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reiderwriter · 3 months

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My Love Is Mine All Mine

Week 2 of my Playlist series 🎧💕

Summary: Spencer Reid always liked broken things, but you didn't think you could be fixed. Maybe all you needed was understanding and companionship.

Warnings: slight angst, case details mentioned - misogyny, kidnapping, etc, but no graphic/ explicit details. Hurt/Comfort.

A/N: Tumblr, please let me post haha I've been good, I promise 🙏 This fic is so late because I've been having some technical issues with tumblr and it has greatly annoyed me, so hopefully if you're seeing this it's been fixed? Who knows... Thank you to everyone who has sent in songs so far for the Playlist series, I'll be cresting the playlist today and posting it for everyone to see and use!

Masterlist || Series Playlist

Falling for Spencer Reid wasn't in your plan for the new year, but looking back, it was probably something that was just bound to happen.

He'd been the first person to show you any kindness after everything you went through, the first person who hadn't put their own rigid horror at your past before their attempts at sympathy.

You watched the way people recoiled from you as you told them - bluntly, you had to be blunt - what the man in the cabin had done to you.

He listened to your words, didn't interrupt, didn't quietly shake in anger, and refuse to meet your eyes like your father did, didn't weep for her baby like your mother did. He took your hand as it shook. He held your gaze.

It was his job to ask questions, but there weren't many left to answer.

The only reason you were alive was because his team had tracked the string of bodies to your kidnappers home. You were alive because one of his coworkers had put a bullet through his head, ending your nightmare.

The very idea of love was repulsive to you as you emerged from that basement in the first days of the next year, and you remembered thinking the snow looked fresh and soft. You remembered wanting to lay in it, to wrap it around yourself like a warm blanket and drift into sleep. The cold ground would be as much comfort as you would allow yourself.

Because after everything, you knew you didn't deserve love.

You accepted understanding from him, though.

When the shock wore off, you were awash in all the misery inflicted upon you. You raged, kicked, screamed, broke things, and made people uncomfortable. Nothing would numb the pain of being trapped inside your head, your head still trapped inside that basement, that cage.

He came to visit you at the hospital. The nurses had given up on you, were content you were physically healing, and that they had technically done their job but not bothered by your deteriorating mental state. Some days, you swore that they pierced your skin in the wrong places purposefully, not even searching for your vein.

But then he was there, with a book and a chess board, and he'd asked you if you'd ever played before.

“No. Chess always seemed too…” You swallowed the bile that drowned your lungs and tried again. “Before, it was boring. An old person game, too many rules. Now… He said we shouldn't do things like this. Said we shouldn't cultivate our minds.”

It was a confession again, but one that took a weight off your shoulders, and not one that pushed it further down.

“Would you like to learn?” His tone was so soft and awkward, like a teenage boy asking a girl out on a first date, that you almost giggled.

“I'll be honest and say you'll never beat me, I've played through most board combinations, including a large proportion of the 10^80 theorised checkmate positions, so if you'd rather do something else, that's fine, or I can leave, too, if… you'd… prefer?”

You had laughed then, a thing that bubbled up from the pit of your stomach and left your shoulders shaking as you gasped for breath doubled over.

You'd been in hell for six months, and he'd drawn you out of it for a few moments by rambling about chess.

“Are you a patient person, Doctor Reid?”

“I think so.”

“Then set up the board and let's play.”

He beat you every time, obviously, but you enjoyed his small explanations of the moves, and you did improve slightly.

More than that, you enjoyed his company. It wasn't that you talked extensively In your hospital room, oscillating between your lowest point and somewhere just a rung above that where the snow was falling and the air was fresh, but that he never looked at you the way others did.

You were discharged and were sad to lose that small glimmer of normality. He'd come twice a week throughout January, and now you were back in your usual shape. You were being discharged, and so that would end.

You were surprised that he came to pick you up from the hospital the day you left.

The parents who had looked everywhere for you for half a year hadn't wanted to, and the close friends from before hadn't spared you a thought since reposting your missing poster on their social media pages.

But the man you played chess with twice a week, the man who'd carried you out of hell himself was there.

“Ready to go?” You nodded, dumbstruck, and followed as he grabbed your bag.

You weren't exactly sure where it was you were going, but you followed the man anyway, only a small part of your brain shouting in protest considering the last time you'd been blindly trusting.

He led you back to an apartment with some bare furnishings but a large window and a warm soft blanket covering the bed. It wasn't his, but yours.

“Your parents are paying for it. They're taking the city to court due to the circumstances. Apparently, there were numerous phone calls to law enforcement that went unnoticed, but the city is looking to settle, so you don't have to worry about rent for a while, maybe ever again. The WiFi is all set up, hot water is working, and so is the heating. The locks are triple enforced, and I'm right down the hall, so if you need-”

“What?”

He blinked at you and suddenly, looking sheepish, as if becoming aware that he'd presumed a friendship between the two of you without consulting you first.

“I live down the hall.”

You stared at each other for a few moments as you processed his words. He lived down the hall. He'd driven you to your new home, set everything up for you, and he lived down the hall.

“You're a good man, Spencer Reid.” You whispered, turning away to not let the moment linger anymore than it already had.

Chess nights became routine. You'd set up the board and play for an hour or two or until you were sick of losing.

Gradually, though, the nights got longer. He'd arrive just as you were eating a meal, and you'd invite him to join you, or he'd bring along takeaway and you'd eat quietly together, talking about everything and nothing.

One day, you'd mentioned a film. A popular one, one you'd loved as a child and still rewatched to this day.

“I've never seen it, is it good?” He'd said. And in your shock, you jumped up and sent half the chessboard flying.

“Well, it seems that now our game is over, that we have time to give you an education, Doctor Reid.”

“I have three PhD's-”

“And still you haven't seen Clueless?”

You'd pulled him over to the couch he'd picked out for you, loaded up the movie and then invented a new tradition.

Chess nights and film nights were separate days of the week. So he could always promise to be around for one of them even if he had to miss the other because of work.

You didn't ask him about his job anymore. He saved people like you, and you didn't need to be thinking about people like you too much.

What they went through, if they survived physically. If they survived in other ways.

He always visited you first when he returned, though. There would be a knock on your door at some point in the day or night, and he'd let you know he was home safe.

Another tradition. You'd opened the door to let him in the first time he'd returned from a case after you moved in, and he'd leaned down and wrapped his arms around you.

You heard the breath of relief, loud and emotional, and hadn't quite realised it had come from you until a few minutes later. Some part of you had thought he wouldn't come back.

Now, every time he came home, you ran to the door and quietly comforted each other, reminding the other that no matter what happened, you were both there for each other.

You weren't sure when traditions and movies turned into love or if it had lingered over you the entire time. You didn't think you could love someone right then, your heart broken into small pieces with the torment you'd suffered.

But it was stitched back together with pieces of him still lodged inside. He was in the very fabric of your being as you became whole again.

The truth was that you most likely couldn't find love again because there was no room in your heart for anyone else. And you'd never be able to reschedule chess nights to go on dates anyway.

You weren't sure if Spencer ever figured out how much of hum you carried around with him, how your eyes followed his lips as he ran through decades of memories to give you the fact he thought would please you the most. You weren't sure if he loved you as much as you did him until you were.

You'd agreed to watch one of his movies for a change, agreeing to stop the streak of 80s brat pack classics to watch a black and white war film from Russia with no subtitles. You'd sat together on that couch under blankets you'd bought together months earlier, and he'd pulled you in closer.

“I want to watch the movie and translate at the same time. You should sit here.” He'd pulled you into his lap, letting your back fall against his chest as his lips fell to your ears, and he began to whisper.

Sitting there so closely, so intimately, was almost torture. Unconsciously, your head tipped back with his words, displaying your neck and shoulders, silently willing his lips to drift even once. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you did your best not to squirm the entire movie, but with your heart beating out of your chest, it was a hopeless cause.

“Did you enjoy it?” He whispered as the credits rolled, but you hadn't even noticed the movie had ended. It wasn't until the silence that followed his question stretched out notably that you came back to reality. You couldn't answer, in fact. You gaped for a few short moments, hoping something vague but accurate enough would just pop into your mind.

As you attempted to negotiate yourself out of distraction, you turned your face to his, but he was closer than you thought.

