, cherubic and sweet. He’s been tiptoeing around her for the past hour, grading papers as quietly as he can. He tried to be productive and just mind his business while she napped, but everytime he shuffled through one of the essays, he felt the urge to check on her, to make sure that he didn’t accidentally wake her up. And then he just wanted to… watch her. Not in a creepy way though!!! Not in a creepy way. In a kind of… sweet way. :( She was beautiful, especially when she slept.

His heart doesn’t want to wake her up – not when she looks so peaceful for the first time weeks. All the times he’s seen her since that very first week was her stressing and stressing and stressing – stressing about getting a permission code from Dr. Richmond, stressing about her exams, stressing about the rain. He’s never gotten to see her take a breath and be calm. She’s a hard worker, he can tell – which is a great trait that he admires in his students. But, with y/n… he just wants to make sure she’s okay, too.

He kneels down in front of the couch, and regretfully murmurs out, “y/n?” She doesn’t respond at all– she’s dead to the world. All the exhaustion that she’d accumulated this past week, all the hours of sleep she missed, are catching up with her now. He tries again, “Y/n… time to wake up.”

Her eyebrows furrow and her nose wrinkles, but she still refuses to open her eyes. The pull of sleepiness is too strong. It makes him chuckle. “Come on, bunny,” he says, in reference to her twitchy nose and pouty lips. “V’got a snack for you.”

Her sleepy eyes blink open, and immediately he can tell that she needed that nap. Her eyes are brighter, less red, and she stares up at him sweetly. “A snack?”

Of course that would get her to wake up. His dimple pokes his cheek. “S’not much. Just a granola bar. But it’ll help you while you study.”

She sits up, the blanket pooling around her waist, and rubs at her eye with her knuckle.

“Feeling better?” He asks, a hand on her knee.

She nods. She’d taken an Advil for her headache before she’d gone to sleep. That, with her nap, has made the prospect of studying a little bit more bearable.

When she looks around the room, she sees that Harry’s cleared up a portion of his desk for her to study at. Gone are his stacks of books, a bare square of wood right across from the stack of essays he’s currently grading. The usual foldable chair that he has students sit in during his office hours has been moved to the corner, and has been replaced with one of the more comfy, rolly chairs. He’s gone out of his way to make a sweet little study space for her while she napped in his office.

“Now… we’re gonna have to leave by 9,” Harry says, standing up and going round to his side of his desk. “Cos v’got to feed my cat. But that gives us at least… two hours of study time. N’then I can take you home. How does that sound?”

She blinks. “Harry… thank you.” She doesn’t know why he’s being so nice to her, or what she’s done to deserve such kind treatment. But it means the world.

He shrugs nonchalantly, but she doesn’t miss the dimple that pinches his cheek as he smiles to himself.

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They stay in his office until nightfall.

Harry’s nicely styled curls turn messy, his fingers tangling through his hair he graded the freshman papers (is he a harsh grader, or does this new generation truly not know how to write?). His eyebrows furrow behind his tortoise shell glasses, green eyes hard and serious. Y/n watches the way his lips purse, how he taps his red pen against his chin while he reads.

Her own brain is done with studying. After her nap, she started playing her classical music and sat down to finish her stats homework AND the practice midterm. Without the globalization essay to worry about, she managed to calm down and focus, get some of her work done, and catch up on the things she was so behind on. Does she feel any better about the exam? No. But at least she can say that she studied!

Harry manages to make a nice dent in the stack of ungraded papers as well, working well in the comfortable silence filtering between the two of them. There was no need for them to talk, and they didn’t distract each other either. Simply getting their work done next to each other, and enjoying each other’s presence (though neither one of them would outright admit how nice it is to just sit in silence with the other).

They pack up and head out together when it gets closer to nine. Harry holds the office door open for her and locks his door behind them, and they walk closely together towards the parking lot. It’s dark, the ground only lit by the few streetlights looming above them, and a shiver racks through y/n’s body from the cool autumnal air. She hadn’t planned on being on campus so late – she thought that she’d probably go straight home after office hours and pull an all-nighter to finish her essay – so therefore, she doesn’t have much of a jacket except for a lame cardigan over her shirt.

Harry, who usually is on campus until nightfall anyway, wishes he could do something for her when he notices the way she’s hugging herself, her cardigan pulled over her fingers. He wants to pull her to his side, wrap an arm around her and share his body warmth with her – but that would be entirely too unprofessional, he thinks. Instead he picks up his pace, forcing y/n to scurry in order to keep up with his long strides, and immediately turns on the heat for her.

He doesn’t need to ask for directions this time, knowing exactly where to turn and how to get to her apartment, and when he pulls up in front of her door, he turns to her quietly. “Listen. Don’t stress about the paper. Focus on studying for your exams, and then you can have the entire weekend to finish the paper, okay?”

“I feel… bad. Like, Dr. Richmond said no extensions, and you’re making these exceptions for me–”

“Don’t overthink it,” Harry interrupts. “Dr. Richmond just says that so people don’t just ask for extensions because they procrastinated. He will grant extensions when there’s a valid reason.”

“But, really it’s not a valid reason… everyone else has midterms.”

“But none of those other students have shown me how much they care about this class. I know you’re a hard worker, I know you aren’t just procrastinating.” He shrugs, “M’the one who makes the calls. And I think you deserve an extension.”

She sits there quietly, then says, “I-I just don’t want you to think I only came to your office hours to cry and make you give me an extension. I… come to your office hours for help. You’re like… helpful.” She says that last part awkwardly, and it makes him chuckle quietly.

“You can say I’m your favorite TA. I won’t tell.” His dimple pokes his cheek as he smirks at her teasingly, and she can’t help but giggle too. Her eyes twinkle as she looks at him with a small shake of her head. That wasn’t what she was getting at… but it is true.

They stare at each other for a moment too long. One of Harry’s hands rests on the wheel, while the other one comes up to play with his lip. Y/n’s hands sit politely in her lap, her bag sitting at her feet on the passenger’s seat floor. They’re both quiet, not knowing what to say. Yeah, they’re laughing and teasing each other, but something heavier lingers in the air around them. This tension… this magnetic energy. Neither y/n nor Harry know what’s causing it, or why the silence is suddenly so overwhelming. The smile on y/n’s face lingers in her eyes, which glimmer as she stares at Harry. And Harry, who had been smirking mischievously, now looks at y/n with a bit of a more serious air. He stares at her thoughtfully, his bottom lip pinched between his lips. His eyes wander down to her lips, pretty and heart shaped. She’s chewing the inside of her lip softly, and he wants to brush his thumb over her mouth and tell her to stop.

He catches himself, and quickly tears his eyes away before she notices. He clears his throat.

“Take care of y’self,” he says with a soft smile. “I want to see you well rested in class next week, okay?”

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HOPE U GUYS LOVED IT!!!!!! part 3 is up on my patreon already, and will come to tumblr next saturday (oct 21) pleeeeaaaase lmk what u rhink and give her a rb and a comment i love u guys so so much!!! more tarry to come!

Prose (part 3) is already posted on patreon! : In which y/n is Harry's favorite student, and she sort of somehow accidentally kisses him.

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dolliestfairy · 11 months

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𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 ๋ 𝆹 ׅ ✧୧

Ghost & Konig React to meeting a Chubby!fem!reader who is a Fawn Fairy 🧚🏻‍♀️

this 3 picture above is made by @fairydxlll on pinterest ᖫྀ 𔓘

୨. ⊹ quick explanation : the fem reader in here is explained having a fawn ears, a plus size body, and a fairy wings :) reader skin color is not announced. readers also located/found in some whimsical forest 🦋𔓘

୨. ⊹ Content Warning : fluff, tiny tiny tiiiny angst ( sad kidself konig) Isolate/gatekeep. a little spice in ghost part, (broken) germanic in konig part 💀 also a kinda broken english. just a silly little fanfic of mine. this fanfic is a fantasy sprinkle on a military genre. rushed fanfic. kidself konig obsessed with you<33 just two big buffy military men falling in love with a non-human female reader.

Enjoy ᖫྀ ‹𝟹

• Simon Ghost Riley

The first time he sees you flying with fairy wings and a fawn-like ears in the middle of the forest he thinks himself crazy, he thinks he have been hallucinating. maybe its the effect of War, theres no way this type of creature is real, he must be crazy. so the first time he sees you, the next day he tried to avoid you, trying to act like you're a Ghost, you're not exist. because you're a distraction. a distraction that keep him from focusing on his duty. yet, everytime he sees you, even if it was just an accident or coincidence, he cant keep his eyes off you, you're just so.. ethereal. you're too beautiful to be exist in this humiliating world. so then he tried to communicate.. with you. he try to give you something that maybe a fairy would love, a flower, a butterfly, even a poem or a love letter, and hell, he even buys a fairytale books for 2 or 3 just to know anything about what fairy like and dislike, and after a while, he manage to get close enough to you in face to face. the first thing he said to you after he manage to get close enough to talk to you was "You're the Most Breathtaking Creature i've ever laid my eyes on." he would try his best to keep anyone or everything that is harmful away from you, he knows you're a precious creature, if the world knows anything about you you'll be hunted across the nation for everything you had. so he's going to gatekeep you. i just hope you're not gonna be bored meeting him everyday and talk to him literally everyday until his last breath. and one of the features you had that ghost really love is your fawn ears and your chubby body!!. he thinks its an unique but also a very cute combination with your fairy wings and your chubby body. if he's feeling moody he's gonna play with your ears or your belly, and not to mention he's gonna humiliated those two in bed 😏.

• Konig

Shocked. the first time he sees you flying??? oh my god he's on a wrecked emotion!! he doesnt know how to feel honestly, but its also brings the kidself out in him. he was just overwhelmed by the fact that he's just see a fairy with a fawn ears flying literally right in front of him!!, so after he sees you, you went run from him and so you dissapear. his kid self that was out before is feeling kinda sad and neglected by the fact that you're gone :( but his adult self is kinda not believing what he was just witness, like ghost, the adult self him kinda thinks that maybe he's just hallucinating. but unlike ghost, the next day, he's going to go to that place where he met you just because 1.) the adult him wants to be confirmed by your existence and 2.) His kidSelf is literally begging, screaming, and shouting at him to make him go and meet you again. so when he go to the place where it was at the middle of the forest, he look around and he sees you.. peeking through the woods tryna seeing him, and once he recognize where you are and what you were doing, again, his kidself is IMMEDIATELY out of his body, and this time, he wasnt gonna let you go. he's literally chasing you. and of course its scared you not to mention his big bear figure. so the second he start chasing towards you, you immediately flying forward him and start dissapearing again. this is making konig once again really sad, espesially, of course, the kid in him. the adult self on him is actually kinda happy because turns out you're truly exist and now he's gonna try everything to make him get close to you, and like ghost, he also buys a fairytale book to know anything about fairies like and dislike, but unlike ghost, he isnt buy 2 or 3 pieces of fairytale books, he buys like THOUSANDS OF THEM like its not even funny cus both his kid self and his adult self is both determinated to get close enough to you, and you witnessing everything they've been done to get closer to you and after you confirmed that they werent as harmful as they look like (well not towards you) you decided to give in. (yass our dainty konig princess is getting his own chubby fairy friend! <33) and it makes his kidself sooo happy like everytime he sees you, the one that talks to you was almost him, not the adult konig. and the first thing he said after he manage to get close enough to you was "I Promise no harm will come to you. I promise I will be your Soldier Just for you mein kleines Reh." [mein kleines Reh : my little fawn/deer] and you know he meant it. & if he doesnt have any duty or if he wasnt on the battlefield hes going to waste his time by talking to you, and let me tell you, he was sooo happy while doing so, and just like he promises, he kept you safe from everyone or everything that is harmful, and just like ghost, his favorite part of you was your fawn ears and your chubby body, his adult self love the curves on your body while the kidself on him LOOVE almost EVERYTHING parts of yours. your fawn ears, your beautiful curves and your beautiful fairy wings, your doe eyes, EVERYTHING. he loves you so much and he will try everything he had left to keep you safe and away from anything that is harmful.

