#finnegan x you

[veritable-trash]

You Know The Rules

look at that stupid slutty mustache... god please answer my prayers just this once

Pairing: Finnegan(Everybody Wants Some!!) x Fem!Reader

Summary: God you hate him.

Word Count: 2K

Rating: M - mainly for drugs babayyyyy, weed, that good, otherwise it's pretty clean in these sheets(this time around)

A/N: haha. no one asked for this. but listen! all my glen powell sloots we need to remember the original. sweet daddy finnegan. mustached, shaggy haired, 80s baseball player i mean i couldn't have written a sluttier man if i tried. this movie isn't the greatest, but the music is dope, the outfits are cute, and it serves as a public service announcement that men need to start wearing crop tops IMMEDIATELY. this is a petition for men to start dressing like sluts again so i can finally be at peace. anyways this is completely and utterly self serving but the glen powell top gun resurgence just kept reminding me that this is peak glen to me. give me mustaches or give me death!

sorry that i haven't written... or literally done anything of value in an eon. my brain has given up and also i moved and am currently unemployed and am about to go travel for three months and want to write but have zero inspiration and tumblr makes me sad because everyone is so good at writing and i am a troll under a bridge. this is me trying to release the need to produce things of "value" because does that even mean anymore? i hope someone finds this a little fun because honestly i kinda did :) hugs and kisses <;33333

tell me what you think! i'm literally begging! on my hands and knees! the desperation is palpable yeesh

masterlist yay yay!!!

~~~~~

College.

What a fucking heinous place. Filled with suffocating expectations, the constant need to pretend you’re someone you’re not because of everyone else’s supposed opinions of you. 

It made you want to vomit. 

And yet here you were, cowering in the corner of the kitchen at this stupid, lame, awful college party. A baseball party no less. Those absolute heathens. Probably the worst category of men on this campus by about 20 miles and you were definitely counting. 

The joint you haphazardly rolled in the absolutely disgusting bathroom crackles between your lips as you try to tune out every single person here and catch the steady baseline of the song playing hoping that that will somehow lull you into a state of calm.

This new weed sucked shit. All stems, all seeds, and got you high for about 30 seconds. You were going to kill Willoughby when you saw him. Honestly the only baseball player in this house you liked and even he was about to get moved right onto the shit list with the rest of the men of this house. 

Your friends had badgered you endlessly all week to ask Willoughby for the invite, not that you really need to even ask him. Girls? More than one? The baseball boys were already salivating like it was their last meal on death row.

The standards in this place were in the fucking basement. 

Some would call you a pessimist. Angry, bitchy, snippy, negative, the whole gambit and they might be right. But college was a fucking weird ass place that made your skin crawl and your anxiety spike and all you wanted to do was smoke your green, pass your classes, and watch your cartoons in peace, please and thank you. 

And then his voice cut through your slow building haze like a serrated knife on a chalkboard. Made of sandpaper.

“Sweetheart! I thought Willoughby mentioned you’d be here, and why am I not surprised you’re toking it up alone in our kitchen, my favorite little stoner weirdo.”

Finnegan.

The absolute ultimate fuck. 

Mustached, wide shoulders, shaggy blonde, crisp baby blues, he was everything your vagina yearned for until he opened his stupid mouth. And of course that was just as pretty as the rest of him too. 

You’d met him for the first time freshman year. Fresh faced and thinking the world was truly your oyster, he’d popped into your life in intro to philosophy and swept you away with his silky, fancy words and the fact that he looked like that. 

He’d invited you to the first baseball party you’d ever gone to and made you a special promise that he would be your knight in shining armor for the night. That he’d be waiting for your arrival, was counting down the minutes till you showed up at his door and he could dance the night away with you.

That was until you saw him sucking face with Tracy. Who was also in your intro to philosophy class. 

Obviously, you’d hated him to his core ever since. 

But for some reason he’d stuck around. Always kept tabs on you, always had a class with you, always found you at any party, bar, disco, literally fucking anywhere and it made you want to tear your hair out. 

He was your pretty boy kryptonite and you needed him to leave you the fuck alone.

“Oh Finny. Finny, Finnegan, fuckhead. You know I thought I’d somehow be able to avoid you tonight but it seems like my stalker persists no matter the obstacles.”

Smoke trickles from between your clenched teeth and he has the audacity to stare at your lips and grin.

Fucking grin!!!

“You wound me princess. Ain’t even gonna share that little pinner of yours, I mean the absolute cruelty of it all.”

The grins still blazing on his lips but in Finn fashion he has to play up his part. 

Clutching at his pearls, leaning against the kitchen counter like you’d just stabbed him straight through. Your eyes roll so far back in your head they almost launch themselves out of your skull. 

“No Finn, I’m not gonna share with the likes of you. Go find Will and get him to roll you one, he’s the one I got the weed from anyways. Or maybe go find some other poor unsuspecting girl to do the deed for you, but you ain’t getting shit from me. You know the rules sweet Finny: ass, cash, or grass and god only knows I ain’t taking any of those three from you.” 

You regret those last few words the second they enter the air between you.

Because Finnegan’s eyes drop straight to your mouth again and now he’s crowding you into the corner of the counter. 

“Oh sweetheart if you just let me show you what this ass can do I think you would be singing quite a different tune. You think I’m all bravado and show but you and I both know the two of us could be quite a duo. I just know you’re absolutely unreal beneath that veneer of hatred you slap on.”

He’s still staring at your lips, the joint hanging limply between them as you try and control your breath and not cough up a lung. 

Two can play this fucking game.

You take a thick drag, the tip burning bright orange and crackling like cinders and his eyes only deepen in shade. The smoke curls out and up into your nose and he stares at you his jaw dropping a little slack as you play him like the fucking fiddle he is. 

“Finn.” Your index finger trails up his arm as you ash the joint in the sink, and you can feel the muscles of his bicep twitch with the contact. “If you think I’m gonna let you touch me you’ve lost your god damn mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go find some peace and quiet. Away from you.”

Your voice is sticky sweet and he barely registers that you’re telling him off for the millionth time tonight until you’re traipsing out of the kitchen at lightning speed before you do something else you’ll regret. 

He got too fucking close this time around. You let him get too fucking close. 

Your feet stomp quick up the stairs to the only safe place you’d ever been able to find in this house. 

The roof. That blissful open space, like the crispest breath of fresh air it tasted almost minty. Your hands dig into your pockets looking for your weed, your lighter, and your rolling papers-

Fuck.

Of course you’d forgotten papers, predicable as always and fucking annoying as hell and you’re about to turn back down the stairs when your eyes land on something sitting on the windowsill. 

Finn’s wood pipe. 

You loved to hate it but it was his calling card. Stupid and quirky and so perfectly him that the sight of it made you heart twist just a little. 

Not that you would ever fucking admit that. 

Well beggars can’t be chooser as they say. 

It’s deceptively crisp out on the roof as you shuffle around other groups till you get to your super secret corner on the far side of the house. No one ever seems to want to venture this far and you could smoke in peace and tranquility as the rest of the party raged somewhere far, far away. 

The bowls packed, green just catching a smolder and you have to admit the stupid Sherlock Holmes pipe is kinda fun. Maybe you’d leave a fresh bowl packed for sweet Finn as a secret thank you gift. 

Maybe this weed was stronger than you thought. 

“Alrighty first you don’t share your joint, then you verbally assault me in my own house, and now you’re smoking out of my pipe? You really are trying to start a fight with me this evening now aren’t ya?”

Your eyes are red rimmed and your brain has that pleasant haze coating every synapse and you can’t find it in you anymore to really fight Finn right now. The stars look too damn good and the tree has hit too damn deep to let your hackles rise.

“You know maybe I’ve been giving you a bit of a hard time, but you damn well deserve it.” You smile around the pipe as you take another drag, but this time you pass it to Finn as he sits down just a little closer than usual. 

His fingers snag against yours as you pass it and you both flinch a bit at the contact, sparkles zipping up your arms.

He stays quiet this time around, pulling puffs as you both watch people flit around the grass below you, the party continuing into this seemingly never ending night. 

Friday’s, they really were something.

Your knees knock, fingers catching again as he passes the pipe back to you. Another pull fills your lungs and you lean back, back, back until your back presses down on the cool paneling of the roof and you let the smoke drift up and away among those pretty little stars. 

“Finn you can just be so fucking annoying sometimes, I just wanna shut you up for like five seconds so we can all take a fucking breather.”

He laughs at that. Real and deep, curling around the base of your spine as he turns to stare down at you and the feeling spreads all the way to your fingertips. All the way to your toes.

“I’m well aware, but it’s sorta a part of my charm. I’m just waiting for it to final start charming you.”

Your eyes click to his, haze lifting for a split moment, and his eyes twinkle almost brighter than the stars. 

“That’s such a fucking line and you know that shit doesn’t work on me. Fool me once and all of that jazz.” But you can’t stop staring at him and now his eyes color puzzled, a little hazy as he tries to decipher your words. “Oh come on, freshman year? You invited me to the party with all your fancy little words that you love to spin for me to only find you eating Tracy’s lips straight off her face? Honestly she still talks about that night to this day so I guess in a weird way kudos to you but man that did sting a bit.”

You chuckle around another pull and you go to pass it back but he’s clearly no longer interested in that. He seems very intent on memorizing every detail of your face under the stars and you can’t help but wiggle a little under his hyper focused gaze. 

“I-I didn’t know that you were there that night. McReynolds told me you’d left with some dude and Tracy was more than willing to fill in that blank.”

Oh fuck.

You’re both just staring at each other as moment after moment click like puzzles pieces. Every snippy comment, every lingering glance, every class, every time you just happened to run into each other all no longer strange coincidences and some secret hatred. Every little moment stitching itself together till it left just you and Finn. 

And there’s that fucking grin again.

But it’s softer this time, a little less sleazy and a little more lovely and now you’re sure his eyes are brighter than any star. 

Your own lips tick up with a soft, nervous smile.

His fingers card between yours and he brings your knuckles up to his lips, stupid mustache tickling your skin in ways that make you shiver. 

“I feel like nows the time to return to my earlier question since you finally shared some of that green with me, so what do I owe ya? Ass, cash, or more grass?”

You snort into the air between you and his grin splits into a megawatt smile and you finally let yourself tumble head first into kissing stupid, idiot, fuckhead Finnegan.

“Ass, 100%.”

~~~~~

tell me what you think if anyone is actually reading this because i'm bored and this site is lonely and i just want some weirdo friends who also think mustaches are peak sexiness. alright i need to go to sleep the psychosis is taking over :P

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hello friend! can i get pinterest nsfw prompts by lilithmemes "youre so cute i could just eat you out" with finnegan please? ❤️

side note: this prompt definitely reminds me of when finn says he majors in cunnilingus and he sometimes feels like hes just buried in work 💀

pairing: Walt "Finn" Finnegan x Female!Reader warnings: suggestive language, Finn is a cocky mf and needs to be put in his place, smutty. Note: based kinda on a thread between me and @sebsxphia Master prompts list!

"You've been avoiding me."

The voice made you roll your eyes as you felt his arm go around your shoulders. You didn't even need to look to see who it was, but you did anyway and were met with the ridiculous porn stache on his upper lip. His blonde hair was styled to perfection, knowing Finnegan, he probably went and got a Farrah Faucet blow-out earlier this morning.

"I know I have," You said back and pushed his arm off of you.

You and Finn had a love hate relationship, stronger on the hate side of things. You couldn't stand the cocky third baseman. Maybe it was the larger than life Texas attitude or the cocksure smile and wink that he gave every girl that walked through the door to the baseball house. But for some reason, the sight of Walt Finnegan made your skin crawl.

"Oh don't be like that," Finn said, giving you a faux pout, "You wound me, babygirl."

You rolled your eyes again, "What do you want?"

"What makes you think I want something from you? I was just standing over there with my lovely friends Jake and Dale," Finn pointed to the two baseball players on the other side of the kitchen, who waved at you, "and could see that you are carrying this tension in your shoulders, which is not good. It can lead to back problems, and ugh, I'd hate to see a pretty girl like you have a hunchback."

"FINN!" You yelled and slapped his arm.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm just trying to help you. You know, I'm majoring in cunnilingus, and I am very dedicated to my work. Many studies show that there is a direct link between orgasms and tension relief,"

You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest as you listened to Finn rattle off some statistic (which was partially made up). You and Finn had hooked up regularly, and you'd never admit it out loud, but it was some of the best sex you'd had in your life. Finn knew what he was doing, which added to the hate that you had for him.

"You done?" You said, interrupting him, having zoned out halfway through his speech on how he studies the Art of the Female Orgasm.

Finn smiled, giving you that megawatt beautiful smile, "You're so cute, I could just eat you out." A shiver went through your body and heat pooled between your legs. You looked around the kitchen, seeing his teammates busy with their own conversations. You grabbed the red solo cup that was in front of you and downed it. Finn smirked, knowing how this works and grabbed a bottle of vodka, taking a swig for himself.

