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Lustpotion | mattheo riddle

summary: you‘re in a boring relationship with cedric diggory and after his enemy mattheo hits a few nerves with his words, he gives you a potion. what you didn‘t know is that it was a sex and lust potion

warnings: cheating (sorry cedric), mind reading, drugging ( kind of, you drinking an unknown potion he gives you ), fingering, dirty talk, praise, dom!mattheo x sub!reader, unprotected p in v, kiiinda enemy to lovers thingy

notes: i‘m making up for not posting so long with posting this third post in 2 days hehe, english is not my first language

tags: @unicors1993 @atadoddinnit @awh-lillies @idk-simra @onyxwingsandcrowblackdreams @xitsametaphorbrianx @kiwi475

My shoulders heavy and my mind racing, I walked into the common room of my house, Slytherin.

All I wanted in that moment was to fall in bed and sleep through the whole weekend. But Pansy had other plans, apparently, cause my door did not open as I tried to walk in our shared dorm. I groan and bang against the door. "Pansy! Open up!" "Sorry Y/n, Draco's over!" I hear her shouting. Perfect, fucking perfect.

With a frown on my face I walk back into the common room, letting myself fall onto one of the couches, closing my eyes, not even caring who's around.

"Wow, I never thought I would have the honor to spend time with you." I hear a dark voice echoing through the empty common room. I open my eyes and see Mattheo sitting on the opposite couch, now standing up and sitting down on mine but on the other end of it.

I just lazily roll my eyes at him and mutter "Don't flatter yourself, Riddle. You know I'm not here for you." He smirks at my answer and shakes his head slowly. "It's just such a shame that you're with Diggory. You know.. he can't keep up with you." I look at him, confused at the sudden change of subject. " How would you know that?"

"I know a lot more than you think, Y/N. I've been watching you two." "Oh great, so I have a stalker?" I answer sarcastically. There's a chuckle in his throat again. " Just observant. But I noticed something. You're not happy with Diggory, right?"

I scoff at his words and look at him directly. " Of course I am happy with Cedric. Why wouldn't I be? Every girl would be. He's so gentle, soft, sensitive.. a gentlemen." I slowly drift off while I'm talking.

"Yeah that's what you want most people to think but I know something else nobody knows about you two." " Oh enlighten me, please."

"I know you have a thing for troublemakers. A soft spot for those who can make your heart race, and Cedric? He's too perfect for you. You need someone who can challenge you, push your buttons, push you to your limits." I hold eye contact while he speaks, not wanting him to think I back down from this but his words hit a nerve, he just didn't needed to know that.

"How would you know what I really like, Riddle?" I question him, something that goes through my mind the whole time. " I pay attention Y/n, I notice things around me. And trust me when I tell you, you give off all the signs." "Signs?"

"Yes, signs. For example the way you always look at me when we argue, your cheeks getting all flustered. The way your heart races when we're close. Even the dream's you're having about me."

My eyed widen at his last comment and my body stiffens. "You can't hide anything from me." I gulp and shake my head. I told no one about my dreams. Didn't even write them into my diary out of fear someone could read it. There is only one way he could know this and I know that his father, Voldemort, was able to do this. "Did you read my mind? My dreams?"

A big smile spreads across his face. " Maybe, maybe not." Slowly I start to get frustrated with this conversation, showing it on my face. "What do you want Mattheo? Why do you care about all of this so much, hm?"

"Because I see something in you.. something I want to try. Maybe pushing your buttons a little bit." I look at him for a moment, waiting for him to tell me that this is a joke, but he doesn't.

I sigh tired "Doesn't matter, I'm with Cedric." "Is that what you truly want Y/n? Or are you just settling for what everybody expects you to want?" I gulp at his words feeling like they hit a nerve inside me again. "I like him, really.."

"I believe you Y/n, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun along the way." I laugh sarcastically at him. " Oh yeah let me guess, that fun would include you? You just want something to rub under Cedric's nose."

"Perhaps.." he admits with a smirk. " But what If I would offer you more than that? What If I could offer you things that Cedric never could? Wouldn't you be curious?"

I swallow, scanning his face before I look away, not knowing what to answer him. He's right tho, I really like Cedric but everything with him is so.. perfect. It bores me to death sometimes.. I just want something more fiercy but I would never admit that to Mattheo.

"You don't have to admit anything." he smirks like a little devil, letting me know he's inside my head. I'm happy that he sits on the other end or else he would feel the heat coming from my body and my heart racing. "What should I do then hm? Great, let me guess.. hopping into bed with you?"

"That's a start.." an arrogant smile on his face. "But I meant more like exploring the unknown together." His gaze flickers over my face, studying my reaction. "I promise you won't regret it."

"The unknown? And what would that be?" "Oh dear, don't you ever wonder what's outside there? What else you might be capable of? I can show you." He comes nearer, sitting in front of me now. "Then show me."

With a devilish grin he leans in even closer, his mouth brushing against my ear, his mouth opening slightly as I think he wants to say something but after a few seconds of waiting and his hot breath tickling my ear, he disappeared into thin air.

In shock I look at the place he just sat on a moment ago, then looking around me. Where the hell is he and how did he do that? "Mattheo?" I ask quietly into the empty room.

There was a soft chuckle that seemed to come from nowhere and then Mattheo reappeared right in front of me. " Suprised ?" he asks with a smirk. " I told you I could show you things."

"How did you-" "It's a talent." he says casually as If it's nothing to disappear into the air. "One you might find useful someday.. but let's concentrate on a little experiment for now." " What experiment?" I ask suspicious.

His voice is smooth as silk as he starts speaking again. " I want you to try something for me.." He holds out his hand in which lays a little bottle, unlabeled and filled with a dark red liquid. "Drink this."

I take it from his hand and look at it a bit closer, noticing sparkles in it. "What is that?"

"Just a little potion. It will open your senses, make you see and feel things differently." he says while watching me carefully. I lick my lips before asking If he made this by himself. "Of course.. I'm skilled in the art of potion-making, as you'll find out soon." he smirks. " Go on..drink it."

I don't know what it is but something inside me, whatever it is, screams at me with full lungs to do it, my fingers twitching as I look at the little phial. I open it, position it at my lips and let the unknown liquid run down my throat.

As I swallow it, I could already feel it heightening my senses, my emotions running wild inside me. I see him watching my face with satisfaction as I visibly tremble in his presence. " That's it.." he whispers, coming closer again. " W-what did you gave me Mattheo?" I stutter out as I feel myself getting warmer under my clothes.

"Just a little something to enhance your experience." he says, his voice filled with dripping lust. " You'll thank me later." Suddenly, without a warning, he leans in and kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth instantly while slowly pressing me down against the couch.

I gasp into his mouth, feeling all kind of things at once. The potion made every nerve in me more sensitive, leaving me panting just from this kiss. Goosebumps erupt over my body as I slowly feel like I'm on fire.

Mattheo smiled against me, mumbling " It feels like all your senses are heightened, right?" I just nod and answer him with a short breathless "yes". "How does it feel now?" he asks as he presses his body harder against mine, still under him. I whine at the touch and close my eyes, too stunned to speak.

His smirk widens, his eyes gleaming with triumph. My body is trembling against his, every breath I take seems to be for him. "How does it feel?" he repeats his question. " Like..like every touch from you sets me on fire. It's burning.." I gasp again, my cheeks turning red.

"Is that so?" he hums, " Do you want me to make it burn even more?" he whispers in a seductive tone. I just nod, not thinking about my actions anymore. " Please Mattheo, I can't breathe." I feel my lungs getting heavier, just like the rest of my body.

He brings his hand up to my face, cupping my cheek and brushing his thumb over my trembling lip, causing me to shudder against him. " I'll make you scream, princess." he promises with his voice low and intense.