Your noses touched, and your breaths mingled. His arms still wrapped around your waist, and your blankets still anchored you to one another.

“I wasn't paying attention to the movie, Spencer. I'm sorry.” The words came out of you so fast, yet so quietly that you were surprised yourself how honest you had chosen to be.

“Why not?” He asked, eyes having drifted sleepily down to gaze at your lips.

You didn't answer his question but felt your cheeks flush red. You thought about pulling away, moving back, or at least laughing everything off, but you didn't. You stayed there, still like a deer in headlights.

“Your voice was too distracting,” You forced some of the tension out of your body and let your head fall against his shoulder again, hoping this moment wouldn't end anytime soon.

“Distracting?” He sounded concerned and shifted in his seat, lifting you up from your happy place in his arms until you were again face to face. “Did I make you uncomfortable?”

The look on his face was so concerned and focused that you had to pause for a second to catch your breath. He cared about your comfort so much and paid attention to each word that came out of your mouth. He wanted your happiness more than anything in the world.

“No. I'm never uncomfortable with you, Spencer.” You were back to whispering now, hands floating up to grab his own, fidgeting by his sides. You bought them up to your face and guided his hands to your cheeks, needing to show him just how comfortable you were with him in actions, not just words. Words could be dishonest. Actions were honest.

His concern melted away as he began stroking your cheek with his thumb, smiling sweetly at you.

Though you were both content, you'd never been quite this intimate before. So when his thumb swiped over the corner of your lips, your eyes both caught on each other. You could see him weighing up the outcomes in his head, going back and forth between pulling away and pushing in closer.

Slowly and softly, as though he were trying not to startle you, his head moved closer until his lips were on yours.

It was a quiet kiss. You wouldn't describe it as fireworks, or butterflies, or anything loud and grand and passionate. It was quiet, and it was right.

He pulled away seconds later, trying to gauge your reaction, but you followed him away and kissed him again.

When you finally pulled away, it took you a few seconds to realise you'd climbed back into his lap, unconsciously having moved closer to him. You guiltily looked up, waiting to see any discomfort on his features, but to your surprise, he was busy straightening out your hair.

“I love you, Spencer,” you whispered as he took care of you. He smiled, looking down at you once again, pulling his arms around you to gently lower both of you down to a laying position on your couch.

“I love you, too,” he said as you held each other and drifted into contented sleep.

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runningfrom2am · 4 months

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the election // LTPF

summary: Coriolanus Snow, current President of Panem, we salute you.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 1k

masterlists / nav / requests

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. this part is quite tame! idk, discussion of the games as a concept is pretty messed up? obviously r & coryo are both delusional but whats new??

a/n: y'all my country doesn't have a president so idk how tf presidential elections work so i just guessed LMAO. just a heads up.

also credit to @that-veela-girl bc she casually dropped "panem is her garden. the games are her flowers." in my replies when we talked about their future and that has haunted me ever since (in the best possible way).

based on this ask.

series masterlist // playlist

After the death of the President's son years earlier, no one had any plan on what to do when his father passed. Of course, there would have still been an election, technically, but everyone knew Felix would have won. He was raised to be the next President, but very few people knew that he wasn't the only one.

"No, Darling. You take it."

"What? No, we've always done everything together." You protest, furrowing your brow. "She's offered it to both of us, we can do whatever we want, no more waiting for her approval. We can run with it! Come on, it'll be so fun, Coryo."

"That's your dream. Not mine." He smiled at you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

You frowned, focussing yourself on pulling the buttons of his shirt so they were perfectly aligned. "Are... Are you sure? I don't know if I can do it without you."

"You'll never do anything without me, you know that." He hummed, pushing your hair out of your eyes. "If you need help, just ask. I'm right here. Always."

"But... I don't understand, Coryo. Why not?" You pout. Sharing the position of Head Gamemaker was something you had dreamt of since the beginning of your internship together, shortly after returning from Twelve.

"Well," He sighs, shrugging slightly. "I've been pulling some strings, working my way up, and the President is on his deathbed, apparently. So I'm thinking I'll probably start my campaign soon." The smile on his face shows you he'd been planning this for a while- of course he had, for most of his life, his loved ones were telling him that would be his destiny: Coriolanus Snow, future President of Panem. You saluted him, always.

You gasp, clapping your hands together in excitement. "Really?" You smile. "That's wonderful, Love! Oh, I just can't wait!" You squeal, throwing your arms over his shoulders and jumping into his grasp as he hugged you back.

That's the beginning of the journey that has led you here. Tireless hours planning campaign events and strategies, speeches, and everything that goes on behind the scenes. You knew he was a shoo-in.

The polls had closed days ago, the results were in, and the only one who knew the results was standing in front of your husband on the stage. You sat in the front row of the expansive audience, gripping tightly onto your brother's hand with nervousness as he sat next to you. He was an adult now, nearly. You had pulled him from school today for the event, and he had changed from his academy uniform into a tux you bought for him in the car on the ride over.

You were grateful that your father had allowed you to maintain a connection with him at the very least, though you wouldn't doubt that Coryo had something to do with that. He single-handedly granted every wish you'd ever had.

Your eyes are locked on Coryo sitting onstage, but he can't risk sparing a glance your way. He would smile, and he can't have that until he's won. He carries himself with such grace, such professionalism that your cheeks flush just looking his way.

"The new President of Panem will be..." A moment of suspense, tacky, but it still makes you sweat as you pull your brother's hands into your lap, forcing him to lean in closer to ground you while you wait for the announcer to continue. "Our youngest candidate, Coriolanus Snow!"

He's on his feet in a second, and so are you as you scream with excitement, practically jumping into your brother's arms. You feel the people around you putting their hands on you, patting you in a series of excited congratulations. He had worked so hard for this. He deserved it more than anyone, you were certain.

Your excitement is only quieted when you hear your husband's voice over the loudspeakers, having taken the podium for himself. As is his right, now.

"Thank you, thank you." He says to quiet the crowd, trying to curb the wide smile threatening to form on his cheeks to keep a mature, calm one. "Thank you, wow." He chuckles, and you stay clutching onto your brother's hand as you pay attention now, sitting back down.

"It is truly an honour to be here. I have a long list of people to thank, but I'd like to keep it brief for all of your sakes. So I'll say thank you to my family, who have supported me my whole life. Most importantly, I have to thank my beautiful wife. She's done more for me than anyone could ever fully understand." He looks at you, finally, and you blow him a kiss. "Come up here, Darling. Please. I wouldn't be here without you."

You blush, more than you already were, giving your brother a quick hug as he ushers you on, the cameras tracking the two of you as he escorts you to the stairs up to the stage and holds your hand as you carefully make your way up in your heels and long, red dress. You continue to hold it up so you don't step on it as you make your way over to your husband, who is waiting with an open arm for you to slot yourself into. You do, seamlessly, planting a kiss on his cheek as the audience cheers for you. You look out over it for the first time, pride swelling like a balloon behind your ribs. This was it. This was your life now.

"To a greater Panem!" Coryo calls out, attention once again returned to the people in front of you. The people of a country that's all yours. The people of the Capitol eat it up, cheers for you morphing into a roar that inflates your ego beyond belief.

"Congratulations, President Snow." You say in his ear, loud enough so he could hear it without the microphone picking it up.

Coriolanus smiles, wider now, squeezing your side and planting a kiss on your hairline. "It's all for you." He replies. "Panem will be your garden."

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geeky-politics-46 · 4 months

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 12

Titty Fucking with Arthur Shelby

"Pearl Necklace"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: You & Arthur have another afternoon romp in his office

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - adultery/extra-marital affair, jealousy, swearing, pet names, marking, oral sex, titty fucking, handjob, cumplay, pearl necklace, almost facial, little bit of fluff

After that first night you crossed the line, you and Arthur continued your affair with little guilt from either of you. Yes, he was still technically married to Linda; but emotionally and mentally, he was all yours. To the world, you were his in all possible aspects after that night. Something that soon spread to those in the office as well as those throughout Birmingham, and you are sure, got back to his wife as well.

Not that she could really have treated you any worse than she did before your affair started. If anything, Linda's abuse and vitriol towards you had lessened since your real affair began. She knew she had lost the battle that she had created in her own mind. That much was evident by the locket Arthur bought you with both of your initials on it. It was a promise that when business settled down, when the stock market fallout was done, he would leave Linda and make an honest woman out of you. Assuming she didn't divorce him first. He had contacts who told him she had been trying to find a lawyer for a while.