"Come on," You grab his hand and pull him towards the DTF room.

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[crazyk-imagine]

Kick Ass not Kiss my Ass!

Pairing: Walt Finnegan x Fem!reader

Characters: Kenny Roper, Walt Finnegan, Dale Douglas, Jake Bradford, Fem!reader, Glen McReynolds, Jay Niles, Alex Brumley, Tyrone Plummer, Billy Autrey, Willoughby

Warnings: SMUT (DNI 18+), pussy eating, blowjob, cowgirl position, reader giving off dom vibes, Finn giving off sub vibes, straight up smutty things, Reader deals with bitches (doesn’t go into too much detail), Finnegan has a crush but doesn’t realize it, Terrifying trio (Roper, Glen, and Finnegan), Reader showing off her bartending skills (even though she’s not a bartender), Roper and Finnegan are little shits, Reader might be a bit of a moody bitch, all she needed was a little bit of (Finnegan) love, Finnegan jokes about their kid and Roper murdering him if he ever found out, Roper and reader call each other names (but it’s all good), everyone knew they we’re gonna get together

Word Count: 4,872 

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You grab the last box with a mental reminder to kick your cousins’ ass next time you see the overly cocky boy (because he is no man). 

You slam the trunk closed and start heading towards the house... until he comes back. 

“How many times have I told you to watch out, dumbass! Before I kick your ass!” You kick his front bumper, glaring at him. 

“You mean today,” her cousin smiles at her. 

“Shut up, Roper.” 

“Someone write that down,” he says over his shoulder. 

“That’s number four, so far,” Finnegan (the annoying one from the phone) adds. She clenches her jaw. 

“Just watch yourself, alright?” 

“You got it.” 

You roll your eyes and head inside. 

“You sure you can carry that all by yourself!” Roper shouts, leaning against the car, letting Jake and Dale out while Plum gets out from behind Finnegan’s seat. 

“I’ve been caring your career on my back ever since we were five! I’d say I’m doing just fine now!” 

“That’s cold! And not true!” 

“Suck a dick, Roper!” 

-

“Hey,” Glen greets you with a smile. 

“Glen.” You pass him, entering the kitchen. 

“Oh, don’t give me that attitude now. I thought that was only reserved for Roper.” 

“It’s reserved for all assholes.” 

“What did I do to earn that pleasant title?” 

“Nothing. I’m just bored, don’t you know?” 

“Are people talking again?” He asks, his tone becoming serious. 

“No,” you shake your head, “and even if people have been, I wouldn’t be telling you.” 

“Telling who what?” Finnegan enters the kitchen, standing on the other side of the counter. 

“Nothing.” You narrow your eyes at Glen. 

“I think that crazy bitch is talking about her again.” 

“Oh, Jesus- shut up. Nothing’s going on.” 

“We’ll happily send one of the freshmen in-” 

“Finnegan-” 

“Come on, you know we’d do anything to keep you around.” He adds with a serious smile (one you’ve never seen directed at any of his ladies of the night). 

“You’re just hoping to get laid.” 

The blond says nothing for a few seconds. “Ah- not necessarily-” 

“I’ve brought food and beer. I’m out.” 

“Woah! Hey, where you going?” Roper asks, rushing down the stairs. 

“I have a few things I need to take care of.” 

“Like?” asks your cousin with Glen and Finnegan by his side. 

“I’m leaving now.” 

Roper sighs, “will we see you later?” 

You shake your head, “no.” You turn around, one of the freshman stops in front of you. 

He doesn’t know where to move. 

You place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around before shoving him into the three. 

“You sure you can’t come?” Roper asks again. 

“No.” You slam the car door shut and back out. 

-

“She’s so coming,” Finnegan says over his shoulder for the others to hear. 

“You’re just hoping to bang my cousin.” 

“That’s your cousin?” Jake asks. 

“Oh, yeah,” Finnegan confirms. “She’s also off limits.” 

Glen nudges Roper, who shakes his head and walks away not wanting to hear about how much Finnegan wants to bang his cousin. 

“I didn’t ask,” Jake defends himself. 

“And now you don’t have to.” 

-

“Hello,” you answer with little attitude. 

“How’s it going?” 

“Finnegan?” 

“Who else would consider themselves lucky to be in your presence?” 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” 

“No one because I’m special and I happen to know when I am talking to a beautiful and smart lady such as yourself.” 

You chuckle through your nose, “you got the special part right. But, wow, you’re really laying the charm on thick today, aren’t you?” 

“For you, I always go above and beyond.” 

-

“Who’s he talking to?” asks Jake.

“Who do you think?” Dale replies. 

“And he says he’s not into her.” 

Dale nods with a smirk, “you’ve been here less than a day and already know more about his pathetic love life than Finn himself.” 

Jake chuckles. “You know what I’m thinking?” 

“I sure as hell hope so.” 

They start making sex noises. 

Finnegan whirls his head around, mustache twitching; his jaw clenched. He aggressively waves for them to leave. 

They don’t. 

He tilts his head, securing the phone there while he picks up the base and closes the door. 

The two can see a smile on his face right before the door slams shut in front of them. 

Jake and Dale look back at one another and shake their heads. 

-

“You still breathin’?” 

You bring the phone back up to your ear, letting out a puff of air. “I don’t know if I am.” 

“You’re sounding pretty good from my end.” 

“Must you always suck up to me.” 

“Yes, you should know this by now.” 

“Who was it?” 

“A freshman and Dale.” 

“Ah.” 

“What?” 

“Dale always manages to get a freshman to do some type of shenanigan with him. This isn’t any different.” 

“You’re so mean.” 

“That’s what I’m known for.” 

“Don’t be like that.” 

“Like what?” 

“Doing this sad bit. It’s not a good look on you.” 

“Well, gee, thanks.” 

“Hey, hey. I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it. None of us like seeing you sad. I don’t like seeing you sad.” 

You gulp, glancing over at the clock. “I gotta go, Finnegan.” 

“No, look hey-” 

“I’ll see you guys in a few, okay?” 

“You sure? You’re not just lying to me to stop our conversation, are you?” 

“No, dumbass. I’ll be there before some dick hungry chick can steal you away.” 

“I don’t doubt that.” 

“Later, Finn.” 

“Bye.” He hangs up, setting the phone base on the floor as he sinks down onto his bed. The smile never leaving his face, “she called me Finn.” 

“Are you done with the phone?” Billy asks, knocking on his door. 

“Take it and go, Beuter.” 

“My name is Billy!”

- 

“Okay, how long till the girls start coming around?” You ask, leaning against the wall. 

“You’re late,” Roper says. 

“I’m still here and I already knew what coach was gonna tell you boys so why do I need a repeat?” 

“Alright, you two,” Glen pats Roper’s shoulder. “That’s enough. We have ten minutes before the girls are fashionably late.” 

“Wow, you move fast.” 

“Not when it counts though,” he winks at you. 

You groan in disgust, “I’m leaving you two to fend for yourselves. No wingwoman for you two.” 

They let out a string of complaints as you walk away. 

-

You enter the kitchen, seeing Finnegan chatting with a few of the girls who showed up on time. You start making yourself a drink. 

“You mind making me a cousin special?” 

You smile, seeing Dale holding his cup out for you. “Only you can handle it, Dale.” 

“We both know that’s not true but, I can’t stop drinking it.” 

You two chuckle. 

Finnegan glances over at the two of you and frowns. 

The girls start asking questions, distracting him for a few seconds but not enough to get his mind off of you. 

-

“Oh, she’s making the famous cousin drink.” Glen nods in your direction. 

“The what?” asks Jake. 

“You’ve got to try this man.” Roper hooks his arm around Jake’s neck, bringing him to the kitchen with a few other team members following. “Three more.” 

“That’ll cost you,” you tell him. 

“Oh, come on.” 

“Do freshman get a free drink if it’s their first time trying it?” 

You turn to Jake and smile before curling your index finger and thumb, whistling loudly. “Alright, party people. It’s time to gather the freshies so they can try the-” 

“COUSIN!” 

“It seems you’re all familiar with my concoction. Now, where are my freshman at?” 

All the freshman and one of the two newbies stand before you. “You think you boys can handle this?” 

“Hell yeah,” Plum says. 

“Okay.” You finish making the drinks. “And... enjoy.” 

Plum runs out of the kitchen and into the front yard, throwing up. 

“That’s one.” 

“I prefer screwdrivers.” 

“Yeah, well, you’re getting out of your comfort zone right now, Niles.” 

“Raw dog.” 

“Drink this and shut up.” 

Jay drinks it and seems like he’s doing okay. 

“Dare I say we have- nope, nevermind.” 

Jay’s out in the front yard with Plum. 

“Jake, you good man?” Roper glances over at you, you shrug. 

Jake chucks his cup onto the floor. 

“Yeah!” The whole house cheers him on. 

No one has been able to drink your infamous drink and not thrown up the first time except for Glen. 

Blumley takes a sip and is out in the front yard with the other two. 

“That went better than I expected,” Dale comments. 

You nod. “Alright, you boys have fun.” 

“Why does it sound like you’re leaving?” 

“I’m not, I just need some air.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yep. Have fun, Dale.” You pass Finnegan and his rodies, he follows completely ignoring them. 

-

You stand in the open doorway of the front door. 

“You okay?” 

“Shouldn’t you be talking with your rodies?” 

“I’m not a musician.” 

“Same thing.” 

“Did something happen today? You’ve been a little off.” 

“I’ll be alright. So... no luck with the clearly easy ladies of the evening?” 

He chuckles, staring at his shoes. “Not when I know a pretty girl like you is out here, near the barfers.” 

“My hero.” 

“I try, I try... I wasn’t lying when I said you look pretty tonight.” 

“You say that to everyone.” 

“Only those who deserve it.” 

“So, everyone?” 

“I think you need to get your eyes and ears checked; I only say that to you.” 

“Okay, okay.” 

“Come on, I want to show you something.” 

“Like what?” 

He holds his hand out for you to take, a smile stretching across his lips. 

“You better not be trying to persuade me into your bed.” 

“I would never.” 

“Liar.” You grab his hand, letting him lead you up the stairs and through the window that leads to the roof. “Finally, I get to see roofball in action.” 

“Roofball?” 

“It sounds better than hitting shit off the roof.” 

“But it doesn’t sound as fun.” 

“And yet, it captured your attention.” 

“Damn, you got me.” He grabs a golf club, handing it to you. “My lady?” 

“How charming. What’s the goal?” 

“Try and beat me.” 

“The stakes?” 

“You win, I do the team’s laundry for a week. I win, I want a repeat of that night.” 

Your shoulders sag thinking about the night when you and he were tipsy and almost slept together during his, Glen, Roper, and Dale’s first year here. “Finnegan-” 

“Now, now. I promise you’ll enjoy the night either way.” 

You sigh, “fine.” 

-

“Looks like-” 

“It’s a tie,” you cut him off. 

“What? No, I clearly won.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Oh, don’t be like that.” 

“I’m not being like anything.” 

“No, no. Sure, you’re all good.” 

“You are such a jerk,” you laugh, staring at him with a wide smile. 

“We both know you don’t think that.” 

“Well, then what do I think?” 

He takes a step closer, standing in front of you; he leans in, switching from one eye to the other. “I think you really want me to give you the Finnegasm special.” 

You suck in your lips to keep yourself from laughing. 

He can see it, that’s partly why he said it. “You can laugh. It’s okay.” 

You burst out laughing, lowering your head on his shoulder with your hand covering your mouth. “Thank... you,” you say between breathes. After a while, you finally calmed down. 

“I didn’t realize it was that funny.” 

“You’re always funny, Finn.” 

You lift your head and lose your breath. 

Neither of you say anything. 

“I’m just- I'm gonna go inside now,” you point towards the window. 

“Oh no, you are not,” he shakes his head. 

“And why not?” You challenge him. 

“I won fair and square which means you are to abide by the stakes we made prior to starting a game of roofball.” 

“I don’t believe I agreed to those terms.” 

“Oh, you did,” he takes a step forward, you step back, “when you took your first swing, you knew what you were in for.” 

You shake your head, “I don’t think that’s right.” 

“Yeah, you did.” 

“I’m afraid I don’t believe you.” 

The corner of his mouth twitches, “is that right?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, unable to look away from him. 

“If I kiss you, are you gonna run out of the house?” 

“No, no. I’m gonna run into the house with you hot on my tail.” 

“Oh.” 

“You willing to take that risk?” 

“Oh, baby, I am willing to do a lot more than that.” 

“Really? If that’s the case, why am I pushed against the wall of this house and not in front of the window.” 

“I don’t know where the other guys are at, and I don’t want to get my ass kicked for being the one to spend the night with you.” 

“So, everyone likes me?” 

“Almost everyone, I’m the only one who likes your attitude.” 

“Interesting.” 

“Exactly, now.” He steps back, holding his arm out towards the window, “after you, my lady.” 

