#bounding lovingly towards me for a treat

[sidetongue]

had to do a double take, this looked so much like miller

#still stabs me in the heart randomly #i cried at work yesterday #because we had a yellow dog lol #she was not yellow due to lepto #she was yellow due to chronic liver failure #but i miss my yellow dog #miss the days before she was yellow #miss the days when she was like this #bounding lovingly towards me for a treat #not a care in the world #not a pain in her body #why couldnt she be like that for a little longer #moby #manny #dogs

[gojipink]

saying sorry 4 dummies

ஐ ft. childe, diluc, xiao

ஐ summary. how they say sorry in their own way after an argument!

ஐ warnings. none, SFW, fem!reader

childe 

he stands at the doorway swallowing a little thickly at the sight of you unmoving from your spot on the couch, eyes glued to your book. 

normally, you would bound over to him with a big smile and plant a kiss on his lips to welcome him home but the two of you are still in the recovering phase after an enormous fight, a fight that left a few scars and bleeding hearts. 

“h-hi baby…um i got us some dinner!” 

you look up at him with a little smile, “oh thanks, what’d you get?” 

“i got us a whole peking duck and some veggie side dishes,” he states rather proudly holding up the bags for you to see.

“a pek- ajax that's so expensive?!” you gasp out standing from your spot on the couch, walking over to him peeking inside the plastic bags.

“yeah well…i don’ know,” he starts a little sheepishly, “i just wanted to have a nice meal with you after well…y’know…i just wanted to treat my girl, is all…” 

you sigh before softly laughing, taking a to-go bag from him, “thank you,” leaning up to press a lingering kiss to his cheek, “it smells delicious. i'll set these up on some plates while you get ready?” 

his eyes close at the feeling of your lips on his skin, feeling the gap the argument created between the two of you slowly begin to close. he nods wordlessly at your suggestion, not yet fully trusting his voice to sound steady, before hurrying into the bedroom to change and wash up. 

you begin to set the table, putting plates and drinks at you and childe’s designated seating spots at the little round table across from each other. 

coming back out from the bedroom, childe watches you for a second with soft eyes as you stand in the kitchen transferring the food onto big plates. walking towards you, he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his chest firmly against your back while he rests his cheek against the crown of your head.

“honey, it's a little difficult to move with you pressing on me like this,” you voice, though you dont try to wiggle out of his hold, actually leaning back further into him. 

he pouts to himself but doesn't move an inch until you're handing him a plate to take over to the table. 

after all the food has been placed neatly in the middle, you both sit down in your usual spots.

glancing up at him you offer him a little appreciative smile, “thank you for dinner, babe, it looks really good!” 

childe smiles at you and although you two have sat in this arrangement for ages now, he can't help but feel miles away from you. sliding his dinner plate and drink over to the chair next to you, you giggle at him knowing he’s feeling a little clingy.

“what are you doing, ajax?” you laugh at him

settling into the chair he places a hand on your thigh, his thumb lovingly caressing your skin, knees touching. 

“just wanna be close to you, princess,” he shoots you his classic boyish grin before spooning some food onto his plate. gathering some duck and veggies and folding it all in the wrap, he holds it out to you. 

“say ahhh”

diluc 

he stares at the splayed pile of paperwork on his desk, words blurring and blending together while he sits, zoned out. his own mind torturing him by replaying your disappointed and upset expression over and over again. the argument was small, nothing more than a small frustrated spat between lovers. though, it affects diluc all the same. 

diluc tried to fix it then, tried to apologize immediately at the sight of your downcasted eyes. But before he could get a word out, you mumbled that you needed some air and walked out the mansion, leaving him to stew in his own anxiety. 

heaving a heavy sigh, he tosses the reports onto his desk and slumps back into the backrest of his chair, bringing a hand up to rub at his tired eyes. he just wants you to be home. wants you to be by his side and smiling at him and talking about your day with him. wants to hold you close and tell you he’s sorry for unloading any frustration and any stress onto you when you didn't deserve it. 

a knock at his office doors breaks him out of his turbulent thoughts.

“come in…” he sighed, thinking it must be elzar coming in with something work related. however, when you quietly slip into his office, he immediately stands in surprise, the legs of the chair loudly scraping against the hardwood floors. 

“darling-” 

“i um…i just wanted to bring you something to eat.” you say softly, placing a little to-go box on his desk. “i know you probably haven't eaten yet today, so i thought i would bring you something after strolling around the city…” 

coming around the corner of his desk, his heart melts at your simple yet caring gesture, “that's very kind, my love, thank you.” 

“and um…” looking up at him a little shyly, “i just wanted to say im sorry for, well, earlier. i shouldn’t have gotten so upset and i shouldn’t have just left like that.” 

“nonono, love,” hastily he closes the distance between you two, his hands coming up to rub at your shoulders, “you don't need to apologize. i’m the one who needs to be saying sorry. i shouldn’t have taken any sort of frustration out on you, you didn’t deserve that.”  

giving him a small thankful smile, you reach up to press a sweet kiss to his lips which he happily reciprocates. 

“to be honest, i don't know what we were even arguing about,” you whispered after pulling an inch away. he smiles and rests his forehead on yours, eyes closing to bask in your presence, “i don't either.” 

heart two hundred times lighter than it was when you walked in, you pull away from him smiling, “well, i shall leave you to work then, ‘luc.”

catching your hand before you fully turn away from him, his face suddenly dusted a light pink.

“actually, darling, i was wondering if you wanted to stay? here in the office, i mean. with me. while i work.” 

you look at him with amusement in your eyes as diluc ineloquently stumbles out his request, an extremely rare sight. 

lacing your fingers with his, you step forward to plant a chaste kiss to his cheek, “i would love nothing more.” 

xiao 

his time with you is so short. he’s hyper aware of that fact. his time with you is too short to be wasted on arguments and silent treatments or have any kind of lingering tension. xiao doesn't have that much experience when it comes to dealing with humans or forming a relationship with one, much less a romantic relationship with one. 

he shifts his weight from one foot to the other watching your figure walk across a shorter neighboring mountain top. he sighs to himself thinking back to earlier this morning when the two of you were engaged in a flurry of heated exchanges. xiao didn’t mean to take it as far as he did, didn't mean it like that when he called you weak, didnt mean to make you worry when he suddenly disappeared for a week straight. didnt mean to make matters worse when he had to leave abruptly in the middle of the argument because someone called his name. 

“you could’ve at least given me some kind of sign! a note, a messenger, anything!” your voice becoming a little raised, your concern for him being overtaken by frustration.

“i didn't realize that that would be necessary,” he said lowly, patience quickly wearing thin. 

“you were suddenly gone for an entire week! what else was i supposed to think other than the worst?”

“im not as weak as you!” he shot back, anger lacing his words.

“that’s not my even my point-” you tried to start before he continued.

“i’ve been doing this long before you even existed, i never thought i would have to report my every action to anyone!” 

“xiao,” you sighed, hands coming up to roughly comb through your hair, “im your-”

he suddenly looks away, eyes alert like something else has grabbed his attention. he hesitantly glances at you and you realize someone must be calling his name. scoffing, your hands drop to your side as you turn away from him, “go.”

“y/n-” he sighed

“you need to go, right? go. ill be…” you loosely gesture to the space around you, “here. so, go.” 

upon finishing up the errand that took him away from you, he now observes as you collect qingxin flowers most likely for a small commission to keep yourself busy. looking at the ground of the mountain top he currently stands, he notices an abundance of qingxin flowers and begins to collect a handful. he wants to apologize, he knows he needs to. it wasn't fair that you were left in the dark and if the situation was reversed, he knows he would’ve gone to the edges of teyvat to find you. 

in the midst of picking a flower, a familiar haze of green smoke flashes before xiao appears in front of you. 

“hi,” you say coolly, continuing to pick flowers while barely giving him so much as a glance, “what are you doing here?”

“i…” he hesitates not knowing how to proceed, “i thought i heard you call my name.” the tips of his ears flush red at his obvious lie.

you hum in acknowledgement, “i didn’t.” 

“oh. well- here.” he thrusts the little bouquet of flowers towards you, “i thought i could help.” 

looking at him and the flowers in surprise, you carefully take the bundle before putting it in your basket, “oh. thank you, that actually helps a lot.” 

turning around to begin your descent down the mountain, xiao follows in silence. 

“y/n, i…” he falters when you look at him, waiting for him to finish his thought. 

his mouth opens and closes, his words failing him.

you sigh and look away for a brief moment before looking back at him with a soft expression, “its okay, xiao. i get it.” 

“i'll do better,” he declares, those three words symbolizing all his thoughts. im sorry. i didn’t mean to. i’ll try harder next time. 

you smile at him for the first time in what he feels like is ages, his shoulders finally relaxing. 

“thank you,” you whisper to him before taking his hand in yours, “y’know, maybe i did call for you.” 

his head snaps to yours, “you did?” 

you look back at him with a teasing glint in your eye, “must’ve been missing you so much that my heart called out for you to hear.” 

cheeks dusted pink, he nods his head in agreement. 

#goji's.thots˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #childe #childe x reader #diluc #diluc x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #childe₊˚⊹♡ #diluc₊˚⊹♡ #xiao°ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

[scarahours]

"how long will it take for you to give up on me?"

- in which you ask him just how long it'll take for your autumn love to completely fall apart. [ANGST]

characters: kazuha, zhongli, scaramouche (separately) x gn! reader

part two here!

Being in love with kazuha was like living in a fairytale fantasy. He gave you butterflies, treated you like royalty and showered you with nothing but love and adoration.

He would cook up breakfast for the both of you as you prepared the plates in your shared dining room. He wrote poems, sang songs and serenaded you all day long during your rare off days of work. It made you wonder really, how did I end up with such a perfect man?

And to think that a few months ago this was your daily life - your daily routine with him. You were the perfect picture couple, an artist and his beloved muse. But when you heard him mutter his ex's name at night, you completely shattered. You thought it was going so well, you thought that he'd finally gotten over her. Sure - she was his first love, but he promised to you that you were the last. Did he not?

You haven't had the courage to confront him about it - no, not when he calls out your name ever so lovingly. As if he wasn't seeing the reflection of his first love in you.

Kazuha, how long must this go on?

You sat at the front of your porch, nearing 12 midnight. Your husband was late, again.

For the past few weeks he'd been avoiding you after you two had a fight regarding his tendencies to turn a blind eye to women openly flirting with him. Zhongli was nice, way too nice - and you knew that. It was exactly how he'd made his way inside your heart without you knowing.

But sometimes there's a limit to how nice one should be. Instead of politely shooting them down, he'd offer a small smile and walk away, pretending like he'd never heard them. And you'd think they'd be discouraged at this but no - they took it as a sign to keep going.

And you could only stand idly by, with rage and insecurities building up inside you. Zhongli expressed his intent to keep your relationship hidden so as to not distract your work life balance while in the office with him. But when you saw the way a co-worker loosened the buttons of her uniform and rubbed up against him, the damn broke and all hell broke loose.

Needless to say you got a three week suspension from HR and was ordered to work at home for the time being, with nobody to talk to and keep you company - your own intrusive thoughts began to stir up an emotion that you had never felt. Not since you got together with Zhongli, fear.

Fear of being abandoned, fear of being cast aside once he realizes that you weren't good enough for him. Fear of being shunned by the man you loved the most.

And so you wait.

You wait and wait until the sun began to rise, and you realize.

He was never coming home.

You knew that the both of you were never bound to last forever.

Really, you should've listened to your parents' when they expressed their clear distaste towards Scaramouche from the start.

"He's not good for you!"

"He can't provide for you! He ran away from home at such a young age, he'll end up nowhere!"

Those mocking words haunted him every night, like a broken record that played on and on inside his head. It was like living in his old house again, where he was suffocated and neglected. A prisoner of expectations.

So when he had first asked you to cut off contact with your parents, you were beyond bewildered and mad. You ended up screaming at him and stormed out of the house. How could he? Those people were your parents, for fucks sakes they raised and loved you! Provided you with everything, and supported you throughout the way! And he's making you cut them off because of what?

Because they don't like him? But you do! So why does it even matter? In the end it's your choice to stay with him.

But this stubborn and hard-headed attitude of yours is exactly why the two of you drifted away. You couldn't see the way your parents looked at him with scornful eyes, refusing to accept him as a part of their family. You couldn't see how they belittled him for not being able to prove anything. And whenever he tried confronting you about how he felt and how he'd been treated, you brushed it off and refused to listen. You thought it was okay if you loved him - but it wasn't.

It never was.

So he buried himself in work, aiming to rise to the top. To feel like he was finally worth something. So he could proudly stand beside you, the one who's always accepted him - even at his lowest. It wasn't that he wanted recognition from your parents, no. Right..?

Scaramouche doesn't say it. But you know it deep within your heart that it has been long since he's given up on you.

A gift for my beloved @p0000pman69420 @sunizome @catsfavoriteperson @c0nn0rv8 @justanacorn <3 I don't appreciate y'all ganging up on me so have fun reading this!

To sona: I'm gonna make a fluff fic for u i swear

#genshin fic #genshin x reader #genshin au #genshin modern au #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin x gn reader #genshin angst #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli #kazuha #kazuha x reader

[nana-mania]

“CAN'T LET GO” he refused to be separated from you...

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : ryusei shidou

࿐*ೃ fandom : blue lock

࿐*ೃ extra : gn! reader, yandere!shidou, slight nsfw, reader asks for breakup

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ RYUSEI was cuddling you happily, his arm securely wrapped around your waist before he pulled you closer to him until there was no gap left between you and him. He began planting tempting kisses on your neck, smirking in delight when he earned a soft moan from you.

You weren't feeling it today. In fact, your mind was in mess. You were scared to tell Ryusei but you knew you couldn't keep this to yourself much longer. Sooner or later, this was bound to happen. The burden in your chest was too heavy for you to carry on your own.

Whatever the outcome, you were ready to face it. It might hurt you, it might break you to pieces. But how long were you supposed to keep this thought to yourself? How much longer were you willing to put up with Ryusei?

"Ryu, please." Your voice sounded too meek, full of concern. "Not now... I'm not in the mood." You admitted, gently pushing him away. Ryusei immediately apologized and hugged you lovingly instead. "Oh, love. I'm so sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?"

Your heart was tearing to pieces as you heard the obvious worries in his voice. God, you were in dilemma. Ryusei was perfect, a perfect partner for you. Loving, caring, considerate, kind, sweet.

He might be sexually active and addicted to touching you intimately but not even once he forced you into intercourse with him. He always started it slow first, seeing your reaction to determine whether you wanted it or not or asked for your consent first.

But one thing about him that you couldn't handle anymore; his violence toward people around. 

Ryusei was way too possessive and obsessive. He didn't hesitate to raise his fist against others who glanced at you, whether it was a woman or man. He treated everyone with equal treatment. Even if they were clearly weaker than him and in disadvantage at fight, he would beat them to death.

His jealousy issue was superincumbent. People around were terrified to approach you because of his violent behavior. He was a danger to everyone else...except you.

There was one time a friend of yours was beaten up to pulp. Ryusei saw them talking to you and smiling at you. Before you knew it, you were sitting on the floor as you stared at Ryusei in horror. His tanned face stained with your friend's blood, his bloody fist mercilessly punched their face until their face was completely swollen to the point they were unrecognizable.

This led to a fallout between Ryusei and your parents. You thought he wouldn't do anything to them but alas, even your parents weren't an exception. Ryusei threatened them to not get in the way of his relationship with you or he would take you far away from the until they couldn't see you again.

To avoid more bloodshed, you agreed to Ryusei to live with him. You didn't want to lose your parents after losing all your friends. You loved Ryusei so much. He was the only partner who had treated you well, compared to your previous partner. His only flaw was his jealousy issue and his violent side that became danger to others.

