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hotyanderedaddies · 3 months

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The School Bully Loves You, Pt. 3:

Hiding from the Yandere School Bully

Part 1 │ Part 2

[Yandere! Bully x GN Nerd! Reader]

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You left the classroom, purposefully leaving your phone behind so that Blake couldn’t contact or track you.

The bully had legit downloaded a tracking app onto your phone that required a passcode only he knew to uninstall.

“Nuh-uh,” you mumbled to yourself as you hurried down the halls, trying to think up a game plan.

Blake had made it clear that he wanted you all to himself, and that was something that you absolutely could not allow.

He’d even sent you a list of rules that he expected you to follow— the most egregious being that he expects you to call him “Daddy” tonight!

What the F?!

Well, sure the rest were pretty bad, but that last one was the one that had made you both shiver and cringe at the same time.

All morning, you’d been confused over why Blake was following you around and seemingly forcing you to be around him, but it was slowly dawning on you that it was horrifyingly possible that Blake wanted you. Romantically.

Just you.

Every single survival instinct within your body screamed at you to get as far away from Blake as possible. There was no way that you wanted to be his.

To reiterate: He’s the school bully, and you’re the biggest nerd on campus.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that that wasn’t the best combo in the world… and it seemed to end very badly for you specifically.

You didn’t have a solid plan in mind, especially with your nerves on high alert. Every single little sound that echoed out in the hallway made you jump, and you felt like you were on the verge of a total meltdown. Eventually, you decided to hide in the safest place on campus where no one ever goes: the library.

You went to your usual secluded corner where the manga section was, and hid tucked away behind the shelves and a large potted plant that shielded you from view. You were safe… you hoped.

Now just to figure out how to hide throughout the rest of the school day… and then next week, and the rest of the school year after that.

“Darn it,” you sighed, rubbing at your temples to soothe your growing headache.

You did some homework and read up on some further assignments as you stayed hidden, hearing the bell ring, signaling that it was time to go to second period—

And also meaning that Blake was on his way to your first period to escort you.

And he wouldn’t find you.

And he’d be pissed.

Out of instinct, your breath got caught in your throat and you could feel your heartbeat starting to race. Even though you owed Blake absolutely nothing at all, you were fearful about what could potentially happen to you with three strikes.

Hence, you knew that the safest/smartest thing for you to do would be to stay in the safe confines of the library for the rest of the day—

“Y/N?” the librarian asked, knowing you personally since you frequented the bookshelves a lot. “Shouldn’t you be heading to second period?”

“O-oh, yeah,” you stammered, unable to come up with a good excuse since you’re a horrible liar. “R-right.”

Feeling defeated, you slumped out of the safe library and entered the crowded hallways. Like all transition times, the hallways were tightly packed with students, shoulder-to-shoulder. It seemed like they could possibly shield you from a certain bully’s eyes.

Ducking low, you tried to sneak to your next class as best as you could. You were able to stay low and avoid detection. A little ounce of hope began to form deep within your gut, and for a brief moment, you truly believed that everything would be okay and that the whole mess from today would be nothing more than a sour memory that you’d grimace at whenever it’d flicker into your head—

“Hey! Y/N!” called a familiar, deep voice.

You winced at first, but then let out a sigh of relief when you saw none other than Jonathan approaching you.

Jonathan was the happy-go-lucky quarterback on the football team. He smiled warmly at you, and gave you a tiny wave… and truth be told, you couldn’t help but smile back the slightest bit when his grin reached your eyes. Yeah, he might be a little cute (but you’d never, ever try since your lack of a self-esteem prohibits you from asking people out). You kinda wished that it was Jonathan, and not Blake, who wanted you. Jonathan was actually nice to people!

“We still on for our tutoring session tonight?” Jonathan asked as soon as he was by your side.

Oh! You’d totally forgotten, given all of the turmoil from today. You’d promised the football player that you’d help him study for his upcoming Physics final. As his way of paying you, the two of you would often meet up at a coffee shop or little restaurant, and he’d pay for your meal.

The lonely part of you would sometimes pretend it was date. Sad? Yes. But still.

You were about to nod when the cold memory of Blake’s eerie text replayed in your mind. He’d strictly prohibited you from talking to other guys. Although, technically you were breaking that rule now by talking to Jonathan; and it’s not like you owed the school bully a gosh darn thing. But still, you didn’t want him mad at you! And going out to tutor the quarterback of the football team would definitely piss off Blake!

Wait…

The quarterback of the football team had requested your company.

The quarterback of the football team who worked out religiously and had muscles for days, and who could probably throw down with Blake need the situation arise (which you bet it would).

“Yes!” you eagerly said, blushing a little bit at how desperate you sounded. “Of course we’re still on.” You nervously looked around the crowded hallway, nearly shrieking in horror at what you saw:

Blake stood at the other end of the hallway, his eyes narrowed in your direction. His gaze kept switching between the petrified you and the oblivious Jonathan.

“Y/N? You okay?” Jonathan innocently asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Something like that.

“Um,” you muttered in your shaky voice, which grew even more shaky as soon as Blake began to shove himself through the crowd towards you, “you know what? I actually have a free period now! So, why don’t we start the tutoring now!”

You grabbed a tight hold of Jonathan’s forearm and led the confused jock through the hallway, away from Blake as fast as you could.

“Sure…?” Jonathan agreed, sounding confused beyond belief.

The two of you quickly exited the school and reached his car in the parking lot, which you eagerly hopped into. You locked the door behind you and held your breath in anticipation, refusing to exhale until Jonathan started up the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

Your relief was short lived, however, as you saw Blake staring daggers at you as you were driven away. He looked pissed off beyond recognition, and he held up his hand, holding up three fingers.

Strike three.

To be continued...

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lilrainbowcloud · 3 months

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Pairing: Percy Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff, aged up Percy!

Word count: ~0.8k || masterlist

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It was quaint in your dorm room. The only source of sound in your room came from your laptop, shuffling songs from your "i just want to be happy with you" playlist, the song 'Everyone Adores You' by Matt Maltese filled the air, and also the sound of your boyfriend's soft rhythmic breathing while his body was snuggled on yours.

It was a nice feeling. Having him close to you. Watching him sleep without the creases that would mar his forehead as another bad dream clouded his mind.

Not a worry(monster) in sight. It had been two months since your last encounter with one of the children of Echidna. Ruining your park date which ended up with singed clothes and smashed strawberries.

Sometimes you just can't catch a break can you?

But moments like this you'd cherish. A perfect vision of you both safe in bed, under the warm weighted blanket while snow falls outside like little white cotton candies. The contrast of temperature made you rubbed your socked feet together, careful as to not stir too much that would disturb the sweet sleeping boy on you.

As you continued reading a book for your English class, your fingers mindlessly twirl his sandy blond hair. Massaging his scalp as you do which you knew calmed him down and he loves it when do you it. You thought about what to have for dinner since the sun was going down.

Disturbing your thoughts on honey garlic chicken serve with rice, Percy's suddenly took in a deep breath, signalling him regaining conscious. Stretching his limbs as he let out a groan.

You smiled behind the book, still reading the last bit of line of chapter eleven.

After a moment, a finger lifted the bottom of your book. Bright blue eyes peaked from behind it, curtained by curls. You giggled as brushed his hair away from his eyes as you put the book down beside you.

"G'morning," he mumbled. Smiling as your fingers run through his hair.

"Morning," your replied, giggling as you watched him snuggled back into you. Arms wrapped around your torso from your position of resting your back on the headboard.

"I'm hungry, do you want to get dinner?" you asked, patting his back softly as if to put him back to sleep as you would a baby.

A groan, and a muffled mumble as he spoke into the folds of your sweater.

Okay.... So that's a no for going out to hunt for food. Pulling out your phone, you opened the food delivery app. Asking what he wants.

Lifting his head up to look at you with his still sleep clouded eyes, he replied, "What are you having?"

You replied with what you had thought earlier. Finger scrolling through the menu of your favourite restaurant.

Percy let his head fall again on your stomach. This boy is really exhausted.

"Do you want the same as me?" Glancing from below your phone screen, you watched as he nodded his head which tickled you a bit.

How was he breathing was beyond you. At least you saw his back rising and falling steadily. Need to keep an eye on that one.

Shaking your head at his antics, you ordered two sets with strawberry tea that you liked. Nice to have something hot during the cold weather.

Setting your phone down after checking out dinner, you sigh as you looked at your boyfriend. It was adorable really, watching him be at peace.

The impending danger that you both have to face everyday was tiring enough. Now, added with college classes, it was double the challenge. But you had the best of times with him.

Choosing to go to the same college together, even though you both resided in different dorm rooms but he would still crash at your place since you got the room all to yourself. The reason being your previous roommate had dropped out of her program because the professors was being such a "pain in the ass" as she said it.

Now you can say that Percy is your roommate.

College is nice. It's even nicer that you had a Percy Jackson by your side to fight monsters and exam papers together.

Just the life you had always wanted.

Or did you?

Lowering yourself so now you're back is against the pillow, you put am arm over your eyes while the other wrapped around Percy.

For a moment, you just want to enjoy every single peaceful second that you can with him.

Well, maybe just until dinner arrives. Because if he doesn't let you get up to get your honey garlic chicken, you're going to kick him off of you. Lovingly of course!

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson fluff #percy jackson timestamps #percy #pjo #pjo tv show

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norizz-nation · 6 months

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Hiii can you please do Charles leclerc x innocent reader and they have been best friends since childhood and he’s so soft for her and protective and like daddy and baby girl relationship please 🙏

Sure girl, hope you enjoy 😮‍💨

Just with me ❤️

Summary: you always saw your childhood best friend charles dating so many girls but you were there with no boyfriends so you decided to go on a date with a guy you met on tinder which charles definitely hated

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, daddy kink, size kink, innocence kink, praise kink

Although you and charles were friends since you guys were kids but nowadays you feel like he isn’t the kid you were friends with anymore. He’s a man now. A grown man. A man who always goes out with girls. He’s never single. But at the same time he made you feel like you’re someone special. Someone he can always trust, he can always share a laugh with, someone who he needs to protect at all cost. He always made you feel so safe. But no matter what, he was dating others that made you feel jealous but he knew that you would never date anyone since all your life the only guy you know is charles. But surprise, you downloaded an app called tinder where you started to talk to this guy and tonight was a date night with him.

You got all dressed up and left for your date. After arriving at the restaurant you scanned the whole place to find the guy you met on tinder. After a while you saw a hand raise signaling you thats him. You then settled yourself down and smiled at him. God, this is so awkward. You guys had dinner and talked a little but it wasn’t that much of a nice date. Honestly you dont even know why you’re here. Maybe competing charles in this was a stupid idea. “Hey um.. i had fun but i guess i gotta go now. I’ve got some stuffs that needs to be done” you said as you grabbed your purse and got up and you felt a hand grabbing your wrist harshly as you turned around to face him. God. He was not looking safe. You got so scared and tried to pull away but he grabbed your wrist hard and pulled you closer to him. You tried your best to pull away. “Let m-me go!” You said sounding frustrated. “You’re not gonna leave until we do something fun. We’ve met on tinder for a reason my love.” He said calmly as you started to scared.

You were a virgin. Although you’re charles’ age yet you never had sex with anyone. Your mind started to wander as you were hoping to see charles somewhere at the restaurant and thank god. Miracle happened, you saw charles from a distance and caught his eyes. At first he waved and smiled at you but his smiled slowly disappeared as he saw you with another guy. Someone he definitely doesn’t know. Someone who looks really unsafe and psychotic. Charles’ expression was a concerned one as he came to your table. “Whats going on here y/n? Who’s this guy?” Charles asked as he pointed a finger at him. You were so caught up in that situation that you weren’t able to answer his question. “Y/n?” He called out and you flinched and looked at him. “Im her boyfriend” that guy from tinder said as charles turned around to look at him and then looked at you. “Boyfriend?” Charles asked, looking at you as his brows furrowed. “Where did you even meet him?” He asked you. “On tinder” you said sounding embarrassed. Charles then scoffed as if it was just silly to him that you went on a date with someone from tinder. “But charles he’s not my boyfriend!” you explained and he just nodded and smiled. “He was kinda forcing me to sleep with him” you said, your words were like little whispers. Charles’ smile faded as he looked at you, his eyes so serious, his stare burning you. His jaw clenched when he say you so uncomfortable in front of that guy.

It felt like a movie when you saw charles punch that guy out of nowhere. Everything just happened so fast. “What the fuck man?!” that guy shouted as everyone looked at our way, gasping. “Charles! Stop please!” You screamed at him as you tried to pull his away from that guy whose nose was bleeding right now. “Apologize to her, right fucking now! If i see you near her again I’ll fucking kill you. I fucking swear you’re gonna be fucking dead.” Charles said as he grabbed his collar. That guy then got up and immediately apologized to you and left murmuring some “total asshole” or something.

Charles then turned to see you looking up at him. He then went closer and hugged you tightly and kissed your head, brushing his fingers through your hair. You let out a long sigh as your grip around him tightened. “Its okay y/n, im here now. You’re always safe with me, i promise” he said as he looked down at you smiling softly as you smiled back at him.

