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goldsbitch · 14 days

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can I request a Lando x reader where the reader’s weakness is when people stroke her hair? Her mind goes completely blank and she falls silent immediately when people stroke her hair and Lando uses it at his advantage.

Fluffy pls and ty🫶🏻

omg, i love this prompt so much - thank you and hope you like it!!

This is one is dripping with sweetness a little too much, don't say I did not warn you. No other warning.

Lando was born a tease, oscillating between clueless and shy, to unapologetic and bordeline dickish. It all depended on the setting, his relationship to the person and how much sleep he got the night before. Sometimes your boyfriend was the sweetest little thing, giggling shyly about everything instead of coming up with an actual response, and the other times he was a walking menace actively seeking every opportunity how to get you into a flustered state.

You and Lando were full on deep in the beginning of your relationship, the sweetest part of the honeymoon phase. To put it bluntly - fucking almost non stop. And the desire was never-ending. Blinding sunshine kissed good morning to every day you two got to wake up next to each other. Problems seem to be non existent. Bliss.

It was the way his hair curled when he got a little bit sweaty, his toned body what you were desperate to explore from every angle and the need to know every little secret trick that worked on him. It became some sort of a game, who would get better at knowing the other. Which one of you found all the buttons to push.

Lando rose up that morning and chose violence. Metaphorical one, of course. Snuggling up to you in order to wake you up as well for some morning work out, as he like to call it. Whispering sweet nothings to your ear and touching you all over your body. But you were just incredibly sore from the past few days, physically unable to keep up.

"Why don't you love me anymore," he pleaded jokingly as you murmured another weak appeal for your sleep.

"Lando, you know I love you more than anything," you replied, still half asleep. But it was hard to distinguish as reality resembled a sweet dream everyday lately.

"I remember when you used to want me, physically," he kept going.

"We literally had sex few hours ago, stop whining," you kissed him between your words. He looked at you with his incredible eyes, little devil dancing in each one of them.

"Exactly, too long ago. Wish I could go back in time when you were not sore and get inside you all over again."

You simply laughed, absolutely smitten with this lovey dovey side of him. His words made you melt like butter sitting under direct sun. You brushed your noses together and then he kissed you.

The best part of romantic relationships is the one that you cannot absolutely share with other people, the almost embarrassing pleas, desire and gross goofiness, simping at each other all the time.

"Fine, if you play by these rules, I'll come back with my own revenge," he said finally as you inevitably had to start getting ready to go to the paddock with him.

Today was the big day. You'd been spotted in public countless of times, the "girlfriend" title officially sitting on your head for weeks now. But this was the first time you were to join him in the paddock as a wag. You were trying to hide your nervousness, but he saw right through you. Before you exited the apartment, he made you stop and took your face in his hands. "I'm happy I get to do this with you. I love parading you around, for everyone to see that we're a team." You smiled, his words hitting like first snowflakes of the year. "Poor Oscar, I can't wait to finally trauma dump the shared misery you bring to our lives," you jokes and locked lips with him once again. "God, it's terrifying how much I like you," you said automatically, without having to think about it.

It actually wasn't as bad as you'd expected. It was definitely weird and strange, but not necessarily bad. Having Lando by your side as you passed the gates definitely helped. The photographers were lined up as people at a shooting range would and it did feel like that at first. But as quickly as you were initially overwhelmed, fatigue took over you and you blocked their ever-presence out. Trying to chat up those Lando introduce you to and memorizing the names. You knew how much some of these people meant to Lando, so you were trying to be at your best behavior. The thought that his friends would hate you in the same way as some of his fans haunted you.

In the middle of all the rush, you parted for a moment. To be honest, little peace of quiet and chill was something you appreciated. But remember, Lando woke up and chose violence this morning. And his plan was quite simple, yet bulletproof.

"Y/N! There you are, my love," you heard from coming from behind you. "I have someone to introduce to you! I'm very much sure you'll appreciate meeting him." As you turned, you saw Daniel Ricciardo walking your way with your Lando. You were a little perplexed as to why Lando was so cheerful about that. You clearly remembered him getting very upset when you admitted to him that at some point in the past, when formula 1 was a world far away from you, that you had a minor crush on Daniel. Which obviously went out of the window once you met Lando. That did not mean that Lando was 100% ok with it.

"Y/N, as I'm sure you know, this is Daniel, hell of a driver and good friend of mine," Lando continued and you knew him well enough to know he had ulterior motives. Not sure what to do, you smiles shyly and shook Daniel's hand.

"Hi, Daniel," you said, eyes flinching between him and Lando. You were full on preparing for anything. Lando's smirk almost had a life of his own at that point.

"Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I've heard quite a lot things about you!" Daniel opened, life of the party as per usual.

You chuckled. "All good things, I hope!" And with that, Lando stepped behind you and put his arm around you.

"Only the best," he said, leaned closed and inconspicuously started to stroke you hair gently. Oh, he did not just go this low.

It was slow, yet like tidal wave. You stopped breathing for a moment. Your body relaxing, as if you'd just taken the world's best sedatives. The way his hands made you feel was etherial. It was the same sensation the luckier ones experienced when listening to ASMR and the less fortunate ones sometimes called an orgasm. Shivers slowly traveling around your whole body, every part becoming sensitive out of nowhere. You weren't able to look at Daniel, let alone continue speaking. Lando was more than aware of what touching your hair did to you. He'd discovered this trick quite early on. And it was his favorite one.

"So, where are you from?" Daniel attempted at small talk. But how could you possibly give a fuck at that moment. Not that your body would even allowed you to respond. The only thing you were able to take in from the outside world were the soft slow movements Lando's fingers were doing, blocking everything out instanteniously.

Daniel stared at you, waiting. From his perspective, this was a very awkward meeting.

Lando answered for you, with a smirk you did not see, but could feel from the tone of his voice. "You have to excuse her, she is bit shy in front of new people."

You could not give less of a fuck at that moment of what these two were saying. Your lips were starting to shiver from getting so sensitive. You took a short breath and someone who would be standing close and knew you well would know, that what escaped your mouth was not a nervous laugh, but something very close to a moan.

Lando and Daniel were saying words, but none of that was important, while Lando's fingers were working his magic. He would only leave your hair alone once he saw Daniel leaving.

You wanted to be mad at him. But you were still sort of high from all the sensation bomb Lando dropped on you. You slowly turned around to face him, coming down from your own personal nirvana.

You took a deep breath while he watched you without a blink and biting hims smile away.

"You promised," you let out air that got stuck in your lungs somewhere along the way. "You promised you would not do this in public." Your brain was slowly wiring up to normal again.

"I told you I'd punish you for the morning," he said as if it was the most amusing thing ever. "Also, if Daniel is my competition, I'm going to use all the advantage I have."

Lando had a way of looking at you that made you unravel instantaneously and there was no way of stopping it. There was just something about his smile that did it for you. As anyone who is properly in love, you could not imagine somebody being able tor resist that. In your love soaked mind, he was irresistible. To a normal mind, he was probably just a regular guy, but that idea was unfathomable to you.

"I'm pretty sure that after what I just pulled, you will not have to worry about Daniel liking me," you chuckled, having to accept that Lando won this one.

"I would never let my guard down...But yeah, I think this one is pretty safe," he chuckled once more. You kissed his overly proud face and promised to yourself to get back at him later, in the privacy of his bedroom.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months

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I'm clearing out my draft folder again.

Steve and Robin were running through Starcourt, high as fuck when Steve skidded to a stop in front of Eddie Munson.

"You look like Eddie Munson," Steve giggled.

"Steve!" Robin said with wide eyes. "I think that is - "

"Man, what happened to your face?" Eddie asked.

"Funny story, can you keep a secret from Eddie?" Steve said seriously.

"Sure," Eddie grinned.

"No, Steve, that's - ,"

"ANYWAY," Steve rolled his eyes at Robin. "I had this crush on him in freshman year. Do you think I should tell him?"

"Uh - are you guys on drugs?" Eddie asked.

"YES! But we didn't want to," Robin said. "They wanted information."

"Aw, fuck, there's this guy that works with Rick. Real sketchy. I told him he needs to let him go before he gets Rick into trouble, but does Rick listen to me? Nah!" Eddie exclaimed. "Look, whatever the hell he gave you should wear off. Not all drug dealers are like that. What we pitch to you is what you get. What you want is what you get. Okay, let's get you guys to the bathroom and try to get it out of your system. Come on."

"I'm going to tell Eddie," Steve said with a grin. "Shh! Wait here. I'll tell you how it goes."

Steve ran off with Robin on his tail. Eddie cursed and chased after them. They got distracted by the lights hanging overhead and started spinning around, gazing at them in awe.

"You guys do not want to do that," Eddie said, and they started heaving before they ran off in the direction of the bathrooms. "And that's why."

He ran off after them and into the bathroom room, where they vomited into the toilets. Eddie knelt down next to him and stroked Steve’s hair as he emptied the contents of his stomach. Once Steve was done, he leaned his head into Eddie's touch and closed his eyes, letting Eddie stroke his hair. He whined when Eddie moved away and saw him go to the sink. He came back with a wet, soapy paper towel and started cleaning Steve’s face.

"I guess I'm chopped liver," Robin said. "It's okay, I'll get it myself."

Steve laughed and made a face at the taste in his mouth. Eddie clapped a hand on his back.

"I'll be right back," Eddie said.

He rushed off to buy a couple of toothbrushes and toothpaste. He also picked up what he thought was lip balm. When he returned, he he heard them talking. They were clearly bonding, solidifying their working relationship into a friendship. Or maybe something more considering how Robin was talking about watching Steve. Shit, maybe Eddie should leave. They were talking about someone else now.

"But Tammy Thompson's a girl," Steve said.

"Yeah," Robin said.

"Oh."

Or maybe not. Oh God, Robin was coming out to Steve, and Eddie was overhearing it. Oh God, what should he do? He was frozen to the spot. Steve was going on about how Tammy Thompson was a total dud and how she sounded like a Muppet. Eddie snorted. Yeah, that was true.

"I can't believe you're making fun of my crush," Robin laughed. "What about yours?"

"Hey, at least Eddie can sing," Steve replied.

Fuck! Okay, so he had been telling the truth then.

"How do you know he can sing?" Robin asked.

"My car broke down near the Hideout one night, and I heard him singing. He was playing with his band, Corroded Coffin," Steve said. "They were really good. I was going to go talk to him, but I kind of thought that the drummer was his girlfriend, but that's crazy. I mean, guys and girls can just be friends, right?"

"I like to think so," Robin replied.

There was a long pause in their conversation, which gave Eddie plenty of opportunity to burst through the door.

"Okay, so I have a green toothbrush and a pink one," Eddie said. "Which one do you guys want?"

"Ooh, pink," Steve said and they stared at him. "What?"

"Nothing," Eddie said in amusement.

He watched as they brushed their teeth. Well, he mostly watched Steve.

"So, how much of our conversation did you hear?" Steve asked, setting his toothbrush on the sink.

"What? I didn't hear anything. Were you guys talking about something?" He asked.

"Seriously?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't hear anything that you guys didn't want me to hear," Eddie said.

"I don't think you're the kind of guy who would spill the beans on us," Robin said. "At least, I hope not so you don't have to deny anything."

"Ooh, lip gloss," Steve plucked it out of Eddie's hand. "May I?"

"Yeah, I thought it was lip balm," Eddie frowned. "So, have you always known that you liked guys?"

"Not just guys, girls too," Steve said as he started applying the lip gloss to his pouty lips. "I'm bisexual."

"Did you always know you were bisexual?" Eddie asked as he watched Steve’s lips intently.

"Well, yes and no," Steve said. "It was more like a slow build-up to my realization. Like more and more evidence started piling up that I could no longer deny."

"So, it wasn't like you looked at someone one day and realized 'shit, I'm into dudes, now?" Eddie asked as his eyes raked over the swell of his ass.

"It's always kind of been there. Why?" Steve asked as he closed the lip gloss.

"No reason," Eddie blushed, looking at his shoes.

"Oh my god!" Robin exclaimed. "You woke him up."

"What?" Steve asked.

"You woke him up!" Robin exclaimed, and Eddie quickly hid behind his hair.

"It's the outfit!" Eddie shrieked.

"So, what is it about the outfit that does it for you?" Steve asked.

"It's everything! The socks! The shorts that fill out your ass fantastically, by the way! And the shirt with the red bow tie in front," Eddie said. "It's just the whole fucking outfit."

"You should see me in the hat," Steve said in amusement.

Suddenly, Dustin and Erica burst into the bathroom before Steve could say anything else.

"There you are!" Dustin shrieked.

"Hey, could you give us a minute?" Steve asked Robin.

Robin quickly started ushering the kids out of the bathroom.

"But, Steve?!" Dustin asked.

"Out!" Robin yelled and shut the door behind them.

"I like you and as badly as I want to kiss you right now. . . I don't want it to be after I vomited in a bathroom. Plus, you still need to figure things out. If you still want me a few days from now. Call me. I have to deal with these kids I babysit. So go home and think things over," Steve said softly.

There was something that Steve wasn't telling him, but Eddie knew that he was also right. Besides, it was late. Steve placed his hands on Eddie's shoulders and pressed a kiss to his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth. It felt much like Steve was promising him something. Steve pulled away and started moving toward the door.

"Hey, Steve?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah?"

"I'm definitely going to call you," Eddie said.

Steve laughed and walked out of the bathroom, leaving them both with hope for the future.

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remusluvr · 9 months

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i've got soul but i'm not a soldier | remus lupin

summary: Remus can't stay away from you anymore. You can't either. content: fem reader, p in v, lovey-dovey ness, love confessions, mentions of eating (directed towards Remus, nothing bad though), unprotected sex, unedited note: based off this request

"Where are you going?"

He's laid out on your couch, face turned to the tv until you walk into the room. He looks comfortable and you wish you could change out of your dress into sweatpants and curl up with him. But you can't so you shake the thought off, finishing putting in your earrings.