His family pretty much all knew about the two of you, and most of them were supportive. Tommy especially. Which was no surprise, really, knowing his dislike of Linda and preference towards you. He would often say he was sending Arthur out of town for business only to send the two of you to spend a few days locked in a suite at the Midland Hotel together instead. Polly and Lizzie were a little more critical that you two weren't doing more to hide your affair and keep it out of the office. Both metaphorically and literally.

Arthur's office itself still being one of the main sites of your romps. Even now, as Arthur called you into his office, you couldn't help the smile on your face. Your stride became all the more confident as other employees started to move towards the front door. None of them frankly wanting to hear you two fucking again.

"Yes, Mr. Shelby."

You used your sweetest voice as you walked in and shut the door behind you, not even bothering to throw the lock. If someone walked in, it was their own fault. You and Arthur loved playing cat and mouse at the office. A lopsided grin on his lips and a predatory glint in his eyes as you sashayed over to where he sat. An extra sway in your hips as you undid a couple extra buttons on your blouse. Making sure he would get an eyeful of your breasts and peek at your bra, his favorite mauve silk one, when you bent down over his desk.

He immediately grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit in his lap. His face immediately buried in your neck, sucking and kissing at your throat. You wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed happily. Closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips on you.

"Apparently, you left some impressive scratch marks on my back a couple nights ago, love. Didn't even bother making up a lie to Linda when she saw them. Just shrugged. Don't fucking care anymore. Love it when you leave your mark on me, darlin’. Can't wait until I can openly tell everyone you're mine."

His fingers playing with the locket around your neck as he daydreamed about fucking you silly in your wedding dress. He had already removed his wedding ring. He only put it on anymore when he went home to Linda. He hated seeing it and knowing that it meant he wasn't married to you. That he still had to deal with her bullshit.

You could already feel his cock hardening beneath your ass. Letting your hips wiggle against him just a little to let him know you could feel it. He growled low in your ear nipping at the spot just below your ear.

"Well, Mr. Shelby, I did just touch up my lipstick, so how about I leave a new mark or two? Maybe here…"

You tilted his head up and to the side, placing a kiss on his neck. Pulling back to see the red lipstick print you left behind.

"... and here…"

This time, you placed a kiss on the other side of his neck. This time, making sure you placed it low enough on his neck to leave lipstick on his collar. Smiling at the way the bright shade popped against the starched white fabric.

You slithered out of his lap onto the floor in front of him. Your body poised between his legs. Keeping your eyes on his as you opened his waistcoat before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Opening them enough to expose the crotch of his white boxer shorts. Lowering your head until your lips were hovering just over the tent there.

"... and here."

You couldn't hold back a little giggle when you saw your lipstick print over his cock. Oh yes. This was the perfect little 'fuck you' to Linda. Maybe if you made her mad enough she would just leave on her own already. At this point all three of you knew she was staying merely out of spite.

"Fuck, angel. So good to me. Now quit that Mr. Shelby bullshit. At least until I can call you Mrs. Shelby. Besides you know I love hearing you scream my name when we fuck."

You raised up on your knees and drug your hands up over his muscular thighs onto his abdomen. Pulling at his suspenders as you tugged his head down to meet your lips. Nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away just far enough to whisper against his skin. His mustache tickling you lightly as you spoke.

"I want to make you scream my name right now, Arthur. You can make me scream later tonight."

Placing one more kiss on his lips, you pulled away and started working to undo his suspenders from his pants. Wiggling your behind excitedly once you had them undone and could start pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees. A smirk on his face at how exuberant you were to suck him off. He would happily return the favor later.

His cock springing free of it's confines as you settled back down onto your heels. Smiling up at him as you began peppering his inner thighs with lipstick tinted kisses. An almost lovesick look in Arthur's eyes as he watched you. His sweet little angel could be oh so devilish.

“Fuck, love. I can tell you right now I'm not gonna last long. Look so fucking pretty on your knees for me.”

With your most innocent eyes you started to kitten lick the tip of his cock. Lapping at it several times before licking your lips and fluttering your lashes at him. Humming to yourself like he was the most delicious treat you had ever tasted. Thoroughly pleased with your work when you opened your eyes and saw Arthur's mouth hanging open looking totally hypnotized. The lanky gangster may be feared by most of Birmingham, but you had him wrapped around your little finger.

“Love you, Arthur”

“Love you too, sw– ohhhhh”

Before Arthur could finish his sentence you lowered your head and took his cock as deep as you could. His words halting and giving way to needy groan. His head falling back and his eyes closing as you started to shallowly bob up and down on his shaft. Keeping your suction consistent until you decided to pull all the way off his cock with a loud pop.

You began to suckle on the head of his cock as you brought one hand up to stroke his hard length. Purposely licking over his slit and tasting his precum on your tongue. You loved getting a taste of what was now reserved just for you. Purring as you swirled your tongue around his ridge. Letting your saliva drip down his shaft and onto his balls.

Turning to look at the clock over your shoulder quickly while you moved to massage his balls, you realized just how soon Tommy was due to be back in the office. You needed to work fast if you wanted to finish Arthur off before you were inevitably interrupted. A wicked little plan forming in your mind.

Smiling sweetly up at him, you placed open mouth sucking kisses up and down his throbbing length. Your fingers nimbly working to open your blouse even more to completely reveal your chest. Your eyes locked with Arthur's as you pulled the cups of your bra down and let your breasts spill free.

After leaning over and spitting on the tip, you started stroking his cock with both hands. Twisting them in opposite directions on your upstroke. Making sure his cock was thoroughly soaked.

Once you were satisfied you suckled on his swollen head once more. Sucking as hard as you could while your tongue flicked at his frenulum. Pulling off of his cock after earning a shallow buck from Arthur's hips. You knew he was getting close.

Bracing yourself on his strong thighs, you scooted as close to the chair as you could. Letting the head of Arthur's cock rub against your chest. Painting a dribble of precum right next to the locket that bore both of your initials.

Arthur's eyebrow quirked up in question of what you were up to. His curiosity growing when you moved the locket over your shoulder so it was out of the way and brought your hands to your breasts and started toying with your nipples. Spitting onto his cock again as you positioned his manhood between your tits and squeezed them together.

Slowly starting to move up and down you smiled deviously as you saw the light bulb click on in Arthur's brain, finally realizing that you wanted him to fuck your tits. Excitedly he brushed his hands over your cheeks and down onto your shoulders as he gently started to thrust his hips.

“Oh, such a naughty mind you have, lovey. Gonna be wearing my cum the rest of the day.”

“Maybe that's what I want. I marked you, now I want you to mark me, Arthur.”

The visual of his cock squeezed between your beautiful breasts was quickly pushing Arthur to the edge. His thrusts growing faster and harder by the second. His teeth gritting together and a growl coming from deep in his chest when you stuck out your tongue so you could lick at the tip of his cock when it peaked up between your breasts.

His breathing started to fall in heavy shaky blows as he struggled to keep any sense of composure. He looked truly wrecked as you gazed up at him through your lashes. His brown hair falling forward over his face, his mouth hanging open, and desperately trying to keep his eyes on the erotic sight of you before him.

“Oh, fuck love, gonna cum! So fuckin’ good to me. Feels so fuckin’ good! Keep your tongue out darlin’. Here it comes!”

A deep growl and a moan falling from Arthur's lips as his hips stuttered and his fingers dug into your shoulders so hard they were sure to leave bruises. His cock twitching as his cum erupted onto your chest, neck, and chin. The warmth of his thick white spend making you shiver against the cool air in the office.

You couldn't help but giggle at Arthur as he fell back exhausted into his chair. Desperately trying to catch his breath. Leaning forward and placing a few more kitten licks on his softening cock and his thighs before pulling up and refastening his boxers, and lovingly caressing his thighs. Comforting your contented lover.

Suddenly, the door quickly swung open and in stepped Arthur's brother, Tommy. He, in particular, seemed to have a knack at knowing the worst possible times to appear. Startling both you and poor Arthur out of his post-orgasm haze. Arthur immediately moved to sit up and pretend you hadn't both been caught.