I bite my lip at his statement, my eyes slowly closing. " How long does the potion last?" "They can last for hours." he says with a wicked smile, still brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. He slowly let's it slide past my parted lips. He groans as I suck on it, letting my tongue swirl around it, before he slowly pulls out.

"Mattheo please, I need you." I whine, feeling as If I’m about to explode If he doesn't touch me and give me something. " You need me?" He starts to smile at my words, letting his hand wandering over my body. From my mouth down to my neck, down to my chest further to my stomach. I inhale sharply when his fingers brush my stomach, feeling it already tightening.

Shamelessly he opens my jeans, letting his finger disappear into my slip without hesitation. " You're already so wet for me." he groans as he feels me dripping onto his fingers. "I fucking love it." he mumbles against my lips before he kisses me.

He tugs at the rest of my jeans and slides them down without breaking the kiss, until my pants are gone. He takes of my top, leaving my lips this time and looking at me. "Oh you look so hot right now."

My cheeks get red and hot, my face all flustered. "You look so fucking good baby, fuck." he groans his hand going back inside my slip, his thumb circling my sensitive clit and his fore and middle finger go right inside my pussy, pumping me.

"Oh god Mattheo, it‘s too much!" I whimper loudly as he continues to tease me with his touch. It didn‘t take me long before I come on his fingers, clenching around them.

My nails dig into his arms and leave marks all over them, broken whimpers and screams leave my mouth but before anyone could hear, they were muffled by Mattheo‘s hand over my mouth.

"Shh, we can't have anyone hear this, right?" "I need more Mattheo, please. Fuck me!" I hiss, feeling as If I might die If he doesn‘t"

"Poor baby, all fucked out and I've barely even touched you." he says, smiling down at me and my shaking body. His fingers come back to my pussy but this time they only play with my clit which makes me arch my back and gasping really loudly."N-no.. more.." i stutter out.

"Oh I‘ll give you more." he promises, chuckling low in his throat, unable to resist my pleas. He pulls me closer, our bodies flush against each other. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his own pants, letting out a sharp breath as he feels my wetness against his erection.

My eyes go wide as I look down and see his cock. My mouth hangs open a bit and I feel myself getting even wetter. "I - am I dreaming or is this real?" i ask him, not sure If the potion lets me imagine thing.

He laughs at my words and shakes his head. "It’s real.." he growls. "And you're gonna find out just how fucking real it feels."

Before I could say anything, I feel his thick tip against my entrance, pushing itself inside me with a sudden force that made me roll my eyes back to my brain.

"God, you feel so good, so tight." he moans as he starts to move his hips. I buck my hips up against his, finally feeling full, finally feeling that fire on my skin cool down a little bit. I look around the room, realizing again, that we‘re in the middle of the common room and anybody could just walk outside their dorms and see us. But at that moment I couldn‘t care less, it even turned me on when I‘m being honest.

He leans down to my face and whispers inside my ear " you like that thought of getting caught hm? The thrill of being watched.." I moan even louder at his words that let me know he read my mind again. "Please.." i breathe out.

I felt so drunk.. drunk of him. "I bet you would beg anyone to fuck you right now." he murmured as his eyes roam over my trembling body. "N-no, only you.." i whine and it‘s true. I feel like there is a connection through the potion to him. A desire that only he can satisfy.

"I want to feel you." I beg him as he slowly pumps his cock in and out of me. "You want it rough or smooth?" "Rough." i answer without hesitation.

Mattheo's grin widens and his eyes gleam with lust. "You got it.." he growls, pulling me up and pushing me onto the table in front of him. I gasp at the sudden change.

He ignores the possibility of being caught, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he positions himself at my entrance. He pushes into me hard, filling me completely with one thrust. "Fuck" he groans, starting to move his hips in a steady rhythm.

His lips curl into a devilish smile, his movements becoming more aggressive. "You like it rough, huh?" he asked rhetorically, increasing the pace of his thrusts. I slam my hands down onto the table and try to stabilize myself but it‘s useless. He‘s fucking me like an wild animal, the table wiggling like crazy.

We both feel the intensity of the situation growing, his cock twitching with each thrust and my pussy clenching. "You're mine," he growls, grabbing my hair roughly and pulling my head back. He starts moving faster, almost losing control.

I can‘t answer. His statement reminds me of Cedric for a moment and guilt crashes over me. Mattheo felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of Cedric's name crossing my mind as he reads it again. He slams into me harder, his body trembling with effort. "You belong to me," he repeated through gritted teeth, his eyes locked onto mine.

"I bet he can't fuck you like I can. I can take care of you. You don't need anyone but me."

I still don‘t answer him, pressing my lips together which just angers him more. "You‘ll beg for it." he snarls and lifts my leg over his shoulder, getting even deeper which leads to me squirming and breathing fast.

"I'm going to fuck him out of your smart little brain, understood?" I just nod and claw my nails into his back, leaving marks all over. "Tell me you belong to me." he whispers into my ear, thrusting with more force inside me. "I- I don‘t know.." i whimper as i feel him hitting my soft spot.

"What would he think If he could see you right now, hm?" he taunts over me and smiles, scanning my face and body. "Such a little slut for me.“

I scream his name, muffling it with my own hand as I feel myself getting close. "I need to come, please. I'll do anything!" "Say it." he says, his hips getting slower, teasing me.

"I - I‘m yours Mattheo. I belong to you." I cry out as he thrust inside of me like a mad men. "Come for me princess." he moans, his thumb going over my clit again. My eyes roll back once again as he hits my cervix, fucking me speechless.

"Bite me." I look at him confused before he repeats himself. "Bite into my shoulder when you come."

With a brutal pace he slams his cock inside me, leaving me dumb and brainless as he chases his own release. A broken sob comes out of my throat and my stomach twists in the best way ever as i come around his throbbing cock, milking him. I do as he told me to and bite into his shoulder as I scream.

I feel him release inside of me, pumping me full with his cum and painting my walls with his hot seed. He holds me in place, making sure I take every last drop of him.

"So good for me, look at how much you came." he whispers as he pulls his cock out, looking at our mixed juices. I look down and the picture sends shivers down my spine.

"I - uh.. I might have left a few marks." I admit kinda shy as I feel the potion flowing out of my system.

" I must say, you are quite the little cockslut." he said, admiring the mess between my legs and my work on his back and arms. He leans down and whispers into my ear. "Now clean up and go to sleep princess. You‘ll sit with me at breakfast."

"But - I sit with Cedric every time." "Well, that‘s too bad, cause you‘re sitting with me tomorrow." he says, knowing how mich he will get under Cedric‘s skin with this. "And remember, If you don‘t show up I will find you." he says, daring me to argue with him.

— next morning —

As I walk into the great hall, my heart keeps pounding in my chest like its about to explode. My hands are twitching and I couldn‘t hide my nervousness on my face.

I fell asleep last night with an sore aching pussy and a dream that about Mattheo that was .. well, interesting. But I bet he already read my thoughts and dreams I had. Damn, I really had to do something about that later.

I gulp as I walk further into the Hall, standing still as I look over all the four tables. At first I look over to the Hufflepuff table with Cedric sitting on it. He smiles at me as he notices me. That perfect smile.

Then I looked over to my table, seeing Mattheo‘s eyes were already on me. He looks at me with daring eyes, gleaming with lust and power.

Suddenly I hear a voice inside my head, whispering. "Don‘t even think about it my little cockslut." I bite my lip at the choice of his words. I look over to Cedric again, sending him an apologetic look before walking over to an arrogant looking Mattheo, smiling smugly at Cedric.

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thank you so much for reading! Comment down beloe If you wanna get tagged in part 2 cause there will be one.. suprise: sub!mattheo 👀

thank you also for every kind of support 😚

xoxo sarah <3

#slytherin boys #slytherin imagine #slytherin smut #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle #harry potter imagine #harry potter masterlist

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thisnerdetteoverthere-blog · 2 years

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Do any of you also have these fandom-flashbacks where you suddenly think of a random fictional world and them suddenly are so engulfed in said world that you just stare aimlessly into space, forgetting what you were doing ???