Your parents had advised you many times to leave Ryusei. But your heart still belonged to him hence you were reluctant to do so. Yet, as time passed, you realized it was wiser to end the relationship before everything goes out of control.

And today might change your life forever after this. Whether for the better or for the worse, you wouldn't know unless you take a leap of faith.

"It's alright... I'm okay. It's just-"

"What's it, (Y/n)? Something on your mind?"

"Y-yes... actually I..."

"Hey, hey. Take a deep breath. Calm down and slowly tell me what's worrying you.."

Your heart was aching. Ryusei was very worried of you without knowing your true plan. Were you cruel for trying to do this to him? Was this the right move?

"Ryusei, I..."

It was time. You had to brace yourself for the outcome.

"I want to break up."

It took Ryusei a moment for him fathom your words. He stared at you in disbelief. "What?" his voice was cracking a little. Ryusei shot a look of exasperation as his gaze met with yours. However, you avoided eye contact with him, hanging your head low.

"No, no. This can't be happening. (Y/n), why? What did I do? Did I hurt you? Did I unintentionally force you before? I'm sorry if that happened! I was unaware-"

"No, you never hurt me. But you keep hurting everyone around us."

Your voice was shaking as you finally told Ryusei the reasons behind your attempt to break up. He fell into silence, his face that was clouded with anxiousness suddenly went expressionless. He raised an eyebrow, confused by your words.

"What about them? I purely intend to protect our relationship from third party. We can't let anyone ruin us... There is nothing wrong with that-"

"THERE IS! How could you not realize it?! Ryusei, you- you don't know your limits! You rough up people around so severely as if you purposefully intend to end their life—"

"Yeah, I do. That's what they got for seducing you!"

"They WEREN'T! How could you accuse them of such horrid indictment?! They were innocent! They didn't do anything to endanger our relationship!"

You got up from the couch, rubbing your face in devastation. Tears rolled down your face. You felt disappointed with his lack of empathy toward others. Ryusei stood up as well and grasped your shoulder gently. He couldn't bear seeing tears staining your face.

"Oh, love... I'm sorry. I don't mean to upset you like this."

"Stop it. You keep apologizing but you always repeat the same mistake no matter how many times I told you."

"Hey, hey. I promise from the bottom of my heart this time. I won't...get violent with people around again, okay? So please, don't leave me. Let's stay together...forever."

"No...no..."

"Hey, hey, sweetheart. Look at me."

You didnt do as he said but Ryusei pinched your chin, turning your head to face him. He was smiling warmly at you. After all the harsh words you spat at him, he still wore the same warm smile you adored so much.

Ryusei cupped your cheeks, brushing off the tears. He planted a kiss on your forehead. "I swear...I swear I won't repeat that mistake in the future." He promised before pulling you into an embrace. He rubbed small circles on your back.

Ryusei acknowledged his limit to this promise. He realized it was impossible to contain himself from lashing out but if this was the only way to convince you to stay, he was willing to make more empty promises. Although he knew he would be labelled as liar again. He didn't care. His only concern was you; he wanted you and you alone.

You couldn't do this anymore. Your heart clenched in sadness. In the end, you didn't have enough strength to leave him. You didn't want to lose all this. His warm embrace, his bright presence, his gentle touch. You wanted to stay with him.

You were aware it was impossible to leave Ryusei. Because you would always find yourself going back to him regardless what happen. You broke down in the embrace, returning the hug at last. Ryusei smirked, knowing he had won your trust back effortlessly, again.

"...you promise?"

"I promise, (Y/n). I promise... I love you so I will keep my promise to the best of my ability. For you."

"You promise to not get violent, for me?"

"Yes, my love... I promise."

His soothing voice sounded too convincing for you to depict it as mere bluff. You nodded, believing in his words and even having stronger faith in him.

"I'm really sorry for bursting out like that, Ryu..."

"Don't be. You were stressed out because people kept pressuring you. I will make sure they won't bother us again."

Ryusei wasn't offended in the slightest bit. He looked into your eyes, his bright pink gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.

"You know...I love you so much. I love you more than anyone else. You are my first and last love." Ryusei's arms wrapped around your waist, his hand dangerously moved down to your rear.

"I want to show you how much I adore you...again and again..."

You let out a soft whimper as Ryusei once again pressed tender kisses on your neck. You didn't push him away this time. Your finger entangled in his lock, string of moans escaping your mouth as he spoiled your neck with kisses.

"I love you too, Ryu...so much. So please...never stop loving me."

Ryusei smirked in your neck when he heard the familiar submissiveness in your voice. He knew he would never lose you. He had his own ways to make you stay through the most subtle way possible. He would do anything, anything to stay with you forever.

Because he couldn't let go of you. Never.

࿐*ೃ thanks for reading this short scenario! likes, interaction and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡

#blue lock fandom #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #oneshot #ryusei shidou #fanfic #x reader #bllk shidou #gender neutral reader #shidou ryusei #shidou x reader #shidou x yn #shidou oneshot #yandere #yandere shidou #blue lock oneshot #break up

[pepsiluvr0209]

Ilomilo (Cinderella)

WARNINGS: Angst, Kidnapping, Death if you squint, Slight age regression if you squint real hard

Disclaimer: I understand the whole issue with romanticising mental health. As someone who does struggle with mental health, if you find subjects like this uncomfortable, then simply scroll by, a lighter Chris fic is on the way.

This is not to do with justifying any abusive actions, and if anyone treats you or someone you know that way, please tell somebody you trust and get yourself or anybody else out of the harmful relationship. This is simply a fanfiction, nothing else, but if you do find yourself uncomfortable then by all means stop reading.

(THIS IS AN AU FIC, NOTHING MATT WOULD DO OBV)

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ୧.˚ₓ

"Told you not to worry,

but maybe that's a lie"

“You can’t keep doing this Matt!” 

“Doing what, darling?” He looks at you with a malicious smirk, head tilting, showcasing his defined jawline and contrasted silver chain. 

“When am I going to be allowed out of this house without you constantly behind me? Like a- Like a shadow. When can I call my family huh?”

“Oh darling, we’ve talked about this.” Matt coos, gently holding your cheek in the palms of his cold hands. His shiny rings cool to your heated skin, making you wince in his hold. “Remember,” And he tilts your head up so he can stare into your glossy eyes. “You can leave whenever you want.” And he let’s go. “But you will regret it darling. Trust me.”

“Matt.” You whimper. 

“No baby. You’re mine. Remember angel? Mine.” And he holds your shaking frame to his chest, your cheek bathing in the scent of his musky cologne. 

The tears you shed left wisps of a broken romance, thread together by the bounds of Matt’s love. Of his obsessive, manipulating love. 

Pools of regret flow onto his black t-shirt as he holds you close. You needed to run. 

"Honey, what's the hurry?

Won't you stay inside?"

“Hey love, I’m just going to head out to the store.” Matt speaks, as he places a cap on his soft head of hair. 

“Okay.” You whisper. 

He smiles and kisses your forehead, his voice barely audible as he murmurs, “Don’t even think about leaving me.”

Sending waves of goosebumps along your skin, he smiles at you and caresses your cheek lovingly before you hear the door slam. 

You let go a terrified breath you didn’t even realise you were holding and raced to gather your stuff. It was now or never. 

Shoving things into a random bag, you run downstairs and look around before racing towards the front door. Just as you were about to make your exit, you hear a menacing voice. 

“I knew you would run sweetheart.” 

You’ve never heard a voice so cold. A voice so sharp it sent blades hurling towards your heart, piercing your skin and bruising your muscle. A frightened sob escapes your lips as you turn around and see your boyfriend standing down the hallway. The lighting cloaking half of his figure in a dark cloud. 

“I’m sorry.” You cry. 

“Step away from the door.” He says in a scarily sweet tone. “And I promise it’s all going to be okay.” You see him twisting around an object in his right palm, fingers nimbly twirling the blade making your blood run dry. 

“Y/n.” Matt growls warningly. He starts leering towards where your body is standing and you gasp in fear, turning towards the door, dashing towards the exit and potentially your freedom. 

You slam the front door shut and just run. You knew damn well Matt wasn’t stupid. He knew where you were going to go, but without a car there’s not really any other place else.

It should’ve been more obvious to you. The over-protectiveness, the threats, hell even moving to a town with barely anything in it. 

Walking red flags zoomed by your day to day life and you just ignored it as if it was the clouds painting the sky, or the maliciousness dripping off your lover's smile. 

Frantically, you banged on the door, sobbing for someone to let you in, having no idea if the man you once loved was hot on your tail. Finally it opened, and you threw yourself inside, ignoring Nate’s confused inquiries. 

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He grabbed your forearms and levelled towards your collapsing figure. 

“It’s M-Matt.” You choked. “He’s gonna be here soon. Hide.” 

Loud and bone-shivering knocks, banged through the whole house, shaking each of your nerves and polished floorboards. You whimper and hurtled yourself up Nate’s stairs looking for a place to hide. Grabbing a throw blanket off some bed you launch for the closet and cover yourself up, hyperventilating in the enclosed space. 

Nate had no clue what was going on, but he knew that his best mate was a bit of a protective character, so maybe there was a fight or something. He thought back to how distressed you looked and decided against opening the door, but when the loud, angry knocks resumed, he knew better than to leave Matt enraged. 

As soon as the innocent friend opened the door he was effortlessly clocked in the head, by a man with a tattooed arm. Matt. He stepped over his old friend’s body, his slow footsteps echoing throughout the semi-vacant house. “Oh angel,” He starts. 

Your body goes rigid as you lightly hear his voice echoing through the walls. “You never fucking listen!” Matt’s voice grew at the last three syllables, earning muffled sobs from your hiding place in the closet. “And look at where that got you.” His tone turned sickly sweet, gently walking up the carpeted steps, ready to catch what is rightfully his. 

“Oh darling, we’re gonna have so much fun. And I’ll make sure you never run from me. Ever. Again.” You can make out the door to the room across from yours creaking, signifying that Matt is getting closer and closer to sealing your doom. The closet is one where it is built by shutters, meaning if you squint through the blanket you can see your boyfriend's black jeans carefully entering the room adjacent to yours, through the slits in the closet door. You throw the blanket more over yourself, curling yourself against the floor to try and make yourself a less visible lump. 

“Sweetheart.” He taunts. “Don’t play these games with me baby. Come back to me.” The door to the guest room squeaks as he pushes it more open, and you hold your breath, silent tears of terror roll down your flushed cheeks. You can hear his soft footsteps get closer and closer, until they stop. You hear ruffling and then a voice right next to your ear. 

“I wish it didn’t have to happen this way.” 

The closet door flings open, and before you even have time to scream, his arms are already holding the blanket, you previously had on yourself, against your face, limiting your ability to breath. You claw at his strong hands, trying to wriggle out of his secure grasp, but it was too much. You can slowly feel yourself slipping away.

"The world's a little blurry, or maybe it's my eyes

The friends I've had to bury, they keep me up at night."

“Hi baby.” You can feel a hand graze your cold forehead, pushing stray hairs away from your face, so it frames your tired expression. Slowly blinking your eyes open, you realise you’re back here in you and Matt’s shared room. “My throat.” You can barely get out. “Oh, here.” And your boyfriend holds up a glass of water towards you, soft blue eyes gazing at your hunched figure expectantly. You reach to grab the fragile glass when you realise, you can’t. “What did you do?” You rasp, straining your wrists against the cold, sharp metal. You can feel the claustrophobic circles digging deeper and deeper into your skin as you restraint against them. “Shhh, nothing darling.” And he brings the cup to your lips. “Hold still.” He growls, his free hand firmly holding your jaw as he brings his steady hand to your trembling lips. Gently, Matt pours the water down your throat, some of the liquid tumbling from your mouth down to your shirt. “Here.” Matt whispers, as he tugs the sleeve of his hoodie, and wipes the water dribbling down your mouth, along with salty, stray tears that lingered on your face.

“Why?” You tremor. And Matt just sits across from you, admiring all of you, now that he has you to himself and you can’t leave. Ever. “Look at how pretty you look.” He cooes. “Matt.” You almost sob, awaiting his reply as to why he could be this cruel. “Oh angel, I know.” And he wraps his arms around your head, scooching himself so your back is pressed against his stomach, cradling you on his lap. “Do you want anything? Food? Cuddles?” “Home.” You choke out. “I want to go home.” Half of your face is pressed into Matt’s warm hoodie, but he still heard your wobbly sentence and it made his expression drop, turning into stone. “Darling,” He seeths. “You are home.” “Home.” You cry again, tears getting stuck in your throat causing you to cough erratically, gasping for breath. Matt sighs irritatingly and gently holds your sputtering figure by the waist, moving you off his lap. He gets up and just looks down at you. “Pathetic.” Matt then crouches down so you can look at him, pale face, red cheeks drenched in tears. “You might not love me baby, but you better learn to because nobody loves you more than me okay?” All you can do is nod at him, which leaves Matt with a satisfied smile on his face, and with that he exits the room.

"Try not to upset you, let you rescue me,

The day I met you, I just wanted to protect you."

Once Matt can’t hear your strangled cries, he figures now is an appropriate time to at least uncuff you, and see how you react. He’s been planning this for a while, his protective acts not going unnoticed by you, made him scared that you would leave him for someone who isn’t as batshit crazy as he is, but he can’t help it. He loves you.

“Sweetheart.” You hear the several locks on the door click, only to reveal the one person you're most afraid of at this moment. Your knees go up to your chest as you peek at him through thin strands of your hair. Matt crouches in front of you, placing his large, ringed hands on your knees, staring back at you with a small frown on his face. “I’m going to uncuff you.” Instant thoughts start racing through your head and just like he can see the gears turning in your skull, his expression turns serious and forcefully lifts your head up so you can make direct eye contact with him.

“Remember what we talked about love.” After a slight pause, he brings his right hand to his back pocket revealing a small silver key. Almost as if he was teasing you, he brings the item to the hole of your cuffs letting it linger there for a minute. All that could be heard was your heavy breaths, anticipating your release. With a sigh he clicks in the key, freeing your right hand then your left.

Flexing your wrists, Matt stands back, awaiting your decision. Stupidly, you eye the door and just hope God is on your side as you sprint towards the metal knob, sweaty palms twisting the rounded object with no avail. A broken sob leaves your wrists as you turn to Matt, pleading with him to let you go. Matt watches you and almost feels sorry for you, witnessing your distressed expressions and tired frame. But sickening enough, that sympathy is overrun by a heavy tank fuelled with pride. Seeing you like this almost gives him a sense of twisted joy, your tears fuelling his madness.

“You didn’t think I would make it that easy bug?” He pouts, arms coming behind you to hug your shaking figure. “No.” You sob. “If I let you go, you gonna leave?” “N-No.” “Good girl.” He whispers and lets go of carefully, leaving you alone by the door as he walks back towards the bed. “No.” You cry again and quickly pad over to him, making yourself home in his open arms. “There we go.” Matt gently praises, his hands holding you up to rest against his warm skin. Cologne filling your senses as you snuggle into his shirt, silently hating yourself for finding comfort in the man who scared you, but coincidently loving the way he held you close, and whispered love filled praises into your ears, kissing your forehead with utmost care.

"B-B-B-B-Breathe."

“Matt.” “Mmm, my love?” He mumbles, nudging his head with yours to show you that you’ve got his undivided attention. “Can we… Can we get food?” He looks at you, studying your tired features before softly sighing and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Of course angel, there’s food downstairs.” He taps the side of your thigh as preparation for him to stand up, arms cradling you as he presses you close to his chest. Matt carried you downstairs, footsteps pressing against the plush carpet. “Here.” He mumbles, resting you on a kitchen stool, before he takes out takeaway thai from the fridge. Matt instantly picks up on your fidgety behaviour and he can see the thoughts in your eyes rushing miles a minute. “All of the doors are bolted shut my love, so don’t even try.” He speaks nonchalantly sifting through the plastic containers of pad thai and spring rolls. His statement makes you freeze up and slightly whimper. Even though you weren’t doing anything, the fact that you couldn’t leave, stripped you away of the stability you were feeling a mere 15 minutes ago.