After reaching home, your home, you laid on your back in your bed as you groaned because you were tired as charles took his shoes off. You turned your head to look at him. “Shouldn’t you be with your i dont know 8th girlfriend of this month right now? Why are you here?” You asked. His face was really pissed for some reason, and you didn’t know why. He came closer to you so he was standing right in front of you as you looked up at him. God, you always loved him so much. He’s so beautiful. His thumb brushed your chin as your mouth started to part a bit. “Its so cute how you think you can date others just because i always date others. Well good news for you. Your trick worked. You did make me jealous” he said as he leaned down to whisper in your ear “but i know you’re always waiting for me. I know you’re still a virgin only for me and its so cute” his words made your heart beat faster as you looked at him, his smirking face making you more needy for him.

“But you’re always busy dating others. Im tired of waiting for you charles” you said as you sighed. Charles just giggled at you “you’re so innocent baby. you do know that right?” he said as he brushed your hair away from your face. “I always loved you, i just wanted to see how you would react to it. And it’s so cute that you wanted to make me all jealous for you” his face was just an inch away from yours. You parted your lips but he just smirked and pulled away giving a soft kiss on your nose. You then whined out as Charles sat on the edge of your bed and rested his upper body’s weight in his palm. “Get up baby girl” he said as you got confused. You got up standing in front of him as you looked down at him. “Take all your clothes off baby girl, nice and slow. I wanna see what I’ve been missing all this time” he said as you softly smiled at you. Your cheeks grew red as you unbuttoned your top and pulled your skirt down along with your panties and unhooked your bra. You then bend over to take off your heels but charles interrupted you as he got up and towered in front of you. Although you were wearing heels yet charles was like a giant in front of your figure. “Keep those heels on, you look so hot like that, so pretty. All for me baby girl?” He asked as you nodded. He then cupped your face and made you look up at him “you gotta speak with that pretty little mouth of yours baby girl”

“Im all yours charles” you said he smiled but his smile disappeared after few seconds. You were feeling so needy just by the fact that you were naked while charles was still fully clothed. You were wearing nothing but your black heels. “Charles? Baby girl i dont think you’re that innocent that you dont know what to call me” he said as he brushed your cheek with his thumb. “Im all y-yours daddy” you said softly as you looked up at him. His smile grew as he kissed your lips softly “that’s my good baby girl” he said.

You dont know how much but you were literally squirming for him right now. Your legs on his shoulder as he kept teasing you by rubbing your clit with the tip of his dick. The wet sounds it made was making you more whiny and needy for him. “Please daddy j-just fuck m-me please” you begged. “Are you sure you can take it baby girl? Can your pretty little pussy take it like a good girl?” God his words made you so over the edge right now. “I-i can, please d-daddy” you whined out as charles pushed his dick inside of you. Your jaw dropped as your head fell back and your grip on his forearm getting tighter. “Fuuuck you feel so good baby girl, so fuckin good” charles groaned as he fucked you in a slow pace, letting you adjust first.

“Daddy i-its so f-fucking b-big oh my god!” You screamed those words as charles’ pace got faster. His hips slapping your ass as he thrusted harder inside of you. “You’re so perfect baby girl, so beautiful fuck” he said breathlessly as he groaned more. His groans made you come closer to your orgasm as you felt your legs starting to shake, forehead sweating as you bit on your lip to adjust to the staggering amount of pleasure he was giving you. You couldn’t even tell him before cumming, you were so caught up in your orgasm that you forgot to tell him that you’re gonna cum. You then let out a loud groan as charles stopped his pace and stayed in that position for a while.

You then got up and sat on your legs as you looked up at charles and he knew what you were thinking. He jerked off as you sticked your tongue out. His groans were getting louder and you looked at him straight in the eye as he came on your face, some landing in your mouth and some all over your face. You then smiled at him innocently as charles brushed your hair off your face as he looked at you with a soft look on his face “you’re so beautiful when you’re just with me and no one else baby girl” he said as your smile grew bigger.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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gurugirl · 3 months

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an adorable bad boy | loveable!rogue!harry

This is part 1 of a Patreon AU (4 parts have been posted on Patreon already). If you'd like more check out my Patreon! xoxo

A loveable rogue is someone who breaks the law for personal profit while being nice and charming, likely with a sad or dark past.

AU Premise: Harry has been in and out of jail for nearly a decade due to a string of bad luck and bad choices. But he's not a bad guy. Not really.

Summary: Harry's trying to keep on the straight and narrow now that he's out of jail but things have never come easy for him. And then he meets the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Maybe things won't be so bad after all. If only she'd give him her number.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warning: Mentions of drugs and the sale of drugs, mentions of jail time

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Harry’s life sucked. Every time he tried to get on the right track, his past would come back to haunt him. He took responsibility for the things he did and he knew he deserved to have the book thrown at him. But he also knew where he came from didn’t make things easier for him. Starting at a young age he had to act like an adult and do things most people would never imagine needing to do just to get by.

Now, nearing 30, he was determined to get his shit together. If he had to step foot in another jail cell again he was going to just end it. He couldn’t handle another sentence that had him losing a job, his car, the place he was staying… Every time he got into trouble it was like he had to start over again. From scratch.

And he was always well-behaved once behind bars so he usually got out early on good behavior. But keeping out of trouble as a free man was nearly impossible. He’d be tossed out on the street once he was released but with no place to go and not a dime to his name, times were hard. He had to hustle for a dollar. And when he meant hustle, it usually involved something illegal.

Getting a job that paid well was a joke. No one wanted a convicted felon. No one would hire a man who had a criminal record. Why risk it? He sure as hell wouldn’t if he were in their shoes.

There was no program to help him reintegrate. No help for a safe spot to sleep. Shelters wouldn’t even allow him a safe haven due to his past. He had nothing. Incarceration meant drudging through, keeping his head down, and following directions. That was easy. But there was nothing easy about rebuilding his life over and over again once he was out from behind bars.

His sister wouldn’t answer his calls anymore. He’d drained that well dry. His mother had cut him off too. His cousin was a last resort, but that’s sort of how his life was these days. Everything was a last resort.

“Harry! My dude! You get out?”

He was leaning against a tall residential building in an alley with a cigarette in hand. The phone he was using was the one that he had when he got locked up, kept for him upon his release. The officer helping him fill out his release forms allowed him to charge his phone before they pushed him out the doors. How kind.

The wifi signal from the bookstore gave him access to his apps so he could make the phone call he was dreading.

“Yep. Glad to be out of there. How are you doing?” He figured he’d make some small talk before getting to the point. He didn’t want to be rude, after all.

Saul gave him the rundown of what had been going on with everyone. And then Harry learned he was engaged.

“Wow. Congrats, cousin. Proud of you. You guys living together?”

“Nah. Not until after the wedding. She’s a really good girl. Super sweet. Her whole family is. Just like, the nicest people I’ve ever met. But she doesn’t want to move in until we’re married since that looks bad to her parents,” Saul laughed. “They’re super conservative about stuff like that. They think she’s still a virgin.”

Harry humored him with a chortle through the phone and then sighed. The sun was going down. Small talk needed to come to a halt. He had to get this part over with.

“So, uh… hate to ask this but um, could you let me crash at your place for a few nights? I’ve got nowhere to go since I just got out and gonna be cold tonight. Otherwise, I’d just sleep in the park or something.”

Silence for a few uncomfortable seconds.

“Did you ask your sister? I mean I’m sure–“

“She hates me right now. Won’t take my calls. But man, look, it’s okay if you can’t. I get it.”

“You know what? Sure. You can stay here for a bit. I know shit’s hard. How you gettin’ here?”

Harry let out the breath he’d been holding in and leaned his head back into the building in relief, “Gonna walk. Literally have nothing to my name. Just my old cell phone, half charged, and this free wifi I’m using to call you. I can get there in like an hour.”

Saul told him he’d pick him up but Harry didn’t want to trouble him anymore than he had. It was already embarrassing asking for help. Plus a walk through the city would feel good. It’d been a while since he’d seen the hustle and bustle of daily life in the city.

It was late September. He was wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt with boots. At least he had a beanie on his head. His cousin lived in one of those “up-and-coming” neighborhoods. Gritty but recently gentrified. His flat was two floors up. A flimsy plastic call button for the residents hung outside the reinforced glass door that opened up to a small lobby with mailboxes in the wall to the left and just beyond that, old wooden stairs that led up to each apartment.

Saul was on floor three. Harry took the stairs two at a time and the door was already open with his smiling cousin waiting for him and then a warm embrace that made Harry feel like maybe he was going to be okay. Silly as it sounded. He hadn’t been hugged in over a year. Hadn’t felt safe and relaxed in over a year.

“Ordered some pizza from this fire spot. Should be here soon. Beer?”

Harry could cry. He hadn’t had pizza or beer in over a year either. There was a lot he hadn’t had in over a year.

“Uh, yeah. Thank you, man.”

Harry followed Saul into his tiny galley kitchen and leaned against the frame of the door as he watched his cousin pull a beer from the fridge, “And thank you for everything. For this. I really mean it. I’ll pay you back as soon as I get a job.”

Handing Harry his beer Saul laughed, “We’ll see. Alyssa and I might need help for the wedding next summer. Her dad wants to have the wedding at their place. They’ve got this nice house with a massive garden in the back. But they need people to help landscape and do some manual labor to get it ready. Might save us a little money if you could help. But that’s a ways off,” he waved his hand as he walked past Harry into the living room. “Don’t worry about it right now. I’ll figure out a way you can pay me back.”

. . .

A few nights turned into a few weeks. And Harry did find a job, but he’d need to save up for a while longer to be able to afford a place on his own. He figured, at least he could pay Saul for food and help pay some of the bills in the meantime.

Fortunately, the job he found paid pretty well. Unfortunately, it was illegal. It was what had gotten him thrown in jail in the first place.

Selling drugs. Mainly weed. Some shrooms, ecstasy, molly… party drugs.

He applied to 28 places. Twenty. Eight. Dishwasher, food prep, janitor, midnight stocker, busboy, fast food line cook… everything he could find from places that might take a chance on someone with a record. After a week of having Harry sleeping on his couch, Saul appeared to be getting frustrated. So, Harry did what he always did when he needed money (and who doesn’t need money?). He called Memo.

Memo always had a spot for Harry. And because he trusted Harry he gave him an advance.

The first thing Harry did with his money was buy some clothes for himself and groceries for the house. Getting rid of his supply was easy. He still had all his old contacts to sell to and with Harry’s natural charm, he was introduced to even more people who wanted some killer weed and Harry was their man.

Saul seemed to lighten up a bit when Harry began paying him cash for his part of the bills and to help cover some of the rent.

Being a drug dealer bought him time. Eventually, he’d find a better gig. He knew there were places that would hire felons, he just had to be patient. But in the meantime, doing shady shit to get by was necessary.

“So, I’m going out tonight. With Alyssa and a few others. Just going to Ray’s. You can join us if you want.”

Harry was sitting on the couch readying himself for another night in but maybe going out with his cousin for a few beers could be fun, “Anyone I know going?”

Saul shook his head, “Doubt it. It’ll be Alyssa, her little sister, and a few of our mutual friends.”

Harry figured it was better if the people that were going to be there didn’t know him. And besides, what better way to spend a Friday night as a single man? Sitting at Saul’s house was fine, but going out and meeting new people with a few beers in hand sounded a hell of a lot better.

Harry nodded, “Why not?”

. . .

Roy’s might have been an old hole in the wall, but it was a popular old hole in the wall. Harry could hear the music before they walked into the black brick building with the lighted, vintage metal sign that hung above the door.

The smell of stale cigarettes and beer hung in the dark space, a shiny lacquered bar that ran half the length of the room, high-top tables, two pool tables, and a few booths.

Alyssa nearly pummeled Saul, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him on the cheek as she squealed.

“We’re just over here! Tony got us a big booth 'cause he got here early.” She pulled Saul along with her. Harry followed.

The group that came into view were two young men and two young women. He barely had a chance to take it all in before Alyssa pulled his arm, “Everyone! This is Harry, Saul’s cousin. The one we were telling you about.”

The one we were telling you about. Harry knew what that meant.

Harry smiled and nodded as he slid into the booth. It was long and easily accommodated all seven of them.

“I’m Kelin,” the man he sat next to held his hand out to Harry to shake. The one next to Kelin greeted Harry, “I’m Tony,” he turned and looked at the girl next to him, “And this is my girlfriend, Dasha.” Dasha smiled and waved at Harry.

Then as Alyssa moved into the opposite side of the booth with Saul at the end she hugged the girl next to Dasha, “And this is my little sister, Y/n.”

Some moments in time are unexplainable. Like moments when things feel like fate but you don’t believe in that sort of thing. Or like when someone is speaking a language you don’t know but you swear you understood everything they just said. Sometimes it was more like a riddle you couldn’t figure out all day only to wake up in the middle of the night from a dream with the answer.

The moment Y/n set her pretty gaze upon Harry was like that for him. Something inexplicable. Something enchanting. Almost mythical.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” Harry spoke as he tried to tear his eyes from the angel called Y/n. He forced his pupils away to look at everyone else but his heart was already beginning to thump violently in his chest.