"Out, Wyatt asked me on a date. We're going to that new restaurant downtown." He sits up on the couch, hands rubbing down the length of his thighs.

"Will you come back tonight?"

"Oh, uh, I'm not sure. You know I don't mind you staying here. Don't feel like you need to leave." He hums in response, eyeing you as you search for your purse and wallet. His arm is thrown around the back of the couch as he watches you in your pretty black dress and pretty shoes. The clacking against the floor warms his soul.

"I don't like Wyatt-"

You roll your eyes. You've already had this conversation - "It doesn't matter if you like Wyatt, Remus. I like him." and "Well, it should matter what your best friend thinks."

"-Why can't you just stay with me? Quality friend bonding. We can even watch that stupid movie you like."

"Hard offer to decline but I'm already running a little late so we'll have to put a pin in this conversation." Walking over to him, he leans his head back on the couch. You lean down and kiss his forehead, leaving a bit of your lipstick on the skin. Your thumb rubs it away. "I'll see you later."

And with that, you leave. It used to be easier to get you to cancel dates and stay with him the whole night. You used to jump at the opportunity but now it's like you're jumping away from him. Maybe you are, maybe you're tired of liking him as more than friends should like the other so you're putting a stop to it.

He's left all alone on your couch. Secretly, he hopes your date crashes and burns.

You laugh all the way through dinner and practically plan your second date right then and there. He's just the type of guy you like. Handsome, intelligent, tall, sweet.

And at the end of the night, Wyatt walks you to the door, kisses you on the cheek, and tells you he'll call. Remus sees this from his position on the balcony, cigarette held idly between his fingers. He also sees the way you deflate after he walks away. Was it not a good date? Did Wyatt treat you badly?

"Have fun?" he asks, walking back in through the screen door. You startle, clutching at your chest as you mess with the buckle on your shoes.

"I did. We had a good time."

Remus wants to scream. He wants to be the one taking you on a date so badly. Everything inside of him yells at him to grow a pair, to finally bite the bullet. But, he can't bring himself to risk your friendship. You mean too much to him.

His heart is weighed down. The last thing he wants is for you to get into a relationship. It'll ruin everything. He won't be able to stay over as much, won't be able to hold you when you're having a bad day, won't be able to do any of the things he loves doing with you.

Wyatt's good for you, he'll make you happy. It's what you keep telling yourself in your head. You hate that you can't get Remus out of your head.

Remus feels erratic like he's clutching at straws with you, trying to get you to like him back. And you feel crazy for even thinking of him as more than a friend. You feel like a bad friend.

"Do you need help with those?" he laughs, watching the way you're still struggling to get the clasp of your shoe undone. Laughing, you kick your foot out towards him and he joins you on the floor. His nimble fingers are a much better fit for the job than your shaky ones. His hands rub your foot before working on the other one.

How are you supposed to not love him?

You thank him with a kiss on the cheek. He swoons, making you giggle at him.

"You look very pretty," he whispers, helping you stand up. Your face grows hot at his compliment as you wave him off, trekking back to your bedroom to change into your pajamas and wash your face for the night. He follows you. "I mean it. Wyatt's a lucky guy."

You don't say anything as you get ready for bed. He loves this time of the night, loves how comfortable you feel with him. And he especially loves the way he can pretend you're his. The moment is so domestic that it makes him feel dizzy and when you crawl onto the bed beside him, he digs himself deeper into his hole.

"Did you eat?" you ask, getting comfortable under your blankets. He shakes his head and you scold him, "Remus. You need food. You're always such a grouch when you don't eat."

"I am not the grouch when I don't eat. You are," he bites back, fingers poking at your side. You take offense, sitting up to look at him better.

"Why must you be so mean to me?" you tease, fake-crying so he'll feel bad. It works as it always does, and he cradles you into his arms, hand stroking your hair.

He knows you're faking, anyone in their right mind would know you're faking but it gives him an excuse to touch you. And you like the way he gets so protective over you. Nothing could ever affect you in this moment. His heart twists and his mouth moves faster than he can think.

"I'm glad we know each other."

"You're such a sap," you giggle, pulling your face away from his chest.

"Only for you." His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as you settle yourself into his neck. Your breath tickles him but he doesn't mind. The moment is so delicate he's afraid any movement could shatter it. "I feel like I'm losing you."

"Why? Because I went on a date?"

"Kinda, Wyatt's going to take you from me. But, also just cause I feel like you have been acting differently toward me."

Remus is right. You have been acting sort of differently. You don't reach out to him much, he's usually the one that just shows up on your doorstep.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to." You do mean to. It's easier to get over your feelings for someone if you have less contact with them. Maybe it doesn't exactly work if when you are with that person you act like this. All cuddly and wanting for him.

Wyatt was supposed to be a new start. He was a boy that actually liked you and that wanted to be with you. He was kind and loved to hear you ramble. He was respectful and handsome. You should like Wyatt, but you can't get Remus out of your head. You never have been and you never will, you fear.

"(Y/N)?" he asks after you've grown quiet for longer than usual. You hum. He tries to calm the shake in his body. "Please don't see him again."

"What?" you ask, sitting up, still in his lap.

"Please don't go on another date with him." He knows he sounds pathetic, begging for you, but he can't help it.

"Remus, why?" His hair is messy and he looks adorable.

"I can't see you with him. You shouldn't be with him. He's not right for you and I think you know that." You do know that. He swallows his fear as he continues on, "It's not fair that I can't have you. You mean everything to me and I can't see you with him. It hurts too much."

You're silent and his brain is screaming at him. His face is on fire as you look at him. He's an idiot. Why did he say anything? His throat burns with the threat of incoming tears and he swallows hard, pushing them away.

"I won't see him again." The look on his face melts you. It's one of confusion mixed with relief. You lean forward to ease his confusion, pressing your lips to his. He takes you willingly, hands holding your face. You whine when he pulls away first, chasing after his lips as he catches his breath.

You have a stupid smile on your face. He mirrors your expression as his head tips back against your headboard.

"You look pretty," you whisper, kissing at the exposed skin of his neck. His hands have a firm grip on your hips. You smile against his skin when he whimpers at your nibbling. "So, so pretty."

"Y-you should look at yourself," he whispers back, eyes shut as you kiss behind his ear. He can't believe his luck. He has the girl he's wanted since school in his lap, calling him pretty and biting at his ear. He must've died and gone to heaven for this to be happening.

"I wish you had said something sooner. Or I wish I had told you. Never would've even thought about another guy."

Yeah, he has to be dead.

"Lily's been nagging me to just tell you. She doesn't like Wyatt either," you mumble, enjoying the way he's so intoxicated on you. He likes your boldness. It doesn't happen often but the rush from your love confessions must have you giddy. You press kisses along his jawline, stopping at his lips. "You mean so much to me, was just scared that you'd freak out and leave me, y'know."

"Yeah, I get that," he sighs, deepening the kiss. His hand holds the back of your head to keep your face to his. It makes you feel shy. You know the perfect way to really kill him but you've never seen Remus in this light before and the knowledge of that strikes you down. He's left to be the bolder one, flipping you over and pressing you against your pillows.

You're panting into his mouth and he's loving every single second of it. He loves to be in control, loves having you yearning for more underneath him. Any composure he thought he had is gone when you pant out, "All I could think about on my date was hoping you were here when I got back."

He moans into your mouth, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. He's a goner. And despite the fact that he wants to do this right, he can't stop imagining what it would be like to fuck you. He can't though, not yet. He's got one chance and he won't fuck it up.

"You're making this very hard, sweetheart." He knows exactly what he'll do. He'll start with a nice date to a restaurant of your choice, maybe a walk or a drive after to somewhere with a nice view where he will kiss you chastely, and then when you return to either one of your apartments (yours preferably, he's been having a pest problem. the pests being James and Sirius) where he'll fuck you, like a gentleman.

"This?" you ask, voice smooth and sultry as your hand reaches down, palming him over his sweatpants. His plan flies out the window. Your fingers dip into the waistline of his pants, pulling lightly. "Want them off."

"Needy girl," he chastises as though he isn't already on the brink of cumming in his pants. He moves off the bed, removing his pants and boxers before laying back down, allowing you to crawl back over to him, hand wrapping around his cock.

He's definitely died.

You're glad that you don't have any roommates right now with how loud Remus is being. You love it. These are the only sounds you want to hear for the rest of your life. He hates that all the focus is on him.

He reaches out, pulling at the bottom of your shirt. You relent, releasing Remus from your grip to pull your shirt over your head. He sucks in a breath at the lacy bra you're wearing. You must have kept it on after your date.

A tinge of jealousy rushes through his veins at the thought of you wearing it for someone else. It quickly simmers out once he remembers that you're all his now. He smiles, pulling you to sit on his lap again.

"Rem," you sigh when he pulls the cups of your bra down, leaning in to pull one of your nipples between his teeth. He loves the squeak he gets out of you and the way you grind your hips down onto him. "Don't tease me, please."

"You make me so happy." He doesn't know where all this gooeyness is coming from. He's always felt it but the fact that he can say it aloud now has him keening. He watches the flush take over your cheeks as his hands settle on your hips, helping you move against him.

There are a lot of things Remus wants to do to you. He's glad that he has so much time to do them all with you.

It's difficult to focus when you can feel him underneath you. You're so wet that you're sure he'd be able to just slip right inside you, no prep needed. You test your luck, pushing your underwear to the side and guiding him with your hand.

"Oh my fucking god," he whines when you sink down on him. He holds you down, not letting you move. You lean forward, pressing kisses on his face. It's not helping. He needs to cum so bad and the feel of your wet cunt has only increased that feeling by tenfold.

"Let me move, I wanna make you feel good." It takes him a moment but he lets you take the lead, letting his head drop back against the headboard as he watches you. He can never go back to how you were before. He needs this at every moment of every day. "A-ah, you're so big."

"Doing s-such a good job, bunny." That's a new nickname. You like it. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck as you fuck yourself back on him. His hands grip your ass, spreading you open so you can really feel all of him. "So, so perfect for me."

He feels your lips pecking at his neck again and his arms wrap around you, taking complete control as he bounces you down on him. You don't have any time to warn him that you're about to cum before you're cumming. It pushes him right over the edge and he cums inside of you.

"Shit," he groans when he can think again. You're putty in his hands, letting his limp cock rest inside of you, no want to move any time soon. He pushes your face up with a few fingers at your chin. Your eyes are so heavy that they're barely open. He's proud of himself. "I'm sorry, baby."

"What?" you worry, eyes flying open. Did he think this was a mistake? Were you only a fuck to him? You can't go back now, not when you know how good he fucks you.

"I didn't mean to finish inside." Your heart rate returns to normal and you drop back down onto his shoulder, shrugging. You like it. His brain is spinning. His hands rub soothing circles on your back before he's working you off of him, cooing when you hiss at the overstimulation of him pulling out.

"Love you, Rem," you mumble as he helps you get comfortable in bed. He can't resist pressing a kiss to your forehead before reaching over and turning your lamp off.

"Love you too."

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harunayuuka2060 · 9 months

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Crowley: MC? MC? I have a new job for you—

Grim: The hench-human is at the roof, fixing the holes.

Crowley: Oh. Would you tell them to get down so we could talk?

Grim: Nah. It's raining. I don't want to get wet.

Crowley: I'll just wait here then. And ooh~ Looks like they've made some changes already.

Grim: They said it was barely habitable. They got a few things from the storage room to renovate the dorm a little.

Crowley: What a talented individual.

Grim: So, what do you want from my hench-human?

Crowley: You see, I'm thinking of turning you both into students of Night Raven College.

Grim: Mryah! Really?!

Crowley: Yes. I've realized that it would be a waste to just have them work as a janitor.

Grim: Mryahah~! Wait. *frowns at him*

Crowley: Is there something wrong, Grim?

Grim: You want to exploit my hench-human!

Crowley: Wh— Of course not! Where does that come from?!

Grim: They're already cleaning the whole school and that isn't enough for you?!

Crowley: I have provided you food and shelter!

Grim: Hench-human has to work outside the school mryah! Because the food you're giving us ain't enough!

Crowley: They still have time for that— *clears throat*— Well, they could've asked for more. That shouldn't be my problem.

MC: *walks in* *dripping wet* Hey, Grim. Can you grab me some towel— *noticed Crowley*— What do you want?

Grim: *flies to their side* He wants to exploit us!

Crowley: Certainly not! I'm here to offer you to officially become a student of our school. *smiling*

MC: *raised an eyebrow*

MC: Yeah. Grim sure could use that.

Crowley: H-How about you? Are you not interested?

MC: Nah. I'm good. I had vocational courses in my world. No need for me to have a diploma here.

Crowley: Oh. I did hear from Grim you got a job outside the campus.

MC: Yeah. I realized I can't live off solely from your benevolence when I'm feeding a glutton.

Grim: I'm not a glutton!

Crowley: ...

Crowley: I see. But as you've said, Grim could use this opportunity. So would you be taking the job I'm about to offer you?

MC: *smirks* Sure. I can use some extra income.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: I can only offer you a minimum wage.

MC: I'm not picky.

Crowley: Wonderful!

Leona: Huh? Who's that?

Ruggie: Don't you know? They're the janitor.

Leona: What are they doing here in Savanaclaw?

Ruggie: They've come to inspect each dorm in Night Raven College.

Leona: Huh?

MC: Some of the rooms here are full of shit.

Savanaclaw students: Why do you care?

MC: Shitty rooms, shitty people. *yawns* I feel like burning this whole place down.

Savanaclaw students: You can't do that!

MC: I can, pals. If you don't start cleaning right now.

Leona: ...

*In the housewarden meeting*

Leona: Hey, Crowley. What's up with that?

Crowley: *smiling* Is there a problem, Kingscholar?

Leona: Why does that punk get to do a dorm inspection?

Idia: Yeah! They have no respect to anyone's privacy!

Vil and Riddle: ...

Riddle: That isn't true at all.