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nathaslosthershit · 10 months

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We need to try that again|| Jack Hughes x reader

Pairing: Jack Hughes x reader

Warnings: I never know what warnings to give, kissing (?)

Summary: In the heat of the moment, you kiss your boyfriend. The only problem? It was your first kiss with each other and he doesn’t feel he got to “savor” it enough. What a dork.

A/n: This is corny I know and probably so far from what Jack is like but let a girl be delusional.

Word Count: 800+

You and Jack would be cooking a meal together, alone and in the comfort of your own home. Or, maybe he would play an intense and very important game where he scored the game winning goal in OT and you two would meet afterwards, running into each other's arms like it was a cheesy romance film. Maybe he'd take you to a nice dinner and before getting into the car ask “can I kiss you?”

Maybe these fantasies were stupid to spend your time thinking about but after almost a month of dating Jack, almost a month without a single kiss, you had been hoping for something romantic and sweet to mark your first of, hopefully, many kisses. But there has been nothing. Nada. You have been patient and were happy to wait longer for him but just wanted to know, why? Why has it taken so long for him to kiss you?

But now that you think about it, you could easily kiss him first. Maybe it doesn’t matter if its sweet and well thought out. Maybe what you needed was a heated, spur of the moment kiss with your beautiful boyfriend.

But is that what you wanted, something not thought out? Didn’t you crave the anticipation of waiting knowing it was about to happen. Knowing that the butterflies in your stomach fluttered at the same velocity as the ones in his.

While lost in thought Jack had managed to finally reach your apartment. He was supposedly at practice. Actually there was no practice but that's what he told you so you'd be surprised when he came over with take-out and flowers. On his way over, he had to bite his lip to stop the stupid smile on his face, but the older woman passing by noticed it, as well as his urgency and the flowers in his hand, and gave him a knowing smile as she laughed while walking in the opposite direction. It was clear to everyone, those in his life and those just observing, that this relationship was different and he treated it as such.

He enjoyed the feeling of getting almost dizzy from all the excitement of being around you. It was new and so unlike anything he'd had with anyone else in the past. That's why he couldn’t get himself to make any new moves. It's scary to act when you feel something so intensely.

Opening the door to reveal a very smiley Jack Hughes was a very shocking but very welcome surprise.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Wow come on don’t be too excited to see me” he replies snarkily.

“Im sorry, I just thought you'd had practice, you did tell me you had practice, did you not?”

“I did but I didn’t have practice. Wanted to surprise you so I stretched the truth a little. You aren’t upset about that, right?” He suddenly looked worried.

In that split second, you had made up your mind. Grabbing his collar and kissing him deeply, he drops the bag of food and flowers from impact. The noise they made startled you enough to come to your senses. As you quickly pull away, you can see a mix of confusion, panic, and possibly lust on his face. His silence snaps you out of your post kiss daze enough to start freaking out.

“Shit, Jack. I don't know what- I wasn’t thinking, i'm so-”

“We need to try that again.”

“Excuse me”

“You just kissed me”

“...I did”

“Quickly.”

“I guess”

“I didn’t get to savor it.” He coughs out. At this admission, his face is bright red and grows an even deeper red when he hears your laugh.

“Savor it? Oh my god, Jack, what romcom did you take that line from?”

“You know what? Maybe i'll enjoy these flowers and this food by myself if you want to-”

“Just get inside, Jack. I'll kiss you again but only if we aren't standing in the hallway for all my neighbors to see.”

When you pull him in and close the door, you realize this is what you had hoped for. Shared butterflied as you look at one another, waiting for the other to make a move, knowing what was next and being as excited as you were nervous for it.

Finally he pulls you in.

“Much better” Jack mumbles against your lips.

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes x you #jack hughes imagine #nhl imagine

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imagines-to-quench-thirst · 1 year

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Speak in Flowers

Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Includes: Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Loki, Thor, Steve Rogers (Captian America), Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Clark Kent (Superman), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Orm Marius, Joker, Duncan Vizla (Polar)

All my knowledge about the flowers I found on this link

Enjoy this little fluff piece!

Victor Creed (SABERTOOTH)

PINK CAMELLIA: Longing for you

Victor lives his long life with little to no memories, as most are filled with shocking trauma and events. As years passed and you met him, he was emotionally stunned, fearing what to say and show. The relationship was blooming and bubbling into a fresh memory Victor did not want to miss, but his life did not build him that way. Books helped a lot to him, for him to communicate in ways he needed to express to you his love, his devotion, and his happiness.

You keep every single post-it note, notes in your books, phone, and bathroom mirror he has left. Victor wished to show more of himself in small ways. And therefore, he went for a long walk around the city trying to find a token he could present to you with pride. And then he stopped in front of a flower shop, not looking at all the roses it had on display but at the daintiest petals—pink Camellia. An older lady approaches him, saying.

"Their meanings are Longing For You."

Victor's mind clicks, "I'll buy it."

Returning home, he presents the flowers to you with a slightly spoken tone "I thought of you when I saw them."

Loki

HONEYSUCKLE: Bonds of Love

Ever since Loki decided to take the position as Thor's right hand in governing New Asgard, he inescapably made date nights a fantasy to have. Seeing him several times a month and a few weekly calls doesn't leave much to it. It was as heavy for Loki as for you. Two lovers from different realms trying to make it work. With that, the distance made Loki a nuisance to your delivery man. Every day at 11 am, at your door with a package in hand. At this point in time, you are on a first-name basis.

"Morning, Y/n. Back again."

"Morning, Stephen. Thanks again. Have a cookie."

Loki sent small things that could be delivered easier and faster so you could feel his presence somehow. Most of the packages held a few popular treats, accompanied by letters from him depicting how his day was and always, at the end, writing how much he misses you and cannot wait to have you in his arms. In a new package from today, this one was the most fascinating. Opening the brown box, Hologram butterflies exited the box flying around the room, glowing slightly green as they dispersed into thin air. Looking down, you see delicate branches colored with pink and orange petals, each branching out in their own direction, forming a halo-like shape. Opening your phone, you snap a picture and google search for its name

"Honeysuckles? Hmm...Thanks, Wikipedia. Now let us see the meaning."

Bonds of love.

"Oh, how I miss you, Loki."

Thor

MARJORAM: Joy and happiness

Thor was in a tight position. He was now leading New Asgard on Earth and managed to convince you to try and live in this new area so you could be with him. Not ready to fully move there, you decided to live there for the next 3 months, taking a well-deserved break from work. Living there was a new experience, and you were there to witness the city's first town meeting, first competitions, first restaurant openings, and, as of this moment, the first festival with Thor in hand. Even Loki was there looking somewhat happy but primarily absent.

"You good, Loki?"

"A bit. Seeing the Asgardian people happy makes me joyous, but I miss my lover."

"When are you seeing them?"

"In a few days. They do not know. It will be a surprise."

You looked at him, offering a comforting hug as the people walked around enjoying themself. The sky rumbled, announcing Thor's imminent arrival. Thor's step continued to rumble, and Loki stepped away from you, joining the crowd. Thor was now in front of you, smile beaming and hands full of... green leaves?

"MY DARLING!!" Thor shouted

"Thor...no need to shout. I am in front of you."

"Excuse me! Here you go!"

Thor offers the bouquet of green leaves to you. You accept, sniffing the faint smell of herbs.

"Are these used for... cooking?"

"Yes, I mean, no. Well, the nice lady in the flower shop told me they complement any meat, fish, or vegetable."

"Thanks, I guess..."

"That is not the point of those flowers. Their meanings are Joy and Happiness. Which I feel those feelings when I am with you."

Thor explained nervously, glancing at you with hearty eyes, hoping you would like them as much as he loves you.

"I love you... and the flowers." you replied

Bucky Barnes (Winter Solider)

BLUE AND RED SALVIA: I think of you/ Forever mine

Bucky loves love. Because of you. He cherished the moments he got to experience in this new modern life when he thought it would be a throw-away line. He adored each of those love-filled moments and loved making them even more. Bucky had a small notebook at all times with him where he wrote each moment he did with you, keeping an excellent timeline as well as future notes on what he should do next time. While looking at his notebook, he noticed the lack of gift-giving, especially flowers. Flowers for Bucky where a personalized and live-like message for your lover. And therefore, he decided to find flowers that were the definition of BUCKY. Walking to market place, Bucky walked among the fresh fruits and produce, looking and thinking until his gaze was filled with so many flowers. Stopping at the sight, Bucky hears a thoughtful voice inquiring

"Looking for a unique flower?"

"Yes, for my partner. Something that would depict me as a flower, if there is a flower like that." Bucky speaks self-doubt lacing his voice

"Of course there is; flowers speak many languages."

Bucky nodded, looking at the flowers stopping at two different versions of the same densely packed tubular flowers with velvety leaves. Red and blue.

"Those are Salvia. The red ones mean 'Forever Mine', and the blue ones mean 'I Think Of You'. Hummingbirds and butterflies love them."

"I do call Y/n hummingbird from time to time." Bucky whispered while taking out his wallet to pay, "I'll take them both."

Arriving in a better mood back home, Bucky found his love lounging on the couch. Walking to you with light ninja steps, he placed the flowers in front of you.

"Suprise!"

Steve Rogers (Captian America)

HOLLY: Defense, Domestic Happiness

Steve was on many missions, which were given with his work/lifestyle. So he relished in it when he was home with you. His housewife kink was really showing (if you know what I mean *wink wink*). He adored it when he was doing the laundry with you, doing the dishes, decorating the room the way you like, and planting new herbs and vegetables in your garden. Steve was sold on the whole fantasy he has with you. And he wanted you to show you that. Everyday. Every second.

With that, Steve went on a hunt to find flowers he knew would communicate that. Steve hopped onto a public train in his best 'don't look at me, I know I am famous' disguise, glimpsing at the passing city inching closer to the town center and hopping off his stop going towards a flower shop as he goes cautiously to the lady

"Good day, ma'am. The name is Frank Castle, and I am looking for a flower that would communicate that I love my home and my partner." Steve said, trying not to be suspicious of his 'real name.'

"That name rings a bell, but you don't seem familiar from the photos I have seen of 'Frank.'" The lady says with a hint of suspicion in her voice, looking at the tall blonde up and down. But he wasn't the only one who appeared in front of her with a fake name, and she was a pro at sniffing out a fake. Nonetheless, she wasn't going to put the man in a tight spot.

"Is there a flower you like? Any flower that speaks to you?" She asked. Steve, I mean Frank, looks at the flowers, seeing all kinds of colors and textures in an ecstasy of nature's artistic expression. Finding a dainty four-petal flower so tiny and minuscule an untrained eye would not catch its beauty.

"That is a Holly. They mean 'Defense' and 'Domestic Happiness'." Steve smiled at the flowers that were the size of a pin, smiling gleefully, "I'll take them."

Walking back home with a bouquet in hand, steve opens the door seeing Y/n making dinner. "Y/n? Turn around." Turning around, steve smiles at your surprised smile, appearing in a second when seeing the flowers.

"A little something so you know what I feel when I am with you."

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor

Bruce knew he had it good with you. Really good. You were so, so SO understanding of him, his actions, and his double life. Not even once doubting him but being there with him. Bruce wanted you to know how much he loves you for that, and there were so many ways he could show you that. Trips, gifts, new adventures in new parts of the world, you name it, he will give it to you in seconds. But Bruce remembered that the smallest things mean the most, something he learned from his father when he saw him give his mother flowers every single day when returning from work. As Bruce was in his 'day' office, he called up a number of the oldest flower shop in Gotham, knowing the owner quite well.