#and then you remember you‘re in public and are supposed to act like you‘re nor mentally in space or something #like i could imagine whole damn dialogues and then just snap out of it and be like oh shit #that was my bus #anyhow #guess what‘s happening to me rn #fandoms #headcanons #don‘t know how to tag this i‘m sorry #i just keep listening to that one song km repeat cause it describes the feeling of my headcanon

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drvirgus · 2 months

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Why You?

Idol! Yunjin X Idol! Reader X Idol! Chaewon

Description: What if the first official lesbian in the K-pop industry has to fake date her biggest school enemy? What if Y/n is already in a relationship, and it happens to be with one of the Member of Yunjin?

Tags: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, Idol au, Smau

Warnings: kind of Cheating? Lots of Communication lack, strong language. Kys jokes

Status: Finished✌🏼

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Profiles: 🐍🐯🐈🐱🦢, 🐼🐋🐶🦄🐯, Others

Y/n‘s Outing

Fake Relationship?

Why her?

Pretty face?

Y/n‘s paying

Unnie

That shouldn’t be okay

The fake Date

The fake Date (2)

Tipsy Y/n

3 Lesbians for Charlie

the „Weapon“

just a game

puffer fish

show some respect

Itzy‘s concert

living a lie

since middle school?

flying to America

your first

just a joke

dress appropriately

flying to America (2)

loyalty

leaving you out here (half-written)

mobbing Y/n

afraid of losing me?

making her laugh

spreading what?

party

Party (2) (half-written)

7 minutes (fully-written)

Y/n‘s a bottom?

Tell her

Let’s try it

Compliments

Lives

Don’t confess

We‘re just friends

I‘ll ask her

I like you

I‘m sorry

A break

Communication issues

Song lyrics

Running away

I‘m happy she’s laughing

who‘s that person?

did you think of Yunjin?

I like you (2) (half-written)

the break up

the reveal

beating Yunjin

#newjeans minji #newjeans #le sserafim #kim chaewon #chaewon #chaewon x reader #huh yunjin #yunjin #yunjin x reader #eunchae #sakura #kazuha #aespa karina #aespa #karina #winter #ningning #giselle

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cheonstapes · 7 months

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LASER TAG (various characters)

saw this on pinterest and isnsjsjesisisiaisj😊😊😊😊😊😊.

also first post omg!! lil bit nervous icl ＾＾　enjoy, feedback is appreciated!! s not proof read- it’s 5 am and i am tired🤗

wc; 500+

pairing; any char x reader

cw; gn! reader (use of princess), suggestive, dry humping, making out, betrayal, reader is shorter than character, reader being dramatic (me fr)

soft pants left your lips as you surveyed the area, bright neon lights dancing around the darkened maze. with the laser gun held tightly in your hands, you take a few steps forward, the loud music muffling your movements. you peek round the corner, a puff of air leaving your nose as you spot a figure moving closer.

he pauses- looking around lazily before his gaze settles on you. you can’t see him, your back against the edge of the wall, as he stalks towards you- a teasing smirk on his lips. you freeze as the sound of ruffled clothes nears closer, immediately jumping out from behind and pointing the laser gun at them. “hey! back the fuck- babe?” you slowly put the gun down as you stare at him, a beat passing before a mischievous smile graces your lips as you raise the gun again.

“any last words?” you smirk, head tilting. he lets out a low chuckle, closing the distance between the two of you. the gun is pressed against his firm chest as he looks down at you, eyes hooded and his lower lip tucked between his teeth. “that’s how it is, hm? not gonna give your man a pass, princess?” he leans into your face, breath fanning against your skin. his hands caress your sides, pinching at your exposed skin.

“n-not a chance. it’s a game, babe, i‘m not fucking loosing.” your words catch in your throat as his hands trail lower, teasingly brushing over the curve of your ass. he grips your plump cheeks tightly, pulling you flush against him. a wicked grin stretches his face, his hands working eagerly against your flushed skin. “mm, y’know i’ll always root for my baby, anyway.” he moves his hands to your waist, murmuring softly. “gimme a kiss ‘fore you kill me, at least.”

you roll your eyes playfully, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, pulling him down to your face. he wraps both of his arms around you, lifting you up to press you tightly against a wall, connecting your lips in a hot kiss. his tongue teases yours, hands squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs as he grinds his hips into yours. the bulge in his pants throbbed as you pushed yourself harder against him, breathy moans mingling with his grunts. saliva drips down your chins, the room suddenly feeling 100 degrees hotter as you run your hands through his hair, tugging on the strands to deepen the kiss.

he pulls away abruptly, flashing his teeth as he holds you tightly. your gun lay abandoned on the floor next to you, your eyes locked onto his- his face making you weak in the knees as he smirked down at you softly. “thanks for that, baby.” you smile, giggling as you lean into his touch. “mm, you’re welcome, handsome.”

“‘n sorry for this.” your brows furrow at his words, leaning back slightly as you look up at him in confusion. “huh? sorry for what-“ you gasp as you hear the loud *beep* that sounds from his laser gun, the light on your jacket flickering out as the announcement of your elimination rings through the room. you gaze up at him, disbelief coating your words. “you fucker! what happened to rooting for me?” you smack his chest, pouting angrily as he laughs that deep laugh of his, crossing his arms and looking down at your annoyed self. “well, it is a game, babe. ‘n i’m not fuckin’ loosin’.”

- bakugou katsuki, gojo satoru, renji abarai, eren jeager, childe, tetsuro kuroo, meguru bachira, ryusei shidou

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bravo4iscool · 2 months

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i‘ve been asked to give this little ‚false signs‘ thing a happy ending and while i believe that i can‘t do that since this piece of work from me is a little too personal and based on real events (lol) i want to give you a kind of ‚ending‘ nevertheless.

people i thought might want to be tagged - @samthereader1 @alittlejudgemental @lilliumrorum

(masterlist | false signs masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

it was the evening of the marine ball and well, you weren‘t going. you decided so the very second simon told you he‘s got someone else. perhaps it was childish but he hurt your feelings and you couldn‘t just ignore the way your heart shattered to pieces.

so, you sat in front of your tv, watching the lastest season of bridgerton (please don‘t blame me guys, i‘m OBSESSED with this series😭) and nibbling at a bottle of water. it was safe to say that you were surprised when there was a knock on your door.

you scrambled to your feet and walked over to your door, opening it. „simon,“ your hand tightens around your door knob, your knuckles turning white. „what are you doing here?“

„‘taking you t‘the ball,“ he simply says with a slightly tilted head. „why‘re y’not ready?“ he wants to know, pushing himself past you into your flat. he turns around, eying you. „get ready.“

you stare at him for a second before you close the door. „no.“

„what ‘no‘?“ he frowns.

you plant your hands on your hips „i said no, simon.“

„but why?“

„because i am tired of being the second choice, alright?“ you try not to spit it into his face, balling your hands into fists beside you. „i don‘t want your pity simon! i don‘t want to only be considered because you feel guilty!“ you take a deep breath and try to calm down.

he searches for your eyes and takes a step in your direction. „you‘re not-“ he starts but you raise your hands to stop him.

„don‘t try to talk yourself out of it now. you‘re making it worse. i‘ve accepted the fact that i won‘t be someone’s number one but i don‘t need a constant reminder of it. you wouldn‘t have thought of me if i hadn‘t mentioned it at all, i want it to stay that way. just leave me alone, okay?“

he doesn‘t want to leave you alone. he wants to- he doesn‘t know what he wants…

„but-“

you sigh and massage the bridge of your nose. „leave simon, please. take her to the ball and be happy. i‘m fine.“ you know you‘re lying to yourself but you always have done it, no? lying to yourself, manipulating yourself… it‘s all you know.

he doesn‘t know what to say at that. he keeps still and eyes you. he knows he fucked up; he can see it your eyes and he hates himself for it.