“Charming. Have fun checking out my ass.” 

“Oh, I will.” 

-

You push him against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck when Billy and his friends pass by. 

“They’re gone.” 

“Hurry up and open the door.” 

“So bossy.” 

You shove him inside, locking the door behind you. “Why can you never shut your mouth?” You ask, watching as he makes himself comfortable on the bed. “If you think I’m doing all the work here you’re wrong.” 

He only offers a smirk and a pat on the bed as an answer. 

You roll your eyes, kicking off your heels. 

“You wore heels on the roof? How did you not fall off?” 

“Who’s to say I haven’t had to run across a roof in heels before?” 

“Have you?” 

“I think the answers obvious.” You sit down beside him, sitting up with your back against the bed frame. 

“Why are you way up there?” He whines. 

You roll your eyes, “shut up.” 

He scoots closer to you, resting his head on your chest listening to the way your heartbeat speeds up and smiles. 

“Are you happy now?” You start scratching his head. 

“Maybe.” 

“You’re annoying.” 

“No,” Finnigan shakes his head. “You’re annoying.” 

You let out a fake gasp and shove him off you. “How dare you.” 

“How dare I? I’m the one on the floor.” 

“Where you belong.” 

“That’s mean.” 

“Would it be mean if I said, I wonder what you looked like on your knees... in front of me?” 

His head drops on the bed, the groan coming from him gives you an answer. 

You lay back on the pillows and laugh. 

Your eyes snap open when your body is yanked down towards the edge. Your hands wrap around his arms that keep him hovering over you. 

“You said something about me on my knees? You dare to make that dream come true?” 

“I don’t have to dare if I know you’ll do it.” 

He shakes his head. “For someone with so much attitude, you’re awfully confident.” 

“That’s because I know you’ll do anything to please me.” You know. You know.  

“And here I thought I was being subtle.” 

“Subtlety has never been your thing.” 

He grins, leaning down kissing along the side of your neck, making sure there’s going to be a hickies for everyone to see. “It could be our thing.” 

“You can barely keep your “average” sized dick in your pants enough as it is.” 

His head pops up from your collarbone, “so you’ve heard the stories? Impressed?” 

You push him away to pull off your jeans. “If you can use it right, I’ll be impressed.” 

“Oh, honey. Everyone’s gonna know what we did in here.” He slowly removes your lace underwear. 

You let out an unimpressed hum. 

“Prepare to be eaten.” 

You furrow your brows, “isn’t the phrase, prepare to eat your wor-” Your hands wind up clutching his hair, being careful not to tug on it (too hard). Few noises escape you, making Finnegan determined to make you louder than the music bouncing off the walls. 

He keeps one hand on your thigh as his other hand snakes down to your warm slit. He eases one finger in but, it’s not enough. 

You whine, thrusting your hips up. 

He pulls of your buzzing bundle with a pop, watching as you can’t keep your mouth shut while his thumb circles around your clit and his fingers stretch you, preparing you for him. 

He leans over you, smiling at you, “does that feel good, beautiful?” 

You nod, babbling out, “yes! Yes! Feels so good!” 

“Open your eyes.” 

You furrow your brows, unsure if you can do that as you clench around his fingers. 

“Open them.” 

You don’t. 

He sighs, easing up on his pace. 

Your eyes snap open, “no.” 

“Keep those pretty eyes open for me and you won’t be disappointed.” 

“I could,” you take a deep breath. “I could find- any other,” you moan. “Other guy here who- who would help me out.” 

He leans down, whispering, “you could but no one can give you the Finnegasm special.” After he says that, he speeds up the pace. 

You arch your back, hips thrusting into and against his hand. Your mouth falls open, high pitched moans escape you; one hand clenched in the sheets of his bed and your other hand fists his stupid short sleeve button up. 

His mustache tickles your upper lip as he kisses you, swallowing your noises as he tries to quiet you down (not wanting anyone to come in and ruin your guys’ fun). He helps you through your high, your legs shake unable to stay in the position you’re in. 

He carefully detaches himself from you, giving you moment to breath. He starts to toe off his shoes, checking on you only to see your covered chest heaving and your gaze still on the ceiling. 

He chuckles, “you doing alright?” 

“Oh,” you push yourself up, leaning on your elbows. “I’m just peachy.” 

He chuckles, “careful there. I might get too cocky.” 

Your gaze travels down to the front of his pants, “if what you say is true. I think we’ll be fine.” 

“Hey, hey.” 

You push yourself off the bed with a smile, “remember, you said you liked my attitude.” 

“When it was directed at other people and not at me.” 

You unbutton his shirt, not looking up at him. “That sounds more like a you problem.” 

“Now you’re just being mean.” 

“I’m only extra mean to those I like.” You stare at him through your lashes, shoving his shirt off his shoulders. 

He chucks his shoulder off to the side, “so, you’re saying I’m extra special.” 

You pull him closer by his belt loops, “I don’t go on a roof in heels for just anyone.” 

He smiles and cups your cheek, leaning to kiss you. 

You try not to giggle but fail, he pulls back. 

“Why are you laughing?” 

You shake your head, not saying anything. 

“No, seriously. What is it? Is this weird?” 

“Definitely not weird, it’s just- your upper lip hair is a little ticklish?” 

He nods, “guess I’m gonna have to get used to you laughing.” 

“What?” 

He takes a step forward, forcing you to take a step back. 

The back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. 

He’s quick to remove your shirt. 

“You’re gonna give me whiplash, I swear.” 

“Then I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, beautiful.” 

You roll your eyes and crawl into the center of the bed. 

He makes his way over you, kissing every inch of you he could. He trails along your breastbone, sucking on the skin (leaving more of his marks behind). 

Your hands slide along the back of his shoulders until you cup the sides of his neck pulling his up to look into his dazed eyes. “Take your pants off.” 

“So bossy.” 

You don’t laugh along with him, and he pecks your lips. 

“I like it.” He removes the last piece of clothing and pulls a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand. 

“Prepared, were we?” 

He shrugs, “you never know.” 

“Oh, but you do.” 

“You wanna explain to our kid why their Big cousin Roper murdered their dad, go ahead.” 

“This would be a lot better if you didn’t talk about my cousin.” 

“It would, wouldn’t it?” 

You scoff, pulling him closer to distract him with your irresistible lips before shoving him onto the bed. 

He settles onto the pillows, placing his hands behind his head. “I could get used to this.” 

“Don’t,” you say, slowly sinking down onto his aching cock. 

He pulls you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist; the other tangling in your hair. 

You slowly move your hips against his, working on finding a good rhythm. 

Once you find it, there’s a knock on the door. 

“You better- better have locked the- the door.” 

His hot breath hits your skin, a faux chuckle is his reply. 

You rock your hips against his faster making him let out a quiet moan. 

“I did- I did. I’m not letting any- anyone in here, beautiful.” 

-

Dale and Glen have no idea Finnegan and you are together in his room. 

They shrug; one goes upstairs and the other aims the coat closet. 

-

“See, they’re gone. Now,” the hand tangled in your hair slides down your body, until it finds your bundle. 

A choaked breath escapes you, your hips stutter but Finnegan doesn’t stop he pushes you and helps you move. You rest your head against his shoulder, breath fanning against his hot skin. You inch closer to the side of his neck, taking your time, teasing and marking him. 

His hips start snapping up into you, you thrust against him, both of you chasing after your highs. 

You can feel yourself close to letting go, wrapping your arms around his neck, hauling him closer. 

He starts decorating your soft breasts in his mark, small trails of saliva slowly drying near your nipples. 

Your moans continue to get louder, more so as he kisses along the front of your neck, nipping at your chin. You cup his cheek and stare his closed eyes and dazed expression. “Finnegan.” 

He doesn’t respond, not wanting to moan or blow his load before you could properly enjoy yourself. 

“Finn. Finn,” you gasp. 

He groans as you clench around him. 

“Finn,” you groan, resting your forehead against his. “Look at me.” 

His eyes snap open, all he sees is you. His heartbeat speeds up (shockingly more so than it already is) and he realizes what Beauter is talking about. He gulps at sound of your breathless call of his name slipping off your lips. 

“Finnegan.” 

“I’m here, beautiful. I’m right here.” He continues to put your pleasure before his own. “I know your close to teetering over the edge.” 

A beautifully pathetic, high pitched moan slips through your parted lips before you could stop it. 

He smiles, “let go. Let go for me.” 

And you do, not quietly (to him, those outside the room still don’t know what’s going on). 

Once you catch your breath you realize he still hasn’t finished and carefully pull him out of you. You slowly crawl off the bed, kneeling. 

“What are you-” 

“Shut up and come here.” 

“I don’t think I can move.” 

“If you want me to blow you, you’ll come over here.” 

He makes his way over to you. “You know you don’t have to-” 

“Shut up. You’ll enjoy this,” you remove the condom and slowly stroke him. “Promise.” You wink and kitten lick his leaking head. 

His fights the urge to close his eyes, not wanting to miss a thing you’re doing. 

You continue to stroke his hard cock while you lick him from his base all the way back up to his tip, repeating that action a few more times before you slowly begin to take him in your mouth. 

You place your free hand against his thigh, feeling how tense he is. You slowly bob your head, stroking the rest of what you can’t reach. 

He cups the bottom of your chin, watching you through half lidded eyes. 

You look up at him, taking note of how close he is to finishing. The hand on his thigh slides off. 

He wants to ask what happened but with the way your warm hand cupping him. It takes him a moment to catch his breath, in this moment he wishes he hadn’t looked down to see your tearful eyes and stuffed mouth. 

He throws his head back and floods your mouth. 

Once he’s finished, you slowly pull off him, a string of saliva being the only thing to keep you two attached until it breaks and lands on neck and chin. 

He huffs, “wow.” 

“Wow?” You rest your hands on his thighs, bringing yourself closer to him. “Have I made the Finnegan speechless?” 

He smiles, pecking you on the lips once before hauling you up so the two of you can catch your breath. “I feel like the Astros are gonna make it to the World Series.” He watches you, brushing the hair out of your eyes. 

You tilt your head up, “you say they every year.” 

“I’m serious.” 

“You said the same thing last time.” 

“Don’t be mean,” he pouts. 

“It’s all part of my charm.” 

He offers a sarcastic chuckle in return.  

-

You cover your eyes, the sun seeping through his window keeps you awake. You sigh and try to climb out of bed only to find yourself trapped with nowhere to go. 

His arm slips off you when he turns, rolling over onto his side. 

You grab whatever you could find off the floor to cover yourself (and prevent the other players from the second house to catch a peek). You turn around, seeing the mess you two made thankfully just both of your clothes. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Your head snaps over towards Finnegan. “You’re up early.” 

You sit at the edge of the bed. 

“I don’t want to be, but I lost my personal heater.” 

You smack his chest. “You know you love it.” 

“I wouldn’t say that.” 

“Don’t be mean to me or I might try to kiss you.” 

You ignore him, reaching for his shirt and your pants. “I’m leaving.” 

“Don’t leave.”

“I have to or else I’m kicking someone’s ass.” You turn around, buttoning one more button before opening the door. 

A gasp mixed with a chuckle escapes you; you reach behind you to push him away. “Finn! Stop!” You giggle. 

His places his hands on your thighs, holding you still. “I’m sorry, I thought you said kiss your ass. I was happy to oblige.” 

“Get off me, you dork.” 

“I’m afraid not.” 

“And, why’s that?” 

“This is too good of a view to give up.” 

You scoff and shove him away. 

-

Dale, Glen, and Jake turn their heads at the sound of the door hinges creaking. 

No one says anything. “If any of you say anything-” 

“You’ll what?” Glen asks. 

“I’ll kick your ass.” You spin around, poking Finnegan in the chest, whispering, “I swear, if you try to do what you just did, I will hurt you.” 

He offers a cheeky smile in return. 

“What are you three doing up? It burn peeing, already?” 

Glen gives you a dry laugh. “Funny, should we assume the same?” 

“Harsh, Glen. Harsh... where’s Roper?” 

“Right here.” 

Your eyes snap to the top of the stairs. “Hey, Rope.” 

“Hey, slut,” he says with a smile. 

“We all know you’re the biggest slut here.” 

“And proud of it.” 

“So, you’re not gonna kick my ass?” Finnegan asks, standing behind you. 

Neither of you realized it but he interlocked your fingers with his. 

“It’d be easier to hear you two together than giving each other sex eyes.” 

“Whatever.” 

“Now that, that’s taken care of. If you’ll just excuse us.” 

Your pulled back and the door is shut. 

-

“I didn’t realize I signed up for a horn dog.” 

“It was part of the package deal.” 

“Really?” You ask with a raised brow. 

“Yep.” 

“For some reason, I don’t believe it.” 

He shrugs. 

“Were you seriously standing behind me in your underwear?” 

“I can’t find my pants.” 

“Did you even look?” 

“N- hey! This isn’t about me, alright?” 