Vil: Heartslabyul and Pomefiore were commended for their unwavering commitment to cleanliness and orderliness.

Vil: And they had asked for permission beforehand.

Azul: Though if you were to decline, they would persist and resort to using force to gain entry.

Kalim: I got scolded for keeping bugs in the kitchen...

Riddle: What the hell—

Crowley: MC's job as a dorm inspector only happens every end of the week. So you have nothing to worry about regarding invasion of privacy. *smiles*

Grim: Hench-human... *seems exhausted* *flies to their arms*

MC: You alright, buddy?

Grim: I hate classes... I give up.

MC: *chuckles* Looks like your preschool brain can't handle college classes.

Grim: Mryah! What did you say?!

MC: *pets him* Told ya to learn your ABC's first.

Grim: MRRAAAAHHHH!!!

MC: Easy, bud. Easy. I got you some food.

Grim: Take back what you said!

MC: Nuh-uh. Just prove me wrong.

Grim: I'll prove you wrong! Watch me!

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst grim #twst crowley #twst housewardens #the affable delinquent

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dotster001 · 3 months

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When You Escape Him; Ignihyde

Summary: Yandere Idia x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

A/N: okay, here's the thing. I know technically Ortho is one of the first year crew now, and thus, he is technically as old as we are. However, in my head he has been ten years old for so long that it's hard for me to see him that way. I tried to think of a way this could work platonically, and I came up with nothing for this prompt. So no Ortho for this one. Sorry friends 🤷🏼‍♀️ also, I know this is not an 18+ blog, so some of you are minors, in which case, I am not judging you for liking Ortho, if that is the case. I'm just saying it's a no for me.

CW: tranquilizer darts, minor character death, yandere stuff

Other Parts: Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Diasomnia Non NRC Staff

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

You couldn't help but be…. suspicious. Idia had only grown smarter, and more creative over the years, which made you wonder…did Idia build your son? Flaming blue hair wasn't common.

But he aged normally. So he couldn't be an Idia creation. So maybe it really was a coincidence?

Not something you could worry about right now as the two of you hid from S.T.Y.X robots.

The fact that you'd made it a year was pretty good, if you were being honest. You didn't have clearance to leave the Isle of Woe, but a scorned ex employee of Idia’s had let you stay hidden in his home. He didn't even make you pay rent because, in his words, keeping that pretentious bastard's favorite things away from him was payment enough. Aside from that little spiel, he was a sweet guy. Which is probably why he was fired.

But someone must have ratted you both out. You'd heard a shot downstairs, followed by his pained groan. A groan that was only as loud as it was for the sole purpose of alerting someone hiding upstairs.

You were hiding under the bed, with your son. The man had lined the beds with materials the S.T.Y.X bots couldn't scan through. You didn't have much faith though. Not that you had a plan if you did manage to hide from the bots. Either way, this was probably game over for you.

But you'd rather game over didn't come from Idia.

You stayed quiet under the bed, as you heard the bots start wrecking rooms. One particularly loud crash woke the baby. You hurriedly rushed to calm him, but he started crying. You couldn't blame a kid for being a kid.

Bots rushed to your room, and threw the bed you were hiding under across the room. They all pointed their tranquilizers at you, as one of the bots stomachs displayed Idia’s visage.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, please come home,” he cried. You didn't even know how to respond to that. You would have thought he'd be angry, but that would have been out of character for him.

“I know, I'm the absolute worst, but I'll be better for you! Please don't keep my son from me!”

Bargaining. Nice.

“I'll let you go outside for an hour a day. I'll buy you whatever you want. Please, please,please, please, please.”

“Oh my God! Idia! What I want is fucking freedom!” You snapped as you continued to try and calm the boy.

“I…I can't…”

“Yes you can!”

“I need you!”

“Well I don't want you!”

His eyes widened for a moment, completely taken aback. Then they narrowed, as he bit his lip in disdain.

“Fine.”

One of the bots hit you with a tranquilizer dart. You cried out, but were quickly distracted from the pain as a bot took your son from your quickly numbing arms.

“No,” you groaned, reaching out as quickly as your body would let you, which was not very fast.

Your eyesight was darkening as the bots began to leave the room, leaving you alone with the bot projecting Idia.

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Your vision faded as you were left alone in the room, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia shroud x reader

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exhaslo · 1 month

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Have you ever tried writing yandere!beast!miguel x chubby!female reader? I'd imagine it'd go something like beauty and the beast.

Your work is amazing!

Ohhhhhhhhhh, the IDEAS THIS IS GIVING ME IS UNHEALTHY!!! BUT LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

I'll do this one as fluff, but DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE SMUT I'M ALREADY THINKING OFF OHHHHHHHHHOHOHOHOH BOY.

Warning: Fluff, Possessive

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The city of Nueva York hid many dark secrets. There was always something new in every corner. One could live in the city all their life and still not know what dark, hidden truths that were scattered throughout the city that never sleeps.

But, the rumors spread.

You couldn't keep track of everything you've heard. You've only just moved into the city and it felt overwhelming. City life was nothing compared to the movies.

"Did you hear about Alchemax's CEO? He has locked himself in his mansion."

"Again? But...does it matter since the company is always booming?"

You couldn't help but overhear the chatter on the train. Funny enough, you had started working at Alchemax. You had heard a thing or two about your CEO, but never once met him. Funny enough, it was always the rumors you hear first.

But, it mattered not to you. It wasn't like you were ever going to meet the man.

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"Sir, could you please tell me again why I have to be the one to drop off these packages? Wouldn't Mr. O'Hara's assistant be a better fit?" You asked nervously.

"Funny enough, his close staff went on vacation. Besides, you would be in and out. He won't pay mind to you."

Why? Because you were chubby? This wasn't the first time you've heard a backhanded comment like that. It urked you. You came to the city for equal opportunity, but everyone only saw your weight.

"Good luck."

"Wait, how will I-" You gasped as your supervisor left you.

Oh, how you were ready to file a complaint to HR. You were left alone in front of your CEO's mansion with no way back home. You were abandon and you hated it.

Taking a deep breathe, you approached the main door and rang the door bell. The paperwork in your arms nearly crushed by your own frustration. Waiting for the door to open only angered you more. You huffed and kicked the door slightly, gasping as it opened.

Cussing quietly, you slowly entered the mansion. It was dark. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked for a desk, table, anything solid to place the file down.

"Um, excuse me. Sorry for the intrusion, but I have some paperwork from Alchemax, sir."

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Miguel let out a low growl as he laid in his bed. This beastly form giving him very little motivation to do much of anything. His glare shifted from his phone to the door as he heard the doorbell. Another poor soul has come to give him his paperwork.

Ready to scare the fool away, Miguel rose from his bed. His feet dragged with each step, causing an echo throughout the mansion. His low growls and hisses, giving him an eerie effect.

"Um, I-I'm just...going to drop this off....here." You stuttered.

Miguel's eyes light up as he heard your voice. Stopping his scary demeanor, he poked his head from the corner wall. There you were, shaking as you looked around his mansion. Miguel's breathing shuddered as he felt a fire lit inside of him.

"Wait," He called out, "Who are you? You're not the usual sender."

"Oh, um, hello, sir. I'm (Y/N) from marketing! I was asked to drop off from files for your approval since the usual sender was ill today." Your voice was so sweet.

"Ah, well I didn't mean to startle you. Please, help yourself to the room on the right. I should have some water in the fridge."

"Ah, thank you, sir."

Miguel withheld a breathe as he watched you walk into the room. Your hips swaying and curves calling out for him. How perfect of a treat you were. The only question was, would you be frighten by his form?

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You cooed softly as you drank a bottled water. Sure, this place was creepy as hell, but finally hearing a reassuring voice calmed you. Yes, you were surprised by the sudden voice, but who would have thought that the CEO sounded so charming.

"Ah, I don't wanna go back to work now." You whined quietly.

"Then don't,"

You gasped, jumping in place from the voice behind you. Catching your water before you dropped it, you sighed heavily. How could someone be so quiet? Turning to confront your CEO, you froze at the sheer height of him.

"Someone as cute as you shouldn't be working so hard." Miguel spoke, slowly approaching you.

"Cu-" You were at a loss for words.

For one, your CEO was a giant beast standing before you. Second, he called you cute. This was a first.

"Are you scared of me?" Miguel asked, stepping into the light. Your jaw dropped,

"I'm...more surprised," You whispered, staring at the tall beast, "I'm wondering if I'm even dreaming."

"You aren't. I won't hurt you either."

You were hesitant to his words. Who wouldn't be? You were surprised by how calm you were actually. This was your CEO in front of you. You've seen pictures of him, but never like this. It was strange, but you felt almost at ease.

"You would've by now," You said with a soft chuckle, "Um, if you don't mind me asking...How-"

"I do mind," Miguel hummed, his eyes sparkling brighter, "Would you take my proposal and work for me instead? I could use the help."

"Um-"

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It didn't take much to convince you at all. Miguel enjoyed how obedient you were. Miguel enjoyed your presence. You were kind to him. You were normal to him. You belonged to him.

Miguel made sure that you stayed by his side. He gave you a room in his mansion and kept you close at all times. You were oh so helpful to him in more ways than one. Miguel never thought that he'd have such feelings towards someone.

But you were special.

"(Y/n), come here." Miguel hummed, watching you hurry towards him.

His grin grew as you 'accidently' tripped and landed against his big, fuzzy chest. His arms wrapped around your thick waist, humming in delight as he held your thighs. You squeaked, but didn't complain as you fixed yourself on his lap.

"Sorry, Miguel!" You apologized. Miguel kept his smile,

"Quite alright." Oh, how he loved holding you, "Did you need something?"

"I must have forgotten. Holding such a beauty seemed to have distracted me."

Your face flustered as you looked away from Miguel. Ah, that look was so adorable. Miguel loved keeping you all to himself. Stroking your cheek with his claws, Miguel brought your attention back to him. Oh, how you belonged to him.

"Oh! Before I forget, you received a letter. It seems like you're needed back at Alchemax. Shall I go and inform-"

"No!" Miguel hissed, holding you closer, "You aren't allowed to leave! You are staying here, with me!"

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You felt your heart racing a mile a minute as Miguel held you so firmly. Despite being a beast, you were enjoying this warm embrace. Miguel treated you so kindly. Yes, you didn't get to go outside, but you didn't mind.

"Okay, I won't go," You whispered, calming Miguel down.

It was strange. Some might say that you were being held hostage by a savage beast. Some would say that you were insane. You could not deny those claims, but you didn't care since Miguel cared for you. He didn't mind your body and he gave you such sweet compliments.

"Shall I make you your favorite meal?" You asked sweetly. Miguel exhaled and buried his head in the crook of your neck, his hands still holding your waist,

"In a moment."

A shiver ran down your spine as Miguel spoke in your ear. How strange would it be to want to kiss him? You had seen his human form, you knew that he was human underneath the beast...But you still wanted to kiss him even as so.

How strange would it truly be?

To kiss a beast?

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It had been a couple of months since you've stayed at Miguel's mansion, helping him. You had grown feelings for him and wondered how strange it would be to act on them? Miguel was currently a beast, not human.

Hearing the sound of loud typing, you made your way to Miguel's office. You smiled as you watched the tall beast working diligently. It was funny since he was a CEO but hasn't stepped foot in his building.

"(Y/N), come in." Miguel chuckled. You smiled brightly, hurrying to his side,

"How'd you know it was me?" You teased. Miguel glanced down at you, easily picking you up and placing you on his lap, "Miguel! I'm heavy!"

"You're not," He hummed, nuzzling your neck, "You're perfect just the way you are."

"Hehe, Miguel, you're too kind." You cooed, feeling your heart race from glee, "Miguel?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you," You chirped and pecked his cheek, "Is it okay for me to like you?"

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Miguel felt a rising heat from within. He hid his smile as he turned your head, chuckling at your cuteness. How delicious this was. You were right in his claws. You belonged to Miguel and no one else. You were never going to leave his side.

"It should be the other way around."

Miguel chuckled darkly as he brought you in for a kiss. Your body trembling under his touch as his tongue ravished your mouth. You smelled so sweet and you were all his. Swirling his tongue inside your mouth, Miguel hummed towards how sweet you taste.

"You're mine forever, (Y/N)"

Mine and no one else.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!!!

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #across the spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader

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ashwhowrites · 7 months

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Older! Eddie Munson x Neighbor! Reader (reader is an adult) she has a Halloween party, and Eddie didn't like that bc he couldn't sleep all night, so he goes to her house the next day and tells her that for the next time, if she please can be less loud with her parties (and I let you choose, like a bratty reader or not) but they end up having sex either as an apology to Eddie or because she's bratty (but reader has been dying to have an opportunity like this with Eddie bc she thinks he's cute) and maybe they end up having a relationship?

I love older! Eddie

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

⚠️smut

Keep it down

Y/N had a thing for her hot older neighbor. She found herself staring at him ever since she saw him wearing a tank top with loose sweatpants as he worked on his motorcycle. He was drenched in sweat, his hair tied up, and grease on his hands.

Since then, she tried to get his attention. He lived alone, and she assumed single since no same girl shown up twice.

She put on her sluttiest swimsuit, marching out to lay in her front yard. She sipped on her cold water as he cleaned his motorcycle, his back to her. She watched as the sweat ran down his back, hitting the material of his shirt that was tucked in his back pocket. His music blasted from his radio. She relaxed on her back, trying to push her chest towards his direction. But she huffed when he never turned around.

She even pretended to need ingredients. Wearing a small tank and tiny shorts, he walked to his door. She knocked softly, her arms behind her back and a sweet smile on her face. She bit her lip when he opened the door, his hair a mess and his naked chest on display. He wore nothing but a pair of boxers. She couldn't hide the way she checked him out. She asked for sugar and eggs, but her mood dropped when he turned to go into his kitchen and she could see the nail marks down his skin. She snatched the ingredients, rolling her eyes as she marched back to her house.