As soon as he saw you on your knees and his brother's pants undone, Tommy essentially knew what he had walked in on. He was relieved to see that at least it appeared he missed the main event. He plucked the cigarette from between his lips, addressing both of you nonchalantly before leaving just as quickly as he had entered. His face was unchanged the entire time.

“Clean up. Both of you. Family meeting in five minutes.”

Your cheeks had turned beet red in embarrassment. Unsure of whether Tommy had been able to see your bare breasts or that your chest and neck were coated in Arthur's cum. Suddenly second guessing your decision not to lock the office door after all.

Arthur pulled you up into his lap and started cleaning you up with his handkerchief and laughing at your sheepish expression. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips as he finished wiping you down. He fixed your bra and straightened out your locket, kissing you more deeply before reassuring you his brother wouldn't give you trouble.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. If Tom says anything, I'll just say that he hasn't paid me enough to buy you a proper pearl necklace, so we improvised.”

You threw your head down into his neck and burrowed into his arms even farther in embarrassment. Arthur's arms holding onto you as tight as he could, laughing even louder when he felt you starting to giggle too and placing kisses into your hair. Both of you were aware that even if Tommy didn’t say anything at the very least, John would enjoy giving both of you hell.

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Forgive me...I want you. (Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader)

Summary: After a drunken mistake where you expose yourself to your aunt's boyfriend, you unknowingly start something between you beyond your wildest dreams…

Warnings: NSFW smut 18+, infidelity, age gap, masturbating while being watched, phone sex (sorta?? but more like window sex??)

Word Count: 3k

Author’s note: A specific part in this is loosely inspired by taylor swift's 'you belong with me' scene where they see each other through their bedroom windows…hehe…;)

Reblogs and interactions are most appreciated <333

I walk as quietly as I can up the stairs of the house I currently live in with my parents so as to not wake them at one thirty in the morning. Although I'm in my mid twenties and would love nothing more but to have my own place, rent is ridiculously expensive and I'd rather save up for as long as I can. Thankfully for me, I get along with them both and we respect each other's privacy - so it works.

I shut the door to my bedroom quietly, extending my hand to the wall beside me to switch the light on. I take my cross-body bag off over my head and throw it on my bed with a sigh. Running my hands through my hair, I think back to today's unfortunate events. From deciding to surprise my girlfriend on our six month anniversary, to catching her in bed with my best friend, to going from bar to bar with my sweet Angel of a cousin to try and forget it all; I am completely and utterly emotionally and physically exhausted.

The makeup I put on earlier today is patchy and smudged but I feel too numb to care. Walking into my on-suite bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror while my arms rest on either side of the sink. Black streaks of mascara cover my cheeks from where I'd been crying. I take a deep breath, grabbing a makeup wipe and take it all off.

Once I'm done with skincare, I walk back into my bedroom and pick out a clean pair of undies and oversized tee from my closet, setting them out at the end of my bed. I begin stripping from my clothes, starting with my top, then my skirt and tights. I stand up straight, my hands reaching behind my back to take my bra off when I lock eyes with Joel and I freeze.

Joel is my next door neighbour. He is also my dad's sister's husband. In my current messy state, I completely forgot to pull my curtains shut and that Joel's office literally faces my bedroom. In my defence, I wasn't expecting him to be up this late.

The initial state of shock begins to subside but neither of us has attempted to look away first. I'm reminded of the very innocent crush I've had on him since the day my aunt introduced us to him five years ago. Of course, I knew it was futile - considering the whole Joel-is-now-technically-my-uncle thing as well as the age gap thing. I never let myself think about it too seriously except for the times late at night whenever I've struggled to fall asleep. Thoughts of him laying on top of me, kissing down my neck while his hands caress my body intrude my mind more often than I'd like to admit and I feel so guilty, but I can't help it.

It feels like I've been standing there half-naked in front of my window for hours when in reality it's only been a second or two. I spot my dressing gown draped over my swivel chair in the corner of my eye and I quickly grab it to cover myself as best as I can.

When I look back at him, his eyes have fallen to the laptop in front of him and I instantly feel the loss of his intense stare. A pang of disappointment hits me, missing the feel of his eyes on me and the way it ignited a fire in my lower belly.

Desperate to get his attention, I loosen the grip I have on my dressing gown and let it fall in front me, exposing me once more. His dark brown eyes instantly meet mine again and it makes my insides flip.

I swallow down the lump in my throat, deciding to ignore the warning lights and sirens going off in my head that are telling me how terrible of an idea this is. But in this moment, I couldn't care less. I just want to feel wanted.

My hands find their way to my bra for a second time and unclasp it. I hold the cups of my bra against my breasts, a moment of hesitation washing over me but I shake that feeling away as I shake off my bra.

Joel goes very still and it feels good to know I'm having an effect on him, so I continue. My hands drop to my panties, my thumbs hooking on either side as I slowly slide them down my legs and step out of them.

I feel so empowered and in full control of the situation, which is exactly what I need right now. I turn around, grabbing my clean undies and slipping them on followed by my oversized tee. I walk to my window, wishing I could reach out to touch him but instead, I pull the curtains shut knowing I've already gone too far and put an end to whatever this is.

***

I've avoided Joel for two whole weeks since that night; not that it has been hard to do since he's definitely been avoiding me too. He hasn't even spared me a glance when we've passed by each other in our adjacent driveaways, oftentimes me going out and him coming home at the same time.

The anxiety of what I'd done was eating me up the first few days, worried that he'd tell my aunt about it. But the longer it's been, the more confident I feel that he's not planning on telling a soul. God, if anyone found out about my drunken mistake, it would completely destroy our family.

I've thought of countless of ways I could apologize to him but none seem good enough, worried it'll just make things more awkward; if that's even possible. Sometimes it's better to pretend like nothing ever happened and things will eventually fix by themselves with time. Yes...I just have to give it some time and it'll soon be a distant memory...

***

The chime of the doorbell distracts me from my current seated position on the sofa, one hand holding the book I've been reading and the other stroking my cat, Felix. I place the book next to me and cradle Felix in my arms like the little baby that he is and head to the door.

It's my aunt, Tess. "Hi hun, are you enjoying your weekend alone?" She extends an arm to rub Felix under his chin.

"Yeah, it's been nice having the house all to myself. Mum and dad won't be back until late Monday evening so I still have a couple of days of peace." I say, chuckling.

"That's great! Although I'm about to disturb that peace, but not for long. I promise! I just need a small favour." She cautiously smiles at me.

"As long as it doesn't involve screaming kids or maths, I'm happy to help." I respond lightheartedly.

"So, I ordered a couple of new sculptures of Athena and the delivery driver just dropped them off outside our door. He ran off before I could get the chance to ask him to help bring them in." She sighs.

"Oh my God, more Greek sculptures? You're obsessed! Don't you already have like 50? How do they all fit in the house?!" I say half-serious, half-laughing while I shake my head. For the past year, Tess has developed a fascination for Greek mythology and the house has basically turned into a museum of Ancient Greece.

"I know, I know." Tess replies, swinging her hands back and forth to dismiss my accusation. "Anyway, I've hurt my back so I can't lift anything and Joel needs another person to help him. Would you mind lending him a hand?"

"Yeah, sure." I somehow manage to say nonchalantly even though inside I'm screaming. The last thing I want to do is be near Joel but I can't tell Tess that. "I'll be out in a minute" I say, forcing a smile and nod my head as I step back into the house to slip into something more appropriate.

Once I've pulled my shit together and reassured myself that this isn't a big deal, I make the short walk over to their place. The door opens before I reach the steps, both Tess and Joel coming out at the same time. She places a quick peck on his lips before making her way to her car. "Just going to do some grocery shopping, I won't be long. And be careful with my sculptures!" She calls out as she shuts the car door after her.

I notice the silence between us immediately, fiddling my hands nervously. "Where do these need to go?" I ask as I point to the sculptures in front of me, desperate to be done with this as quickly as possible.

Joel doesn't hold my gaze however, and it makes me think that what happened is still bothering him. "One in the living room and one in the bedroom."

Once we've figured out how to carry the first one, we manage to place it in the living room with relative ease. The second one however is much trickier, needing to be carried all the way to the upstairs bedroom. I can feel myself building up a sweat but I try my best to keep my breathing steady. Once we reach the room, we set it down in its new spot. Not even a second later and I trip over my own foot, falling towards the direction of the sculpture. Joel is there before I know it, one hand holding Athena and the other steadying me. The feel of his arm around me feels different to any other time we've hugged, I notice.

