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bettathanyou · 11 months

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Hi again!! Ik it's too soon but cedric ×reader fic where shes the shy castle librarian and cedric makes frequent unnecessary visits just to see her bcs she hardly ever goes out? And obv the royal family notices this and starts teasing tf out of cedric to the point he stops visiting her bcs hes a petty mf but she thinks she did something wrong so she visits him at his workshop one day and is all shy and boom! Confession!!!! Thanksss

Thank u sm for another ask!! It feels amazing to have people here in the year of our lord 2023 who still love Cedric.

I apologize for the ask being late, the night I was practically done with it my phone powered down and I made the mistake of not saving my drafts :')

Also your ideas are so gosh darn cute, please keep sending in asks when u can <3

I know this isn't explicitly part of the ask, but I wanted to include the library!reader's first ever introduction to Cedric bc the idea is stuck in my brain and I must write it out, lest my brain be consumed by rot.

Enjoy!!

Cedric x Shy! Librarian Reader~

"Oh, come on.... Please!" You begged, fingers barely touching the spine of the books you need. Against your better judgement, you stand on your tiptoes to give you an extra inch or so for your prize. Your fingertips made contact with the dusty leather binding of the book, and you let out a squeal of joy.

However, the dusty coating of the neglected book made it hard to maintain a decent grip. As you struggle, however, you almost don't notice the way the ladder begins to lean backwards.

With your heart catching into your throat, you rest your body weight firmly against the ladder again. You feel the ladder shake from the sudden movement, but it finally rests "securely" on the tall bookshelf.

Biting your lip out of frustration, you slump against the rickety ladder in a defeated groan.

How am I supposed to reorganize and archive these ancient tomes if I can't even reach them? You grumbled internally, your eyes gazing along the multiple shelves of books you need to work on.

"Well... I suppose I'll just have to find a longer, more stable ladder elsewhere." You sighed, beginning your descent. You get about a quarter of the way down when suddenly you hear a loud snap! as you rest your foot on the next step.

Letting out a silent scream, your grip tightens on the splintered wood before you lose your balance. Your breathing turns ragged, and your heart crashes against your ribcage in fright. You shakily take deep breaths, counting numbers in your head until you've calmed down a little.

After gaining a semblance of composure, you try to think of what to do. However, you quickly deduce that you have no other options; you have to make an effort to climb down.

Cursing to yourself, you attempt to place your foot onto the next step. You try to stretch your dangling leg towards the foothold, but your hip creaks in protest. Letting out another curse of frustration, you ignore the pain and just focus on where you're trying to reach.

In this futile effort, you once again don't notice the subtle way the ladder begins to slide from its place. You feel a shift in momentum as you feel the ladder begin to buckle underneath your body.

This time, you let out a strangled cry as you realize you're about to hit marble flooring from at least a few stories high. You close your eyes as you scream, fully prepared to accept whatever fate lies at the end of your fall.

"I've got you...!" A voice cried out from your right, and you feel a jolt as your body stops mid air. You feel an intense wave of vertigo hit you from the sudden change in momentum, but you manage to force your eyes open.

Below you, the ladder lies ruined in pieces. Your stomach churns as you realize that could've been your fate as well. You swallow hard, thanking your lucky starts someone rescued yo-

Wait.

Panic rushes through your veins again as you realize you're hovering mid air. You dart your head around anxiously looking for the source of your plight. With blurred vision, you see a person in dark purple clothing standing to your right.

Making eye contact, the person speaks again.

"A-a-are you okay? Ar-Are you hurt anywhere?!" The male voice called to you, anxiety racking his voice.

"I think I'm fine...! But, can you put me down, please?" You respond, eager to feel solid ground again.

"Right, o-of course!" The man replies, and with a wave of his hand you feel a force slowly making you descend until your feet touch the ground.

Whatever force that enveloped your body moments ago leaves, and so too does your composure. Your knees wobble, and as you take a step forward you tumble to the floor in shock. You let out a small noise of surprise, and suddenly tears are already falling from your eyes.

Your rescuer scrambles to your aid, slender gloved hands reaching out for you. You keep your eyes glued to the floor, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"Are you sure you're alright? I can take you to the royal infirmary, it's-"

"I'm fine."

You choke out, your voice coming off more harsh than you intended. You see the man shrink away from you in your peripheral vision, and you feel a pang of regret strike through your heart.

"I-I mean. Thank you, but I'm okay. I'm sorry, I was just... shaken up." Your voice wobbles as if to prove your point, and you pull your arms closer to your chest in shame. You wish you could just disappear in this very moment.

Tears rise again like the tide, but you will them not to fall. You bite your lip, your eyes tracing the marble pattern on the floor to ground yourself.

"Right, of course... My apologies." The man shuffled awkwardly in place, unsure of how to approach you. He didn't want to leave you alone until he was sure you were okay, but he wasn't sure if he was really helping by staying either.

His eyes shift nervously, landing on the heaping pile of splintered wood that once was a ladder. He turned, sighing in resignation as he muttered a spell to clean the mess and rearrange the fallen books.

You watch wordlessly as the sorcerer cleans up, and without thought you feel yourself springing to your feet. You rush to join his side, the blood rushing to your ears.

"Oh, you don't have to do that... It's my mess, after all!" You reassure the sorcerer, holding up your hand in protest.

"Oh, nonsense." The sorcerer waves you off, shaking his head. "If anything, this is the King's mess for leaving it neglected for so long." Rolling his eye, the man clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"This old library was quite the mess long before you; and without a proper librarian, it'll only get worse."

The sorcerer sighed again, dusting off another book before putting it back into its proper resting place.

You smile at the man's care for the forgotten books, your heart melting just a touch. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity to properly introduce yourself, you speak.

"Well, I sure hope it won't come to that. I have more than enough work on my hands already." You chuckle to yourself, bending down to grab the last book on the floor.

"Wait- what?" The man exclaimed as you rose with the book in your hand.

You turn to meet the sorcerer's widened eyes.

"I'm the new Royal Librarian. My name's (y/n)." You smile awkwardly, hugging the book to your chest. You watch Cedric's bright brown eyes swim with surprise, but a smile quickly blooms on his face.

"I'm Cedric; royal sorcerer of Enchancia. It's a pleasure to meet you, (y/n)." Cedric replies, dipping his head to bow respectfully towards you.

"The pleasure is mine, Cedric." You reply graciously, responding with a curtsy.

If we hadn't met today... I don't even want to think about what could've happened to me. You think somberly, your eyes softening as you took in Cedric bowing before you.

Silently, you thank your lucky stars for your chance meeting today; and a tiny seed of hope is sowed within that you'll meet again.

Cedric rises to meet your gaze, and you flash him a genuine smile.

Cedric pauses for a moment, taken aback; slowly, he returns the gesture with a shy smile of his own. It makes his whole face soften, and you feel something stir deep within.

As your smile fades, you take a moment to get a good look at the sorceror.

The last rays of the setting sun reach through the window nearby, casting Cedric in a heavenly rim light. His silvery bangs create a halo around him, with ebony hair neatly combed back. His skin was noticeably fair, with darkened eye bags to contrast against it. You can relate to many sleepless nights yourself, so you find it quite endearing.

His eyes were the color of mahogany, and with the sun peeking from his hair they shone like pools of liquid amber. His face was made up of all sharp edges and angles, but remembering that soft and sweet smile he gave made your skin feel like electricity.

You both soon realized you were staring for a second too long, so you clumsily looked down at your feet in embarrassment.

Cedric fidgets with his robe sleeve, his eyes shifting around the room. After a minute of you both regaining your composure, Cedric speaks.

"You know, you should talk to King Roland about the uh... Incident, today." Cedric scratches his neck awkwardly.

"I-I'm sure if we catch him now, he'll have new equipment for you by this time tomorrow!" Cedric exclaimed, his brows raised in delight.

"But we must be quick about it- once supper comes around he is very hard to find." Cedric mutters to himself, tapping his chin.

He turns his attention to you expectantly, waiting for an answer. His eyes held a conviction you didn't notice until now, and your heart melted just a tad at his thoughtfulness.

You look at the now darkening sky, realizing you do indeed need to be quick.

A part of you just wanted to crawl in bed and forget that today even happened, but you also knew if you didn't get it done now then you'd procrastinate on it until the problem got exponentially worse.

With your decision made, you nod to Cedric in agreement.

"Okay, let's not waste any more time." Your eyes lock onto Cedric's and he gives you a confident nod.

"I like the way you think, my dear. Follow me, if you please." Cedric purred, turning and walking briskly to the entrance doors. Your stomach did a flip from him calling you 'dear', but you couldn't process much before Cedric was already ten paces ahead.

You hurriedly follow along, thankful for his company so you wouldn't have to confront the King alone. You realize you should probably verbalize your gratitude.

"Thank you, Cedric, for joining me to speak with his Majesty. I honestly feel pretty nervous." You say in a small voice, keeping your eyes trained ahead of you.

"Don't worry- King Roland is very adamant about his people's safety. I can't see a reason he'd do nothing about your plight." Cedric replied, his voice confident and holding a tinge of pride for his King.

You feel a little more at ease, and continue walking with your unlikely friend.

You're time in Enchancia was already shaping up to be an interesting one.

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Time Skip Time!~

Let's set the stage <1 year after your initial meeting. I'll do a brief summary of the events that lead to your current day friendship.

After that fateful night, Cedric had made it a point to routinely visit you in the library to perform 'maintenance inspections' on the new ladders installed in the old library. At first, you really were convinced he was a concerned acquaintance- Cedric did witness you almost fall to your death, after all. So you thought some extra precautions weren't much to think about.

However, as the weeks went on, you started to notice Cedric lingering around more. As reading is part of his profession, once again you didn't want to jump to any conclusions- even though in your heart of hearts, you knew Cedric was mainly visiting the library to see you.

Regardless, you had no complaints.

You found out you enjoyed the company, and chatting about your favorite books with Cedric quickly became ingrained into your weekly routine.

Your chats about books slowly became more in depth exchanges, and Cedric's visits transformed into easygoing whole day hangouts; sometimes you two would talk for hours, and other times Cedric would silently assist in your work around the dilapidated library.

His presence was such a common occurrence, you would have castle staff or members of the royal family who would pop in ask if Cedric was with you.

Your eyes shift towards the clock behind you- Cedric should be here any minute. You pick up another book from the stack beside you, hurriedly scanning its contents so you can organize it properly.

You quickly realize in your hurried state this was the book Cedric first recommended to you. It was a fascinating read for sure, and it was shockingly easy to follow even though your magic knowledge was little to none at the time.

You sigh fondly, tucking the book away within arms reach. You try to reach for another book in the pile that needed organizing, but the giddiness of Cedric's arrival was making it hard for you to concentrate.

After a few fruitless attempts to push through, you quickly abandon your work in favor of rereading the book you previously tucked away.

You figure that you could get away with a quick chapter or two before Cedric arrives, so you lay back in your chair with a huff of contentment.

As the minutes tick on by, you realize you're almost on to chapter four, with Cedric nowhere in sight. You feel a seed of unease plant within you, but you give him the benefit of the doubt.

You manage to coax your concentration back to your book, but not without glancing up at the entrance hall every couple of paragraphs.

In the time it has taken you to finish chapter four, Cedric was still MIA.

This worries you. Cedric is an annoyingly punctual man who sticks to his plans very deliberately, unless an important matter comes up. Even so, he would at least stop by to let you know what was happening. Not once in knowing the sorcerer has he ever been this late before, in the already rare instances he was late at all.

You glance worriedly at the large oak doors that led to the outside, your brow creasing with your growing anxiety. Your eyes fall back onto your book, and suddenly the words on the pages all become blurry.

You blink rapidly to regain your focus, but you struggle to maintain it. You writhe uncomfortably in your seat as the worst possible outcomes start shuffling through your mind.

What if he had an accident with his potions? Was he hurt? Was someone else hurt? The questions blazed through you like wildfire, and you feel yourself start to sweat.

Something isn't right, but admitting it felt even more terrifying. You shake your head, trying to block out more doubts about Cedric's safety.

Whatever has happened today, there must be a good explanation. You nodded your head in affirmation, ignoring your gut feeling of wrongness; surely, he would show up tomorrow and you would both laugh about it- whatever "it" was that was holding him up from seeing you.

Your decision to put your faith in Cedric was now made; now the next daunting task was to find something that would adequately distract you until tomorrow.

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Quick POV change to Cedric!

His hand rested on the door knob leading to your dusty sanctum, his stomach churning. Cedric sighs bitterly, the mere thought of one more person asking about (y/n) making his blood pressure rise.

That's exactly why he liked being around you in the first place; it was the few reprieves he had in this castle, no- his life, really. His job was always that of constant strain and humiliation, up until recently. He still wasn't quite used to the newfound respect and acknowledgement, so Cedric wanted nothing more than a place to hide when he was overwhelmed.

But instead of finding a mere hiding spot, he found true solace in your company. Hours felt like minutes, and he truly never felt like none of it was enough time with you.

Yet, it seems like everyone says the opposite- it's all he ever hears from anyyone who's in the same room with him. Even Sofia had started asking incessantly about you! That's when his breaking point was reached.

Cedric sighs in defeat, his head resting against the sturdy double doors to the library. The words Roland said yesterday flashed through his mind:

"C'mon Cedric, you need to tell her how you feel! At this rate everyone except her knows..." Roland laughs, clapping Cedric heartily on the back.

"Your Majesty... May I speak freely?" Cedric asks through gritted teeth, his tight smile feeling more like a grimace.

"Well of course, old friend. Although, I have an idea of what you might say." Roland chuckles, leaning onto the rail of Cedric's terrace.

Cedric huffed in frustration, trying to find out how to word "leave me the hell alone" in a less insulting way. He pinches the bridge of his nose in concentration, trying to regulate his emotions.

A beat of silence passes, then Cedric looks Roland square in the face.

"You manage this kingdom; not my... lo-love life." Cedric cringed as he forced himself to indirectly admit, out loud, his feelings for you; to King Roland, no less. His oldest friend and once greatest enemy.

Roland however, was eating up Cedric's struggle with expressing his feelings. A raised brow was Roland's only response, so Cedric continues.

"I don't need your kingly advice as much as you think I do. So, don't speak to me about (y/n). I will ignore you." Cedric finished in his most confident voice, shooting his friend daggers with his eyes.

"I see, then. Alright, from now on my lips are sealed!" Roland motions a lock and key at the corner of his mouth, and Cedric hums in approval. With the conversation now at a close, they turned back to the view from Cedric's tower.

They both stand in the sun in a moment of peace, both silently watching the sky in their own thoughts. Roland finally turns to Cedric, a peculiar look in his eye that Cedric can't nail down.

"Can I give you a word of advice- not as a king, but as a friend?" Roland asks quietly, the characteristic confidence he carried now replaced with hesitation.

Cedric stared at the ground as he weighed his answer, but eventually he nodded in agreement.

"In matters like these... Waiting for the right moment leads to you losing your chance at all."

Cedric feels his heart drop, and grips the ledge of his balcony until the metal digs through his thick leather gloves.

"I truly do believe you should go for it... I mean, you really have nothing to lose here!" Roland exclaims, a loud laugh leaving him.

Cedric turns to Roland with narrowed eyes.