Drinks were ordered and conversation resumed to wherever it was left off before Saul and Harry’s arrival.

“So, we were discussing anything but the wedding!” Dasha laughed as Alyssa moaned exaggeratedly.

“I was only letting you guys know the theme!” Alyssa laughed.

“Girl, tonight is a night off. And the wedding isn’t for like another 8 months!”

Harry tried to focus on the conversation as he sipped his beer but he couldn’t help allowing his eyes the indulgence of Y/n’s pretty face. She had some kind of clear drink. A vodka soda maybe. And when Kelin started talking about the Halloween party he was throwing Y/n’s eyes met Harry’s again and he thought he was going to fall limp to the floor in a puddle at her feet.

He didn’t even know what her voice sounded like and he was already imagining waking up next to her in the morning and getting to see her disheveled hair and warm pajamas and soft, tired eyes. He had never had such a visceral reaction to anyone before. Ever.

Another round of drinks made its way to the table and Harry hardly spoke a word. Y/n only laughed a few times at what was being said but otherwise, she remained quiet as she sipped her drink.

He needed to talk to her. He needed to learn all about her. He wasn’t sure why it felt so important, so vital to him. But every time she looked at him his throat went dry and he searched her face for any sign that she might be feeling the same odd connection that he was feeling.

“I need a cigarette,” Y/n spoke as she looked at Alyssa, making Saul and Alyssa scoot out of the booth to let her out.

Harry tapped his fingers on the table as he watched her walk past before speaking up, “Yeah, me too.” He hopped up from the booth and jogged to catch up with his dream girl before she could push the door open.

“Allow me,” he grabbed the handle and opened the door for her.

“What a gentleman. Thank you,” she grinned teasingly at him and Harry felt his head swirl and his knees go weak. She smiled at him and he was sure he was in love at that moment.

“I try,” he chuckled as he followed her to the edge of the building before she pulled out her pack of cigarettes. Harry liked the same brand.

He pulled out his lighter and held it out as she put the filter between her lips. The flame lit the tip and then Harry put his own cigarette into his mouth and lit it.

“You have good taste,” Y/n gestured with her cigarette toward his and watched his mouth as he inhaled the smoke into his lungs.

“Guess we both do,” he blew the smoke out and it mixed with the smoke she blew out at the same time.

“Heard you recently got out of jail. Alyssa told me to keep my distance,” she laughed as she took another puff, her eyes on his.

“Yeah. Trying to keep on the straight and narrow now. Jail sucks,” he let his gaze wander over her lips and jawline and down to her neck, “I’m not that bad, though. You gonna get in trouble with your big sister for having a smoke with me?”

She snorted (which Harry found adorable and irresistible) and shook her head, “I’m an adult. She tries to act protective and tough but she knows better than to tell me what I can and can’t do. In fact,” she took a drag and lowered her gaze to Harry’s outfit and then back up to his eyes before exhaling, “When she tells me not to do something it just makes me want to do it more.”

Harry felt his face grow warm as he listened to her speak and couldn’t help the smile that took over his face, dimples winking awake in his cheeks.

“Oh shit,” she leaned into the brick and crossed an arm over her middle, one arm angled out with the cigarette propped between her two fingers, “You’ve got dimples.”

Harry ashed his stick, keeping the smile on his face, “I guess I do. Is it okay?”

Y/n laughed softly, the prettiest sound Harry had ever heard, and nodded, “Of course it’s okay. It’s adorable.”

“Adorable…” Harry repeated as he leaned his shoulder into the brick and faced Y/n, “Think I’m adorable?” He pulled his lips into his mouth, tamping his wide smile as he blushed. Yeah, he was blushing.

She reached her hand up to his shoulder-length hair to tug at a curl, “You are. Pretty curls, green eyes, dimples. I get why Alyssa didn’t want me to get mixed up with you. An adorable bad boy. Dangerous combo.”

Harry shook his head and looked down at her feet before winding his pupils up her frame to her face, “Bad boy? Nah, not really. Just made some stupid decisions.”

Y/n shrugged and pulled at her cigarette before blowing out the hot smoke, “Mmm….” She pursed her lips and squinted at him, “You’re definitely a bad boy. You kind of emanate that persona. And I bet you use those dimples to charm all the ladies.”

Harry chuckled and looked down again to give his retinas a break from her breathtaking beauty. When he looked back at her he shook his head slowly, “If anything you’re the charmer. Making me blush over here.”

She giggled and leaned her head back as she looked up into the sky. Harry was not going to be getting over her laugh. He knew he’d be dreaming about it too.

“I’m just honest is all. Not particularly charming I don’t think.”

Harry shook his head and pointed at her, “No. You are definitely charming. Sweeping me right off my feet.”

“Oh, I am? Falling for me already, Harry?” She smirked at him and turned her body to face his, mimicking his stance.

Was it too soon for him to fall for her? Yes. But Harry was never one to play by usual timelines. He grinned and licked his lips, “Be bad if I said I was?”

She puffed out a laugh, “Probably would be bad. You don’t even know me. I’m really not all that great. Lots of issues. Very unstable,” she laughed as she gestured at her head and then wrapped her lips around the filter to inhale.

“If that’s the case, then you’re just that much cuter,” Harry parted his lips to place the cigarette between them as he kept his eyes on hers.

She bit her lip and turned to look out into the street, “You gonna go to the Halloween party next week?”

Harry shook his head, “Probably not. Wasn’t invited. Don’t like to dress up for shit like that anyway.”

“Hmm… If you go I’ll go,” she turned to look at him and raised her brows.

Harry stitched his brows together and tilted his head, “Are you serious?”

She nodded, “Sure. Why not. Wasn’t planning on going either but I will if you do.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at her and grinned, “Still wasn’t invited, though. We’ll see.”

Y/n tossed her butt down to the ground and stepped over the tip to crunch out the burning end, “Probably should get back in there. Alyssa’s gonna think we’ve run off together. That’d really get her going.”

Harry chuckled and followed suit with his own cigarette and nodded before following her back to the booth in the bar.

This time, as luck would have it, Harry scooted into his original spot and Y/n sat down next to him at the end.

“I wish you wouldn’t smoke,” Alyssa frowned at Y/n and Harry leaned forward to put his elbows on the table as he turned to look at Y/n’s profile. She was certainly stunning.

Y/n shook her head and looked at Dasha, “Will you pass my drink down?”

Harry looked down at his lukewarm beer and pushed himself into the seat, his back hitting the vinyl cushion behind him before turning his head to watch as Y/n drank from her glass.

Everyone at the table resumed their conversation but both Harry and Y/n were thinking about the way their thighs were pressed together and how warm it felt. How nice it was.

“You’re staring,” she whispered with a grin as she set her glass down on the table and turned slightly to see the limn of his outline in her peripheral.

He grinned as he leaned his shoulder into hers as he spoke quietly, “Can’t help it.”

Harry tried to be as subtle as possible with everyone around but his skin was tingling in delight any time she shifted to pick up her glass her thigh ran against the stretch of his jeans. He regretted that he couldn’t stare into her beautiful eyes but he loved her nearness. The smell of her perfume and her shampoo.

“So, Harry,” Tony spoke up, “What do you do for fun?”

Harry was caught off guard. He’d been far too focused on the girl next to him that he nearly forgot he might need to participate in a conversation.

He laughed and looked at Saul and then to Tony, “I like music a lot. Um… reading. I don’t know,” he shrugged.

“He used to be in a band. Plays guitar and sings. He can play almost any instrument actually,“ Saul chimed in.

Harry rolled his eyes when everyone began to ask questions. He didn’t enjoy talking about himself because then that wound up leading to discussing his time in jail. Thankfully no one brought it up, though he was sure everyone already knew anyway. Saul wasn’t exactly discreet.

When the bill was paid after everyone threw down some cash, Y/n slid out of the booth with Harry right behind her, “Can I have your number?” He spoke so only she could hear as he brushed his fingers against hers.

She stopped and turned toward him, a mischievous grin on her face, “I’ll give you my number if you come to the party next weekend.”

Everyone began to walk to the door and Y/n turned to leave but Harry wasn’t done. He felt his heart walloping in his chest as he hastened his steps after her, pulling at her hand as stealthily as possible, “I can’t just crash a party I wasn’t invited to.”

When they stepped outside Y/n moved to the side to let everyone walk past and she looked up at Harry, “If you don’t come then you don’t get my number. It’s up to you.”

Harry swallowed as he looked down at the pretty girl in amazement, “Fine. I’ll be there.”

She smiled sweetly and raised her hand to poke at his dimple, “I know you will.”

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⦑ a night away ⦒✶.* prequel to a kiss away, and how it all happened.

requsted by anonymous (ask at the end) pairing(s): leon kennedy x gn!reader | friends to lovers synopsis: heartbroken, you find yourself back at the bar, unsure if love is meant for you. leon wants you, so badly, but he restrains himself (unsuccessfully) thinking someone else is better suited for you, someone that is not him. content: suggestive imagery, one kiss, one excited leon, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, mentions of alcohol, addiction, oral (m! receiving), death special thanks to @sporeghost, for the beta, for being a sweetheart of a friend, and for his drop dead gorgeous writing. « 2.1 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Loving is easy. To be loved is difficult.

It’s easy to love perfection after all. You might not be perfect, like no one is, but you’re damn close to it. But Leon? He thinks his soul is fractured – by the blood in his hands, by the poison he consumes, eternally cursed by the perpetual guilt of living.

Your smile is crooked – full-teeth, gum-showing. Yet you smile like the sun after a weeping rain, a smile that outshines the worst every single time. Your steps summon life underneath you, summon life within him. You are blinding, bestowing your shine to all, up and high, beyond reach.

If he tells you his feelings, will you find happiness with him? Or will you follow him into the dark, and never see the light again?

You look best in the sunlight. Not six feet under, decaying in his own pain and darkness. Peeping at your glow is more than enough for Leon. He isn’t worried about heartbreak at all, because heartbreak with you is healing. That’s the kind of effect you have.

So you can imagine his worry when he hears your voice slurring through the phone, almost inaudible against the bass-heavy party music in the background. Leon doesn’t know where you are, or what you are doing, but he wants you safe. Needs it.

Thankfully, it doesn’t take long to find you at a bar three blocks away from your apartment. You don’t normally go to bars, that he knows and appreciates. He’s well acquainted with the aftereffects of alcohol.

Leon evades the crowd, manoeuvring through the waves of hazy drunks, cigarettes in one hand, clinking glasses in another. They don’t know how intoxicating it all smells, how deep one can possibly fall into the bottomless pit of a martini glass. Perhaps they know. Or don’t care. After all, they came to escape too, just like you.

He finds your lone silhouette slouch into the bar table, a full glass and empty bottle next to you. Leon didn’t recognise you at first.

“Didn’t expect to see you in a place like this.” Leon picks a bar stool closest to you and takes a seat.

“Leon…?” Your eyelids weigh you down. “H-How did you...”

You don’t look at him, instead readjusting yourself just slightly to bury your face in your palms. Guilty, and you know it.

“Don’t talk.”

Leon rests his hand on your forehead, feeling your temperature burn lightly against his hand. While he has you there, he signals the bartender for a glass of water. You remind him of himself two years ago, deep into a bottle before midday.

You try to reach for your drink, but Leon moves the glass away. Replacing it with the iced water served to you. “Drink this.”

Leon watches you take in a big gulp. Your eyes blink open aggressively, regaining a bit of conscious since Leon arrived.

“Better?”

“Better.” You heartbeat slows by a fraction, voice clearer now, but your surroundings are still spinning. Leon waits for you to finish your next swig before talking.

“What happened?” Leon offers you his kindness, lacing with an undertone of concern. You plant your face into your drink. “You can tell me.”

“H-He…” Your tears well up, and his heart breaks at the sight. “He b-broke up with me, Leon. Over text too. I tried calling him, but I keep reaching voicemail. Did the four months meant nothing to him?”

That sucker you met on a dating app. Leon can’t recall his name, that’s how much he hates the guy. Promising you the world, delivering all but crap.

A man who hurts you like this isn’t a man. Just a child. It’s been three times since he watches your heart broken with fake proclamations of love by one of these men. Leon knows he can kiss you better, love you better, make love to you better than any other man on this world. Anything you want, he can do it better. Except that he can’t.

You are the light he doesn’t deserve, the light he depends on.

“Fuck ‘em. He doesn’t deserve you.”

You shook your head. “Nobody loves me, Leon. Nobody wants me. I’ve never had a relationship that lasted over a year.”

“That’s not true.” Because I want you. More than you’ll ever know, more than you’ll ever need. I want you like a plant wants light. Hell, I need you like a plant needs water. “All of D.S.O loves you.”

You sigh deeply. He knows the fact that’s not what you meant, but some secrets are not meant to see the light of day.

“I need a drink.”

“No. You don’t.” Leon cuts you off, pouring out the poison into the sink by the bar. “Drinking won’t solve anything. You should know this.”