She smashed a pipe under her sink, letting the water soak her floor as she tried to get her white shirt wet until her bra was seen through. She quickly raced to Eddie's, pounding on his door and asking for help. She thought her plan was successful when he was under her sink fixing her pipe. A smirk on her face as she took in his hard body. Before she could offer a thank you, he wiped his hands and said he had a date. She rolled her eyes again, snapping out a thank you and fun date as she slammed the door behind him.

But now, it was Halloween and she was ready to dress in her sluttiest costume and fuck anyone she wanted. Eddie couldn't get her hints, forget him.

The music was loud, and people screaming just to talk over it. She could see Eddie was calling her phone over and over but she didn't pick up. Another mind game sent his way when she fucked a random guy against her window. She was bent over, facing Eddie's room as the guy fucked her from behind. A smirk on her face when Eddie watched through the window. She swore she could see the anger coming out of his ears. The pissed-off look as he closed his curtains.

Attention? She thinks so

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She woke up to Eddie pounding at her door, she grabbed a blanket to wrap it around herself. Half awake as she opened the door.

"Um yes?" She asked

"Since you ignored my calls, I have to come say this to your face." Eddie snapped, "Keep the parties down. I don't want to be that annoying neighbor, but I've had my share of parties and there's no reason to be that loud."

Y/N giggled as he talked. She could tell he wasn't pleased with her. But she kinda hopes it was because of the guy.

"What's so fucking funny?" He snapped, his eyes glaring at her as she shook her head.

"Nothing, just the classic old neighbor can't handle the young neighbor. I'll try to keep the party down to protect your hearing." She mocked, going to close the door but he slammed his hand against it.

"Was there something else?" She asked, her head turned. She enjoyed the way Eddie growled.

"Yeah, where's your respect? I know you are a young little brat, but I thought respect was still taught in schools. Keep the music down out of respect. Wear real fucking clothes around the neighborhood out of respect. And close your curtains when you have a sad excuse for a dick in you out of respect for yourself!" He barked at her, but she couldn't help but feel the wetness between her thighs.

"Mr. Kuff loves my clothes, and he always tells me so. Oh and Mr. Lase, and even Mrs. Liz. I think the only one who doesn't like it is you. And for last night, it didn't feel like a sad excuse for a dick when it made me cum." She snapped, slamming her door. A proud smile on her face. She finally had Eddie where she wanted him.

She smirked as he pounded on her door again, "Ye-" she couldn't finish her sentence, the second she opened the door, he grabbed her neck. He closed the door with his foot, slamming her against the wall.

"Oh, baby. You have no idea what a good dick feels like. Of course, those old men like looking at your slutty clothes. They sit there and think of you when they suck their wives. They are pathetic and the fact you like their little attention is just as pathetic. But it's not their attention you've been fighting for, is it?" He asked, turning his head to the side as he clicked his tongue. His tone was mocking, he knew his answer.

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, even though she knew that he knew.

"Cat got your tongue? See, I'm not stupid. I know you walk around the neighborhood, praying I see your ass coming out of your shorts. That I see your tits in that tiny swimsuit. The jealousy in your eyes when I bring girls home. You want it to be you, huh? You just want to be bent over and fucked raw. So tired of the boys who don't know how to fuck you like the slut you are." Eddie squeezed her neck as he reached for the blanket. The blanket dropped to the floor, his eyes taking in her naked body.

"Eddie, please." She whined, her hands yanking at the end of his shirt.

"Please what?" He teased

"Touch me." She whimpered.

"YES, FUCK" Y/N screamed. She bent over her kitchen counter, Eddie pounding into her from behind. She's been clawing at his thighs for hours.

"PLEASE LET ME CUM THIS TIME!" she begged, his fingers rubbing her clit.

"Oh but why? You've done so well the past four edges, why not one more?" He teased, pounding into her. His fingers left marks on her hips.

"See what a real dick feels like now, baby? Think any of those desperate house dads could fuck you like this?" Eddie growled into her ear, she moaned at his words. Feeling herself clench around him. She prayed and prayed he'd let her cum.

"No, they can't." She moaned, she didn't care about those losers. All she wanted was Eddie.