"What do you mean by that?" Cedric asks defensively, crossing his robed arms around him.

Roland scoffs at the lanky sorcerer in a mix of shock and exasperation. His eyebrows shot up as he stared at Cedric, brow crinkling in disbelief.

"You're hopeless, that's what I meant." Roland shoots back, shaking his head with a weary sigh.

Cedric deflated at the comment, but had nothing to say in response because they both knew it was true.

Now, Cedric stands idly by as he battles within himself to not open your doors. His skin itches from the pent up anxious energy within him, and his mouth feels dry as ash.

"I promise, I'll be back within a week- Just enough time for this gossip to subside. Thankfully, rumors around here seem to change with the tide." Cedric murmurs to the door in front of him, wishing that he was talking to you instead.

A toxic mixture of dread and guilt swirls in his stomach, making him feel sick. He pries his hand from the door knob, slowly backing away from it.

With the last of his resolve, he sharply turns and dashes towards his tower. He already felt winded from the sudden change of pace, but feared that he would turn back if he didn't keep moving.

Finally after trudging up his staircase in exhaustion, Cedric flops on his mattress with a breathless sigh.

Running his hands through his hair in anguish, Cedric stares up at his ceiling in a daze.

"This is going to be the hellish week of my life." Cedric whispered to himself, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

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Back to your POV! Promise this is the last pov switch, I hope it wasn't too much!

A week went on since the last day you've seen Cedric. The anxiety had been consuming you from the inside out, and increasingly lost sleep was starting to make you a bit paranoid.

Whenever you left your library, your ears would prick up whenever you'd think you would hear his name. You'd crane your neck to catch the gossip of servants and royals alike, trying to not look too obvious.

You had deduced that nothing bad had happened to the sorcerer, and in fact it sounded like he was doing well. But strangely enough, you couldn't find him anywhere you'd look.

With a heavy sigh, you knew that to figure out what was going on, you'd have to be alot more direct than you'd like.

Showing up to Cedric's workshop was the very last plan on your long list of ideas, but this was the only option you had left.

You have gone to Cedric's workshop a couple times, but the idea of going up to his dwelling uninvited and confronting him made you feel viscerally ill. Even so, just waiting in that decrepit library doing nothing but waiting was already wearing thin on your mental and physical health.

Nearing the library's entrance doors, you reach for the knob. Suddenly, the door creaks open from the opposite side. Your heart leaps in your throat as you let out a strangled cry of surprise.

Stumbling backwards, all your mind can go to is the hope that it was Cedric.

However, the flash bright pink and purple satin quickly demolished your hope. The youngest princess of the royal line, Sofia, was staring just as flabbergasted as you from the outside.

The princess recovers first, bowing in apology for scaring you.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n). I didn't know you were there... But it's nice to see you again!" Sophia said cheerily, flashing you a kind smile.

"Y-yes, you too, Princess." You stammer, quickly bowing in respect towards the young teen.

"How can I help you today?" You ask hesitantly, eager to get the princess out of your hair asap.

"Oh, well, I just needed a few books for my homework assignment." Sophia responds plainly, shrugging her shoulders casually.

You resist the urge to sigh in frustration, your focus going towards keeping your tone and facial muscles neutral.

"Are you sure you don't want to use the main library...? I'm afraid the books here are fragile, and many are... Outdated." You glance back at the maelstrom of neglected books behind you in emphasis, hoping the princess will take the hint.

"Oh, that's okay! That's exactly what I'm looking for, actually." Sophia responds sweetly, making her way into the library.

Her heels click softly against the marble flooring, her brightly colored dress giving the dreary place a touch of life.

Seeing her standing there suddenly gives you an idea. Before the princess can wander any further, you call out her name.

"Princess Sophia! Can you help me with what I'm looking for?" You gush quickly, your heart hammering against your rib cage.

Sophia looks at you puzzled, but agrees with a quick "mmm hm!".

"Do you know where Cedric is right now?" You ask tentatively, your body breaking out into a sweat.

"Oh! I just left Cedric's workshop. He should still be there." Sophia stated, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

"He even recommended I come see you for the books I'm looking for!" Sophia replies with a cheeky grin, her eyes bright.

"I... I see. Thank you, Princess Sophia. I'll be back shortly after I speak with him." You turn your back before you can hear her reply, bursting through the heavy doors and out into the hallway.

You stand there, processing the information just gleaned from Sophia. If Cedric wasn't hurt, wasn't busy, wasn't away from the castle on an assignment, then there was only one possible reason for his absence.

You.

Your stomach does flips as the realization crashes down on you. Before losing your nerve, your body begins moving of its own volition towards Cedric's tower.

Ascending the staircase leading up to his door, each step brought you closer to a full blown panic attack. You stop to catch your breath, leaning your body against the cool stone wall beside you.

After collecting yourself as meagerly as you could, you stand in front of Cedric's door. With a gulp, you timidly knock on his door.

A few moments pass before you hear familiar foot falls from the other side. Filled with trepidation, you stare at your feet as you hear the door open.

You glance up at widened amber eyes, Cedric standing completely slack jawed at your presence. In any other scenario you would have found it cute, but now it just confirmed your earlier suspicion.

"Hi," you begin, awkwardly waving at Cedric. "It's been a while, yeah?"

Cedric sputters out something in response, but it's so jumbled you aren't sure exactly what was said. You look on in confusion, your heart cracking at a dangerous pace.

"(y/n)... I... I didn't expect to see you." Cedric finally responded, his entire body tense.

"Yes, I did come by unannounced. But I was worried about you- you've been gone for a week." You say bitterly, your fists clenched tightly at your sides.

Your eyes bore into Cedric's for answers, but he shies away with a shameful look written all over his face.

"I know. If you'd like to ah- come in, I can explain everything." Cedric offers, his eyes meeting yours again; this time, there was a desperate pleading look in them that simultaneously made you cave and scared the hell out of you.

With a silent nod, you enter his workshop. The place hasn't changed the last time since you visited, and you sigh in relief at the one familiar sight.

"Would you like some tea? I had-" Cedric gets cut off harshly by your words, shaking your head violently.

"No, Cedric. Just answers, please." You say curtly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

"Right." Cedric slumped, fidgeting with his robe sleeves. You knew that meant he was nervous, but you still kept your guard up for whatever he had to tell you.

"Have you been hearing what anyone has been... Saying lately, about us?" Cedric asks you meekly, his eyes shifty.

"What?" You ask in confusion, the question throwing you off.

"Has anyone been alluding to.. you know..." Cedric gestures his hand towards you, a shade of red overtaking his ears. You feel butterflies flutter in your gut, but you felt too nervous to confirm if you were correct as to what he was alluding to.

You both stand in suffocating silence, your own skin starting to match Cedric's reddened ears.

Cedric coughs, breaking the tension in the room.

"Well, there's been people constantly asking me about you- I mean, us, I suppose." Cedric choked out a self conscious laugh, wringing his hands together.

Everyone has been talking for weeks about if we're... courting." Cedric squeaked out, almost wincing as he said it. "Or when we will be, is more accurate I guess." He added quickly, his voice small.

"I don't understand why that's relevant for why you disappeared on me." You say flatly, your eyes catching his.

You both stare at each other for a moment; you weren't even sure there was a word to describe what you were feeling; and you knew of many. Cedric had an equally complicated look etched on his face, and he sighs while running a hand through his silver bangs.

"I... It's-" Cedric huffs again, turning away from you as you see him rub his eyes in frustration.

Seeing Cedric turn away from you so easily triggered something within you. The long week of being worried, angry, heartbroken, sleep deprived over a man who just seemed to fall off the face of the earth on a whim made you feel like you were spiraling fast into the abyss.

At this rate, your heart that was barely keeping it together now feels like it's being cruelly ripped apart from the seams. A flash of icy pinpricks makes your whole body shiver, and without thinking your voice cuts through the room.

"Is the idea of it that shameful to you? That you can't even look at me?" Your voice breaks, mirroring the brokenness of your heart within you. As the words leave your mouth, you instantly regret them; but even so, you felt like you were compelled to have an answer.

"What..? No!" Cedric whips back towards you, bridging the gap between you in an instant. You go to step away, but Cedric nimbly caught your arms and squeezed them tightly in his hands.

What once only seemed like a dream to be held like this by Cedric, now felt like a nightmare. A lump quickly forms in your throat from the contact, making you go mute. Your eyes are fixed to the floor, and you feel physically unable to look at Cedric anymore.

"(y/n), please don't ever think that to be the truth. I promise you, it couldn't be more opposite...!" Cedric pleads with you, his own voice wavering.

You shake your head in protest, your throat still closed off from speaking. Your eyes started to sting, but you bit down on the inside of your cheek to distract you from the tears forming in the back of your eyes.

Cedric begins to panic as he realizes you are about to shut down completely. He knew that whatever he said next, would determine whether or not any semblance of your relationship could be saved from his stupidity.

"I know what I did was wrong- I'll never deny that. I was stupid, and arrogant, and careless. My ego has always been my biggest flaw, and it seems I never quite learn my lesson when it comes down to it." Cedric spoke swiftly, fighting to keep his voice steady.

You swallowed hard, but still said nothing. You exhale a shaky breath, and against your frozen bodily state you will your eyes to slowly meet Cedric's.

They were slightly bloodshot now, his pupils blown out to max capacity.

"I promise you, (y/n), I have no shame about how much I love you." Cedric proclaimed breathlessly, his breathing ragged. Yet, his tone was clear and steady, and in his eyes you found nothing but truth and a blazing conviction that set you on fire.

The lump in your throat finally began to dissolve, and with a croaky voice you respond.

"Then why did you leave?" You murmured quietly, your hands bunching up in the plum color silk of Cedric's robe.

Cedric lets out a painful sigh. "I suppose in everyone else's mind, they were just trying to help me. But it began to feel like everyone was just turning my feelings for you into a joke. I couldn't leave my workshop without servants giggling under their breath, or the royals trying to ask me questions about you to add fuel to the rumors." Cedric scowled, his face pinched in anger.

You go to open your mouth to speak, but Cedric continues on.

"At first, I did try to ignore it. But it was like no matter who I turned to, they'd inevitably bring it up. It felt like I was being watched, constantly; and I didn't want me, or especially you, to be anyone's spectacle." Cedric's eyes lock with yours, silently begging for your understanding. You could feel his body trembling from underneath his robe, and his usually slouched posture seemed even more tightly bound.

You feel the remnants of your anger leave you, now replaced with empathy for the man in front of you. Your hands gently release from their grip on his sleeves, and Cedric follows your movement. You see his eyes begin to fill with panic, so you rush to take his hands into yours.

His fingers felt clammy and ice cold to the touch; regardless, you squeeze his hands tightly to share your warmth. His eyes search your face in confusion, but a flicker of hope brings the light back to his amber orbs.

"I don't know if I can forgive you just yet," you begin, shooting Cedric an almost apologetic look.

"I'm surprised that the option is still on the table..." Cedric mutters darkly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I'd... Rather process everything first, before we would make our courtship official." You say slowly, a small smile blooming across your cheeks.

Cedric stops, his breath catching in his throat. A choked sound escapes him, a broken smile of his own pushing through the disbelief on his face.

"...Are you sure?" Cedric finally asks, his face full of worry.

"I've been sure for about a year now, yes." You reply with a smirk, giving Cedric a knowing look.

"I... I feel so undeserving of your grace. It doesn't feel like it should be this easy." Cedric confesses, his expression heavy with shame and fear as the realization settled in that you returned his feelings.

"Well... It won't be. Not any relationship is. But if this is going to work, you need to tell me when things are bothering you. Not avoid me on a whim." You say sternly, catching Cedric's chin to make him look at you fully.

"Ye-yes, of course. Consider that lesson learned." Cedric chuckled dryly, looking down at you with the softest, most loving look you've ever seen.

You now become acutely aware of how close you both are, and you quickly retract your hand from Cedric's face. Blush was already creeping up from your neck and onto your cheeks, and your whole body felt hot.

"Even so," Cedric spoke, his fingers gently cupping your blazing hot cheek, "I know I need to make this up to you. What do you need me to do?" Cedric's thumb skimmed the surface of your cheekbones, his voice soft but full of eagerness.

You stare up at Cedric dumbfounded for a moment, your brain fried from the intimate contact.

"W-Well, for starters... Never do that again." You blurt out, laughing despite yourself. Cedric pauses for a second, then joins in your laughter. You lean into him closer as you laugh, your arm snaking around his lower back.

"Noted. Definitely noted." Cedric nods, still chuckling.

"And..." You trail off, wracking your brain for more.

"I want us to talk to the King and Queen; they should know that we'll be official. It seems like that's what they've been wanting to hear." You muse, bittersweet feelings arising from your core.

"Yes- I'm sure they'd be delighted." Cedric said wryly, and you giggled in response.

"Ah, but- I think it's also important they know the impact those rumors had, as well. We should tell them what happened." You say somberly, looking to Cedric for approval.

You see hesitation in his eyes, but to your surprise he agrees.

"Yes, I'll tell them what I should've said at the start; Fuck. Off." Cedric enunciated, his eyes glowing with that mischievous look you've come to adore.

You burst out in full laughter this time, and Cedric flashes you a big smile. As you slowly regain your composure, you lay your head affectionately against Cedric's chest.

You feel lanky arms pull you in tighter, Cedric's hands resting perfectly between your shoulder blades and the small of your back.

You return the embrace with gusto, squeezing Cedric's lithe body flush against your own. You inhale his scent, a mix of soap and dried herbs coupled with the musk of old books.

Cedric dipped his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as well. His breath is warm and light on your skin, and his face rests neatly into the grooves of your body. It was like you both were custom made to fit together perfectly, and it felt like bliss to finally be this close.

"I had only dreamed of this, you know. I never thought that this could be real." Cedric whispers, his lips grazing your neck as he speaks.

"I'm having a hard time believing it myself." You whisper into his chest, your pulse speeding.

"Maybe we should pinch each other, just to make sure?" Cedric pulls away from you, a cheesy grin on his face.

You snicker, but freeze as an even better idea pops in your head.

You try to contain your coy smile, but it was poorly masked. Cedric catches on, giving you a slightly confused grin in response.

"What if we kissed instead?" You squeezed out, almost wincing from the suggestion being said out loud.

Cedric's eyes became saucers, and his red tinted cheeks were almost crimson. The poor man almost looked like he was going to pass out in front of you.

"Ah- I was just kidding, Cedric. We don't hav-" Your sentence was then cut short off by a pair of lips connecting to yours.

You stood frozen for a second, unable to process what was happening. Cedric's hand came up to cradle your face, holding your cheek as if it was the most delicate crystal that could shatter at any moment. His lips were somehow even more gentle, barely brushing against your own.

You feel your body pull towards Cedric, your lips now fully enmeshed together. Cedric's hand trembled against you, and you brought your hand up to still his own. Your thumbs brush against his gloved knuckles, trying to provide him a sense of ease.

Cedric made a low hum in this throat, his face turning to capture more of you. His hunger in turn fed your own, until you both were left breathless. Your heart soared as the kiss lingered, your blood sending waves of fire and electricity throughout your body.

You eventually break apart, your breath uneven and heart skipping multiple beats.

You both look at each other at the same time, Cedric's half lidded lovesick gaze matching your own. A smile curls up from his now slightly bruised lips, and you give Cedric a bashful grin in return.