„i‘m sorry,“ he says before he strides over to you to take you in his arms. „‘m sorry…“

you relax into his arms, hiding your face in his chest. „don‘t be. it‘s…alright.“

#writing #ao3 #fanfiction #archive of our own #story writing #call of duty #simon riley #cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost x reader

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vscabarca · 25 days

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could u do something really angsty with ferran torres

the Ibiza incident - Ferran Torres

summary: Ferran cheats on you during vacation, but tries to fix the mess he made.

genre: angst

warnings: cheating, swearing

a/n: anon you made it really hard to write something angsty about ferran lol, I just see him as fluff in person.

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Your throat grew tight, your eyes started watering. This couldn’t be true.

You just came home from work, absolutely exhausted, wanting to relax in your shared home when your friend, Lucia, send you a TikTok link.

Not knowing what you were about to see, you opened the link, putting your feet onto the coffee table in the meantime.

It was a video recorded by a random girl, showing a guy a few feet away heavily making out with another woman. At first you didn’t understand why your friend would send you this, not until you looked at the hashtags. #ferrantorres #eltiburon #cheater #y/nandferran

Your heart stopped. Could this man really be your boyfriend of four years? Like hypnotized you rewatched the video about ten times until you finally spotted the tattoo on his upper arm. It really was your boyfriend, sticking his tongue into another girl’s mouth.

Ferran had told you he would go to Ibiza with a few of his friends, just enjoying his freetime. He had actually asked you to tag along, but due to work you couldn’t come with him. You trused him, you always had. There was never a time where you didn’t trust him, your relationship seemed to be healthy until now.

You felt sick, your head was spinning and tears were flowing freely.

"I‘m so sorry, I‘m already on my way.“ Your friend texted. You just laid there on the couch, head in your hands while you sobbed uncontrollably. You didn’t even realize your friend entered the shared apartment, not until she engulfed you in her arms.

„I thought he loved me.“ You sobbed, clinging onto Lucia’s sweater.

„I‘m so sorry Y/n, I don’t know why he would do something like that.“

That night ended in a blurr, you were so tired from all the crying that you just passed out on the couch.

The next morning came crashing down and you woke up to numerous texts and phone calls from Ferran.

„Baby answer me please“

„I know it looks bad but I can explain“

„I love you“

„please don’t ignore me baby“

7 missed calls by fer💕

„I‘m coming home today“

„we can talk things through“

The tears were already welling up in your eyes. How could someone who swore their love for you, who bought you a promise ring, who you experienced every firsts with, just throw all away for some minutes of pleasure? Lucia came with a cup of coffee and helped you calm down again.

„He doesn’t deserve you, you’re too good for him.“

You just sniffled but agreed with what she said.

„How about you spend some time at my place? I‘ll prepare everything and you pack some stuff to take with you, then I‘ll pick you up again.“ She suggested. Lucia really was a lifesaver, you didn’t know what you would’ve done without her.

You broke down again in the bedroom while putting some clothes into a small luggage. All those moments spent here, were it intimate nights, early morning cuddles or just napping together, it felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest once again.

The pictures of you two on the wall didn’t make it any better. Your fingers traced over a selfie of you and Ferran. It had been the night where he asked you to move in with him and of course you said yes.

The door of the bedroom suddenly was pushed open and a distressed Ferran stood in the doorway, the travelbag thrown onto the floor.

„Baby what are you doing?! I can explain.“ He stumbled towards you, but you only backed up, the tears flowing freely again. Was he really thinking you would forget what he had done?

„What the fuck do you think I‘m doing?! Why Ferran? I thought it was going well between us.“ You sobbed, clothes clutched tightly in your hand.

„I‘m so sorry, I messed up. She means nothing to me I swear. I love you.“ He tried to come closer but you just pushed him away.

„Who is she?“ At least knowing the truth would be nice.

„Just a random girl from instagram, she texted me to meet up and it just happened but-”

„How long? How long had this been going on?“ You interrupted, not believing any of this was really happening right now.

„Three weeks, but it only happened once in Ibiza, then I realized what a mistake I‘ve made.“ Only three weeks.

You didn’t listen to any of his bullshit but brushed past him, not really knowing where to go.

„Baby I swear I‘m so sorry.“ He chased after you, trying to grab your wrist to stop you from walking away.

„Don’t fucking touch me. You‘ve been cheating on me for three weeks, texting random girls. Did you sleep with her too?“ If he would answer yes, it would’ve been over for good, no „let me explain“ and „I only love you“ shit.

„I took her back to our house, yes“

You felt like you were about to faint, starting to cry once again. With an impulsive decision you slapped him across the cheek. It didn’t seem to hurt much, but he still couldn’t bare to look at you.

„We‘re over. You’re a fucking asshole and don’t try to apologize if you don’t mean it, otherwise you wouldn’t have cheated.“

You looked at him one last time, pulling off the ring he gifted you and placed it on the kitchen counter. You grabbed your luggage and walked through the door one last time that day.

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losing-my-mind-in-the-mirror · 2 years

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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

THANK YOU ♥️♥️ I LOVE YOU ♥️♥️

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justmystyles · 10 months

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Now You're In My Life - Part 7

catch up here

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 4.1k

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down.

warnings: 18+ NSFW, oral (f receiving)

a/n: none, just enjoy i guess.

*i say it's a plus size reader, while i don't focus a lot on that aspect (because your size should not define you), it will come up, so i just wanted to be upfront about it.

tags: @allthelovehes @ameerakane20 @ash-craze @bethanysnow @blue-ballad @brightlightsinlife @cute-as-ducks420 @gem1712 @golden-hoax @groovychaosavenue @hillzrry @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @n0vaj3an @stylesfeverr @superchrystaldrug @tenaciousperfectionunknown @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @youknowwhaaat

Your eyes flutter open, immediately greeted by Harry’s smiling face. “Good morning, princess.”

“Morning,” you greet him groggily. “How long have you been staring at me, you creep?” You bring your hand up booping Harry on his nose.

“I’m sorry,” his hand slid up from where it had been resting on your hip to cup your cheek. “You just looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help it.” He leaned in, gently brushing his lips against yours. “You snore, you know?”

“I’m sorry, did I keep you up?” Harry didn’t answer, he simply looked at you with a dreamy smile on his face, as if there was something he wanted to say.

There was, those three words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t want to say them yet. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were true, but you had only known each other for a month. He knew how reserved you were, and he was afraid that if he said them too soon it would scare you away.

“Earth to Harry.” You pulled him out of his thoughts, playfully knocking your fist against his head. “Where’d you go just then?”

“Sorry darling, I was just thinking about all the special things I have planned for my birthday girl today.” He leaned in, kissing you softly. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

You giggle as he begins smothering you with kisses all over your face. “You really don’t have to do anything, just being here with you is enough.”

“Seriously?” He groaned dramatically sitting up in bed. “I wish you had said something sooner. It would have saved me so much trouble.”

You laugh at his sarcasm, pulling his pillow from behind him and hitting him across the chest. He arched his brow at you, shaking his finger. “You’re lucky it’s your birthday, or else you’d be in for it right now.”

“Such a tough guy,” you mock as you sit up, leaning in close, hoping to finish what you started the night before. You run your hand down his chest and start kissing along his jaw.

“Y/N… that mmm, hold on.” He grabs you by the wrist, moving your hand off of him and leans back. “As much as I would love to, and I hate to deny you anything on your birthday, I’ve got to stick to a schedule if I‘m going to spoil you properly.”