“What’s it about then?” 

“Your hot and I’m horny. If you think about it, the math adds up.” 

You purse your lips, marching towards the door, shaking your head, “nope.” 

You shove Finnegan into Dale’s arms. “He’s your problem.” 

Dale shakes his head, pushing his fellow teammate off him. “Not when he’s like this.” 

“Rub one out!” You shout, looking through the fridge. 

“Rub it for me!” 

-

“Why am I still here?” Roper walks out of the house, sitting on the front porch, chuckling at the sight of the guys sleeping on the grass. 

“Hey,” he shouts your name. “They’re still out here,” he chuckles. 

“No way,” you run to the porch. 

You slap your hands together, throwing your head back as you let out a hearty laugh. “Oh, this is amazing.” 

“Not as amazing as-” 

“Go back into your room, horn dog.” 

Everyone but Finnegan laughs.  

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In honor of How To Lose a Guy In Ten Days and Matthew McConaughey: “Great Answer.” “Good Question.” With Hangman

make my motor run

pairing- finnegan (everybody wants some!!) x afab reader

synopsis- everyone thinks finn is so sweet. you're not convinced.

warnings- 18+ minors and glen powell - you are not welcome here. protected piv, oral (f receiving), slight dumbification/degradation, praise kink. reader has ethically not great motives around sleeping with finn but do we honestly think finn cares? no

length- 2.1k

an- not hangman, but it's still glen so...close enough? this is the crossover literally not one person asked for - how to lose a guy in 10 days (if you squint a little) & everybody wants some

idk y'all, i don't have it in me to be ashamed anymore. this is just smut with some bants. idk if anyone even wants to read this but the glen powell brain rot is real so it had to be done so it'd stop rattling around in my mind. blame glen and his stupidly handsome face and the fact that he steals every scene he's in

title from my sharona - the knack

tagging some finn peeps - @sebsxphia / @iguana-braces / @justalonelyslytherin

It’s Saturday night. Against your better judgment, you’re at the rickety baseball houses, silently debating if you’ll have time to get a tetanus shot before your study group tomorrow morning.

Finn twirls his pipe between his fingers, leaning against the porch railing in a ridiculous paisley button-up. “Aside from how to take my breath away, what do you study here, ladies?”

“Does that ever actually work on real, human women?” You ask, ignoring the elbow to your ribs that Sophia digs into your side, presumably to get you to shut up.

The blond tilts his head, processing. He eventually grins. “Take no prisoners kinda gal, aren’t ya? I like that.” 

You hold back a grunt when Sophia elbows you again, answering the question before you can snark him any further. “We’re both journalism majors.” 

Going to take a sip of your drink, something you’ll surely need to swallow whatever faux-enlightened comment he has about that little piece of information; you furrow your brows when you realize it’s empty.

“I’ll grab you another drink, try not to miss me too much.” Finn winks, the bastard. What a ham. 

Your eye roll is barely contained when Sophia gives you a knowing look. 

“Oh, come on, he’s sweet,” she insists. 

“You’ve seen him with other girls, right? Everything out of his mouth is a line, Soph. It’s all bullshit. He’s pandering to us, so he seems better, different than his asshole teammates. It’s insulting.”

“Then why haven’t you told him to fuck off?”

“I think he’d be a good subject for my article.”

Her eyes widen. “About benevolent misogyny?”

“That’s the one.”

“How far are you gonna take this? Sleep with him to prove a point about how far a chauvinistic male will go for sex?”

You shrug. You hadn’t really thought it through, honestly. It’s not like it’d be a chore, he is pretty hot when he keeps his mouth shut.

She takes your silence as confirmation. “That’s kind of fucked up.” 

“Can’t be worse than changing your entire personality every other night just to get laid.” 

+ 

You find yourself sitting on the roof with Finn, having already shown up his mediocre golf swing. You’d never admit it to Soph, but your article is the furthest thing from your mind right now.

“True or false: all fundamental beliefs are reasonable.” You’re so taken aback by his pop quiz you almost don’t notice him sitting down behind you, pulling you into the space between his legs.

Smooth. You roll your eyes, but don’t move away. “False.” 

You can hear the smile in his voice. “I see someone’s already taken Philosophy 101 with Roberts.” 

“Yes, but that’s irrelevant. That’s an insane statement regardless.” 

When you turn to catch a glimpse of him you see him opening his mouth, ostensibly to argue, but you shake your head. “My turn. True or false: all’s fair in love and war.” 

“True.”

You can’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips. “Great answer.” 

Finn positively beams. “Good question!” His hands drift up from your hips, working their way under your flimsy tank before he brings his lips to your ear, murmuring, “True or false: you’re gonna let me take you inside so I can take you apart.” 

Your breath hitches. “True.” 

He turns your head to him, mouth pressing against yours, mustache tickling you, soft and sweet for just a moment, before he slides his tongue into your mouth filthily. “Let’s go then, honey.”

Your tiny denim shorts and little tank get lost on the floor of his bedroom almost immediately, skin ablaze as he pushes you back onto his bed, on soft forest green sheets that smell like him – warm and spicy and earthy. He stays standing as he makes quick work of his own clothes, raking his eyes across your naked form.

You try not to shy away from his gaze, meeting his eyes defiantly as you feel slick pooling between your thighs. You’re barely keeping yourself from rubbing them together, words laced with an edge you don’t feel. “Thought you were working on a degree in cunnilingus. Put that mouth to good use, Finn.”

There’s a sparkle in those green eyes that you catch just before he braces himself above you, arms bracketing your head. His words are muffled against your skin as he kisses his way down your body. “Overheard that, did you? Knew you were paying special attention to me.”

You roll your eyes, mouth open to respond, but he drags his lips across your collarbone before his mouth closes around a nipple, effectively driving any wit from you.

He pushes your legs open wide, settling himself between them. His chest presses into the mattress as his arms wrap around your thighs where he’s busy putting them over his shoulders. When his mustache brushes against your thigh's sensitive skin, it sends shivers racketing through you and you feel his smirk only centimeters away from where you want it. 

He licks his lips as your resolve crumbles with every passing second.

“C’mon, Finn, please,” you whine, threading your hands through his shaggy hair, trying in vain to pull him closer to your cunt.

“Impatient,” he tsks. You lean up to fix him with a glare, but it only makes him chuckle. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll take care of you.”

He finally, finally licks a stripe up your slit, and despite it being exactly what you asked for, you tug on hard on the blond hair between your fingers in surprise. He groans long and low, vibrations rolling through your body from your center where his lips are busy fixing themselves to your clit. 

His buries his face in you, moaning against your cunt as his tongue laps at you like a starved man. “Could spend hours drowning in this pussy, tastes so fucking good.”

The sound that leaves you in answer to that is pathetic – high and whiny – hips bucking. His big hands are gripping you so tight you’re sure there’ll be bruises high on your legs tomorrow. He stiffens his tongue to fuck it in and out of you, nose bumping your clit and making you shake, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Any sense of shame, any idea that you should keep yourself quiet in this house full of strangers has left you – your existence narrowed down to your hands in his hair, his lips on your cunt, the moans tearing their way from your throat, unbidden.

Your legs dig into his back, urging him in, hurtling towards the point of no return so fast all you can think of is needing more. He moves his lips back to your clit, hand loosening his death grip enough to slide a finger into the wet mess you’ve become at the same time he curls his lips and sucks.

“Don’t stop, please, Finn I -” You’re begging now, grinding against his face as much as you can in the vice-like grip he still has on you. He doubles his efforts, tongue working over your clit harder, finger inside you curling as you burn with the intensity of it, electricity bursting beneath your skin as the tension finally bursts, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

Your legs feel like jelly. You let go of his blond locks belatedly, resigning yourself to your new existence as a puddle, a melted version of your former self. 

He looks up from between your legs and grins. 

You grab for his arms where they’re still flexed around your thighs, bringing him up face to face with you. He smiles, dropping sweet kisses to your parted lips and warm cheeks. Whining, you wrap your legs around his waist, wordlessly trying to pull him to you, get him inside of you, greedy for him.

“Don’t tell me a smart girl like you doesn’t know how to use her words,” Finn goads, laughter curling in his words, and you’re torn between wanting to smack him and beg like your life depends on it. You’re so distracted you barely notice him shifting his weight to his knees so he can reach for a condom, tear it open with his teeth, and roll it on.

You try to glare but he braces himself over you again, rubbing his cock between your folds, catching your oversensitive clit and a truly embarrassing whimper comes out, eyes blurring with a mix of pain and pleasure instead. “Finnegan.” 

“Yeah, baby?”

Taking a deep breath, you try to get your last functioning brain cell to cooperate. “Get inside me right now or so help me –”

You can still feel the amusement on his lips as he ducks his head down to slot your mouths together to cut you off, swallowing your moan as he pushes into you, slow and steady. 

When you flex your legs around his waist impatiently, he chuckles before setting a relentless pace, grinding his cock into you hard with each push. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it sets your skin on fire, it rackets the headboard against the wall – if his teammates didn’t know what was happening before, they certainly have a good idea now.

Your head lolls to the side as he hits that spot inside you on every thrust, nerves overloaded as you grip the nape of his neck, just trying to hold on.

“Fuck,” he groans, looking down at the glazed expression taking over your features. “Not gonna last long.” 

The thought that he’s already so close from having his mouth on you has your eyes crossing, cunt clenching around his thick length. His face crumples, mouth parting like you’ve just knocked the wind out of him. “Trying to kill me, honey?”

He lifts one of your legs to his shoulders, leaning down towards you and bending you in half – pushing limits to flexibility you didn’t even know you had.

“Wanna feel you come on my cock, you can do that for me, can’t you?” Finn asks, panting against your cheek, deft fingers moving down to circle your clit.

The sparks shooting through you as he presses into your center border on pain but you’re nodding, head bobbing up and down of its own accord, nails scratching red along his shoulders as you get closer and closer.

“Good girl,” he grunts and you keen, his words hurtling you towards the edge again. “So good for me…look at you, smart ass, brilliant girl fucked dumb on my cock.”

He’s pulling almost all the way out of you on every thrust now, slamming back in, and your back arches against him, a string of unintelligible noises leaving you that you’re just barely aware of, mewling filling the air in the room as your release snaps through you, ears ringing.

When you come to, still shaking and clenching around him, he’s running his mouth still, a litany of praise and groans of fuck honey, perfect for me, spilling from his bitten, red lips. His hips tear forward without rhythm as he pumps into you one last time, filling the condom before dropping your leg and collapsing next to you, strings holding him up suddenly cut.

Finn rolls to the side, and you stare at the cracks in the ceiling, wondering if you’ll ever be able to move again. You think he’s talking, but you can’t even begin to register what he’s saying. 

“Did I fuck all the brains out of the mouthy girl I brought up here?” Finn asks, amused when you don’t respond.

“Just surprised you wanted audience participation for your post-sex speech,” you snark, trying not to belay how difficult it is to form words currently.

“Well, I think Joanna Russ would disparage of me if I were indifferent to your thoughts and opinions immediately after getting off.”

 You raise an eyebrow. “You know who Joanna Russ is?”

 “The Female Man is a cornerstone of feminist literature. I read it be—”

 You can’t help but interrupt, brain quickly coming back online. “Because you thought it was going to be about the ideal woman through a man’s eyes.”

 He even has the gall to look offended. “Of course not, everyone knows Russ is a feminist writer.”

“Then you read it so more women would sleep with you after hearing that you’d read it.” He presses his lips together to hold back a smile and you snort. “I knew it.”

“Honey, don’t get mad at me just because it works.”

“Incorrigible.” 

You lay your head on his chest, trying not to purr like a kitten as his hands tangle in your hair.

“I enjoy Jack Kerouac too if you really want to round out your article. Paint a full picture.”

Your eyes widen, trying desperately to keep in the surprised squeak when you look up to meet jade eyes and see them filled with mischief.

“Just a thought,” he murmurs, hands resuming their movements on your scalp, lulling you toward sleep.

full disclosure i haven't actually read the female man but i'm pretty sure it was published in the 70s which seemed fitting for ews being set in the 80s. thanks for reading!

#walt finnegan #finnegan x reader #walt finn finnegan #walt finnegan x reader #glen powell #everybody wants some #glen powell character x reader #glen powell x you #glen powell x reader #finnegan fanfic #everybody wants some x reader #finn my love #finn x reader #walt finnegan fanfic #how to lose a guy in 10 days #glen powell fanfiction #glen powell fanfic #glen powell smut #walt finnegan smut #finnegan smut

[inmyglenpowellera]

I am heavily in my Glen Powell Era and I need to write. Send me some requests guys. I write anything. Fluff, angst, smut.

Especially send in requests for Charlie and Finn because they are underappreciated and need more love!