"Was that how a kiss was supposed to feel?" Cedric questioned in a daze, his voice low.

"Like magic?" You offered, your eyes crinkling as you smiled up at the sorcerer.

"No magic has ever made me feel like... That." Cedric scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head while smiling ear to ear.

"I'm afraid you're an entirely different force all together, my dear." Cedric purred, bringing your hand up to his lips. He gave your knuckles tender kisses, bangs falling into his eyes as he dips his head.

You swear you almost melt right on contact. Since when was Cedric so smooth??

"I'm glad you were there that day I fell from that ladder." You speak softly, your hand tingling from Cedric's kisses.

"Me too- I don't know if anyone else could've caught you in time. Then we never would have met." Cedric says with a bittersweet smile, his eyes lingering on you.

"I think I knew from that very first day we met that I'd fall in love with you." You confess, your cheeks burning like hot coals.

Cedric's entire face softens at your words, his eyes shining with love and adoration. A dopey grin grows on his face, and he starts to turn his head away from you in bashfulness.

You chuckle at his reaction, your hand covering part of your face in embarrassment as well.

You watch Cedric slowly gain back his composure, finally being able to face you again.

"Would you like to join me for dinner? I think we need to make up for some lost time." Cedric looks on at you hopefully, almost giving you puppy eyes to say yes.

"That sounds wonderful, Cedric." You purr, roping your arm together in his.

"Then it's a date!" Cedric whooped, twirling you around in excitement.

Cedric watched the joy unfold on your face, realizing his true goal in this life was to make sure that smile would always be there.

As you spun around Cedric's workshop, you feel more at home than you've ever been anywhere else.

This is it, you thought. This is where I'm meant to be.

#cedric the sensational #cedric x reader #sophia the first #first kiss #confession #cedricthesorceror

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slut4buckysarm · 2 years

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Christmas fic request (smut) - steve rogers and y/n have been best friends for a while but one day they sleep together and steve acts weird about it. then they get into a fight at a meeting and something smut ends up happening ;) thanksss!!!!

MAIN MASTERLIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT (fingering, d in v, no protection, m and f orgasms) language, angst, some fluff.

ALL mistakes are my own.

Do NOT copy, repost, translate or rewrite my fics!!.

“I know I’m late. Don’t make it a big deal” I speak, raising a single finger at the room.

“Oh, I’m definitely not complaining”. Pietro says, eyeing my body.

“Yeah, I don’t think any of us are” Sam laughs, leaning back into his chair.

I knew this dress would catch everyone’s attention. Low cut back, snatched at the waist, and shorter than short.

I sit down in my seat and fold my leg over the other. “You can start now”.

“Oh, we’ve already started” Tony mumbles, moving back to the whiteboard. “Major corporations have some doubts as to some of our enhancements and-”

“Just say Wanda” that gets a laugh out of the room. “We all know you mean Wanda” I chuckle throwing my hands into the air.

“How are we sure that it’s not you, Y/F/N?” Wanda jokes.

“Maybe because I’m not enhanced, Wanda”? I joke back.

“Hey, is no one going to dress code Y/F/N?? I mean look at what she’s wearing” Steve utters from across the table causing all eyes to turn back to me. My cheeks flush and my eyes dart down to my lap. Nervousness takes over my body but then I remember that this isn’t my fault. If anything, it's Steve’s.

“First off, who uses the phrase “dress code” anymore? I mean we’re not in middle school. Second, Tony’s parties right after this and I’m not changing after this meeting which by the way…” I pause to smack my hand on the table, “…I don’t really care for anymore” I finish getting up from my seat.

“Well, if she gets to go, I think we all should be able to-” Clint starts to pack up his files.

“Why can’t you let me have this win, Arrow”?

“Why can’t you dress appropriately, Y/F/N?” Steve smiles at me.

I laugh in shock. “Well, you didn’t really want me to dress appropriately this morning, did ya, Steve”?

The room bursts into “Woah”s and “You two?”s.

“Alright, alright! Down” Tony exclaims pointing a finger to my seat.

“But-”

“Down!!”.

I seat myself in my chair and stay silent for the rest of the meeting.

—

“Ah, I’ll have a Cosmo please” I wave to the bartender.

“I’m on it pretty” the man winks at me and I give him a half-smile in response.

The lights go red and everyone makes their way to the dance floor with their partners while I sit on my stool and sip my drink.

“And why are you all alone tonight?“ I hear Natasha’s voice say from beside me.

“None of these guys are worth my time. The bartender? The one that gave me my drink? He was flirting with me” I speak through my teeth. “All I did was ask him for a drink”.

“Well, Steve over there has been staring at you all night. Make your move”.

“No Nat. You don’t know what happened before the meeting. I’m not making a-“

“Too late.” I hear a deep voice speak from beside me.

Natasha gets up from the seat beside me and I grab her hand to keep her grounded. “Don’t leave me here”. All she does is smirk at me and walk away.

“Leave” I mumble.

“No”.

“Okay. Then shut up. No talking”.

Steve puts a finger up to his lip and pukers his lip sarcastically. He grabs my drink from in front of me and takes a sip. I wait for a reaction. Why do I care for his reaction? A ‘tsk’ from Steve’s mouth has my hand grabbing my drink back and finishing it off.

I get up from my stool and head to the bathroom. As soon as I get to the sink, I look at myself in the mirror and grab my lipstick out of my purse. As soon as the stick hits my lips, I hear the bathroom door swing open.

“Out!” I yell pointing at the door.

“Cant do sweetheart,” Steve says closing the door.

I look back to the mirror and finish applying my lipstick. I place it back into my purse and walk to the door. I try to swerve past him but his broad shoulders take up most of the doorframe.

"So you're ignoring me"?

Steve leans against the door and brings his arms up to his mid-chest. He shakes his arm so that his watch is no longer covered by his suit and lets out a faint chuckle. “Well, I can stand here all day and wait for you to answer. I mean we’ve got time”.

“You fucking dick”.

He gives me a look of offense.

“I mean, did you forget what happened this morning? You fucking slept with me and then acted like nothing happened!” I scream walking up to him.

I push his chest. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do that!!”

He stays silent.

“Answer me dammit”!!

“You want an answer?” Steve speaks walking forwards, forcing me to back up. “Fine, I fucked up. I shouldn’t have just left. I messed up! I messed up because I'm scared of ruining us, Y/F/N!”.

He's scared?

“I don't want you to wake up when day and feel like this whole thing was a mistake. We've been good friends for so long and now we're sleeping together just as friends"! He spits, his hands now grabbing my waist.

He takes a breath. And then another. The silence makes the air feel thicker than usual.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to say Steve” I utter, speechless.

Steve trails his hands up to my face and moves a strand of hair behind my ear. “I want you, Y/F/N. More than a friend”.

"I want you too". I whisper, pulling him in for a kiss. He swirls his tongue inside my mouth and I move my hands to his chest. His teeth catch my bottom lip causing me to moan in his mouth.

Steve slides his hand down to my back and grabs my ass. I let out a chuckle on his lips and move my hand into his hair.

And just as he says that a sudden boost of confidence makes its way out my depths.

I sit on the sink behind me and roll up my dress, waiting for some type of contact. I nod my head and Steve makes his way to me. Steve works his fingers up my thighs and presses the tips onto my cunt. He then moves my lace panties to the side and collects my wetness. He spreads it over my nerves and starts to rub circles around my clit.

“Fuck” is all I manage to get out before Steve slips his index and middle finger into my heat. He pumps in and out of me and rubs circles with his thumb. I buck my hips to his hand to alert him to go faster, which he does.

“Fuck yes. Right there!”.

“Damn look at you. Comm'n undone, and all I’m using are my fingers.” he laughs.

Feeling the knot in my stomach grow tighter, I tighten my thighs around his hand and arch my back in pleasure.

“Steve, m’close”.

“Shhh. I know darling. I know”.

“Don’t stop. Fuck. Please don’t stop”.

He starts to pump faster and I shut my eyes tight.

“So beautiful” Steve mutters, mostly to himself.

That’s all I need to release onto his fingers.

My body slams against the sink and Steve takes his fingers out of me.

“Already?” he mocks, licking them clean.

I roll my eyes and move my arms down to his v-line. I take his dress shirt out of his pants and run my right hand over his abs.

“You’re going to have to do better than that darling” Steve chuckles.

“Please” I whisper.

“Speak up”.

“Please,” I repeat taking his blazer off.

He smirks reaching down for his buckle. “Eager. I like it”.

His cock springs out once free, tip covered in a white liquid. He spreads his pre-cum onto the rest of his dick and watches me pull my dress up.

“You won’t be needing this…” he states, completely pulling it off of my body. “…Or this.” he finishes, pulling my panties down my waist.

Steve then lines himself up with my entrance. He moves the tip of his cock up and down my slick and looks up at me, waiting for an answer. I nod my head, desperate to feel him inside of me, and gasp when he does so.

“Fuck Steve. Yes Steve, right there. Don’t stop, Steve” I moan his name like a prayer.

“Hold on to the side of the sink,” he grunts into my ear, seeing that I’m struggling to find a balance.

He thrusts into me, all while keeping his eyes focused on mines.

“You like that?” Steve chains sloppy kisses up my neck and all I can do is hum in response.

Feeling his vein on my velvet walls, I clench. Hard. So much so, that he lets out a groan.

“Mmm so tight for me,” he mutters just loud enough for me to hear.

His hips slam into mines and I tighten my grip on the sink. My sweaty palms slip but I grab Steve's collar just in time.

I can feel Steve’s hands dig deeper into my hips. He moves his right one to my mouth and rubs a finger on my lips. He then trails his hand down to my right boob and starts playing with my nipple. He twists, turns, and squeezes the bud, and I throw my head back in pleasure.

He bites his bottom lip to stop the moan caught in his throat from leaving his lips.

“Fuck, Steve!!!” I scream his name falling over the edge, him not far behind.

One more thrust and I can feel his cock twitch inside of me. He releases, leaving me smiling at the deep groan, that spills from his lips.

He grabs the base of his cock and slowly takes it out of me, both of us still panting.

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bigwhispersbluebird · 3 years

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BTS reaction when they are jealous (Hyung Line)

Author’s Note: I often read a lot of reaction based fics and realize that perhaps my take on it is a little different. So here it goes. Do tell me if you like it or agree or just anything. Also, I am new to this so excuse me for any mistakes. Thanksss

Warnings: None

Seokjin or Jin

He watched from far as a man in his 20s approached you from behind as you finished the call you had excused yourself to attend. Judging from your reaction, he concluded that you knew the guy. Even though he couldn’t hear a word, your comfortable laugh, the way you slightly hit his shoulder while talking and mimicked his body language, Jin felt a weird irk inside him.

Don’t misunderstand, Kim Seokjin was very confident about himself but there was a part of him that often wondered if he was enough. He might be handsome but there were more handsome people around. He was not the smartest or the most athletic and he came with a load of baggage. So much that he couldn’t cross the room to where you were standing and openly declare that you were his gorgeous and brilliant girlfriend.

His thoughts were intruded by the chime of his phone.

“You okay?”, your text read and he looked up to spot you a few tables away. The young stranger gone now and your eyes only on him.

“No. I am Jin”, he replied in his usual manner, trying to hide the truth, cracking the worst joke ever in the process and wincing at himself as soon as he sent it.

He watched as you laughed unabashedly as soon as you saw the screen, your eyes glistening and he realized that this laugh was just for him.

“You must be really in love with me if you laughed at that”, he sent and watched as you read and suddenly the same look overtook your face that he had seen on himself so many times when he was with you.

He only took his eyes off you when his phone chimed again.

“Of course. Who else would ever compare?”

Yoongi or Suga

This was getting annoying for him. Yoongi would call himself a pretty calm person especially after the ten years of life as an artist had made him immune to almost everything happening around him. But this was getting on his nerves.

You had walked into HYBE tonight and after just being at Genius Lab for a few minutes, you had asked about Do-Yan and went to seek him as soon as Yoongi told you that he must be in PDogg’s studio. Had it been a one time occurrence, Yoongi wouldn’t even have cared enough to think much into it but after this becoming a routine, he was over it.

Do-Yan was a talented young producer who was contracted for TXT’s new album. You were heavily involved in the A&R activities of BigHit Music and were actually the person who had discovered Do-Yan. In your perspective, he could be a great asset and while he was just here on a temporary basis, you wished to persuade him to sign him as a BigHit producer permanently. PDogg had agreed with you and now you both were on the task of convincing him to stay.

Unaware of this all, Yoongi decided to do something about the situation. As he typed the messages to the management team, he knew that this was very petty of him but he was beyond the point of caring right now.

The next time you asked him about Do-Yan, Yoongi did not look up from his computer as he said, “He has been moved”.

“What?”, you were shocked to say the least. “Moved? What do you mean moved?”

“He will be working with Bang PD directly now so he will be in the other building.”

“So, he signed the contract?”

Now Yoongi was getting agitated, “Why do you care so much?”, he had turned his seat around and was now only focusing on you. His tone was still calm but inside he was screaming.

Oblivious to the storm inside him you said, “Why wouldn’t I? He must have else he would not have said yes to that since...”, Yoongi was not even listening anymore.

“He did. I talked to the management myself and got him to say yes”, Yoongi said. His voice low and his back now turned to you. “You can move there as well if you want to see him and care about him so much”.

“You...but you didn’t know”, suddenly all the pieces fell into place in your mind and you scolded yourself mentally for not noticing it yourself.

“Yoongi”, you called out to him softly as you moved closer to his chair. “Jagiya”, you called again as you kneeled beside his chair, taking his hand lightly in yours.

“I just wanted him to join the company so I was spending most of my time on that. I am sorry that I did not clear it to you. I’ll make up for all the lost time now that you’ve got it done”.

Yoongi couldn’t even remember what he was angry about as you placed yourself on his lap, pulling him close to leave a gentle kiss on his lips.

After a while your phone rang and you announced that you had to go for a meeting. As you inched closer to the door, you remembered something and without even turning around you said:

“I can’t believe you got him moved”

You closed the door behind you but not before hearing his low chuckle.

Hoseok or J-Hope or Hobi

“I think Yeonjun and I should perform on something more sexy?”, you said with your eyes fixated on his face waiting for a reaction.

His eyebrows furrowed and then as if thinking about it, he immediately turned to you, nodding, “Yes, I think it will work great with both of your stage personalities”.

You were surprised. This was not the answer that you were expecting. You had hoped that he would get jealous like all those TikTok boyfriends.

But you were not going to be dejected so easily.

“Why don’t you help with the choreography?”, you suggested, a plan already forming in your head.

“Y/N, I would have been offended had you not asked me”, he said as he showed off his gorgeous smile.

After a few days when you three started working on the performance, you tried to make Hobi jealous. You would suggest even more suggestive moves but he would just think about them and excitedly agree to them or politely decline saying how it does not fit with the steps.

He would watch as you danced, concentrated and focused, but unwavering.

After weeks of this charade, you grew tired and when Yeonjun excused himself to leave for a music show you exasperatedly sighed in front of Hobi who was monitoring the recently shot dance practice video of yours.

“I don’t think you even care about me”.

“Huh?!”, Hobi was bewildered. “What?!”