“Oh sure, sorry.” You pull back sheepishly, your gaze dropping to your lap.

“Hey,” he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t apologize, I love where that pretty little head of yours is at. I’m here for a whole week, we’re going to have plenty of time for that. Trust me. But your birthday is only today.” You nod silently, still feeling embarrassed by the rejection. “Okay, princess?” He needed to hear you say the words.

You push everything down, telling yourself you’re silly for being disappointed. “Okay Harry.” You smile, showing him that you’re fine.

“Good girl.” With his hand still on your chin, he pulled you close for a lingering kiss. “Now get dressed, it’s time for phase one.”

“Phase one? How many phases? And how should I dress? Where are we going?” The questions tumble out of you one after another.

“Slow down there,” Harry chuckled. “First of all, we aren’t going anywhere.” You looked at him curiously. “I need to set up a couple of things, which means I need to get rid of you for a bit.”

“Hey,” you whine. “Rude.”

Harry smiled and kissed you on the tip of your nose. “Sorry, that came out wrong. Just wear something comfortable. I wanted to make sure you were nice and relaxed, so you’re going for a massage while I run some errands and get things ready.”

“Really?” You question, he nods his head in confirmation. “Harry, that’s amazing, thank you so much!” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close.

Once you had both gotten dressed, Harry dropped you off at the massage parlor, and went off to prepare the rest of your day. The massage was better than you had expected, the masseuse worked your knots and tension away with ease as you let your mind drift off. You spent your time on the table thinking of Harry; wondering what else he had planned for today, but more than anything, you thought about the one thing that was never far from your mind. What was all of this? You were nervous to have that conversation with him, but you knew it was getting to a point where you couldn’t put it off any longer. You were falling deeper and deeper by the day, the idea that he may not feel the same was weighing heavy on your mind. It had been since Harryween.

After your massage, you stepped out into the parking lot expecting Harry to be there waiting for you. Instead, there was a limo parked out front, the driver stood beside it holding a sign with your name on it. You approached the man and confirmed he was your ride home.

You lounged in the back of the limo, partaking in complimentary champagne as you traveled the streets. When the car pulled up to your house, you saw Harry running out the side door and straight for the limo, opening your door for you.

“Feeling relaxed, princess?” He asked as he took your hand and helped you out of the car.

“So relaxed Harry, thank you.” You pulled him close, thanking him with a kiss. “For the massage, and the limo.”

“Anything for you.” He stepped back and offered you his arm, you linked yours through his instantly, and he guided you into the house.

You entered through the kitchen to find a large balloon arch around the doorway to the dining room. When you stepped through, your eyes went wide as you looked around. There were banners and streamers everywhere. You chuckled when you noticed the theme.

“Disney princess?” You asked.

“Of course, princesses for my princess.” He grinned, his precious dimples on full display.

You stepped up to the princess banner, and did a double take when you looked at Snow White. “Harry, did you draw a lip ring on Snow White?”

“Snow White having a lip ring is canon now.” He shrugged. “It’s your fault.”

You laughed and continued to look around, noticing the several wrapped presents on the table. “Harry, this is all too much. Seriously.”

“It will never be enough,” he said as he stepped up behind you leaning close to whisper in your ear. “And it’s not even close to finished.” He moved away, pulling out a chair at the end of the table. “Sit please. Food first, then presents.”

You take a seat, Harry slides in your chair and places a kiss to the crown of your head before going into the kitchen. He returns quickly with two plates, putting one down in front of you, and placing one down at the place setting to your right, taking his seat beside you. You look over the selection, scrambled eggs, home fries, bacon, sausage, and a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with a candle in them. “Harry, this is literally every single one of my favorite breakfast foods. How did you know?”

“It’s what you ordered the day I met you.” His eyes were locked on you, almost as if he was in a trance.

Your jaw drops as you stare at him in amazement. “You noticed… and remembered my order?”

He brought his hand up, brushing a stray hand behind your ear. His hand rested on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I notice and remember everything about you. It’s hard not to.”

You were speechless, you just stared into Harry’s eyes, feeling the sting of unshed tears in your own. You had never felt more seen. You didn’t know what you had done so right in life to end up here, with him, but you would do it a thousand times over if this was the result.

“None of that now,” Harry pulled you out of your thoughts, wiping a stray tear that you didn’t know had fallen. “We don’t want soggy pancakes, now do we?”

You chuckle, pulling out of his grasp and wiping your eyes. “Sorry, they’re happy tears. I promise.”

“Good,” he said, resting his hand on your thigh. “Now make a wish.” He said, nodding to the candle on your pancakes.

“I honestly can’t think of one, my life couldn’t get more perfect than it is right now.”

“Ugh… so corny,” Harry groaned jokingly. You both laughed, but when you looked at him you saw a twinkle in his eye that you hadn’t noticed before, making your heart leap.

After you ate, Harry had you open your gifts. The first was the designer version of your handbag. Obviously yours was a cheap knock off, Harry had noticed and wanted you to have the real thing. He had also gotten you a custom perfume. You had told him once about your favorite scent, one that you wore exclusively until it was discontinued. Since then you had been having a hard time finding one you liked even half as much. He found a company that made custom scents, and had them recreate it for you. Of course, in true Harry style, the third gift was a body pillow with a picture of him on it. The one he had joked about getting you when you were in New York.

You laughed and told him how silly he was, but truthfully, you knew you would use it. Even though you had only spent one night with him, you were already worried about being able to sleep without him beside you. Being in his arms felt so right, but you knew you were going to be alone again soon. You wondered if it was creepy to ask if you could spray the pillow with some of his cologne before he left.

You had lost count of all of the birthday phases he had planned, but the next one was to take you shopping at your favorite store. He wanted to get you something special to wear to dinner, you insisted that you had plenty of options already, but he refused to take no for an answer. If you were being honest, Harry clearly had a much better grip on fashion than you did, so getting his help picking out clothes would be a pretty considerable upgrade.

Shopping with Harry was a whole other experience, you felt like you were in a montage scene in a movie. The two of you went through the store pulling anything and everything to be put aside in a dressing room. Harry would then wait for you to come out and model the selections for him. When you hated the way something looked on you, or told Harry it made you look fat, and you wouldn’t come out he would insist on you showing him, in his perfectly charming way. When you would finally concede, you couldn’t imagine ever truly denying him anything, he never judged or made you feel badly about how you looked. He told you if you weren’t comfortable, you shouldn’t get it, but then proceeded to tell you how absolutely stunning you looked, and you actually believed him. Well, you believed that he thought you were.

After a couple of hours, and much more money than you were comfortable with him spending on you, the two of you made your way home to get ready for dinner. You stood in front of the mirror, applying your makeup when you heard Harry clear his throat. You turned to face him, and your eyes went wide at the sight. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt buttoned just enough to show off the tiniest hint of his sparrow tattoos.

“Wow…” You marveled as your gaze traveled from head to toe, taking in all of him.

“Yeah?” He asked, doing a quick spin and holding his jacket open to show the look off.

“Totally. I’ve seen casual Harry, superstar Harry, it’s an absolute pleasure to make the acquaintance of date night Harry.” You smiled at him before returning to your makeup.

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You know,” he says, you look up to lock eyes with him through the mirror. “This is technically our first date.” He placed a soft kiss on the crook of your neck.

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm,” he affirmed, his lips still pressed against your skin.

“Very bold,” you say. You watch in the mirror as his brows raise in curiosity. “A birthday first date, I’d say that’s one below a valentine's first date.”

“Go big or go home,” you chuckled at his response as his eyes scanned over the makeup you had spread across the counter. “Do you really need all this junk?”

“Hell yeah, especially now.” He looks at you with a question in his eyes. “If I’m going to be seen walking around on your arm, I have to try to look at least a little worthy of that.”