"Mr. Wayne. Good to hear from you." The lady said happily

"Mrs. Flowerbottom. Always good to hear from you as well. I would need your expertise. I have been with my lover for a few months now, and I would like some flowers that describe them."

"Of course. And how would you describe your lover, Mr. Wayne?" "They are smart, brave, trust me, and I trust them, and quite simply, they are my hope for a better future." The lady chuckles at the honey-covered words from the billionaire former playboy looking at flowers that describe y/n to the bone.

"I am looking at them right now. Would you like to add a note?" "Yes, it would be: "Thank you for being yourself. I love you with all my strength and heart. Yours always, Bruce.""

Hanging up and finishing up the day, Bruce entered his car smiling, knowing that in a few hours, his lover will a unique surprise back in their shared home. Arriving back at Wayne manor. Bruce looks at the enormous bouquet of Hydrangeas standing proudly in the middle of the living room, a small note with a definition of irises at the bottom of the bouquet

IRIS: Faith, Trust, Wisdom, Hope, Valor

The keys jingle again as you enter, seeing Bruce standing next to the bouquet, saying softly

"These are for you."

Clark Kent (Superman)

YARROW: Everlasting love

Clark was a Boy Scout. Everyone called him that; the man was a boy at heart personified. His smile never dropped, he was always ready to help others, and he was a lovesick puppy at heart. So lovesick. Clark breathed you. His demeanor changed completely when he was with you. He was and still is diving head-first into the relationship. Telling you about his plans with you having a house, having kids, and an all-around perfect life. He wanted it with you.

Clark made it his everlasting task to bring you home flowers every day after work. To show you that he loves you to the ends of the universe and back. One day when he was going to his usual flower shop he saw new flowers, flowers that weren't there yesterday. And those flowers beckoned him to come closer, sniff them, and be entranced in their intoxicating smell. "They are called Yarrow." the lady said, smiling at the glasses-wearing dork. "They mean Everlasting Love."

Clark smiles at the yellow droplet-like flowers taking them in hand and smelling the sweet and tangy fragrance. Waving the lady goodbye, promising to arrive again tomorrow as he heads home to his love. Hearing the door open, you walk towards Clark, ready to give him his welcome home kiss, but before you can do that, Clark shows you yellow flowers with the tangiest smell.

"For my everlasting love."

Arthur Curry (Aquaman)

ASTER: Symbol of Love and Daintiness

Arthur loved to scare and surprise you. He loved to go behind the couch to scare you and then present you with a small gift to make you not angry at him. Trinkets such as seashells, funny coffee mugs, or even t-shirts were out of context and confusing. It was funny, really. And sometimes Arthur can go overboard with the scares to the point where you get mad at him and make him sleep on the couch. Like today, Arthur woke up with a stiff neck and aching back while you were well-slept and making yourself your morning tea. Arthur messed up big time, and he was on a mission to make it better by the end of the day. Running like a headless chicken to town, Arthur zoomed past people startling them along the way. Halting to a stop, he sees his salvation, a flower shop. Walking inside, he is greeted by a lady seeing him disheveled and out of breath.

"Please, help me. I messed up with my dove, and I need your best flowers." He pleaded

"Look around the store and see what flower catches your attention." Looking around the room, Arthur spins a few times around, his mind starting to blur, dizziness taking over his decision process. Slowing down, his body turns to a corner of the room with purple-colored daisy flowers.

"The daisies!" Arthur exclaimed, pointing at them like a 3-year-old kid. The lady chuckles as she walks over to them, taking them out of the vase. "They are called Asters. They mean Symbol of Love and Daintiness."

"Well, my dove is dainty and my symbol of love. I'll take them." You watch from the window as Arthur walks back home with flowers in hand, a big smile on his face. The door unlocks, and you make yourself busy by staring blankly at your book as Arthur inches closer, extending his hand which held the flowers. Looking at him, uninterested, he says

"They are called Asters. They are symbols of Love and Daintiness. And to me, you are both. And I am sorry to scare you so much, and I love you."

"....fine. I accept your apologies.Dumbass."

Orm Marius

CALLA LILY : Beauty

Orm had a first relationship with a human. A surface dweller. Someone he held no positive emotions, and yet...he was smitten. So much so that he decided to live with them a few days a week as a start. Orm felt himself stumble into a new world, a world where some souls expressed themself with care, actions, words, or even presents, the most popular being flowers. As Orm walked around town with his chosen love, he saw a flower shop looking at the offers they had. Letting go of Y/n's hand, he walks over using the given time while Y/n's distracted by the fountain waterworks. Stepping closer, he stops at tubular shape flowers.

"They are Calla Lilly. They are extraordinary flowers." the lady working speaks to Orm. "Why are they special?" Orm asks, looking confused at the white flowers.

"They mean beauty. In their own language," she explained.

"The flowers have their own language?"

"Yes, in a way. The flowers you give to your loved ones can be interpreted in a special way beyond the aesthetic." Orm thought for a second before taking out 5 dollars." I have one paper on this currency. Is that enough to cover the whole store?"

The lady laughed at his bluntness as she took the bill and handed him 3 Lillies. "No, but it gives you 3 calla lilies."Orm grunts at his failure but nonetheless smiles as he walks back to Y/n, handing the Lillies.

"These are for you, my beauty."

Joker

YELLOW JASMINE: Grace and Elegance

J tried to keep his job away from you. he tried to divide his "job" away from your eyes, ears, and hands. But it was not something he had complete control over it. Most of the time, he arrived bruised and bloodied while you played nurse. And he wanted to show you in his own way what you mean to him. So he took you in his purple Lamborghini towards the end of the city, a place that would not be considered part of Gotham, a shrouded place, abandoned houses, people looking at you like with a predator-like gaze. Joker held your hand as you walked towards a tiny restaurant you would surely miss if you did not see the small sign at the bottom of the floor spelling out 'Eat in, not out'.

Entering the place, you and J sit next to each other, and you start to ask questions. This wasn't the place where you two would usually go. No glitz and glamour, expensive tiny dishes that would cost an arm and leg, views that would depict the whole Gotham feeling as if you were running the town. It was all swapped with a one-room-sized restaurant without photos, calendars showing the year 2012, and an elderly woman standing in front of you

"Good to see you, J." She spoke her voice gravely, but her perfume was flowery intoxicating

"And you as well, Mrs. Flowerbottom. For tonight I brought my special person here, and I would like your best dish combo."

Mrs. Flowerbottom smiled lovely at you moving back into the kitchen, and you felt just more question bubble in you.

"You come here often?" You asked, looking at him with more question marks in your eyes.

"I was living here at one point. When I had no money when I was younger, I slept on the floor where we are. This place means a lot to me."

While J spoke, Mrs. Flowerbottom brought out chicken soup on a tray, the bowls big enough for 3 people. And next to the food on J's side, she puts flowers with the same sweet perfume Mrs. Flowerbottom was shrouded in. The small clusters of starry, pure-white petals with rich green leaves. J takes them giving them to you.

"I know that I am not good with words, but I have learned that yellow jasmines mean grace and elegance. And I will give you that. By opening myself up and my history with you."

Kissing his lips, you reply, "I would love that."

Duncan Vizla (Polar)

LOTUS FLOWER: Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth

Duncan felt his way of life changed because of you. You two lived in his cabin next to the lake, shrouded in snow, away from people, enjoying nature's ambiance, feeling thankful for the experience you are sharing with your Donut. Duncan felt himself being happy. He enjoys chopping wood outside in the freezing cold, knowing that he is chopping them for a fire where he will sit behind you, telling his stories about when he was 'working' back in the day. But Duncan wasn't too much of a gift-giver. He was still finding himself in this relationship. And while Duncan was chopping wood, he saw you peaking outside the window, a blanket on your shoulder looking so cozy and inviting him in. Seeing you wave and then moving back in the room, Duncan stopped his actions and walked behind the house and behind a few trees into the woods, seeing the small Polly dom he made no bigger than a 1-meter squared cube. Removing the shrouded small man-made pond was holding his hard work. He managed to grow louts flowers in this weather and in this land. But thanks to the guidance of a sweet lady, he did a good job.

"Thank you, Mrs. Flowerbottom." He said into the cold wind. Taking his flowers and putting them in a basket, he walks into his home. The warm ambiance melted off his cold shake. And you see Duncan with a small grin, and you know he did something he shouldn't

"If you killed someone and buried them in the back, I do not want to know, Duncan." Duncan laughs as he hands you the cloth-covered basket.

"I didn't kill anyone, but I did something for you." With a puzzled look, you remove the cloth seeing pink lotus flowers, the fragrance filling your nose."

"When did you buy them?" You asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I didn't. I planted them a few months ago."

"Why louts? They are so hard to grow here."

Duncan sits down, looking at you with a warm smile as he holds your hands, rubbing small circles of comfort.

"Because I learned they mean Purity, Enlightenment, Self-regeneration, and Rebirth... which reminds me of you. And a bit of me as well. More so, the rebirth. I feel like a new man with you, with a new life."

Feeling eyes prickle in your eyes, you say with a soft chuckle, "You really know how to make me ugly cry, Donut."

Hope you liked it! Tell me what you think.-V

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aemondsdoll · 1 year

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Hi, can I please request reader x Aegon, where she is a shy and kind lady and everyone asumes that she will marry some nice man like Jacerys, who is already in love with her. He courts her, treats her like a real gentleman, but as much as she wants to enjoy his attention she craves something different&darker. She wants man who will love her and praise her but at the same time wouldn't hesitate to spank her, choke her or call her his whore. And Jace isn't someone who can give it to her, but Aegon is. And Aegon is more than willing to fulfill her fantasies especially when he knows that it will hurt Jace...

Fantasies | Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader Pairings: Aegon x Fem!reader (main) Jace x Fem!Reader mentioned. Summary: Aegon takes quite the liking to Jaces betrothed. Warnings: Cheating, porn with plot, Aegon steals Jace's wife, hair pulling, degredation, praise and possessiveness. A/N: This was so fucking fun to write! Reblogs appreciated<3

You were the picture of elegance to anyone who knew you, being a highborn lady meant you were intended to marry a highborn man. Thats what lead to yours and Jace's eventual courting.

You had little to no feelings for him, there was no passion. He'd give you flowers, take you on walks, make flirty quips- but that all felt empty, you wanted more.

A feast began, and you found yourself bored as Jace danced with you. He was innocent, which was the opposite of what you wanted. He twirled you, and dipped you, but you felt hollow. Ladies of the court fawned over the two of you.

You dont know why you cant focus on Jace, why he does not give you butterflies the way you imagined when you were young. You dont know why the only sense of happiness you've gotten tonight was when Aegon looked at you like a predator looking at his prey.

It sent excitement through your bones, and you couldn't explain why. But you simply couldn't ignore it either, couldn't ignore the wetness pooling in your garments as you met eyes with Aegon. The way your footing slipped up when he'd look at you, and Jace would ask if you were okay.

You were reminded of how lovely Jace was, how he treated you like royalty as if you were his already... you didn't like it. You were his fantasy, but he wasnt yours, he was far from it. And every time the silver haired prince would look your way, you were too aware of it.

Aware of how you were dancing with a boy, when you wanted a man. And thats where it began, the wondering touches on your thigh during dinners from Aegon,

The whispers passed off as banter.

"I could make you feel better than him," Aegon whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I could show you the pleasure you yearn for." He whispered again.

What Aegon didnt know, was that you'd fuck yourself to these thoughts every night.

"Come on, pretty girl, I can teach you, that pleasure is made to be mixed with pain." He whispered, and you were unsure of how he knew what you wanted.

And with that, the end of you and Jace began, and the beginning of you and Aegon was rearing its head.