“Yeah, you don’t care if I go throw myself in someone else’s arms”, your voice was loud in the empty dance studio. You lowered it again, “you don’t care”.

“Y/N”, Hobi was now closer to you, looking straight into your eyes. “I care. I care a lot. I care that this performance is amazing because this is a great opportunity for you. I care that your steps show exactly how good of a dancer you are. I care and that is why I would never let anybody else do it instead of me”.

You were surprised. This was not what you were looking for but it was a pleasant difference.

“And I would care if it was not a performance. I would, I do care if anyone even looks at you in the wrong way but I would never take it out on you. I want you to be able to perform without worrying what I would take it as. I want you to be loved by everyone in the audience”.

His arms slowly snaked around your waist and under your sweatshirt, “just not the way that I do”.

Namjoon or RM

Namjoon had watched you the entire night, his eyes refusing to leave your figure as you rushed around the venue making sure everything was perfect.

It was the last concert of the tour and you as the tour manager were adamant on making it memorable and smooth. Double-checking everything, you finally allowed yourself a moment of peace as you saw your boyfriend rehearse his performance for Trivia: Love.

Namjoon locked eyes with you, smiling and rapping his lines as if talking to you. Suddenly, you felt the weight of something on your shoulders and you looked away from the stage realizing that it was your assistant, Alan, who had just covered you with his jacket. You smiled gratefully as he extended a hand holding your coffee.

“You should rest for a while before we meet back for sound check”, he suggested and you looked at your watch to see that he was right. Tonight was going to be hectic and a power nap was definitely needed.

You had not even realized that the stage was now empty and the leader was standing right by your side. His eyes were not on you, but on the man now sitting beside you, glancing at his jacket on your shoulders.

Shrugging the jacket off, you asked, “Are you done? Any issues?”.

Not answering your question, Namjoon kept staring at Alan and you felt bad for the poor guy. You asked again and this time Namjoon’s lips turned into a smile, “None, jagiya”. Jagiya?!

Now you were the one staring daggers at him but he did not waver. Instead, with the same smile plastered on his lips, he took off his jacket and placed it on your shoulders, pulling the zipper closer together as he made his way to where Alan was sitting. Alan immediately got up, excusing himself and vacating the seat that now your boyfriend occupied, his hand reaching across your shoulder to pull you into him.

You resisted.

“ ‘Jagiya’. Really?! Really, Namjoon?”

He just smiled at that, genuinely this time. “Come on, you know I lose all calm when it comes to you”.

“Calm and senses, both”, you murmured as he laughed and pulled you closer and you let him, closing your eyes and resting before work would call you again.

#bts #bts reactions #jin #seokjin #yoongi #suga #namjoon #rm #hoseok #hobi #jhope #bangtan #fluff #jealous #reader #kim namjoon #min yoongi #kim seokjin #jung hoseok

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willowbleedsonpaper · 4 years

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They don’t know about us

Theo Nott x Hufflepuff!Reader

W. C. : 3400

Request by @herstory-study: Hi! I saw your one-shot of Theodore Nott and just absolutely loved it. I was hoping I could request one where the reader is a Hufflepuff and just them being open about their relationship and not carrying what other people (*cough cough* Malfoy) think. Thanksss 💛💛💛

A/N: I don’t know if this exactly what you expected with your request but this what came to my mind. Sorry for taking so long and for naming every thing that I write after songs, but is the only thing I can come up with. Thank you for requesting and happy reading! REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Flashbacks are written like this!

*Not my Gif. Credits to the creator*

"Hey you." you greeted, a smile in your face as you placed a soft kiss in your boyfriend's cheek.

Theo turned with a bright smile, wrapping his arm around your shoulder when you had taken the seat beside him, pulling you closer to him as he returned the kiss, lingering there as you hugged him.

"Hello love." he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine with how deep his voice was. A smile playing on his lips at his effect on you. "I thought you were doing homework with your friends." he told you, leaving his quill aside and turning so he could be face to face with you.

You waved your hand with a roll of your eyes "The day they actually show up to do homework will be the day I die." he chuckled and you gave him a smug look "Guess I'm immortal now." you grinned.

"My immortal lover," he muttered, cupping your face softly and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"But really where are they?" he asked, pulling his hand from your face and packing you sigh in disappointment at the loss of his warmth.

"Where do you think?" you dared him to guess, the annoyance in your voice giving him his answer.

He shook his head with a smile, trying to hide the fact that it was actually hilarious how much it bothered you "Quidditch practice?" he said and you nodded.

"Quidditch practice." you confirmed, staring at him in confusion as he dragged you by your hand towards the castle entrance. "Theo!" you squealed, wrapping your robes tighter against your body as the light breeze blew in your way "Where are we going?" you asked, a smile in your face no matter what.

He looked back at you briefly, the same smile you had plastered in his face "We are going to the Quidditch practice, see what we have been missing all along." he said, the longer part of his hair falling right in front of his eyes and sticking to his forehead because of the light rain.

You made it to the seats in no time, having to run there as the rain started to fall strongly. No wonder why your friends wanted to go see the Slytherin team practice.

"Do you even understand the game?" you asked him, finding a place that covered you from some of the rain "Because I've tried to and had gotten nowhere."

"Well, not really." he admitted with a tight smile "Otherwise I think I would be playing. Draco and Blaise are out there, I'm the only one missing."

You sat closer to him, his arm returning to his usual spot around your shoulder "Better leave it that way," you said, Theo giving you a questioning look "If you were playing against Hufflepuff I would probably have a crisis. Do I cheer for you or my house?"

He laughed loudly, throwing his head back as he only did with you. Once he had calmed down he tightened his hold on you, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you towards his chest "Well, obviously you would be cheering for me." he mumbled.

You rose and eyebrow, looking up at him as you scratched your chin in thought "Debatable." you said.

He looked offended, a mischievous look taking over his features as he attacked your sides, tickling every spot he knew would make your stomach hurt.

You screamed, trying to get out of his hold but failing as he was in advantage by his position. The only thing left for you to do: beg for mercy.

"NO!" you laughed, you eyes shut as you fought the tears that were spilling down your cheeks "Theo!" you yelled, laughing more as you shrink yourself into a fetal position.

He stopped, his fingers still tapping lightly over your ribs as your heard him ask "Who are you cheering for, then?"

You could hear the smile in his voice, his finger ready for another attack as he waited for your response.

"Oh, c'mon. You don't even play!" you said, popping one eye open to see him still waiting.

"Humor me," he whispered "Let's imagine I do actually play."

You squint your eyes at him, the happy tears making your cheeks wet and the ache of your stomach still there "One condition," you said poking his chest. He nodded, expectant of your terms "You lend over to me one of your sweaters for some Slytherin representation."

"You only want to steal my sweaters." he laughed, looking down at your pleading eyes. You had your most innocent smile on and he knew he had lost, he couldn't say no to that smile and you knew it "Fine, " he said, rolling his eyes "You'll get one of my sweaters if you come with me to one of the games." he said and you frowned.

"You don't even like the game." you reminded him, a little confused.

"I promised those idiots I would be there for their game against Gryffindor." he sighed heavily and you smiled.

“Deal.” you said sitting straight so you could reach for him, pulling him to you in a sweet kiss, completely oblivious to the eyes on you from the distance.

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“Hey Draco,” called Blaise, flying close to the blonde as he cocked hi head toward the crowd “Looks like someone’s still under a witch’s spell.”

Draco frowned, focus shifting from the practice to the loud laughter coming from the stances. His eyes hardened, watching as his friend played with his girlfriend right there out in the open “Is he deaf or something?” he grunted, turning from the sight and to his friend flying close to him “He knows that Hufflepuff is no good news.” he said, glaring back and seeing you kissing him, his stomach churning in anger.

Blaise shrugged, still looking at the two love birds with confusion “You know,” he said getting Draco’s attention “It has been months now, I don’t think is a love potion or something of sorts.” he admitted.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he hissed starting to move in the air “She did something to him that time they both got detention. I’m sure of it.” he mumbled, getting his focus back in the practice.

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You walked the empty halls of the castle, dinner still happening at the great hall but your stomach couldn’t take it. You had felt sick since that morning and the mere smell of food made your stomach turn.

You weren’t sure if what happened next was worse than having stayed sick at the great hall but you were balancing the options as it all unfolded down before your eyes.

The Weasley twins came running from the end of the hall, sliding on the floor by the speed they had with them, followed close by Mr. Filch and a crowd of curious students. But they were the Weasley twins, known pranksters of Hogwarts and therefore experts in running away. They went behind a tapestry, disappearing from thin air right in front of your eyes.

“Where are they?” professor Snape’s voice boomed in the hall, walking directly to you with a glare “Where. are. they?” he asked again, the crowd standing like a shadow behind him.

You shook your head, trying to find the word to explain before you realized you couldn’t. You weren’t sure where they were. “I don’t know, professor.” you said firmly and maybe that was your mistake, sounding so sure when they clearly had run by that hallway.

He sighed heavily “Eager to help them, aren’t you Y/L/N?” he said, his eyes hard on you “Very well, you’ll join them on detention. One month.” he stated.

You stuttered, not making any sense as you tired to fight him back “But professor, I didn’t see anything!” you cried.

He snapped his head at you with a glare, but a chuckle at his right caught his attention “Found something funny Mr. Nott?” he asked, Theo’s laugh dying down as he muttered a No under his breath. But Snape wasn’t having it “You’ll join Miss Y/L/N on her detention, I’m sure you two have a lot of fun.” he said, and turned walking away in the search of the twins.

Theo looked harshly at you but you had already stormed off, cursing under your breath and making wide movement in the air as you took a turn. He frowned, confused as to why he found you cute when mad.

That night you went to the dungeons, a month of detention waiting for you in the cold classroom. the twins were already there, stopping their task of cleaning cauldrons to give you an apologetic look that you returned with a smile.

You went to sit with them, but professor Snape cleared his throat behind you, making you jump in your seat as you turned to him, a sour look in your face.

“You’ll join Mr. Nott on the back,” he said, giving you a bucket and pointing to the back “Clean the storage room. No wands.” he ordered, walking to his desk and sitting down, not looking back at you.

You took the bucket and jumped from your seat, walking to the back reluctantly as you tried to suppress your anger, not wanting to make Snape more angry than he already was.

Theo took a moment to follow you, he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up and got to work without a word, his back facing you and you tried not to stare but, Merlin! was it hard. He was the kind of boy that went unnoticed, but if you payed attention he had a beauty to him that had you frozen in place.

He seemed to notice your lack of movement, clearing his throat to get your attention but you pretended not to hear him, focusing on whatever was behind him and reaching for it, like you had been staring at that all along. He seemed to buy it, turning once more away from you. With a sigh you tied your hair up, and got to cleaning the shelves.

A week had went by and the storage room looked the same of worse than it did in the beginning. But you gave it no importance, just doing what you thought would improve the place and make it look tidier. Until one day, the silence you were used to work in was broke.

“You’re upset.” Theo said behind you, making you stop and turned to him with a frown. Was he talking he talking to you? Of course he was, you were the only person there with him.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the next jar there and lining it up on the shelf next to the others.

“Oh, so you’re not talking to me?” he asked, and you could hear the grin in his face making you turn to see the nerve he had.

“We’re in detention together, Nott,” you hissed “No talk is needed.”

He shrugged, cleaning the jars before he handed them to you, your hand automatically taking them from his hand. “It could make it more enjoyable.” he muttered.

“Not interested,” you grumbled, snatching the next jar from him.

“You Hufflepuffs have fame for being nice and all,” he said after a long silence you missed already “But you’re mad, I can see you fuming from here.” he said pointing at the air as if he actually could see smoke coming from you.

You scoffed, not really knowing how to say to that “So what?,” you snapped “Not all Hufflepuffs are balls of sunshine. Surprise, you’re literally the last one to find out.”

He hummed, trying to suppress the smile pursing his lips “It’s just…” he said shaking his head.

“What?”

“Well, you look pretty when you’re mad.” he mumbled, not meeting your eyes.

You blinked rapidly at him, a smile in your face “You think I’m pretty when I’m mad?” you whispered, waiting for him to look at you, When he did, his eyes had a glint in them that quickly became amused when you’re smile fell “Well I’m about to become gorgeous.” you hissed, your wand already out when someone grabbed your wrist.

“I wouldn’t do that love.” George mumbled in your ear, walking inside just as Snape stood outside the door.

He examined the room, running a finger over the shelves “ You’re done for today.” he said, giving you a side glance as you practically ran past him, taking your bag and storming out of the dungeons.

You ignored Theo calling from you, his hurried steps echoing the cold hall as you literally felt his presence run and plant himself before you.

"What do you want, Nott!?" you yelled, more in exasperation than in anger.

He blinked rapidly, still holding you by your shoulders as he shakily stared at you. "Your upset." he said again, making yous scoff as you tried to round him with no luck "I just want to know why."

"Why do you care?" you asked desperately, manually moving his hands from your shoulders.

He frowned, standing straight as he let go of you. You started to walk and he followed closely at your side "Your not mad at me?" he asked in shook.

You shook your head with a heavy sigh "Why on earth would I be mad at you?"

"Well, I kind- I got us both in trouble." he mumbled.

You laughed, genuinely, for the first time in days. "I can get myself in trouble just fine. No need for your help." you told him.

You noticed how his body visibly relaxed, running a hand through his hair with a smile. He looked relieved.

You pointed behind you, to the entrance of your common room "Guess I see you on detention , Nott."

He nodded, turning in his heel and walking away before you heard him.

"Theo, You can call me Theo."

You chuckled at him "Right," you said watching the smile appear once more on his face "Goodnight, Nott."

He laughed, watching you go inside your common room without glancing back at him.

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“There so much people," you yelled, holding Theo's hand tightly in yours "Why is there so much people here? "

He shook his head, pulling you through the crowd until he found where you two could seat, no one sparing a look at you in the Slytherin colors.

"Relax, " he laughed, squeezing your hand "No one's going to notice."

"Someone's already notice." you mumbled, looking at the Slytherin team in the air. Draco was shooting daggers from his eyes, knuckles white around his broom.

The game went great, Slytherin won thanks to Draco catching the snitch. Theo dragged you to the field, saying he had to go and congratulate his mates and you weren't against it, that until you saw the entire team go quiet at your presence.

"What is she doing here, Nott?" asked Draco, his eyes roaming all over you "And with Slytherin clothing?"

Theo looked at you with a frown, his hold on you more secure as he pulled you closer to him "She's here with me Malfoy, came to show some support." he said through gritted teeth.

Draco rolled his eyes, turning to look at the team before they laughed "We don't need the support from a Hufflepuff." he said.

Theo was already launching to him, the entire team backing away at his movement before he came to a halt. Your hand around his arm.

"Don't," you whispered, giving him a sad smile before you let go of him. You turned to look at the team, some looked amused, others were fuming but you focused on one "You played great. Congratulations on the win." you said, nodding in Theo's way before you left.

"Happy?" Theo grumbled once you were out of sight, the grin on Draco widening.

"Very," he answered, turning to Blaise who was shaking his head furiously.

The last thing Draco felt was a burning pain in his cheek where Theo's fist met his face, sending him straight to the ground.

He stood there, still processing what he had done as he shook his hand in the air, storming out of there before the team or Draco himself could react.