"Do you know how many girls I fucked thinking of you? Had my eye the second I moved in. Just loved your little games so much." He admitted, he pushed her hair to the side as he sucked on her neck. His fingers still rubbing her clit, his cock fucking into her, and his mouth on her neck had her cumming on his cock.

~~~

"Oh, Mr. Boyfriend!" Y/N chanted as he knocked on Eddie's door.

She smiled when Eddie opened the door, wrapping his arm around her and smashing his lips on hers.

She moaned against his mouth, tasting his tongue.

He pulled away with a smirk, following her outside.

"I told you I couldn't eat for another hour, I need to finish the bike." Eddie said, returning to his work on the motorcycle, holding his bucket of cleaner.

"Yeah but I'd love to sit and watch." She said, sitting on the grass.

And just like that, she was watching him clean his bike all over again. But this time he looked back to blow her a kiss

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juanarc-thethird · 3 months

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Let us do a Year Of The Rabbit but with Pyrrha. She got the booty and knows how to use it against Jaune.

At the Kitchen

Jaune: Ok, now that I've dealt with Weiss, I can now focus on meal planning for the Chinese year. Now what can I cook?

Jaune takes out his phone and starts looking for recipes.

Jaune: It has to be something easy to do for a large group… Not that… Not that… Not tha-… Well maybe…?

While he continues looking for something to cook, outside the entrance to the kitchen someone can be heard whispering.

Pyrrha: You can do it Pyrrha! Having won the biggest tournament for 4 years in a row, this is nothing! Just go out and win your man. Yeah! I'll do that…

She stands still

Pyrrha: Here I go…

She still stands still

Pyrrha: In a moment…

She standing in the same place

Pyrrha: On the count of one, two, and…

She's still, you guessed it, standing there.

Pyrrha: I CAN'T DO IT!!

Jaune hears her scream and calls out to her.

Jaune: Pyrrha? Are you ok?

Pyrrha: (Shoot!) Y-Yeah, I'm fine.

Jaune: Are you sure? I'm free right now if you need me.

Pyrrha: Yeah, I'm fi- (Wait, now is the time to attack. If I let it pass I may never have this opportunity again. So, just like Nora, I going to give my all on the name of LOVE!!) I actually want your opinion on something.

Pyrrha comes out of hiding, showing her very exposed bunny outfit. Her legs are exposed, how thick and tasty those thighs are. And with her heels, they accentuate her figure in a sexy way.

Seeing such a work of art, Jaune only remains stunned.

Pyrrha: What do you think? Do you think it looks good on me?

Jaune: *blushing* I-I-I....

Pyrrha: (Is working! Now for the next attack!) Oh, I almost forgot. Let me show you the back.

She turns around, leans forward a little, showing her big, delicious ass to him. And like cherry on top, she turns to look at him with a seductive smile and says…

Pyrrha: Why are you blushing? Do you want to eat this defenseless little bunny?~

Jaune: *Red* Um...!!!

Pyrrha: (And now the final blow!) Come and take me~

Jaune: *GASP!!!*

Moments later

Pyrrha: Oh GOD!!!💕 DON'T STOP!!!💕 AAhh~!💕

Pyrrha is clinging to the kitchen table, with her legs on the floor spread a little apart. The bottom part of her suit is torn in two, while her panties are pulled down to her knees.

Jaune on the other side had her hands on Pyrrha's shoulders, while he moved her hips passionately towards her. Bouncing her ass in an erotic way that only adds more fuel to his lust.

Jaune: Oh god!~💕 Pyrrha!~💕 Oh Pyrrha!!~💕

Pyrrha: Yes💕! Say my name! Say my fucking name while you fuck me!!~ FUCK!~💕 I love how your cock feels!!~💕 Don't stop!! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!💕

Pyrrha feels Jaune grab her neck firmly and carefully. That makes her arch her back. With this small change in position Jaune moves his hips desperately.

Jaune: OH PYRRHA!!~💕

Pyrrha: Fuck!!~💕 Do you want to breed me?! Then fucnking do it!!! Get me pregnant! Breed this little bunny! Breed her!! BREED HER GOOD!!!!💕

Jaune: PYRRHAAAA!!!💕

Jaune takes her head and pull her back for a kiss, while on that moment he shoots his hips forward. Burying his cock all the way inside her, shooting a big load of baby juice deep inside her. It was so much that her body couldn't keep it all inside. Letting it slip out of her, creating a puddle of cum beneath her while traces of it are running down her thighs. After a few seconds, the two stop kissing. And with a loving look, and trembling legs, Pyrrha says…

Pyrrha: I love you~💕

Jaune:‼️

Jaune's heart fires up again, pumping blood to his cock. Starting the second round of mating. After all, bunnies do fuck.

Pyrrha: OH JAUNE!!!💕

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stayconnecteed · 5 days

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🪐˓⠀˚⠀foggy glass⠀@⠀hwang hyunjin.

it wasn't something you were in the habit of doing, but it wasn't usually something you could avoid. after all, it was practically impossible to resist your boyfriend when he looked that way. it hadn't even been your fault, you had only done what he asked you to do⠀★⠀1k words

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content: smut,, sub!hyunjin, messy blowjob, mentions of biting / neck kisses. plot,, hyunjin tries to tease you, but it ends with him shuddering under your touch in his car. credits,, mdni banner by @cafekitsune. warnings,, if any under 18 acc interacts with this fic i'll block them. note,, no proofread, i don't even know- i wrote this in a haze ajsdhjasd

It wasn't something you were in the habit of doing, but it wasn't usually something you could avoid. After all, it was practically impossible to resist your boyfriend when he looked that way, clutching the cushioned surface of his seat with one of his hands, the other tangled in your hair, visibly overwhelmed, his pillowy lips spilling soft whimpers and his eyes fluttering, longing to memorise you but unable to keep them open for too long.

It hadn't even been your fault. He had left you a breathy audio in your chat while you were still at work, full of sighs and hurried whispers in which you could only hear his sweet voice calling for you, and then a brief message inviting you to a new restaurant that had recently opened two blocks south of his dorm. He had murmured something about dressing prettily ーyou didn't know if it was a request for you or a warning about himー, and then texted at what time he'd come to pick you up.

You had only done what he asked you to do. The fact that you had waited until you were sitting in the passenger seat to apply the gloss was a completely casual act, and had nothing to do with how much you knew Hyunjin liked the look on your face when you stared at yourself in the mirror, the pad of lipstick leaving a glossy surface on your lips that made him lick his own, almost hungrily.

He had confessed it to you a few months ago, in the middle of a hot make-out session on the sofa in the rehearsal room, when you had seized the opportunity to touch your boyfriend in the way he loved the most, no one left in the building. And you could see the reflection of his blurry gaze now, in the mirror you always carried with you, your eyes fixed in the vicious way he reacted to your motions, his eyes locked on your mouth. It was addictive, and you knew what turned him on the most was the way you looked down with a sharp gaze, the way you did when you rode him.

It was also addictive the way he responded to everything you did to him without needing to say a word. You knew he wouldn't protest if you leaned into him, but you were surprised by the hungry way his lips crashed into yours as soon as he had you close enough, all tongue and teeth, as if he intended to devour you whole. You let out an airy laugh, taking his face in your hands and ignoring the way your gloss was sticking to him, savoring its strawberry taste as soon as the kiss became so chaotic that you could only think mine, mine, mine…

You felt him give you two quick taps against your hip, hinting that he wanted you in his lap, but you ignored him, peeling your lips from his with a quick bite that left him whining for more, and pressing them against his neck, sucking above his beautiful mole, sliding your tongue over his skin and your hand down his abs until it rested over the bulge in his pants. You smiled, chuckling against his mouth, palming his erection, enjoying the way he stirred under your hands, overtaken by your touch and so adorably desperate for some friction, his throat producing the most delicious sounds.

Hyunjin tried to pull you back to him, wetting his lips as if he could feel yours on his again, or perhaps with the ghost of your last kiss still in his mouth. You tangled your hand in his hair, letting him keen towards the warmth of your palm, your breath on his skin, but tugging slightly at his locks before he could touch you. You swallowed the mewl that got stuck in his throat, and also the way his hips stuttered beneath you, and you could almost see the way his eyes slammed shut as you began to undo the button of his pants, sliding the zipper down and making him sit up a little so you could bend over his cock, pulling it out of his boxers and sucking the tip between your lips.

His shaky moan interrupted a breathless “fuck”, the sudden warm wetness around him as your gave him tentative little bobs making his head go dizzy. You tighten the hand you have around the base of his shaft, his low groan making you shiver, and you pull away for a while, your gaze falling over him. He looks completely wrecked already, his hair dishevelled by his own hand, a bead of drool about to spill from the corner of his lips.

You smile, still making eye contact with him, his cheeks stained in carmine, and kitten lick the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around it, humming. Hyunjin’s hips bucked helplessly, slurring a lazy “please, please, please” with broken voice, pouty under your touch. You slowly graze his dick with your teeth, the hiss he lets out contradicting the salty taste of pre-cum you taste on your tongue.

“Ah, ah, ahー baby, your mouthー” he slurred, his thigh tense and twitching under your hand, arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach. “Soー nghー so good…”

You pull back a second time, his whimper curving your lips, and you ask, voice hoarse “Mm-hm, feels good, baby boy?”

“Ohー Oh, God, so good” choking back a loud whine, dropping his head against the car window, his cheek sticking to the wet glass, his breathing drawing wisps of smoke against the surface, the condensation blurring the pornographic view of your boyfriend on the empty street where he had parked the car. You sank back down and suck him further into your mouth, his babblings becoming nonsense as soon as they left his lips, and you felt his cock throb in your mouth as you gently grasped his balls, feeling when he came down your throat, spilling moans into the car. You never make it to the restaurant.

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magxnoria · 1 year

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Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Fight Night

Cast Line Up Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Current Shuji

Rated PG-13

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary ✰ How The Men react When you defend them! Your Hands getting Bloody Got Their Minds Getting Hazy!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ For the First time in Ran’s Life he can truly say he flabbergasted, Seeing you one punch a fool out got him standing there shocked

✰ He can't help but Fanboy, You knocked this idiot lights out for him? Oh he's flattered and turned on at the same time

✰ He boasts and Brags about how you defended his “honor” to Rindou and Sanzu whenever he gets the opportunity

✰ “One punch and the fuckers teeth flew out” Ran boasts as Rindou sighs, “ And you stood there just fawning like a fucking idiot while your babe's hands got dirty with blood?” Sanzu asked making Ran dramatically gasp. “Hell No. I got a few stomps in” Ran grinned as Sanzu laughed and Rindou tried his best to ignore the conversation

✰ Ran Hates to admit it but he loves seeing you fight, something about you getting Violent just makes him hot and bothered

✰ “ You look so hot when you're angry maybe I should keep you mad then” Ran teases as his fingers hold your chin up

The day was going well, Ran and you were spending your time together basking in each other's company. You were happy to have Ran all to yourself without him being busy with work or whatever Shenanigans he has with Haruchiyo and Rindou but every good thing comes to an end

“You a bitch, Ran Haitani. A good for nothing blight on society!” Bolstering fool yelled making Ran roll his eyes, “And what makes you able to judge Him huh? Look at you with those grease stains on your shirt and your uneven Haircut” You said back to Bolstering Fool before Ran could even open his mouth

“You think you're bad because of your Haitani little plaything? Your boyfriend isn't shi-” Bolster fool said before your fist connected with his head, The punch you landed made the man crumble to the ground like a balled up piece of paper. Ran couldn't keep himself from staring at you slack jawed, “ You knocked him out like it was nothing? When you learn how to do that?” Ran asked before grabbing your hand

“I learned a few things hanging out with the guys and you, thought it would help to be strong myself” You answer back nonchalantly making Ran grin, “ Never thought I would see the day that you would defend me like that” Ran grinned before pulling you close to him. “Now let us go get something to eat I'm hungry” You sighed as Ran kissed your forehead, “ Okay anything for my bodyguard” Ran Giggled

Rindou Haitani

✰Rindou's eyes had never been wider than the moment he saw you toss the annoying woman who was flirting with him across the floor of the club

✰ The way You was able to bob & weave before picking her up by her hair and rag dolling her got Rindou stunned

✰ Never has he ever seen the side of you, Now he needs to know what makes you tick and when you learned how to fight like this.

✰ “What Rinnie Thought you were the only one who knew how to break bones huh?” You teased as Rindou's eyebrow only raised at you

✰ Rindou's nerves getting worked by Ran and Sanzu every day now, They can't keep quiet about how strong you are

✰ “Hulked up in the fucking club, Never seen ya babe do that before man” Sanzu laughed while Ran Giggled,” Like wrestling or some shit” Ran grins before Rindou made them hush up. “Keep talking, maybe I'll let the love of my life put your asses in casts” Rindou glared making the laughter stop

✰ With You by his side he feels oddly unstoppable now. He just got to keep an eye on you, don't need you getting hurt or snapping bones like twigs

Rindou was Annoyed, This woman has been flirting with him up for the last thirty minutes and he had more than enough. “Can't you take a hint?” I’m not interested” Rindou glared as the trifling broad kept flapping her lips, “How can I leave you alone? You look so lonely sitting here by yourself” Trifling broad pouted making Rindou pray for you to show up

His prayers were answered when he heard your voice, “Who the fuck do you think you're flirting with?” You asked Making Trifling Broad look at you uglily. “And who are you?” She answered back with a question of her own, “The one who his heart belongs to. So back off before I get mad” You said while smiling making Trifling Broad's eye twitch before she tried to sucker punch you but you were faster than her

You dodge her punch without any effort before punching her in the ribs and grabbing her by her hair, Rindou's eyes widening as you tossed Trifling Broad across the club by Her hair before coming to sit on his lap while acting as you didn't just use a woman as a human frisbee

“Since when did you know how to fight?” Rindou as you smiled up at him, “I always knew how to fight. Just The opportunity for me to fight never came up” You said before kiss his cheek. “Damn I love you” Rindou groaned before Ran interrupted you two, “That was Amazing” Ran gushed making Rindou sigh

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ You got Haruchiyo questioning reality, One Minute this drunk bitch was splashing her drink in his face and the next she was on the floor like a broken chip

✰ He's used to being the crazy one in the relationship but seeing you resort to violence for him? Got him straining in his pants

✰ “Fuck. I never knew you had this in you” Haruchiyo exclaims as he pushed his wet bangs out of his face

✰ He had never been more turned on in his life, he got to take you someplace less crowded and show you what you did to him

✰ The Haitani's are more cautious around you now, you're as crazy as your boyfriend in their eyes

✰ “Kicked the girl's nose in while wearing stilettos” Ran whispers to Takeomi as Haruchiyo laughs, “Dont forget My babe was Wearing a dress too and looked graceful as fucked while doing it” Haruchiyo grins while Ran just stares at the madman

✰ Yes he's Insane but he's insanely in love with you and that's all that matters

Haruchiyo leaned against the bar as he watched you dance from afar, His drink in his hand as he took in the way you moved only to be disturbed by drunken slurs. “So you're gonna pretend you don't know me, Huh?? After Breaking My heart!” Drunken bitch spat out pulling Haruchiyo from his trance

“Look Lady I don't fucking know you. Can You please get out of my fucking space?” Haruchiyo said while trying not to get pissed off, “You know what? Fuck you bastard” the Drunken bitch slurred before tossing the entire glass of liquor in Haruchiyo's face. Like in a movie you turned around to see everything happen in slow motion.

Before everyone knew it you had delivered a roundhouse kick to a drunken bitch head that Even Made Manjiro Sano say damn, Haruchiyo couldn't help but be shocked as you walked over to him. “You okay baby?” You asked as you grabbed a napkin and dried off his face while he pushed back his bangs

“I'm alright. That was just so fucking hot” Haruchiyo groaned as he pulled you close to him, “Let's leave. Go somewhere quiet for a while hmmm?” Haruchiyo whispered in your ear as you bit your lip. “Okay Haru, Let's go” You grinned before grabbing his hand and walking over the unconscious body of Drunken Bitch to leave.

“I got that all on Camera, World star!” Ran giggled as Rindou rolled his eyes at his brother.

Manjiro Sano

✰ Manjiro is used to protecting you, The thought never crossed his mind that one day you might defend him

✰ But now he sits in his chair chilled to the core as you wail on the fool that disrespected his name

✰ The same hands that lovingly caress him is currently turning a man's face bloody, even Sanzu is shocked seeing you go wild with rage

✰ Manjiro is touched, That you would dirty your hands for him and spill blood but he doesn't want you to harm yourself

✰ Is quick to grab your fist and calm you down while his man takes care of the mess you made and the unconscious fool

✰ Manjiro's Love for you is solidified more than ever now, You love him so much that you bruised up your knuckles because a fucker disrespected his name? He needs to buy you a wedding ring ASAP