Secret rendezvous where you'd hide in closets inside the keep, Aegons fingers curling against your g spot. "My pretty little whore," He would say, and you would moan. When his hands would go to your throat, demanding you call yourself his, and only his.

He'd make you call out his name, leaving you with subtle marks, knowing just how to fuck with Jace's head. He didn't care because you were his. And Jace needed to learn that, quick.

The nights where you shared passion, but not yet did he take your maidenhead.

"You're mine, all mine. Even if you wed the strong bastard, I will be there on your wedding night, to fuck my seed into your belly, just as I know you want me to so badly."

You hated how right Aegon was, how every time he would tell you these sinful things, you couldn't deny the truth behind his words, you wouldn't dare.

You were his, and he was yours. He reminded you of that, he always did.

Moments where Aegon would spank your bare ass and pull your hair, things you would never let anyone else do to you, except your silver-haired prince.

And on the night of your wedding, Aegon made sure Jace would be too drunk to perform. And he was. Jace passed out before he even considered bedding you, and Aegon took his place.

He rutted into you with such force, made sure you reached your orgasm multiple times before he fucked you, and he fucked you rough and hard, holding your throat as you cried out his name in pleasure.

He took your maidenhead, and bred you full of his seed,

You are his, and he is yours, until the very end.

#house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon #house of the dragon smut #aegon targaryen imagines #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon smut #aegon imagine #aegon targaryen imagine #jace velaryon

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yanderecrazysie · 11 months

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Dark Horse (Yandere Barbarian Bakugou)

A request from my Quotev!

I’m not entirely sure how to write barbarians, so it might sound a little like a pirate- please forgive me XD

Title: Dark Horse

Pairings: Barbarian!Bakugou x Fairy! Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, mentions of violence (not towards reader), Bakugou let her go you jerk

Summary: Bakugou is a bloodthirsty human and, you, a sweet animal-loving fairy. Can you really expect a barbarian to move on without you?

“So you wanna play with magic?

Boy, you should know what you're fallin' for

Baby, do you dare to do this?

'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse

Are you ready for, ready for

A perfect storm, perfect storm?

'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine

There's no going back”

-From “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry

It was no secret that Bakugou was a killer. A bloodthirsty beast of a man. A barbarian.

He lived his days like a carnivorous animal- ripping and tearing others apart for his own gain. Betraying his own comrades if necessary, killing his enemies with a savage, sadistic grin. Notoriously known throughout the world as a merciless monster. The only thing he cared about was wealth and materialistic treasures he took as his own by threats or his blade.

At least, that’s what he thought.

He was sure his heart had rotten away and numbed to every human emotion long, long ago.

But then he saw you.

At first he’d thought you were just another village girl but, one day, when he’d been napping under a tree on a hill overlooking a meadow, he’d discovered that you were much more.

You sang a song with words he couldn’t understand, and beautiful wings sprouted from your back. All of the animals in the area, even ones he hadn’t seen before, ran or flew to you at full speed and waited for your attention.

After gently stroking the fur, feathers, and scales of each creature, you began to glow brightly, shrinking down to the size of a small mouse as your wings grew even larger. If Bakugou hadn’t watched you transform, he’d assume he was just seeing a particularly beautiful butterfly.

At first, Bakugou was content to watch. He discovered that you did this multiple times a day and he tried to be present for each transformation. He discovered that you glowed at night. He discovered that you could talk to the animals that surrounded you.

He discovered that you made his heart twist and soar in ways he didn’t think was possible.

Was it fascination that drove him to watch you? Magic was something many barbarians sought to control to multiply their powers. And fantasy creatures like you were beyond rare.

Somehow, he knew it was more than that. His dreams all featured you in his lap as he pet your soft flower-woven hair and delicate wings, after all.

He longed for you, but he couldn’t bring himself to interrupt your routine, too content to watch you undisturbed like some sort of voyeuristic creep. However, his comrades grew restless staying in the same boring town, and Bakugou knew he had very little time left to watch you.

It made him feel sick, to think he’d have to leave you behind, the unexplored lands no longer bringing him any joy to think of. He went so far as to confide in his closest comrade, Kirishima, about you.

The redhaired barbarian grinned, his sharklike teeth glinting in the light, “Bring her with.”

Bakugou wished he could bring you with him at your full size, but he doesn’t know how to stop you from shrinking and escaping him or getting yourself hurt. Therefore, he only has one option.

You were never aware he was watching you when you did your daily rituals before, so perhaps you won’t notice if he gets closer. If all goes well, you won’t notice until it’s too late.

Until the glass jar becomes your prison for the rest of your life.

#yandere #yandere my hero academia #yandere one shot #my hero academia #one shot #yandere x reader #yandere mha #yandere bakugou #bakugou katsuki

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bubblegumfrosting · 2 years

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Complete Opposites

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Type: Fluff on top of fluff

Summary: Y/n is very different from Eddie but that just makes her far more attractive than anyone else to Eddie.

Warnings: none

A/n: THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE PLEASE READ!! Let me know if you want more of this trope<3333

Imagine being the complete opposite of Eddie and him falling so hard for you for that reason. No one would ever imagine Eddie Munson, the local metal head, having a crush on girly girl Y/n Y/L but here he was.

He loved the way you were kind to everyone no matter their reputation and always went out of your way to include others. The first time you smiled at him it gave Eddie butterflies, he didn’t understand why a beautiful girl like you would be so nice to him.

Eddie was even more surprised when you started to sit at the Hellfire table at lunch time everyday. Little did he know you had to feels for him as well.

“Y/l!”, someone said standing at your table, it was Jason.

“Oh hi Jason! Great job at the game yesterday!”, you gave him a sweet smile before returning to the conversation with Hellfire.

Eddie gave Jason a dirty look.

“Why is a pretty little thing like you sitting with these freaks?”, he leaned on the table towards you. You shuffled away from him and eyed Eddie. Eddie knew better than to make a scene.

“First of all don’t call my friends freaks and second of all we are talking about DND. It’s a fantasy role playing game! Eddie says I could create a character that’s a fairy, want to join us?”, you smiled and Jason scoffed and walked away.

“Some people can be so rude.”, you said and shook your head.

Sometimes Eddie and you would walk through the woods, he’d laugh as you skipped ahead of him talking about how pretty it was. Whenever you got tired you’d lay a blanket on the forest floor and sit down.

“Come sit Eds!”, you patted next to you and he did as you told. You gather various flowers around you and started weaving them together.

“What are you doing exactly?”, Eddie looked suspiciously.

“I’m making a flower crown! I learned how to make them at camp one year, here let me teach you!”.

After ten minutes the two of you made each other flower crowns, Eddie’s crown was well a little rough but you put it on your head with pride.

“We are now the rulers of the forest!”, you said and stood up proudly. Eddie laughed and stood up beside.

“Than you shall be my lovely queen.”, Eddie bowed and took your hand into his and placed a gentle kiss on it. Your cheeks turned a vicious pink, Eddie looked up and noticed your flustered state.

“Is there something my queen needs to tell me?”, Eddie stepped closer to you and brushed a piece of you hair behind your ear.

“I..um.. wow you’re really pretty.”, you muttered out.

“Says you sweetheart.”, he looked into your eyes lovingly.

“Can I kiss you?!”, you blurted out and your eyes widened at what you just said. Eddie smiled and leaned in, his soft lips brushed against yours.

After at couple of seconds the kiss ended, “No need to ask your highness.”.

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thesistersarcheron · 1 year

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Pairing: Elriel Rating: E Word Count: ~2k Tags: Kindergarten Teacher Azriel, Shibari Artist Elain, Fluff, Smut, Social Media, BDSM, Modern AU Summary: After a messy breakup with her college sweetheart, Elain retreated from her life as a social butterfly, moved home to Velaris, and started a work-from-home career as a shibari artist and a playful, kinky influencer on social media. She’s perfectly comfortable at home, using her earnings from her small online empire to build a greenhouse in her backyard and start a side-hustle as a florist.

But her little sister, Feyre, is eager to get Elain out of hiding—and to set her up with a man who she might cling to for some peace and quiet. However, there’s more than meets the eye to Feyre’s long-time friend and the local kindergarten teacher, Azriel.

And Elain knows it all too well.

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Azriel was beyond fucked, actually.

Oh, but I always thought your hands were so beautiful.

The words echoed in the suddenly empty space between his ears until his fingers clenched atop his thighs at the obvious lie in them, but the voice—

The voice—

That was @boundinivy’s voice.

He was all too aware of his body as he schooled his expression into careful neutrality, forcing himself to remain impassive as he turned to face the newcomer at the table.

He looked to his right and found Feyre’s second-oldest sister staring back with something akin to horror on her stunning face, every intelligent thought melted from Azriel’s brain, surely dripping out of his ears and making a gory mess of the sticky booth he had been shoved into an hour ago.

Because without any warning at all, he’d somehow found himself face-to-face with the woman who had commanded his fantasies for nearly two years now.

She looked sweet, all full cheeks and wide doe eyes and a lush mouth—currently parted in a shocked O—that begged to be worshiped. He ignored the flash of Nesta’s outrage in his periphery as he took in the full, unfiltered sight of Elain Archeron staring down at his hands with a look of surprised recognition that, after fifteen years, Azriel knew all too well.

He nearly groaned as his own eyes slipped downward.

Although Bound in Ivy had never revealed her face, always framing her shots from the shoulders down, he had followed her long enough to recognize her body at a glance.

The subtle swell of those breasts, the generous curve of the hips he dreamed of sinking his fingers and ropes into, the constellation of freckles on the back of her forearm—he knew every dip and curve like the hideous back of his own hand. Fuck him, those little dark spots on her skin had fascinated him when she posted a coy crochet tutorial last winter when she was too ill to tease any sort of sensuality for a few weeks. For months afterward, he found himself connecting those dots in his mind, calculating the distance between freckles in inches of rope.

Azriel’s cock pulsed as he watched the blush melt down to the hollow of her throat and disappear beneath the collar of her dress. He was going to hell for it, but he knew damn well knew what was beneath that frilly blue dress, too: dusky pink nipples and a golden bed of curls between her thighs and small, pale scars on her abdomen that she had once shyly admitted were from an appendectomy when she was nineteen.

He knew it because Elain Archeron was Bound in Ivy.

He caged that thought, locking it away and shoving it into the blackest, most barren recesses of his mind.

Because he knew Elain, just Elain, too, but only in the way anyone knew a second-degree connection who mostly posted photos of ferns and flowers to Instagram. He’d skimmed over her most of the time. Had relegated her to a distant, secondary role in his life—one as the sister of the painfully young student teacher Rhys had fallen for during his quarter-life crisis. He was only following her because Cassian had snatched his phone out of his hands five years ago and said he had to follow her. Nyx had come into their lives, so they were all somehow meant to belong to one big, happy family by some convoluted twist of logic.

Still, Azriel had never paid much attention to the elusive middle Archeron sister; as beautiful as she was, as creative and kind as her online presence seemed, there had been no point in engaging with her when she lived in Summer or Spring or wherever she’d landed after college. When she finally moved to Velaris years later, Feyre had gotten weepy the one time Mor asked about her; for whatever reason, Elain hadn’t been well enough to attend their family dinners. Occasionally the dinners were taken to Elain’s little house in the suburbs, occassionally Elain joined Feyre and Rhys for a night out, but unlike Cassian, Azriel had decided to make his excuses and stay home rather than inflicting himself on a stranger in such close, intimate quarters.

So that had been that, and now the world was tilting on its axis, the sky was falling, and Azriel forced to come to terms with the fact that he was a gods-damned moron who lacked so many brain cells that he had effectively written off Elain Archeron as too gentle and too sweet and too distant to bother making nice.