The music in the background crudely echoes, much harsher and obstructive this time. The people around you are chatting, cheering, dancing – but there is only two of you in the room. At least that's how it feels like. Leon watches your hand twitch on the glass, eyes avert with guilt. You know he is still marking the days, thirty-seven weeks of sobriety. You know he is right.

“You shouldn’t be here.” It’s your turn to move his hands away from the glass.

“I’m here to take you home. Don’t worry, I’m not going to relapse anytime soon.” Leon puts a hand over yours. An act of comfort, consolation.

“Go wash your face.” You obey, and it helps just a little. By the time you’re ready to leave, Leon is waiting for you with your bag in his hands. “Come on, let’s go.”

“What about the tab?”

“It’s all sorted.” It’s the least he can do for you.

The summer nights should have been cool, but as if to compensate for the heat of the day, the wind taunts harsher. The gust prickle your bare skin that wears only a T-shirt and jeans. Your balance tips ever so slightly.

Leon leans to you right before you slip, hands gently grasping your shoulders. You catch your feet, fistful of his jacket for support. The smell of your fresh cherry blossom shampoo melt into his senses.

He pulls you aside around the corner of the building – you are too unbalanced for the nighttime crowd, almost tripping three people in your fall.

“Lean back.” Leon peels you off his chest, almost reluctantly. You feel so good in his arms. “Take five.”

Beyond the neon skyscrapers, fogged starless sky, you share the moon together. You vision rotates and coils around the glowing sphere, but next to Leon, you feel safe, relieved, despite everything that happened today. You, who witness your third relationship fall apart. Him, who witness your light slowly fading away.

“Leon…” Your words are slurring again.

“He’s such an ass.” You didn’t let Leon respond, and he didn’t try. Leon knows you just need to vent right now. “Every time I’m at work, he says I work too much. Then he says I’m too controlling when I’m home.”

“I hear you.” Leon nods, watching at how your face twist and turn when you talk about this jerk who doesn’t deserve you.

“He’s always out with his friends. When I do the same, it’s a bad thing. I never complain about anything, ever. What gives?”

Leon listens, nodding responsively.

“You know what’s worse? He told me I give bad head.”

Leon freezes, blood that ran along his nerves surge between his legs. It wasn’t weird for you to share details about your relationships. It prides Leon that you entrust him with such information.

But for you to be this forward about your intimate activities? That’s a first, probably conspired by the alcohol in your system. Leon can only wish that the alcohol in you isn’t going to catch him adjust both of his pant legs, hiding the strain between his pants.

“Well, are you?” Leon teases, feigning nonchalance.

“It’s not my fault I have a small mouth.”

His gaze passes your lips, open and close as you speak, tongue peeking underneath all that plumpness. He shouldn’t. Definitely shouldn’t be imagining your lips grazing against him right now. Or how your mouth will look around his cock, your tongue swirling against his length…

Leon clears his throat once more. You unintentionally cut off his imagination before it can go rampant.

“You know… I’ve realised you never talk about your relationships.”

You raise your hand to scratch your chin, recalling if there is anyone that makes him double take. But Leon Kennedy never double takes. There’s not a moment where he’s breaking his stoic, cool-guy demeanour. Not even at Jill, which you would drool over at.

“Not much to tell.” Not much he can tell you.

“C’mon, we’ve been through too much for you to act coy now.” You nudge him on the shoulder. “Guy like you? You must have someone.”

“Not sure what you mean.” Leon can feel you snuggle in closer, almost brushing against his strained jeans at your lower abdomen. He strategically smooths slightly away from you, desperate to suppress himself.

“I mean… You have a really nice jaw. And a nice body.” You gaze at him up and down, eyebrow raising, tongue peeking and rolling over your teeth.

“You think I’m handsome?” Leon offers you his crooked grin. “That’s quite bold of you.”

His cerulean eyes lit up, for a sparkle, staring intensely into yours. Your throat clears itself, unaware of the warmth sinking into your cheeks. Leon wonders if you know how cute you look right now.

“I-I’m just saying what others think.” You shuffle away from the wall, moving in sync with your feet towards the well-lit street. “Let’s get going I’m feeling much bett-”

“Not so fast.” Leon holds you in place. Your body turns against your own will, finding your back curving into the wall.

“Leon…?” You ask, barely above a whisper.

Look at you. So sweet, doe-eyed as you walk right into the lion’s den. The sensitive part of your neck partially exposed just to entice him. Thinking everyone is made of good intentions, that they just want to be your friend, and that no harm will ever become of you. That’s just in your nature.

It’s also in people’s nature to take advantage of someone like you. Even when your wrists locked against his, body trapping you, you still trust him. He’s internally conflicted – conflicted whether if he wants to pounce at you or protect you. Both, in that order.

Leon brings his lips closer to yours ever so slowly. So softly, leaving you plenty of space to withdraw, to stop. Begging you to stop him from ruining something so perfect between the two of you.

Waiting… Waiting for any sign of uncertainty, any lace of hesitation, any reason to push you away and laugh it off. But you don’t. You don’t flinch, in fact you close the distance more.

He tilts his head down, and your head up. Leon moves his hands, feeling a bit bolder too, wrapping them around your back. Reciprocating all the same, your irises capture the moonlight in your eyes, glowing in the dark. Leon can’t keep fooling himself anymore about how you want this. You want this too.

He closes his eyes. Lets your raspy breath guide him to your lips until they brush lightly against yours. Magnitude of emotions riled up within him, pouring into an endless stream of longing finally fulfilled.

“I, uh…” Leon silences your thoughts in place of another heated kiss. Taste of your tongue lingers with the filth of alcohol, Leon wants nothing more than rid the taste of it from your mouth. His body flushing against yours, burning, drowning, into all of you. Into all of the love you grace him. Platonic, romantic – none of it matters. He just needs you.

The parting of lips is almost melancholic, a separation of two souls connected by this ephemeral moment. You are losing balance, eyelids closing, consciousness fading into a light snore.

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” Leon lets out a tiny grin when you lean your body weight on his torso, which is cue to take you home.

Under his care, Leon helps you into your apartment. Doesn’t leave you like that – no, that would be too cruel. He helps you remove your jacket and shoes, carrying your slumbering body to the bed. Tucking you in. And a cheeky kiss too, while you’re unconscious.

Maybe you’ll remember what happened, maybe you won’t. Leon knows that he will cherishing this memory for a very long time.

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Sober confessions (are a little better) - Leo valdez x reader

Part 2 of drunken confessions (kind of suck), ~3.3k words, gn reader Masterlist

Leo was in shock. It took every ounce of willpower not to burst into flames as you froze for a moment, caught off guard. “I what?” You asked, dumbstruck. What really got to him though was your face. He knew you well enough to see the subtle blush, and the suppressed smile.

But good or bad, that was the question. Leo laughed along, doing his best to play cool while his mind raced. “Yeah,” he giggled, averting his eyes casually by looking at the phone. “You had me blushing and everything,” he joked. Okay, that was a safe answer. Not saying he rejected you, or that he wanted to accept. Neutral mostly, if a little flirty. Leo’s eyes were trained on the phone screen, wide and wild as he fought a nervous smile and tried to mask it with a flirty one.

“I did?” You asked, baffled. In his peripheral he could see you do the same as him, stare at your food. Okay, now he could look at you, if you weren’t looking at him. For just a moment he wondered if it was his brain that was on fire, with logic like that. He quickly shook it off.

He got one glance in before he folded, eyes immediately darting back to the phone, which he just now realized was off, and had been for at least a minute. Shit. He turned in on, and opened a random app. In just a look he saw your wide eyes, flushed face and your hand covering your mouth, but by your eyes he could tell your pained smile. Double shit. Was drunk you onto something? Leo stared at a dumb mobile game and somehow managed to form words, “yeah,” he laughed. “You were pretty smooth.”

You cringed, and Leo decided he might be the worst guy around at reading signals, and actually you might just be embarrassed about confessing to a guy like him. You hummed awkwardly, “Oh, that’s… something.”

Something? Leo winced, waiting for you to say more. But more never came, and an awkward silence filled the air, which was somehow worse than a more awkward conversation.

You finally spoke, “Like, for real? For actually? I actually did that?”

Leo purse his lips, pausing a moment. To tell you, or not to tell you? He could probably still lie, or make a joke of it. But he promised not too. “What, you can’t believe it? It’s true, you a little smooth when you’re drunk,” he smiled cautiously.

You looked over at him curiously, and the blush across your face confused him just a little bit. “Wha-what did you say?” You asked, puzzled.

Well shit. “Uh,” he started, looking for the easiest answer. Or best answer. How to say no, but I wanted to say yes. But I can’t say yes. And you don’t want me to, not really. And I don’t want to say yes, actually, because it sucks you only like me when you’re fucked up. “No?” He said. “I-I said no, I guess.”

”Oh,” you said simply, looking back at your food.

And suddenly Leo felt very small. In a bad way, he decided. Sometimes small could be good, people like small things, some people think they’re cute. But Leo felt small like a grain of sand or dirt that gets stuck in your shoe, a constant bother but hard to shake. He wasn’t sure why he needed to defend himself on this, “Well, it’s not like I could say yes,” he laughed. “Besides, it’s not like you meant it.”

You nodded, “Right.” And he couldn’t read your expression, a language he was usually fluent in.

Panic. “Right?” He asked, trying to play it off, brow raised like he as teasing.

You looked over at him and smiled softly, nodding again, more confidently this time. “Right,” you affirmed, and stood up, plate in hand. “I think you tell me one more thing I did last night I’ll combust, so I’m gonna go catch up on whatever my chores are, alright?” You laughed warmly. “See ya later?”

Leo swallowed, nodded, “Yeah, later.”

And then you were off, first to burn what was left for the gods, and then out of the dining pavilion. And Leo was alone, and hoped nobody was around to hear that borderline painful conversation. He was certain he’d never struck out worse, in all the times he flirted around camp. And he didn’t even have to try this time. What an achievement.

…

This were bad. Your legs were shaking in your compelling mortified state as you walked out. And as soon as you turned a corner out of sight of the pavilion, you broke into a speed walk, then jog, then sprint back to your cabin. Oh my gods. You only got a few weird looks as you ran, and your head only hurt a little bit as it bobbed up and down with the steps. That was good, at least.

You shut the door behind you, and ran your fingers through your hair. Okay. Time to take stock of your dead, you supposed. You made a fool of yourself asking out Leo, and got rejected. Rejected? You dramatically collapsed on your bed. Rejected. By Leo.

What to do? Apologize? Act like it never happened? Something dramatic? Avoid him? Forever? You stared out the window at the trees a moment. You probably embarrassed him, too. Ugh. You dragged your hands across your face, pulling the skin. You half wanted to peel it off. Yikes.

Leo was far from the only person at camp you thought you’d have a shot with, but he was definitely the only one you could want. And you just had to go ruin that.

You spent a fair amount of time lamenting in your cabin, then a good stretch doing chores like you said. And did your best to keep busy as long as you could, and keep your head empty, without a thought of what had happened. At least nobody else knew. Whenever people from last night felt like talking to you, they brought up the other shenanigans, and you could have fun remembering, or hearing about your exploits. Distractions.

But the sun was setting, and you were getting restless. Ignoring problems only worked for so long, and sometimes letting them fester was worse. Damage control. You should nip this in the bud. If you payed the right cards, maybe you could recover.

You were just finishing cleaning up the arts and crafts station, when you nodded to yourself. Yeah. Good plans. Maybe you could save yourself. Half the work was done for you, he already believed it was just the alcohol.

You started to the bunker, not bothering to check his cabin. He was probably working alone, at this time of day. The sun was going down, and the sky was turning a purple haze. You half hoped you were wrong, and Leo was somewhere around seeing the pretty colours.

You knew the code, one of few with the privilege of walking in without knocking. And of course, you were right, and hopes wrong. There he was.

“Hey,” you said softly, coming up beside him. He looked up at you with his wide brown eyes, and you cringed a little, hoping you didn’t ruin your friendship with him. You could live with losing your chances with him, but your whole relationship? No shot. “Uh, I just wanted to say… sorry about last night?” You said, offering an only slightly awkward smile. “Must have been really awkward for you.”

Leo smiled as he looked up at you, cringing with his eyes. “Yeah, little bit,” he laughed, then waved his hand, dropping the metal he was tinkering with. “But it’s fine, Y/n, no need to apologize.”

Well that’s good. You sighed in relief. At least things were good. He seemed at ease. Maybe recovery could be easy. With a smile, you hopped up onto the desk beside him to sit, like usual. At least things weren’t weird. You groaned, resting the back of your head against the wall behind you. “At least I don’t remember, because I’d probably be even more mortified that way.”

Leo snickered rolling his eyes, “If you only knew.”

You raised your brow, “Dude,” you said, laughing. “Are you holding out on me? Did I do something even worse than…” you paused, not wanting to bring it up, like that would make it stuck in his head more. “Embarrassing myself completely?”

He paused, and you knew him well enough to know that was his thinking face. You braced yourself, preparing for the worst, for you to have done the most embarrassing thing you could imagine, whatever that was. You probably shouldn’t have even asked, now that you think about it. Ignorance is bli-

But he interrupted your train of thought, “Well, you always, do that,” Leo laughed, smiling softly at his hands. He quickly looked back up to you and laughed, “try to ask me out, that is.”