"That was close." He says, pulling back once I've got both feet on the ground.

"It was. Thank you. Tess would kill me if anything happened to it." I exhale, widening my eyes in horror at the thought of breaking the sculpture.

"And I'd be right there with you too. She can be a scary woman when she wants to be." He jokes, an uneasy smile on his face.

"I'm sorry." I blurt out as I fix my gaze on the sculpture rather than Joel.

"Don't worry about it, nothin' broke so we get to live another day." He shrugs his shoulders as his hands rest on his hips and laughs.

"Not about that...I'm sorry about what happened that night. I was drunk and it was wrong of me." I find myself saying before I can stop myself, the guilt finally getting to me.

The grin on his face immediately drops and I brace myself for what he has to say.

"It was a fucked up thing to do and it's best that we forget about it." He says, his tone razor sharp.

"I know and for that, I sincerely apologize." His words sting even though I know they shouldn't. I mean, he didn't look away either. It can't just be all on me, he could've easily left. He had plenty of opportunity to do so.

"You put me in a really uncomfortable position. What would Tess say if she found out? What would your parents think?" His brows are furrowed together in anger and I regret ever bringing it up.

"I-I wasn't in a good place mentally and I definitely wasn't sober but I don't think it's fair to put all the blame on me." I defend, shaking my head.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "And who should share the blame? Me?"

It's my turn to furrow my brows, not liking where this conversation is going. "Well, yeah. You clearly didn't dislike what you saw. You could've left at any time."

"I think you should leave." He responds firmly, crossing his arms.

"You don't have to tell me twice." I scowl. Turning on my heal, I strut out of the room and slam the door shut behind me. Regret fills my chest, not for my drunken striptease, but for my stupid attempt at apologising to that asshole.

*** He tries to apologise to me twice this week but I blank him both times. He tells me that Tess noticed something has been off with us and confronted him about it. He told her it's because he yelled at me when I almost broke one of her statues and now I'm mad at him. That's the only reason he wants to apologise, so that everything seems normal in front of everyone else; not because he's genuinely sorry. So no, I'm not ready to forgive him that easily.

***

I'm having one of those late night closet clear outs, deciding whether my denim midi skirt is staying in the keep pile or the donation pile when my phone rings.

My breath hitches as the name of last person I thought would be calling me right now pops up on the screen. At first I think it might be a mistake, but as it rings for the fourth time, I have to decide whether to answer or ignore it.

He's never called me this late before and the curiosity takes over, so I swipe the green button on the screen and put the phone to my ear.

"Joel?" I ask hesitantly, even though I know it's him calling.

"Can we talk?" His voice low on the other end of the line.

"I'm busy right now." I reply, finally tossing the skirt I've been holding to the keep pile.

"No, you're not. I can literally see you in your bedroom." With that, I turn around and look up. Lo and behold, Joel is standing in front of his office's french doors and he's looking right at me.

"What do you want?" I ask, my heartbeat increasing tenfold.

I watch as his hand trails up his shirt, his fingers starting to unbutton it from the top.

"Tell me to stop at anytime, and I will." He whispers as I stand there completely dumbfounded.

Once his shirt is unbuttoned, he shrugs it off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor behind him. It exposes his soft chest and belly, and I can't take my eyes off of him.

His hands move on to his belt, swiftly removing it from his jeans and popping open the button. He stops just before he pulls his zipper down and I feel a pang of disappointment until I hear his voice once more.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks simply, as if he hasn't just asked me such an incongruous question.

I shake my head from side to side ever so slightly, it's barely noticeable.

"I need you to use your words darlin'" He's looking at me intently and it makes me feel lightheaded.

I don't want to say it out loud but if I-

"Don't. Don't stop." I surprise myself at how sure I sound, not realising how badly I've wanted this since I exposed myself to him until this very moment.

I notice his chest contract as he exhales in relief; Like he was hoping I'd want this just as much as he does.

He continues then, removing his jeans completely and takes a seat on the chair behind him while still facing me.

"Your turn." It takes me a minute to process what he's saying. He wants to see me naked. Again. Part of me questions whether this is a prank but the part of me that has secretely wanted to do this since forever decides to push the doubts aside.

I hesitate only for a second before I remember that I've done this before and he's already seen my exposed body, and then I strip down to my underwear - just like he has.

His hand reaches inside his boxers and he begins to stroke himself. My panties are soaked within seconds. His breathing becomes shallow as he increases the speed of his hand on his member. My hand is on my breast, squeezing it hard as my thumb and index finger stroke my nipple.

"Touch yourself." He orders and I immediately oblige, my hand gliding from my breast to my soft tummy and finally underneath my panties. I hiss as my fingers touch my bundle of nerves, making circular motions. I'm already so wet at the sight in front of me that it doesn't take long for me to slide my fingers through my contracting walls. I pump my fingers with the same rhythm that he strokes his cock as I close my eyes to imagine that it's him inside of me. It feels so good and yet it's not enough, but I know that this is going to be as good as it's ever going to get. This won't ever happen again. I shake those thoughts away and decide to savour the present moment.

Opening up my eyes again, my gaze is back on Joel. His mouth is parted lightly and his eyes are half shut as his head rests on the back of his chair. His movements under his boxers become more frantic and I know he's close. It drives me to go faster and I yelp as I unexpectedly hit a sweet spot, "Fuck!"

"Keep going baby." He urges me on as he grunts in pleasure. My eyes shut tightly and I bite my lower lip, fastening my pace which causes squelching sounds from my dripping pussy.

"Atta girl." He praises, seemingly satisfied by the sounds travelling through the phone.

I whimper in pleasure as I feel the orgasm build inside of me. I stare back at Joel who lets out a "Fuck" at the same moment that I do. We both come apart together, moaning and whimpering in unison; creating a sweet melody of pleasure.

I never, in a million years, thought that I would ever get the chance to see and hear him coming undone but it's the most mesmerizing thing I've ever witnessed.

"Am I forgiven?" He asks once his breathing has returned to normal.

"I think you already know the answer to that." I say, as a smile creeps up on my damp face.

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Thank you for reading! I'd love it if you let me know your throughts <3 (Uuumm personally, I would jump straight through that goddamn window and onto his lap...fuckkkk)

Lots of love, Elki xoxo

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animasola86 · 6 months

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Mine!

Notes: This works as a stand-alone one-shot, but it's technically a continuation of It belongs to me (which is a continuation of The Horny Ghost). Enjoy!

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc

Genre: Smut

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Possessive!Seb. Bathtub sex. More sex. Oral sex. Facesitting.

Word count: 6.5k

Synopsis: Sebastian's girlfriend is a bit of a nymphomaniac. And he is not complaining. Or is he?

Warning: There is smut under the cut aka horny teenagers having sex! Read at your own risk!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

Mine

Sebastian couldn't believe his eyes. There she was, floating on her stomach in the large basin of the Prefects' Bathroom, her perfectly plump arse cheeks breaking through the water surface as if they were taunting him as she splashed about completely oblivious to his presence.

It wasn't the sight of her naked body that enraged him but the reason why he was seeing her like that. Because others had seen her too. He had been on his way to the Great Hall when those snickering fifth-years came the opposite direction, laughing and sneering about this girl enjoying herself in the bathroom, without locking the door, without covering herself, one even said she had winked at them.

Despite there being many girls, he had known immediately who they were talking about. Among all the girls there was only one who would do this: his own girlfriend. Having a very sexually active and not at all modest or coy girl by his side sure had its advantages, but unfortunately he couldn't spend every single minute of the day with her and when he didn't, she had the tendency of ending up in situations he then had to hear about from other students.

It had started when she had pleasured herself in front of a ghost and that hadn't been the end of it. She was just insatiable. And while he loved that about her more than anything, he couldn't help but feel very angry when she would share the beauty that was her body with others.

She was his, for crying out loud, and no matter how often he would figuratively drill (or quite literally fuck) that into her, she kept having these little accidents as she would call it: exposing herself in public, because oh no the wind, or bending over and forgetting she hadn't put on any underwear that day, or stretching a little too far causing the buttons of her shirt to almost pop.