“I mean—” Elain blurted into the silence that fell around them. She blinked those luminous brown eyes at him, the hand that had been reaching for the cookies returning to knot itself in the little bow tied at the waist of her dress. “I mean, oh, I just…”

A small, mindless twist of her wrist had four of her fingers bound in silk, and Azriel shifted in his seat, propping an ankle on his knee to hide the automatic way his body responded to the sight of the small slip knot she crafted from the remaining length.

“Ahem.” A glance across the table revealed Mor’s lips curling up at the corners as she looked between them, her hands fisted together and propped beneath her chin. “I didn’t think you two already knew each other.”

Nesta’s cold eyes went impossibly colder, icicles spearing into Azriel from across the sticky-topped table, but Feyre sank her teeth into her lower lip, eyebrows rising high enough to disappear beneath her messy fringe.

Azriel opened his mouth, thinking quickly, “Just from Instagram.”

“Oh?” Nesta asked, her suspicion softening only minutely as she turned it toward Elain.

“Yes.” Elain straightened beneath her sister’s scrutiny, freeing her hand from the knots she’d absentmindedly crafted, and reached for the cookies that Mor pushed toward her. Coolly, she selected one, seemingly shaking off her nerves along with the sprinkles she dusted off of the icing and into the little plastic dish. She ignored the mournful sound Mor made as she did. “A few weeks ago, when he posted that project his students did for their Autumn equinox party to his story? The leaves were all labeled wrong. I messaged him to let him know.”

Over Elain’s shoulders, Feyre perked up. “You never told me that.”

“It didn’t seem important,” the beautiful liar said. She nibbled the edge of the cookie, avoiding the swirl of frosting atop it, and then…

She glanced up through her lashes at Azriel. The look she gave him inquisitive, searching, and—

And done with an inviting, submissive ease that punched the breath from his lungs.

Her gaze dipped to her waist next, and he tracked them as they ventured through the shadows beneath the table to the hands still fisted on his thighs and then back up to his eyes.

May I? she seemed to ask.

It wasn’t his place to deny her. He reached for every inch of steel in himself, anchoring himself to the hard seat in that booth.

She was Bound in Ivy, and he was the Shadowsinger, and their shared knowledge of that fact stretched as taut as their ropes between them. It hung suspended in the air, tangled and trapped and begging for their attention.

She held his stare as she licked the crumbs from her glossy lips, a slight, nervous tremor building in her limbs as she bought them another second while their audience watched.

He became too aware of the pull of his skin over his bones.

It wasn’t his place to deny her anything. Not his place to allow anything.

Not yet.

He could see the game laid out for him in those brown eyes—moves and countermoves waiting on a checkered board, anticipating his next step. Preparing to choose a strategy.

Azriel dipped his chin.

The pleased flutter of her eyelids, the deepening flush on her cheeks, the way the cookie she held crumbled between her fingers… He cataloged every bit of her reaction, committing it all to memory as Bound in Ivy smiled sweetly at him and then turned away.

Elain shrugged at her sister, a shy flick of her eyes turning that blushing, heated look to shame. “It was just a few DMs, and then we facetimed for a few minutes so I could show him which labels needed to be swapped. I didn’t realize I had, ah… fixated elsewhere during that conversation.” She lifted her own hand to the back of her neck, drawing his eyes to the smooth, silken skin of her neck. He could only imagine how soft it would be. How hard he could make that pulse race beneath his touch. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Uncurling his fingers was like bending steel, but Azriel forced his hands to relax, breathing through the stretch of his stiff joints, and lifted them above the table to brush away the small graveyard of crumbs. He felt more than saw Mor’s keen interest in the move—and carefully ignored it. “No harm, no foul.”

“I didn’t know you posted stories of class projects, Az.” Nesta’s voice was dry as the crumbs he deposited into the paper napkin he grabbed from the dispenser in the middle of the table.

“Sometimes.” Azriel lifted a nonchalant shoulder. “But if your sister knows her flowers as well as her trees, I’ll probably need some help with the bunny project I’m planning for Nynsar this spring, actually.” His eyes cut to Elain—to the mouth that fell open in a sweet little round that tempted Azriel to take a taste of it.

Pursuing his godson’s aunt was a bad idea. Not just bad; it was a terrible, world-endingly awful one, if he were completely honest with himself.

But Azriel was incapable of backing down from a challenge, especially when it was presented to him tied up in pretty ropes and garnished with violets on a silver platter.

If sweet Elain Archeron wanted to play, then he would simply have to beat her at her own game.

“We’re going to be knotting up yarn for pom-pom bunnies and then topping them with felt flower crowns. I’d hate to prep any off-season flowers for them.”

“Oh, that’s perfect!” Feyre leaned around Elain, beaming at them both. “Elain loves to crochet, you know. She used to be so crafty in school, and she’s setting up a little greenhouse in her backyard now, too.”

Azriel lifted a brow in response, finally letting himself think of how creative he knew the incorrigible little rope bunny beside him could be. Of the naughty video he had watched not two hours ago after locking himself in his car to wait for Cassian. Of the rows and rows of flowerbeds and glass walls in the background of that clip while she teased her audience.

He wondered if she could still feel the slide of the rope against her skin the way he could feel it sliding through his palms as he watched her.

“It would be fun, wouldn’t it, Elain?” Feyre nudged her sister, and Az leaned back in his seat, watching as she did his work for him. “You’re still on a flex schedule, right? You could even go help Nyx’s class put them together if you have the time.”

“Yes, I could,” Elain agreed faintly.

Her eyes shot to Azriel’s, and he smiled at her—softer this time, a true invitation. Come or don’t. Play or don’t, he hoped it said. No hard feelings.

She let out a breath. “I’d love to help.”

Sorry for the wait on this update, everyone! I was caught up in the Visions of You Elriel universe for a little while. As a reward for your patience (and in thanks for your kind words on the first chapter), please expect one or two more chapters of this fic this week!

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #elrielmonth2023 #a court of thorns and roses fic #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #my fics #glitch #elain #azriel #feyre #mor #nesta

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Secret Kingdoms (Sergeant Hunter x Reader Fantasy AU)

Lady Luck (Prequel)

Notes: FINAL PART. Sequel to follow. Thank you for following this story and enjoying Knight Hunter and His Lady with me. Christianity-based wedding ceremony (spoilers). Beta-read by google drive Divider by @saradika

Padme gifted you the blue dress, saying it became you more than it ever had for her. Since it was the dress you were wearing when you first met Hunter, it only seemed fitting that you wore it when you married him.

Padme’s new maid, Dorme, styled your hair, and Padme threaded greenery through the twists and turns like a crown. It felt strange having Padme help you with your hair when you had always been the one to do hers. She insisted that this was what friends did for each other on their wedding days, and that was what you were, after all. A maid and a princess. No, a duchess and a princess.

“If you weren’t leaving for Serenno after this I’d make you one of my ladies-in-waiting when I become queen,” Padme lamented, her face hovering next to yours in the mirror. You traced the braid and the greenery in awe. Dorme worked magic with her hands.

“Hunter and I will be too busy helping rebuild Serenno anyway,” You pointed out.

“True,” Padme sighed, but smiled. “You look radiant. Everything a bride should be on her wedding day.”

You held your head high and squared your shoulders. You felt radiant. Confident, beautiful, everything those you loved said you were. How much you had changed in the last few months.

Padme and Dorme walked you to the chapel, where Crosshair was waiting for you just outside the doors.

“Are you ready, little lady?” he asked, offering his arm like a gentleman.

You were smiling so broadly you could hardly form the words to express your excitement. Crosshair chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Is everything else ready?” Padme asked.

“They're all set up,” Crosshair nodded, “All we’re missing is the bride.”Hunter's got more pent up energy than one of the hunting dogs. “

“Just so you know, I'm proud to have you as a sister-in-law.”

You smiled down at your bouquet. It was the middle of winter, so there weren't many flowers available, but you and Padme had managed to find some wildflowers growing in the woods. The tiny pastel blossoms were sprinkled in the bouquet amongst boughs of pine and ivy, all tied together with the bandana Hunter had given you.

“That being said, if you hurt him, I'll kill you.”

You laughed nervously, but Crosshair's face was deadly serious. You quickly composed yourself.

“I promise I'll take care of your brother, Crosshair.”

“Good,” the organ inside the chapel played a fanfare, “Someone has to.”

The doors swung open, and Crosshair escorted you down the aisle.

Only the first few pews of the chapel were filled, with the few friends and family you'd invited. Duke Kenobi nodded as you passed him and his wife, Wrecker gave you a thumbs up, and your aunt and uncle who'd gotten you a job at the castle in the first place dabbed at their tears with their kerchiefs.

Padme and Anakin were standing in the front row with her parents. Anakin's hand was clutching his betrothed tightly, daydreaming of their own future wedding. The wedding of the Naboo princess would be a much more lavish occasion, with delegations and royalties from all across the Nine Kingdoms venturing to wish the future Queen and Prince Consort the best of luck in their marriage. Your wedding was much smaller, but you and Hunter agreed you didn't need anything much more than that.

With butterflies fluttering in your stomach, you looked to Hunter, standing next to the altar.

He was standing at attention, like he would at the training grounds, but you could see his shoulders trembling as he smiled at you. Tears bubbled at the corners of his eyes as he watched you. He looked as handsome as ever, wearing a bright red tunic over his polished armor. It gleamed in the light of the stained glass windows, like a star on a dark night.

He couldn't even wait for you to reach him. When you reached the steps of the dias, He stepped down towards you, taking your hand from Crosshair to lead you to the priest.

The priest was a short little man who reminded you of your grandfather, and he chuckled softly as Hunter helped you kneel at the altar beside him.

“Together, to witness this union, we are gathered.”

The priest continued his speech on the sanctity of marriage and the loyalty spouses should have for one another. You tried to pay attention, but it was hard when you could see Hunter looking at you out of the corner of your eye.

He leaned over to whisper in your ear. “You look radiant.”

You held back a laugh out of respect for the priest, “Did Padme tell you to say that?”

“No…” that threw him off for a moment, “But it must be true if we can both agree on it.”

Hunter squeezed your hand as it rested on the altar.

“You look stunning,” You complimented back.

Hunter glanced at the priest to show that yes, he was actually still listening, and then quickly lifted your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles while the priest looked out over your wedding guests.

You wanted to get him back, but the priest looked at the two of you again.

“Do you, Duke Hunter of Serreno, take this woman to have and to hold, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, until death do you part? “

“I do.”

The Priest asked you the same question, to which you replied-

“I do.”

“The ring, do you have?”

Hunter reached into his pocket with his free hand, cradling your hand in his palm as he produced a small ring. It shone like gold, though it was just polished wood, and the pattern of twisting vines and leaves resembled the pendant on your necklace.

Under the guidance of the priest, Hunter slid the ring on and off your first two fingers before placing it on the third, as tradition dictated.

“This couple, I now pronounce as husband and wife, I do. The bride you may kiss.”

Hunter took your face in his hands, gently turning you to face him. He smiled at you as he tapped his forehead to yours before he kissed you.

You knew that people must have been cheering, it was only natural, but all that existed for you in that moment was Hunter, your husband. His hand slid down to cradle the back of your neck and you gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer. When your first kiss as husband and wife ended, you kept your eyes closed for just a bit longer to savor the moment. You could feel Hunter's warm breath inches from your face as he chuckled.

“What's so funny?” You asked, finally opening your eyes.

Hunter kissed your forehead, ignoring your crowd of cheering friends in favor of drinking in the vision of you that sat before him.

“You look so beautiful right after we've kissed. It's like it makes you glow.”

You doubted you had ever loved him more than you did at that moment.

At long last, Hunter pulled you to your feet and you wrapped your arms around his. Your family and friends rushed forward to congratulate you once again.