What. You stared at him. The fuck. “I do not,” you asserted, shaking your head. Because that would be absurd.

Leo rolled his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “Ya do.”

But if that were true, then he’d have rejected you… how many times? And just never felt like mentioning it. No chance, if that was true, you’re probably just die. Right there on the table. “Yeah, no I don’t,” you said again, somehow more confidently. “Now you’re fucking with me.”

As much as you wanted to maintain what little dignity you had, Leo didn’t look like he was fucking with you. He was smiling, but softly, tiredly even. His mischievous grin that came out when he joked. He looked too serious for this, even if he did laugh, “Yeah, no.” He shook his head, “I’m for realsies.”

But you already knew that. Even if you denied it. If you confessed once and didn’t remember, why not twice? Three times? More? Ugh. You cringed, shrinking into yourself. “That… doesn’t sound fun,” you said, leaning your head back to stare at the ceiling. But you couldn’t resist glancing down at him, as hard as you tried. “For either of us.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, staring at the floor with an awkward smile. “It’s kind of awkward, having to reject you, pretty much every time you drink,” he admitted. “I kind of hate it.”

You swallowed, completely understanding why he looked at the floor. But he seemed to have a stronger will than you, his eyes didn’t waver like yours did. Sighing, you resolved to do better, looking at the ceiling, and this time not looking back. “You hate the idea of me liking you?” You asked, wincing. It came out far weaker than you’d have liked.

He cracked a smile, leaning his head back on his chair, now staring at the ceiling. “Not the idea, just the practice,” he said, brow furrowed. “I mean, what am I even supposed to say when you do that?”

Yes? You thought. But didn’t say it. He’d already rejected you once today, it seemed. No need to make it twice. “You could have told me, you know,” you said, pulling your feet up where you sat, so your head could rest on your knees. “If you hate it so much. Maybe if you told me, I might stop.”

Leo paused, lips pursed, and then picked up his scrap metal again, and a few wires and bolts. He started to fidget as he spoke, “Well, I thought it would make things weird.”

You snickered, “I guess you weren’t wrong.”

You heard Leo let out a small laugh through his nose, “Yeah, guess so.”

Leo’s workshop bunker was never truly silent. Even when there was nobody to speak, there was always the low rumble of a machine, occasionally the soft hum of the forge, often the sound of Leo tinkering. So you couldn’t really say it was an awkward silence, but it was damn close.

Leo looked like there was more he wanted to say, brow furrowed and face scrunched as he wired a small contraption with calloused fingers. He sighed, “sorry, I probably shouldn’t have even brought it up, you were just drunk.” He looked up at you, tired smile on his lips. “Believe it or not, it was your idea for me to tell you.”

You spared him a glance, doing your best to meet his eyes. “Yeah,” you said, looking away again. Those eyes were too much. “I guess last night I was just full of bad ideas.”

”Yeah,” he snickered. “Bad ideas.”

You offered him a reluctant smile. “At least now we can forget about it, yeah?”

Leo nodded, returning the same soft smile, “consider it forgotten.”

You smiled, less reluctant this time. For better or for worse, at least things could go back to normal. It was easier to look at him now, his eyes fallen onto the project in his hands as he leaned over his desk to grab parts. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, the silence feeling much more comfortable now. “If only I had this last night, all the shenanigans could have been documented,” you laughed. Your camera roll was empty.

Leo grinned up at you, “There’s always next time, right?”

“That means you’ve got to come next time, too,” you smiled, lightly kicking him.

He shrugged, soft smile on his lips, “Well shit, how could I say no now?”

”You can’t,” you smirked. The empty camera roll needed fixing, that was certain. You turned slightly, opening the camera and holding the phone in front of you at a high angle. “Be my first picture?” You asked, looking down at him.

Wordlessly, he posed, dramatically winking and giving a thumbs up to the camera, and you snapped the shot. “Nice,” you said. It was a good first photo.

You turned to show him, but lost the will immediately. Leo was looking up at you rather intensely, lips pursed. He answered before you could ask, “Actually, Y/n, I know we just said to forget about… that whole thing,” he said, pushing his chair back and resting his feet in the table next to you. “But… I sorta promised you last night that I’d talk about it.”

Oh. You swallowed. Okay. Maybe you weren’t in the clear yet.

…

Leo was really doing it. He sighed, palms sweaty as metal pieces and wires idly bounced between them as he tried to calm his nerves. “Y/n, I don’t want to forget the things you say when you’re drunk, because they’re so…” he winced, tying to find the words that wouldn’t make him sound as pathetic as this felt. “…so nice, I guess.”

For a good moment, Leo was certain that came off horribly. But you didn’t seem to think so, looking at him with wide eyes, mouth hung slightly open. Maybe surprised.

Leo pursed his lips. You were waiting for him to say more, and who was he if he didn’t fold when you looked at him like that? “I guess I just wish you liked me when you’re sober,” he said finally, shaking his head, eyes lowering. Yeah. That was it. Straight to the point.

“Leo, I-“ you started, reaching a hand out to him. He held his breath as you hesitated, and released when you put your hand down at the edge of the table in front of him. “Leo, I like you when I’m sober.”

Leo smiled, laughing through his nose. He scooted his chair closer again, resting an elbow beside your hand so he could hold up his head as he looked up at you. “Yeah, I know,” he chuckled. “But not like that.”

You pursed your lips, deathly still, but your eyes moved to the floor.

Leo stopped you before you could respond, free hand up in the air like surrender. “Hey, and I’m not asking you too,” he said, doing his best to maintain his causal smile. He laughed, “I just… hey, we’re both full of dumb ideas. I guess I just wanted to tell you.” That might have been a lie. Telling you was the last thing he wanted. But here he was.

You stared for a moment, and Leo could feel his heart beating in his throat. Then you laughed, covering your mouth, and he gulped, preparing for the worst. “Leo,” you said, hand barely covering a smile. “Leo, oh my gods.”

Leo paused, scrunching his brow. Huh? This could go very bad. Or maybe good? You didn’t seem mad, at least.

Smiling at the floor, you scooted closer, until you were sitting just in front of him, smirking down. He must have looked like an idiot, staring up at you with wide eyes and confused the way he was. But that wasn’t unusual for him. “Leo I think your only dumb idea was liking me,” you laughed, head resting in your hands.

Now Leo was officially puzzled. He stared dumbly at you. Blinked once, twice, and then realized he should probably say something. The laughing was involuntary, and he was about fifty percent sure he liked what you were saying. “Ha,” he exclaimed. “Like that was my idea,” he said rolling his eyes, “that was all you.”

You giggled, and for a moment Leo thought he saw you blush for a moment. “Leo I might have another bad idea,” you said, leaning closer towards him.

Okay, that might be a sign, Leo thought, perhaps even a signal. He also thought he might combust, or at least burst into flames if not explode right there. But when you smiled down at him, face maybe a foot from his, it all left his brain. Not a single thought at all. “What… is it?” he asked awkwardly, grinning like a dork.

“I think,” you started, “that we should totally kiss, wouldn’t that be awesome?” you said, resting your forehead on his.

Leo flinched as your heads touched, for a split second retracting to avoid burning you. He felt hot. Burning. But not on fire. Before you could pull back too and lose the moment, he bridged the gap, eyes pressed shut, didn’t burn up, and kissed you. Oh my Gods. He was half shocked when you didn’t pull away, and had a heart attack when you kissed back, wide smile on your lips.

You giggled when you pulled back, “Hey, we should do that more often.”

Leo was grinning like an idiot, looking up at you. Wow you were pretty. And he wasn’t entirely sure this was real, he could swear he’s had this exact daydream once. But never so vivid. He shook his head, laughing. “Y/n, you’re the worst,” he giggled, letting his head fall into his hands.

”You don’t mean that,” you laughed, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.

He couldn’t help but smile more into his hands, “no, I don’t,” he said, shaking his head. “How could I, after that?”

He heard you let it a small nose laugh, and felt your hand on his. Without a seconds hesitation he let you move his hands away, and replace them with your own as you guided his head up to look at you again. He leaned gently on your hand as you spoke, “Leo, I’m sorry I made you think I- I only liked you when I’m drunk,” you said, eyes not leaving his face. “Because thats not true.”

Leo, for a moment scared you might pull your hands back, covered them in his own. And he thought your hands were the only place he could ever want to rest his head. “Well, you did a great job proving me wrong,” he snickered.

You smiled, “that’s my favourite thing to do, actually.”

”Wanna do it again?” He grinned.

Anyway. Teehee I was kicking my feet a little writing this one ngl.

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thedivinershiddenarchive · 1 year

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hello ! may I request a alley hunter with refinement 6 targetted at Al haitaham .The reader and Al haitham are married but one day he sees her talking to another man and gets furious and texts her to come home to teach her a lesson ! Maybe with some drugs which makes her lactate so he can suck those milk from her tits + bondage +breeding+ dirty talks of making her pregnant so she can never leave ?

CHARACTERS; Al Haitham x Fem!Reader (FT. Kaveh)

SUMMARY; All you wanted was to get together with Kaveh after months since you've last interacted with him, little did you know that Al Haitham has been watching you through the hidden camera he has planted. Seeing how much you fancy him, he decides to instruct you in a lesson of loyalty.

CONTENT; Violation of privacy (Planting hidden cameras), Investigator Al Haitham, Yandere themes, Drugging?, Lactation Kink, Bondage, Dirty Talk, Possesiveness & Jealousy, Petnames: "Sweetness/Sweetheart", Sextapes (tell me what i've missed)

A/N; okay this may have been the only request i've wrote fully and i still have others to write so I'll probably finish them around this month since its february-

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"[Y/N], hold on. I forgot to give you this." your husband interrupts you from leaving the door by holding your hand and putting something in it. Upon looking at your palm, you see an adorable designed key that's shaped like a flower. Looking up at him, you questioned:

"Is this custom-designed?" you raised your brow at the man that nodded. "Kaveh charged me for free since it was for you, so I took the deal. I also don't want you to have to take too long just to wait for me to unlock the house. I apologize for not giving you a key sooner, my love."

"It's fine, dear." you beamed at him, pinning the keychain on your purse and giving Al Haitham a quick peck on the lips, leaving him in delight. "Stay safe, alright?" he caresses your cheek and you nod, turning to proceed to leave the house.

He sighs, picking up his phone and clicking on an app. Pressing a few options before finally getting to connect to the camera that was planted and hidden in your key.

He watches as you went through your daily activities, he's convinced that you won't be doing anything suspicious for now.

He's aware of being too possesive for his wife, but then again, she hasn't done anything wrong throughout the relationship. Well, not as wrong as cheating and betrayal. He may have overthought about this but he wanted to keep you safe just in case.

Turning off his phone, he continued to prepare for his work and leave the house while also attending to you without knowing.

"Oh, wait, [Y/N]?" you hear a familiar voice ahead, causing you to stare up to meet a blonde. "Kaveh!" you called out, walking up to him.

"Ah, it's been a while since I saw you! How's things been going with Al Haitham? He must be troubling to deal with." he comments, making you laugh.

"Well, he's anything but trouble. He's very collected and pleasant to be around with and is great with the chores." you grinned at the thought of your husband, making Kaveh roll his eyes and sigh.

"Lucky for you. Well, he does do the chores but I doubt he's pleasant to be with. Well, for me atleast." you giggled at his response. "Hey, why don't you go and grab coffee with me and walk to work together?" he inquired only for you to smile in response.

Al Haitham was way too busy with his duties that he forgot to check on you. He feels someone pat his back and upon turning, he meets his co-worker pointing outside, signalling to take a break and that he'll take over for now.

Nodding, he gets up and leaves the building, leaning on his car as he picks up his phone to check on the camera that was planted on you.

Upon entering the app, he finds you in a cafe but since you were sitting he couldn't view who you were talking. He hears you laugh as another voice enters and god... He knew who the hell that person was.

"Never seen that side of him? Good for you. It's best if you don't anyway." Kaveh added with a laugh. "Wow, he must be that bad when living with you, huh?" you giggle, sounds like you were having way too much fun with the blondie.

"Oh, hold on, [Y/N]. I'll pay." your coffee mate insists, getting his wallet and placing it on the table as he guides you outside of the cafe. "Would you like to drive with me? I think it would waste too much time just walking, especially since we need to get there early." he asks.

"Sure! Lead the way." you chimed as you followed along with him. Al Haitham was gritting his teeth, why Kaveh out of all people? But then again, he doesn't want any men interacting with you except him. Only him.

It only angered him more at how close the two of you are and without thinking twice, he texted you quickly. Not even being aware that he'll seem suspicious because he somehow knew what you were doing.

You blinked when you heard a ping from your phone, before you could get in Kaveh's car, you excused him to check the notification. Upon looking at your lock screen you saw a message from Al Haitham.

"What could he be up to?" you thought, reading his message through the notification center before checking it in app.

"[Y/N]. No excuses, I need you back in the house right now. I don't want you to be around Kaveh without my presence. When you get back here, I swear I'm going to teach you a lesson about being disloyal, especially when you have a husband."