And while the horny boys lusted over those incidents, the girls who witnessed them started to slag her in the most heinous ways, and when he first heard one of them referring to her as that needy nymph or the school's slut he had lost it (there was only one who was allowed to call her that, him, and he wouldn't even say it to her face). He had tried to talk to her, but she hadn't cared one bit – another reason why he loved her so much. She just didn't care what others thought about her. But she was playing with her reputation and he really didn't want her to jeopardise that.

Luckily the professors either ignored the rumours or didn't care, because despite it all, she was an excellent student and always exceeded expectations in anything she did. And maybe she did these risky things because she would be bored otherwise. Classes came too easy for her and he just knew she needed the thrill. He tried to satiate her hunger, he really did, but as they were from different houses and his roommates weren't the welcoming sort, there were times when he just couldn't be there for her.

Sebastian was here now though and after watching her for a while, how she floated about, steam and soap bubbles clouding the air, her body glistening under the large candle-lit chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and how she presented those curves... He sighed deeply, turned away and locked the door with a flick of his wand, before he stepped closer to the edge of the pool-sized tub and cleared his throat.

“Forgot to lock the door, darling?” he said loud enough for her to hear over the constant rushing of bath water spurting from the various taps lining the sides.

He watched her spin around and where there had been the plump curves of her arse were now the taut mounds of her breasts poking through the water surface, before she took a quick dive and emerged closer to the edge, her wet hair stuck to her head as she looked up at him with a sultry smile.

“Oh hello Sebastian,” she greeted him and grabbed the edge as she lifted herself up on her arms, her arse breaking through the surface once more as she squeezed her breasts between her arms and seductively splashed her feet about. “Fancy seeing you here...”

He gave her a grunt and crouched down to meet her eye level, his hand closing around her jaw as he pushed his mouth against hers for a quick but heated kiss. “Do I even have to say anything?” he then said quietly and raised his eyebrows.

She frowned innocently. “What do you mean?”

“Don't play coy, love,” he said with a dark grimace.

Her eyes wandered over his face as she eventually pushed herself out of the water and sat down on the edge, water running down her skin in thick rivulets. Then she sighed. “Who had the pleasure of seeing me now, hm?” she teased and smirked at him as she put her hands through her hair to push it out of her flushed face.

“I should be the only one who has the pleasure of seeing you like this,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowed. “Not some horny fifth-years gloating about it on the Grand Staircase.” He sighed then and looked down, shaking his head. “You have to stop being so carefree...”

“I was just bathing!” she said in slight defiance. “That's what this bathroom is for, isn't it?”

“People usually lock the door when they occupy it, you know?”

“Boring people,” she remarked and rolled her eyes, looking away as she inhaled deeply, her breasts moving slightly under the motion. For a moment he was a little distracted as he took in her tiny frame, his hands itching to touch her and feel those curves under his rough fingers.

“Love, you can't keep doing that. You might get expelled...” he whispered, genuinely concerned.

She scoffed and shook her head, water drops flying everywhere. “Rubbish!” she exclaimed. “I've never even gotten detention for any of this!”

“Because it's usually me who gets detention whenever I indulge in your desire to fuck somewhere in the hallway,” he said with a smirk. “I am the disturber of peace, and gladly so, because you don't deserve the punishment. But seeing your reputation get dragged down like this... I think that's worse than getting detention.”

“I don't care,” she muttered, before she looked back at him, chewing on her lip. “You know I don't...”

He sighed and raised a hand to gently caress her cheek. “I know,” he confirmed. “But it hurts hearing those other girls call you... slut or whore or... nymph...” It hurt saying those words out loud as well and he saw her flinching at them, yet she didn't say anything and looked away.

“What if I am... a nymph?” she whispered then and he saw her eyeing the large mural on the wall depicting a mermaid on a rock. “Not just this... nymphomaniac girl everyone seems to talk about, but a real nymph? Perhaps I am part-mermaid!” She looked back at him and grinned, and he rolled his eyes.

“Sure you are,” he said dismissively and moved his hand over her wet hair. “You can be anything you want.”

She turned towards him then, kneeling in front of him, her hands finding his hard face as she stared directly into his eyes, her lips parted and trembling slightly.

“Then let me be this insatiable girl who is very comfortable with her body and who can't stop thinking about what to do next with her equally insatiable boyfriend!” she whispered and moved closer, her hot breath ghosting his skin.

He licked his lips and watched how her eyes wandered down his face, before he closed the distance between them and smacked his mouth to hers, kissing her hungrily. Her hands dug into his hair as she pulled him closer and he swayed on his heels, threatening to fall over the edge of the pool.

“Unlock the door, Sebastian,” she whispered against his lips, a dark gleam in her eyes. “Let them see...”

He held her gaze for a moment, breathing slightly heavier already. In the end he let her decide and handed her his wand without saying anything. She smiled at him and leaned past him before he heard a quiet clicking sound. When she looked back at him, the smirk only grew and suddenly he felt his clothes disappearing around him, leaving him crouching completely bare in front of her.

Her eyes moved down his body appreciatively and she licked her lips when she poked his growing arousal with the tip of his wand. “Look who's happy to see me,” she laughed and stood up, putting his wand carefully on a nearby stack of fresh towels.

Groaning deeply, he got up as well and watched her move her slender body along the large room, her hips swaying invitingly as her fingers slid over any surface that came her way while she traversed the steam filled space with confidence.

“So where do you want me?” she asked sultrily. “On this dresser? Against the wall? On the floor like the dirty animals that we are?” She touched a few taps and differently coloured water spurted from them, filling the large basin with more and more foam and the air with soap bubbles.

“Get in the water,” he said gruffly and after exchanging a dark gaze with her, he simply dove into the tub head first and emerged with a loud inhale on the other side, his hands finding the edge as he looked up at her, her entire body on display for him from this angle. She put her hands on her hips and walked closer to him, smiling seductively, her legs crossed as she stood, before she made a show out of uncrossing them, giving him a quick glance at her beautiful pussy. He bit the inside of his cheek and worked his jaw.

Before he could lose himself and just drag her in himself, she jumped over him and landed arse first in the bath behind him, splashing water and foam everywhere. She emerged with a laugh and they finally found each other in a heated tangle of limbs as she threw herself at him. Their mouths collided and he kissed her with a new born hunger that quickly left him light-headed and wanting so much more.

His hands were all over her as he groped at her hips and grabbed her rear and teased those cheeks apart. She moaned into his mouth, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she clung onto him. Somehow he ended up sitting on the steps leading into the vast basin, leaving him submerged to his shoulders, while she floated against him, her arse breaking through the water surface as he held her by her plump cheeks with nimble fingers teasing at her holes, still kissing her breathlessly, while her hands had found his cock and worked on him relentlessly.

Their heated and unfiltered noises, moans and groans and grunts and whimpers, could be heard loud and clear over the rushing of water and bubbling of foam and a small part of him wanted a bunch of fifth-years to walk in on them and not only see his beautiful girlfriend like this, but also see him holding her with his big hands, claiming her mouth and body possessively. He wanted them to see who this nymph belonged to.

As he felt himself tensing up under her ministrations, he grabbed her waist and pushed her body underwater and right on top of his lap. She broke from his lips then and watched him breathlessly, before she positioned herself right against his already twitching cock and due to the warm water surrounding them or the state of their aroused bodies, he slipped into her tight pussy easily until he felt himself buried deep within her.

Holding her firmly against him, he moaned into her mouth as her hands grabbed his face in support, her hot breath ghosting his flushed skin. It took him only a few upward snaps of his hips, until he shot his load right into her and it was almost a shame to know that his seed would be lost to the bath in no time.

As if reading his mind, she suddenly grabbed the edge of the tub and lifted herself up, her chest rubbing against his face as she struggled to get her footing, before she turned around and sat on the tiled edge of the bath, her legs spread and fragments of his cum dripping out of her clenching hole.

He stood then and turned to her, quickly resuming his grip on her waist before he changed his mind and made her turn around until she was lying on her stomach, her legs floating in the water around him as he stepped between them. Grabbing her arse cheeks and parting them eagerly, he didn't wait long to push his cock back into her, using his own cum as lubricant as he drove himself as deep as possible.

Her moans echoed off the walls of the room and he saw her stretching her arms out to hold onto a nearby towel rack. As he was still standing on the steps of the tub, and quite unsteadily so, he decided to crawl out of it and over her, pushing her forward on the slippery floor with his hips, prodding his cock deep against her cervix as he did so. She gasped and pulled herself over the floor to help him find space to adjust to the new position.