“Welcome to the family, little lady! “ Wrecker gave you a big hug and a whoop of joy, and his brothers gave you similar salutations while your little cousins all threw themselves at Hunter with a million questions.

The dining hall was a bit smaller than the throne room, but it was the perfect size for your party. A few more lords and ladies were invited to the celebrations after the wedding ceremony, an effort to make a good impression on your now-peers. And if the king and queen were there, most of the court insisted on attending anyway. But if they were going to vie for Ruwee and Jobal’s attention, that was fine with you. You had more important people to worry about.

The minstrels began to play the first notes of a waltz, and Padme and Echo dragged Hunter and you out to meet on the dance floor.

Despite everything you'd been through, Hunter still approached you shyly. His primary objective for most of his life was working from the shadows, keeping an eye on everything from the background.

Hunter waited until everyone had gotten a good look at you dancing before be spoke to you in a hushed voice.

"Are you sure you're alright with this?"

You looked at him. You had just said “I Do” to marrying him in front of the whole world,and now he was asking you if you were certain about all this?

"Going back to Serenno," He clarified, "The last few days have been hectic, and I never... I asked if you would marry me, but I never thought to ask you if you wanted what came with it."

You laughed softly. You thought over your answer as you swayed back and forth on the floor with your husband.

"Hunter, I want you, and everything that comes with it."

"Even if it means returning to Dooku's lands?" he looked at you in earnest. His dark eyes reflected the glimmering candlelight as he searched your face for any doubt.

Dooku's men had kidnapped you, yes. But Dooku was dead, killed by the man in front of you. His followers had been ousted from the Serenno, according to the letter from Captain Romar. The people who were left were the innocents who had suffered from Dooku's reign, you didn't have to fear them.

"Someone has to take care of the people of Serenno. It might as well be us."

Hunter sighed in relief, his cheek resting against the crown of your head as you tucked your head against his chest.

“It takes a certain amount of bravery to be kind in the way you are, my dear wife.”

You chuckled, ”It's a good thing I have an equally brave husband to help me then.”

Hunter laughed at the compliment. He secured his hold on your waist and lifted you up in the air to spin you around, sending the train of your dress swirling around you like some kind of far magic. You squealed in delight, and your audience applauded.

With that, the waltz ended abruptly, transforming into one of the vibrant, lively tunes that they played in the village where you grew up.

Squeezing Hunter’s hand tightly, you took the hand of your nearest cousin. She grasped Tech’s hand, and led a good part of your guests in a circle to the tune of the music the castle minstrels played. You wove in and out of the crowd feeling lighter than air. Several people tried to talk to you, but you simply threw yourself back into the dancing with your husband and friends.

Hunter kept true to his promise that he would never let you dance with another. Even the Duke of Mandalore tried to offer you a dance when his wife’s discussion of politics with Lord Taa became too heated for his own liking. He failed, to no one’s surprise. Hunter kept his hand in yours the whole night, even when you had to stop and get a bite to eat.

It was in the later hours of the night when you spotted Anakin and Padme sneaking out together. Old habits died hard.

Hunter noticed them too. “We should follow their example,” he whispered into his goblet of wine. His cheeks were flushed, and his hair was a bit unkempt from all the dancing, but his eyes were sharp as ever.

“Do you think it’s be rude if we left without a goodbye?” You scanned what remained of your guests.

Crosshair and Tech had left a good while ago, thought Echo and Wrecker were seated on a bench with several other knights from the training grounds with their own casks of wine. King Ruwee and Queen Jobal had plenty of courtiers to talk to, and your aunt and uncle and their children would be staying for another week. You’d be able to say farewell before you left for Serenno around the same time.

With all this in mind, you allowed Hunter to convince you to leave. You led him into the servant’s quarters and up the narrow spiral staircase that led to the private chambers. Upon receiving their dukedoms, Hunter and his brothers had each been granted their own guest quarters on the floor just below the royal family. You almost skipped past the door to the right floor, so used to the one you would take to go prepare Padme’s rooms, but Hunter tugged at your arm.

“I guess I have a few habits you break,” You looked down so that he couldn’t see your embarrassment.

Hunter stopped outside the door to his room- your room- and took your chin in his hand, tilting it up to look at him.

“You, my lady, look down for no one. And especially not to me. I am your husband, your equal, remember?”

Before you could say anything, Hunter led you into the room. It was dark but for a few embers in the fireplace, and the moon shining through the glass window. It reflected off the crisp, fallen snow, casting more light than usual. You stood there for a moment, staring out the window. The world was so still, so peaceful, so calm. Like the new beginning of your marriage. You didn’t even realize you’d started to shiver until Hunter wrapped his cloak around you.

“Thank you,” You whispered. Hunter stood there for a moment, just staring into your eyes. You couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking, but it felt like he was studying you, trying to engrave this memory of you into his brain.

“Hunter,” You whispered his name and reached up to caress his face. In the cool stone rooms, so far from the heat of the palace kitchens, his skin was growing cooler too.

Hunter kissed the palm of your hand and pulled you closer. His eyes fell to the pendant he’d made you, secured twice as well around your neck this time.

"When we get to Serenno, I'm going to get you a proper wedding present." Hunter said. He slipped around behind you so that he could look out the window with you. His cheek pressed against yours as his arms wrapped around your waist. You reasted your arms on his.

"A necklace made of diamonds. One for every star in the sky."

You didn't know what to say. You were still getting used to the elegant hand-me-downs from Padme when she insisted that a Duchess deserved better. You'd never even dreamed of owning a diamond necklace.

Hunter turned to press his nose to your cheek.

"I'd give you the world if you asked for it," He said, almost in a whisper.

You ran your fingertip over the flowers he'd carved in your pendant.

"I... I don't need the world," You stammered, your cheeks flushed with heat despite the chilly night, "I just want you."

Hunter breathed deeply, "You deserve everything good that this world has to offer you, my lady."

You closed your eyes, and tried to think of your childhood dreams. Some of them had already come true, and now you had the ability to make others come true, and then some.

“It gave me you, didn’t it?”

For once, you had left Hunter speechless. You laughed softly, and he joined you, gently swaying you back and forth as he had during your dance.

You hummed softly, only for yourself and Hunter to hear.

"If that secret kingdom's ours to share, I could never wish for more, for you'd be there. Just two subjects, you and me, In our private monarchy All alone together We would love forever In our secret kingdom far away somewhere"

When I started writing this series, I was a single college student. It's been over two years since then, and now, like Hunter's lady, I am married to my own Knight in Shining Armor 👰😁 thank you guys for reading this story and for all your enthusiasm for it. I hope you'll keep an eye out for other works in this universe, coming soon!!

#lizart writes #fantasy au #sergeant hunter x reader #tbb hunter x reader #tbb hunter x you #secret kingdoms #hunter bad batch x reader #bad batch fantasy au

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albertdabuttler · 2 years

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FaceTime? II | F.W.

MASTERLIST

fandom: Harry Potter

PART I - PART II - PART III

pairings: Fred Weasley x F!Reader

WARNINGS: shit ton of cursing again heh, HELLA FLUFF, smut, masturbating (m), phone sex? not really… voice kink, thats it ig

summary: !!MODERN AU!! Fred calls you in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep but then he sees how goddamn good you look and can’t help himself…

WC: 4.5k

A/N: PART TWO MFS, this is like the first time I’m very motivated to write. EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN DORMS.

Also, please let me know if I made any mistakes!! And I’m very happy to do requests!

gif by me but it looks so bad.. BUT FRED’S HOT SO ITS KINDA SEXY 🤪

NOT intended for minors under 16. But if you read it idc, I probably wouldn’t have cared if there was an age limit either 😭

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Fred had been plopped on his bed for the past hour, staring at his ceiling as he waited to get tired and finally fall asleep. He was a chronic insomniac and barely ever got his brain to shut off, thinking of all the stupid pranks he could pull or joke gadgets he could make.

A sigh came from him, turning over on his side and looking at the picture of you, himself, and George from the summer.

He caught himself staring a little too intensely at you.

You were so goddamn beautiful.

…

Well, it wasn’t a secret. You were probably one of the prettiest girls in the school and Fred knew that. Everyone did…

Although that didn’t mean that he liked you. He couldn’t. It would irrevocably fuck up your friendship and he’d never be able to live with that.

But he didn’t even try to stop his mind from wandering this time. He finally realized he liked you. For the longest time.

He remembered sitting down next to you at a Gryffindor party for a quidditch win and that you put your arm around him as you sipped your juice, later turning to him with a charmingly adorable smile and saying, with the most angelic voice,

“Hey, Freddie. You looked good out there today.”

Your faces were so close together and he would have sworn he felt something, the look in your eyes was telling him so much and it gave him enough butterflies that he could have thrown up flowers.

He was so determined on finally making a move now. He would either kiss you like a crazy dumbass who would probably get rejected brutally on the spot, or he’d tell you he loved you and and hoped you took it the way he meant it and reciprocated it, but if you made a weird face then he would say “as a friend though…” And he would be safe.

But at that moment, right before he could, some other dumb Gryffindor boy had called to talk to you and he couldn’t help but frown, jealousy overtaking him.

Goddammit!

Fred turned flat on his back. He needed to stop thinking about you.

What the fuck is my problem?

He thought, cringing at his creepy infatuation.

How could he not? You were really pretty…Rolling his eyes, he let himself think about you again. After all, he was alone.

He was sure you made fantasies about whatever stupid boy you liked too.

Turning his head to look at your picture again, he really admired you now. You were so funny, playful, you cared about him, you helped him with his dumb homework, and lord, you were hot as fuck.

Fred felt his breath hitch at the thought of you on top of him, using him as some sucker toy to get yourself off.

He quickly brushed away the thought and bit his lip hard to scold himself for thinking something so nasty.

Turning to his nightstand, he picked up his phone which had a silly picture of you and him as his background, and quickly texted you to get his mind off whatever the hell he was thinking.

F| you awake - 12:53

Fred’s mind trailed off to how soft your lips would feel against his, you putting your arms around his neck and tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck, his hands moving up and down your sides.

GODDAMMIT FRED, CHILL THE FUCK OUT!

Yeah.. At this point he was internally yelling at himself for all of these stupid thoughts.

He thought about spamming you to get up because he definitely couldn’t handle these kind of thoughts by himself if you didn’t reply.

F| bruh - 12:55

F| wake up i cant sleep - 12:55

F| HEY - 12:56

F| WAJE THE FUCK UO - 12:56

He sighed that you didn’t reply yet.

F| .. please - 12:57

F| please ;( - 12:57

A real frown drooped over his mouth as he turned his phone off and put it over his chest, his left hand behind his head as he stared at the ceiling again, trying to make his mind go blank.

There was a buzz and he immediately turned his phone back on, hoping and crossing all his fingers that it was you.

<3| what do you want - 12:57

He smiled at his phone and replied,

F| for you to wake up - 12:57

He mentally facepalmed.

For you to wake up? Seriously? What class of dumbass am I.

<3| well im awake now so what - 12:57

He played it cool and typed in his thoughts.

F| i cant stop thinking about you -

Fuck no. What?

Deleting his insane confession, he wrote and sent something simple.

F| i cant sleep and im bored as hell - 12:58

Keep it simple. Yeah… Godric, why was he overthinking?

<3| i know your goofy ass did not just wake me up because you cant fucking fall asleep - 12:58

Fred really didn’t like it when you were mad at him, so it only made sense for him to make a joke. Right…?

F| hold on, you mean my goofy and FAT AND LUCIOUS ASS, right? - 12:58

<3| im going to beat the fucking shit out of you tmr - 12:58

Fred smirked to himself, his heart skipping at the thought of you two “wrestling”, his smile dropped and he felt as if there was an actual fire burning its way from his inner chest up to his head.

Before he could have said some dumb shit like “I’d pay all my savings just so see you try, shortie ;)”, you replied.