Because you are accustomed to his intense possessiveness and jealousy, you start to perspire as you read the sentence. Especially when you used to go over to Kaven and Al Haitham's flat and were far too merry with his roommate.

But you were confused on how he knew you were with Kaveh. You didn't tell him that you were gonna meet him because the blonde himself appeared before you.

In despite the fact that you did nothing wrong this time, you were aware that you were in trouble since in his eyes, you did something.

Without thinking a second thought, you apologized at Kaveh and left in a hurry. "I'm sorry, Kaveh. But I have to get home quick.."

You didn't notice but Kaveh seem to know a deeper meaning at your message. Chuckling, he shooes you away to get there safe.

You just see Al Haitham sitting on the sofa, drinking his tea while his eyes silently watch over you. You broke the silence, asking him what he wanted. "I need you inside the bedroom now."

"Look, dear. Me and Kaveh were just friends and just drank some coffee. Both of us didn't mean anything."

"Listen to me, [Y/N]. You can't talk your way out of this. No matter how much you can convince me, you can't get it your way."

Swallowing nervously, you crossed your arms. "Don't give me that attitude now, sweetheart. Just listen, won't you?" Al Haitham scolds you, walking forward till' your back was pressed against a wall and your chest was hitting his.

"I'll say this one last time. Go to the bedroom while I prepare something. And when I open the door, I better see you naked and on all fours for me." his eyes darkened as he stated, letting you know he's being serious and doesn't want you messing around or being disobedient with him.

You nodded, his body relaxed as he pressed a kiss on your forehead, turning from you as he entered the kitchen to prepare "something".

Quickly rushing to the door, you undressed as much as you could, knowing you shouldn't leave him disappointed. Taking off your boots and placing them on the shoe rack, your jacket on the hanger, and your bag near the bed.

You swore you tried as fast as you could but somehow, he was quicker. It felt like a flash, he's now behind you. His body leaning on the door frame as he watches you. "You tried at least." He says nonchalantly, walking towards you.

You were still partially dressed, you still weren't naked on the bed and all fours as he commanded much to his dismay. Though, this still won't be left unpunished and he knows the perfect way to deal with you.

"Eat up." He commands, shoving a lactation cookie into your mouth, causing you to gag. You whimper at the rough handling, squirming a bit from the ropes that were tied to your hands.

Fortunately for him, you swallowed the third and last biscuit for the night. Satisfied, he took off your clothes. Only leaving you in your underwear as the garments were left as a pile on the floor.

"Been a bad, disobedient wife." he growls into your neck, sucking the the precious skin as he uses his fingers to tease your clit.

"I think you deserve to be punished with how you were around Kaveh this afternoon." His hands were squishing your sides now, thumbs caressing your bare stomach. Al Haitham's head started descending, his lips touching your skin.

You wanted to touch him. Grasp his hair and pull him closer if it weren't for your hands being tied up. You could only moan in pleasure as he works wonders on your stomach, giving licks and soft kisses despite his roughness on you moments ago.

You were moving, trying to get some pleasuring friction until your husband's fingers touched your pussy, caressing your clit as the stimulation grows more and more. "Patience, sweetheart."

With that, you stilled down. Letting him work wonders on you until he felt impatient, ripping your underwear from your body and throwing them with the group of clothes.

"I can't promise to be gentle with you. But I can promise that by the end of this night, you'll be round with my baby."

Pushing you onto the bed, he takes off his jacket and shirt, making you watch the way his muscles were glowing from the moonlight from your window.

"Enjoying the show?" he chuckles, the rumble on his voice making you wetter by how attracted you are to it. Leaning in, his lips presses against yours, swallowing your moans as you can feel his cock moving on your pussy, the precum being smeared with your juices as he continued grinding.

"Don't be a tease, Al Haitham.." you grunted, getting too sensitive just from his pulverizing. "Who are you in a position to tell me what to do, hm?" you can see the way his brows furrow, why would you be commanding him? Not like he's the one tied up for talking to another woman too fondly.

"Please, dear.. Need you so bad." you whimpered, your whole body starting to shake even when he merely touches you.

"Do you really deserve it though?" he mocks, his finger pressing your stomach, his lips dangerously near your left nipple as he lightly meets them.

"Maybe you do.. You proved yourself enough with all that begging." with that said, his mouth latched onto your breast, his tongue fondles with your nipple, sucking delicately but enough that it would leave a faint dark red mark on your chest.

His eyes was in awe as he feels the white liquid drip out of his mouth, dropping to your belly. "You're delicious even from up here, [Y/N]."

Consuming it enough, he pulls away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while also putting his thumb on your tongue, forcing you to taste the liquid.

Satisfied, he wanted to give you your wants now that you've endured his acts on you.

"Tell me, how would you like it? Like a bad slut or a good girl? Hell, be specific as you want. Maybe you deserve it." he taunts your skin, eyes watching how your breath hitches at his words.

Suddenly, the most lewdest fantasies started running up in your mind. The heat on your cheeks growing more hot as you continue thinking of them until your husband's fingers came in contact with your chin, making you look at him.

"So?" you see how his irises intently look at you, waiting for an answer.

"Want you so bad, Al Haitham- I want your deep inside me.. I want you to breed me as your own, use me for your own pleasure.. Do whatever you want for me to behave like the good girl you want me to be-" your desperate sobs were cut off with him capturing your lips into his, swalling your cries as they turn into moans.

"I've heard enough, sweetness." His arms caged you, not like you were able to escape from him anyway. A wild but tamed man waiting to ravage you as fast or slow as he wants. When and where he wants.

Gripping your hips as your legs were thrown over his shoulders, positioning his cock over your pussy as he palmed himself, the precum staining the head and dripping a bit onto you.

He wanted you to grip onto his shoulders, you were looking as submissive as ever that it made him much harder than he already is. "Gonna make your wishes come true, sweetness. Becoming both a wife and a mother, what more could both of us ask for?"

He pistons inside of you, your walls were painfully tight for him, stroking and touching every possible vain he has on his cock making him more sensitive. No matter how many times you guys have done this, you both will never get used to how good it feels.

He stills for a moment before pulling his hips back and pushing them back in harshly, making your groan as tears are already forming at the corners of your eyes as he fastens his pace.

He was touching all those sweet spots that he has learned throughout your relationship, he knew how to press them enough that it left you screaming for more.

"You can't stay quiet now, can you? Want our neighbors to hear how much you love being fucked? I'll show them, alright." As if on cue, he thrusted into you deeper, harsher, that you felt your cervix touch the head of his cock.

Al Haitham's face descends to your breasts, his lips touching them once again as he sucks on the buds, tasting the milk in them while he continues ramming into you.

His fingers move from gripping your hips to your pussy, playing with them to stimulate you even more. "J-just like that, Al Haitham-" you managed to stutter out, too dumb for his cock that your mind can barely process how much gratification you've been receiving.

Your eyes threatened to roll to the back of your head as you feel him toy with your clit faster, his thrusts never losing its momentum but increasing his speed. Al Haitham pulls out, milk still dripping from his lips as he connects them with yours, forcing you to taste it.

You took it anyway, the way his tongue was rolling over yours, savoring the sweet liquid in your mouth.

He moved his hands to grip your ass, caressing them with his thumb as he raises your hips to pull out and slam his dick back into you, making you screech at the sudden jolt of pleasure.

Your orgasm comes closer and closer the more he impales his cock into you, the sound of skin slapping proceeds to grow louder every second.

You couldn't take it, the stars in your eyes starting to grow visible the more you endure this pleasurable experience. "You close?" he asks into your mouth, you were only able to muster a loud moan in response.

He took it as yes to continue pressing into your pussy, the clear grunts and groans both of you kept sounding out the more near your orgasms could hit.

As if on cue, he rams into you one last time before emptying himself into you as you came at the same time. You whimpered onto his lips, your core throbbing and milking his cock dry. He gives a few small thrusts, making sure all his cum was inside of you.

He shushes you, landing soft kisses from your cheek, neck, and to your breasts. Planting his face in between them as he continued to comfort you. "Don't think I'm done yet, sweetheart. We're both still not sure if you're really pregnant from that."

Al Haitham wakes up to you on his chest, soundly sleeping as your arm wraps around his waist. He smiles, caressing your cheek before he hears his phone ping.

He grabs it while still having you asleep on his body, scrolling through he finds multiple messages from Kaveh. He furrows his eyes but checks them out anyway.

"Don't be so rough on her, Al Haitham~ She's way too attached to you to even think about being with another man. Hell, I'm surprised on how she's able to tolerate you with how fondly she talks about you. Consider yourself lucky because I really might find myself dead if you found the wrong woman."

Rolling his eyes, he leaves him on seen and checks the next notification which was the hidden camera app he installed. Examining it, he found that it was from last night.

It was able to record to the two of you fucking. He was lucky he had his headphones on because he could hear how loud you were moaning, how much you wanted more that it got him going again. He looks over to you with a sigh.

He'll try to be patient and wait for you to wake up so he could do it again. But for now, he'll just watch and download the recording into his phone for future uses.

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claymorexpunisher · 4 months

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Brats Have More Fun (5/?) (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Damian Priest/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader thinks she's being cute by shamelessly defying the orders of her vampire boyfriend, Damian...

DISCLAIMER: This is NSFW/has NSFW elements. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Chapter Tags: 18+, smut, orgasm denial, kink, sadism, masochism, flogging, sex toy, g-spot stimulation, vampire!Damian, human!Reader.

Word Count: 1,430

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Damian was very much the walking motto of ‘if they wanted to, they would…”

He lived by it, not just whenever I needed affection or a shoulder to cry on, but also when it came to handing out punishments.

Or in today’s case- funishments.

That was one of the most exciting aspects of dating a vampire; he could be anywhere at any given time in under 2 seconds if he so wished.

And sometimes I either forgot that he could, or I chose to forget and got him riled up any way that I could.

Today as we were texting back and forth, our conversation got increasingly flirtatious and my mouth got smarter, daring him to set me straight.

Being a smartass, I let Damian know that I was up to no good, wanting to bring myself some much-needed relief even though he’d explicitly told me to wait till he arrived the following week.

Naturally that was a bit too much of an agonizing wait for me, so I decided to take matters into my own hands…

I thought I was safe because Damian was currently on the road with WWE.

But one minute I was getting comfortable in our bed, in one of Damian’s T-shirts, giggling to myself after sending him a soundless video of myself with my legs spread wide atop the bed sheets and my fingers toying between my legs.

My sensitive clit was snug between my middle and ring finger, ready to make me burst.

Giggling because upon noticing the blue check mark that signaled to me that he had seen my little video message, I knew I was in deep shit.

Another thing I had definitely forgotten, was the manually and app-operated vibrator that rested snug inside my pussy.

Of course, I hadn’t forgotten that it was there necessarily, considering that every time I so much as breathed, the curved tip of the toy brushed right up against my sweet spot, making me moan softly every so often.

I could hear how wet I was, and the crude only served in making me that much more aroused.

My skin was hot to the touch, feeling tingly, as if every nerve ending before Damian even appeared.

My amusement was short lived as not 5 seconds later, the toy thrummed to life inside of me, causing my body to momentarily lock up as my mouth now hung open, the sudden pleasure trapping any tangible sound except a choked-off whimper and needy pants.

As a moan was finally ripped from my lips, a familiar deep chuckle flooded the bedroom.

“Why do you do this to yourself every time, nena?” Damian asked, his tone amused, his phone in his hand, and his brows raised halfway up to his hairline.

His face was openly playful, like the cat who caught the canary unaware as he watched me writhe and moan and pant, already feeling dangerously close to the edge.

“I don’t-… I cant- fuck!” I tried to come up with a smartassed reply now, but nothing came to mind as the pleasure ricocheted, the toy relentlessly buzzed against my sweet spot, making beads of sweet collect along my brow and on my neck, damn near every part of my body thrumming along with the vibrations of the toy.

My eyes stayed open for all 2 seconds, long enough to watch him slowly saunter into our bedroom, his brown eyes almost black as he came closer, hungrily licking his lips like a panther ready to pounce.

They closed again as Damian’s expert fingers danced teasingly along the insides of my thighs.

I whined desperately as his touch suddenly disappeared and my heartbeat picked up its pace as he moved from the edge of our bed to our closet, pulling out some of the secret compartments where we kept more toys.

Watching him grab a flogger and begin to twirl it slowly in his hands made me forget about wanting to cum momentarily.

My gaze focused on him, salivating at the way the flogger moved smoothly in his hand and the way his muscled arms flexed with each motion.

But I snapped out of it once he came back to the edge of the bed again.

“What’s your color?” Damian asked simply, trying to gauge if I was still up for what he had in store.

“Green.” I nodded and noticeably gulped at the sight of the anticipatory quirk of his lips.

He had chosen the one with the thickest tails and so I knew that it wasn’t going to hurt terribly, and yet my heart still skipped a nervous beat for what else he had in mind.

Damian ordered me to keep my legs spread, the toy still buzzing inside of me, and I jumped the first time the strands of the flogger landed along the insides of my thigh, dangerously close to my sensitive pussy.