#glen powell #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman fic #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman imagine #top gun maverick #charlie young #set it up #everybody wants some #walt finn finnegan

[sugarcoated-lame]

i need jake to hold me when i can’t sleep :( like when you feel physically ill from exhaustion and he won’t sleep until he hears you sleeping. so big, so warm, so comforting. oh god i LOVE HIM 😭 (same goes for finn)

((also i love you so so so much 💗💞💓🥺))

Ugh Seb I need the same !!! 🥺 Jake would hold you close and wrap you up in his strong arms, one wrapped around your middle while his other hand plays with your hair and gently massages your scalp, his warm chest pressed to your back as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He’ll talk about his day, the silly prank Fanboy played on Payback at work, a new show he thinks the two of you should watch, everything and nothing until he finally feels your breathing even out, your body fully relaxed in his hold and letting him know that you’ve drifted off to sleep 🥹 and I know Finn would do just the same, talking your ear off in a soothing, quiet tone about some random, obscure topic that you know nothing about because he knows it’ll put you right to sleep 🥹🥹 ugh I need them both so bad !!!

I love you too, so so so so much my dear! 🥹🫶🏼Sending you the biggest hug and forehead kiss, and wishing you a good night’s sleep!! 🥺 Mwah ily! 😘🥰💕❤️💕❤️💕

#Seb <3 #<333 #jake seresin #hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin #hangman #top gun maverick #walt finnegan #walt finn finnegan #everybody wants some #glen powell #asks <3 #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x y/n #kricket answers

[sebsxphia]

Okay, but what if the Glen Cinematic Universe boys say their safe word to their s/o? How do they feel about it do you think? What would they appreciate afterwards?

oh wonderfully soft question my dear anon 🥹 i hope you enjoy the below! 💌

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

Due to you and Jake engaging in a sub/dom dynamic, he knows he can confidently use his safe word. You’ve both discussed it at length and you trust each other a whole deal. Afterwards, all Jake wants is skin on skin contact. Weather that’s you on his chest, or he on your chest suckling at your nipples, he appreciates the comfort of skin on skin.

Walt ‘Finn’ Finnegan.

Finn is very similar to Jake, he’s entirely confident in his own sexuality and using his safe word. Afterwards, Finn becomes the polar opposite to the talkative and fiery personality that you know. He’s quiet and worn out, therefore he appreciates you taking control and looking after him. He loves to listen to you read, play with his hair and have a long soak in the bath with you.

Charlie Young.

Oh sweet boy Charlie 🥹 He’s shy to use it and he feels a little guilty after, but you’re there to console and reassure him that he did the right thing. He doesn’t always know what he needs after. He’s still new to this dynamic and sometimes you need to coax it out of him with what he wants. You list off a number of things and nine times out of ten, it ends with cuddles on the sofa, pizza resting on your belly and feeding it to him.

Mark Reynolds.

There’s definitely a stigma with safe words and that kind of sex, but you encourage Mark to use it. The first time he uses it, he feels hesitant and he’s asking you, “is this ok? Is this right?” And of course you reassure him that he did the right thing, similar to Charlie. Mark appreciates a strong drink after to soothe his nerves and cuddling you tight for the rest of the night.

#💌you’ve got mail #jake hangman seresin #walt finn finnegan #charlie young #mark reynolds #sebs masterlist #jake hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x y/n #jake hangman x you #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #hangman x y/n #hangman x you #charlie young x reader #charlie young x you #charlie young x y/n #glen powell #glen powell x reader

[slaymybreathaway]

WASTELAND, BABY! 📼

Masterlist

Chapter List

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This story is named after the album Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier.

In the world of this fic, Hozier was a wizard who's music was released in the 1990s (bc I said so, lol)

Every other song/musical artist that I mention in this fic will be true to the timeline of the Harry Potter series.

You can find this playlist on my Spotify: ☆Mixtape☆ by NaoiseWasHere

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☆Neville's Mixtape☆

SIDE A

▪︎ Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

▪︎ The Whole of The Moon - The Waterboys

▪︎ Dreams - The Cranberries

▪︎ Hello It's Me - Tod Rundgren

▪︎I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses

SIDE B

︎▪︎ Would That I - Hozier

▪︎ Ticket To Ride - The Beatles

▪︎ Dancing In The Moonlight - Thin Lizzy

▪︎ She's Always A Woman - Billy Joel

▪︎ Heroes - David Bowie

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#neville longbottom fic #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom fluff #neville x reader #neville longbottom x you #neville longbottom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #wizarding schools #wizarding world #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts #seamus finnigan #seamus finnegan x dean thomas #seamus x dean #deamus #harry potter and the goblet of fire #goblet of fire #triwizard tournament #mixtape #hozier #wasteland baby #irish music #irish girl #ireland #irish writer

[bradshawssugarbaby]

dear reader, the greatest of luxuries is your secrets

misc. characters

aaron hotchner (criminal minds) -> i can see you

harrison knott (press play) -> take me home tonight ✿ -> it's a marshmallow world

willard hewitt (footloose) -> hard to forget

walt "finn" finnegan (everybody wants some!!) -> my best friend's girl

clark kent (dceu/arrowverse/smallville) -> picture perfect (smallville!clark kent) -> let's marvin gaye and get it on (dceu!clark kent) ✿

capt. syverson (sand castle) -> all dressed up ✿

minors dni. | anything ✿ contains smut/sexual themes.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #harrison knott #harrison knott x reader #harrison knott x you #willard hewitt #willard hewitt x reader #willard hewitt x you #walt “finn” finnegan #walt finnegan #walt finn finnegan #walt finnegan x reader #walt finnegan x you #walt finn finnegan x reader #walt finn finnegan x you #walt “finn” finnegan x you #walt “finn” finnegan x reader #clark kent x reader #clark kent x you #capt. syverson x reader #capt. syverson x you

[redfurrycat]

Top Gun: Peacock 🤠+🐓= 🦚 [Part 4]

Due to an inexplicable malfunction of the new F-302 fighter-interceptor, Mitchell Nicholas Seresin-Bradshaw, callsign Peacock, travels back to a time when the suicide mission has already occurred, but his parents aren’t together yet.

[There’s some heavy mutual pining going on though.]

🕰️⬅️⬅️🚀⬅️⬅️🦚

Most Daggers –including Rooster and Hangman– are away on a joint exercise with the US Air Force, except for Phoenix and Coyote who remain on base to teach new recruits. That’s why they’re the first ones to be called by the COMPACFLT himself.

He informs them that earlier this day an unknown aircraft has crash-landed on the aircraft carrier under Admiral Rick Hollywood Neven’s command.

The extraordinary likeness to Lt. Jake Hangman Seresin and the fact that the plane is engraved under the name of Lt. Mitchell Seresin-Bradshaw “Peacock” are enough for Admiral Neven to make a direct call to The Iceman and let him deal with that bullshit. [With the promise to tell him everything afterwards, ‘cause they’re all a bunch of gossipers.]

Mitchell then greets the younger version of his g.o.b.s.m.a.c.k.e.d godparents with an enthusiastic ‘Howdy Auntie Nat! Howdy Uncle Jav!’ and proceeds to kiss his auntie’s cheek and to do the very choreographically-complex handshake with his uncle – who does it automatically as it’s the same he does with Jake every day.

 *

[A few days later. Phoenix, Coyote, and Peacock are at the Hard Deck.]

Mitchell has already charmed Penny with a kiss on the back of her hand and is now happily dancing with the other patrons.

Meanwhile Natasha and Javy are supposed to be playing pool, but they can’t help but watch their godson…

Coyote: Can you believe our best friends are responsible for the most adorable and sweetest godson ever? The best parts of Jake with the best Bradshaw attributes. Dude’s a killer.

Phoenix: I’m frankly relieved Mitchell has not inherited our best friends’ dumbassery. After all, minus one dumbass asshole times minus one asshole dumbass equals one positive smart and nice guy. Maths is beautiful that way…

Coyote, snorting and high fiving her: Nice one, Nat. It also means they get their shit together sometimes in the future. I hope it’s soon. ‘Cause I can’t take anymore of their ‘Bradshaw, as I live and breathe’ & ‘Hangman you look *insert suggestive pause* good’ bullshit routine.

Phoenix, groaning:  Right?! I run out of place to mark a cross each time Bradley gives him a once-over and Jake bites his lips with an hungry look. I’m getting so distracted I didn’t see the COMPACFLT entering the class the other day and almost didn’t stand to attention. How embarrassing!

Peacock calls his godparents and asks them to come over and sing the Great Balls of Fire song with him.

Coyote: Think we can interrogate our godson about this 'Finn' guy? Seems to be a recurrent character in his current/future life...

Phoenix: First one to make him spill the beans pays the other's tab?

Coyote: Deal.

*

[Blame the Everybody wants some! movie that I haven’t seen yet, but Mitchell’s Enemy-turned-Crush is based on Tyler Hoechlin’s Glen’s looks – THEIR FREAKING MUSTACHES DRIVE ME CRAZY!]

Here is Finnegan Noah Stilinski-Hale to become a famous baseball player in the future! I still have to think about how they met (or more likely will meet) …

[part 1] - [part 2] - [part 3] - [part 4] - [part 5] - [part 6] - [part 7]

#Mitchell Nicholas Seresin-Bradshaw au #hangster are daaaaads! #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #hangman x rooster #hangster's lovechild #Phoenix and Coyote are the sensible godparents! #natasha phoenix trace #javy coyote machado #Peacock has FANTASTIC dancing & singing moves #F-302 fighter-interceptor is a Stargate reference! <3 #Maybe I will add the Stargate dimension in the MNSB au as well...would make the time-travel thingy easy to explain...=D #Finnegan Noah Stilinski-Hale is ANOTHER oc of mine with a Sterek reference this time! <3 #You bet your ass he has another brother...ELI STILINSKI-HALE! =D #sterek #stilinski hale family #The MNSB au has become even more complex! *facepalming* #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[brxvxsoul]

⤷ continued from: this @proverbialsaints ⤷ character: austin finnegan, 27 years old, heterosexual, bartender

Since they had last seen each other at the bar, Austin could hardly keep Lucy out of his head. Somehow, the conversations and laughter they shared were still replaying in his mind, and while they continued to text quite regularly, the bartender was rather eager to get to see her again.

❛ You know, if you're not comfortable with coming over to mine then we can totally meet up for lunch or something — whatever makes you comfortable ❜ he hummed, unable to fight the smile tugging on the corner of his lips whenever she spoke. ❛ Also you don't owe me anything, okay? But I'm looking forwards to seeing you again... ❜

#interactions: austin finnegan #interactions: austin finnegan x lucille carruthers #proverbialsaints #hope you don't mind the new post !

[veritable-trash]

i don't know where to put these lol

*: smut, 18+, minors do not enter i will fight you!

Finnegan(Everybody Wants Some!!)

You Know The Rules

God you hate him.

#finnegan x you #walt finn finnegan #walt finnegan #finnegan #finnegan x reader #everybody wants some fanfiction #everybody wants some!! #everybody wants some #glen powell fanfiction #glen powell

[serpentandlily]

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny IV

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny IV - Eris x Archeron!Reader

Summary: You find yourself ensnared by a sly, cunning fox. A very handsome, irritating one.

Warnings: a lil bit of angst, a lil bit of fluff, a lil bit of suggestion

➻❥ Part I ➻❥ Part II ➻❥ Part III

· · ─────── ·♡· ─────── · ·

To say he was panicking would be an understatement. 

No, Eris had felt panicked when he had opened the door to his chambers and realized his mate was not there. But that panic turned to full-fledged terror when he had finally tracked down the two handmaidens he'd assigned her this morning and they both said they had no idea where his mate was. 

He stalked through the Forest Home---trying to appear calm and nonchalant despite what he felt. He didn't want anyone to catch wind of something being amiss. Not before he was able to find his mate and safely get her back to his chambers. Lucky for him, he'd been forced to wear a mask his whole life and this was no different. 

A bark from behind caused him to whirl around. Ashera came running from around the corner, ears flapping and tail wagging. That had to be a good sign. She yipped again when she caught up to him and gripped the edge of his cuff in her sharp teeth.

"Did you find her, Ash?" Eris asked, quietly. 

He was answered with a pull of her teeth. His shoulders loosened with relief and he let Ashera guide him to wherever it was that she had found his mate. He had given Ashera the order to find her the minute he realized she was missing and had gone the opposite way of her to cover more ground. 

A few moments later, he found himself in front of the doors to the library. Ashera let go of him and started to paw at the doors with a whine. He could hear two voices from behind the doors. His mate's and....

He grabbed both handles and yanked open the double doors, stalking inside. 

"And do you want to know what I said—" His brother, Finnegan, abruptly cut off his sentence when the sound of the doors slamming shut behind Eris and Ashera caught his attention. He looked up, smirking when he caught sight of his frazzled brother. 

Seated in front of his brother, a chessboard on the table between them, was his mate. She turned in her chair, eyes wide as she looked over with surprise until she recognized who was there. A soft smile bloomed on her beautiful face, her doe eyes lighting up. 