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Theo walked the streets of Hogsmeade with his friends, chattering about the latest things the golden trio had done to upset the Slytherin group. There was so many things and the months had only started.

But his focus shifted from the conversation as soon as he saw you, all alone, in a bench. You were shaking and he had the feeling it had nothing to do with the snow falling lightly from the sky.

He took one look as his friends, not really noticing he had stayed behind and had started walking towards you.

"Y/N?" he called softly as he sat down next to you.

You quickly cleaned the tears from your cheeks, pretending like nothing had happened and putting smile on your face.

"Hi," you whispered "Do you need something?"

"I should be asking you that," he said, his eyebrows scrunched together as he looked for your eyes "You okay?"

You nodded, one single tear falling from your eyes as you did.

"Yeah, right." he said, offering you his hand "Come with me."

"Where?" you asked hesitantly, but still taking his hand.

"Somewhere you won't freeze to death." he told you, walking slowly to Honeydukes unaware of the eyes of his friends looking back at him.

You didn't know it yet, but that was the best first date ever. Softening to the boy easily, falling for him harder than you ever thought and that only because he saw crying in the snow.

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"You did what?!" you shouted, pacing in front of your boyfriend with wild eyes.

"I punched Malfoy in the face." he repeated rubbing his hand. He met your eyes and tilted his head, with a similar look "He had it coming!" he fought back.

"Maybe," you whispered "You're getting detention again, great." you sighed, covering your face with both hands.

"Worth it." he said.

And even if the act warmed your heart you couldn't help but worry about the man. He had attacked another student a lá muggle, Draco would be furious.

You cursed yourself for even bringing up the thought, the blond storm bursting in the mostly empty Great Hall, wand at his side.

You snapped out of the shook just as he started raising his wand, his words blocked by the piercing fear that took over your body. You didn't even know how but in a moment you had put yourself in front of him, wand pointed at his face.

"I wouldn't take another step if I were you." you grunted, fighting so hard to keep your hand steady.

"Get out of my way." he hissed.

"You're problem is with me, not him." you remind him, a fierce look in your eyes.

"Y/N…"

"No Theo." you cut him off, lowering your wand slightly. "You did it for me, if he wants revenge he can have it."

Draco glared back at you, confused above else as he lowered his wand as well.

He took you in, a half blood Hufflepuff that wasn't a walking sun in the school. So ordinary.

"I don't like you." he spat, putting his wand away.

"You don't have to like me."

He stared at you, glancing at Theo next to you when he rolled his eyes "I'm so gonna regret this." he muttered, turning away and leaving with no much of another word.

Once he was away, you turned to Theo and hugged him. He returned the hug quickly holding you tightly and only letting you go because you pulled away.

"Ouch!" he yelled, your hand slamming over his arm with flaring glare "What was that for?" he asked.

"Don't punch people," you told him "And don't make me face Draco again, that was terrifying."

"Sorry," he mumbled, sitting next to you with his head low.

You took a glance at him and sighed, resting your head on his shoulder as you rubbed his hand "You really don't mind that I'm a Hufflepuff?" you asked him.

"Not at all," he whispered, placing a soft kiss in your cheek "I love you."

You smiled, nuzzling closer to him as he wrapped his free arm around you "I love to too."

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hi!! i really enjoy your work, can you do 63 with niall please? thanksss

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63. Who is the clumsiest?

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Unlike any of your past relationships, Niall found your usual fumbles or blunders to be charming. Though he shouldn’t, there are times where he looked forward to you tripping over your own feet or colliding into his chest without intention. In fact, whenever you accidentally brush shoulders or run into him without care, his mind springs backward in its memories to replay the time you first met. Perhaps it was the adrenaline pumping through you as you rushed to your first job interview for Capitol Records, or the fact that you ordered the wrong prescription contacts that turned running into Niall not as embarrassing as you pictured.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m a mess and kind of lost right now. And...I’m so sorry.” Half of what you sputtered out you don’t ever recall being that legible. But for your first (literal) run-in with a celebrity, it was a shock you weren’t as starstruck as you thought you’d be. Part of the reason why could be your blurry vision. Niall, however, did not seem to acknowledge your constant squinting or frantically searching pupils.

Rather, he asked, “would you like me to take you to the room? I know this place like the back of my hand by now.”

“Really?” Your brows lifted, as well as your hopes. “Sure, that’d be great. It’s room 807.”

“Ah, my studio’s on the same floor. Follow me.” He instructs. Regaining a steady breathing pattern, as well as your composure, you shadowed Niall into the elevator and watched his fingers press a button to what you assumed was the eighth floor.

“So, are you a new artist they just signed?”

“Oh, not at all.” You scoffed. “I mean, I’m heading to an interview now that might lead to a job here as an assistant producer but...I-I don’t know. I’m trying not to get my hopes up.” Niall hums, glancing over you and taking note of your Eagles shirt. That was yet another mistake you made prior to driving over to the building, due to all of your other work clothes still stuck in the washing machine. “I’m sure you’ll rock it, no pun intended. You’re better put together than half of the people I see come through the door.”

“Really? That’s reassuring.”

“Do you have any idea of who you’ll be working with when you get hired?” Niall quirks a brow, silently wishing for the ride up to slow, at least for a few seconds. “No idea, maybe they’ll tell me in the next...” she brings the watch on her wrist up close to her eyes, carefully inspecting it, “two minutes. If I’m able to impress them enough.”

“Well, you’ve already got my vote.”

“Thanks.” A ding resonated through the elevator, signaling the two had made their stop. “See you around, maybe.” You joked, before rushing off to the nearby room, marked 807. Niall went opposite of you to his studio, a smug smile plastered to his face because he knew somehow you would charm them. Hell, all it took was an elevator ride less than a minute, and he was already intrigued.

That job interview did not lead you to work with Niall. However, you were assigned to aid another artist, who happened to share the same studio with the man. This led to seeing the brunette a lot more often, granting both of your wishes to remain in touch. And later on, it led you both to spend the rest of your lives together through vows on the altar.

Niall is jerked from his reminiscing by a loud thud in the shower. “Babe, you okay?” He calls from the other side of the door, eyebrows furrowing. Nearly at the same time, you call out, “I’m okay!”

“I slipped while dancing again!” You explain to ease your boyfriend’s worries. He shakes his head through a string of chuckles, grateful that fate chose him to be the one you bumped into that fateful day.

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Whumptober day 19 - Good Omens

Day 19: Mourning Loved One Fandom/setting: Good Omens, ~1970s Read on AO3 Read on FF.net

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It was just easier as a snake. Easier to avoid eye contact, easier to keep his face from revealing any "emotion" or other such nonsense. Easier to carefully wrap himself in knots around the angel and assure himself that the corporation beneath his coils was alive, whole, and safe.

"I think you could do with some rest," Aziraphale told him again, settling back on the couch with his book. "Why don't you sleep for a while? I've nowhere to be."

The snake currently wrapped around his arm and torso didn't reply, just stuck his snout down into another coil and closed his eyes.

If they both ended up snoozing in a nest of blankets and scales, well that was just fine.

:::earlier:::

Aziraphale was screaming. And bleeding. The demons only laughed and held the Hellfire closer to his skin until it blistered and split. Crowley was screaming too, voice raw with it by now. He knew the angel couldn't withstand the Hellfire much longer, and then the screams silenced and Aziraphale's eyes clouded over, leaving Crowley on his own.

:::earlier:::

Aziraphale reached a trembling hand towards Crowley, dragging himself over the ground and leaving streams of blood in his wake. The Hellhound pounced on his back with a vicious snarl, hackles raised and teeth exposed. Crowley shouted for him, but it seemed to be the signal the Hellhound was waiting for and it struck like a viper, fangs burying themselves in Aziraphale's neck so the angel choked and gurgled on a bloody cry before falling still.

:::earlier:::

Heaven had found out about their Arrangement, had learned that Aziraphale had given Crowley the precious holy water. The building housing Heaven and Hell was silent. Aziraphale's lifeless body hung suspended by hooks and chains on the ground floor, a grisly reminder for anyone who walked in the door what happened if the status quo wasn't maintained, a cold, stark reminder that Gabriel and Beelzebub came from the same stock.

:::earlier:::

Aziraphale was dead.

:::earlier:::

Crowley was the one who got Aziraphale killed.

:::eventually:::

Aziraphale gripped his sword tightly, wishing it was his flaming, angel sword, but any blade should do. He prowled through the dockyards, eyes and ears perked for any sign of his quarry. He would have liked to wait on Crowley for this, truth be told; after all, an echidna was half serpent, maybe a snake demon would have been naturally predisposed to be able to fight her better. But he'd been unreachable and this wasn't something Aziraphale could allow to continue until he got Crowley on the line.

The slithering of scales on rotten wood and desiccated leaves drew the angel's attention. He readjusted his grip on the sword and hurried in the direction of the sound. A derelict old office stood to one side, shuffling noises leading Aziraphale to the doorway. He took a breath, then raised his sword and dashed around the corner, only to stumble to a halt at the sight before him. He'd found his demon friend—strung up by his wrists to dangle over the dirty floor. Crowley's head was hanging limp, glasses gone and eyes closed. The monster he was hunting was sniffing his neck, her lower serpent half teasing its way around Crowley's leg.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale gasped, hardly the battle cry to strike fear into the heart of the echidna. The half-snake, half-woman turned to eye him with arrogance and irritation.

"Who are you?" she asked. "Never mind, pet, you'll jussst have to wait your turn."

"What have you done to him?" the angel demanded, pointing his sword at the creature. "Speak, I command you!"

The echidna sniffed. "I'm not under your command," she retorted. A long, forked tongue slipped past her lips and she licked the many puncture marks dotting Crowley's neck. "Mmm, thissss one is delicioussss. Watch thisss."

Before Aziraphale could stop her, the echidna's jaw unhinged, fangs protruding like something from a horror film, and she sank them deep into Crowley's throat yet again. A second later, the unconscious demon started to twitch and moan, swiftly building up through cries to full-blown howls. Tears streamed down his face but he showed no sign of true consciousness even once his yellow eyes opened.

"Stop!" the angel cried. "Leave him alone, foul beast!"

"Beassst?" the echidna hissed with a short laugh. "Everyone'sss got to eat, after all. Relax, thanksss to my venom, he hasss no idea what'sss happening." She giggled again and licked at the puncture wounds once more, much to Aziraphale's disgust.

His eyes flicked back to the demon, currently sobbing with pain or terror or both. Aziraphale had never seen Crowley in such a state, in all of their years together. Then, the demon whimpered, actually whimpered, and choked out,

"Please, Hastur, no..."

Aziraphale straightened, grip once again tightening as he demanded, "Hastur- he's hallucinating! That's what your venom does?"

"Mm," she agreed contentedly. "Ssshowssss them their mosssst terrible nightmaresss. You've no idea, the tasssste of adrenaline as hissss deepessst fearsss come true before hissss eyessss..."

Crowley's most terrible nightmares? Aziraphale felt the blood drain from his face at the mere thought; as a demon, Crowley would be all too familiar with the worst torments of Hell, and the idea of him reliving a single second he might have spent there or the constant fears of what they could do to him, no, it was simply too much to bear thinking of. With a furious shout, Aziraphale thrust his sword towards the echidna and attacked.

The battle was short-lived and ended with her slain on the floor and Aziraphale rushing to get Crowley down. The demon's hands were bloodless from having been bound so tight, ligature marks already standing out stark against his pale skin as Aziraphale wrested the ropes off of his hands.

"Crowley," he called, patting his friend's cheeks carefully. "Oh please wake up... my poor dear, you're not in Hell! Come back!" Even as he said it, though, Aziraphale knew there was most likely nothing to do but wait until the venom worked its way out of his system.

But not here, in the dirty, dilapidated building on his own. Trying to ignore the sobs and moans that he never wanted to hear coming from Crowley ever again, Aziraphale scooped the demon up in his arms and headed back out into the night.

Crowley had a flat somewhere, Aziraphale knew, but he'd never been to it and wasn't sure exactly how to get to it. In this state, he didn't want to simply leave the demon anywhere; best get him back to the bookshop, then. Hopefully none of the angels would pop down for a report on the affair. That would be a trifle difficult to explain, why a hallucinating demon was laid out on his sofa.

By the time they reached the safety of the bookshop, Crowley's condition was none better. Not sure what else to do, Aziraphale fetched a cool rag and contented himself to mop off the demon's brow. Crowley's eyes were open but faraway, trapped in whatever horrible nightmares of Hell his brain could concoct, and Aziraphale knew he had quite the imagination—a curse, in this instance.

Finally, after far too long, the demon slipped off into a fitful sleep. Even that seemed to be no mercy, as Crowley continued to thrash and cry out, sometimes even calling for Aziraphale—that was the worst, as the angel couldn't imagine what torments he was seeing and of course had no way to save him from it.

Finally, finally, Crowley's eyes peeled open once more, filled with trauma and pain.

"There you are, my dear," Aziraphale said softly, settling himself beside the demon on the couch. "Are you awake?"

For a moment, Crowley stared blankly at him, then gasped like he was taking his first breath and shot up on the couch.

"Angel-" He got no further, throwing his arms around a thoroughly shocked Aziraphale.

"Oh! Um... yes, it's me-"

"Aziraphale... you're alright... you- you're alive... you're alive!"

Well, that wasn't at all the reaction he'd been expecting. Aziraphale patted the demon's back, clearing his throat. "Erm, yes, I'm quite well. You were caught by that awful echidna, do you remember? She was poisoning you, I'm afraid, making you see your worst-"

"You were dead," Crowley blurted out, clinging all the tighter to Aziraphale, nearly wrapping himself completely around the angel. "You were dead, over and over and over, and I couldn't stop it, I- are you alright? Really and truly, you're alright? You're okay? Aziraphale?"

The angel was at a loss for words. But... that echidna... she'd distinctly said it would be Crowley's worst nightmare he'd be experiencing, but surely that had to be Hell? Torments untold? He'd even mentioned Hastur specifically...

"I'm alright," he said slowly. "Whatever you've been seeing, none of it was real. I assumed it would be Hell..."

"Hell, Heaven, everything in between," Crowley choked out. "They kept hurting you- killing you, I thought you were dead. I thought..." He coughed and pulled away, cheeks pink as he wrapped his arms around himself. "Er, anyway, no reason to make a scene. I'll just... I should go..."

"You're in no condition!" Aziraphale immediately protested, still trying to sort out in his mind how his own death could be Crowley's worst nightmare when the demon had literally lived in Hell. A mistake on the echidna's part, perhaps. An exaggeration, no doubt, about Crowley's "worst" nightmare rather than just any old uncomfortable one. Surely.

Either way, he couldn't bear the thought of Crowley being alone right now. "You've been kidnapped and poisoned and I won't hear of you going anywhere until you've had a proper sleep, not the sort she did to you. It's quite safe here. Why don't you curl up and have a little rest? Er, just until you- Crowley, I'm sorry but why are you looking at me like that?"

The demon didn't say a word, just continued to stare at him with fearful, watery eyes. Aziraphale coughed, then suggested,

"You're shivering. I'm going to fetch some more blankets. Make yourself comfortable, my dear, because I won't hear of you leaving until I'm convinced all the negative effects have worn off."