“What’s the one thing I asked you to not to do while I was gone?” Damian asked, his tone now suddenly severe as I cried out only in slight pain as the tails of the flogger came into slight contact with my labia as he began to swing it closer and closer to my pussy.

My back arched as the flogger suddenly hit the toy, shifting it inside of me and nudging that much more against my sweet spot.

I nearly forgot that Damian had asked a question before I made myself remember.

“Uh… yo- you told me not to cum until you got back from being on tour- ungh, I’m sorry!!” I whimpered; my voice shaky as I bit my lip to the point of pain as the tails of the flogger momentarily zapped my clit.

Damian shook his head as he suddenly stopped his strikes with the flogger and flipped over in his hand, now using the handle of the flogger to tease my clit.

I cursed, groaning and whimpering from somewhere deep in my gut at the combined feeling of the toy zinging against my sweet spot and the firm handle of the flogger working the sensitive bud between my legs.

“You said that last time, princesa… I don’t know if I believe you.” Damian tsked, his voice still firm but his eyes gave away the fun he was having.

We both knew this was what I wanted.

What we both craved sometimes.

I craved to be tamed and put in my place and he craved to fulfill that for me...

“No, I- I am! I promise!” I keened, obediently keeping my hands on the sheets even as Damian settled himself between my legs, tossing the flogger to the side and replacing it with his mouth as his hands rubbed the spots on my thighs that were warmer due to the impact of the flogger.

His tongue swirled and swirled, and my stomach tightened and tightened.

My breath quickened as I once again came dangerously close to cumming, but I let out a groan of disappointment as Damian stopped.

“Nooo. Don’t stop, please!” I begged.

Damian smirked at the desperation in my voice, surely using his powers to dive into my mind and hearing me cuss him out.

And he reached for his phone that he had set on the bedside table, but at this point, I didn’t know if I was grateful or pissed off that the buzzing against my sweet spot abruptly stopped.

I wanted to obey but I was desperate to cum.

“What number am I thinking of? 1-10.”

Oh no...

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach as soon as the question left Damian’s lips, now knowing what he planned on doing.

The toy’s settings went up to 11.

If I guessed wrong, the toy would be set on the next highest setting.

“A-are you sure you have time for that?” I replied, my jaw trembled, and my teeth chattered as the need for release increasingly became too much.

“I could get to the next town in about two seconds if I wanted to. But you know that, don’t you, baby?” Damian purred, knowing I just wanted to move things along.

“In the meantime, why don’t I-… we,” he amended, chuckling to himself. “-have some fun… pick a number, princesita.” He said in a condescending tone.

His tongue rested on one of his gleaming fangs that sprung out before I could blink, that look of hungry desire never leaving his dark eyes.

I was quickly finding out that his motto wasn’t just ‘If they wanted to, they would’…

It was also ‘fuck around and find out’…

Next Chapter

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CURIOUS CAT — the connection

SYNOPSIS! Curious Cat is an app that peaked three years ago where people use it to flirt with their crush anonymously and then suddenly forgot about it.

or wherein, Y/N was devastated when her crush, Lee Heeseung indirectly rejecting her in high school. Three years later, both of them have this unknown beef between them that even their friends don't know the real reason behind. One day, Y/N suddenly remembered and opened her C.C. account, and saw that someone by the name 'Ethan' confessed to her three years ago.

With an envelope of personal paper works safely tucked in between his body and arms, heeseung made his way inside the library. The place witnesses different days into his life, and realizes he has grown fond with that said place especially, it was a non speaking witness to the moments he shared with you that he enjoyed through this day.

Heeseung was met with a familiar scent of books — new or old, a sign of comfort. He turned his head around, scanning the whole place to find you.

Instead of your usual spot near the entrance, heeseung found you on the other side of the room near the wide windows overseeing the greeneries of the university. There's a book in front of you, together with your laptop and several binders as your right hand plays with a pen. You were working so hard, focus on wherever your attention binds, whilst the soft beam of sun shines through the windows and to your skin that makes it glow. Just like an ethereal. How can someone be so beautiful doing something that is so normal? Heeseung thought.

He was in trances that he didn't even realize how you turned your head in his direction to finally grace him with attention. This time it was you who found him. Heeseung observed the next events, it didn't became unnoticed how the world turn into slow-mo when your nonchalant mask changed into a smile, eyes writing pleasure as you focused it onto him.

You smiled, softly whisking your hand to signal for him to come. And just like a moth attracted to a fire, he did so without his eyes wavering away from the beauty you hold.

"We just need to check the outcome before passing it right?" You greeted, not bothering to say an actual greeting deeming that after everything happened — you and heeseung are close enough to do that. You unconciously hummed eyes now focus on the laptop you had in front of you.

Heeseung softly agrees, gently picking up the chair as to not disturb you or the other students trying to study in peace. He then put his bag and the files on top of the table before taking his seat.

"I double checked the files before sending it to your email, you can add things on some parts if you want" He whispered, taking the concept that students should not create any noise as an advantage to lean closer causing his cologne to drown you — in a good way.

Your eyes flickered to him but to his dismay it didn't last long. There's a bitterness arose in his heart, why can't you look at him like what you did earlier? But heeseung misread it.

He didn't know how he affect you in every way possible. The memories that occur in the little grocery store two days ago still fresh on your mind. Replaying every chances it gets — more often now that heeseung, the sole reason why your heart react in an unfamiliar way is just right in front of you.

"Okay, I'll work on it later then..."

"I actually can't stay that long, y/n" He mumbled, trying to squeeze a reaction from you.

"Oh, do you have other things to do?" He again nodded silently observing every move. "That's fine, I still need to stay though. Have an exam coming up."

He smiled before grabbing his bag, sliding it in front of him. "Here," Heeseung said finally getting your attention as put the snacks and your favorite strawberry juice in front of you. "Make sure to take breaks in between."

You squint your eyes at him, "You're suspiciously sweet today. Something's not right..."

Heeseung put his bag to his shoulder before standing up, but clumsy lee heeseung forgot to zip his bag causing some of his things to fall all over the place.

Shit, he mumbled.

The man immediately bend down to pick up his things, his heart almost jumped when he sees you doing the same.

You leaned back to your chair, heeseung following suit as he stood up. He unconsciously swallows as his eyes darts back to you, who silently handing the fallen object back to him. Relief washes over his orbs when it's just a small notebook in your hands. Heeseung smiled, taking the notebook before softly patting your head, "What do you mean? I'm always sweet, maybe you just didn't realize it." He shrugged before stepping away but decided to stop and turn around again, "Oh, and make sure to chat riki. He's been sulking these past few days because he didn't get your number last time and said that he wanted to hang out with his mom again"

"What? But, that was only one time."

"Riki would be hurt if he heard that. Basically, for him... I'm his dad, you're his mom, and he's our adopted child," He said in 'as a matter of fact' tone. "See you later, sweetheart. I'll go to work, now!"

The man can see your cheeks burning and how you decided to fight it by jokingly hitting him which he just laughed at. He waved goodbye before finally walking away outside the library.

Heeseung uncontrollably smiled all the way outside the building, descending through the stairs and onto the street. He just can't help it whenever your face flashes through his mind, you were basically his happy pill everyday. That's a known fact, at least to him.

"You seemed happy these days aren't you, lee?" Heeseung stopped in his tracks, soft gaze shifting into scowl before lifting his head to look at the person.

"...that's none of your business, jeongin"

The man smiled, albeit full of vile. "Is it because of y/n?" He asked pretending not to hear the warning in heeseung's voice. "Well, to be honest, I can easily figure it out."

"Don't even think about going near her agai—"

"Do you really think I forgot what you did to me last time?"

Heeseung scoff, sending sharp beams on its way. "It was just a punch. Why are you throwing a tantrums for something so trivial?"

The blonde haired man walked towards heeseung equating his position.

Jeongin pat his shoulder, "I'm not the only one who has secrets keeping from her. Remember that, cousin."

He was about to walk away but Heeseung thought otherwise. "Just like what I said..." He started, voice louder than before causing jeongin to stop. "That's none of your business, Jeongin." Heeseung turned around walking closer to the other man who turned around to face him. "I don't know why you still concern yourself with y/n. What happened between you two was created because of your lies that also ended years ago. So, just... fucking drop it."

Heeseung keep his sharp stares on jeongin before finally, turning around. The other man, jeongin didn't retort back. His eyes keeping on heeseung's back that was slowly fading into the distance.

Chapter 50 — the connection

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GENRE! smau + written, on crack, slow burn, mutual pinning or past pinning, university au, kinda enemies to lovers troupe, heeseung is a simp, reader is kind of dumb, friends bullying friends

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clumsyexpression · 1 year

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ₓ˚. ୭ ˚ dont sweat the petty stuff and dont pet the sweaty stuff ˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

⋆some annoying things that i've experienced but of course i use one piece men to interpret c:⋆

Mihawk

Mihawk, driving, and Y/N being a passenger princess or sumn: “Y/N, if you don’t get your funky, foul feet off of my dashboard..” “Oh look, you did an allegory, I learned that from one of your poems ♡” “….its alliteration”

Rosinante

“I mean this in the nicest way possible when I say I will smash your phone into smithereens the next time I can hear your phone through my calm sphere – particularly when your are on the OTHER SIDE OF THE HOUSE WITH IT ON FULL BLAST, SPEAKER BARELY HANGING ON THE LAST COIL OF LIFE AT 3 IN THE MORNING, WATCHING THE MOST OBNOXIOUS TIKTOK TO EVER BE CREATED ON THAT GOD FORSAKEN APP.” “….sorry I didn’t realize it was so loud…” Y/N opens the phone only for a shrill ‘oh noo’ to ring out, causing Rosinante to yeet it on the ground as result, just like this ⇩⇩⇩⇩:

Oven

“Y/N, WHEN I WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE FOOD SPLATTER IN THE MICROWAVE, THAT DID NOT MEAN I VOLUNTEERED TO HEAT EVERYTHING IN MY MOUTH.” “…..” “AND YOU WILL STOP THROWING RAW FOOD ON ME. I AM NEITHER A SKILLET NOR A GRIDDLE.”

Benn

*rapid succession of knocking on the bathroom door* “The faster you knock DOES NOT mean I will poop any faster!!” “…..” *rapid succession of open palm slaps against the door*

Shanks

“Calling me a stinky ass hoe and following it with ‘no offense’ is still pretty offensive, Y/N. I definitely took a shower this morning and even used a new 50-in-1 shampoo, sooo..”

Law

*Y/N takes a giant chomp out of kitkat bar* “I know you didn’t just eat that Kitkat bar like that.” “Give me a break, Law.” “Get out.”

Kid

Y/N patiently waits in the right-turn lane for the red light to turn green without a signal on through 2 traffic cycles and for at least 10 minutes until there is an opening to go. “Wait, you really did that?” “Did what?” “You Really Sat In This Lane, Only To Turn???” “Well, yeah, it’s the safest way to turn, especially at this intersection! ♡” “YOU REALLY SAT HERE FOR 3 HOURS WHEN WE COULD HAVE GONE FROM JUMP STREET????!” “I-its better safe than sorry, there’s still oncoming traffic when you make the turn-“ “JUST TURN.” “Only when the light is green for go and not red for stop!” Y/N’s driving privileges consequently has been revoked when driving with others

the intersection may or may not have looked like this btw: ↑ ↿↱ ↱

#i am guilty of only one of these and i will not elaborate any further lmao #one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #lmao i love how i always use Kid for all of my road rage/driving scenarios lmao - i just know he would be so fed up pfffft #dracule mihawk #red haired shanks #red haired pirates #benn beckman #charlotte oven #donquixote rosinante #rosinante corazon #donquixote corazon #trafalgar law #eustass kid #pink thread of fate

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here-but-forgotten · 1 year

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my collection of rambles : C.o.D. (I)

some of these I’ve sent to other tumblr blogs askboxes, such as @lucyisdoingfine and @southernbluebellereader under my main account ( @vangoghcoffeeco ) or as a ☕️ anon. so you might have seen those before, but they’re all me :)

notes, warnings and such:

some poly [gaz-price, 141, alej-rudy] - explicit - some fluff - fem reader - a lot of alejandro i love him - domestic thoughts

this is just my notes app series but for COD

characters: alejandro, rodolfo, john price, gaz, ghost, soap.

Alejandro coming home, pulling you into the bedroom with him and just basking in each other’s presence quietly. Alej silently pulling off your clothes until you’re comfortable as he does the same. Laying down together in bed, bodies pressed together and faces only inches apart. His deep breaths silently signaling the stress of the day that was slowly lightening. His hands gently cradling your face with soft thumb strokes as he lazily kisses you to his content.

He ^ will 100% try to weasel out of minor begrudges with sweet talking and Spanish pet names.

Alejandro sitting with you after dinner, watching tv while his hand runs up your legs, his hands trailing up your skirt while his touch is sure but gentle.

✨ alejandro growls when he cums ✨

On that note, he ^ is rather vocal and doesn’t typically try to stifle it. Will be purposefully louder if gagged. Anywhere from low groans and moans, whimpers, to full on growling. Noisy mf.