No one had ever looked at him like that when he entered rooms. Not even his own mother. No, he was usually met with either fear or disdain. But not from his mate... She should've been staring at him with disgust or contempt, especially after how he had treated her yesterday and especially after their argument this morning when he forbade her from leaving his room. Instead, she seemed happy to see him. 

Was she putting on a front for his brother?

"Eris!" she exclaimed, rising from her seat. "You're back. Oh, you won't believe the day I've had! Finn found me wandering around and—"

"Come here," Eris ordered, cutting her off. He held out his hand towards her. His brother's smirk grew as Eris glowered at him. His mate’s eyebrows rose in question but she thankfully listened to him, walking to his side and grasping his hand in her much smaller, much softer one. 

Ashera let out an excited yip and brushed up against her legs, causing his mate to smile down at her. Honestly, he should've known she was his mate the minute his hounds hadn't torn into her when she first appeared in Autumn that day. Should've known the second Ashera had pranced forward and tried to comfort her, for Gods' sake. His dogs were prime hunters, yet around her, they were reduced to nothing more than fluffy house pets it seemed. 

He remembered seeing her for the first time, her leg stuck in that bear trap. Despite the tears running down her face and her hair tangled with leaves and twigs, she was the most beautiful female he had ever laid eyes on. So soft and delicate. The opposite of everything he was. 

But the mating bond hadn’t truly snapped until the shadowsinger had shown up in the clearing that day and whisked her into his arms. She had looked straight at him and a golden thread had unwoven in his chest, causing him to stagger back just as they disappeared in a swirl of shadows. It had taken all of his will power not to immediately storm the Night Court if only to see her for a second more.

“Can I not have her for a few more minutes, brother?” Finn asked, tossing his arms behind his head and resting his head against them with a smug grin. “We’re nearly finished with our game.”

Eris sneered at his brother. “If I see you sniffing around her again, I’ll rip out your throat.”

“Eris!” His mate exclaimed, looking up at him with wide eyes. He ignored her, still glaring daggers at his brother who didn’t even flinch at the threat. 

“You’re lucky I stumbled upon her before father did,” Finn crooned. “I’d say you owe me one for allowing her the pleasure of my company.” 

“Well, consider me not ending you where you stand your one and only favor,” Eris retorted. His mate went to pull her hand from his but he gripped her tighter, finally looking down at her. “Come on, we’re leaving.” 

He stalked towards the library door, pulling her with him despite her soft protests. He didn’t say a word to her as he led her back to his chambers, not wanting any servants milling about to gossip if they heard anything. He only released her hand once they were safely in the living area of his quarters and behind the heavy wards set up. 

“Are you out of your mind?” She hissed at him, holding her hand to her chest. 

“Are you?” He bit back, flicking his hair out of his face. “I gave your strict orders to stay here while I was gone or with your handmaidens!”

“I am not something you can just keep under lock and key!”

“You’re not in the Night Court anymore, bunny,” Eris argued. “My father is nothing like Rhysand. The males outside these doors are nothing like those two wretched Illyrians. I can have you chained to my bed and no one would bat an eye, do you understand?”

“And is that what you’ll do if I don’t listen to you?” She retorted, crossing her arms. “Put me in chains?”

“No,” he snapped. “But I will lock you in here if I must. I’d rather you hate me than let anything happen to you.” 

“Then take me out with you,” she protested. “Don’t leave me here!” 

Eris let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking down at his irritating, foolish, and completely and utterly bewitching mate. Her large eyes were hopeful, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth. The mating bond was driving him absolutely wild. He wanted to shove her against the wall and rip that lip out of her teeth with his own. 

“Please,” she whispered. 

“Fine,” he growled. “But if I agree to take you out tomorrow afternoon, you will agree to stay inside my chambers unless otherwise instructed. Do you understand?”

Those sweet, alluring eyes turned callous in a matter of seconds.

“So, you intend to treat me like a dog? Like a pet?” she snapped, crossing her arms. “Actually, I take that back. You even treat your dogs better than that!” 

As if proving her point, Ashera jumped up on the couch, laid down and covered her face with her paw, as if she felt his mate’s exasperation. 

“Have you any idea what is at stake here?” he bit back. “I do not intend to treat you like a pet. I intend to keep you safe!”

“And you think by keeping me locked away, I’ll be safe? They all know where your chambers are, Eris. I’m no safer here than I am anywhere else in this manor!” 

“At least, I’ll know where you are! Do you have any idea how worried I was when I went to find you earlier and you weren’t here?”

Her eyes widened and her arms fell limp at her sides. “You… you were worried?”

Eris tossed his arms in the air, letting out a noise of frustration. “Of course, I was worried. Do you know how many enemies I have in this court? Do you know how many people would wish to harm you if they had the chance just to hurt me?”

“I thought…” She paused, rubbing her arm.

Eris glared down at her. “You thought what? Go on, bunny, tell me what that little mind of yours thought?” 

“I thought you were mad! And can you blame me?” she huffed up at him. “You treat me like a nuisance, insult me any chance you get! Why the hell would I ever think you were worried about me? I’m sure you’d just be so over the moon if someone did get rid of me! Since I’m such a burden.” 

There were a lot of things in life Eris regretted but calling his mate a burden this morning was now on the top of that list. He hadn’t meant it. Of course, he hadn’t. She just didn’t understand the severity of the situation. He didn’t want to be mean to her or to have her hate him… but if it kept her safe, then so be it. At least, that had been his train of thought. But seeing the hurt on her face when those words had come out of his mouth had nearly killed him. 

“I’m sorry, okay,” Eris groaned. “I’m sorry I called you that. It’s not true. It was never true but bunny…you really don’t understand…”

“No, Eris, I do,” she snarled. “I’m not as stupid or naive as everyone likes to think I am!”

“Not naive?” Eris mocked. “Then what do you call galavanting around the Forest House with one of my own brothers?”

“Your brother was fine,” his mate replied. “He was perfectly polite. All he did was show me around a bit and then take me to the library as I requested.”

Eris scoffed. “You don’t know him like I do.” 

“You know what’s funny? That is the exact thing my sisters would say about me and yet they have no idea who I am. They’ve never let me be anything other than the girl they think I am. Have you thought that perhaps this competition your father has you all so convinced of between you guys doesn’t even exist? Have you ever even tried talking to one another without your father’s influence?” 

She wasn’t wrong but Eris knew how deep his father had his claws in his brothers. It would take a lot to shake them from his grasp. Time and effort he wasn’t afforded with at the moment. Not when he constantly had to look over his shoulder and now had to keep his mate safe at all times. This court was corrupt and dangerous—everyone here was in survival mode. 

These hypotheticals might be worth a discussion and if it were up to him, he would’ve taken his mother and younger brothers far away from his father a long time ago. But alas, he did not have such power…yet. But perhaps things could change. Though, nothing would so long as his father still sat on the Autumn throne. Until then, these sorts of conversations were not worth the time. 

“You speak on things you have no knowledge about and I see little point in having this conversation with you,” Eris said, straightening out his lapels. “I have a meeting I must attend with my father. Stay here.”

And then he left swiftly, before his mate could see just how much her words affected him, before he grabbed her and winnowed as far from this court as he could—consequences be damned. She drove him absolutely mad but Gods, did he find her so enticing. She was wild and impulsive and had a lot to learn, but the sort of honesty and hopeful outlook she had…Well he could only hope he could protect that, hoped he could keep her sweet and kind and soft and all the things no one had ever allowed him to be. 

· · ─────── ·♡· ─────── · ·

You had just woken up when your two handmaidens, Willow and Ivy, entered the room, pestering you to get up. Bleary eyed, you let them drag you into the bath before they sat you in front of the vanity. Ivy braided your hair while Willow dusted some light makeup on your face. 

“Can I ask what you are prepping me for?”

“Lord Eris has requested that we get you ready for an afternoon trek on horseback,” Ivy answered, with a slight smile on her face. 

Your eyes widened, taken aback. You hadn’t spoken to Eris since your fight yesterday. In fact, he had never even returned to his chambers last night. You didn’t try to leave, in fear that you would find the door locked and all your worries of the kind of male you were mated to would be proven true. Instead, you had pretended that a night in was just what you wanted, begrudgingly following his command. 

They dressed you in an off the shoulder linen chemise and flowy skirt that fell to your shins before lacing you into a burnt orange corset that had your lungs screaming for air. They slipped a pair of brown leather boots onto your feet.

“Surely trousers would be more appropriate?” you asked, spinning around so your skirt swished around the tops of your boots. Ivy and Willow gasped at your words, placing a hand over their hearts.

“A lady should never be seen in trousers,” Ivy declared, aghast.

Their shock was humorous to you, so you bit your lip to keep from laughing. Gods, the Autumn Court was so backwards sometimes. You were getting better at choosing your battles, so you said nothing else as they led you out of Eris’s chambers to the horse stables. 

Eris stood there next to another male who was preparing two horses. Your mouth dried a bit at the sight of him. He was wearing a loosely tied tunic, tucked into brown breeches and a pair of riding boots. His red hair glimmered in the sun like a ruby gem, his pale skin nearly glowing. He looked as if the Autumn forest made him itself.  

You hadn’t realized you had paused in your steps until your two handmaidens giggled next to you. 

“You are a very lucky female, Lady Y/n,” Ivy whispered to you with another giggle, causing your cheeks to turn pink. 

“Lord Eris is a very lucky male to have someone as lovely as Lady Y/n as his mate,” Willow countered, which only made your blush deepen. 

Eris noticed you as you drew closer and his eyes trailed over your form, heat swirling in them. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin under his gaze. His fox-like face was so beautiful, so enchanting, it was hard to look away. You kept eye contact with him as your handmaidens presented you. 

“Lady Archeron, as you requested, my Lord,” Willow said as she curtsied.  

“Thank you, ladies, you may continue on with the rest of your duties,” he said to them, though he didn’t stop looking at you which caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The two girls sauntered off, their giggles heard until they rounded the corner. 

You wanted to be mad at him still, but this seemed like a sort of peace offering or apology for yesterday. One that you decided to accept. You walked forward until you were at his side, glancing at the large horses. 

“This is Marigold. She is our most well-mannered horse,” Eris said. “Go on, you can pet her. She won’t bite.” 

“I’ve never ridden a horse, my Lord,” you said, shyly, reaching out a hand to pet the one in front of you. 

Eris seemed surprised but made no comment on it. He simply turned to the stableboy and waved a hand at him. “One horse will do today, Landon.” 

“Oh, are you going to teach—”

You squeaked as Eris grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you onto the horse as if you weighed nothing, your cheeks turning bright red. A moment later, he lifted himself onto the horse, right behind you. The butterflies in your stomach were worked into a frenzy as his long legs encompassed you and your back was pressed against his firm chest. 

“Yes, bunny, I’m going to teach you,” Eris whispered, his breath dancing along the edge of your pointed ear. You could hear the smirk in his voice, as if he knew exactly the kind of reaction he was causing inside of you. 

“Is this not improper?” you asked. “Aren’t ladies supposed to sit with both their legs on one side?”

It had been a hard transition for you—to go from living in poverty in that tiny cottage to living in high society. You weren’t like your other sisters who had spent their childhood years being trained to be ladies. You could hardly remember any part of your life before your mother died. 

It was, perhaps, why you felt the closet to Feyre of all your sisters. Because she, too, was wild in a way that Elain and Nesta weren’t. 

“Something tells me you have no concern over how ladylike you are, bunny,” Eris chuckled, his hard chest rumbling against your back. Your cheeks flared up again and you tossed him a glare over your shoulder. 

“Everyone else seems so concerned about my virtue and image,” you hissed. 

“Well, I’m not,” Eris retorted. “Go on, grab the reins.” 

You hesitantly wrapped your fingers around the leather straps and nearly jolted in surprise as Eris’s placed his calloused hands on top of yours. He started to maneuver your fingers. “You want to keep your thumbs on top and your fingers closed around them.” 

Once he seemed satisfied, he tapped the horse on the side and she began her trot. You bit your lip as his hands slid off the reins and on to your thighs. “Relax your legs, bunny. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall off.” 

You hadn’t realized how much you were squeezing the poor horse until he lightly stroked your thighs, getting them to loosen before his hands slid to your waist instead.

"What do I do with these?” You asked, nodding towards the reins in your hands.  

“Nothing for now,” Eris answered. “You use them to steer or to get her to stop.”

His proximity to you and the tiny circles he absentmindedly rubbed on your waist with his thumbs caused your body to hyperfocus on all the places you were touching. You could hardly pay attention to his instructions and the more the two of you continued on, the more you found yourself relaxing into his chest—soaking in the heat that seemed to exude off his body. 

Once you seemed to get the hang on the basics, a soft silence fell between the two of you. The sounds of the forest came alive the deeper you traveled into the trees. It was truly beautiful out here. The red and orange leaves on the trees reminded you of the painting Feyre had done on your drawer on the dresser back when you were living in the cottage. 