Another Night in the club but you didn't mind, You liked being around Manjiro and his Men after all he is a king and this is his kingdom. You focused on dancing and enjoying the night but unfortunately, that would be ruined for you. “ Manjiro is a weakling. A tapeworm” Drunk Bastard said pissing you off

“What did you say?” You asked before cracking your knuckles, “ You heard me bitch. Manjiro Sano is nothing but a piece of garbage pail sludge” Drunk bastard slurred making you jump out of your heels as you approached him at rapid speed before decking him in the mouth with your fist

“Say that shit again… Oh, you can't huh? You grinned as you let rage take over as you continued to beat the man senseless, the club coming to a halt as Manjiro and his men watched you Pummel Drunk bastard to a pulp. You only stopped when Manjiro himself had grabbed your fist, “I don't want you to Hurt yourself. Let Sanzu Take care of him” Manjiro said before helping you up

“You didn't have to get your hands bruised and dirty for me you know.” Manjiro said as he cleaned you up, “I want to protect you because i love you” You respond back to him making him sigh. “ You're the most precious person to me, I can't risk you getting hurt.” Manjiro said before kissing your lips, “I love you” Manjiro whispered before kissing your hand

Kakucho

✰ Maybe it's because he just got smacked across the face but did Kakucho Just see you bodyslam the woman who slapped him unprovoked?

✰ Mans thinks he's hallucinating cause he had Never seen you this angry before nor has he seen you lay your hands on someone like this

✰ You got Kakucho worried for you, did you get hurt? Has any harm come to you? Got him stressing

✰ “ You didn't have to do that you know” Kakucho whispers in your ear as you iced his face, “ Like hell I didn't. I got to protect you like you protect me” You sighed making Kakucho feel warm

✰ Man does he loves you but please don't put yourself in Harm's way for him, He doesn't know how he would handle it if something happened to you

✰ He hears wedding bells in the distance and he knows that's not a hallucination

Kakucho was sitting on the park bench waiting for you, the day was beautiful but everything had to turn ugly. “You piece of shit! You broke me!” Misguided wretch screamed shaking Kakucho out of his thoughts, “ I'm sorry but you got me confused for someone else” Kakucho said as he tried to reason with a visibly drunk woman

“How dare you try to gaslight me?” Misguided Wretch screamed before slapping Kakucho across the face but before Misguided Wretch knew it She was being slammed to the ground by you, “ How dare you slap him? My man” You yelled out as your hands pounded on the woman's face

You let your anger boil over as continued to beat her ass even as she clawed at you. You were hellbent on making her pay for what she did, Only stopping when you finally knocked her light out. Kakucho was quick to help you up and fix your clothes but your concern was all on him

“Kaku, are you okay? You asked as you softly held his face, “ Im alright but are you okay? Kakucho replied back as he searched you for injuries. “ You didn't have to do that you know,” Kakucho said making you smile, “ I did it because I love you and no one disrespects the one I love” you responded back before kissing his face. “Now to get some ice for your face” you said before grabbing his hand

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ You got Hajime's brain not working. he puzzled and in the deepest stages of shock, seeing you knock out the man who spanked your ass in passing

✰ It happened so quickly that Hajime questioning his thoughts, The only thing that confirms that it happens is your bruised knuckles and the unconscious fool who lays before you

✰ He's so turned on right now, he can't hide it. You can fight? Like this? Fuck.

✰ Is quick to clean your knuckles off before massaging them while staring at you with eyes full of infatuation

✰ “I never knew you could punch like that,” Hajime said while his eyes searched yours for a reaction, “I just got mad that's all” You answer him back

✰ Remind him to never get you mad then, Your punches are lethal. But he has to admit it's so hot seeing this side of you

✰ He got a new weakness and again it involves you.

You couldn't help but feel warm all over as you walked with Hajime, He always made you feel like heaven when your hand was held by his but you were pulled back to earth when you felt a hand that wasn't Hajime Spanked your ass. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” You asked before letting go of Hajime Hand and approaching disgusting Sleazebag

“A man who knows when he sees a beautiful ass he has to spank it” Disgusting sleazebag answered back making you snap, before you knew it your anger had taken control of you and your fist was against Disgusting sleazebag's head. You sent disgusting sleazebag flying against the pavement as Hajime stood there confused

“What the fuck just happened?” Hajime asked while you wrapped your arms around him, “ He spanked my ass and I punched his lights out Koko” You sighed While Hajime rubbed your back. “I never knew you had power in your punches” Hajime said making you giggle, “ I never got this pissed off before” You smiled as Hajime Grabbed your hand

“Let get some ice for your hand” Hajime said before walking away with you leaving Disgusting sleazebag on the ground dazed and confused

Shuji Hanma

✰ Shuji thought he knew everything about you but apparently he was wrong, The way you just dropped this fucker who was starting shit with Him got Shuji grinning like a madman

✰ Damn you were made for each other, fucking soulmates in his mind. He can't believe you could be so ruthless

✰ Got Him leaking just from seeing you draw blood from this idiot's head it's like he woke up in the hottest dream ever

✰ “ Damn Babe. He's out” Shuji says while he pulls you away from the imbecile, “ So fucking Hot, Now let's leave this scene” Shuji groans before catching your lips in a sloppy kiss

✰ He's always talking about how good of a fighter you are, Kisaki is sick of hearing about it

✰ “ before I knew it babe had dodged his punches and had him laying there like a wet duvet,” Shuji says while Kisaki massages his temples

✰ The damn world better get used to hearing Shuji gush about how quick with your hands you is because he's never gonna shut up

You spent the day with Shuji as he took pictures of the scenery, Your head on his shoulder as he looked through his camera roll. “Looks good Shu” You smiled only for that smile to run off your face. “Look at this, a bitch sitting here with his camera” Blubbering dumbass said making Shuji roll his eyes, “ I dont know who the fuck you think you are but leave us alone before things get ugly” Shuji Responded back making Blubbering dumbass sneer

“You can't tell me what to do, you weak pathetic worm.” Blubbering dumbass quickly snapped back making you stand up, “Look leave us alone.” You said before glaring the man down. “Oh, you think you make me scared? You and your boyfriend isn't nothing but bitc-” Blubber asshole said before he was cut off with a punch to the gut

Shuji's mouth opening up as he watched you beat the shit out of blubbering dumbass, your fist damaging the man with every blow you gave making Shuji get aroused, “ Fuck babe. You got hands” Shuji said as he walked to you before grabbing your arms. “Hes out cold. Don't want you to damage your hands” Shuji said before helping you up

“Fuck. That was hot. Never knew you had that in you” Shuji grinned before kissing your lips, “now let's go home because I got another way you can take your anger out” Shuji groaned as he held your hand

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leclercings · 20 days

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Crush | Charles Leclerc x Reader | Part 3

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You're in love with your best friend, Charles Leclerc…

A/N: Unrequited love sucks. It inspired me to write this though. Here's the final part. What started off as a one shot has become a three part mini series, hope y'all enjoy it.

The final part!! Thank you for all the love you've poured.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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You wake up to the sound of utensils clanking and sweet fragrance wafting through the air.

There are butterflies in your stomach.

Is Charles up? Is he cooking?

When you go out you see your mom working in the kitchen.

“Hi love,” she waves at you after wiping her hands on the apron.

Your heart sinks in disappointment.

“Hi Mom,” you reply halfheartedly, sitting on the dining table.

“What happened?”

“Nothing. Just tired.”

You refrain from telling her about your interaction with Charles. You check your phone to see if he has left a message.

And he has.

We need to talk.

Of course you need to talk, but not how it happened yesterday.

Charles is never vulnerable. It caught you by surprise. You've only seen him this sad and intoxicated when his father passed away and after his breakup with Charlotte.

You scared me yesterday. You respond back.

I'm sorry. I'll come over at 5 pm. His reply is instantaneous.

Okay. See you.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Your mom places a pancake in front of you.

“Nothing.”

“It's Charles, isn't it?”

You roll your eyes.

“Not everything is about love, Mom.”

She gets one plate for herself along with maple syrup.

You look at the array of disorganised and unmatched utensils. You see your mom sitting right next to you, relishing her pancake.

You're going to miss this place so much.

She gives you a very suggestive stare and you finally give in.

“Okay, it's Charles, but can we please talk about something else?”

“All I see is Charles, all I see is Charles Leclerc,” your mom sings and you blush, embarrassed.

“Stop it, Mom.”

“Okay,” she says, but she's smiling. “I couldn't find so many things in your kitchen, Y/N. Why don't you have dinner at our place?”

Knowing your mom, you have a gut feeling that she is up to something.

“Okay,” you respond, taking a bite of your delicious homemade pancake.

“Good,” she says.

You both finish your breakfast.

“I'll do the dishes Mom. Don't worry.”

“I'll see you at dinner, love.” She kisses your cheek. “Please dress nice."

You chuckle.

“I'm going to come in my pyjamas.”

Your mom sighs. You love annoying your mom like this. You'll miss this banter. This pure energy of love.

You're planning to sell your apartment. You've sorted your possessions- a lot of them are going to Goodwill. Your mom will keep the rest of the stuff because you're moving back in with your family.

Affordability is obviously not an issue. But you feel like this job would open a portal of new opportunities. And there is a slight possibility that you will end up staying at Milan.

You're going to miss your little world.

The rest of the day flies by as you do your chores and a bit of packing. It's almost 5.

You get dressed, mentally preparing yourself for a conversation with Charles. You plan everything out in your head, trying to memorise your responses and how to tackle this awkwardness.

The doorbell rings and this time you open the door to see Charles with a smile, unlike yesterday, when he was drunk and vulnerable and also angry.

He's wearing a light blue shirt with white pants, looking gorgeous as always. You get a little conscious because of your pyjamas.

“Come in. Have a seat.” He follows your instructions and you sit beside him.

“So…” Charles puts his hand in its pockets, feeling a little awkward.

You decide not to beat around the bush.

“Can we talk about the kiss?”

“Yes. I was about to bring that up.” He pauses, searching for the right words. “Y/N, I know we've been best friends for ages and I don't want to ruin that at all…”

“I like you, Charles. I always have and maybe I always will.” You decide to be upfront and honest.

This takes him by surprise. He's speechless.

“You do realise what you did was super impulsive and wrong.”

“I'm sorry.”

“You don't have to be.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, staring deeply into your eyes.

“I like you too. I always have.”

Wait. What?

Your heart skips a beat. It feels like it will come out of your chest. Charles’ confession excites you as well as relieves you.

“I've been running away from my feelings but I won't anymore.” He inches in closer and gives you a kiss.

You can't believe what is happening. It feels like a fairytale come true. You've always loved Charles, but you never expected him to feel the same way.

You spend the rest of the time together- talking, laughing over the silliest jokes.

“When did you realise that you liked me?” Charles asks you, sitting next to you inside your bedroom as you both watch Netflix.

You've decided to watch a movie. It's a classic rom com- When Harry Met Sally- which is ironic considering that the storyline of your life runs parallel to it.

“Senior year, prom. When you asked our Catherine for your date. I was jealous.”

He chuckles.

“But you were the one who set me up with her.”

You sigh. “I was trying to be a good wingwoman.”

“Don't ever sacrifice your happiness for someone else, Y/N.”

“I won't, I promise.”

"What about you?"

"What about me?" He asks, confused.

"When did you realise that you liked me?"

Charles sighs. "When you kissed me."

A blush spreads on your cheeks.

"Right."

You're glad that the kiss stirred his feelings. And you're excited for what is to come ahead. You both will make this work, no matter what.

As the movie ends, it's 7.

“I have to get ready for dinner at home.” You say, getting up.

“Don't go…” Charles pulls you back and starts tickling you.

“Stop it,” you laugh, hitting him softly.

He tickles you even further. You run away as he loosens his grip.

You've always loved spending time with Charles but this time it feels different. This time, it involves feelings.

“Charles! I have to get ready.”

He laughs. “Don't worry, I'll drop you.”

You get ready, deciding to wear a dress that compliments Charles’ shirt.

“Wow, Y/N. You look stunning.”

“Thank you.”

You leave for your parents' home around 8. The drive is quiet, almost serene. As you enter the premises, you see a lot of cars parked in.

“Wait-”

As Charles parks the car, he puts a finger on your lips.

“Wha-”

“Shh.” You both get out of the car.

“Close your eyes.”

“But why-”

“Trust me.”

You close your eyes and Charles gently guides you to the front door. He opens the door and as you enter, you can hear whispers.

“Surprise!”

You get scared as you open your eyes. You see everyone you love gathered in the living room.

Tears cloud your eyes. The room is decorated with your pictures and balloons.

It's a farewell party.

You start crying.

Charles hugs you, gently stroking your back. You're too emotional to respond.

“Thank you everyone.”

“It was Charles’s idea,” your mom chips in.

You look at him with the biggest smile on your face.

You're lucky to have someone like him by your side. Someone who respects you, loves you. Your heart is happy and full.

“Thank you, Charles.”

“Always.”

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hidden-poet · 3 months

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S. lands on top: chapter 2

summary: Coriolanus returns home to the Capital with two women from district 12 plaguing his mind. One a (presumed) dead mystery but another well within his reach.

warnings: unco, dark!Coriolanus, possessive!Corirlanus, Dark themes, mentions of death, she/her pronouns, kidnapping, violence, somnophilia.

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Mabel continues her banging while Tigress sits outside the door. Her small hand pressed against her painted lips.

"Let me out!" Mabel screams, "Please let me out. I haven't done anything".

Tigress presses her hand against the door in sympathy,

"He'll be back soon to let you out" Tigress consoles.

Mabel stops her banging.

"Who' are you?" Mabel asks.

'I am Tigress, Coriolanus' cousin" .

"i am Mabel. Coriolanus' hostage".

Tigress perks up at the opportunity to explain.

"no. No. It's not like that at all. Coyro said he saved you. That people were planning to kill you".

"Who was trying to kill me?''

'He didn't say. But Coriolanus is a good man. He wouldn't do this with a reason"

There is a silence as Mabel considers the situation. Tigress is undoubtably loyal to her cousin. Would she hear reason, Mabel wondered or would all efforts result in loss of her only ally.

"I have a family, Tigress. I have to get back to them"

'You will. I promise". She had no right to be promising such a thing but it gave Mabel a small comfort.

"Is there anything I can do?". Tigress so desperately wanted to help.

"Do you know if he keeps any food in here?.

The room was large. It wouldn't surprise Mabel if he had a whole pantry in here.

"Food? You're hungry. Wait right there".

Mabel threw her hands up, as if she had any other choice.

She heard feet returning and pressed her ear against the door.

"Look below" the soft voice spoke.

Mabel did to see a small white cracker by her feet. It was all that was going to fit so she said her thank you's and made idle chat with Tigress behind the door.

They tried to keep the conversation away from dark themes. Mabel told her about her family. Her father worked the mines. Her and her mother washed clothes. Her sister was at school, and smart as whip.

They talked for a while as Tigress pushes the crackers under the door.

"Do you want anymore biscuits?". She had stopped enthralled in conversation.

"No. Thank you". The taste of dust lingered on her tongue, "Do you think it would be alright though if i took a shower?".

"of course. If you need me just bang on the door three times. I'll hear it"

"Thank you, Tigress. Don't let him in until i bang three times".

Tigress affirms she wouldn't and Mabel retracted from the door.

She felt dirty and gross. Wanting nothing more then to unstick her hair.

The bathroom was nicer then any house she had ever seen. Beautiful green titles surrounded the wall. White marble was carved for the sink. Big round mirrors hung above it. The space was unnecessarily large. having both a bath and a shower in different corners.

Turning on the water, she jumped back feeling the hot water. Back home hot water was only used for cleaning, and cooking.

It took her a while to figure out the dials before finding an acceptable temperature.

She scrubs herself clean with his products. They were all in expensive bottles, and she applied them with a heavy hand.

When she finished she was thirsty and pruney form the hot water. She wraps herself in a plush towel and rinses her underpants, dress and shoes. Her shoes came up with a rag but without a wash board and soap she would not get the stain out. Ugly brown marks stain her grey dress in dark plops and thin lines from the branches.

It was the best she could do in the time she was willing to spare. HE could come back any second, and he didn't seem the type to be delayed long.

She rolled the dressed and pants in the towel pressing the water out. When she put it back on it was still wet, but she felt better for being clean.

She bangs three times on the door to let Tigress know she was done.

Coriolanus holds a handkerchief to his sore shoulder as he enters his building.

A few notice but most of high society are too self-involved to even see the red on his shirt.