Alejandro, Price, and Gaz have the capability to be a mean dom every once in a while. Manhandling, mocking, spitting.

Rudy grappling with unresolved emotions towards Alej while being with you; wanting the two of you while worrying over the complexity it would add. Discussing it with you to be on the same page, the addition of Alejandro being welcome if he wanted that. Gaining a blind moment of stupidity or confidence to Fuck you in Alejandro’s office, taking photos and frustratingly short clips of your body on the desk. Rudy leaving a cryptic note in a bad post orgasm mind fog on the desk. Alejandro acting on it and getting a wonderful shot of you sprawled out on his desk with his best friend fucking you on it.

Painal 👏🏻 rudy. He knows how to do it safely and loves if it’s both you and Alejandro doing it to him. Especially if it’s just around the house when all three of you are actually home, Alej grabbing his throat lightly to tease his hole just to leave him to do something else & you teasing his cock. Sometimes it’s your strap, sometimes it’s alejandro; Rudy’s favorite though is when he’s on his back, hips off of the side of the bed as Alej forces himself inside, with you resting pretty on his cock- just using him as a stress reliever and ignoring him as long as you two feel like it. Alejandro is really more likely to do it when he’s ungodly stressed out and knows Rodolfo’s body can handle more roughness than you. If you do it, it’s so much more overwhelming- what dildo did you pick, how long are you doing to fuck him without mercy. Rudy used to do it with dildos to himself before the three of you did together. Alejandro caught him once after he heard him groaning and it awoke something in him. Rudy didn’t realize for a moment that this happened and that only made it worse for Alej.

I wanna eat an ice cream cone in front of Ghost :)

Being with Gaz while both of you are Price’s playthings 😌 Gaz fucking you outside of Price’s office as he tries to work, the two of you being just loud enough to be bothersome while price is forced to ignore the bulge in his pants.

Gaz absent minded and lost in his thoughts while just. nibbling on your shoulder.

(a broad horny thought that could apply to anyone) him coming home and finding out you bought one of those strong wand vibrators. Holding you down and torturing you with it till you half black out

being free use for the 141 🥴 anyone fucking you whenever they want. Being a little stress relief toy while providing some domesticity. Getting bred into nothing just for another one of them to pull you aside.

A bit more on that: Price anal and throat training you so you can take anyone anywhere; slowing allowing the others to use you as they please while you still feel great from it. Starting with dildos and buttplugs till you can handle him. Inviting Ghost to watch and stroke himself. Allowing Ghost to gradually join in with you and Price till they’re both stuffing your holes. Price encouraging Ghost to go hard so you’ll get used to it. Soap and Gaz being introduced until you’re just a good little stress you for them. Of course there’s rules; there’s safe words and hard no’s. Whoever used you has to clean you up and take care of you. You have every right to stop it if you’d like.

thank you for reading! if you want to use any of these as a prompt for a story or such, feel free, just tag me!! i wanna see it! make sure to get some sun and drink some water today.

#call of duty #COD #alejandro vargas #rodolfo rudy parra #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #Simon ghost Riley #johnny soap mactavish #alejandro x reader x rodolfo #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #price x reader x gaz #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #call of duty modern warfare II #work: my collection of rambles - COD

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phoenixs-fandoms-and-writings · 3 months

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You’re Safe Now

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: James Potter and GN!reader (could be seen as the beginning of something but not necessarily, it’s open to however you want to interpret it).

Plot: You go on a date with a guy who gets a little too handsy. Thankfully, your bodyguard is there to help you.

Reader’s pronouns are not used. Also, this could happen at any point, doesn’t have to be during the Marauders Era.

Notes: this was inspired by one of the bonus prompts from @flufftober 2023: give your character a new occupation.

This account is anti-JKR and her beliefs.

I do not give permission to anyone to repost or translate any of my stories. I also do not give anyone permission to feed my stories through AI or to be posted to any third party website or app. If anyone sees any of my work posted anywhere but here or my AO3 (simplyreflected), then it has been posted without permission.

Read on AO3 here.

You were on a date with a guy who you sort of liked, but sometimes gave you weird vibes. The two of you went to a pub that the two of you agreed on.

As you sat down at your table, you glanced around and caught the eye of your handsome bodyguard; James. You were so thankful your parents decided after what happened earlier this year, that it would be better if you had a bodyguard. You were so happy when you met him; he was so soft with you most of the time, but with others, he was nothing but soft.

He was at the bar nursing his drink as he looked at all the patrons to make sure nothing was going to happen.

You felt safer with him nearby, no matter the circumstance. Your date was going well, when your date; Luke got up and slid into the chair next to you. You felt a little uneasy, though he hadn’t done anything yet, so James stayed put but kept a close eye on the two of you.

Sadly, that didn’t last long as Luke started getting a little handsy and making you really uncomfortable. You kept telling him to stop but he wouldn’t, so you moved to try to get him off you.

You didn’t get a chance to signal James, but that didn’t matter because you heard his voice before you looked up to see him behind Luke. He moved around to stand in front of you, so you could stay behind him. You were extremely thankful for James more in that moment than in any other that night.

You weren’t focused on anything but him, though you did not focus on what he was saying, just on him and the feeling of safety he gave you.

You had ended up zoning out, thinking about how safe you felt with him, so you were surprised when he whispered, “you’re safe now.”

You smiled at the sound of his voice before you hugged him. “Do you want to leave or stay and eat?”

“I’d like to stay,” was your quick response. “Will you join me, please? I’d rather have dinner with you.”

“Of course, love,” he told you as he cupped your cheek. You leaned into it, and he pulled you to him, hugging you. “I won’t let you get hurt.” He pulled back, giving your forehead a kiss, before sitting in the chair Luke had just vacated and took your hand. “What would you like to eat?”

#harry potter fanfiction #marauders era #marauders era fanfiction #james potter fanfiction #james potter x reader #james potter #flufftober #fluff #flufftober 2023 #harry potter

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jminshairtie · 2 months

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Can we be something more ?

Min Yoongi x Reader

Yoongi is VERY soft.

Reader is half Korean and half Western(White, Black, Hispanic, Japanese, Native American)

Reader knows who Bts is but doesn’t really care for them

I wrote this in my notes app so pls😭😞

I was sitting alone in the coffee shop until I saw a group of men, they looked kind of young…maybe in their mid 20s. I looked back down because Seoul isn’t the SAFEST place for a woman like me to be in at 12 am. My stomach started to bubble as I felt a strong wave of…depression? Tiredness? Fatigue..? I felt sick. I looked back up at the window and saw the seven men now standing closer to the door. There was one in particular who caught my eye. He had on a hoodie, a grey bucket hat and black sweats.

His face was bare and glossy, which made me think that he had just washed up before coming outside with his friends. The bell rang signaling that the door was being opened. My eyes shot to the door as me and the same man held eye contact. “Yah! I’ll see you later, take jungkook home. ”(응! 나중에 보자, 정국을 집에 데려가." He said in Korean. His Daegu dialect coming out strong. The man looks really familiar. Like I’ve seen him before. Maybe I was just seeing things. “Hi, um ma’am…” I looked up and saw him standing above me fairly close. “Oh I’m so sorry. Do you want to sit here?” I questioned softly. “Nah nah it’s fine, I just wanted to ask if you were alright…I didn’t want you thinkin’ I was a creep considering you’re all alone..” His face is so smooth..and his eyes are so soft. He looks SO damn familiar. “Um ma’am..?” He waved his hand slightly across my face. “Oh I’m sorry…uh yea no I totally didn’t think of it. I was about to leave either way..”

“No no…you should stay. I’m pretty sure you arrived here early and it’s dark. In order to keep a beautiful woman like you safe please, stay until I leave..” okay now I would NEVER stay if a man, RANDOM one at that asked me to stay until he left but…fuck it. “Sure” I said in English. He smiled at me with his gummy smile. “What do you want to drink?” He questioned. He kind of sounded like Min Yoongi from BTS. Holy shit….GIRL- It is yoongi… “Anything iced..” He giggled… ”Okay cutie.”

20 mins later

It’s been around 20 minutes since he’s been here and we’ve made good talk. “So um…do you have a husband or, boyfriend of chance…?” I have a failed talking stage that I’m still friends with… I thought to myself. “Well, I have a failed talking stage but…I don’t really talk to him anymore so…I came here to empty my head you know?…” he took my hand in his and softly held it in his. “It’s okay pretty…don’t worry about it anymore…” I smiled and nodded. “What about you yoongi…is anyone catching your eye lately..?” His eyes went wide as he turned around then looked back at me. “Please..how did you know..?” “That gummy smile of yours.” He smiled softly and embraced my touch. He started shifting in his pockets before pulling his phone out, and sliding it across the table.

“I trust you pretty girl….”

#min yoongi #jimin x female reader #bts ot7 #bangtan #bangta boys #jungkook #yoongi #suchwita #taehyung #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #namjoon #jhope #bts jhope

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thecynthh · 4 months

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smart ass - M.S pt 2

synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to him him

notes - college setting, matt gets more attention ! not proofread!

authors notes - sooo i hope yalls like this, its shorter than i would like it to be but nonetheless its out! hope you guys like this one and i promise ill be updating again soon. also taglist soon! ill be asking who wants to be on it very soon and making an official intro and masterlist soon. thank you to everyone who enjoyed the first part of smart ass!

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6:14 pm

friday night rolled around faster than i thought it would, i strip off my diner uniform laying down in my bed in just my undergarments. i lay out a large sigh letting myself melt into my bed.

my phone buzzed beside me with a notification posted on my lock screen.

Matt S 🐼

8120 palace road 7 pm, see u soon :) 6:18 pm

i drop my phone back down, ill just close my eyes for a second, cus that shift really took it out of me. my eyes fell and a light sleep rushed over me.

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10:17

buzz. buzz. buzz.

i swiftly sit up and hear the repetitive ring of my cell phone. i see many notifications from my multiple social media apps and from matt. oh shit. MATT! I completely forgot about him!

Matt S 🐼

hey are u still coming over? 7:32pm

i know we agreed on 7 but if you need time just tell me 7:55

just get over here when u’re able too, please get here safe 8:57pm

oh shit oh shit oh shit. i quickly slip on some sweats and a baggy crew neck and grabs my school bag, im glad i thought about packing it before work today. i swipe up my laptop from my small desk and dash out the door. my car unlocks as i drop everything that was in my arms onto the seat next to me and step on the pedal getting there as fast as i possibly could.

i see the outside of the larger house neighborhood and finally get to the house I was told to come too, pulling into the driveway. I see a silhouette of a man in one of the windows.

i grab all of my belongings scrambling to the door, clicking the doorbell. I hear a melodic tune ring throughout the house. footsteps grace the front door as the door swings open. matt's eyes widen as they scan my body.

He pushes the storm door open and says “oh you came.”

“im SO sorry matt, i came home after my shift and i ended up falling asleep on my bed because there was this mishap at the diner and i got blamed for it and i swear to god my boss is such an idiot and im so fed up with his bullshit.” i take a deep breath in “and then i know we agreed again i fell asleep like a goddamn idiot.”

he just stared at me like i was the idiot, “im sorry is what i meant to say.” i continued

he chuckles a little before stepping back slightly giving me space to enter, “hey its alright just come on in. follow me.” he says using his hand signaling to come along.

we make it to a fairly large bedroom, i see a gaming setup squished onto a desk that was clearly not meant for housing gaming paraphernalia. “you can throw whatever we need onto the bed, we can just study there. and get comfortable. I know it's late but i'm still okay to stay up and we can even order coffee and some food as well if we get hungry. there’s not much in the fridge but chris’ soda if i’m being honest.”

“i’m alright for right now so let’s just get started on studying” i say to him.

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1:29

“did you get that?” i ask matt after reviewing what we just went through.

“yuuuup” he says with a smile, i noticed that his eyes squint when he smiles or laughs, its cute. i don't really think he got half of what i was saying but i think i got my point across.

“ i think it’s a good time to take a break, and plus we’ve been at this for 2 hours already.” i lay my head down against his plethora of pillows and just take a deep breath in. he copies me and comes falling down onto his bed.

i feel his weight shift as he reaches over for a remote to turn on the tv in front of us booting up netflix. moving down to his recently watched “brooklyn 99” begins to play as i hear the familiar voice of andy samberg talking. the theme song plays as i look over the boy beside me.

“you like brooklyn 99?” i ask him with a furrowed brow pasted across my face.

“god i love this show, every single episode.” he tells me looking back at me, his eyes stray from my eyes to my lips to my body. i didnt mind it to be honest, i kinda liked it if anything.

I directed my sight back to the show. We sat in a comfortable silence but i couldn’t stay focused for long as my eyes wandered over to his sweats, then his hand near them. being fair he actually was pretty fine, i heard rumors before that he slept around a bit a year ago but it was old news quickly.

as we near our third episode my eyes feel heavy and all my cares slipped away again as i drift off to sleep in his bed.

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2:49

ugh, i wake up feeling incredibly hot. i rip off my sweater and dip underneath the covers, wow my sheets feel really nice, very fluffy….

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