Matt sighs, as he places 2 plates chock full of thai in the microwave, shutting the door and turning to face you. “Look, I didn’t want it to end up this way.” There’s a pause through his sentence as he walks towards you and tilts up your jaw so you're looking right at his face. “There are a lot of bad people out there baby- God knows how many people would even think twice to snatch you away or-or” “Kidnap me? Hold me hostage?” You hoarsely whisper and he clenches his jaw, hand still resting comfortably on the warm skin of your cheek. The microwave beeps.

“I’m just protecting you darling. Soon, you’ll learn to love me. But for now, this will have to do. Your mine. Correct, darling?”

You just nod your head in conformation. “Yours.”

"And I don't want to be lonely,

Was hoping you'd come home.

Even if it's just a lie."

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[artemis-fowl-incident-report]

My Submission for Fowlfests "Walk down memory lane"

This is a piece based off a script I wrote for this post here about what would happen if Artemis had had holy water with him during the end of the last Guardian.

TW: Blood, references to death/bodies, poison, Mental health.

Opal entered the opulent foyer to Fowl Manor unopposed, the large wooden doors wide open before her. Well, it was opulent by human standards. Opal had seen far more impressive structures in her time, and owned most of them.

It could make for a nice summer home. She thought absentmindedly, heading towards the library as the message had described. Or I could burn it to the ground. We'll see. It really depends on weather the human smell can be washed out or not. Gods, it stinks in here worse than a Trolls mating grounds.

In all honesty Opal had been more than a little sceptical once she had received the Fowl boys card, asking her if she wanted to have a tea party with him. An obvious trap, if ever she'd seen one, but something about it felt curious.

It was a simple little greeting card, a picture of a white bunny on the front with a thistle in its mouth.

Your Majesty, it read:

I would like to seek your cordially invite you to a glorious event tea party I'm holding this afternoon in the library of Fowl Manor. I understand you are a busy woman queen, and I would have no hard feelings if you find yourself unavailable, but I will assure you if you attend, your time will not be waisted. It will be fun.

Your friend

Artemis Fowl II

The handwriting had been so rushed and scratchy, with words scribbled out as though Artemis were furious with himself for writing them, that Opal had barley been able to read the damn thing, not least understand it. A tea party? She was on the brink of ending the human world and the boy, instead of facing her, was organising a tea party?

It was no secret within the fairy world that Artemis had recently been undergoing treatment for a case of Atlantis Complex with the help of Dr Argon.

I almost pity the boy, having to endure that buffoons wittering narcissism. Opal thought. Well, almost. Fowl did have me locked up, after all. Me, a being of pure beauty and life, with so much to offer the world... You know what, I rescind my pity.

Given the state of the letter, and the prophesised tea party, Opal could only conclude that the stress of his inevitable doom had caused the Fowl boy to have a relapse of some kind, a nervous breakdown, falling deeper into his own psychosis. And she certainly couldn't miss that.

And so there she was, at the door to the library, against the advisement of her Berserker generals, and her own better judgment, for a tea party. She would never have considered it if it hadn't been for those four words. "It will be fun".

Why not indulge for a little bit, she though, hovering off the ground to reach the human height doorknob. It has been a stressful day, I deserve a treat. Besides, after offing myself and all that, I'm more than powerful enough to take on even Fowl's bodyguard if the need should arise.

She would never have the chance to face Butler, however, since there was now no need.

The table was set up beautifully, with every sweet treat imaginable piled up on silver plates, the best china taken out of the cabinets, a bunch of flowers lovingly arranged in a vase in the middle. The library's book shelves had been largely emptied, their old leather bound volumes strewn about the floor, no thought to their age or fragility. The guests were dressed in white sheets, blood painted cartoons where their faces should be, their shapeless bodies slumped in chairs around the table.

The bigger one, Butler, had a rabbit or maybe a hare painted on his sheet, with a smiling face and large eyes, a pair of ears perched comically on his bald head. The smaller, Captain Short, had a mouse drawn on hers, its whiskers leaking blood downwards, a tea pot in her lap.

Between them was Artemis, wearing a battered top hat, his suit torn and bloody from the plane crash Opal had seen outside, his smile wild and joyous.

'Ah, the queen has arrived.' He declared with a bow. 'Oh joyous joyous day. Tell me, oh queen of hearts, what do you think of my decorations?'

Opal finally realised what the smell she had found so repulsive when she entered this house was. The blood.

'I am wonderful.' She said with a smile, genuinely happy for the first time in what felt like millennia. 'And yourself?'

'Never better.' he said. 'Or could be better? It all depends.'

'Depends on what?'

'What depends on what?'

'You said "it depends".'

'Depends on what?'

The boy stared at her blankly, and Opal realised the brilliant scoundrel who had bested her so many times before was no longer there. She had finally beaten him.

'Nothing.' She said, taking her seat. 'How are our friends?'

'These two?' Artemis said, gesturing to the sheet covered figures. 'They're still asleep following our fight with the Jabberwock out there. Though, between you and me, I think they're just being lazy.'

'Jabberwock?' Opal frowned. 'Oh you mean the plane.'

'Yes, the plain old Jabberwock.'

She nodded, deciding to humour the boy. 'Well, it is understandable. It did look like quite the fight.'

'It was indeed.' Artemis nodded back. ''I think we managed to miss your roses on our way down, but if not, would you mind sparing my head? Otherwise my hat will have nowhere to go.'

'Just this once. But never again.'

He tipped his hat. 'So generous, so generous.'

Artemis picked up a tea pot, and filled up all the cups as he went down the length of the table, pausing only when he peered into one, then throwing it across the room with a scream, making Opal jump.

'My apologies, you highness,' he said, filling Opal's cup. 'Clean cups only.'

'Of course.' she said, sipping at her tea, not wanting to agitate the boy any more than the cup had by denying his hospitality.

I'm enjoying myself, after all. I would hate for him to go full manic and spoil my fun.

The tea was sweet, rose and hibiscus, and went down easily. Opal helped herself to a chocolate truffle as Artemis tried to give the tea to his dead fairy friend, dampening the white bed sheet and making it go translucent, revealing the Captains suit below, her bloodied mouse whiskers turning pink.

This is nice, but a distraction. Opal thought. I could spend all day looking at him like this if time permitted me. See him suffer in his own dilutional hell just a little while longer. Maybe even keep him as a pet. But time is never that merciful. If anything, I am being merciful. It's not right to let a stray dog suffer when you have a gun in your hand.

'Well, this has been lovely.' Said Opal, sliding off the human sized chair and onto the floor. 'But I must go'

'You're not staying?' the boy said, dismayed. 'Don't you want to know why a raven is like a writing desk?'

'I'm sure you'll tell me later. But right now, I have duties to attend to. Being a queen is never easy.'

'I understand.' He nodded. 'Won't you at least finish your tea? Why, what kind of host would I be if I didn't see you finish every last drop?'

Opal sighed. Oh what I do out of the kindness of my beautiful heart for others.

And so she did. Opal took her cup and drank it. Every last drop. Why not leave the human happy and delusional for the last few minuets of his pathetic life before she opened the Berserker gate?

She had no more placed the cup delicately back on her saucer than a twist of pain cut through her abdomen. It was nowhere near as painful as feeling her every cell pulled apart by space time itself, but it still hurt.

'Are you alright, Opal?'

'Fine.' She said, straightening herself before doubling over again. 'It's fine. What... what is happening to me?'

'I'm sure I wouldn't know.' Artemis said, placing the top hat down on the table. 'But I could make a few educated guesses.'

He took hold of the sheets covering his guests and pulled them away revealing a suit of armour and a dress makers mannequin for a child, clothed in Captain Short's suit

'What?' Opal said, completely in shock.

Artemis smiled at her, unnaturally calm, a world away from the Mad Hatter he had been seconds before.

A trick, she realised. This had all been a trick.

'I will admit, Opal,' Artemis said, taking a sip of his own tea. 'I am somewhat of a disciple of the elaborate plan as Holly would say. Not to the degree of a zealot, mind you. But I do find a strange sort of... beauty in unearthing seemingly ridiculous answers to scenarios other have deemed impossible. However, on rare occasions, it is nice to return to old classics. Nostalgia, some might call it. Though by all rights I should be too young for thoughts such as that.'

Opal was finding it hard to breath, struggling against her own wind pipe. She tried calling upon her near infinite supply of magic to heal her, to flush what she had drank from her system, but she couldn't. It was she was back in Italy, Belinda Zito once more, where her magic just decided to up and leave when she needed it most.

'Have you figured it out yet?' Artemis said, sitting up on the table, as she writhed on the ground.

'Holy water.' Opal managed to cough.

'Correct, Holy Water.' He said, swinging what looked like a bottle of whisky in his grasp like a pendulum.

'Why?'

'I used it many years ago, on another fairy, back when I was seeking to claim a copy of the book for myself. A sprite in Ho Chi Mihn City. Of course, I have changed a lot in that time. Holly didn't give me much of a choice in that regard. But I never forgot what I learned that day. I've actually studied Holy Water to some extent. Did you know that the water itself is not what does damage to the fairy system, but trace elements of magic? My theory is that, those who have the ability to create actual Holy Water have some degree of magical ability. Perhaps in another world they would have been warlocks?'

'Why the dummies?' Opal asked, discreetly reaching into her pocket for the communicator her Berserkers insisted she take with her in case something went wrong.

'So you would let your guard down.'

She laughed. 'With dead bodies? You wanted someone to let their guard down with a boy who kept dead bodies in his library?'

'Oh no. Any normal person would have turned tail and run as soon as they opened the door. But we both know that you are no ordinary person.'

'Thank you.'

Artemis raised the communicator he had pickpocketed from Opal when he had poured her tea. 'It was not a complement.'

He dropped the device to the floor and smashed it under heel without looking down.

'Honestly, Opal, I thought you would be asking more about my theories on Holy Water. You're a scientist, after all, though I use the term loosely. Now, where was I? Ah yes, magic. The water in itself is simply a stabiliser for the magic contained within, like flour in the combination of oil and water. The rites and rituals associated with its creation are simply a means of focusing that magic, giving it form and direction. In this case, the form and direction to do harm to beings that are not human. Granted, this harm is meant mostly for beings of a more "spiritual" plane, but the outcome is the same. A targeted killer, using magic to end a specific species time on this earth. Does that not sound familiar, Opal?

This was a none to subtle dig at Opal for the Berserker gate, but the pixie was unrepentant.

'So what now?' She asked sitting up, though it pained her a great deal. 'Tie me up, give me a shot of an antidote, and wait for the LEP to arrive?

Artemis shook his head. 'No, Opal. Not this time. I've come to the realisation that you will never stop your pursuit for world domination, whatever form you believe that will take. And though I find your antics mildly entertaining, I will not live forever. At the very least, I will not live as long as you. And then who does the responsibility fall to? My brothers? My descendants? Forever bound to you and your pathetic whims? No. I would never do that to them. So I am simply going to leave you.'

The boy took a moments pause, his eyes hard and unmoving as a mountain. This clearly had not been an easy decision for him to take.

'I will leave you here,' he said 'while the Holy Water does its job, and come back when you are gone.'

He turned and walked from the room, and Opal could feel herself begin to panic.

'No, no, no.' She shook her head, her voice getting louder and more unhinged as she spoke. 'You wouldn't do that. You're good now, you said it yourself. Hell, you couldn't even bring yourself to let that sprite die! Alright, I'll go quietly, then. I'll serve my sentence. I'll clean parks, I'll work in soup kitchens, I'll wash puppies. I'll be a good little citizen, I promise on my pixie honour, but... No, come back. I... Oh, you're going to make me beg? And you call me pathetic. Honestly, when I am queen, I will make you suffer a thousand times over for what you have done. You are lucky to breath the same air as me, and soon you wont-.'

Artemis turned, screaming at her from the doorway. 'Some of us would like to grow up, and grow past these childish games, Opal. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to find my brother Beckett and make sure he is safe before bedtime. He gets awfully grouchy otherwise.'

And then he left, abandoning Opal to die in the one way she had feared most. Unimportant, unwitnessed, unloved.

#artemis fowl #fowlfest2022

[fumikomiyasaki]

💔 with any ship you'd like!

Tyler and Mel I thought about but.... yandere Tyler is Hella screwed up, so I went with these Three.

She kept her act up well. To most people in school she seemed like that Innocent girl who jst wants to help... Even James got closer to her feeling a liking towards her... however despite that... her past still screwed with her mind... feeling needy and changing to manipulate others into her will, gathering a following in secret... so much so that she used them to abduct ‘her beloved’ to her...

James found himself trapped, tied to a bed, unable to move an inch... she did play that innocent girl act at first once again, acting like she just found him and worried about him but he quickly noticed something was wrong... her face darkened.. she removed her glasses to reveal red eyes insted of her green one and put her hair into a ponytail...

“Guess you noticed... I think I did play my role well though... it at least got you to trust me...” She smiled at him lovingly, sitting down on his lap, stroking his face.

“Why I...I trusted you...”

“Usually you would get all shy just when I am close to you... you were so cute...I just had to have you... I don’t mind taking you away from your duty to protect the princes... don’t worry she will be safe... as long as you behave and listen to me.”

“YOU DARE-”

She shut him up with a kiss and smirked.

“Ah Ah Ah... be nice or I can do far worse to the people you like... I have enough influence on my side... you will be my little plaything and I will treat you well... alright...” He stayed silent.

“Good...good boy.”

He prepared everything for her arrival and as the day came and he invited Regina to eat... the food put her to sleep, just to wake up in a bird cage in a pretty dress... tied to a chair... Henry came in with a soft smile.

“I knew you would look pretty in it... my dear Ice queen.”

“Henry, you? Let me go already.”

“Can’t do... you are a treasure to be kept and preserved... such beauty should not be looked at by just anyone... you will stay here and I will offer you everything... clothing, food, riches... you say it and I will bring you it... but for that you have to stay.”

“I don’t want this.. I wanted to be free.”

“This is the only wish I will not fulfill you... now... raise your head my Queen... smile for me.”

It all started as Pluck being a big fan of Peko, but after his usual attention was used to faded cause he got along with a certain black haired girl.... Peko became obssessed with stalking him... each day she watched over everything he did. He used her unique magic to seclude others from him and then one day... she started to use the UM on him to make him follow her...

And so he was now bound into to chair in a room full of plushies looking like a fake wonderworld... her feeding him some Angelicas cake which was the one to make one listen to orders.

“I love you so much Plucky... lets always stay together like this... always and forever and ever and ever...”

“Yes Peko sama.”

He was a shell of his former self... only listening to her... not being able to have his own will anymore...

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[warblossom34]

ugust 17th, 20231 month ago

 thevenus-child sent a message:

“Can we feel it when our twin flame is with someone else or having sex with anybody ? I’m curious about this one 👀”

Yes! It’ll reflect on you in form of sensational feeling.

👀

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august 17th, 20231 month ago

 thevenus-child sent a message:

“maddie doesn't know if evan's soulmate is dating, because she doesn't have more details about his life, but his soulmate wouldn't necessarily be in a romantic relationship, could it be about other types of relationships that she might have to deal with?”

Hey! Actually it’s not because I don’t know anything about Evan, in fact I do know him, but i don’t know about this soulmate/ Twin flame because she still unknown we don’t know might she be like. But as for being in certain relationship it could be as it could not, eventually she’ll meet Evan at the stage of her life when she’s over all her past, even if she’s in any form of relationship now it’s just karmic, her real romantic relationship will start with him. Same for Evan.