He grabbed her waist and lifted her rear up slightly, parting her legs wider as he settled between them. She shivered from either the colder air hitting her wet skin or his slow, but steady thrusts as he started moving against her, before he quickly fell into a rapid rhythm of driving his cock all the way into her to almost retreating entirely to repeat the same motion with as much fervour as he could muster. Which was a lot.

Now they had really become the dirty animals that they were as he took her on the floor, his pelvis slamming against her arse with loud slapping noises that mixed with their moans and groans and the occasional squeak as her hands slipped over the wet floor in a desperate attempt to hold onto anything as he pounded into her relentlessly. He could feel her walls clenching around him almost painfully and it only made him move faster and harder against her until she shuddered and cried out loudly, the tremors of her orgasm vibrating through his cock, causing him to come right after her.

He gave her one last final thrust that would have skidded her over the floor if he didn't have a death grip on her waist, and buried himself deep inside her tightly clenched pussy, releasing his seed right into her womb, and even though he knew she took those contraceptive potions, he wanted to imagine that he had claimed her, made her his, by filling her to the brim with his cum that would one day make a tiny human grow inside her beautiful body. And it would be his and his alone.

With a deep grunt he collapsed on top of her, feeling her gasp at the sensation of his weight pushing her to the hard floor. His hands moved up to caress her hair as he cradled his arms around her head and kissed her cheek. She was breathing heavily beneath him and for a moment they were lulled by the sounds of the water rushing into the tub and foam bubbling out of the taps.

“Never change,” he whispered hoarsely and brushed his lips against hers as she turned her head towards him, her eyes half-lidded. “You are the most amazing girl I have ever met and anyone who says otherwise is just a sad, miserable human being! I love you,” he concluded quietly and saw her lips forming one of those gorgeous smiles.

“I love you too,” she whispered back breathlessly and brushed those lips against his for a quick kiss.

He shifted slightly on top of her and leaned up on his arms to give her some room to breathe, and after pushing her rear against him once more, coaxing a moan out of him, she somehow managed to slip away from under him, before she turned onto her back and grabbed his arms to help her slip back into place, her cum dripping centre pressing against his spent and drooping cock.

“Come on, get cosy,” she offered with a smirk. “You don't actually think we're done here, right?”

Sebastian watched her with a raised eyebrow, before he grabbed his length and gave himself a few strokes, but she quickly touched his wrist, her fingers prying his away to do the task herself. Licking his lips he leaned back on his knees and watched her, and it didn't take long for him to get somewhat hard again.

Holding onto his cock, she shimmied closer to him, her legs snaking past his hips as she wrapped them around him and crossed her feet behind him, pulling herself right against him, before she guided his tip to her entrance and with a slow tilt of her hips pulled him into her tight warmth once more. Inhaling deeply he felt himself sinking into her, held comfortably by her clenching walls.

Her fingertips brushed against his lower stomach and upwards over his abdomen, grazing the tight muscles, as she just lay there in front of him, his cock coming back alive inside her while she just seemed to enjoy the feeling of having him so close. He watched her in nothing but awe and admiration, stunned by her bold moves and her beauty, until she started sharing her thoughts with him.

“You know what I've been thinking about?” she whispered quietly, drawing circles on his stomach. She didn't give him time to answer or think as she added: “Threesomes.”

His eyes went wide, before they narrowed darkly. “What?”

“Yes, who could we invite for a night of fun? What do you think?” she asked, licking her lips as she shifted slightly against him, deliberately clenching her walls around his cock.

“Nobody,” he immediately responded. “I'm not sharing you with anyone!”

Her eyes met his and she gave him a pout. “Why not?”

“Why not?” he repeated, his voice louder and angrier than he had anticipated. “Because you are my girlfriend, mine! I can barely stand the thought of other people looking at you, and you expect me to let some ugly bastard touch you? Forget it!”

“He wouldn't have to be ugly,” she teased and smirked at him. “But I'd be so curious to know what another cock would feel like...”

Her words sank into his heart like a thousand needles. “Am I not enough for you?” he asked, his voice dangerously quiet, as he forced himself to remain as calm as possible even though his mind was racing and the emotions boiled just beneath the surface.

She blinked then and her face fell, before she sat up and snaked one arm around his torso to hold herself up, her pelvis pushing firmer against his. “That's not what I meant!” she said quietly and cupped his face with her free hand. “You know I love your cock and I would never want to part with it!” she said quickly and to underline her words, she shifted against him, pushing him in deeper. “I was just curious what another would feel next to yours!”

She only made it worse, although he switched from being sad and jealous to downright angry and disgusted. “Next to mine? As in... buried inside you with me? You want to have two cocks in your pussy, is that it?”

She blushed at his blunt words, but nodded slowly.

“Sorry, love, not going to happen. I'd have to be very close with whoever bloke you decide on. Like, very close, and I don't feel too comfortable doing that with any other guy...” he told her and clenched his jaw, feeling his dick shrinking just at the thought of that.

She chewed on her lips. “What about Ominis? He wouldn't even be able to see you --”

“No!” he exclaimed firmly. Her train of thought caused his head to spin. He never wanted to think about things like this, no matter how much he wanted to satiate and satisfy his girl, but getting his best friend involved was taking it a lot of steps too far.

“Okay,” she whispered after a moment of silently staring at him. “Okay, forget I said anything...”

He inhaled sharply and looked down at where they were connected. Suddenly he was filled with doubts and guilt and everything inside him was fighting. He wanted her to himself, but he also wanted to make her the happiest girl alive. But sharing her like that? He couldn't do it, not even with Ominis...

The worst part was that her idea was not new to him. He had thought about sharing her with the blond boy once before, right at the beginning of getting to know her better when he had found out that she had impacted the other boy's life just as much as she had his. Yet in the end she had chosen him, Sebastian, and he had never thought about it again. And he wouldn't start now.

“I'm sorry,” he said quietly, his eyes wandering over her flushed face as she stared at his chest, not even meeting his eyes any more. He noticed a wave of goosebumps rushing over her skin. “Come on, love, don't give me the silent treatment! That was a lot to ask, you know?” he tried turning the guilt train around.

She sighed, before she looked back up at him. “What about Jackdaw?” she then mused and he couldn't help but open his mouth in nothing but shock and indignation. The nerve of that woman! She couldn't just drop the topic, she had to bring him into it as well.

“Are you serious?” he exclaimed angrily and narrowed his eyes, his hands grabbing her waist tightly, possessively bruising her skin. She winced slightly, but held his gaze.

“Please, just try to think about it, okay? At least you wouldn't have to touch him!” she explained, her voice almost pleading.

“You realize that bastard doesn't even have a dick?” he said loudly and stared at her. “He is a fucking ghost!”

She blushed at that and pursed her lips, but kept staring at him. “He does and I'd still feel it and we could simulate it with one of my toys and he'd be there... to make it feel better...” she explained with her voice barely audible now. She even looked away as she spoke.

He listened intently, every word making it so much darker inside his head. “He didn't just watch, did he?” he concluded eventually, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows furrowed. “You told me he just watched as you pleasured yourself!”

“He did!” she quickly replied and placed her shaking hands on his tense chest. “But he also --”

“No! No, don't tell me! You fucked him after all, didn't you?” he yelled and pushed her hands away, then grabbed her thighs to unclench her from around his waist.

With a not so gentle shove, he brought more distance between them as he pulled out of her and got to his feet quite unsteadily, anger and exertion making his legs tremble.

He left her sitting on the floor, her legs wide open and her mouth just as agape as she watched him with her eyes watering and her lips quivering, before he started pacing the steam filled room, shaking his head. “I can't believe it...”

“Sebastian...” she whispered, her voice shaking as much as the rest of her body.

He stopped then and stared at her. “Well, tell me the truth then. What exactly did he do, huh?”

She looked at him and when the first tear dropped from the corner of her eye, he felt bad, but still too angry to do anything about it. “It was like I told you... he watched me play with my toys... asked me to... stuff my pussy... and take a look at it... and then he --” Exhaling loudly, she lowered her gaze, her fingers moving mindlessly over her wet folds. “He just hovered above me, really. He didn't touch me, he can't, you know that, it was just pretend... but you know what it feels like to get in contact with a ghost... all cold and tingly? Well, it did feel nice on my hot skin... I have to admit...”