“I’m sorry,” Eris whispered into your ear, breaking the silence and surprising you. “For yesterday.” 

You softened at his words. “It’s okay.”

“No,” he said, his grip on your waist tightening. “It wasn’t okay. It pained me to hear you say I think of you as a nuisance, as something to get rid of. It is simply not true, bunny and I’m sorry for ever making you believe I think that.”

Eris didn’t seem like the type of male to apologize for his actions, so it meant more to hear it from him. 

“I just wish you would stop trying to push me away. I’m tired of everyone always deciding what's best for me instead of trusting me to know it myself,” you sighed.

“I know and I’m sorry. I know how unseen you feel.” 

He seemed to see right through you. Was it the mating bond that allowed such a thing? Or was it just something you had in common? No one had ever looked closely at you. You were the baby of the family, never allowed to be involved in decisions or important things. You lived in your own world most of the time. 

Although Eris was brought up in a far different environment than you, you couldn’t help but think he felt the same way. That he was constricted and forced to play a role he had no wish to. That he was written off as arrogant and cruel simply because he was born under a male who was. 

But he was nothing like his father. 

“I know you do because I know you feel the same way, Eris,” you whispered, glancing back at him. “But I see you.” 

“Perhaps that scares me.” His amber eyes were still guarded as he looked down at you. “No one has ever looked before. No one has ever wanted to.” 

“I do,” you said, holding his gaze. “I want to.” 

It was silent for a moment and you twisted back around, staring at the forest ahead.

“You shouldn’t,” Eris said, so quietly, that you were certain he was talking to himself. But despite his words, a tension had been lifted between the two of you.

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A little while later and after several whines about her legs starting to hurt, Eris let his mate have a break. He helped her off Marigold and found a tree to tie the horse to so the two of them could walk for a bit. 

He kept a step behind her, watching as she spun in a circle, the leaves crunching beneath her boots, as she took in the forest. The wonder and excitement in her eyes caused a spark in his chest. Those things had long since been beaten out of him so it was nice to see them in someone he already cared so deeply about. 

Eris enjoyed being out here with her, away from the Forest House and everyone else. He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he kept his guard up to protect his wonderfully oblivious mate from any harm that might come her way. 

“It’s so beautiful here,” his mate whispered.

The sunlight casted gold rays of light through the leaves, illuminating her beautiful face. She looked made for this kind of place, for Autumn. His chest ached at the sight—at what could be if his father wasn’t such a conniving bastard. 

“It is,” Eris said softly, his amber eyes still trained on his mate. She peeked over her shoulder at him, blushing as she met his gaze. Gods, if he were a lesser male, he’d have shoved her up against a tree and claimed her as his already. 

“Hey, I have an idea!”

“I’m sure you do,” he chuckled and she whirled around, placing her hands on her hips as she glared at him.

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

He shook his head, biting back a smile. “Nothing. What is your idea, bunny?” 

“We should play a game,” she said. “Like hide and seek.” 

Eris snorted. “Hide and seek? What are we, children? I’m over five hundred years old, bunny, I’m not going to play games with you.” 

“Fine, suit yourself,” she shrugged. “But I guess that means you’ll have to return to the Forest House without me unless of course…you find me.”

And then she darted off into the trees, weaving her way out of his view. He expected to find himself irritated, but it was the opposite. He couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped from his mouth at how ridiculous his mate was. Ridiculous and brash—but so endearing. 

“You can’t hide from me, bunny,” he shouted into the trees.

Silence met his ears and then…a twig snapped in the distance. He sauntered off in the direction of the noise. He would entertain her absurd game but he would not be running off like some wild beast through the forest. He followed her enticing scent of harvest apples and forest pine, twisting through the tall trees and leaf-covered ground. 

He saw a flash of her hair from the corner of his eye and spun in place, listening for her footsteps. He continued following after her, getting small glimpses of her here and there, hearing the tiny giggles that seemed to echo in the silent forest and he realized that a small smile had grown on his face as the game went on. 

Until things went so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. He froze, sniffing the air. He could still smell her but where had she gone? He spun in place, looking for footprints and listening for any sounds but…nothing. His heart started to beat faster in his chest, suddenly worried she had run off too far. 

“Bunny,” he shouted. “You can come out now!” 

Nothing.

The smile on his face dropped and he continued his search. Had she ran into some creature that took her? Had his guard fallen so low that he hadn’t realized that someone else was out here? 

“Hey, bunny—fuck!”

Something ran straight into his back and wrapped their arms around his neck, making him stagger forward. He turned around and pinned them against the tree with a snarl so quickly he hadn’t even realized what exactly had knocked into him until he heard the familiar giggles and his mate’s scent washed over him. 

“Got you!”

She was staring up at him with wide, excited eyes—her face flushed from her exertion. He stared at her in disbelief, uncertain how she was able to sneak up and ambush him like that. The hand that had wrapped itself around her throat moved to rest on the tree next to her head.   

“And so the sly bunny ensnares the dumb fox,” she sang between her pants, her arms still around his neck, her back still pressed against the tree.

He let out a breath, staring down at her with a small glare. “That is not funny. I could’ve hurt you!” 

“But you didn’t,” she countered, not seeming concerned about it at all. “I’m surprised I was able to sneak behind you. I thought for sure you saw me at one point. You looked right at me!” 

His brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I was standing right there,” she laughed, pointing at a spot to their left. “And you looked right at me! I thought I was busted but I don’t know, Eris, you might be going blind with age.” 

Her eyes held amusement as she looked up at him but he was confused. He had no idea what she was talking about—he hadn’t seen her at all. She had not been standing there. She must’ve been mistaking those trees for another. 

“Very funny,” he said, deadpanned. 

“Oh, don’t be a sore loser,” she teased, her fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck, absentmindedly. Her touch sent shivers down his spine. Her body pressed against his fought against the control he had. 

He wanted to knock the smug smile right off her face. He stepped closer, placing his free hand on her sternum and trapping her against the tree. He felt her breath hitch and grinned. 

“I’m not the loser,” he purred, before leaning down to whisper in her ear, “You’re still ensnared by me, bunny. Not the other way around.” 

Being this close to her again reminded him of all the ways he would take her and he let out a heavy breath, trying to keep from getting hard and scaring her away. Her head was tilted back so she could stare at him, her smile slipping as her heart pounded loudly enough that he could hear it through her chest. It seemed to beat in rhythm was his. 

He was certain she was going to cave first. His other hand still rested against the tree next to her head, allowing her the chance to dip away if she wanted. Her cheeks turned pink and he was sure she was about to start stuttering like a girlish maiden as she usually did when she said something that absolutely surprised him.

“Maybe I want to be ensnared by you, Eris,” she whispered.

Heat spread through his body like a wildfire and he knew it exuded off of him by the way she melted into his touch, her eyes flickering down to his lips as she shuddered. She bit her lip and he growled, his hand moving up her sternum until it rested against her cheek. He plucked her lip free with his thumb and she met his gaze again—her eyes wide and innocent yet full of desire. He could feel her anticipation down the mating bond, which glowed like firelight between them, and he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. 

The mating bond sang in his chest.

Mine….Mine….Mine…

She glanced down at his lips again and the look she gave him was enough to snap the last string holding his composure. 

So he surged forward and passionately kissed her. 

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One second you were thinking of how much you wished Eris would kiss you and the next second he was. His lips were soft, softer than you imagined, and so warm. Your eyes fluttered shut and you kissed him back with the same fire and eagerness that had Eris groaning against your lips. The hand that was resting on your cheek moved to your neck and angled your head back farther so he could deepen the kiss.

One of your own hands slipped into his hair, tangling some red strands between your fingers as the butterflies in your stomach began their frenzy again. All thoughts seemed to cease at that moment. All you could feel was Eris’s body pressed against yours, his kiss so full of hunger that your knees almost buckled under the weight of it. 

Your other hand slipped down to grab onto the collar of his tunic and yank him closer. He growled and bit down on your bottom lip; you gasped at the slight pain. He used that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and his kiss turned crazed. 

Fire sparked under your skin, so hot it threatened to consume you. 

His hand slipped down to your thigh, yanking your leg up around his hip so he could press in closer to you—nailing you to the tree. The rough bark rubbed against your back, serving as a contrast to the softness of his lips on yours. 

He devoured you, kissed you in a way no one ever had before. You didn’t fight for dominance. Not when it felt this good to surrender yourself to him. Heat and wetness pooled in your core—the evidence of his own arousal pressed firmly against your stomach as his tongue continued to explore every crevice in your mouth, claiming it as his. 

Every inch of your skin was tingling as he pulled away and began to trail feverish kisses down your jaw and neck—giving you the chance to breathe for a moment. You whimpered as his canines nipped at the sensitive skin on your throat, marking you. 

“Do you know how much I think of this?” Eris groaned against your skin, his nose trailing up the column of your throat. “Of ravishing you like this.” 

“Y-you do?” You stuttered as his canines grazed your neck again—reminding you again that Eris was no human man. No, he was much more than that of a man. He wasn’t even a full High Lord yet and still, you could feel his power crackling around you like burning embers. 

“Oh, bunny,” Eris purred, pulling back to look at you with that fox-like grin that had your knees weak again. “I think of you like this—at my mercy—all the damn time.” 

He leaned down and kissed you again until your face was flushed, your lips swollen and your neck was full of love bites. The both of you were panting as he rested his forehead against yours, his amber eyes staring down at you with flame licking his irises, full of hunger and lust and longing. 

You knew at that moment that you belonged to Eris because there was no way anyone else on this earth would make you feel as you did now. And you didn’t want there to be anyone else. No, your heart and mind sang for him and him only. No matter how things turned out, you knew they always would. It was scary and thrilling and daunting but it was true. 

And by the way he stared down at you, you knew he felt it too. 

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[libertyybellls]

EYE CANDY !

pairing; finnick odair x f!victor!reader

summary; finnick odair is charming, finnick odair is strong, finnick odair is so easy to see through.

contains; slight mention of underage drinking, uhhhh a glimpse into forced prostitution if u squint, fluff.

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you’d survived 21 days in the wilderness, fighting for your life, only to return to the capital and refuse to where, what you called; “extravagant pony get-ups.” it was either you’d dress yourself or you simply wouldn’t attempt your own crowning.

your responses in your interviews were bold, carefully played. unique and engaging enough to be sought after but tamed enough to still appease the capitol citizens.

finnick had heard what people had said about you, some had said you were too disorderly and rowdy- others thought you were careless and young enough to bring a new sense of purpose.

finnick however, could care less about what others thought, the minute he’d seen your interviews- he needed to meet you, to see this whole charade for himself.

it was at a capitol party, your mentor in your games had left your side and finnick was ready to sink his teeth in. you bumped into his shoulder- turning around abruptly.

his smile, his perfect hair- you knew he thought he could make you faint by one look, you however, saw this as a challenge. taking it a upon yourself to stick your hand out in introduction; “y/n l/n, and you are?”

finnick laughed, bringing your hand up to his lips, “finnick odair. i’ve seen your recklessness in the capitol- and i adore it.”

now he was really trying to woo you, you let out a genuine laugh at his antics. “that’s cute, finnegan. sadly, i have a party to get back to!” you continued to laugh out as your body slid past his, his jaw was slack, his head was hanging low.

this was clearly not what he had intended to happen.

you two would run into eachother plenty of times sense then, seeing as you were both eye-candy to the capitol. each time your assaults on his ego would lessen until you were able to have decent conversations.

you were unlike anyone or anything he’d ever seen before, you looked so sweet yet your stare was deadly, your voice was soft but your words laced with venom.

he’d learned very quickly that your mind was only stuck on surviving, on getting out. but he was there for you.

he’d been there for you when you’d been too wasted on whatever you’d drunk at the capitol for your own good. he’d been there for you when your strong facade had broken, been there for you on the highs and lows.

he admired your fashion, it was so different from what he’d seen those in the capitol wear, but also had that unique pop of color or grande effects.

he’d seen every district before, spent many night with women and men of the capitol yet he’d never seen someone who was born into such a grey atmosphere embrace color so openly at the same time.

he’d definelty watch you do your makeup in the morning, making little comments “how did you do that?” and “how are you going so close to your eyeball?”

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[hp-hcs]

Reader (male preferably) x T.N and M.R

Where reader gets into fights a lot. Like a lot. Almost double the amount that Theo and Matt get in combined in just a week. The only reason Dumbledore lets him stay at Hogwarts is because he’s top of every class. What bugs a lot of his peers is the fact that he doesn’t try. He doesn’t study, he just gets it straight up, he barely shows up to class, he fights everyone and anything that speaks bad about the slytherin house, and he’s got the face every guys jealous of. Reader is just made to make people mad, is how he’d be described. But he’s not aggressive. He doesn’t lose his temper easy, it’s just when his house or Theo and Matt are mentioned that he loses it. It’s like a trigger going off in his brain, to protect what’s his. And Merlin does that turn them on.