<3| and its luscious* 🥱 - 12:58

Rolling his eyes, Fred smiled at his phone, you had a tendency to correct people, and although many found this annoying, he found it cute without realizing it.

<3| if you actually fuckinf studied basic english you’d probably know how to spell it, but your goofy - not fat and luscious - ass is too busy setting living human beings on fire - 12:59

His jaw dropped as he stared at his phone in awe, seeing as you had the audacity to bring up his academic failure and were accusing him of pranking people to hurt them.

F| FUCK YOU - 12:59

F| i prank people i dont hurt them 🙄 - 12:59

And yes, of course he noticed your hypocrisy.

F| also you misspelled fucking - 12:59

F| also yeah my ass is fat and luscious and all the girls want it - 12:59

Fred hadn’t even the slightest idea how that would work in making you jealous. It was clear to everyone at Hogwarts that he attracted many girls but it wasn’t enough for him.

None of them were you.

He wrote again before you could say something that could get to his head.

F| you just dont wanna say that bcs then that would mean you’ve actually looked at it and i know you’d absolutely hate to admit that ;)) - 1:00

No.. That winky face is too flirty.

F| also im not the goofy one here anymore, your silly swan looking ass face wants to fight me - 1:00

That definitely wasn’t true, Fred thought you were probably the prettiest girl in the universe but he didn’t want you to know he thought that. Or even think he did.

F| can you believe that shit 😹 - 1:00

He probably shouldn’t keep going…

F| you actually wanna fight someone who’s like twice your size, the fuck do you think you are - 1:01

That was so fucking harsh, it almost sounded like he was seriously being rude. What kind of dumbass says shit like that to the person they like?

<3| fred if you dont shut the fuck up and go to bed, im telling your mom you had a girl in your room. - 1:01

A frown found its way onto his lips, his eyebrows scrunching up in disappointment, he wanted to talk to you so fucking badly, how the hell can one screw that up?

This never happened before. It was so damn easy talking to you without overthinking a single word, but now it’s like he watches every last syllable that comes out of his mouth or is typed through his fingers, you were his best friend. This shit is supposed to be a breeze.

F| … okay im sorry :( - 1:01

An apology was probably the best way to go at the moment. He thought maybe you noticed his weird attitude too and just got sick of it and went to sleep, and that maybe that was why you left him on seen.

Throwing his phone next to him, he sighed loudly, covering his face with his hands and groaning.

What the hell was his problem? Why couldn’t Fred Gideon fucking Weasley talk to a girl? His best fucking friend for fucks sake?! This was supposed to be easy, taking in account his reputation with the ladies.

Maybe it was the fact that since this school year started, he hadn’t really dated anyone. Much less have intercourse. So there was a lot of internal tension in him.

But he didn’t want to. The thought of sex with anyone in this school or at all was disgusting to him. Even masturbating. Which was odd for Fred Weasley, and the fact that he was, well... A guy.

The only time in which is wasn’t so gross was when he thought of you.

Godric, that sounds so pervy.

But it was true. When he did think about it, it wasn’t like fucking.

It was more like…

Like making love.

To you…

Making you feel so good, pleasing you and stretching you out, feeling your soft bare skin against his and being so incredibly close to you that he wouldn’t ever want to let go.

The thought of you actually wanting to be with him the same way made his heart flutter.

It also made him a little horny.

Shifting position so he had his left hand over his tummy and his right behind his head, he turned to look at the empty spot next to him.

Godric, was he fucking lonely.

No one to keep him company at night.

Not for the past eight months.

Valentine’s day was coming up, and he had no one to spend it with.

Low chance on it being with you since he was an absolute pussy after the Gryffindor party, unless it was platonic.

He reached out to grab his phone and text you again.

F| hey im really sorry for waking you up and then acting like a douche - 1:03

F| i don’t wanna bother you but do you wanna facetime? - 1:04

F| talking to you is really nice - 1:04

He hesitated before sending his next message.

Fuck it.

F| thats why i always only text you and no one else, you actually make me feel better - 1:04

This was literally a direct confession that you were the only one who could make him feel better.

F| come onnnn - 1:04

He had to cut off the sentiments though.

F| bruh if you dont answer rn im telling cormac you have a big fat crush on him - 1:04

Knowing you absolutely despised Cormac was the reasoning behind why he said that.

<3| fuck you - 1:05

He smiled.

F| i mean… - 1:05

F| if you really want to then i guess i can make an arrangement. - 1:05

Damn, I have to lay off the flirting.

The next moment, he saw his face through the camera, his eyes widening as he realized you were actually calling him.

His heart rate quickened as he fumbled to fix his hair and tried to click the answer button but his thumb kept missing it.

Turning to his right side facing his nightstand, he stuffed his left under his face as he finally got it and clicked the answer button, keeping a straight face, yours popping up with an annoyed expression.

You snorted and he had to smile, trying his hardest not to give in until you sent him a smolder, his lips curling up into a wide grin as he tried not to laugh.

“You’re so dumb” he couldn’t help but keep smiling, he knew you knew he wasn’t being serious when he said that, you two would only ever say it to each other when you were goofing around.

“Oh I’m dumb? Says the one who needs his favorite person to fall asleep and can’t spell ‘luscious’.” you scoffed sarcastically but smiled back at him.

“You think you’re my favorite person? Getting cocky are we?” he smirked, challenging you.

“Yeah, am I not?” you asked.

His smirk grew wider, yes you were his absolute favorite and nothing or no one could ever change his mind, but he couldn’t tell you that.

“Yeah, you’re one of my favorites.”

He heard you chuckle and thought it was the cutest sound to come out of you.

The hottest sounds would be the ones where he’s on top of you.

“What are you doing on Friday? Wanna go to Hogsmead?” you asked.

“Yeah sure, I’ve got a prank to play on Snape so you’ve gotta come with me to that first, you’re my lucky charm.” he answered.

He internally cringed, that was the cheesiest thing he’s ever said in his whole entire life.

“That sounds… Not so platonic, Fred. What are you implying?” you joked.

His palms got sweaty as this was probably one of the first times you took something in the way he meant it.

Romantically.

“Oh, shut up.” he scoffed, “You know that’s not what I meant.” he was definitely lying.

“You’re just fun to have around.”

“Just fun? You don’t love me?” you pouted and his heart only melted.

He hesitated, of course he loved you, it was just hard for him to tell you since he meant it in more than a platonic way.

“…Well when you put it like that…” he said it in a silly voice.

You threw your head back in laughter and he couldn’t help but giggle.

Merlin, she’s so adorable.

You kept on laughing and he admired you, you were so fucking perfect, everything a guy would want and more.

His head would spin whenever you’d lean onto him on the common room sofa.

Your perfume was intoxicating and it was hard for him to look you straight in the eyes for more than five seconds before his mind went into the gutter. Your smile was probably his favorite feature since he was so good at bringing it out.

He looked at you and saw that your mind was somewhere else, you lightly shook your head a couple of times and he knew you came back.

But he noticed your eyes moving lower on the screen.

She’s checking me out, huh.

Your smile faded and there was a slight crease in between your eyebrows.

Smirking to himself, a light pink dusted his cheeks, the thought of you looking at him in that particular way made his self esteem higher, but he didn’t get too cocky. It was possible you were thinking of something else, which he thought was most likely the case, but he couldn’t stop thinking about things.

You blinked a couple of times.

“So….” you said.

“So?” he repeated, he still had the smile on his face.

His eyes squinted, he recognized the shirt you were wearing.

“Um I was-“

“Wait is that that stupid old shirt George got you for Christmas 5th year?” he interrupted, although he didn’t mean to.

You chuckled again, “Yeah.”

As you stretched your arms out to show him, it was so incredibly difficult for him not to notice your cleavage. Or your hard nipples.

The shirt was oversized but it was close enough to your skin to show that.

Fred swallowed, he felt his pants tighten but tried to ignore it and avoid the filthy thoughts that were flooding into his brain right now.

“Wow, I can’t believe it still fits you.” he chuckled nervously and you followed with a chuckle too.

“I mean it’s only been about two years, not like I’ve grown that much since then. Plus, George got it like two sizes too big.” you laughed.

He smiled at your laugh, he’d never get enough of it.

“You know, I had the perfect gift for you but I lost it two days before Christmas that year. I think someone stole it and I was so sad that I couldn’t give it to you.” he said.

You had a sweet smile, “Awh. What was it?”

Now he regretted telling you.

“I’m not telling you.” he smirked.

“Bruh come on. You lost it so just tell me, it’s not like you’re going to die if you do.”

He inhaled sharply, “Yeah well I don’t want to. If it’s such a pain in your ass then I’ll tell you this, it was an inside joke from third year.” He was lying for most of it.

“Wait lemme think…” you looked up, bit your lip and were so focused, it was so hot and Fred was using all his will power to compose himself as he felt his pants get even tighter.

“Ah! I know! Was it the time you and I snuck off in the middle of the night and caught Snape reading that really cheesy poem out loud? I forgot what it was about but I remember it was really funny. You wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.” you guessed.

“No, that’s not it. Not even close.” he said.

It was actually a necklace made of pure platinum, a thin chain with a little heart shaped locket that had a picture of you, him and George from when you were little.

Around the locket was a ton of other little charms made from tiny rubies, emeralds, diamonds, all the expensive shit you could think of.

One of them was in the shape of a crow, made from obsidian. That was the inside joke from third year.

It was when a crow landed on your fucking head and Fred laughed his ass off while you screamed if fear and agony.

So not only did it have current value, but it had an emotional value and you’d guess the joke counts too.

But he thought it was too “unfriendly” so he just gave you a black leather bracelet like the ones that him and George had that matched.

He still has that necklace, it was never stolen.

“I have no idea then.” you said.

Looking at you, he smiled. He was starting to get pretty hard but he was a fucking professional at hiding it.

Fred noticed how you looked away, “Look at me.”

He slipped his hand out from under his face and moved it down to his pants.

His dick was throbbing and he hadn’t touched it in months. The tip was already sticky and he tried so hard not to palm himself, so he gripped the bottom of his shirt until his knuckles turned white.

Smirking at his own thoughts and also at you, he could tell you were nervous.

Maybe you did like him.

“What” you said when you turned to him.

“Let’s have a staring contest.” he said.

Fred was definitely the type to love eye contact during sex.

“That’s dumb.” you said.

“You’re dumb.” he retorted.

“No, I actually study. You spend all your time making jokes and pranking people and you never study. You always only study with me and I literally do like 80% of the w-“

He cut you off at the stupid argument you were trying to make.

“Just stop talking,” he said with a small giggle as he kept looking at you with his smile.

You both sighed.

“Damn okay.” you said.

Fred kept a small smile but couldn’t fucking take it any longer and he needed relief.

Squirming. he slipped his hand into his pants, wrapping his hand all the way around the base of his cock and squeezing.

He chewed the inside of his lip at the feeling, slowly starting to drag his hand up and down.

Fred saw that you looked away and his eyebrows knotted as he mouthed a “fuck me please.”

But his expression went back to how it was before as your eyes moved across the screen again.

Moving his hand with a rough movement, his eyes almost closed shut in pleasure, but he needed to see you.

“If you’re about to fall asleep then we can just talk tomorrow. Unless—you’re sure… you wanna stay on call…?” you asked him.

His hand moved back up as he brushed his thumb over the tip. He almost groaned when he tried to reply.

“M-Yeah…” He sighed and his eyes fluttered shut at the tender feeling between his thighs.

“You look like you’re on the verge of falling asleep into oblivion, Freddie.” he heard you giggle.

The way you said his name had him in a trance. Your voice, it was so hot, the pitch was perfect and he could only imagine what it would sound like if he was ramming the soul out of you.

All the pretty sounds you’d make.

Fuck.