🙏✨

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august 15th, 20231 month ago

 thevenus-child sent a message:

“Didn’t Maddie said something about a short guy in one of her readings and someone said it was jeff but jeff is tall i swear i saw this?”

I don’t remember exactly which reading or what was it about, but if you want my opinion of what this reader said about Evan which parts are true which are not and i don’t believe in it :

About Evan having mommy issues : I agree it’s even noticeable about him and his behavior with women also how he love to receive the affection and care from his girlfriend in different way as a guy with no mommy issues treat his lady. Evan expect every woman to treat him the way him momma does, we know he has a strong bound with his mother and how lovingly he talks about her, also in the family he grow up in he opened his eyes on his mom the very first lady who loved him and genuinely cared about him but also the one and only woman who he used to ask permission from to do anything in life. The fact that he said once in one of the interviews he has done he said that he asked to do the tattoo from his mom first, when she said yes it’s okay you can have it, he immediately went to get it with her name “MOM”, and it’s a form of love he has towards his mother. However many would think having mommy issues is a bad thing or kind of self insert feeling ; the truth it’s okay to have mommy issues, because a person with mommy issues would only seek love and attention from their partner the same love he receives from his maternal figure, and this is Evan’s case. Some with mommy issues would look for this love because they didn’t have this bound with their mother or their mother was bit strict sort of not giving enough love and attention or creating this bound between mother and child, so having mommy issues is completely okay unlike Daddy issues which is another topic.

Seeing him in a Dark void: This just a hypothetical description the reader used based on his eyes color or the way he has down turned eyebrows towards his eyes which they most of the time don’t seem smiley unless he smiles, and most of people who knows him just on American horror story and his dark roles finds him creepy because his eyes are so dark and his brows are so sharp, so no i don’t agree with this one, because if you ask me what do i see through his eyes, i don’t see anything but childlike excitement, and innocent soul.

Evan Being gay: This one in my opinion and to be honest, the reader explained this based on the gay roles because it’s same with the eyes just because the reader knows him as actor Evan Peters who starred in most of AHS series as the villain who fucks every man in the series , i don’t believe in the idea of Evan womanizing just because he’s lowkey gay or bisexual.

Thank you for your input into the “mommy issues” subject. As always you come with the wisdom! I get picky with how readers chose their words to communicate their readings.

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august 14th, 20231 month ago

 thevenus-child sent a message:

Forgot to mention ; i think this person might be few years younger than him like in their late twenties beginning of thirties. But also one thing about him being seeing multiple ladies, actually i had the 3 of cups card it generally represents a threesome in love readings lol, but I’m not saying he’s having a threesome with someone, but it could be he had fun with couple ladies recently probably 2 one of them is this new girl. Don’t twist my words please I’m just keeping the door open for all possibilities.

!

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august 14th, 20231 month ago

evan peters love reading 💝 for august 14th 2023 🔮

Hello. Hi. I’ve done the love reading for this month as promised, and tbh the reading is so fresh and exciting I’m already feeling this energy, i think there’s to many details the cards gave me alright so let’s not make it too long and get into it:

So as always I’ve pulled cards from major and minor arcana, actually I shuffled the cards while asking “ What should I know about Evan’s new relationship?” I have two cards jumped together; The Ace of Cups and the two of Cups , so “ The Ace of Cups ” represent new beginning a fresh start, a romantic atmosphere and flirtation, a positive beginning as well and sort of deep feelings for the other and crushing on the other, exchanging words and romantic feelings, so as for the “ 2 Of Cups” it’s a card that indicates partnership in general and every love reading and being at the same wavelength as the other, with the Ace of cups it indicates here a casual dating. So probably they met casually like they have been introduced to each other that’s true and went to a casual dating, and probably this is their first date where they have been seen.

I shuffled again and Yes the knight of cups okay; this card is telling a lot , so this may represent that there have been so much talks between the two through social media, before the meeting so when he went back home they organized a meeting which is means a home town girl, i feel like a friend or a family member who shipped them together, there’s a lot of feelings exchange through DMs, it also telling me that it’s a crush not really that deep. With “ The knight Of Wands ” i can really see typical flirt and passion and so much sexual energy to be honest lol, a desire of having so much with each other ( I believe the knight of wands is Evan because it’s a strong male energy), i think they already had their first night since the sighting is supposed to be last week and as i saw it was the first date so if you know you know.

“ The Temperance ” this card hasn’t been in my readings in a while, however it represents a good omen in love readings; this card may indicate a balance between two individuals , there’s a good chemistry and being patient or taking time to know each other more, the other side of this card is that this situationship i should call may not last longer and its Temporary fun and exciting but a good one like a good experience if it didn’t go further, let’s see what will happen only time can tell right!

“The Queen of Wands ” when it comes to physical appearance, this is a brunette haired, short or mid hair, brown, Hazel or light colored eyes, Short or average height, slim, freckled maybe or barely noticed freckles, light skin probably white, casual style, way of dressing maybe with some sense of grunge, or edgy ( she may be dying her hair frequently ” , “ The empress reversed” so here with this card reversed i think this girl is less in beauty then him, so maybe when people are gonna see they’ll be like oh but he’s prettier kinda than her , ( everyone is peters on his own).

Possible signs ; Fire sign, Air, and Earth sign it could as it could be not risings can be also included.

I wanna point out to something, I hate saying it but I don’t think this relationship is going any further, i don’t see any serious intentions towards each other except having fun and crushing on each other plus some beautiful romantic words exchanging, probably because it’s still in the beginning of it? I don’t know we will see by time it’s all based on the choices he makes and the divine power as well, cards can only provide us with some hidden information.

That’s it for today’s reading you guys, i hope you enjoy it. If you have any questions or want to share opinions you’re welcome to ask, I’ll answer yours once i get to see it.

Regards. Maddie ❤️

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submission anon reader evan peters

august 14th, 20231 month ago

 thevenus-child sent a message:

Hello there! This is a response to anon who said that Admin is making decision on her own, and that I didn’t mention anything:

First of all without all of us forgetting she’s the main owner of the blog, i am an extra intruder who joined to to her eight months ago; and it’s been obviously an honor to be a part of this reading circle. In fact she always discusses with me any and every decision has been stated on this blog before, we may not talk about everything in here but we definitely do on DMs. period. I’ve been a part of everything Admin has posted here.

Secondly, I’ve discussed the decision of pausing any reading related to Evan’s love life; because I’ve been asked thousands times to repeat the soulmate reading because some were twisting things up and that they should be Evan’s soulmate described on the reading, not only this but everytime there’s a chitchat about Evan and Haley speculation of being together I’ve been asked to do a reading to feed their fantasies of being the one and only who will save him; no other girl can be with him but them ( unhealthy jealousy and Medieval Daydreaming). So i decided with the admin to put a pause for the current time at least until this drama stops.

Last but not least, we’ve discussed this decision of redoing a reading about his dating life once a month, with making sure to get to answer your asks about the reading like everytime we do, but please respect the rules Admin mentioned to avoid extra stress, drama, and hate towards anyone because this not the aim of the blog. I’m not trying to be mean, but this is really needed to talking about, because I’ve been called out so many times about the practice i for quoted “ being a witch ”, i am not i am a human being like y’all so is Admin so is Evan. Let’s be all open to all possibilities as always and respect others lives and opinions.

Thank you so much Maddie! <3

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anon reader

august 7th, 20231 month ago

 thevenus-child sent a message:

“Maddie do you think we will hear from him again or see him?”

Yeah soon probably this week or two weeks later, either hear about him or from a fan sighting.

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anon reader

august 6th, 20232 months ago

evan peters reading for august 6th 2023, how he likes his future wedding ceremony to be like ✨🔮

Hello. Hi. I apologize for the late response but life got busier lately, so I’ve done the reading as promised about Evan’s future wedding preferences, how he likes it to be like..etcetera, let’s not make it longer and jump quick into it :

Well I’ve pulled 4 cards from major and minor arcana, so while shuffling the first card jumped was “ 4 of Wands” this card is all about celebration harmony and joyous gathering, so it indicates that the couple of this wedding are surrounded by bunch of friends, family, and well-wishers who are there to celebrate and uplift them, so he might like small gathering of people to celebrate his marriage not a huge ceremony like those royal weddings or the wedding where the whole world knows about. “ The 10 of cups”, so this card is a complementary to the first one, again small ceremony with the attendance of close friends and both partners families, it also indicates what seems to be like traditional or formal marriage! Since his parents both are catholic and have their own preferences for marriage, like a preacher and a religious figure to attend and bless the couple something like this.

“Queen of Wands”, this card indicates either the marriage is going to take a place in the backyard or in place where all is green and flowery if that makes sense, as well as it could be during spring season. I have also the “ The 5 of pentacles jumped in here, so here’s the thing this could be either indicating that He won’t have a luxurious expensive wedding which means not spending too much on the ceremony since it’s going to be small not that huge, or about the groom’s parents ( Evan’s parents) worried if the couple would be able to take care of each other in the future and it’s pretty normal since they’re parents.

“The death”, well the Death card is not always a bad omen, it also has a positive meaning sometimes it could mean an end of something we wanted to get a rid of it so badly; so here this indicates that he’ll feel a sense of relief when this day end like “ wheww eventually it’s over..!” Like this. Or it could indicate transformation like for example if they were dating for so long and engaged for so long the the marriage finally took a place, things would change probably there’ll be more responsibility here, or thinking of whether they want to have babies or more if they actually did before marriage lol anyways sort of change and transformation, life transformation from girlfriend and boyfriend to husband and wife.

The last card, we have “ the page of pentacles ”, so this signifies gifts, financial abundance or expensive gifts, so he’ll probably receive so many expensive gifts from friends and family members, and congratulations from people outside the circle ( Fans or previous coworkers..).

That’s it for today’s reading, it was so beautiful and lightheaded reading to do I loved how simple his weeding is, if you have any questions or want to share opinions feel free I’ll answer them once I see your questions.

Regards💛

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submission anon reader evan peters

july 12th, 20232 months ago

 thevenus-child sent a message:

“Someone on tweam mentioned they did a letter reading on evan and it said that he is not really into sex. what is a letter reading first of all and do you think it’s true? him not being into intimacy?”

Letter Readings aren’t accurate, and sometimes it gives the total opposite of what you’re willing to get. Personally I’ve never done it for someone because it’s pretty hard and unclear, I do feel that Evan is a stallion when it comes to bed and intimate thingies.

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“is that how you met your boyfriend? and how old is he?”

Hey! yeah we met at a friend's anniversary he was a friend with my friend's husband. So he told me among all the ladies there I was the one caught his attention, because he thought I was the prettiest girl he has ever seen lol. Period. He is 33.

[earlgreydream]

cozy.

| draco x reader x theo | smut | fluff |

anon requested. Draco x reader x Theo smut

The fire in the hearth crackled nearby, offering warmth in the common room made of marble and glass. You knelt on a satin pillow, curled up between the legs of your lover. Your head rested against the inside of Draco’s thigh, your back against the chair he was perched in. You felt safe at his feet, leaning into the touch of his hand in your hair.

Your friends were all piled on the couches and on the floor around the coffee table, all fighting for a seat near the warm fire. You were wrapped in one of Theo’s knitted quidditch sweaters, his body above yours, draped over the arm of Draco’s chair.

You let your mind wander, tuning out of the conversation about where everyone was spending Christmas. You were almost asleep, lulled into drowsiness by Draco’s fingers carding through your hair.

“Y/N, love. Pansy asked you a question,” Draco hummed, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

“Hm?” You hummed, struggling to open your eyes.

“I asked if you were still awake,” she teased, and you yawned, hoping you could continue leaning on Draco without being disturbed.

“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart,” Theo’s voice broke through your sleepy haze, and you held your arms out, too tired to really open your eyes or stand up. Draco laughed gently, and Theo bent down to pick you up.

“Draco?” You mumbled, your arms draping over Theo’s back.

“I’m going to stay down here a bit longer. I’ll be up later,” Draco kissed the back of your hand before letting Theo carry you to the dorms.

“I want to go to your bed.”

“My bed?” he teased, kissing your cheeks. You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

He carried you to Draco’s prefect dorm, the large, private room where the three of you often slept. 

Theo gently set you down on the edge of the bed, stepping into the ensuite and returning with a washcloth. You scrunched your face as he cleaned your makeup off gently, holding your jaw in his hand. You relaxed, letting him wash your makeup off, appreciating that he was doing it for you. 

Theo loved to dote on you. He was gentle and sweet, and enjoyed caring for you and showering you with attention. It extended to Draco, too, who basked in the brunette’s affections. 

You slipped off your jeans and crawled under the covers as soon as Theo was finished with your face. He smiled at you when he returned, amused by how cuddly you got when you were tired.

“I want Draco,” you murmured, reaching out to his side of the empty bed.

“What am I to you, then?”

“I already have you here with me,” you pulled him into a kiss, feeling him smile against your lips. 

Theo changed into joggers before sliding in bed with you. You moved to lay on top of him, wrapping your body around his. His hands moved to rest on your backside, gently brushing his thumbs over your skin. 

Theo felt your breathing deepen as you fell asleep, curling up tighter into him. He kissed your head, listening to your soft sighs as you exhaled. 

You were warm, like a little heater curled up on his chest. You snuggled deeper into the sweater as you slept, seeming to bury into the coziness. He pulled the duvet up higher over your back, and you relaxed, your fingers resting on his chest.

Theo looked up when the door opened later, Draco slipping inside. He smiled at the two of you, his two favorite people. Draco walked over, setting his hand on Theo’s shoulder and kissing him firmly.

“I love you,” Theo whispered, and Draco nodded, saying it back. 

He brushed hair from your face, leaning down and kissing your temple. He sat beside the two of you for a while, murmuring softly with Theo about plans for the weekend before finally getting ready for bed. 

They were careful not to disturb you, and Draco slid under the duvet, settling against Theo’s side. Theo removed an arm from you to wrap around Draco, playing with his silvery hair until they fell asleep.

You woke up between the boys, all three of you half-asleep. You stirred and realized both of your boyfriends were hard.

“Hey, hey,” Theo murmured, grabbing your hip as you ground back against him. 

You rolled over and wrapped your arm around his neck, dragging the boy into a heavy kiss. Your fingers trailed over his defined abs, below his waistband. He moaned into your mouth, weakly bucking his hips into your hand as you stroked him. He was heavy in your fingers, his skin soft like velvet. The feeling was making arousal soak through your panties, smearing on the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Theo moaned before pushing his tongue into your mouth, deepening your kiss. 

“Watching you two go at it is making me horny,” Draco murmured against your neck. He pushed his sweats down and began to grind against your ass, making you gasp. He hooked his fingers in the lace that barely covered you, pulling it aside. 

“Keep touching Theo, baby,” Draco encouraged, pulling your leg over his to give him better access before he carefully pushed the tip inside of you. You stuttered for a moment before sliding your thumb over Theo’s tip, making him whine. Draco decided to tease you, a hint of sadism breaking through your early-morning softness. His thrusts were shallow at first, just barely entering you, edging your entrance.

“Draco, please fuck me,” you cried, trying to squirm back to take more of him in.

“I am, baby,” he feigned innocence, amusement sparkling in his starry eyes.

“N-no, you’re teasing me. Please, I want all of you!”

Draco gave you what you wanted all at once, his entire body connecting with yours. You arched your back off of Draco’s chest, ecstasy consuming you as the ridges of his cock dragged against your walls. Draco’s hips thrusted forward, burying himself as deep as possible inside of you. Your head dropped back on his shoulder, your vision blurring as his fingers rubbed circles on your clit. 

“Come for me, Theo,” you begged sweetly, feeling him twitch in your hand. 

His hand went to the back of your head, dragging you into another kiss as he came. His hips stuttered as he released in your hand, making a mess of his joggers.

“You’re taking Draco’s cock so well, sweetheart. You look so pretty getting fucked like this in my sweater,” Theo praised you, laying his hand on the space between your hips.