“Hey hey hey,” Harry’s arms move from your waist to your shoulders, turning you to face him. “First of all, your worth is not based on how you look. Ever. Y/N, you have so much to offer this world, so much that makes you incredible.” Your gaze begins to fall, but he stops it from reaching the ground, sliding his finger under your chin. “And second of all, you are so fucking beautiful, and if I have to remind you of that every god damned day, I will. But someday you’ll see it too. I’ll make sure of it.”

Your breath hitched, the sincerity of the moment overwhelming you. You didn’t know what to say, so you went to your usual fallback. Humor. “I swear to god, if you start quoting that fucking One Direction song to me, I’m kicking you out of my house.”

He chuckled, cupping your face in his hands. “There’s my girl.” He pulled you in and kissed you softly. He knew you had trouble being vulnerable, and receiving compliments so he didn’t push any further. He wanted to be a safe space for you, but it was going to take time for you to build that level of trust. He would give you that, he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

“Now you finish whatever you need to finish, for yourself. I’ll be in the other room.” He kissed you on the nose before stepping out to the living room.

You finished your makeup and moved to the bedroom to put on your dress and finish your hair. You slipped your heels on and walked out to the living room to meet up with Harry. He stood when he heard your footsteps, a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and let out a soft breath when he saw you.

“Y/N… wow,” he ran his free hand along his jaw.

You felt a flutter in your stomach at the way he was looking at you. His gaze was intent and unrelenting. “You, uh… you got me flowers?” Harry remained silent for a moment, too caught up in taking you in to fully register your words. “Harry?”

“Oh sorry,” he blushed, realizing he’d been caught gawking. “I got you flowers,” he stuck his hand out, offering you the bouquet.

“Where were you hiding these?” You ask with a chuckle as you take them, bringing them to your nose to inhale their scent. “They’re so beautiful.”

“They don’t hold a candle to you, princess.” He leaned down, kissing you until you were both breathless. “Are you ready to go?” His voice was husky, and you felt his breath brush across your lips.

You nod, trying to compose yourself. “Let me just put these in some water.” You turn and walk into the kitchen, Harry following close behind, not wanting to be too far from you.

Once the flowers were in water, he helped you with your coat and led you outside, where the limo from earlier was waiting for you. You looked over at Harry with a smirk.

“I figured we might want to have a few drinks with dinner,” he shrugged, smiling innocently.

“Mmhmm… real slick, Styles.” You giggle as he leads you into the car.

Harry seemed to be completely infatuated with you, he always had to be touching you in some way; either holding your hand, putting his arm around your shoulders, or resting a hand on your thigh. Every touch, no matter how slight, sent tingles through your body. Part of that was likely the bottle of champagne that you shared on the way to dinner, but more than that it was a carnal desire, one that had been growing since the day you met Harry.

He had secured a reservation at a new restaurant that had been getting amazing reviews. It was also nearly impossible to get into. When you were initially seated, you were on opposite sides of the table. As the evening went on, his chair seemed to me moving closer and closer. By the time the server brought out your birthday dessert, complete with candle, but no song, Harry knew you hated being the center of attention. He wouldn't do that to you, he was seated at your side, his hand on the small of your back as you fed each other bites of cake.

When you returned home, you both made yourselves into the bedroom. As soon as you crossed through the threshold, you slid your shoes off and let out a sigh of relief.

“Sore?” Harry chuckled at your exasperation.

“Fashion over function fucking sucks.” You groan as you move to your dresser to pull out a pair of pajamas.

“Tell me about it, sister,” Harry joked as he removed his shirt. You laughed with him before walking towards the door. “Where are you going?” He asked, removing his pants, leaving him in his underwear.

You turned back to him, your brows knit in confusion. “I’m going to go to the bathroom to change.”

You watched Harry as he stalked toward you, his eyes darkening. “Stay here.”

He took your pajamas out of your hand and dropped them on the floor before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. Feeling your knees begin to go weak, you wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He pulls back, allowing you to catch your breath as he whispers against your lips. “There’s one phase left.”

“Wh… uh… what is it?” You stutter, unable to compose yourself.

He gives you a devilish smirk and your core tightens. “To make you feel good.” His hand slowly grazes up your thigh and under your dress, running a finger over your panties, groaning when he feels how wet you are. “You poor thing, you’re dripping.” He growls.

“Harry…” you gasp.

“Yes, princess?” His tone was cocky, and it was driving you absolutely insane.

“Please,” you whimper.

He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Anything for the birthday girl.” He placed your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently as his hands ghosted up your body, reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress. He pulled it down slowly, pausing to unclasp your bra so that he could remove both garments at once. His lips marked your neck as the zipper reached its lowest position. He only removed himself from you to lift your dress and bra over your head. Stepping back to admire you, as your clothing hit the floor.

As his eyes raked over your body, you started feeling slightly uncomfortable with how exposed you were. You brought your arms up in an attempt to cover yourself, but Harry’s hands were on them immediately, moving them away from you.

“Don’t hide, beautiful. I’ve been waiting so long to see you like this.” He ran his hands across your body, as if he were trying to catalog every peak and valley. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“Harry, I…”

“Shh,” he leaned in, silencing you with a kiss, his hands cupping your breasts firmly. “You’re perfect, and that is not up for debate.”

His lips moved across your jaw, down your neck and then lower. When he reached your breast, he circled his tongue around your nipple before taking it in his mouth, causing you to gasp. You could feel him smile against your skin at the sensation. Before long, the kisses traveled across your chest, paying equal attention to the other side.

With your gasps and moans spurring him on, Harry continued his descent, dropping to his knees as he kissed down your stomach. He kissed along the band of your panties before sliding them down your legs. You lifted your feet, assisting him in the removal, and he began kissing your calf, moving up to your knee.

The attention stopped when he felt your knees buckle. “Do you want to go lay down for me angel?” You nod silently and he stands up, guiding you to the bed. “Comfortable?” He asks, once you have gotten settled. You nod again. “I want to hear you, princess. Use your words for me, okay?”

“Y… yes Harry.”

He smirked at you, kissing you softly. “Good girl.” He noticed when you shuttered at his words, and kissed you again. This time with more passion.

He worked his mouth lazily down your body until he was positioned between your legs. He let out a breath over your gistenting core, your back arching at the sensation. “Fuck, Harry.” You whined.

Just when you think you can’t stand the anticipation any longer, his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds, groaning at the sensation of finally being able to taste you. “God, even sweeter than I imagined.” His eyes looked up at you from his position between your legs, your gaze met his, your eyes half hooded from lust. “So beautiful,” he said before dropping his mouth back down on you.

As his tongue circled your clit, your hands ran through his hair, gripping on and tugging. He moaned into you at the sudden pressure, the vibration ripping through your entire body as you grind your hips against Harry’s mouth.

Your eyes snap shut as you feel him slowly inserting a finger inside you. “God, you’re so tight.” He groaned, as he started adding a second finger. He worked his mouth and fingers expertly against you, hitting that spot deep inside you as your coil tightened.

“Harry… more, please, I’m so close.” You begged for him to bring you over the edge.

“Let go princess.” With that, your back arched off the bed, as you screamed Harry’s name in ecstasy.

He continued to work you through your trembling release, lapping up your juices. Once he was sure he had gotten every last drop, he kissed lazily up your torso, pausing when he was face to face with you.

“Happy birthday, beautiful.” He pressed his lips to yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He pulled away, noticing your peaceful, yet slightly sleepy expression. “You okay?”

“Better than okay,” you slur in a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him down into another kiss as your free hand travels down his chest to the band of his underwear.

He pulls away, grabbing your wrist gently. “Not tonight, princess.”

“But I… I want to return the favor. You need to get…”

He silences you with another kiss. “You are such a sweetheart, worrying about me like that, but don’t.” He smiles sweetly before dropping his lips onto yours. “It’s your birthday, tonight was all about you, I just wanted to make you feel good.”