He walks up to the servant in the foyer who greets people as they arrive.

She looks shocked to see his state.

He spoke before she could.

"i need new bedsheets for the Snow penthouse"

"Master Snow, your shoulder! do you need medical attention sir?"

"i need new bed sheets" he pushes.

The young girl nods, knowing her place.

"I'll bring them up right away, Sir"

"I need them now".

She bows before she turns her back to him in order to fulfil his request. She disappears into the servant quarters, but comes rushing back with the fresh sheets.

She bows again as she hold them out to her and he swaps the sheets in her hand for a few coins.

He wouldn't say thank you to a lower member of society. But she wasn't a Avox like the majority of her co-workers so she could have his pocket change.

He was grateful to get a empty elevator. He rests against the back and sighs deeply. He was so tired, he could have gone to sleep right there.

Hearing the elevator ding at the top, Coriolanus put his game face back on.

He digs into his pocket for his keys but Tigress hears him approaching and yanks the door open before he finds them.

"Coriolanus", she breathes, "She's settled now. Will you let her out?".

She backs away from the door to let him enter, closing the door as he crosses the living room.

'We'll see, Tigress". letting her out was the last thing he wanted to do. He had only just got her and like a child with a new toy he wanted her all to himself.

Tigress follows him to his room and he spins around to stop her.

"I'll bring her out when she is ready" when he was ready, "We don't want to overwhelm her on her first day".

"Maybe I should go in" Tigress persisted.

Coriolanus shoves his shoulder forward as a reminder of this mornings events. Tigress eyes it with sympathy but she remained determined.

"We've seen how violent she can get when she feels threatened. She's district, Tigress. She's dangerous."

Tigress goes to make her argument but decision had already been made and Coriolanus unlocks the door before she could make much of a sound.

He was glad to see Mabel had taken a shower. She stood by the window, looking out, with clean skin and better smelling radiance. Her dress was still stained with mud, and damp from the shower but her boots were clean upon her feet again.

Having no hair tie her braid was loose and slowly coming apart. She looked liked the district girl he longed to see in his peacekeeper days.

But his aching shoulder overbore his weakened knees.

He throws the bed sheets on the end of the bed, taking the liberty to take his coat off as well. Giving no attention to Mabel, he walks into the bathroom to care for his injured shoulder.

Running hot water he take a wash cloth and daps away the blood. His shirt was ruined. There would be no way even the best dry cleaners would be able to lift the dried blood that ran from the shoulder to the arm of the shirt.

He had wanted to keep the shirt as a momentum. The day he got his girl and turned his back on district 12 forever. But now it was best to throw it away. It was better not to relight the anger he felt.

Mabel hung by the open door to see what he was doing. She looked proud of her work.

"How's your shoulder?" she bites.

"How's your cheek?" he snaps back.

He shuts off the water, reaching into the cupboard he pulls out adhesive bandage.

"You asked me before what you were here for. Well you're here for me", He throws the bandage package down and turn to face her, "You're here to please me".

A step forward had her leaning back into the bathroom door.

"And so far I am not pleased".

"Then take me back home".

Coriolanus shoves past her to the bedroom.

"You think there's home after this?".

He rumbles through his draws until he finds his favorite nightwear, in the mean time pulling out a pair of his white draws and a silk long sleeve pj shirt. It belonged to the first pair of quality nightwear he brought with the new money.

He used to sleep only in his draws, and he always felt as if it was a reminder that he went asleep poor. Now he had draws full of expensive nightwear. Slippers and robes to match.

He throws the old nightwear on the top of his dresser, finding his favorite pajama set for himself.

"There's no home after this". He yanks his dress shirt off, his shoulder throbbing from the movement, ''When you left district 12, you left it for good. So you need to reconsider your current behavior".

He throws his old pajama shirt and underpants at her. She catches them on reflex and holds them to her chest like a teddy bear.

"Put that on".

He cock twitched at the mere thought of her in his clothes.

"You can't do this. This isn't right". She fought him, he knew she would.

"we're in the Capital now. And if you don't want to end up in the Capital jail. I suggest you don't concern yourself with what's right and only with what you've been told. Put the clothes on".

"No, Thank you". She drops the clothes to the floor.

He felt his temper flare up. He was tired and sore. If a district girl thought she was going to disobey him, she had another thing coming.

"Let's make something very clear. Every second from here on out, your life is in danger. You're families lives are in danger"

He slams his draws shut agressivley and pins Mabel under his stare,

"You're lucky I didn't string that sister of yours up today. If you want to gamble with their lives to see how far you can push me fine. But my patience is shorter then a the efforts of phone call and a length of a rope".

He eyes the clothes on the floor and Mabel follows before they catch each others eyes once more.

"Take a roll"

Mabel does not. Instantly picking up the clothes and bundling them in her hands.

"Get dressed and change the bed sheets. You got them all dirty".

He dresses in the shared space, flinging his soft shirt on body and unbelting his pants.

Mabel scurries to the bathroom and dresses behind the closed door.

he had done by the time she reenters the room.

His breath gets caught in his throat. The shirt was two sizes too big for her, buttoned all the way to the top and stopping just below her hips. His pants hung lopsided. Buttoned on him, they fit snugly to his waist but the fabric bunched and folded at her hips. They were longer on her too, hitting her mid thigh.

At night in his bunk he used to take his pillow from under his head and press it to his side. It wasn't Lucy-grey he was imagining but Mabel dressed in nothing but his peacekeepers uniform shirt and her panties.

He paused to wonder if he still had his old uniform or if he could get his hands on one of the shirts without raising too many eyebrows.

She still held her old clothes and boots in her hands and he crossed over to her to take them.

He hold out his hands unable to form the words in his mouth. She understands what he wants and passes the clothes to him.

He bends down to pick up his own clothes and takes them to the bathroom where he send them flying down the laundry shoot. He would have to let the Avoxes know not to bother cleaning the dress or the shoes, to just chuck them away.

But he was too tired to send a memo down now. He didn't sleep at all on the train. He wondered if Mabel would sleep now after the news of her predicament.

Should he give her something quiet to do. She had only woke up a few hours ago.

He was too tired to even worry about that. She could sleep or she could lie awake.

He comes back out to see her changing the best sheets. He kicks the old sheets to the side, unable to go back to the laundry shoot as fresh sheets invited him in.

She was shaking the pillow hard to get it into its case. Slamming it down on the bed once its in. She were mad about something, he couldn't image what.

He takes the fresh pillow and falls into bed. Laying on his stomach, he shoves the pillow under his arms and rests his head.

"Lie down" he demands.

"I am not tired". She looked awkward in the far corner.

"I didn't ask if you were tired. I said lie down".

She makes her way over to the side of the bed, laying down on the edge.

He could have made a fuss about her distance but after nearly a year of pining she was as close as she's ever been.

"If I wake and find you've moved-"

Unexpectedly she cuts him off,

"I get it. Do what you want or my family hangs. I've lied down".

Coriolanus shuts his eyes and falls asleep almost immediately.

He feels like he had only shut his eyes for twenty minutes before banging on the door woke him. It was Tigress announcing dinner.

The twenty minutes must have been a few hours.

Still he could feel the weight of her on the bed next to him. When he flexed his hand he could feel the soft material of her shirt. He must have reached out to her in his sleep and she kept it there.

He keeps his eyes shut ignoring the sound but bunching up her shirt in his fist.

Now knowing that he was awake, she shook his sore shoulder and his eyes shot open in pain.

"sorry" He could tell she wasn't, "Did you hear about the food?."

She look hopeful at him. Apart from the crackers she had nothing to eat for the past 24 hours.

He sighed and rose reluctantly from the bed. It was time to swap needs. He had no sleep on the train, she had no food.

He couldn't let Tigress and Grandam'am see her in his clothes like this. Not yet at least, and at the very most not at the dinner table. maybe as she went from his bedroom to the kitchen for water one time. But dinner was a formal affair. It had been that way even when they were poor.

He goes to his closet and takes out a dressing gown. Black with elaborate detailing and tells her to wrap it around herself.

He undresses in front of her casually. Trying to get her used to the sight. After all this time, he wasn't waiting.

He pulls on simple black pants and a white shirt. It would do for dinner. Going then to his shoe closet, he pulls out the first black pair he sees and a pair of brown socks.

Sitting on the edge of the bed he struggles to put them on with one hand. His shoulder pounded and he felt it was too stiff to move that far.

He kicks his feet in frustration.

"Help me" he commanded.

Mabel goes to the floor in front of him with a smug look. Pulling his socks on his feet.

He takes the time to lecture her.

"You embarrassed me this morning. You're not to do it again".

She starts with the shoes, yanking them on and tying them up.

"When we go out there you are to behave if you are to be fed."

She rises as he does. His hands go out to her robes ties and he pulls it tighter in case it shows what's underneath.

''Keep what we discussed between us. No one but me and you need to know why you're here".

"Tigress tells me that you said you saved me. Is every one here that stupid or do we need to think of a better lie?".

He smacks her on the same cheek as the captain did.

"i wouldn't be insulting anyone else's intelligence if you thought I was going to let that pass".

He takes her shoulders into his arms and presses her against him. His sore shoulder shook slightly in pain from the effort.

"What was it that you said? You get it. Do as I say or your family hangs?".

Mabel nods her head, "You saved me from district 12".

He knew his girl was smart.

He lets go of her and she follows him to the door.

Coriolanus hadn't realized he was in fact hungry. But as he smelt what the chef was cooking in his kitchen, he felt his stomach twist in hunger.

He enters the dinning room with Mable following to see Tigress and Grandam'am there already.

"Mabel!" Tigress greets, her hands finding their way to Mabel's face.

Coriolanus looks between the two, standing close.

"Tigress" she returns with affection.

Tigress eyes the robe but doesn't make a comment instead they land back to the reddened cheek.

"Oh dear. Your cheek looks sore. I Have some cream that will help".

Coriolanus felt himself getting irritated at Tigress. He wanted to be the one she greeted affectionally. He wanted to be the one to place the cream upon her face. Tigress was only suppose to care for her when Coriolanus wasn't around.

"After dinner, Tigress". He removes her hands from Mabel's face.

They all agree and Mabel follows Tigress to the dinner table. Where a four delicious bowl of soup sat around a steaming loaf of bread. A knife for carving sat along side of the board and Mabel imaged grabbing it. But to what effort she thought. He had already taken a knife from her once before.

She choose the seat next to Tigress, leaving Coriolanus to sit across from her and next to Grandma'am.

'She's not eating here" Grandma'am was already at the dinner table, waiting.

Mabel shoots up from her seat unsure of what was expected of her. Tigress scolds her Grandma'ams name.

"maids eat in the kitchen". Grandma'am finishes, looking around the room as if she was the only sane one.

"She's not a maid, Grandma'am. She's a guest" Coriolanus places a hand on his grandmothers arm in comfort.

"I'll eat in the kitchen" Mabel offers. It would be more comfortable for her anyway.

Coriolanus, tired, hungry and sore slammed his hand down upon the table. He was head of the Snow house. He decided where people ate, what they ate and even if they could eat it.

It wasn't lost on Grandma'am who quieted imminently. She remembered the wrath of his fathers temper. The apple didn't fall far from the tree.

"Sit" he seethed, and Mabel retook her seat.

He got up and started to cut the bread in a silent room. He dishes first to Grandam'am, then to tigress and then finally to Mabel and himself.

Retaking his seat, he begins to eat and Mabel takes it as a sign that she could too. She dishes it into her mouth in big bites. She had never had anything so grand. Most of the soups back home were mostly water.

She sees butter on the table and spreads it thickly on her bread. At this point she notices the stares of her dinner partners.

"Sorry" she felt oddly embarrassed, "there's not a lot of food in the districts".

"Well there is plenty here. Slow down" Coriolanus insisted.

Grandma'am scoffs but the dinner resumes after that.

Mabel finishes before the rest but Coriolanus wasn't far behind. She takes another piece of bread while waiting for the others and hides it in a napkin and sticks it in her robe pocket.

Once they were done, Coriolanus rang a bell and two maids and a chef with a tray come out. They take the empty plates while the Chef dishes out new ones. This course had meat and potato's. Mabel couldn't believe while people back home had to ration scraps, people here had a warm up meal.

One of the maids reaches to take the bread and Mabel launch's her hands on top of it.

"It's ok". Mabel could feel Tigress hand on her back.

"Leave it" Coriolanus demanded and the maid did. Mabel was pretty sure he was talking to her.

He eyes her from across the table, silently telling her to behave.

"thank you" Mabel looks up to the chef putting the food in front of her but he says nothing in return. But his jaw twitches as he looks for his tongue.

They leave as quickly as they come and the family digs into the second course. Mabel makes effort to take smaller bites but the meat melts in her mouth.

"So Tigress" Coriolanus tries to ease the atmosphere, "I spoke to the constructor, he said he could have the fitting done by Tuesday and the painting done by Friday. You could move in after that".

"Friday!" Tigress spat her potato out, "I haven't even got half the designs done".

Coriolanus shrugs his shoulders.

"You could always outsource".

Tigress frows her eyebrows at him, "my shop will have my designs" she brings her hands to her face, "Friday", she smiles, "i can have it done by Friday".

"You make clothes?" Mabel asks biting into her potato. It makes Coriolanus wince.

Tigress nods her head enthusiastically. "I've wanted my own shop before i could even remember. Coriolanus brought me one for my birthday".

Coriolanus straightens his back. It was one of his proudest achievements.

"i could sew for you" Mabel offered. Coriolanus made it clear that she wasn't going anywhere any time soon. Perhaps if she made friends with Tigress, she could use her to escape back home.

"You can? do you make your own things back home?" Tigress asks.

Mabel shakes her head no.

"i sew peacekeepers uniforms. I could help hem and stich at least. You can show me what you want done otherwise. I am a fast learner".

Coriolanus agreed she was a fast learner. She settled nicely into her new life here.

Mabel pauses as she brings another forkful to her mouth.

"You were a peacekeeper" her fork dropped to the plate, 'back in 12. I remember seeing you with Lucy-grey the night of Mayfair's murder".

So she did see him. he wasn't a ghost to her. Still he wondered if it was better if he had been.

He gets up from his chair, moving over to pour himself a drink from the liquor tray.

She shoots Tigress a worried look.

"i wasn't accusing anything, I was just saying" She told Tigress.

'No. You would have to be insane to accuse me of anything" Coriolanus spat.

"she wasn't" Tigress came to Mabel's defense, "yes. He was a peacekeeper in 12 for a short period of time. That must be were he heard you were in danger".

Mabel bites her lips to stop the words from tumbling out.

Coriolanus could see her fight to keep the secret they shared in. He dashes back to the table and rings the bell again.

The maids come in and Coriolanus reaches for Mabel in her chair, pulling her up.

"We won't bother with desert or tea. We've both had a long journey from district 12 and should rest".

Mabel takes the bread off the table, and Coriolanus snatches it back.

''leave it" he barked. Its thrown on the table and the maid takes it.

'Oh and why not. She's made herself quite at home in your dressing gown. Eating our food off our dinner table". grandma'am was more livid then he had ever seen her, yet he still ignored her, dragging Mabel back to the safety of a locked door.

She tears herself from him, sitting back on the bed. He wanted to join her. Still tired.

But he had class tomorrow which means he had homework for that class tonight. Much like the Academy he was top of his class. He wasn't going to let that change for a few more hours of sleep.

"Can you read?" he asks her going to his study desk.

"a little".

"What's a little?" he reaches for a book in the draw.

"Signs and things. Mine and my families names."

He closes the draw without the book. It would be too advanced for her. Instead he tears off a piece of paper and grab a pen before walking over to her.

"Can you spell Coriolanus?".

She shuffles over as he sits on the bed next to her.

'Co-r-i-o-l-an-us" He demonstrates the letters to her. Prior to handing her the pen and paper. His neat cursive hand writing splayed across the top.

'Do that". He instructs, going back over to his desk to complete his homework.

She uses the bed side table as she traces over his name. Feeling confident she could do it, she then practices on her own.

CO she looks back to what's next, RIL.

Her hand writing was scribble compared to his. She looked over to him hunched over a book writing. It came naturally to him. He had filled out two whole pages before she had gotten half way through her first.

CORIOAANUS

COIRO

CORIOLANUS.

He slumps back into his chair just as she had gotten it right without looking. He tidies his desk, placing his homework in his satchel so he wouldn't forget it.

The book thumps closed, and he walks back over to Mabel. He grabs the paper overlooking her work.