“He’s so big, I can feel him in your belly, stretching you out. I bet you’re so tight, squeezing the life out of him,” Theo’s words made Draco fuck you harder, chasing the relief he craved.

Theo kissed you, his hands slipping under your sweater to gently fondle your tits. He lazily rocked into your hand, still-half hard from the erotic sight of you being railed by Draco.

“I’m so close, fucking hell,” Draco swore, pulling your hips back to meet his as he wrapped his body around yours. The pressure building up inside of him exploded, and soon he was filling your pussy with hot white ribbons, buried all the way inside of you. You cried out against Theo’s lips at the sensation, overwhelmed from feeling so full.

Draco’s torture on your clit didn’t cease, and soon you were tumbling over the edge, throbbing tightly around Draco as you came with a shudder. Your orgasm washed through you in waves, drawing out your euphoria until you were shaking.

You winced as Draco pulled out of you, moving your panties back in place, keeping your releases inside of you. Some of it seeped through the lace, making you feel even more lewd. Draco swore at the sight, gathering it on his fingers before tasting you, making your cheeks burn. You hid your face in Theo, who lovingly stroked your hair.

Peacefulness settled back over the room, and your mind and body softened, leftover endorphins simmering and making you relaxed.

Both boys admired you, whispering soft praises about how lovely you were and how amazing you treated them. They adored you, showering you with affection and making sure you knew how terribly loved you were.

The boys let you rest for a few moments, catching your breath and letting the high wear off. You felt a bit dazed as you opened your eyes, gazing up at the two gorgeous boys on either side of you.

“We gotta shower, sweetheart. We’re all filthy. Your hand is messy and your pussy is spilling all over the place,” Theo kindly teased, cupping you between your legs and making you shudder and lean back into Draco.

“Sensitive, love?” Draco asked, leading you toward the shower.

“A little,” you confessed, your steps unsteady from the force of Draco fucking you. Theo helped you out if your clothes and tossed them aside, opening the glass door.

Steam rose from the shower and you welcomed the hot water as you moved under the stream. It washed away the filth from your body, and you leaned back into Theo’s chest so he could properly cleanse you.

He squeezed vanilla soap into his hands before rubbing and massaging it into your body, the sweet scent wafting around you. You let him turn you so he could wash your back, and Draco kissed your shoulder. You faded from reality as they washed themselves, your mind wandering to your warm bed that you desperately wished to get back to.

It took some convincing to get you to let them wash your hair. You reminded them to be careful of your tangles, and they promised to be gentle.

“Baby, did I hurt you?” Draco’s worried voice broke you out of your dreamy thoughts.

You looked down and saw the bruise on your hip, matching up with his hand. Theo tensed, his fingertips brushing softly over your marked skin. He hated to see you with any sign of injury, wanting to protect you.

“No, not at all,” you promised Draco, giving him a reassuring kiss. The boys exchanged a silent look, and Draco knew he was in for it later, bound to receive a lecture from Theo about being careful with you.

Draco guided your head under the water, rising the soap from your hair before shutting it off. You squeezed the water out of your hair, hesitating to leave the warm shower.

You shivered, goosebumps breaking out over your skin as you stepped into the cold air. Theo noticed, wrapping you in a towel. You giggled as he playfully rubbed you through it, tickling your sides and dragging you against his chest.

“It’s so cold! I want to go back to bed,” you complained, trying to make your way back to the magically cleaned sheets.

“Let’s get breakfast first, then go to Hogsmeade with everyone,” Draco suggested, and you sighed, unable to deny the attractiveness of the idea.

You slipped into fur-lined leggings and a warm sweater, pulling wool socks onto your feet to go inside of your boots.

Two cardamom buns and a cup of coffee later, you were braving the icy temperatures in order to go shopping and get some butterbeer.

You walked between them, holding each of their hands as you popped in and out of shops, chattering excitedly with your friends.

Giggles erupted from you as both boys kissed your cheeks, making you squeal with delight as you entered a pub for some butterbeer. You slid into a booth, closed in between their bodies, deciding there was nowhere else you’d rather be than with them.

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part 2: cozy (2).

#earl grey draco #earl grey theo #theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theo nott x reader smut #theo nott x reader fluff #theo nott fluff #theo nott smut #draco #draco malfoy #draco fluff #draco smut #draco x reader #draco x reader smut #draco x reader fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco x theo x reader #draco x reader x theo #harry potter #Draco imagine #Draco oneshot #theo nott imagine

[stuckysdumbbitch]

a worthy present

summary: Bucky loves to treat Steve on his birthdays

pairings: steve rogers x bucky barnes, dark! stucky x reader

warnings: 18+ content, kidnapping, noncon, smut, oral (m receiving), loss of virginity, slight blood, somnophilia towards the end, implied murder

happy birthday to this hot bitch

masterlist

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Bucky was overjoyed when he heard the door opening, signaling Steve’s arrival to the big house they had on the private neighborhood. He looked at the big red box with the surprise he had planned for weeks before jumping from his seat at the couch to welcome his lover.

Steve smiled at him, lacing his arms at his neck while Bucky cradled his hips lovingly. They kissed, sweet and tenderly.

“Happy Birthday baby,” Bucky mumbled, his steely blue eyes locking into Steve’s sky blues. It was almost perfect.

Pushing his boyfriend towards the nearest table, the blonde began fumbling with his belt until Bucky playfully pulled him off.

“Wait! I have to give you your present,” he chuckled, side stepping him.

“Can’t it wait? you gonna give me blue balls!”Steve groaned, a smirk tugging at his lips as Bucky pulled him to the living room.

Steve eyed curiously the box, confusion and amusement in his eyes. Bucky pushed him towards the present like a little child.

As the bows were untied, the sides of the boxes fell. Bucky gazed into Steve’s expressionless face as a shocked gasp left his lips.

“Saw you looking at the café the other day,” Bucky explained, wrapping his hands around the soldier’s shoulders.

Steve bent down to cradle your face, a hot tear falling into his hand. He admired how your cherry red painted lips wrapped around the ball gag, and the 4th of July inspired lingerie Bucky had most likely put you. Your calves were tied to your thighs and your wrists were bound to your back in thick red rope that had left marks on your pretty skin.

He reached to undo the ties, you fell over from the strain of your muscles but remained in all fours. Your breath hitched when you realized how lovingly Steve was staring at you, and your gaze fell down to the notable bulge on his jeans.

“You like it?”Bucky asked, with the same calmness as if he was asking about a new pair of pants.

Steve’s lips curled into a wide smile, showing his pearly white teeth. He dropped to his knees, finally removing the ball gag while cradling your face.

As soon as the tension was relieved from your jaw, Captain America pressed a bruising kiss into your lips. Your palms curled against his chest, pushing him off with all your strength.

He chuckled at your attempts, scooping your panicked frame into his arms and standing up. He looked back at Bucky, squeezing you even harder from the adrenaline.

“Thank you Buck,” he whispered, holding you with one hand as he laced his hand with the other’s. He lead into the bedroom, you on his broad shoulder staring at Bucky’s triumphant face.

You were suddenly thrown into the plush bedding of the king sized bed, super soldiers peeling of their clothes in front of you. You scooted to the edge of the bed only to have Bucky tut at you, grabbing your ankle clad in stiletto heels with his vibranium hand.

“Why isn’t she screaming?” the blonde wandered, more of confusion than annoyance.

“Trained her well,” Bucky commented, naked body flopping on top of you to crush you with his weight. “spanked her when she tries to deny me; haven’t had her yet though, wanted to keep her pure for you,”

You winced remembering the “training” in the basement, dark and cold while he kept defiling you. You barely noticed Steve plopping on the bed beside you, transfigured on Bucky’s sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Move over jerk,” Steve teased and Bucky moved to the side, allowing him space “she’s my present, not yours.”

“getting jealous punk?” The brunet wondered, knitting his brows. Steve ignored him, pulling down your red and white lacy panties as Bucky unbuckled the blue see through bra with silver stars.

Bucky had taken time to expertly wax you, leaving you almost more bare than ever, along with the hormone pills he fed you to keep you aroused.

Steve’s splayed hands pulled you open, looking hungrily at your sloppy core.

“Please,” you begged Bucky, whose brows furrowed at your demand “i’m just a normal girl I-“

your pleas were silenced by him pulling out his thick veiny cock you had seen a hundred times, but he never did more than ask for a blow job or hand job. He began pumping while staring at you carelessly. You sobbed at this, and at the sudden prod of a wet muscle in your throbbing entrance.

Steve quickly latched into your clit, sucking at it while moaning at your sweet taste. You let out an unconscious whimper at the intrusion, back curving off the bed and lips turning into a perfect “o” shape.

Bucky slipped his cock inside your mouth at this, the length still hard to swallow. You relaxed your throat like he told you to do, groaning around it at Steve’s ministrations.

You came quickly at Steve’s mercy, but not quick enough to calm down before you felt an unknown dick prod at your virgin entrance. You gulped, making Bucky let out a deep growl and reach to squeeze your boob into his palm.

Steve’s hand trailed around your body until it settled on your hips. His thrust was quick, yet faltering to put pressure at the barrier; he admires the slight blood that dripped out of your entrance, staining his dick once he was fully seated inside.

His thrusts were slow and pasional, but strong. Each squeal meant her to clung into their dicks, fueling the super soldiers.

Bucky came first, spilling his salty load into her mouth before ordering to swallow. He knelt next to Steve, watching his lover’s dick disappear inside of you.

He soon went hard again, but conformed with jerking off using your spit as lube.

“Such a good bunny,” Steve panted, pushing your legs over his shoulders and bending down to kiss your tears away and place a tender kiss on your lips, to then straighten up and jack hammer into you.

“She really is a good girl,” Bucky praised, imitating Steve’s actions to kiss you, tasting himself on you.

Your squeals and yelps were so damn adorable for them, how you wiggled around, lost in pleasure. Bucky kissed the bulge on your stomach from how deep Steve’s cock was, trailing up to your sweet nipples.

“Look at this,” Bucky grinned, a hand delving into your slit to tease your clit. With just a few brushes of his metal hand, you let out the loudest moan of the night snuggling Steve deep inside your clenching walls. You panted for air, eyes fluttering close as you fell limp against the bed “sweet thing can’t even come without going unconscious,”

The sight was enough for both of them to cum, Steve painting your insides while Bucky shot towards your perky chest.

Both soldiers shared a loving look before kissing deeply, the blonde still balls deep inside of you.

“Thanks Buck,” Steve smiled, hand tugging the brunet’s long locks “I loved it,”

“We keeping her?” Bucky asked shyly, hopeful glint on his eyes “she just isn’t like the other girls,”

“Can’t let this sweet pussy go to waste,” Steve replied, pulling out his blood stained dick for emphasis “our sweet little bunny,”

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #dark! stucky #dark!stucky x reader #dark!stucky #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #marvel #dark!avengers #avengers #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #dark fic #captain america x reader #bucky barnes imagine #dark!bucky #bucky x you #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes smut

[thebeautyoffanfics]

rengoku kyojuro x gn!reader

a/n: despite the fact that this is comfort for one of my biggest fears, the hardest part was finding a character to write bc i’m,,,,,, obsessing over several- ANYWAY i wanted to rip my heart out ig </3

warnings: MUGEN TRAIN SPOILERS!!! Character death as well!!

word count: 2,144

Love… was complicated. Overly so. Would you ever find love?

That thought- that lingering fear- overwhelmed you more than you’d like to admit. What if, should you fall in love, the person does not feel the same? What if the relationship fell apart? What if, after years of pretending it’s alright- after loving them for so long, they fall out of love? What if you’re left there, broken hearted, with nowhere to go? What if you never fell in love again? What if the commitment overwhelmed you, and you chickened out of a relationship that could have grown to be beautiful?

What if… you never fell in love?

It was terrifying to you. Being alone forever. Never kissing anyone- never having someone to hold, hold more lovingly, overall differently, from the way a friend would hug you. Still, falling in love was scary. Absolutely terrifying for those established reasons.

Love was scary. Cripplingly so.

Yet… you fell in love.

You fell so hard. So hard for someone you weren’t sure you would expect- someone who, quite literally, was like the sun. Bright, warm, friendly. A hero. Your hero, and so many others’. He was loud, strong, tall, and genuinely, purely, beautiful. The most wonderful man you’d ever met. Someone who made you forget about your fears after a bit- the only thing you could afford to think about was him after all- there was no room for anxiety or tears.

“I understand, (Y/N),” He had told you- it felt like forever ago, though it was only a few years.

“Love is terrifying! But, isn’t that what makes it so fun? It makes your heart beat as hard as it does in a battle- except I’m not head-to-head against a monster! It’s just me and the person that I care for very deeply!! That person is you! And if I miss the chance to love you now, who knows when it’ll come again!! Live selfishly! Boldly! Do everything with a burning passion- and that includes love!!!”

The words he spoke weren’t incredibly moving. They were words you told yourself. But, hearing them from someone who made you face that deep fear- it made you feel… capable. As if, with him, you could do anything… maybe you would live selfishly. Consider the future, but not that heavily. Surely, it would hold great things.

The future had held great things. From that moment- the moment Rengoku looked you in your eyes, and you held eye contact longer than you had before. Your face burned, your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, and your stomach was twisted in knots. You felt as though you could cry. It was… exciting. It was fun. To feel so scared- to have every nerve in your body completely on edge- yet there was no life-threatening danger. In fact, in front of you was a man you trusted wholeheartedly. He’d protect you. He’d… wait for you.

He did wait. He waited for you to decide. He let you lead a lot of the relationship, until he was confident that you were completely comfortable.

Everything about him made you feel safe. He was practically perfect. Even when working hard- pushing himself past his limit, then a little further- protecting innocent lives, while risking his own innocent life- he made time for you.

You sniffled, looking up quickly once you felt a large hand rest on your head. You were resting your head on the edge of the bed where your injured boyfriend was lying. It was a dangerous fight- as if not all of them were. He was beaten up pretty badly- bandages littered his body, and the arm not on your head was resting in a sling.

“What’s the matter!”

You squinted, nearly reaching to hit him, but stopping yourself. At that, he laughed, not intending any harm. In his eyes, it was just a little beating. The Demon Slayer Corps had still one that fight- it was one less demon to terrorize humans- it was a victory. So what if he got a few scratches? Surely, he was bound to recover quickly!!

“You’re… hurt, Kyojuro.”

“So it appears!! However, I’m alive and well!! I’ll heal quickly, I promise you!”

You shook your head, removing his hand from your head, and holding it carefully. “That’s not my concern. I mean- I do want you to heal quickly, but- but… I know I can’t convince you to quit. I wouldn’t want to do that. This is your passion… I just worry about you… aren’t Upper Moons as strong as 3 Hashira? That’s- that’s three of you. What if you encountered one of them alone-?”

“They wouldn’t send me to fight an Upper Moon alone, hahaha! And, if I encounter one, I’ll just have to fight 3 times as hard!! I won’t die so easily!!”

His words were reassuring, and you knew he’d fight as hard as he could, but… all his bold, joyful words couldn’t stop every fear you had. You loved him too much to let a fear like that slip. Still, you tightened your grip on his hand, nodding and offering him a smile. In times like these, he continued to grin. You could do the same.

Rengoku was kind. He was kind to you- kind to his brother, his father, and everyone. You were kind as well, or as kind as you could be. It still felt hard to match his pure kindness though- if you had to list favorite things about him, that would certainly be at the top. The way he treated others. The way he smiled, the way he listened patiently, and offered his kindest words all the time.

“I’m so sorry!” Senjuro apologized, dropping the wooden sword, and bringing his hands to his mouth worriedly. Though you had been watching a bit to the side, you stepped forward, wincing at the bruise already forming on the side of Kyojuro’s face.