“You did.”

“Good, then my job is done.” He kisses you on each of your cheeks and the tip of your nose. “Get some rest, my darling.”

He settles beside you, lifting his arm in invitation. You snuggle in close, resting your head on his chest as his arm comes down around you.

“Good birthday?” He asks before kissing the top of your head.

“Best ever.” He can feel your cheeks lift in a smile against his chest.

He hums pensively as he rubs your arm. “I guess I’ve set the bar pretty high for myself for next year.”

You sigh happily, drifting off to sleep thinking about his words.

Next year…

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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Jango 😍 may we get something for him? I‘m not too fussy about anything in particular but I am a thirsty mess for him sooooo maybe some steamy making out?🫣👀 thank you 😊

Missed You

Summary: Jango comes home after a long job.

Pairing: Jango Fett x Reader

Word Count: 628

Warnings: Hints of sub!Jango, if you squint. (I dunno, man, it just happened but I'm kinda feeling it.)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this is so short, but you didn't specify if you wanted any written smut, so I cut the story before it got that far. BUT if you, maybe, wanted me to write you some sub!Jango feel free to send an ask! Also this is set in an AU where the clones are a thing, but Jango didn't create them willingly. So Boba doesn't exist, yet.

You hum a quiet tune as you move around your kitchen. You’d already cooked dinner, and eaten, and now is time for the oh so fun job of cleaning up after cooking and eating. Sometimes being an adult sucks. You miss the days when you could just eat and then go and play.

Of course, that’s also the only part of your childhood you miss.

You set the last of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and toss the cleaning rag into the laundry bin, before you hit the button to start the washer, and you step out of your kitchen and into your living room.

You’re lucky. You managed to buy a decent sized home, with a decent sized yard, for cheap. Of course, you had to fix it up, but at this point your house feels like home. Which, of course, was the whole point.

You’re about to sink into your couch and turn on a movie, when you hear the familiar sound of the side door opening, and then shutting with a loud click. And then there’s the even more familiar sound of heavy armor getting set on the shelf, and a wide smile crosses your face.

Jango is home.

You cross the living room, heading to the side of the house that Jango always enters through after he’s been working. You don’t even manage to get to the door, before it clicks open and Jango steps into the house properly.

You open your mouth to greet him, but you don’t have the chance, as he crosses the short distance between you, and crashes his lips against yours. One of his arms wraps snugly around your waist as he pulls you tightly against him, while the other hand settles on the back of your neck.

He breaks the kiss and moves his lips to your throat, instinctively finding the spot on your neck that makes your knees weak, “Jan-” You gasp out his name, or, at least, you try to, and he chuckles low in the back of his throat.

“Missed you,” Jango murmurs as he lightly nips your throat, “So kriffing much-”

You release a laugh that turns into a moan when he bites down on your shoulder, “You-kriff Jango…” You gasp, “You were the one who decided to take the job-” You manage to get out.

He groans, “I know. We needed the credits,” Jango crashes his lips against yours again and walks you backwards until you tumble onto the couch, with Jango pressed into you. He doesn’t once break the kiss.

You drag your hands up his back and into his curls, and you moan into the kiss, trying to pull him even closer to you.

A low curse falls from his lips in a language you don’t immediately recognize, and his hands dip under the hem of your shirt to dance across your stomach and ribs.

“Look at you,” Jango murmurs, “So pretty. And so pliant under my hands,” His voice takes on a teasing lilt and you try to pout at him, though it’s ruined by the smile playing on your lips.

“I can’t help it, you have very talented hands.” You reply.

“I have an even more talented mouth.” He retorts with a growing grin.

“Do you? You’ll have to remind me,” You tease.

He groans and manages to get your shirt up and off, before you’re able to stop him with a light touch of your finger against his lips. “Cyare?”

“Jango,” Your smile is small and loving, “Bedroom.”

His dark eyes scan your face for a moment, and he obviously sees something that he likes, because his eyes darken with desire. “Yes ma’am.”

Delight crosses your face. You do so love it when Jango wants to play.

#star wars #star wars legends #jango fett x reader #jango x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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mcu-coworkers · 1 year

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Repairs

Summary: After some time apart and the right timing, Kylian decides to repair the damage he's done by all means necessary.

Pairings: Kylian Mappen x reader

Warnings: None really :\

A/n: wow its been a while very sorry to the person who requested this I cannot figure out how to respond to the tag but here it is I hope you love it! xx

Pt.2

What was once a cozy night away from the rainy weather of Paris quickly turned into one of the most painful nights you ever experienced in your life. That night was supposed to be about rekindling your relationship and reminding Kylian that there was still something worth fighting for here. But instead you were hit like a slap in the face with the reality that it was far from salvageable, and you didn't know where you both went so wrong.

“You ready, girly?” suddenly snapped out of your thoughts by your friend you put on a small smile hoping she hadn't been standing there for long

“Oh, yeah I‘m just fixing this piece that won’t stay down.” you said pretending to be focused on a strand of your hair.

“Y/n.” she said while reaching for the hair that was perfectly fine where it was.

“Yes?” you asked back looking at her through the mirror.

“Just because he’s in New York around the same time we are doesn't mean we're going to bump into him at the launch party. It’s a launch party. The list is limited!” she said, trying to reason with your anxious thoughts.

She was your best friend alright.

In a way she was right, it's just that when you saw those pictures of him in times square going around the day you landed you’d been on edge.

Keeping posts to a minimum, no locations, and definitely no notifications to avoid all the speculating comments asking if you two were back together or not.

“ I guess you're right B, it's just that I worked so hard to be better after he left and part of that is because I managed to stay as far away as possible.” you said taking this moment you had alone to vent to her before you were surrounded in a club.

Sighing, your friend pulled you up and started walking you to the exit of the hotel room.

“Honey, I promise you everything is going to be just fine.” She said smiling when you finally decided to let all your worries go and smile with her.

----At the launch party----

You’d had a couple drinks to help ease the nerves and so far they were helping.

As you were greeting a couple of other guests you heard a familiar voice come from behind you, “Y/N!”

Trying not to look like a deer frozen in headlights, you turned around and came face to face with Hiba, Achrafs wife.

You hadn't seen her or any of the wags since you left Paris months ago, only texting here and there but keeping it short to avoid any mentions of her husband's best friend.

“Oh my god hi!” was all you could muster to get out at the moment holding on to the hope that he wasn't here.

The more the small talk grew the more anxious you became and it got worse when Achraf walked up.

Yup, he was definitely here too.

“Y/n! How’s my favorite smartass!” he said bear hugging you in the process.

You couldn't help but laugh, he was always so full of joy and jokes.

Pulling away Achraf moved to the side and low and behold there he was.

As much as you wanted to turn away and pretend like you didn't see him you mustered up all your positive energy and walked up to him and gave him the kindest greeting in the world.

“Hi Ky, It's nice to see you.” you said, sneaking in the scent of his cologne, you missed that scent.

“You look beautiful Y/n, It's really nice to see you too.” he said with a small smile playing on his lips a bit taken back you’d been so nice to him.

He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you in tightly, almost like the way he used to.

Before you got lost in that world again you pulled his arms off you gently, smiled and turned back to Hiba.

Luckily for you someone called you away at that exact moment.

“It was really nice seeing you guys, we should catch up next time you guys are in!” you said and you glanced one last time at Kylian with a small nod and a smile before you were off.

Finally you released that breath of air you didn't even know you were holding and put on a smile for the rest of the guests.

As the night went on you shared stolen glances with Kylian although you tried to pretend you couldn't feel his intense stare on you every time a male approached you for longer than five seconds.

Finally, you felt like you had your fill of people and decided it was time to find a lonely balcony until your friend was ready to go.