Nodding decisively, Aziraphale stood to go gather some more flannel throws and warm quilts, knowing how cold Crowley could get at times. When he got back to the couch, he was surprised to find a serpent coiled up on the cushions.

"Oh, Crowley..."

"Thought you were dead," the snake repeated, burying his head in his coils. "I- I thought..."

Shaking his head, Aziraphale sat down beside the snake and picked up a book that had been sitting on the table next to it. "Well, I'm still alive and kicking, as you see," he reassured the demon. "No need to fret. Now then, I think I'll just sit here for a while and read my book. Stay, won't you?"

Then he pointedly turned all his attention to the book at hand so as not to embarrass Crowley if the demon needed closer comfort. Sure enough, the snake slowly wound himself around his arm and chest as though just feeling Aziraphale there beneath his scales was the grounding proof he needed that the angel was still there, quite alive and whole. He'd expected Crowley wouldn't want any comments on the matter, so was surprised when a small voice hissed,

"You're not going anywhere...?"

Heavens, that venom must have done more damage than Aziraphale had thought. Crowley rarely made himself so vulnerable, so the angel kept his voice as light as possible. "Not in the slightest. I think you could do with some rest. Why don't you sleep for a while? I've nowhere to be."

Crowley nodded and closed his yellow eyes, burying his head again. It actually was quite comfortable there, laid out on the couch in the nest of blankets with the serpentine coils holding him carefully. Maybe a light snooze wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Breathing deeply, Aziraphale settled in, feeling warm in body and heart.

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wonder-kid-pugh · 4 years

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The Wrong Press - (Tobin Heath x reader)

@tvanthoff Hey 🙋🏼‍♀️ can you do one where everybody thinks that Christen and Tobin are dating. But that Tobin is dating Christens little sister aka reader??? Thanksss

Y/n's Pov

I hear my phone buzz from the table. I untangle myself from my sister's hold and grab my phone. I groan as I see the notification pop up on my screen.

Preath4life: @Y/n_Press can you tell your sister that her and Tobin are so cute together 😍💞

I switch off my phone and lean back and go back to cuddling my sister, returning to the movie we were watching. "Everything okay, Y/n?" Christen asks rubbing my shoulder. I huff and snuggle into her shoulder, "I'm still getting messages from Preath fans telling me to tell you how cute you and Tobin are". Chris pauses the movie and turns to me, "I thought you told Tobin they had stopped?". I didn't meet her eye and started to play with my fingers, "Yeah I did". "Y/nnnn" christen drags out. "I know! I know! I know I shouldn't have lied. It's just when Tobs found out about the messages she got sad because I was getting annoyed which I know I shouldn't because I have nothing to worry about. I just didn't want Tobin to be upset so I told her the messages stopped" I explain. Christen sighs running a hair through her hair, "I understand why you did it Y/n but if Tobin finds out about the messages then she'll know you lied". I just slumped against the coach knowing my sister was right. "Look I know it's hards at times with the fans and the media always in our faces about our personal lives. But you have nothing to worry about. Tobin is so madly in love with you it's almost sicking. And you know Tobin is my best friend nothing more. Tobin loves you Y/n".

I sigh, "It's just annoying that everyone thinks that you are both together when your not. And we want to keep our relationship quiet because we don't want people in our faces about it". Christen wraps an arm around me, "I know it's tough sometimes. If it makes you feel any better it's obvious to me and the team. But maybe that's because we know how you really act when the cameras are turned off". I shrug just wanting to get off the topic, but Christen was always able to see through me, "What's really bothering you?". I just turn away and shake my head. Christen doesn't let me off though and instead takes both of my hands in hers and turns me face to face with her, "Y/n, we promised you always tell each other everything remember?".

I was always the closest with Chris growing up. I watched her grow into the talented soccer player she is from early on. And I always remember looking up to her and wanting to be like her. So I started to play soccer just like her and trained hard to try and be as good as her. Soccer helped us grow closer together. We were always there to help and support each and push each others limits. Whenever one of us thought we weren't good enough, the other was always there to push those insecurities away. But when Chris went away for college I felt a part of me leave with her. I lost a big part of my support system. I was always being hard on myself. My mind was telling me I wasn't good enough and I needed to be better. My insecurities grew until one day I almost quit soccer. My family noticed the changes and knew they needed to do something. Christen came back from college and tried to talk me but nothing worked. So christen decided to bring me to Stanford and show me around. She showed me the soccer program and I even met Kelley. Chris helped me find my love for soccer again and helped me realised that I didn't need to be the perfect player, I just needed to enjoy playing. I got back into soccer and was better than ever. I think the reason I wanted to keep playing soccer was so that I could inspire young girls to play the sport they love just like how Christen inspired me. Ever since then, Christen and I made a promise that we would always tell each other everything no matter how big or small it was.

But there's always times of weakness where the insecurities come back

"It's just I understand why the fans picture you two together. Like you two would be a great couple. And it reminds me sometimes that Tobin could do so much better than me. Like why would she want me when there's someone as perfect as you out there" I finally say. It's quiet for a moment before Christen thumps me in the arm.

"Ow Chris that hurt!" I moan rubbing me now sore arm. Christen rolls her eyes at me, "Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you. No body is perfect. There's no such thing. We all have our flaws. That's what makes us, us. We all have flaws, we all make mistakes and we get back up again and keep going. Some people may seem perfect Y/n, but they're not. I have flaws just like you and so does Tobin and everyone on the team. Some more than others like Kelley and Emily just have way too many to list". We both laugh a second before she continues, "But when people love you they love you regardless of your flaws. They are able to see past them and see how perfect you truly are. Just like how you see Tobin and Tobin sees you". I start to tear up looking at my sister. I tackle her into a back breaking hug and kiss her cheek whispering a small, "Thank you" into her ear. That's how we stayed. Me hugging her tightly wondering how did I ever get so lucky to call her my sister.

...........

We were back getting ready for the World Cup. We had all gathered for camp and was getting prepared and in the zone for the upcoming tournament. Tobin and I were rooming together I'd say because Jill knows the only people who can call me down are Tobin and Chris. We were just after a morning training session and I was getting out of the shower. I see Tobin standing beside the bed looking down at what I assume is her phone. I walk behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, "Whatcha doing?". I go to kiss her cheek but she breaks from my hug and turns and looks at me, "I thought you said these stopped". I look and realise that she's holding my phone and it's opened on a private message from some fan asking about Tobin and Christen. "Your phone kept going off while you were in the shower so I checked it and saw all the messages you've been getting. You told me they stopped. Why did you lie?" Tobin says you could almost hear the pain coming from her voice. I suddenly found my shoes very interesting. I feel Tobs put her hand on my chin and force me to look at her, "Y/n". "I'm sorry Toby" i say. "Why Y/n? Why did you lie?". "I know you were upset with how bothered I was getting by the messages. And with the world cup around the corner I didn't want you stressing over something dumb" I explain. "It's not stupid Y/n. If it bothers you it matters. It's not dumb. I just don't like the fact you lied about it when it clearly bothers you. But love you got to remember that, I love you. Not Chris,not anyone else" she whispers placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

I shake my head and step out of her reach, "But why? Why are you with someone like me, when you could be with someone better? Someone perfect. Someone like Christen". Tobin stares at me for a few seconds stepping close to me and cupping my face, "I don't want anyone else, I just want you. You are perfect to me. You are the light of my life, my entire world. I can't think of anyone else who comes close to you. I love you and only you. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I. Love. You". She kisses me softly almost trying to show me how much she love me. When she pulls away she rest her forehead against mine. I stare into her eyes for a minute, "I'm sorry". "It's fine, just next time please just tell me. We all get insecure sometimes. It's my job to remind you just how amazing you really are" Tobin says pecking the top of my head. "Maybe after the world cup we can tell the fans about us?" My eyes widen as I pull away and look at the midfielder, "Really?! Are you sure?". Tobin nods, "I want to show the world that you are mine and I'm yours. I want to be able to hold your hand on walks and tell you how much I love you without having it to be a whisper. I want to show the world how much I love you". I don't say anything. I just leaning in and kiss her hard to which she responds in kind.

God do I love this woman.

"I love you Toby. So so much". "And I love you too my world".

Hey guys! Sorry if this was somewhat similar to the last one, someone send me a prompt and i had to do it. In this chapter I talk about insecurities and how there is this idea of being perfect. I just want everyone to know that there really is no such thing as perfect. Like I said above, everyone has flaws, but our family and friends help us push past them and love them as well as the good parts of us. We all have flaws. God I know I have a lot. But if your reading this, I want to remind you, you are loved, you are cherished. Please remember that. You don't have to be 'perfect' just be you. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Bye!

#tobin heath imagines #christen press #uswnt #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #tobin heath x reader #tobin heath #woso imagines #woso #woso soccer

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kanna-ophelia · 4 years

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Forgot to put this on on Tumblr! Day 5 of @drawlight‘s Ineffables Advent Calendar: Fire. And the 4th of my 31 First Kisses. If you’re wondering what happened to 4, it went all scope creep in both research and writing and is now going to be a chapter in my Big Bang fic (tease: 1976 Soho basement gay club), but I will open that day’s window soon. I’m determined to do all 31.

South Downs Cottage, because I am shamelessly doing all the tropes. Series!Good Omens. On AO3

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Home and Other Fires

Aziraphale tried to decide where to put Crowley's cup of tea. It was more difficult than it used to be, seeing that Crowley's head was dangling down towards the floor, his spine bent at what seemed like a terribly uncomfortable angle in order to keep his buttocks tucked in the depths of the couch, his long thighs extending up the back and his knees looped over.

What was even more disconcerting than the inhuman bendiness was how nicely Crowley fit the couch in that position. It led to the speculation that he had purchased the chair--no, it was Crowley, he would have had the couch custom made--to exactly the proportions needed to dangle upside down over it, baking his face and chest next to the fire.

Aziraphale sighed and put the cup near Crowley's dangling hand. The demon opened one eye, hissed "Thanksss," and apparently went back to sleep.

That was one of the unconsidered quirks of living with Crowley. He slept more of the time than seemed reasonable, and in more places than seemed possible. Another was the amount of heat Crowley liked. The fire tended to be stoked so high, on top of the central heating, that Aziraphale had reluctantly discarded all his layers one by one until he wore nothing but his shirt sleeves, not even a nice cotton vest underneath. After a few centuries of being fully clad, he felt naked.

The third was that Crowley himself apparently didn't wear a lot of clothes inside. That was probably, Aziraphale told himself irritably, why he needed the fire stoked so hot. Right now, Crowley's thin chest was bare, and like his face extremely flushed by proximity to the fire, his skin reddened and warm looking and--

Aziraphale himself felt like he was on fire a lot of the time. Maybe this whole South Downs thing was a mistake.

* * *

"You don't like my flat, do you?" Crowley asked one day, without anything prior leading up to it.

Aziraphale looked up from the dried dog food he was feeding the swans--a small child had lectured him on the wrongs of feeding bread to birds, and he had been mortified and seized with centuries of accumulated guilt--and tried to think of an appropriately tactful answer.

"It's a very impressive showcase for you, dear. Properly demonic."

Crowley made a sound between a snort and a hiss. "You always find a reason to meet somewhere else."

"You don't like your flat," Aziraphale said defensively.

Crowley stared out across the lake, the wind ruffling his short auburn hair. "Perhaps," he said contemplatively, "the thrones are a bit much."

"Perhaps, dear."

"After all, who do I have to impress, these days?" Aziraphale had the distinct impression that Crowley was looking sideways at him, although it was difficult to tell with those closed-in glasses.

"You just have to please yourself, now."

"Hmmph. Let's go back to the bookstore, I'm frozen and I need drinkable coffee." At some point, Crowley had installed a ridiculously expensive and complicated espresso machine in Aziraphale's office. He never seemed to buy coffee beans, but it produced heavenly--no, not heavenly, definitely an earthly pleasure--smelling coffee every time.

Crowley hadn't mentioned his flat again for several weeks, until he asked, "Mind if I borrow some of your things?"

Aziraphale, who had thought he was asleep on the couch, looked up from the book he was rebinding. "My things?"

"That light thing over there." Crowley thrust a casual hand out towards a priceless directoire table lamp. "And that little olive-wood figurine of Auxesia from Aegina, great century, the fifth BCE. And some books."

"Books?"

"Yeah. I think they feel, you know, home-like. So long as I don't have to read them." Crowley frowned. "Can you pick out some of your favourites? It will stop people buying them. And if you want to read them you can always come over."

"I--of course I will, dear boy." Aziraphale felt sentimental tears come to his eyes. Crowley was trying to make that dreadful flat comfortable for him. He should stop avoiding it so much.

But Crowley stopped inviting him over at all, although he kept borrowing things. One day, out of the blue, he announced that he had bought a cottage as a holiday home.

"You can come stay for a while, I suppose," he said, with an air of grudgingly giving into pleading. "Get you out of London for a bit, until you stop seeing angels on every corner. 'S'nice," he added, defending himself against accusations never made. "Near the ocean. And it's pink. Thought I could repaint it black, but apparently there's regulations and stuff. Might have to see what I can do about that. Anyway. Can't expect me to live in a pink house by myself, at least until I get used to it."

"It would be a kindness to come stay," Aziraphale said, thoughtfully.

Crowley made a disgusted face, but Aziraphale could tell he was pleased by the tiny quirk at the edge of that mobile face.

The cottage had been a revelation. More of Aziraphale's favourite things had travelled from the clutter of his bookshop to the shelves and mantlepieces than he remembered Crowley asking for. He knew he had perhaps become a little overenthusiastic in lending Crowley books, but the packed shelves everywhere were an unexpected delight, and he knew some of the books were not his own purchases.

There were cosy chairs and tartan rugs and a general, heady feeling that Crowley had been feathering a nest for Aziraphale, for his personal comfort. It wasn't something that could be spoken, but--

--there were twenty nine different teas in the kitchen, carefully arranged by region and levels of oxidisation and fermentation. A beautiful gramophone as well as a modern sound system. "The softer sounds and crackling are soothing sometimes," Crowley said, shrugging. Real velvety dressing gowns and fluffy slippers and merino scarves n the wardrobes.

"How long were you intending me to stay?" Aziraphale asked, feeling oddly shy.

Crowley shrugged. "Don't care. Long as you like, makes no difference to me. No reason not to, now. What's the harm?" Too many sentences, his voice too jerky despite his air of nonchalance, just a hint of a nervous hiss. "Look, there's fireplaces all over this place. I know you love a good fire."

The harm, Aziraphale suspected, in what it was doing to him to share living space with a demon who clearly felt shirts were optional and tended to stand with one hip jutting out, showing the top of an enticing hip bone. Or drape himself across counters, denim-clad behind perched--"It's a food preparation surface, Crowley, please"--on the counter-top, legs spread, leaning back on his elbows. Or doze spread out across any available surface, including the wall. Or lean halfway across the table staring fixedly at Aziraphale while he ate, like the serpent he was. Crowley was always there, and pretty much half naked all the time, and Aziraphale wasn't sure if the tight jeans or the silk pyjama shorts were more aggravating.

Crowley had also developed a new, and odd, habit of curling around Aziraphale at unexpected times, sliding hands around his waist from behind and leaning a bare chest against him, as Aziraphale made tea, leaning on his shoulder as they watched the bizarrely tedious television he seemed to enjoy so much, tangling half-bare legs with Aziraphale's legs as the angel read and Crowley did something dastardly on his phone.