“That was impressive!!!” Kyojuro shouted, practically sparkling. “Your arm is certainly getting better! That was an amazing hit! I’m proud!!”

At that, you laughed lightly, as Senjuro sighed, bringing his hands down a bit. “I’ll go get ice!” Senjuro added quickly, standing straight, then running towards the house. You sat next to Kyojuro, glancing at the bruise, then at his happy expression.

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes! Isn’t that wonderful?!”

You laughed again, leaning your head against his shoulder, then sitting back up. “I understand where you’re coming from, I just… ahh, I would have been upset if that was my sibling.”

“No way!! A bruise is forming!! If that was a real sword, he surely would have cut me nicely! That’s incredible! Should he choose the same path I have, he’ll make an amazing slayer!!”

Senjuro ran back out, offering his brother ice covered lightly in a cloth. Kyojuro thanked him loudly, placing the ice to his face, then standing back up.

“Now! Are you ready to continue?!!”

You loved him… as days like those passed, you grew to gladly accept it. You wanted to tell him. You wanted to tell others. It was overwhelming, in the best way possible now. It… made your heart feel warm. It made you so happy. You weren’t as scared. You were happy that you were in love- and even happier that you were at a point where you could embrace it…

You stood next to him, outside of your house, the stars twinkling brightly above the both of you. You knew, as did he, that it was nearly time for Kyojuro to head home. You wanted to make excuses though- there had to be a reason to make him stay. He wanted an excuse too- but, you settled for standing outside, the stars your excuse.

“Father and Senjuro are probably sound asleep!” He said, placing a hand on your back. You nodded, glancing over at him, and finding that he was already looking at you.

“There are probably demons and animals out…” You added, looking back up at the stars.

“I don’t live far, of course! Plus, I can fend for myself!”

“I don’t doubt that you can.”

Silence ensued. Neither of you moved.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Kyojuro said, as he had several times before. Those times, you’d smile, offering a thank you- but now, you knew you loved him too. In such a casual moment like this, your love for him made your chest feel full.

“I love you too, Kyojuro,” You responded. Your words were a bit louder than usual- you wanted to make sure he heard you. To make sure he knew you were proud of your love.

His usual smile grew to a grin, and an uncharacteristic blush grew on his face. It was barely visible, especially in the moonlight, but you were glad you weren’t the only one.

His hand on your back moved to your shoulder, and he pulled you over gently into a side-hug. You grinned this time, wrapping an arm around his side as well. He was warm. He was so very alive. Yet… that live- that warmth, that grin- you weren’t aware how limited it was.

…

“Be safe, Kyojuro,” You said, hugging him tightly. Something felt off. You tried to convince him to hold back, but he was determined. You knew good and well he’d die protecting others. He’d be happy to. He wasn’t suicidal- he didn’t want to die- but he would. You knew he would.

Kyojuro hugged back, his smile never faltering as his strong arms squeezed you lightly.

“It’s just a train ride! I’ll be back, so don’t worry!!”

He lied.

Kyojuro released the hug, just to hug his brother, who wore a similarly worried expression as you did. Neither of you had heard of fighting on a train. All the passengers- such a limited space. Was it especially dangerous? No, it had to be the same as any other fight, right-? Then, why were you both so worried…

As Kyojuro departed, you placed a hand on Senjuro’s shoulder. The youngest Rengoku glanced up at you, offering an empty smile- it was similar to his brothers, only missing the honesty.

Now, you sat, crumpled to the floor, your heart aching worse than you had ever expected. It hurt. It hurt so badly. You never knew pain this bad.

Your fears were a reality. Falling in love- falling so deeply in love- then losing it. Losing it in the worst way possible. In all of your agony, you could have promised you saw even the crow that delivered the news crying. He hadn’t changed only your life… he touched so many others’. Each of the Hashira. His brother. His father. The slayers. Complete strangers.

Kyojuro’s bright smile would forever be imprinted in your mind, even as you sobbed, practically cursing whatever entity let something like this befall. Cursing whichever demon that did something like that to such an amazing man.

Tears streamed down your face, no words being able to express how badly you hurt, as you picked up a letter from Senjuro.

“Tanjiro told me that he was smiling.”

Tears already fell upon the paper, belonging to Senjuro. Now yours coated it as well, as you felt another pang in your heart. Despite that, and despite the sobs that still wracked your body, you smiled lightly. “Of course you were, you idiot…”

You knew he wasn’t an idiot. And you knew his smile was genuine. He was happy to die protecting others. He won the battle he went to win- you were sure he injured the monster that attacked him. No- that demon didn’t deserve to be called something as lighthearted and overused as a monster- there were no words to describe such a disgusting coward such as him. But now Kyojuro is with his mom… his hearing is returned. His injuries are nonexistent. He’s smiling in whatever afterlife there is. He’s rejoicing with all the other Rengokus. All of his friends he lost along the way. He’s celebrating, and cheering for all of the slayers that are still battling on. He’s encouraging everyone. Praying for the battles that are to come- no matter how big and small. Praying for those pained by his loss- encouraging everyone to move on. To keep their heads up. To keep smiling, just as he did.

“Thank you, Kyo… I love you so much,” You whispered, hugging the letter to your chest.

Even if he wasn’t present physically, you were still sure you could hear him. “I love you too, (Y/N).” Yes, definitely… you heard him. And, with his life forever engrained with yours, you’d live proudly, selfishly, for his sake. You’d live, holding your head high, and smiling no matter the obstacles you’d face.

But, for now, it was okay to cry. Kyojuro would allow that. You knew for sure.

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[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Napoleon Bonaparte

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Having worked at the Museum of Natural History for over two years, very little was capable of surprising you at this point. You’d come to expect the unexpected and you were almost always prepared for anything.

- Apparently though, there was still a few things that managed to catch you off guard: like your dear friend; and ex coworker, explaining that Ahkmenrah’s evil brother was trying to take over the world …or the fact that you’d wind up finding Napoleon Bonaparte of all people; or wax figures, …sort of attractive. 

- Yeah... that was an interesting discovery....

- So, as the story goes, Larry informed you that the museum exhibits were in trouble and that he’d be traveling to Washington in hopes of saving them from whatever danger they’d found themselves in. With very little convincing, you’d agreed to accompany him and you soon found yourself facing off with Kahmunrah and his various minions.

- Which led you to this exact moment: standing cornered in a random room as Napoleon and his guards pointed weapons at you and; mainly, Larry. 

- You watched silently as Larry and the man went back and forth, arguing about height and whatever other unimportant thing came up before you’d made yourself a little more known by complimenting the French mans plan. 

- Whether you were being serious or merely taking the piss is unimportant, all that matters is that you’d made it seem as though you found the man to be impressive and that you’d directed his attention towards you …and boy did he like what he saw. 

- He immediately walked over, putting on a smile and thanking you as he began to noticeably behave in a far more flirty way. 

- Although it wasn’t entirely successful; particularly after he slid across the floor to question Larry about your relationship, it did manage to catch you off guard and get you just a tad bit flustered. 

- But, just as soon as it began, it was over in a flash. The man forced Larry to come with him, interrupting you as you began to say that you were coming with them, telling you that their fight was not with you; which you would probably have considered to be quite noble in just about any other circumstance. 

- Your story momentarily ends here but that isn’t the last time you encounter the Frenchmen. It’s only a few months later that the Museum of Natural History gets a few new guests....

- The first time Napoleon awakens again, he almost immediately encounters Larry; which neither of them are very happy about. What he is happy about is the realization that if Larry is here, there’s a very likely chance that you are as well. 

- So; with forced nonchalance, the man asks about you. 

“And your friend ...is she here?” He says slowly, looking around as though he expects you to show up at any moment. 

“Yeah. Yeah, she’s here. She works here so …you know,” Larry pauses. “She’s probably in her office …working. Downstairs …her office.”

- They stand in an awkward silence for a moment before they both excuse themselves and Napoleon goes off in search of you.

-  He runs into you just as you’re coming up for a break, greeting you with a charming smile and a “Bonjour Mademoiselle”. And, for the first time since you first met, he properly introduces himself, kissing your hand and making it increasingly obvious that his interest in your love life was not merely a “French thing”. 

- And though you should probably be doing whatever you can to get away from the wax figure with a questionable moral compass, you find yourself unable to. Instead, you stand and speak with him, making conversation until you really need to get back to work.

- But that isn’t the last time you speak with him …he makes sure of that. It seems as though you’re the only thing that really interests him in the museum and soon enough, you’re growing quite used to; and fond of, his growing presence in your life. 

- It doesn’t take long for Napoleon to try and ask you out. I mean he conquered most of Europe; wooing a woman is childs play compared to that, right? 

- Partially. While you do like him and admit that his French flirtation is tempting, you also know that you have to be reasonable and being reasonable does not include dating a museum exhibit who is only capable of coming alive at night with the help of a magical tablet. 

- So the two of you play a game of cat and mouse where he flirts and you enjoy it but do your best to pull away when things start to get too heavy and you can feel the damning words approaching the tip of his tongue.

- You never let him get to the point of actually asking you out. You excuse yourself, you distract him, you change the subject, you do whatever you can to keep your head on straight.

- And it works, it works for a pretty good amount of time, but there's only so long that you can avoid the inevitable; especially when its obvious that you both like each other.

- So finally, the wax figure manages to get the words out, very romantically and suavely asking if you would be his, and though your mind is telling you that it really isn't a good idea, you cant help but say yes.

- He smiles and plants a kiss on the hand of yours that he was holding, telling you that he’ll meet you at your office the next night and the two of you say goodbye.

- Your first date is a stroll around the museum, talking and enjoying your newfound attempt at a relationship.

- You share your first kiss a week or so later after you have a few good dates and decide that you want to continue on with this out of the ordinary relationship.

- You’re sitting outside on the steps of the museum, looking out at the view of the city under the stars when he leans in and presses his lips to yours. You share a soft kiss before you pull away with a smile and scoot in closer to each other.

- After that, the two of you get to experience all the nitty gritty of relationships with each other.

- Napoleon isn't shy about his interest in and affection for you so pda isn’t a rare occurrence in your relationship. He adores you and he thinks that people should know that. 

- His arm around your waist; depending on your height it’s probably the easiest place for him to reach. 

- Keeping close to each other. He’ll oftentimes hold your hand or your elbow and stay right by your side, looking at you lovingly and listening to you intently. 

- Knuckle kisses. 

- Slow, romantic kisses. 

- Him occasionally just laying one on you; particularly when he’s frustrated or overcome with another sort of powerful emotion. They’re always abrupt and passionate and wind up taking your breath away. 

- He uses a lot of pet names on you; oftentimes ones that make you sound small or cute: things like my little darling, my little mouse, etc. He’ll also use a plethora of French terms of endearment on you since he doesn’t speak a whole lot of English. 

- He secretly likes when you use pet names on him but he probably won’t admit it to you; he’ll just have a little smile on his face and a warm reaction to them whenever you happen to use them. 

- Don’t even bring up the idea of him being the little spoon because he will never take kindly to it. He’ll always be the big spoon or have you resting your head on him regardless of how little sense it may make snuggle-wise. 

- The two of you are only capable of seeing each other at night and only when you can get away from work or when you’re able to get night shifts so he likes being able to have a keepsake of you. More likely than not it’s a photo or note that you wrote him which he keeps in his pocket or hat. 

- Bringing in little treats for him. He’s stuck inside a museum and his own waxy body most of the time, he’s bound to miss things from the outside world so it’s always nice when you surprise him with something no matter how small.

- Having him by your side whenever you can. He likes lazying around and just being in your presence while you work so you better get used to him. 

- He’s always the first one to greet you when he awakens or as you arrive at the museum for your shift. He likes having that honor.

- Telling him about the outside world. He’s missed a lot so you’ll definitely need to fill him in on some current events. He’d also be rather interested in hearing about his impact on the world and how people view him; just try not to mention the complex thing too much. 

- Learning about each others lives. He’s obviously going to have a lot more interesting stories but he never minds listening to yours; even if they’re really boring in comparison.

- Letting him brag about his military prowess. He’ll probably try to act all humble and modest in the beginning but will then start eagerly talking about it like you were begging him to do so.

- Hyping him up and making him all smiley with your compliments. He’s pretty approval driven so your praise and validation does wonders to his self esteem.

- His soldiers standing guard or interrupting you if something important is happening.

- His soldiers have also probably helped him execute grand gestures that he’s thought up for you.

- Trying to sneak him out of the museum and into your home every now and again. 

- If you’re able to sneak him away for a night then he’d probably enjoy going to a quiet café or restaurant; somewhere the two of you can relax and enjoy some nice food away from the typical chaos of the museum. 

- He’d definitely be the type of guy to order for you at restaurants; if you were able to go to restaurants. It’s really up to you if you want to spend your hard earned money and take the time to try to figure out a way to get him out for the night. 

- Getting him to play little games with you. You have to do something to pass the time, right? And he’s secretly a bit of a pushover for you so it’s never very difficult.

- Using his telescope to look out the windows of the museum.

- Picnics in areas of the museum or right outside on the steps.

- Marching/strutting around the Museum. Something tells me that he’d walk around with his chin held high and his chest puffed out; as though he were still emperor.

- Romantic language; though he probably speaks in French when he wants to be all lovey dovey with you. 

- Him looking you up and down. He’s fairly obvious about it but it’s up to you to know if you’d be able to pick up on what he’s doing.

- Get used to winking and borderline salacious facial expressions and gestures because they’re fairly common with him.

- Love letters. 

- He’s old fashioned; partially because he’s just old, so chivalry and social etiquette is a big part of who he is; though it might only surface when he’s around you. He’s always on his best behavior whenever he can be and acts endearingly gentlemanly.

- Gossiping with each other. 

- You having any Napoleon “merch”; for lack of a better word, would make him completely smug and he’d have no other choice but to tease you for it. 

- Dealing with his overdramatic reactions and behavior. 

- Making sure he doesn't get into trouble; or at least trying to whenever you can. Sometimes it’s just inevitable so you’ll have to do your best to provide damage control. 

- Letting him handle his fights. It’s best to just sit back and let him deal with things sometimes; he likes thinking that he doesn’t need any help even when he really does. 

- Ivan probably makes sure that you have only the best intentions for Little Nippy and once he likes you, he’ll feel the need to defend and protect you as well. 

- Larry thinks you’re sort of crazy for wanting to be with a wax figure; particularly one who literally had a complex created in his image, but you just pay him no mind. 

- Napoleon isn’t an incredibly jealous person, mainly because he’s not afraid to be direct and ask questions. If he thinks something is going on between you and another person, he’s going to interrogate them to see what their intentions are. 

- But on that note: he does get jealous when you fawn over someone else; someone like a movie star, or show fascination in another exhibit; although it’s less jealousy and more him feeling insecure and wondering what they have that he doesn't. 

- He isn’t particularly protective but he also has guards he can order to watch over you whenever he perceives there to be some form of danger. That being said: he’s immediately rushing to your side the minute he hears you let out any pained/frightened noise or hears that something might have happened to you. 

- Given how sensitive he is, there’s bound to be a few arguments in your relationship. They’re never very serious but they still occur. 

- He’s easily placated with an apology or an explanation but if you’re not in the mood to give one, it still wont take him very long to forgive you and begrudgingly admit that he may have overreacted. 

- Napoleon tells you that he loves you quite a bit but he leaves it for when you’re alone or tries to say it quiet enough for the people around you not to hear. He wants people to know that you’re together, he doesn’t want them thinking he’s weak. 

- Your relationship might not be the most conventional nor is it one that’s easy to keep up for years to come, but you know that you care about each other more than anyone can know and that's enough for you. 