NSFW (optional)

Reader loves to mark them as his. To have everyone be able to see the dark hickeys or slowly healing bite marks. To display a type of claim over the two. They’re his. And he knows exactly how to make them feel good. Make them writhe for him. Degrading Mattheo while edging Theodore, wrapping his bloodied hands around their throats while he pushes them up against the wall. Fuck and when he’s all beaten up after a fight? They can’t fucking resist him.

• smut • bloody knuckles — poly! sub! sweetie pie! theodore nott x poly! sub! brat! mattheo riddle x gn! poly! dom! reader

❕no pronouns or gender/assigned sex markers of any kind!❕

warnings: SMUT MDNI, BLOOD KINK JFC IS THERE A GODDAMN BLOOD KINK IN HERE, same with degradation holy fuck, pain(?) kink, violence, mild descriptions of gore/wounds, usage of the word ‘blood’ or ‘bloody’ approximately 12000000 times, THE BOYS ARE ROMANTICALLY & SEXUALLY INVOLVED WITH EACH OTHER, some pretty aggressive dom/sub roles for ya silly little deviants

i don’t know why i gave the boys pure opposite personalities. the dichotomy of man, i guess.

this is quite easily the filthiest fucking thing i’ve ever written, and i was too embarrassed to let my allosexual boyfie edit/help with this one so it’s real bad 😬 enjoy your asexual-written smut? ig? i did my best, anon, i’m so sorry

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Seamus Finnegan was not expecting to start off his Monday morning with a broken nose.

To be fair though, it was kind of his fault. I mean, six years of school together and the boy still decided to run his mouth without a single care in the world.

“Heard Riddle’s a slut. That true?”

Your head snapped up and a furious look crossed your face. “What?”

“Hot though,” Seamus shrugged. “‘s why y’keep ‘im ‘round, yeah?”

Your hands clenched into fists down by your sides.

“He a good fuck, at least?” Seamus asked carelessly, seemingly unaware of your brewing anger. “I bet ‘e is. Think ‘e’d put out?”

Before anyone could even blink, you had Finnegan down on the ground. His face quickly became the victim of your furious fists.

He tried to shove you off, but you just smacked his hands away and got a solid hit to the center of his face, punctuated by the sound of snapping cartilage.

Blood rushed in your ears and the crowds fell away as you focused solely on Make him pay. Make him pay. Make him pay.

You were abruptly brought out of your bloodthirsty rage by a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your torso and yanking you off of Seamus.

You spun around in anger, the question of who the fuck-? dying on your lips when you saw the concerned face of Theodore Nott, and the bright red face of Mattheo Riddle.

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“Darling-”

“Shut up, it’s my love language,” you pouted.

Theo rolled his eyes fondly, leading you by your shoulders into their dorm’s bathroom. “You know we can handle ourselves, love. You’ve met both of our fathers; we’ve had much worse than some Irish pipsqueak theorizing about our sex lives.”

“Well, I thought it was hot.” Mattheo interrupted with a cheeky grin. “Our badass lover who’s willing to throw down with a Gryffindor to protect our honor? Proof that chivalry isn’t dead.”

“Well, I just don’t want other people talking about you like that,” you scowled.

“We know, love,” Theo grinned, crouching down to dig the first aid kit out from under the sink, patting your thigh in a patronizingly reassuring gesture. “Now, lemme see how bad it is.”

You huffed in faux annoyance, holding out your bloody hands in front of you and lifting your chin so he could see the state of your face.

Theo sighed and began his millionth lecture of the day as he started dabbing antiseptic ointment on the few small scrapes scattered across your face.

Mattheo was unusually quiet, adding nothing to the playful bickering between you and Theo.

You glanced over at him, only to find that he was practically enraptured, staring at your hands. His eyes followed a single bead of blood’s meandering path down your knuckles and fingers, watching as it dripped off the tip of your index finger and splattered onto the tile floor.

You could’ve sworn you saw him lick his lips.

You traded a knowing look with Theo before speaking. “Whatcha looking at, Matty?”

His cheeks flushed red and his gaze snapped back up to your eyes. “Nothing!”

You took a step forward. He took a step back.

“Oh, really?”

He gulped.

You reached forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, gently pressing him up against the wall. “A blood kink, huh? Shit, you really are a slut, love.”

Mattheo looked down, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

You gripped his chin and forced his head up to look at you. His eyes widened in surprise at the firmness of your grasp.

You pressed two blood-streaked fingers against his lips, groaning at the sight of his tongue instinctively darting out to kitten-lick them.

“Shit, Matty,” Theo whispered from behind you.

You trailed your fingers down his jaw and the side of his neck before loosely wrapping your hand around his throat.

He gasped and his eyes rolled back in his head. “Y-Y/n-”

“You like this? Hm?” You crooned as the blood on your hand smeared onto the skin of his neck.

Mattheo nodded frantically—as much as he could with the limited range of motion.

“That’s fucking disgusting, Riddle. What a filthy fucking boy.”

(He whimpered. He fucking loved it when you called him by his last name.)

You let go of his neck, stepping back and leaving him with a pleading whine caught in his throat as you turned to your other boyfriend.

“And Theodore, my pretty little angel,” you cooed softly, running your fingers through his hair and cupping his cheek. “How’s my little lovebug doing?”

He watched you with wide eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his chapped lips. “Y-Y/n…”

You ran your thumb over his cheekbone, smiling softly. “Answer my question, pretty boy.”

“I-I’m doing good, love,” Theo whispered, his voice cracking as you trailed your thumb down the side of his neck and swept it across his collarbone.

You abruptly pulled your hand away, spinning on your heel and leaving the en-suite without another word.

Your boys followed you into the dorm room like lost puppies, trailing after you with confused and needy expressions.

You sat down on one of the beds, lying back against the pillows with a relaxed and unbothered expression on your face. “Teddy, over here. Matty, go sit in the chair.” You waved your hand towards the desk chair, lazily motioning for Theodore to take off his shirt and join you on the bed.

Mattheo pouted and whined. “What? But- darlin’, I’ve been-”

“A greedy bitch,” you scoff as you yanked off Theo’s trousers and boxers in one swift motion, rolling him over onto his back. “Now sit down and wait your damn turn. Don’t you dare touch yourself. You’d better keep your hands where I can fucking see them.”

Without waiting for a reply, you turned back to your other lover. You ignored Mattheo’s protesting whines in favor of wrapping your fingers around Theo’s dick, appreciating the way Theo’s hips jerked up with a startled moan and his hands scrabbled for anything to hold onto as you did so.

“Riddle. I changed my mind. Get the fuck over here.” You snap, narrowing your eyes at the boy wiggling uncomfortably in his seat. “Hold Teddy’s hand.”

He jumped into action, quickly clambering onto the bed next to the pair of you and scooping up one of Theo’s hands in his.

You nodded, pleased at his cooperation, and slowly started jerking Theo off.

“Pretty, isn’t he, Matty?”

You expected him to say something in agreement, or tease Theo lightly, but your question was met with silence.

You glanced over, curious as to what caught his attention. Mattheo’s eyes were laser focused on Theo’s lower half. You followed his line of sight, confused as to what he was looking at, when you realized.

The blood from your busted knuckles had smeared itself all over Theo’s cock.

“Suck Teddy off.” The demand left your lips before you could even fully think it through.

Neither boy seemed disinterested in your proposition, if the way Mattheo all but scrambled down the bed as he leapt onto your boyfriend was any indication.

Mattheo kneeled between Theo’s thighs and pinned down his hips, practically drooling at the perverse sight in front of him.

Theo moaned brokenly as he felt Mattheo’s tongue lick a long stripe up his dick before taking him fully into his mouth. You hummed appreciatively at the gorgeous view in front of you, reaching out to stroke your hand along Theo’s hip and thigh.

The dorm was quickly filled with the sweet sounds of Theodore’s little moans and sighs, and the filthy wet sounds of Mattheo’s mouth.

He drew Theo closer and closer to his release. But right as your sweetest lover’s body began to shake, you caught sight of one of your brat’s hands subtly sneaking between his legs. You growled, tightening your grip in his hair to warn him to pull off.

As soon as Mattheo pulled off of Theo’s cock, panting for air, you harshly grabbed his jaw and yanked his head up to face you.

“Greedy fucking whore,” you sneered, “I told you not to touch yourself. Apologize to Theo for being such a self-centered brat.”

“S-sorry! So-sorry! I-I’m sorry, T-Theo!”

“Good boy,” you murmur, petting his hair and lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. “Good, love. Continue.”

Mattheo let out a shaky breath, still reeling from the whiplash of your sudden gentleness as he leaned back down to continue his earlier ministrations.

He quickly realized why you’d been so suddenly sweet when he felt your hand start roughly palming him through his trousers. He whined around Theo’s cock, which in turn made Theodore gasp and moan loudly.

You grinned at your boys’ reactions as you leaned down to murmur in Mattheo’s ear, “You can cum if you get Teddy off, alright sweetheart?”

Sparked with renewed interest at the incentive, Mattheo resumed sucking off Theo with vigor. Theo’s thighs shook as he babbled incoherently, a mix of “Fuck!”s, “Merlin-”s, and “Y/n!”s.

“Good boys, that’s it,” you cooed sweetly, brushing sweaty curls off of Theo’s forehead. “You’re just so close, aren’t you, my love?”

Theo sobbed pitifully and nodded. “Pl-please- Y/n- please!”

“Go ahead,” you whispered, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

With your permission, Theo fell apart with a loud moan, his entire body shaking and spasming. You continued palming Mattheo, intent on keeping good on your promise.

“Come whenever you’re ready, Riddle,” you murmured. He had pulled off of Theo by now, and stared up at you with wide, glazed-over eyes. You wiped a smear of cum from the corner of his lips with your thumb, grinning teasingly at the pair of them as you promptly stuck it in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the digit.

With one final moan, Mattheo’s body stiffened up and broke down into shudders as he was wracked with the force of his orgasm. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto the bed, tucking his face into the hollow where Theo’s thigh met his pelvis.

You gave both of your boys a minute to collect themselves, murmuring gentle praise as you littered their faces with soft kisses. “Both so good for me, my best boys. So perfect.”

You sat in a contented quiet for a few more minutes, just caressing them gently. But once their breathings had steadied out, they startled you by sharing a look and abruptly tugging you down and rolling over on top of you.

“Your turn now, love.”

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Fiercely Loved - S.Snape

Summary - Severus' partner is one of those people who love fiercely and with their whole heart. The students find their relationship interesting.

Parings - Severus Snape x GN!Reader

Warnings - GN!Reader, use of Y/N, a small explosion

Based off of this request from an anon

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Author's Note - This was the first time I ever wrote a GN reader so please correct any mistakes I may have made! Thank you!

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

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Severus had never expected to find love, let alone a partner who loves him so fiercely. It was common to see little gifts on his desk left by them. The students never expected someone as sweet at Y/N to be with someone as bitter and cold as Severus. Except, he was no longer bitter and cold, well not to the extent he used to be. His partner was one of those people who is fiercely protective of those they love. A single insult to Severus led to a tongue lashing of all tongue lashings. 

The second they saw him in the hallways or in the main hall, they’d be at his side and not leave until they had to go separate ways. The students were surprised to see Snape so willingly giving and receiving affection. The most recent addition of gifts was a new quill and ink set they had seen at the last Hogsmeade trip that they thought he would like. Wrapped with a little bow sitting on his desk for all the students to see.

The green and silver bow caused some students to giggle and others to coo at the sweet thought of his partner. In the middle of the lesson, they had decided to ditch monitoring duty and peek into his classroom just to hear him talk. They loved listening to him speak, they could listen for hours and never once get bored. Severus often reads out loud knowing this little fact about his partner, usually at night in bed or on rainy days when neither of them want to do anything. 

A few of the students had noticed them in the doorway, hearts in their eyes as they watched the potions master do what he did best. After finishing up his lecture about the potion they would be making in class, he turned to the doorway to see his partner, a bright smile on their face as they watched his every move. 

Severus made his way over, a slight smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye. “Hello love, how’s monitoring duty going?” He asked quietly, not wanting the students to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“It was boring but then I was over here and heard you teaching so I had to come listen for a bit. You know how much I love your voice,” They replied in the same tone, a similar twinkle in their eyes. 

“I know. You go back to making sure students are behaving in the halls, I’ll see you at dinner.”

“That’s so far away,” They whined. Severus wasn’t one for PDA but he couldn’t help but kiss their pouted lips. “I love you,” They sighed contently.

“I love you, now go on. I’ll see you later, love.”

They reluctantly left, Severus watching as they disappeared down the hall before turning to see all of the students looking at him. “Pay attention to your cauldrons, not me!” He scolded them. All of the students quickly turned back to face their bubbling cauldrons, Severus, with a smirk on his face, walked back to his desk until he heard a loud boom, the smell of smoke filling his nose. “This is why you pay attention to your cauldron, Mr. Finnegan.”

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