"What brought all this on?" Aziraphale asked once as Crowley put his head on his lap and wound his arms around Aziraphale's arm. Aziraphale was torn between pushing him away, petting his hair or--no. He could be misunderstanding, mislead by the ache in his own body.

"Snake." Crowley said. "Like to wind around warmth. You're warm, angel. And it's not like anyone will stop us, anymore." He hesitated, and his voice was suddenly vulnerable. "Unless you hate it?"

"No, of course, it's fine," Aziraphale said, and let himself card his fingers through Crowley's hair. Crowley tightened his grip and went to sleep, and Aziraphale resigned himself to a couple of hours of fire raging through him and not being able to concentrate on his reading at all.

The worst of it was that there seemed nothing flirtatious in it at all. Crowley never said anything provocative or tried to kiss him, except in Aziraphale's secret mind. He just seemed content to be close, and revelling in all the heat, and the fondness--poor darling thing, he must have been starved of affection for thousands of year-- and completely aware of how unbearable it was all becoming to Aziraphale. That every exposed inch of skin, every casually intimate embrace made Aziraphale desperately want to touch and kiss--oh, yes, kiss and kiss--and everything that followed.

Friends. Open friends, without having to hide from the world or each other how much they enjoyed each other, was good. It was wonderful. It was just that Crowley's delicately protruding clavicles were unexpectedly fascinating, and the way his spine curved behind the waistband of his ridiculously tight jeans, and the way that, despite all his boniness, there was a slight soft rounding of his belly right before the trail of auburn hair down to that same waistband.

Six millennia of being uncomfortably aware that this demon creature was literally infernally pretty hadn't prepared Aziraphale as much as he had hoped for living with an accountably affectionate and half-dressed, infernally pretty demon creature. One that kept touching Aziraphale, and gazing at him like he was the most adorable creation in existence. Or snarling irritably at him in a way that also somehow seemed to suggest Aziraphale was the most adorable creation in existence, followed by making him perfect cups of tea. Or driving him across three counties to a book sale, where he would mope and glower and stab at his phone and stay just as long as Aziraphale wanted, then take him out to dinner somewhere lovely he had apparently just found on his phone.

It was bliss, and it was torture. Reward for saving the world and punishment for betraying Heaven, Aziraphale supposed. Trial by hellfire.

So long as they believed he could survive hellfire, he would be fine. And he could survive this. He would.

He sighed, and set his own cup of tea down on a side table, prepared to settle down and read and not at all stare with unabashed craving at an upside-down dozing demon who--

"Surely it can't be good to let your skin get quite so red, Crowley. Move away from the fire."

"It's not too hot. C'mere and see."

Aziraphale hesitated, then moved to the couch. It really wasn't too bad. Warm. Odd, sitting next to Crowley in this position, though. He arranged himself primly.

"But my dear fellow, you are so flushed."

Aziraphale reached out and down and, unthinking, brushed his hand down hot skin, slightly furred with hair. Incredibly, the skin turned even darker, and Crowley said, "Ngk."

Aziraphale pulled his hand down as if he had been burned. "Sorry. I shouldn't have touched you."

"Don't be sorry. Please don't be." Crowley managed to move to a proper sitting position, by way of swinging his legs over Aziraphale's head and across to his lap, revolving the rest of his body with them. It was a distinctly inhuman movement, and one that ended up with him sitting halfway across Aziraphale's lap. "You can touch me. Any time and in any way, angel. Do you hear that?"

"Yes," Aziraphale managed. It was suddenly very hard to speak.

"Angel. Aziraphale. I want--this is probably a bad idea, but you did--angel, promise that whatever I'm about to do, you won't get upset with me and go tearing back to Soho."

"i can't make an open-ended promise like that to a demon."

"Retired demon." Crowley cupped Aziraphale's chin with one hand and turned Aziraphale's face to look at him. "Retired demon who loves you and is going crazy and when did you stop wearing so many clothes, anyway?"

"Ah, yes," Aziraphale said, his vocal cords working automatically while his mind whirled in dizzying circles around the word loves. "It's hot. All the fires."

"The fires? Oh. Is that any reason to subject an innocent demon to your blessed provocative wrists?"

"Provocative wrists?" Aziraphale squeaked. "You don't have a shirt on!"

"The fire's warm!"

"Yes!"

They glared at each other for a moment, then Aziraphale said, "I promise. I--"

The rest of his sentence was lost in Crowley's mouth.

Some minutes later Aziraphale surfaced, discovering he was pressed back into the couch, his shirt somehow come unbuttoned, although he couldn't remember any of them doing it, and his skin was trapped against Crowley's bare chest.

"Oh, darling," Aziraphale said.

"Angel." Crowley pressed clinging, hungry little kisses all over the corners of his mouth, his chin.

"I'm not going back to Soho."

"Thank you." Crowley kissed him again, pushing his tongue against Aziraphale's, and oh, it was fire, fire licking through Aziraphale, fire licking down his veins and gathering at the pit of his belly.

"I love you too, Crowley. More than I could ever say."

"Angel. Oh, angel, I've loved you so long, so long." Crowley kissed his eyelids, his ears. "Imagined kissing you so many times, never thought it would be here... in our own nest, in front of our own fire. Not having to be afraid. Just you and me, my angel love."

"I never thought we would have this, either. Oh, you wonderful thing."

"I was beginning to think you were impossible to seduce," grumbled Crowley. "Didn't matter what I wore or what I did, you would pat me on the hand and call me your dear boy. Cold as ice."

"Cold? Oh, Crowley, I've been burning."

"But that's the first time you looked at me like that."

Aziraphale pursed his lips, blushing.

"Oh," said Crowley. "That's the first time I've caught you looking at me with lust." Crowley's mouth drew up into a smug smile. "Oh, I love you."

"You do pose very prettily," Aziraphale said defensively. "Oh, stop smirking and kiss me again."

The flickering light from the fire lit up Crowley's hair and eyes in dancing red and orange for one moment, and then they were kissing again, and the only fire Aziraphale could think of was his own.

#31 days of ineffables #fire #ineffable husbands #south downs cottage #Aziraphale/Crowley #goodomens fanfiction #so much fluff

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mya-rt · 6 years

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*I decided to merge all the asks in my inbox and all the replies in this post. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please let me know if i made any mistakes with english!*

ASKS:

@melisa-kirkland said: Wait I totally don’t remember if I had said this to you before but you are the best, the most adorable, lovable, talented and greatest person I’ve ever seen on earth, and I love you so much.

You’re so sweet mel-chan omg !!! I’m tearing up... You’re the best and super adorable too. The Normanray art you drew for me is so beautiful, i will cherrish it forever.

@melisa-kirkland said: The new chapter is leaving me sobbing for the cliffhanger @melisa-kirkland said: The moment I finish this chapter: “Fuck”

I feel you. Mel-chan is me after any tpn chapter. So relatable.

Anonymous said: Can I use your drawing of Emma (for her b-day) in my aesthetic? Thanksss!

It isn’t a drawing for her birthday but for the author of the manga! Since it’s a drawing for posuka demizu so please refrain from using it!! I’m sorry. Thank you for asking first.

@astolfoh said: Yoooo, Rie!! May I just... sob here in your ask box since finally our local boy Norman appeared?? I really missed him so much ;;. What relation do you think Adam has with him? May I join the send Peter Ratri to the shadow realm squad? . There's just been so much happening lately that I can't help but scream, omg. Hope you're doing well! ♡

Of course! ((Anyone is always welcome to sob over tpn hell in my askbox hehe-)) I’m SO GLAD NORMAN IS ALIVE. He was obviously one of my favorite characters and I missed him more than a lot! I think it’s possible that Adam was one of the guinea pigs for the lambda project, and managed to escape somehow. Everyone is invited to send the rat Peter Ratri to the shadow realm (I swear if he dares to lay his filthy hands on norman I will take care of him personally) (also anti daddy kink... smh) I hope you’re doing well too Mei!! I love you~ It’s always my pleasure to get asks from you.

Anonymous said: I really like your lining brush plus, of course, your art!! Can you please share it if it’s okay?? If not that’s cool too!! 💗

Thank you very much buddy!! I’m totally fine with sharing it but please take into account I recently changed laptop and so i just set it like this for the time being from memory. I used this brush for these drawings: 1 2 3 4. That’s not my actual lining brush but something close, and if you were asking for the brush settings of my previous drawings.... i have no idea sorry! By the way I color with the regular pen if you’re wondering.

@tododorkies said: Happy Valentine’s Day! Send this to anyone you’d like to send love to today ❤️ 💕 💗 (P.S. this is Bee)

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day!! I love you Bee (Bee and I are married by Oni laws) (Shoutout to @sleepy-cyclops because Bee’s side blog is cool, go follow for good tpn content!)

FOR THE ASK MEME:

@g-ran said: 001 TPN & 002 Cairn/Phos & 003 Haj

001 I Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Ray ? Norman ? I don’t know anymore...

Least favorite character: RAT jk I love everyone

5 favorite ships: raynorman - normanray / emmanorman - normanemma / gildaemma / natanna / rayanna

Character I find the most attractive: I don’t think attractive is very appropriate but Dominic design wise ? (White hair, dark skin and red eyes... he will grow into a fine man... I can feel it)

Character I would marry: JAMES RATRI (It was. Love at first sight...)

Character I would be best friend with: Emma !! She is so cute and cheerful she would always brighten my mood.

A random thought: “ray is fine this way”

An unpopular opinion: Norman actually hides a frightening dark side behind his cute facade (I always call him my pure son yet he was damn serious about murdering krone...)

My canon OTP: normanemma

My Non-canon OTP: normanray

Most badass character: Bunkerdude

Most Epic Villain: Isabella. Mama is the best.

Pairing I am not a fan of: I’m pretty much ok with anything unless it’s incest etc...

Character I feel the writers screwed up: Conny because she deserved to live!!! My sweet daughter!!!

Favorite friendship: Ray and Emma... friendship goals.

Character i most identify with: Gilda. I feel like we have a lot in common.

Character I wish i could be: none. But I would love to be as brave as Emma, as clever as Norman, and as witty as Ray

002 I Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When i started shipping it: as soon as Cairngorm punched Phos

My thoughts: “YOOUUU AAAARE NOOOOOT DREAMIIIING” “What’s up with this crap!?” (Their relationship is all over the place... I love this.)

What makes me happy about them: How they manage to get along despite everything that happened

What makes me sad about them: Everything. This ship is so sad and hurts me so much... ((I love it?)) ((I’m so maso))

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I don’t read fanfics

Things I look for in fanfics: Pain ? Probably.

Who i’d be comfortable them ending up with if not each other: Phos with Cinnabar (although i find them annoying tbh) (I’d have said antarc if he wasn’t dead...) and Cairngorm... nobody (He only loved Lapis or Ghost and since both are dead...)

My happily ever after for them: I don’t think this will end up well tbh

003 I Give me a character and I will tell you

How i feel about this character: I LOVE YOU HAJIME MY #1

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Tori Himemiya, Eichi Tenshouin and Ritsu Sakuma

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: With the ra*bits members

My unpopular opinion about this character: he can. actually top...

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon: Happy Elements could have given me Hajime in an Alice in Wonderland dress. but. They didn’t. We could have had it all...

Favorite friendship for this character: With Tomoya... aww...

My crossover ship: hajiruby. (Ruby Kurosawa from love live! lol i feel like they could get along well!!)

@tododorkies said: 003 Ray ;^)

003 I Give me a character and I will tell you

How i feel about this character: MY PRECIOUS EMO SON

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Norman COUGHS OUT BLOOD AS IF IT WASNT OBVIOUS ENOUGH and Anna!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: raychristy is the best and heals my soul

My unpopular opinion about this character: His long bangs doesn’t make him cool, it’s ridiculous imo (Yet I love it)

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon: Show him crying (I want to see ray crying so badly... I’m sure he must have cried a lot younger, since he often tend to keep things for himself and must have suffered a lot in the past)

Favorite friendship for this character: Emma!!! They have the best friendship... or Don.

My crossover ship: Ray x sleep is an otp. Give me the good content...

@lightningflash55 said: 001 Kiznaiver / 003 Ryuko Matoi / 003 Your fave tpn demon :3

001 I Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: HONOKA MAKI I love this girl

Least favorite character: Kazunao Yamada...

5 favorite ships: honoruru / hononico / katsuchido / katsunori

Character I find the most attractive: Honoka Maki is my goddess

Character I would marry: Honoka Maki... (Makichan all the way)

Character I would be best friend with: Nico ! She is so cute and seems funny to talk to.

A random thought: Maki doesn’t like whipped cream.

An unpopular opinion: Maki is a lesbian,,,

My canon OTP: honoruru

My Non-canon OTP: hononico

Most badass character: Honoka Maki

Most Epic Villain: Was Sonozaki really a vilain?

Pairing I am not a fan of: honoyuta

Character I feel the writers screwed up: None?? I liked how all the characters were written tbh

Favorite friendship: All the friendships... since this anime is about strong bonds!

Character i most identify with: Chidori Takashiro?? Maybe.

Character I wish i could be: none.

003 I Give me a character and I will tell you

How i feel about this character: RYUKO MATOI IS MY QUEEN

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I only like ryumako

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: ryuko and senketsu

My unpopular opinion about this character: All the ryuko outfits are great. All of them.

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon: I want to see how she is doing after all the events that happened sobs

Favorite friendship for this character: With everyone. Ryuko has so many nice friends

My crossover ship: I can’t think of any...

003 I Give me a character and I will tell you

How i feel about this character: You only appeared three times yet I love you

All the people I ship romantically with this character: None

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Norman as a joke because I thought he held him captive while norman disappeared

My unpopular opinion about this character: His hands are very cool

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon: See him again?

Favorite friendship for this character: With his other demon friends

My crossover ship: with swirly boy??? lol...

#tpn #hnk #enstars #klk #kiznaiver #asks / replies #Rietalks #ASKBOX IS CLEAN #I drew ray in 2s ill probably update with a better drawings soon or later

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aghostpost · 7 years

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can u write a bruce imagine with the "I'm rich" line thanksss

A/N: I’m gonna combine this request with a prompt I made my friends randomly pick for me for a lil’ 2-for-1 special~ They also chose Bruce and “Hit me!”, number 32 from this prompt. Here the reader knows Bruce is Batman and she’s an anti-hero herself. Not to be confused with Verismo; this reader has no special/supernatural ability!

You put one guy in jail, or in my case a body bag, and another shows up. Bad guys popped up in Gotham like patients in a hospital, and to keep up I had to be prepared no matter what. You get rid of one threat to the city and some other jackass thinks of it as a chance to climb the ranks. They all think they’re better than the last guy, smarter, richer, have more power. Some are even smart enough to learn from the mistakes of the competition that got caught, but every criminal has one thing in common: greed. With new criminals came new challenges, so I was here in the gym getting some training done to stay in fighting shape. I liked to think I had the inside scoop on criminals because I was just shy of becoming one myself. Gotham is a sewer hole that swallowed me alive, but I’ve seen the underground life. It wasn’t pretty. But I’ve also seen the GCPD fail the city more times than I can count.