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[whumperooni]

Imagine being such a perfect little angel for papa enji. Always taking care of him. Scrubbing him when he’s in the bath, rubbing his shoulders and drying him off when he gets out the bath. Maybe you even stroke his cock when he’s in there. When you go out with your friends for lunch, you always bring him something back like his favourite cake or something. You make sure he has dinner ready for him when he comes home, sitting in his lap and bouncing on his cock slowly as he eats. Sucking him off after a long day being a hero. Telling Daddy how much you love him, how you’ll always be his as he looks at you with a look that only a father can give his little girl. You always make sure his hero costume is clean and ready for work. You always do as daddy says and he loves his little girl for it 😭😭

Please this makes me so somft ♡

tags/warnings: tw incest, blowjobs, a touch of somft, tw grooming

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“Daddy, wait! I made you lunch!” Enji blinks and pauses in the doorway, head turning back to find his little girl bounding over to him. You’re still dressed in your bedclothes- a thin, silky nightgown and fuzzy slippers, a robe that’s slipped off your shoulder- and Enji huffs at that, huffs at the sleep that’s still written all over your face. You press a bento box into his hands and a kiss to his cheek- one that he returns with a grunt whenever you peer up at him with expectant, drowsy eyes. “Have a good day at work, daddy! I love you!” “I love you too, little one.”

➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺ “Aw, Endeavor, did your little girl make that for you? How cute.” Enji grunts and he shoulders away Hawks when the boy peers over his shoulder, ignores the pout that pops up on the hero’s face. “You’re so lucky! I want someone to make me lunch,” Hawks whines, trying to creep his hand over Enji’s other shoulder to grab the food. Enji scowls and he shoulders the boy away, finds himself curling protectively around his lunch as feathers begin to shiver. “Hey, come on- let me try a bite!” “No.” “You’re so stingy! That’s not befitting of the number one hero, ya know!” “You have your own lunch,” Enji points out in a snap. “Not one made with love and care! C’mon- just one bite!” “I said no.” Hawks huffs and he plops down next to Enji- crowding his space like he always does, obnoxious wings beating against Enji’s back and making him huff. A little smirk plays across the flame hero’s face as he watches the boy unwrap a store bought sandwich and the usual annoyance of crinkling cellophane goes unnoticed as Enji takes a bite of karaage. It’s delicious- as usual- and Enji smiles as he slowly eats the lunch his daughter had so lovingly prepared for him. ➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺ Hero work is good work- honorable work- but it leads to very long days. Enji is tired by the time he gets home- weary from a day full of catching bad guys and filing endless paperwork, dealing with the expectations of the public and the burden of self-righteousness. You greet him when he gets home as always- a tumbler of bourbon in your hands neat and so welcome, a smile on your face. The kiss you press to his cheek is soft and sweet and Enji hums as he returns it- lips brushing just against the corner of yours. “Daddy, how was your day?” “It was fine.” You nod, accepting that, and follow after him as he heads toward the den- your soft footsteps lost under the sounds of his thundering ones. Enji sits himself in his armchair and you take your rightful place on his lap- hand lightly landing on his chest and your gaze fond as you watch him take a drink. “I made udon tonight, daddy,” you tell him, hand working up to loosen his tie and undo one button, two. Enji hums as your fingers stroke over the scarred, bared flesh of his chest and takes another drink, allows his lashes to lower. “But I can draw you a bath first if you want to relax before dinner.” A bath does sound good- it’s just what he needs to unwind after a long day. “I’d like that, little one.” Your face lights up and you nod- only getting up after you press another adoring kiss to his cheek. Enji watches you leave- dress swishing along your thighs- and he slowly drains the rest of his bourbon, allows himself to relax in the comfort of his home. He has such a good daughter. It’s such a shame that the others can’t be like you. ➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺ “Is it warm enough, daddy?” Enji hums in response- eyes opening and flitting to the side to drink in the sight of you knelt by the bathtub. You have a smile on your face- soft and content- and your hands are just as soft as they run over his body, wash him off with a gentle touch. No one else has ever treated him the way you do- with pure admiration and respect, a never-ending love and a sweet, subservient adoration. You treat him kindly, wonderfully and he knows deep in his heart that he doesn’t deserve it. He accepts it all the same, though. “I’m going to do the shopping tomorrow,” you murmur- fingers kneading along his bicep and working up to his shoulders. You rise, just slightly, with it and Enji’s eyes draw half-shut as your bosom presses against him. “Can I pick anything up for you?” “No, but I need my suit taken to the dry cleaners.” “The navy one? I’ll drop it off.” Enji nods and you hum softly, press against him more as you reach over to his other shoulder. He enjoys your gentle ministrations and he relaxes under your touch, relaxes more when your nails gently scratch through the hair at the base of his skull. “Daddy, do you want me to shave you tonight?” you ask, fingers glancing along his jaw and over the stubble gathered there. “I sharpened your straight razor.”

Enji considers the idea- he does enjoy it; he enjoys the intimacy of the moment, the look of concentration that graces your face, and how you touch him as if you’re afraid that you’ll hurt him- as if you somehow truly believe that your tiny hands could possibly do harm to your six and a half feet tall, built like a brick house, number one hero father. It’s amusing, really.

You’re amusing. “You can do it in the morning,” Enji decides on, leaning back against the bath. Another hum and your hands move down over his chest, glide in slow circles to lather him up. You wash him attentively- loving and sweet with your gentle touches- and Enji nearly sighs at the quiet contentment flaring in his chest, at the fondness that he will never admit he feels out loud. Your hands work over his cock- soft and sweet- and Enji shakes his head when you look up at him, rumbles out a “later” that you simply nod at. “Okay, daddy.” You go back to washing him and Enji closes his eyes, tilts his head back and soaks in your touch, allows himself to feel satisfied over just how well he’s raised you. ➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺➺ “Daddy, was dinner okay?” “It was good, little one.” A smile pops onto your face and Enji nearly smiles back, hides it with a draw from his cigar. You’re perched on his lap again- dressed in his favorite nightgown, his hand on your soft thigh. You’ve taken a bath of your own and Enji can smell the scent of your shampoo, the light fragrance of your lotion. When he rubs over your thigh, your lashes flutter and his own draw half-shut whenever you curl a little closer. Such a good girl- so loving and kind, so receptive to your father. A darling daughter, a perfect little housewife for him.

You’re the last bit of kindness that Rei graced him with. He should do more for her, thank her more sincerely for gifting him with a beautiful daughter to dote and protect, cherish and fuck and use to soothe all the stress of his career, your less ideal siblings.

Enji takes another draw from his cigar and he squeezes the plush flesh of your hip, relaxes back into the chair as his cock stirs. “Little one.” A blink, a smile up at him, a soft little hum and a brush of your thighs. You nuzzle against him and the soft “yes, daddy?” you let out sets something hungry in his chest, hardens his cock to full mast. “Take care of daddy,” he tells you- casual, eyes running over you and flicking away as he ashes his cigar. “Put your pretty mouth to work.” A tiny noise bubbles from your throat and you nod- lips pressing to his jaw before you slide off Enji’s lap and onto your knees. When his legs part, you shuffle forward and Enji watches as you tuck your hair behind your ear, takes a puff from his cigar when your hands smooth over his thighs and deftly take out his cock. The lick you give has him exhaling deeply and Enji reaches down to pet over your hair as you place open mouthed kisses to his cock, brushes a few strands from your face. You nuzzle into his palm just for a moment- adoring and sweet- and Enji hums when your soft lips graze over the head of his cock, part wider to take him into your mouth. “Good girl.” Lashes fluttering, you mewl around him and Enji soaks in the way your cheeks flush, the way your tongue flicks across his head as you pull off to look up at him an adoring gaze. “I love you daddy,” you whisper- hand wrapping around his cock. “I love you too, little one.” Smiling, you take his cock back into your mouth and Enji’s fingers curl into your hair, his lips flicker with a smile as his sweet daughter swallows him down all the way to the base, lifts a hand to gently rub his balls. Enji smokes and he slowly pets over his daughter’s hair- utterly relaxed and completely content as you take care of your father in the only way a good daughter can.

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[imaslutforremusandsirius]

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Hi, i was sad all day so i wrote this to cheer myself up lmao, please enjoy people :) This is really soft lol, don‘t expect hardcore shit

Warning: 18+

Right, lets go

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It‘s been about two weeks since you and Remus have had a moment for yourselves. Everytime you decided to make time for each other something came up or he wasn‘t feeling well because of the moon. Both of you were angry and stressed and moody, because you wanted each other so bad, but the universe just seemed to be against the idea.

„I don‘t want to fight with you right now!“, Remus let out, voice loud, proving that he in fact did want to fight.

„Why are you yelling then?“ Your tone matched his, your mood quickly turning sour.

„I‘m not bloody yellin, you‘re jus‘ being a sensitive wuss. Fuckin‘ hell.“ He whispered the last part as fingers pressed against his closed eyes. He had fucked up.

Your jaw dropped, a disbelieving laugh escaping you. „A wuss!? You must be bloody joking right now! You utter ass, Remus Lupin!“

He groaned with annoyance, aggressively packing his bag as he made his way out of the common room. Stopping midway he turned around sharply and said in an overly cheery voice, „Whenever you decide to stop being a snotty brat, come find me!“ Bowing he gave you a mocking smile, not staying long enough to witness you giving him the finger. He did have an idea what you did though, hearing the others gasp as they watched the whole ordeal.

„What a prat“, Mary said, plopping down on your side as Lily took your other.

Lily rubbed your arm soothingly. „Hey, don‘t worry. Every couple fights and with the amount of stress weighting on us it was bound to happen...“

You let out a breath and leaned back against the couch. „I know he didn‘t mean it, but god-“ Your voice cut off, choking slightly as you tried to calm yourself. „I miss him and he‘s acting like I‘m being clingy. We haven‘t kissed in three days!“

Mary let out a sympathetic sigh, taking your hand. „I‘m sorry, I know it sucks. But I‘m sure that he misses you just as much. This is Remus we‘re talking about, the bloke never shows his emotions.“

„I agree“, Lily joined in, „besides James has been telling me that Remus has been shitty to them as well. It‘s not your fault, he just doesn‘t cope in a healthy way.“

Now you felt bad for riling him up. Remus must have been feeling really down lately for him to react like he did minutes ago. Of course he misses you goddamn it, the boy can‘t sleep through a single night if your aren‘t there.

„Merlin girls I feel so bad now. I need to make it alright again. I never even asked him how he‘s feeling..“

Mary smirked suddenly, giving you a pointed glance. „I mean...You did say that you needed some alone time..“

You smirked back, albeit blushing a little, and told her to continue.

„There is this muggle clothing brand Lily told me about...“

„Victorias Secret“ Lily offered, now smiling as well.

„Exactly! We should check it out. Besides our dorm will be empty tonight, we‘re planning to sneak out and stay with the girls from Ravenclaw.“

„I love where this is going“, you beamed, „Let‘s get going, I need sexy lingerie.“

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The girls were bickering about what color suited your skin best, when you zoned put a little, remembering a conversation you had with Remus before youe started dating.

„I really like your sweater. Where‘d you get it?“

You smiled at Remus, thanking him. „Got it from a second hand shop in London. I just couldn‘t resist the color.“

Remus smiled back. „Yeah, emerald green is my favorite color. I‘d kill to have something in that color“, he joked.

You giggled, giving him a shy smile. „Well, maybe you will.“

Beaming you swirled around, grabbing their shoulders to get their attention. With a handful of underwear in their hands they turned around, raising their brows simultaneously.

„Girls, I remember his favorite color! It‘s emerald!“

It took you another hour to finally find the shade of emerald you were looking for and when you did you squealed with joy.

„It‘s perfect!“, you gasped. „Oh my god, he‘s going to love it! It looks just like my sweater!“

The girls grinned at your happiness, immediately pushing you towards the cash desk.

God, Remus is gonna love it.

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You let out a breath, finally sitting down.

Lily emerged from the bathroom. „Alright, lets check. Bed clean?“

„Check.“

„Shower and lotion?“

„Check.“

„Washed the underwear?“

„Check.“

„Good. That should be all then. Mary and I are leaving now, if you want any snacks there are some in my trunk. Just take whatever.“

You hugged them gratefully. „Thank you girls, I love you.“

„We love you too. Have fun!“

Mary peaked her head through and laughingly let out a „Don‘t break the bed like last time!“ before Lily pulled her away.

You fondly shook your head and glanced at your bed where the pieces were laid out. It was a beautiful emerald lacy set, with a bra and panties with attached garter belts. James and Sirius had promised to send Remus up, so now it was time to wait. Putting the underwear on you lit some candles, fluffing your bed. Just as you slipped one of Remus‘ old shirts over your head the door opened, revealing your boyfriend. He shuffled inside, simply dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black sweater, closing the door. Neither of you said anything for a few seconds, stranglely nervous.

„I‘m sorry-“

„I shouldn‘t have-“

You cut each other off trying to speak at the same time. You flushed as Remus chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Remus finally walked towards you to pull you in, his hands gripping your waist tight. You put your face in his neck to breathe in his familiar scent. Books and chocolate and safe and warm. He smelled like eveything you love.

„I‘m sorry I never asked how you‘re doing. You never let it show and I forgot that even if you‘re my rock, you‘re human. You have the right to be overwhelmed Remus...“

He pressed a kiss on your crown, muttering in a soft tone. „I know, I‘m working on the communication part. I‘m sorry too, love.“

You pulled back, your chin resting ln his chest amd you gave him a coy smile. He raised his brow, smirking.

„I have something for you“, you drawled, pushing him on your bed to stand between his legs, „but you need to unpack it.“

Remus tilted his head to look at you, his gaze questioning.

„Take my shirt off.“

His lips parted and you could see the anticipation in his eyes. Slowly he glided his hands up your bare legs to grip the shirt, holding your intense gaze he pulled it up, groaning softly when he saw the garter belt peaking out. You let him pull the material over your head, your hair falling onto your shoulders.

He let out a breathless laugh.

„You look stunning.“

A kiss on your sternum.

„The most beautiful person in the world.“

A kiss on your belly.

„So fucking perfect.“

A kiss on the hem of your panties. Another on your hipbones. The last ones on the tops of your thighs.

You tugged at his hair to make him look at you. Bending down at the knees you kissed his mouth. He looked up at you with pure adoration, as if he was looking at a goddess.

„Remus“, you called his name softly, „Will you let me fuck you tonighg?“

He closed his eyes groaning. „Anything“, he breathed.

You smiled softly. „Take of your clothes and lay on the bed.“

He complied immediately, taking his clothes off and rested on the bed. You straddled his waist, his hands coming up to rest on your thighs, his fingers playing with the garter belts. Remus is usually very dominant in bed, throwing you around and making you take him. But in times like this, where he lets you take the wheel, you know that you have to treat him very gently.

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his. He parted his mouth with a single breath and you connected your lips. Moaning, his arms snaked around your waist to pull you closer and he kissed you deeper. Your tongue licked at his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to let you in. Dominating the kiss, you bit his lip teasingly.

„Love, please I need you.“

You shushed him, kissing his jaw and chin, sucking on his neck. Your lips brushed against his chest, lips locking around his nipples, licking and bruising them. Moving further down his body, you sucked at his hipbones, your nose brushing against his happy trail. He bucked his hips moaning your name.

You wrapped your lips around the tip and massaged him with your tongue, tasting the precum. You hummed softly and he hissed, hands stroking your hair and he parted his legs a little. Your hand tugged on his heavy balls, your mouth taking him deeper.

„Fuck baby, yes!“

You sucked hard and he whimpered, hand tightening in your hair. Your tongue played with the vein on the side of his cock, making him twitch inside of your mouth.

„If you ah don‘t stop-“

He choked on his words and you pulled off, wanting him inside of you when he came.

„How do you want me?“, you whispered softly as you moved to take off your panties.

„On your back, wanna see your face...“

You laid down and he sat there for a second, admiring your beauty. The way your hair sprawled around you, the swell of your breasts in the emerald bra, your soft skin and parted lips.