At last you were able to find one with a nice bench that had zero strangers having makeout sessions on it.

Sitting down you admired the cold night full of shining lights and people walking, having the time of their lives.

Oh to be worry free.

“Stuffy?” you heard a voice startling you.

“ I am so sorry I should have knocked or something.” Kylian said, stumbling over his own words.

“No no it's okay I was just really fixed on the lights I didn't even hear you walk up. Sit, please.” you said realizing you sounded a little demanding you looked away to hide your blush.

Quietly he sat beside you and looked straight ahead not wanting to do anything to make you uncomfortable.

“How have you been?” he asked, breaking the tense silence.

“Good! Yeah, good. Focusing on the family business you know? And you?” you asked back, still focusing on the lights.

“Good PSG is staying on top, it keeps me busy.” he said looking down at his hands frowning.

This wasn't right. And he wanted to make it right.

“I'm sorry.” he whispered, finally looking at you.

It was then that he took in just how beautiful you looked. Your skin glowing, hair long and soft, but the look in your eyes was dull no matter how big you tried to smile.

And he knew why.

“What?” you asked caught off guard finally looking at him.

And for the first time you actually looked into his eyes and you saw the same look you saw that night only this felt different.

Now it didn't feel like there was a wall between you two.

“You didn't deserve that from me, from anyone, ever.” he started.

“No ky, you don't have-” you began but were quickly cut off.

“No I do because I haven't been able to live with myself since I left that night, I was in a bad place with PSG, with my friends, and with myself and instead of letting you in I pushed you away and took it all out on you and for that I am really sorry Y/n.” he said putting his hand on your knee.

Tears began brimming your eyes, this was the Kylian you fell for two years ago.

He opened up and showed you who he was behind the cameras and the tabloids.

“Ky, I forgave you the minute it was over.” you whispered, raising your hand to his chin.

“ I don't want it to be over anymore. I hate that word.” he said leaning into your touch.

“ I wish it were that easy, Ky, but what you did hurt me a lot.” you said pulling your hand away.

There was no way you would allow him in that easily after working so hard to find your inner peace again.

“Mon amour, please” he whispered, feeling his heart begin to beat faster.

What if you never took him back? He was already a sliver away from becoming part of the one percent that looked at your social media pages constantly if he wasn't already.

He couldn't live with just the bits of your life shared on social media. He wanted to be a part of those posts.

“Friends?” you asked, smiling a genuine smile for the first time in a while. Holding your pinky for him to accept.

Taking what he could get he accepted.

Leaning in closer to you and taking your pinky in his he chucked.

“Friends.” he said looking down at your lips leaning in closer by the second.

All restraints flying out the window you whispered, “We’re not gonna be friends.”

“Nope.” he finished closing the gap and pulling you in making sure you’d never slip away again.

Pulling away you did have one question for him.

“How did you get in here?” you asked curiously.

“ My name was on the list?” he said in more of a questioning tone.

“The list that I made?” you asked, trying to hold in your laughter, this was your launch party after all.

Lost for words Kylian hid his face and cuddled himself into the crook of your neck.

“The security guard was a big fan and I dragged Achraf and Hiba here when I saw Bianca's story.” He said casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Unable to hold in your laughter any longer you bursted into a laughing fit imagining Kylian stalking social media pages to find you.

Instead of making a snarky remark you just smiled and held on to him tightly embracing the peaceful silence and your new found “friend.”

#kylian mbappe #kylian #kylian x reader #psg #france #paris saint germain #kylian imagines #makes psg debut two days before brother kylian faces argentina in world cup final

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Aging up characters and questionable content

Theres a lot of drama going on in the avatar fandom and I just wanted to elaborate my opinion on this, since it affects me and my works too.

I‘m trying to be as respectful as possible and chose my words wisely because I really don’t want to get canceled or upset people.

First of all, I just want to make it clear that everyone is entitled to have their own opinion, especially about sensitive topics like these and I fully respect that!

I have a few mutuals and I also follow a handful of other great authors who consider aging up minor characters as questionable and that’s absolutely fine with me. As long as you don’t treat me as less than a human, you will always have my full respect. I‘m always trying to be friendly to everyone and I obviously still support your works, even if we don’t share the same opinion on this.

I also don’t force them or literally anyone to consume my content and I know that some of my mutuals (probably most) only follow me for my fics about characters that are canonly adults (Jake, Quaritch, Tonowari, etc…) and I don’t mind that either.

I do my best to make sure that my fics are tagged properly, that I use the correct content warnings and also the 'read more' option, so everyone who’s not interested in certain posts can simply ignore them. I’m also always up for constructive criticism and please don’t hesitate to let me know if I didn’t include any important warnings on my fics or if there are any triggers that I forgot to mention.

What I’m trying to say is: I appreciate if people just scroll past content they’re not interested in. If I can do it, you can do too. No matter how questionable some fics may be, nobody is forcing you to consume them. As long as the author tags their fics properly, of course!

Which is why I‘m also speaking up to every author out there: tag your fic properly! Make sure people can avoid your works if they contain anything that could be triggering– that goes from soft to explicit smut, to non-con, to dub-con and to literally any kinks, AU’s and tropes there are. Give your readers a warning beforehand, so they know what they’re about to consume. And please, please, please make sure to use the 'read more' option on tumblr (this is very important to me personally too)! And if someone points out that there are warnings or tags missing on your fics, please appreciate that they’re reaching out to you, I‘m sure their intentions were good. It really doesn’t hurt to include some more tags, even if they seem 'unnecessary' to you -> better safe than sorry!

Just be mindful of each other and treat everyone with respect, so we can all avoid any unwanted and most of all unnecessary drama and enjoy this fandom together.

Now, back to the main topic of this post:

I personally don’t view this type of content (or myself) as predatory or necessarily wrong, just because the characters are aged up. I‘m fully aware that sexualizing minors is wrong and it’s not my intention to create sexual scenarios about underage characters! To me, this is all just fiction. They’re not real. They’re literally blue aliens lol. I also consume and produce dark content like non-con and even stepcest au‘s, but that is something I would never ever support or want to experience in real life!!! I really can’t stress this enough, this is just fictional to me. And just because I age up characters or think they’re attractive in the movie, doesn’t mean I’m attracted to minors in real life. (I‘m not even attracted to guys that are only a year younger than me…)

I‘m also not aging them up to make myself feel better or because I think it makes the whole situation morally right, I’m aging them up because I’m only attracted to guys that are my age (or even older), which is basically the complete opposite of a pedophile as far as I know (?). I really hope that somehow makes sense and I’m not digging my own grave here…

However, I really can’t say this enough: I am absolutely fine that people have different opinions about that and if you’re following me and I ever post something that makes you uncomfortable, even if we’re mutuals/friends, you can unfollow or block me! I just want people to be comfortable on my blog and don’t force anyone to see content that is triggering to them or goes against their believes.

What I don’t support however, is people making fun of others publicly. Talk however you want about my work in private, idc. You can send me a DM if you want to say something, but please don’t encourage others to make fun of me, my works or others.

If you ever accidentally read something, because let’s say the author didn’t mention certain kinks / tropes or literal anything that’s triggering to you beforehand— reach out to them in private. And authors on the other hand, should be mindful of the content that they create and give people the option to avoid them. But please don’t cause public drama, don’t cause a literal witch-hunt. Online bullying can really fuck up peoples lives and mental health.

I think most drama could’ve been avoided if people were just more respectful towards one another and would handle things in private.

I really really hope that I chose the right words for this, as someone who’s not fluent in english it can be so hard to defend myself or get my point across lol

Last but not least, I just want to say thank you, especially to all my mutuals who continue to be respectful towards me, even if they have other opinions regarding the aging up of characters and all that. I‘m just glad that you’re here and chose to enjoy my other works instead. ❤️

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