"Co-r-i-o-lanus" he repeats, "well done".

He gives the paper back to her.

"Let's get ready for bed".

He unbuttons his shirt as he walks back to where his pajamas were left. He undresses in front of her once more, finding taking off his shoes easier then putting them on.

Back in his Pajamas he turns to see her looking at the wall, still in her dressing gown.

'Come on" he calls and leads the way to the bathroom. He brushes his teeth. Spitting in the sink he can see her behind him in the mirror, watching him.

He reapplies the toothpaste to his brush and offers it to Mabel. Who refuses to take it.

If his shoulder hadn't been sore he would have forced the brush into her mouth, but she was sure to break free from his injured hold.

he pushes the brush again. His eyebrows raised in expectation.

She does take it this time, looking at it hesitantly before plopping it in her mouth. It seemed intimate to be sharing your captives toothbrush.

She brushes quickly and places the toothbrush back to were she saw him get it from. He reaches back into the cabinet he pulls out a small white bottle. She flinches as he applies the ointment to her cheek. He does it quickly and places the bottle back to the cupboard.

With a hold on her shoulders, he pushes her back out into the bedroom directing her to the foot of the bed.

He takes off the dressing gown from around her and puts it on himself, feeling the weight in his pocket. He puts his hand in, pulling out the bread wrapped in napkin.

He sighs but supposed he would have done the same if he wasn't sure of the circumstances.

"Get into bed" he tells her.

With the wrapped napkin, he goes back outside. he felt giddy to be feeling her warmth around him. She would warm his shirts for him before work now, warm his bed at night and his lap on occasion.

It was late and the house was quiet.

He walks into the clean kitchen and puts the kettle on, throwing out the scrap of bread. There was a time were the thought would have repulsed him. But now as he throws out bread, he reaches for Tea.

Bending down he take out a small container of pill from the bottom cabinet. From his peacekeeping days. They used to give them to the soldiers to help them sleep in a storage room filled with a hundred other men.

Coriolanus still took them when he couldn't get his mind to stop. He knew they worked well.

He uses the back of a spoon and crushes the pill into dust. The kettle whistles at him, and he takes it off the heat, pouring it over the tea leaves.

He scoops the dust into a fine white tea cup and dissolves it with the hot tea. He pour another cup for himself. She would never drink it if she didn't see him drinking it to.

"Coriolanus is that you?" He hears Tigress call out and he shoves the pills back into the bottom draw.

'What is it Tigress?". She appears in the door way behind him.

"what are you doing?" She asks. She was dressed in her mothers old dressing gown. She wore it for comfort.

"making tea".

She nods, "i've made up the spare room for Mabel. She must be tired. I've also put some clothes in there for her."

"Mabel won't be sleeping in the spare room. We can share my room. She's too dangerous to be left alone".

The cousins share a tense silence.

"Coriolanus, do you plan to harm that girl?". Her words were slow, unsure of herself as she accused him.

"No more then I plan to harm you or Grandma'am".

Play your role, stay under his protection.

"This isn't you, Coryo". She places a hand on his arm but it gave him no comfort.

It was more him then he ever felt.

"Tigress, your shop opens in a week. Focus on that and leave my business to me".

"Not if you're going to hurt that poor girl". Her hand is retracted from him. He had moments were he was no longer her Coryo but a enemy she didn't know.

"Do you like your life here Tigress? no longer battling for food, no longer working under someone else, struggling to pay rent. I gave you that. I told you, I am not going to hurt her. But you won't tell me what I am to do with her, If you can't accept that perhaps you and Grandam'am are better of elsewhere".

He takes the teas and returns back to his bedroom, leaving Tigress reeling in the bedroom. She had not gotten into bed as directed but taken a pillow and throw off his bed and settled on the floor.

It didn't matter. She was going to be asleep within two minutes.

'here" he says passing her the white cup.

"What is it?" she asks but takes it from his hands.

"Peppermint tea. It's a capital dessert".

He sits on the end of the bed with his and takes a sip. She follow suit and must have really liked it as she gulps it down in seconds.

He supposed she would have been dehydrated. He didn't offer any water with dinner.

She lays back against the night stand with the cup pressed to her chest. She was beginning to feel funny. Her breathing slowed and her eyes stung from being kept open.

Her eye lids drooped and she relaxes back on the floor. He leans forward to take her cup before it smashed to the floor, seeing it come loose in her grasp. She looks at him through her eye lashes suspecting before they close all together.

Placing the cup on the night stand, he picks Mabel up from her nest and places her on the bed.

She looked unreal after all this time. Her freshly washed hair sprawled around her. Framing her pretty face. He took time to examine her all. Her long dark eyelashes and pretty pink lips just waiting to be kissed.

He used to love watching her hang the uniforms out in the sun. The sun bouncing off her figure as she bent and rose. He always thought she had the longest legs he had ever seen but realized she was quite short up close.

All the other peacekeepers would talk about her too. "Is the pretty one working today".

Coriolanus was forced to swallow the jealousy he felt when they referred to her as the 'pretty one'. He hated them referring to her at all.

Coriolanus never thought he would ever get this close. Not this soon at least. He remembered a night while he was mopping the hallways and two drunk peacekeepers had returned from their night off, re-dirtying his hard labor.

"Did you see the pretty washer there tonight! HEW-E. She's prettier when she's flushed from dancing".

Coriolanus stopped his mopping to see if they had anymore to say about her.

"Next time I am going to dance with her!". The peacekeeper swayed in the hallway, dancing with himself.

"Dressing in the uniform she's washed is the closest you ever going to get to her!" the other Peacekeeper roared back in laughter.

The words had stung him as if they were directed at him, and a joked shared between two friends.

"You're wrong" He spat out.

"What?" the drunken mate turned back.

Coriolanus cleared his throat. "I said it's warm".

Now here she was. Beneath him. Laying so beautiful in her deep sleep.

She was so pretty and now within his reach.

Coriolanus shifts her more to the middle and climbs on top of her. He could have a taste, surely. Just a small sample for his hard work and patience getting her here. He wait until she was awake to deleverage in the main course.

He unbuttons his pants on her, pulling them and her panties down to her ankles. His shirt is the next to go. He unbuttons it from bottom to top, leaving it cast off her chest. She only had a small breasts so only bothered with a bra when occasion called for it. If she had known she was going to be taken she would have bothered with a bra that day but Coriolanus luck would have it that she didn't.

She was bare beneath him and he wanted to feel her skin against his so he took off his pajamas, leaving them in a neat pile next to him.

His shoulder ached from keeping his weight off Mabel. But mixed with his arousal it felt almost good.

He lowers himself so he could feel her skin against his. He was larger by a mile, his whole body overtook her.

He starts with a kiss against dead lips before grabbing his member and stoking himself over her. His sore shoulder bore the weight.

He starts slow, moving his hand running it over his head and down to his balls a couple of time. He circles his shaft with his thumb, taking one of her breasts in his mouth at the same time.

He circles the nipple with his tongue as circles his shaft. He bites gently down into her skin once he has had enough and returns to his pumping motion.

Coming undone to the thought of her is nothing new. But seeing her beneath him willing to take whatever he had to give, brought out a more vocal side of himself.

He huffed and puffed, groaned and sputtered as he moved.

He rested his head upon her shoulder. She smelt like him but remained with certain amount of sweetness of herself.

It was her smell that threw him off his resolve to contain himself for a longer period. She smelt perfect to him.

He moans as he spills out over her and he aim himself at her stomach. The white sticky cum leaks over her stomach.

He would wash her again, redress her and tuck her in. Tomorrow she would no know different.

He lets out a small laugh, kissing above her collarbone. His pretty girl. All his, his, his.

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Did you see the videos of Harry at the airport in Barcelona (I think?)? I hate people pushing and yelling for his attention ugh. But I got an idea for a fic. Plus size reader happens to be at the airport at the wrong time and gets pushed because of these people,Harry sees that and just goes into protective mode, they get to know each other and fluff at the end? Or his gf getting pushed and falling down and protective Harry

Anyways sorry if all of this doesn't make sense. English isn't my first language 🙈 but I love your style of writing and got this idea and just had to share it with you

The Battle in Barcelona

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: a couple of curse words, but other than that, it's tame.

a/n: thank you so much for this ask, my friend! it absolutely made sense, and i appreicate you thinking of me to write this.

i absolutely did see the videos. totally heartbreaking. as much as i'll miss him, our boy needs a break, and i'm so happy that he's got that coming up soon. he's so kind and generous to his fans, and i know a lot of us get that and appreciate him for it, but there are also people who just use it as an opportunity to take even more and it just makes me so angry. anyways, i'm going to get off my soapbox and let you read what i came up with now. i hope you like it! 🖤

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As your car traveled the streets of Barcelona, your head rested on Harry’s shoulder, your fingers intertwined. You could tell by his soft breaths that he was drifting off to sleep, so you kept silent, just enjoying being next to him.

Love on Tour would be coming to an end in just over a week, and his multi-year hectic schedule was starting to catch up with him. He was moving a little slower, his eyes puffy and worn from lack of sleep, and he was spending more of his free time in the hotel as opposed to exploring the cities he was visiting. You knew that he had loved every second of the past few years, but he was definitely ready to slow down for a while.

As you approached the airport, you heard the driver let out a whistle of surprise. You lifted your head to take a look out the front windshield. There was a large crowd of people on the sidewalk waiting for Harry.

You took a deep breath before squeezing his hand gently and kissing him on the cheek. “Baby, I’m so sorry, time to wake up and turn it on.”

You brushed a stray curl across his forehead as his eyes fluttered open. He smiled softly at you before taking a look out the window. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath. Harry loved his fans, and he would take any opportunity to greet them and thank them for their support, but he could already tell that this crowd would be difficult.

As your car approached, you disconnected your hand from Harry’s and slid to the opposite side of the backseat. He gave you an apologetic smile, you shrugged in reply. Because of Harry’s desire to keep his personal life private, you knew that he would want his distance in front of this many people, you understood and were fine with it.

You respected Harry’s wishes, but moments like this made it hard, you knew he was tired and that the walk into the airport was going to be a struggle for him, and you wanted nothing more than to be by his side and hold his hand through it.

“I’ll get out on this side and walk around. I’ll meet you inside.” You tell him.

He reaches over, brushing his index finger against the back of your hand. “You sure you’ll be alright?”

“Of course,” you assure him. “I’m a big girl, I can hold my own.” You pat your stomach with a smile.

“Y/N.” Harry says in a warning tone. He loves your sense of humor, except when you turn it on yourself in a self deprecating manor.

“Sorry,” you smile sheepishly. “How about this then? I’ve held my own in my fair share of mosh pits, I can throw them bows with the best of ‘em.” He chuckles softly, a genuine grin growing on his face. “There he is. Now hold onto that for just a couple of minutes, and I’ll see you on the other side.”

“I love you so much,” he says softly.

“I love you too, always.” You say with a wink as the car comes to a stop.

Before security can get Harry’s door open, you slip out the other side. You walk around the back of the car and watch as his door opens. He is immediately swarmed by people yelling and shoving photos and markers in his face. His security and the local police are doing their best to push them off, but they are relentless. Even Harry is pleading with them to back away, but it falls on deaf ears.

Despite the rush of the crowd, Harry still takes the time to greet a fan in a wheelchair, signing an album for him and chatting for a brief moment. As you watch on, your worry morphs into awe of this amazing, selfless man.

You’re so lost in the moment that you don’t realize that one of the officers assigned to crowd control has corralled you into the crowd of onlookers. As Harry finishes with the fan and pushes through the rest of the people, you snap back to the present and begin moving through the crowd yourself.

As you reach the end of the mob, you’re held back by one of the officers. “No, I’m with them.” You insist, stepping forward only to be shoved back a little harder than needed, with a stern ‘no’ from the officer.

You watch as Harry turns the corner, your mind racing. You know they won’t leave without you, Harry will notice you’re not there and send security, or someone else from the entourage to retrieve you. But the worry starts to sink in as you find yourself being engulfed back into the masses.

You fight your way back to the front of the crowd, stopped in front of the same officer that stopped you before. You keep your eyes locked on the corner Harry had turned. Before long, you see him rushing back out of the airport, his eyes moving frantically, no doubt trying to find you.

“Harry!” You shout, hoping to catch his attention as your voice gets drowned out by the cries and yells from everyone else.

His eyes lock on yours, his expression panicked as he rushes back toward the crowd. As the fans and autograph-seekers reach for him, he grabs the officer holding you back on the shoulder tugging roughly. “She’s with me,” he shouts aggressively, grabbing your hand and rushing back into the airport.

He’s practically running, his hand gripping yours tighter than he ever had, afraid of losing you again. As soon as you both turn the corner, and find yourselves away from prying eyes, Harry stops and turns, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and pulling you into him, kissing the top of your head. “I’m so sorry, angel. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine Harry, promise.” You assure him, rubbing his back softly. “You didn’t have to come back for me, you could have just sent one of the guys.”

“Absolutely not.” He said in a clipped tone. “You’re my girl, it is my job to protect you and keep you safe. I’ve already failed at that once tonight.” You heard his voice waiver, followed by a barely audible sniffle. He was definitely crying.

You pulled away, looking up at his misty eyes just as a single tear broke free and rolled down his cheek. “Harry,” you said softly, placing your hands on his cheeks, wiping away the rogue drop with your thumb. “It’s okay, I’m okay.”

He places his hands over yours, which are still rested on his face. He pulls them off and brings them to his lips. You see a swarm of emotions in his eyes; sad, tired, apologetic. Your heart is breaking for him.

“Come here,” you lead him over to a nearby seating area, guiding him down into a chair. “Talk to me Harry, what’s going on.”

He stays silent for a moment, trying to organize his thoughts. He lets out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. “If something had happened to you out there, it would have been my fault.”

“Hey,” you furrow your brow. “First of all, nothing happened to me, so there’s no point in sitting here worrying about it, especially with everything you’ve got going on. Second of all, it one hundred percent would not have been your fault.”

“It’s just…” Harry pauses. “I appreciate my fans, I do…”

“Harry,” you stop him. “Those weren’t your fans. Sure, there were a couple of them there, but they were easy to spot because they were being respectful of you and your space. The rest of them were just paps and autograph sellers. They were there to make money, they didn’t give a shit about you, they were on the clock.”

Harry nods in understanding. His tormented gaze slowly begins to soften. “How are you so good at this?” You give him a questioning look. “I brought you into all of this, the crazy mobs, the gossip, everything, and you haven’t let it get to you at all.”

“Because I love you,” you shrugged. “If that’s the stuff I have to put up with to be with you, then I’ll put up with it with a smile on my face, because the reward of getting to be by your side is worth it.”

Harry surged forward, crashing his lips against yours, unable to express in words just how much your words mean to him. He pulls away, cupping your cheek tenderly. “I can’t wait until next week. I won’t have to worry about shows, you and I are going to disappear from the world, and I’m going to be able to thank you properly for being the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“By sleeping for a week straight?” You arch a brow. “Because that’s what you’re going to need more than anything.”

“As long as you’re sleeping next to me.”

“No place I’d rather be.” You smirk.

He pulls you in for another kiss, this one cut short when you hear them call Harry to board the plane. He stands first, offering his hand to you. You take it happily and he leads you out to the tarmac.

You and Harry settle in side by side. You let out a small laugh as you wait for the plane to take off.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asks you.

“Nothing,” you chuckle again. “I was just thinking, I survived the great Break Stuff wall of death of 2017, but almost got taken out by a couple of Harry Styles groupies. I think being with you is making me go soft.”

“Funny,” he huffs a laugh. “You have quite the opposite effect on me.” He looks at you with an arched brow and a smug smirk. You slap his chest playfully, your face going bright red at his comment.

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