I’m here to do what they can’t. I operate around the law, bending the rules or breaking them altogether. What sense was there shoving bad guys in a cell when somehow they managed to get back on the streets months later to do the same shit? Rehabilitation didn’t happen in the prison system because there is no changing these people. Now I have more blood on my hands than I sometimes care to admit, but that doesn’t make me a criminal. No, I like to think of myself as Gotham’s salvation, the saving grace of this city.

My training was interrupted by a man that would probably consider himself the same, although we were nothing alike. Two polar opposite sides of the tracks, two different ideas for cleaning up Gotham. “What’re you doin’ here?” I huffed, beating a punching bag to a pulp.

He smirked to himself. “Just checking on the place. Newly acquired property of Wayne Enterprises.”

“Believe it or not, I’m surprised. I didn’t think there was a scrap of real estate left in Gotham that didn’t have your name on it.”

“This gym is a prized possession of Gotham. I thought what better way to give back than to fix things up around here, no?”

“You can do whatever you want with your money, Bruce. You’ve got more than enough of it. But,” I said with one final punch at the bag, stepping away with my hands on my hips, “it’s my day off. Did you have to do it today?”

“You aren’t happy to see me?”

I rolled my eyes and went to a nearby bench, wiping my face with a towel and helping myself to my water. “Am I ever?”

He chuckled to himself. “Well like I said, I’m only here to take a look at what changes I want to make. I saw you, thought I’d come say hello.”

“Hello. And now, goodbye.”

“Warm as ever.”

“Last I remember you were sneakin’ around zip-tyin' people to pipes. You want a warm welcome from me?”

“Wouldn’t that be your mistake, letting me get behind you?”

“You think I didn’t know you were there? Only mistake I made was thinking I could kill that bastard before you stopped me.”

“Yes, likely story.” He had that usual arrogant look and that usual condescending tone that made me want to scratch his face off. “Better luck next time then, Y/N.”

I scoffed. “Is there a reason you’re a smug asshole or do you only do that to get on every one of my nerves?

“You only say I’m smug when I’m right and you’re wrong.”

“Right about what? You think I can’t tell when someone is coming up behind me? I ignored you believing I could bring my arm down and stab that asshole faster than you could subdue me. That’s the only thing I’m wrong about, but trust me it won’t happen again.”

He nodded. “Good, good. Learning from your mistakes.”

“Geez, who are you, my grandfather?” I took another drink before turning away from him and climbing in the boxing ring. “I’m ready when you are, Tommy.” Tommy was one of the gym trainers here who I took a liking to. He was smart and good at his job, got a lot of fighters out of this gym and somewhere in Vegas fighting for big bucks. Him, I didn’t mind taking notes from.

“I got this one, Thomas.” I turned to to see Bruce removing his coat, tossing it on the bench beside my water bottle. I look at Tommy who seemed just as confused if not more than me.

“Uhhh, you sure about that, Mr. Wayne?”

He nodded, rolling up the sleeves of his navy blue cashmere sweater. “Yes.”

“C’mon, what are you doing?” I asked, completely unimpressed.

“You say you knew when I got behind you, right?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Are you serious?”

He shrugged. “I just want you to prove it, that’s all.”

“You don’t have a business lunch to go to or something? Meeting with your lawyers, whatever else it is big time corporation owners do?”

He smiled to himself. “It’s my day off, too.”

“Of course it is.” I rolled my eyes. “How do you explain to the audience how you’re such a good fighter, Batty?” I mumbled low enough for only him to hear.

“Easily. I’m rich. People have done many things to get to me and my money; it only makes sense I take a self defense class or two, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Sure, maybe. Don’t think that would explain you dressing up and takin’ on the things that go bump in the night, however…” That said, I walked to the opposite side of the ring. He wanted me to prove it then I would. The sooner I got this outta the way the sooner I could get back to my actual training. The gym fell silent as everyone was now interested in why billionaire Bruce Wayne was inside the ring. I took a second to redo my ponytail, waiting patiently for him to sneak up on me, listening closely and focusing on my surroundings. A shift in the ring, the feeling of another presence in my space; I waited for either to happen but everything remained still. After a moment nothing happened and, assuming he was just annoying me as usual, I rolled my eyes at this waste of time. “You know-”

“-What-” he interrupted from directly behind me.

“-Fuck!” I whipped around at lightning speed with a right hook that he blocked with his forearm.

“Very good. You didn’t catch me behind you but you rebounded quickly-”

“-Shut up!” I swung again and this time he dodged, and before I knew it I unleashed myself unto him. He was quicker than I expected. The most he ever did was knock a gun outta my hand or find some way to block me from taking someone out; I never had a moment of combat with the Caped Crusader myself. It was different than the training I was used to. Tommy had more experience, yes, but I was a fast learner. Bruce? He was lightyears ahead of me.

But there was no way in hell I’d admit that to him.

I was throwing blows at him nonstop but for whatever reason he remained on the defensive, which was doing a pretty good job at further frustrating me. He just made it look so effortless, didn’t even work up a sweat. I hated it.

“Hit me,” I grunted, slapping his hand from my fist that he managed to catch before it connected to his jaw.

“What was that?”

“Hit me!” Quickly I reached and grabbed the throwing knife I kept sheathed at my ankle and swung, slicing the air as he backed away from me.

“Whoa! Y/N, you can’t-”

“-It’s fine, Tommy. Bruce and I are old friends, I wouldn’t hurt a hair on his head.” Bruce’s face revealed nothing but I knew he realized how serious I was. “You can stay on the defensive or you can hit me and knock the blade outta my hand. Your call.”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

I shook my head. “No fun playing with you. No matter; I would hate to ruin such a nice sweater anyway.” I turned my back and stepped outta the ring, all eyes on me as I grabbed my things from the bench and went back into the locker room. Everything went back to normal after I cleared the room. I straddled the bench and did some post workout stretching, trying to think of the other errands I needed to run after I showered at home. The hairs stood on my neck and before I knew it I whipped around and hurled the blade as fast as I could. It went through a locker door and slowly Bruce stepped from behind it.

“So you could sense me…”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” I grinned to myself. Truthfully I didn’t sense him behind me in the ring. This time I saw his reflection for a tiny second in the locker room mirror and just reacted quickly enough where it may have seemed I could feel him behind me.

“That was going to split my face open.”

“Then you should be proud of your reflexes. Besides, I said it was your sweater that I didn’t wanna ruin.”

“Instead you settle for ruining property.”

“Add it to your list of fixes, I’m sure you can cover it. What was it you said back there? You’re rich?” I spun around on the wooden bench to face him. “Why wouldn’t you fight back?”

“It wouldn’t have been fair. I’ve been at this way longer than you, Y/N. And frankly, I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

I scoffed. “Geez, I didn’t know you were actually this full of yourself.”

“Just being honest-”

“-I’ve taken down far worse than you, Bruce,” I reminded him as I stood and made my way to stand face to face with the man. “My opponent underestimating me for being smaller and a woman is ironically my biggest strength. It’d be wise of you to remember that.”

“I never underestimate my opponent and I always expect the unexpected. Luckily, you aren’t my opponent.”

“I’m not?”

“Of course not. We’re on the same team. We fight the same bad guys, just not the same way.”

“That’s putting it mildly.” I was over this little visit and training was a bust. I packed my things into my backpack and closed my locker. “Until our next run in, Batty,” I said waving him off behind me.

“Wait- You don’t want this?” I turned to see him pulling the knife from the locker door and chuckled, continuing my exit.

“You keep it. I got one on the other leg too if you want a matching set.”

#request #bruce wayne x reader

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danglydolan · 7 years

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Your first time ♡ Grayson {smut}

Request: ‘’Can I have a Grayson smut imagine where it’s their first time; he’s being super sweet, he keeps asking if she’s alright and he’s being super gentle and adorable. Gahh I’m in my feels Lmao. Thanksss xx‘’

Response: Thanks for your request! ♡ Ah, I wanted to write this for so long! Whoever gets to lose her virginity to these angels is lucky as hell hahaha. Anyway, I hope you like it :)

Warning: English is not my native language, so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)

Grayson and you had been dating for over eight months now. He was eighteen and you were seventeen. You absolutely loved spending time with him and he always made clear that he loved spending time with you as well.

Most of the time you guys were together. Sometimes you went to the cinema or a chic restaurant, but most days you just stayed in, watched a movie and cuddled. He could never get enough of you. Tonight was one of those nights.

This evening it was Graysons turn to pick a movie, and he decided to watch Troy, one of his favorites. You were watching the movie as he kept playing with your hair and stroking your cheek, while constantly watching you. ‘Eh, I thought you wanted to see this movie,’ you laugh and look beside you.

Grayson has a dreamy smile on his face and his eyes are still focused on your hair. ‘Yeah…’ he says absently, but he doesn’t stop playing with your hair. ‘What is it?’ you ask. Instead of answering he shoves closer to you and puts a kiss on your lips, opening them with his tongue.

You’re surprised, but don’t pull back. You kiss him back, cupping his face with your hands. You thought he would eventually stop, but his kisses were getting deeper and rougher. A soft moan escaped your lips, causing him to grin. Of course you didn’t mind making out, but you didn’t really know where this was coming from. He grabs you by your waist and you change position so that you straddle his lap.

Eventually Grayson pulls back, reluctantly. ‘Wanna take this upstairs?’ he whispers out of breath. Your eyes widen. What was he up to? ‘Sure,’ you chuckle. Grayson lifts you up effortlessly while you put your legs around his waist. While he walks up the stairs he starts placing sweet kisses down your jawline and neck.

He holds you up with a hand under your butt while the other one closes the door of the bedroom. Grayson gently places you down on the floor and goes sit down on the side of the bed. He then pulls you closer while his hands are on your upper back.

You look down at him and he looks up to you so that his head is in his neck. Graysons eyes are filled with anticipation. Your hands are cupping his face again. You smirk at the fact that for the first time he’s shorter than you. Or it seems like it, in this position.

He doesn’t break eye contact while he smoothly slides off his shirt, revealing his toned torso and abs. You blush and finally realise what he was up to; he wanted to have sex with you. God, how were you always so naïve?

He looks up to you, asking for permission. You nod, biting your lip. He slides of your shirt too and the touch of his warm hands make you get a pleasant shiver.

He starts unbuttoning your jeans, but you place his hands on his arms. He stops, looking a bit confused. ‘Gray… It’s not that I don’t want this, but - you know - I’m still a virgin.’ Your words came out a little stammering and you feel your cheeks heating up. You knew he wasn’t a virgin.

And you didn’t really care about that, but you did care about the fact that you had no idea how to have sex or even the way to please a boy. And you sure as hell wanted to please him. But you had never done any of that stuff.

Grayson smiles and kisses your belly button. ‘That’s okay. If I’ll do anything you don’t like, don’t be afraid to tell me. Tonight is all about you.’ ‘Okay,’ you quietly say, smiling.

Step by step he takes off your clothes, leaving you only in your underwear. He couldn’t keep his eyes of you. After every piece of clothing he took off he stroked and kissed the place where your skin was naked now.

He kissed your whole body; your belly, hips, thighs… You liked that he did everything to calm you down and ease your nerves. He wanted to make you feel special, especially tonight.

Grayson takes his jeans off too. You can’t help but notice the bulge in his boxers. He takes it off, revealing his massive erection. Worrying about how that would ever fit into your small body, he helps you taking off your underwear.

You giggle at his shaking hands which are trying to open your bra. Finally he slides it off and he pushes you softly onto the bed, so that you’re lying on your back. Grayson climbs on the bed and hovers above you.

You feel very exposed and place your hands on your boobs, trying to cover them. Never in your life had a boy seen you naked like this. Grayson pushes your hands gently to the side.

‘Don’t cover yourself baby. You are absolutely beautiful…’ He looks down at you with a proud smile. You let out a nervous giggle. ‘I’m not.’ ‘You are,’ he assures you. He kisses the top of your breasts, which turns you on.

You pull him closer and soon you’re having a heated make out session. You were complete putty in his hands. While his hard member is stroking your core, you felt yourself getting wetter with the minute. Grayson could feel it, too. He bites your lower lip and you nervously spread your legs so he could position himself between them.

After putting on a condom Grayson hovers above you again, leaning on his elbows. ‘Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait, if you want. I would wait another ten years for you. I don’t want to just fuck, I want to make love to you.’

Your heart flutters at his words and you stroke his cheek. Oh, how you loved this boy. He smiled, but you could see that he was concerned. It was so obvious Grayson really cared about you. He never forced you into anything.

‘I’m ready, Gray. You’re the only one that I want to lose my virginity to. I want this.’ And after those words he places one last kiss on your mouth. He uses one hand to slowly guide the tip between your slicked folds.

At first you don’t think you can handle it and with closed eyes you gasp at the burning pain. He waits, letting you adjust to his size. He slightly strokes your cheek with his fingers.

Then he slid in more, going still very slowly until he was fully in. You feel yourself tighten up around him while he filled you all up. God, he was huge. You knew that the first time would hurt, but you didn’t know that it would hurt this bad. Grayson studies your face worriedly, his forehead frowned. He knew he was hurting you.

‘You okay? Do you want me to stop?’ Grayson asks caringly. You inhale deeply. ‘No no, it’s okay. Just be gentle…’ ‘I will, don’t worry,’ he says with a sweet voice. After some time the pain luckily starts fading away and you look at him. ‘I’m ready.’

Grayson nodded and he began thrusting into you, never taking his eyes from your face. He needed you to feel comfortable. But you felt more than comfortable; you felt amazing. The pain had slowly turned into glorious pleasure. He starts sucking your neck, trailing down to your collar bones.

You enjoyed every minute. It felt like your bodies were melting together, like your body belonged to his. You stroke a hand through Graysons fluffy hair while he kisses your lips again.

‘Faster,’ you whisper into his mouth. Right after those words had left your mouth he starts picking up the speed, pumping faster. He still was very careful with every move he made, making sure he didn’t hurt you. He was worried you were too fragile for his size.

‘Grayson…’ you cried out his name. He had to know that he could let himself go, that he could enjoy it too. Everything felt so good; Graysons large hands touching your body, his hips pressed to yours, his husky breath in your neck.

You start clawing his muscular back with your fingernails, causing him to groan. ‘Good girl,’ he panted. You felt a heavenly sensation rushing through your stomach as Grayson grinded his hips harder to yours, pounding against your g-spot. You breathed heavily.

‘Oh, I’m close,’ you cry out. The sight of your closed eyes and bouncing breasts made Grayson slowly reaching his high, too. ‘Me too, baby. Look into my eyes when you cum,’ he demanded and you did as he said. Dirty talk made him ten times sexier.

After a minute you couldn’t hold on any longer. Loud moans escaped your mouth while arching your back. Every muscle in your body tensed as you reached your climax at the same time as Grayson reached his. He let out a long, deep moan, his body shuddering. His face was concentrated as he brought his pumps slowly to a stop to ride the orgasms as long as possible.

You couldn’t believe that someone could made you feel this good. Grayson pulled out and collapsed heavily breathing next to you. He stroked your belly as he pushed himself up with one elbow.

‘You alright?’ he asks. ‘I’m perfect. That was amazing,’ you say, turning on your side to kiss him passionately. ‘I’m glad. I love you so much,’ he murmured with a soft voice. Your lips curl into a big smile. ‘I love you, too.’

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