With his hand starting to pick up his pace just a little bit, his eyes rolled back at the incredible feeling.

This felt so good with you basically watching.

He turned his head into his pillow and let out a groan that he hoped wasn’t too audible by you.

His hand wasn’t moving fast enough to get him off and it was excruciating.

A small cry came from him as he turned back to look at you, eyebrows furrowed, hooded watery eyes, and his mouth slightly open like he was about to spill his soul out.

“I-I’m gonna go to bed.” he choked out, lying.

He needed to finish so badly and just couldn’t go fast enough with you watching, for you’d probably notice the movement in his arm and he would lose his shit if you told him you knew what he was doing.

An expression of sadness spread across your face and it just turned him on even more. “Oh, okay, goodnight then, I love you.”

Holy fucking shit.

He had absolutely no choice but to say it back.

His face was so red and he knew it, and he knew that you knew it, which only made it worse.

“I love you too…” A sigh fell from his lips at another rough stroke, “So much.”

His face scrunched up at the almost pain in his cock since he wasn’t going quick enough.

He heard the hang up tone but double checked that you weren’t still there as he let out a loud groan.

“Fuuuuuck….” he dragged out.

Taking his hand off his dick, he pulled off his pants in order to make it easier for himself.

As soon as he got them off, he laid on his back and his hand immediately went back to his throbbing piece.

He started moving his hand up and down, a tight grip with his pace only getting faster by the minute. His thoughts were flooded with you.

This is her hand, not mine.

The affirmation only helped him get closer to the edge. His thumb moved to brush over the tip again, picturing your pretty lips wrapped around him and your soft tongue swirling on his tip as you looked at him with innocent eyes.

No doubt, Fred felt really fucking guilty for touching himself at the thought of you.

He couldn’t help himself though.

Heavy breathing started to make its appearance, his head turned to the picture on his nightstand.

He sighed again heavily, picking up his pace as he felt the knot starting to form in his stomach.

“Godric, I want you so bad.” he whispered. No one could hear him but he couldn’t keep it in. His eyes fluttered shut again, throwing his head back as he felt himself almost getting there.

A buzz came from his phone.

It slightly distracted him but he needed to cum.

The room began getting too hot, he sat up, taking his hand off his cock again and tugging off his shirt. The cool air of the room giving him a more relaxing feeling since his skin was already starting to glisten with sweat.

He stayed sitting up and propped himself up on his left hand, leaning on it in order not to fall back.

He grabbed his cock again and started pumping, his head hanging back once again.

“Fuck.”

Your name started spilling from his mouth as he was nearing climax, his breaths were heavy and his eyebrows knitted together, he felt the coil snap as his mouth fell open and he let out a groan, his cum squirting out and spilling all over his fingers and his stomach.

He continued to stroke himself to ride out his high, a hard bite onto his lips at the extraordinary feeling of an orgasm after about five months without one.

He plopped onto his back again, a sigh of guilt coming from him.

he put his sticky-free hand behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.

Jerking off wasn’t enough.

He needed you.

The buzzing of his phone scared him shitless as he quickly grabbed it to see who the fuck was calling him.

You.

“HOLY FUCK!” he yelled, almost smacking his mouth with his jizz-covered hand but was quick enough to stop it.

He laid back down, making sure the spot on his stomach with all his semen was out if view of the camera. And his hand too.

He picked up, “Yeah?”

“Are you okay, Freddie?” you said, his heart skipped at the nickname.

“Uhm…” he licked his lips and looked at his hand, cock, and belly, which were covered in the white substance. He kind of… played with it, while he thought of what to say.

“…Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a long and… stressful day with… uh, grades.” Fred looked back up at you, his hand still messing with his jizz while he waited for you to say whatever you needed to say.

“Erm okay well… Goodnight then I guess… See you at breakfast.”

He could tell there was something wrong but he didn’t want to say anything so he chuckled and replied, “Goodnight then, love.”

You hung up and he let out a sigh of relief, standing up to get a warm wet towel and clean himself up.

When he was done, he came back and got in his sheets again, hair hair still sticking to his forehead from sweat.

Another buzz coming from his phone.

<3| can i go to your room? - 1:37

His heart stopped, thinking of all the things you two could do.

It started beating again at a superhuman pace after he replied.

F| of course, love - 1:37

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thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed the fic. Follow me if you want, or not, bcs i dont post more than once a week.

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dabi-drift · 10 months

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Finn Ames x Reader (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):

Falling in love with Finn was easy. How quickly you fell through the stages of love, yet you wanted to fall impossibly further. He made you feel things you'd never felt. He made your head spin and your heart soar. It felt like you'd pulled him from a dream, every part of him fashioned from your ideals. He could've been a product of your need for love - a partner made just for you.

You love cute things, so you would always be drawn to Finn; he has a cuteness that can only be found in fantasy. You wanted him, at first, like a child wants a toy, but the more you got to know him, the deeper you fell.

You came on strong.

On your first date, you bought each other the same flowers, in a show of synchronicity that was to set the tone for your relationship. It's like you could see into the other's mind. It gave you butterflies to think that he already knew you so well.

He's good for your heart. He takes care of you. He doesn't hide how much he loves you. He runs to you when he's stressed out, when life takes its toll and he needs to cry.

When he cries, he's the portrait of sadness. But he knows he can turn to you. You'll dry his eyes. You'll be there for him. And he knows you'll protect him.

You help him with studies and assignments, but you use it all as an excuse to stay beside him. You could watch him forever, touch him forever, love him forever, and not waste a single moment. You're so fortunate to be the one his heart lets in. If he ever stopped loving you, you're sure you'd fall apart.

His kindness is a gift, but sometimes you want to hoard it. It's selfish, it's jealous, but sometimes you want to keep him to yourself, hold him for a ransom that no-one can pay. After all, you love him more than anyone, and more than he could ever love himself.

You'll never have to worry about him being unfaithful; there's more loyalty than blood in his veins. His insecurities are the only things that can threaten your relationship. You'll have to reassure him often, let him know that you love him, that there's no-one better and you won't leave him.

No feeling can rival that of seeing Finn blush, and hearing his little squeaks as you call him sweetheart, love, and darling. It's like it's your first time falling in love, or like you're newlyweds, still smitten and shy. It's the most incredible feeling.

#finn ames #finn x reader #mashle #mashle magic and muscles #mashle x reader #mashle finn

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dolliestfairy · 11 months

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𝐵𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ༊

Alejandro & Horangi react to Meeting a chubby!fem!reader who is a Butterfly Fairy 🦋

✧ Notes : This was also the continuation from the two other fairy fanfics with different character that you can find on my masterlist that i have been pinned. i really love Horangi but theres not a lot of them that i were found so i decided to take him in this part instead. i will for sure make one for Gaz & Rodolfo and maybe Valeria in the future. and yes the reader skin in here is not Announced so Enjoy my fairies <33 ༊

✧ Quick Explanation : both Alejandro and Horangi was just trying to take a break from the Military duty, some were given and some were trying to find the corner to have some break. only later they found the most beautiful young chubby maiden with butterfly wings that had them lovestruck.

✧ Warnings : Some broken Spanish and Korean.. (shout out to google translate tho 😓🙏🏻) & maybe some misspelled word.. and actually this is just almost pure pure fluff. at horangi's part Reader has an owner who is a Witch (hip owner)

Remember : This Fanfic is a Fantasy Sprinkle on a Military Genre ༊ 𝅄࣪ ׅ ✧ ᮫ׅ ๋ 𝆹 ׅ 🦋

Alejandro ༊

this man is a passionate one. at that time the Military give him a day off so he could lay down a little bit. he decided to enjoy the time in some Traditional Villa that is Surrounding by forest and one of the most beautiful landscape you've ever seen with flowers and other pretty butterflies. he was already in love with that place and he had a dream where he would do his honeymoon with his partner in that place. when he was enjoying the place, he decided to lay down in the middle of the landscape, enjoying the sound of the Mother Nature gaves him. and he enjoyed every last bit of it. until he heard something off, something strange. he heard some butterfly flutter that felt bigger than the usual one. he then get up and look around only to find a shyly face behind one of the trees, trying to look at him. Alejandro eyes is wider as he try to see who is it, and when he see your face and your wings he felt his heart fluttering. he felt like his soul and his heart were suffocating from the butterflies that gathering around it, and he felt his cheek getting hotter, he then clear his throat, and try to introduce himself. slowly but surely, while he was doing his introduction with you, you tried to come closer to him from the trees, he felt his heart more fluttering than he should too. after you get close enough he then investigate you, he look at your face, your body, your wings, and your beautiful eyes and hair, oh god he almost cant handle it. he ask you "What are you?" in which you replied "Fairy, or thats what folks told me what i am." you smiled at him brightly and he felt his heart was about to explode! he cant even get the chance to hide the red cheeks on him! and he ask you again "Do you have any Name?" "well i do have. folks named me Y/N" you replied. after that he went to full conversation with you, getting to know about each others live and stories. it went from afternoon to almost midnight. when he was already a sleep you told him to just go asleep to his room. that day was the last day off the Military gave him so he ask you if he can ever meet you again in which you replied "Why Not?" he then go to his villa and before he'd go, he waved his hand while saying "hasta luego hermosa hada." [ hasta luego hermosa hada : see you later beautiful fairy. ] and dissapear from your sight. he felt his whole body, soul, and heart was melting after meeting you and talk to you, oh he cant just wait until the vacation is coming and he can visit you again.

Horangi ༊

horangi at that time was just done training and decided to get some rest by taking a walk in some Village. he look at every house, every corner, hearing what people talk and stuff, he go to the bookstore to borrow some books to he read. after that he went to some cafe and drink some coffee, eating the fluffiest pancake and stuff until when he was about to go back he see some of the most beautiful green house he'd ever seen in his entire life, so he paid himself to visit and see whats inside, only to when he was on the inside he get surprised after seeing some Chubby!Maiden with fairy butterly wings and some weird ears. he cant lie but he find you kinda creepy in some whimsical and ethereal way but he also find you beautiful at the same time. your appereance making him stutter about what to say, until he said "못쓰게 만들다!.. S-sorry for disturbing.." [ 못쓰게 만들다 : fuck ] he went to the exit only until he stop because he just heard you shout "Ssstt if you walk around in this village with that expression, my owner will get caught and her business will be bankrupt!" he stop in his tracks and see you. "your owner business?" he ask, and you only nodd. "what about it?" he ask again. and which you replied "my owner is a witch, and she saved me from hunter and i love her with all of my life, and i dont want her to get caught because she had a fairy in her home!" and horangi, he doesnt know how to feel.. i mean he just met with the most strangest yet also the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen so clearly he dont know how to react and how to act. but he wouldnt mind tho. instead he ask you "are you a fairy?" "yes." you replied. he cant believe himself that he just met a real fucking life fairy when he was on a break! this feels like dream, and he start to find your appereance more attractive and more beautiful even. so he ask you "what your name?" and you replied "my owner named me Y/N so you can call me that :)" "Y/N? beautiful." he smiled at you in which you smiled at him. before he could get any longer conversation he gets a call from one of his comrades saying that he is getting late and the commander is annoyed with him. he almost shit in his pants while hearing that so he run literally the fastest shit you could ever imagine. and in result he already arrived at the Military Office with just 6 minutes while his commander gave him the most intense death stare you could ever imagine. his commander ask him about why is he getting so fucking late in which he replied "i got lovestruck by some beautiful creature." the commander is just shaking his head and told Horangi to be more focused. and he tried tho, but he just cant seem to forget you, he already clarified that you are the most beautiful chubby fairy maiden he'd ever seen. he wished that tomorrow he can still visit you and see you smile brightly at him and continuing the hanged conversation you had with him.

Special thanks to @gyarunie for correcting the horangi part, big thanks! ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ

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