He placed himself between your legs, hands on either side of your face. Remus‘ cock brushed against your slit, slowly sliding in and you let out a breath against his lips.

He groaned, holding your gaze and pushed inside, a vulnerable glint in his usually guarded eyes. You pulled him closer, his chest brushing yours and looped your legs around the back of his hamstrings. He was going in deep and slow strokes, just wanting to feel close to you. Hitting the spot inside of you, you let out a broken whine, pushing youe hips up to meet his thrusts. He went faster, still a tender look in his eyes and his other hand rubbed your clit.

You gasped at the contact and whimpered. Tightening around him, you mewled „Remus m‘gonna cum-“

„Cum love, fuck“

You came at the same time, looking at each other lovingly as he kissed you. His hot seed spilled deep inside of you and you smiled breathless.

„I love you so much“, Remus whispered, kissing all over your face.

„I love you too.“

#remus x you #remus lupin smut #remus lupin

[misora-msby]

ー goddess of love [c57]

yachi looked over at you in surprise, eyes wide as she saw your tweet.

“y/n! you didn’t tell me?! how long has it been going on for?!” she gasped and held your hands tightly.

“y/n has a boyfriend! and i don’t know a single thing about him,” yachi sighed.

“y/n has a boyfriend! and i don’t know a single thing about him,” yachi sighed.

“well, knowing her dating history, you might not have to know him for very long,” tsukishima snickered before earning three very intense glares.

“okay, mister ex boyfriend who dumped me because i said you were too rude. how’s your love life going?” you sneered, getting a frown from the blond.

“it’s fine. i’m just not interest in anyone right now.” he looked away.

yamaguchi and yachi sighed at the sight of you two. while things had certainly been getting better since your breakup almost three years ago now, it was still just a bit awkward at times.

“anyways,” yamaguchi started, “let’s head down to say hi to the guys. our seniors asked to meet too, so maybe we can take a little karasuno photo today!” he flashed a smile, immediately resolving the tension. he definitely still had the skills of a captain.

“mm yeah! good idea!” you grinned and stood up quickly.

the four of you headed down to see tanaka, kiyoko, asahi, daichi, and sugawara chatting together. even if you weren’t officially part of the volleyball club, your heart felt warm at the sight of the little reunion. they were still your friends after all.

“oh hey! it’s yacchan and the rest!” tanaka waved towards the four of you.

“yeah! good to see you again, senpai!” yachi smiled.

“how’s married life?” you asked the tanaka couple with a big smile.

“i really... still can’t believe you two got married,” asahi chuckled, “especially not after the marriage at first sight incident.” tanaka groaned and shook his head, as if to say, ‘please don’t remind me of that.’

kiyoko giggled and smiled softly, “it’s going wonderfully. how are things going for you?”

“y/n’s got a boyfriend!” yachi exclaimed, “though we don’t know who it is!”

“well, isn’t it obvious?” sugawara smiled confidently and snaked his arm around your waist to pull you close, “it’s me!”

there was a second of silence.

“hey, stop joking around, suga! i’m sure we’re all really curious to know who it is actually.” daichi laughed and patted his back.

“mm, he’s not joking. unfortunately.” you giggled and leaned your head on him.

“‘unfortunate’? you were the one who confessed to me!” sugawara laughed and pecked your cheek.

“it was at the same time!” you whined.

another second of silence as the information truly set in. jaws dropped.

“you two?!”

“wh- when? what?!”

“ehh... that’s unexpected. but at the same time, not.”

you could only bury your face in your boyfriend’s shoulder shyly at all the teasing. “y-yeah, we’ve been together for a couple months now but we kept saying we wanted to keep it a secret for some time.” your voice became slightly muffled by koushi’s jacket.

“i can’t believe it... but i’m really happy! i was secretly rooting for you two to get together!” kiyoko clapped excitedly.

“you were? then why didn’t you suggest me as a potential boyfriend to her?” sugawara furrowed his brow at the thought that he could have possibly dated you earlier.

“well... wouldn’t it be weird? and y/n would probably think i’m joking too.” kiyoko explained while you nodded in agreement.

daichi clapped his hands, a little habit he still had from his days as the volleyball captain, “well, congratulations anyways! this is really like something from a fairytale.”

the others nodded and gave their congratulations as well with big grins on their faces, as if they knew it was bound to happen and was only a matter of time.

but as the subject changed and the attention was taken off of you two, you couldn’t help but look up lovingly at your boyfriend with his own cheeks a bright pink from all the compliments. it was only about you two getting together, but everyone was already treating it like you were getting married.

thinking about that, your heart skipped a beat.

getting married to your best friend? it probably couldn’t get any better than that.

“you’ve been staring at me for a while. am i that handsome?” sugawara whispered to you with a cheeky grin.

you rolled your eyes playfully. “no, i was looking at your forehead pimple today.” his eyes widened for a second before you giggled and poked his cheek. “yes you’re handsome. but i was really just thinking about how happy i am that we’re together.”

your boyfriend rolled his eyes in return at you before smiling softly and pecking your forehead. "i'm really happy too."

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[witch-and-a-half]

prefect duties

i love fics about Prefect Cedric so i wanted to try writing my own <3

notes: cedric x reader, fluff, probably year 5 or 6 or 7, no specific house or anything though

words: 2.1k

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[y/n] stood outside the Hufflepuff Common Room waiting for her boyfriend to emerge. They had barely spent any time together during their first week of school, but he had promised they would spend the evening together. She checked her watch for the third time. He was supposed to meet her outside 10 minutes ago. Just as she was about to sit on the floor—resigned to waiting a while longer—the entrance to the Common Room opened.

Cedric clambered through the door with his hands on the back of two sheepish-looking first-years. He looked a bit huffy. “Bit of an incident, love” he nodded to [y/n] when he saw her puzzled face from across the corridor. One of the students besides him looked at [y/n] with wide, nervous eyes. The other kept his head down.

“Fancy a quick trip to Professor Sprout’s office?” Cedric looked apologetic, but [y/n] didn’t mind.

She fell into step beside one of the first-years as they headed towards the Herbology greenhouses. “What’s happened that you two need to see Professor Sprout?” she asked warmly. Neither of the younger students looked at her or replied. Cedric sighed, “When I came down into the Common Room, I found these two with their wands drawn on each other.”

“Uh oh…” [y/n] muttered.

“We weren’t actually going to duel,” argued the boy to Cedric’s left.

“I really want to believe that,” Cedric said gently, giving the boy a forgiving gaze, “but I’m supposed to bring you to our Head of House regardless.”

They walked in silence for another moment before the other boy, the one between Cedric and [y/n], sniffled. Cedric put his hand back on the boy’s back and patted him reassuringly, “Are you alright?”

“We’re going to get in so much trouble…” the boy squeaked.

They had reached the greenhouses by now. Cedric sat the boys on a bench and turned to [y/n]. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice so only she could hear, “Could you bring Professor Sprout out? Just tell her I found them with their wands drawn in the Common Room, but they didn’t cast any spells and they seem genuinely sorry. I think they’re pretty scared and, honestly,” he glanced back at the trembling eleven-year-olds, “I think they’ve suffered enough.”

[y/n] nodded and turned toward the greenhouse. Her heart warmed to see how compassionate Cedric was, especially toward younger students; he had such a kindhearted spirit and was an excellent Prefect.

Before she opened the greenhouse door, Cedric called out to her, “[y/n]!” Turning on her heel, she saw the same apologetic look on his face as earlier, “I’m really sorry we’re missing our date.”

She grinned back at him, “It’s really okay, Ced.”

~ ~ ~

When [y/n] returned with Professor Sprout, Cedric was crouched in front of the two boys on the bench. The sniffly one had clearly been crying and the other was fiddling nervously with his tie. [y/n] could hear Cedric comforting them and they were nodding back at him.

Sprout gave the boys a quick lecture and let them off with a warning. She thanked [y/n] and Cedric for being so responsible, “Especially on a weekend. I’m sure you two have other things to do tonight.”

[y/n] and Cedric trailed behind the younger two students, making sure they got back to the Common Room. Cedric held her hand and started to chat about his plans for their date, “We probably don’t have time to go to Hogsmeade anymore, but maybe we can have a picnic instead if that’s alright?”

“That sounds lovely.” She squeezed his hand slightly and gave him a reassuring smile.

Cedric opened the door to the Hufflepuff Common Room and was about to turn around to head off with his girlfriend when he heard muffled sobs through the open entrance. He winced at [y/n], “Uh-”

“I hear it too,” she murmured, “Let’s go see what’s wrong.”

Cedric ushered the boys up to their rooms while [y/n] took a seat next to a young girl who hurriedly wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her robe. “What’s the matter?” [y/n] patted the girl’s knee. “I got in trouble…” she sniffled, “with Professor Snape…”

[y/n] scoffed as Cedric joined them, sitting on the opposite side of the girl. “Oh, Pippa…” Cedric said, leaning onto his knees so his head was level with hers, “Everyone gets in trouble with Professor Snape. It’s like a rite of passage.”

She looked up at Cedric with hopeful eyes, “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, “I met [y/n] in Potions a few years back. That first day of class, she spilled a jar of caterpillars. They went everywhere and Snape made the whole class clean them up.” Cedric and [y/n] laughed at the memory, and, eventually, Pippa joined in.

“That sounds bad,” Pippa looked at [y/n], “I only got in trouble for doodling when I was meant to be taking notes.”

[y/n] patted the girl’s knee again, “Oh, Snape loves to give people a hard time for that sort of stuff. I wouldn’t worry about it.” She paused for a moment and then added, “Just be more discreet next time,” with a wink.

Pippa giggled. Cedric had a small, impish grin on his face as he stood back up.

“This is no way to spend your first weekend at Hogwarts,” He reached out a hand to Pippa and she took it. With one hand, he pulled her up off the couch and he rooted around in his pocket with the other hand.

Still sitting, [y/n] saw how much older Cedric looked than Pippa. Not only was he much taller than her, but his features were more defined in contrast to the younger girl’s round, youthful face. She thought back to when she and Cedric first met; their cheeks had been just as round and they were just as unsure of their place at Hogwarts as Pippa. [y/n] rose to her feet, smiling to herself.

Cedric had pulled a chocolate frog from his pocket and held it out. “Here,” he said, “Sweets always make me feel better. You should go explore the castle or spend some time with your classmates while the sun is still out.”

She hesitated for a moment, looking up at Cedric for a moment. Pippa looked at the older boy, taken aback by the unnecessarily kind gesture. He nodded to her and she took the chocolate frog package from his hand. Pippa thanked both of you shyly before leaving the common room with a skip in her step.

Cedric looked up to see his girlfriend looking at him lovingly. He grinned and took her hand so they could leave the common room for their date.

“How did you just happen to have a chocolate frog in your pocket?”

“I always have little treats stashed away for special occasions. I had planned to give you that one later this evening…” he trailed off and scratched the back of his head.

“But Pippa needed it more.” [y/n] finished. She pecked him on the cheek as they headed into the corridor.

~ ~ ~

The sun was setting as the couple made their way to the Great Hall, hoping to sneak some dessert out so they could eat it under the stars. They had barely entered the Great Hall corridor when a girl with curly hair and a Hufflepuff tie bounded up to them.

“Cedric, Cedric!” She huffed.

He squeezed [y/n]’s hand, anticipating another detour, “What’s wrong Cora?”

“It’s Eleanor. She’s sick.”

Cedric and [y/n] followed Cora to the girls’ bathroom down the hall. Cedric stopped at the entrance, debating whether or not he should go in.

[y/n] let go of his hand, “It’s okay. I’ll bring her out.”

“Thank you,” he kissed her forehead tenderly, “I’ll wait out here.”

“We might be a minute,” [y/n] said cautiously, “Maybe you could grab us something to eat while I sort this out?”

Cedric nodded and, once [y/n] disappeared from view, he went to the Great Hall to see what he could gather without being noticed.

~ ~ ~

A few minutes later, [y/n] led a queasy Eleanor out of the bathroom. Cedric was waiting with a little package of pastries in hand.

Eleanor stopped for a moment in the doorway of the bathroom, “Cedric’s coming with us?”

[y/n] raised her eyebrow and looked down at Eleanor, “Do you not want him to?”

“No, it’s okay,” Eleanor still sounded hesitant though. That’s when Cora appeared behind them and explained quietly, “A lot of us first-year girls are scared of Cedric.”

[y/n] turned to the two girls before looking back at her boyfriend. His brows were pulled together, confused as to why the girls had stopped, but he stood patiently while they talked amongst themselves.

“Wh- Why are you scared of Cedric?” [y/n] was absolutely dumbfounded. Cedric was the sweetest, most approachable boy at Hogwarts.

Eleanor looked at her feet and shuffled them a bit. Cora giggled, “It’s just… we think he’s so cute.”

[y/n] choked back a laugh but let a wide smile spread across her face. Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked back at Cedric for a moment. He was raking his hands through his hair like he did when he was stressed, completely oblivious to what the girls were talking about.

She turned back to the girls. They broke out into cheeky little smirks when they saw the glint in [y/n]’s eye. “He is cute, isn’t he? But that doesn’t make him scary! I was scared to talk to him at first too, but if I hadn’t we wouldn’t be going out.”

“He’s your boyfriend?” Cora’s eyes widened and her mouth hung slightly open. Cedric’s ears perked up from the other side of the hall and his heart jumped a bit in his chest as he realized [y/n] was talking about him.

[y/n] nodded and motioned for Cedric to come over. She could have sworn she heard Eleanor whisper to Cora, “She’s so lucky.”

~ ~ ~

Cedric and [y/n] dropped Eleanor off with Madam Pomfrey and made sure Cora got back into the Hufflepuff Common Room. Then Cedric took [y/n]’s hand and they headed to the astronomy tower.

Along the walk, they chatted about the events of the evening. “Remember how scary Hogwarts was at first?” [y/n] asked. Cedric sighed, “Absolutely. It was so overwhelming.”

They walked up the winding stairs in silence. Standing at the window, Cedric wrapped an arm around [y/n]’s waist. He unwrapped the pastries and they both took one.

“What did Eleanor and Cora say about me outside the bathroom?” Cedric looked quizzically at [y/n] and took a bite of the cookie in his hand.

[y/n] grinned and shrugged, “Oh, nothing. They just asked if I was your girlfriend.” She didn’t want to tell him that they thought he was cute, but she gave him a sly smile and a wink.

He rolled his eyes and pulled her closer. It was an especially cold evening, but the wind was chilly so they huddled closer for warmth.

Cedric kept his eyes on the sky above them when he spoke again, “I’m really sorry we didn’t get to go on our date. I’d been looking forward to spending time with you all week.”

[y/n] rested her head on his shoulder and sighed intently. “But we did get to spend time together. It wasn’t exactly a trip to Hogsmeade or a picnic by the lake, but honestly I enjoy any time we spend together.”

“How are you so wonderful?” Cedric shook his head slightly in disbelief and kissed [y/n] on the forehead. She savored the feeling of his soft lips on her skin, the warmth lingered in the cold air, even once he’d pulled away.

“You’re the wonderful one,” [y/n] said, the smile evident in her voice, “The way you dealt with all those kids today? I loved seeing how patient and kind you are with them. And it seems so effortless”

Cedric blushed and looked back down at [y/n]. “I could say the same for you, love. You were so willing to set everything else aside and take care of them.”

“You’re gonna be such a great mum…” Cedric turned back toward the window. He closed his eyes to savor the wind on his skin and the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest.

[y/n] hoped he didn’t hear her breath hitch when she realized what he said. “You think?” her voice was calm. It didn’t reflect the way her mind was racing, trying to figure out what Cedric meant.

She didn’t know it, but Cedric could sense the hopefulness in her voice. His grip on her waist tightened and his thumb tapped slightly.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “I can’t wait.”

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