Her words made his skin crawl, and not in the pleasant way that she had described just now. Closing his eyes for a moment, he took a deep breath, trying to contain the rage he felt. “So you... pretended to have somebody else's dick in you and it felt nice?” he repeated with his voice low and threateningly quiet. His jaw was starting to hurt from being so tense.

When she looked up at him, her eyes were dark and full of defiance, despite the tears rolling down her cheeks. “You said it was my body and that I could do whatever I want with it! And I did! What is your problem?” Her voice had gotten louder and he saw her shaking badly as she clenched her hands into fists.

“You lied to me...” he muttered darkly and he saw how his words hit a mark as her face fell right in front of him, all emotion gone at once. All but guilt.

She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees, averting his gaze once more. “I didn't mean to...” she said after a long moment of the worst silence that might have ever been between them.

He felt his own anger deflating slowly. This was the second time he had been jealous of the same fucking ghost and he had told himself before that there was absolutely no reason, because in the end it was him, Sebastian, who would be able to touch and feel the girl on the floor in front of him. That was, if he didn't push her away completely.

Inhaling deeply he knelt down next to her, his hand gingerly brushing against her thigh before he gently grabbed one of her hands. “I know you have needs,” he started then, his voice as soft as he could possibly make it sound. She chose to not look at him still. “And I would never blame you for them. I meant what I said, it is your body and you can do whatever you want with it. And I suppose... you did and that bastard – Jackdaw – just used you like that. You can't possibly push off a ghost and I bet he wouldn't take no for an answer.”

He saw her stirring at that, her lips pressed together tightly. “But I... I can understand that it might have... felt good in that situation as well. I know you can lose yourself in lust sometimes and I don't judge you for it...” He gave a short chuckle. “Hell, that's one of the many reasons why I love you so much.” He took a deep breath. “Darling, I'm sorry. My emotions got the better of me... and that's probably why you didn't tell me, right?”

She finally looked at him, her features slightly more relaxed than before. The skin around her eyes was red and puffy and there was still a wet shine to her gaze, but when she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and looked him over, he knew she had already forgiven him yet again. He raised his free hand to cup her face and wipe at her wet cheek.

“How can I make up for it?” he asked quietly and brought his face closer to hers. “And please don't ask me to fuck a ghost with you!”

She grimaced at him and exhaled loudly through her nose. “Just... hold me?” she then asked, her voice strained and hoarse.

He obliged immediately and pulled her into a tight embrace, pressing her shivering body against his as he rested his chin on top of her head. She relaxed slowly as she melted against him. “I hate fighting with you...” he said quietly and kissed her wet hair.

“Me too...” she muttered under her breath. “And I'm sorry as well...” she then added, issuing a sniffling sound as she buried her face under his arm. “I know my request was... ridiculous. No, uncalled for even. I don't need another cock in me, I only need yours! I suppose my... hormones got the better of me.”

He chuckled at that and rubbed her back gently. For a moment they just stayed like this, a pile of limbs on the floor, his heart relaxing more and more the longer he held her. And his mind went back to happier places. “You know what's one good thing about having arguments?”

She looked up then, peeking her head out of his bear hug, her eyes sparkling.

“Make-up sex,” they both said in unison and laughed right after.

With his arms around her, he fell the short distance to the floor and rolled around a little until she was on top of him, their mouths already smacked together in a hungry kiss. “Where were we?” he grunted against her lips as she gripped his hair tightly and started grinding her hips against his groin.

“Where we belong,” she whispered and showered his face with hurried kisses before she moved down to his neck and along his chest until she closed her hand around his cock and focused all her attention on his growing length. “Where I belong...”

He inhaled deeply and crossed his arms behind his head as he watched her with a wide smirk. She didn't waste a single second before she had closed her lips around his tip and gave him a hard suck, coaxing those noises out of him that echoed loudly off the tiled walls of the bathroom. With her eager fingers massaging his balls, she dove down on him hungrily, the slurping sounds music in his ears.

Quickly forgetting about or at least suppressing anything that had happened earlier, his head was so full of static, he probably would have agreed to anything if she would have asked him in that moment. Luckily she didn't, luckily her mouth was too full to articulate any ridiculous requests. To keep it that way he reached out one hand to gently but firmly grab her hair and push her down onto his cock until she let out a gurgling sound.

He loosened his hold when she pinched his balls in retaliation, and he gave her a strained laugh as she looked up at him with dark eyes, her lips still strained around his girth. Winking at her, he accepted the rolling of her eyes as she continued to suck him off as if she was clearly starved and in dire need of his seed.

It took her only a few more moments of working her hand against him and pressing her tongue along his shaft and hollowing her cheeks around him, and when she lowered her head to let him hit the back of her throat, gagging deliciously around him, he felt his cock twitching and his balls tightening and then he came right down her throat. He groaned loudly and leaned his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as he bucked his hips against her, coaxing a few whimpers out of her, before he felt her leaning back, coughing slightly.

He looked at her then, her lips swollen, and when she opened her mouth for him, he saw the thick white substance on her tongue before she swallowed hard and made it disappear. That alone would have driven him off the edge yet again if he hadn't already blown his load into her. Grunting in delight, he watched her going back down on him, licking up the few rogue drops of cum on his stomach and thighs, before she licked along the pulsating veins of his cock, teasing his tip yet again.

“I think it's my turn now,” he said hoarsely and leaned up on his elbows, licking his lips in anticipation. She smirked at him, already knowing what he wanted to ask of her. Of course she had the same idea and she quickly clambered over him, and when he lay back down, she positioned her knees on either side of his head, before she lowered her centre right onto his face.

He grabbed her waist and held her in place as he dove nose first into her heated slit, taking a deep breath before he started lapping at her lower lips. She shuddered on top of him, moaning softly. He kept pushing his tongue through her folds, teasing his nose against her clit and causing her thighs to twitch against him, eager to just smother him once she reached a certain point.

Before she did, he snaked one arm around her leg, holding it in place while his other hand moved along the curves of her arse, squeezing and kneading her cheek possessively, with his fingers teasing her from the other side. She squirmed on top of him, barely able to hold her weight up, but he didn't care, he even pulled her closer to push his tongue deeper into her warmth until he moved the muscle past her entrance, really getting a taste of that sweet pussy.

He was light-headed and breathless, but he didn't stop his ministrations until she moaned louder and louder, her body shuddering on top of him, and only then did he move his mouth to her previously unattended clit. As soon as he pulled the soft bundle of nerves between his lips, she cried out and twitched badly, her thighs pushing together with a force that he could barely balance with his arm still holding her.

He licked and sucked her little nub with everything he had and when she came, it hit him right in the face. Closing his eyes, he kept going, relishing the fight she fought on his face, her body spasming wildly and her noises somewhere between helpless cries and lustful moans as she pushed her pelvis firmer against him, grinding mindlessly on his face as he kept pushing his tongue against her clit, while also lapping at her juices and sucking on her lips.

When he snaked his hand around and pushed one finger into her tightly clenched pussy and curled it just right, she screamed in pleasure and almost toppled off of him, but he held her tightly and kept stimulating her in all the ways he knew.

Another orgasm rolled over her and she jerked her hips against him and almost knocked him out with her pubic bone as she forced herself firmer into his face. Yet he kept licking and sucking and pushing until she all but wailed and collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily as all the fight left her body, leaving her a boneless whimpering mess that was still trying to smother him.

He eventually grabbed her waist and rolled her around, lying her gently on her back as he started showering her soft body with kisses. “Mine,” he groaned quietly as he kissed the subtle blush of hair above her pussy, then moved upwards. “Mine,” he told her stomach, imagining all the times he had filled her with his seed. “Mine, mine, mine, mine!” he repeated, kissing her ribs and between her breasts, before he moved to the soft mounds themselves.

He paid extra attention to them as they practically jumped right into his mouth with her chest rising and falling so fast. His tongue circled around her hard nipple while his hand found the other breast, kneading it firmly and rolling the pert bud between his fingers. She moaned and whimpered beneath him, her eyes closed, and nothing but pure bliss on her pretty face.

Once he was done and satisfied with handling her breasts, he gave them each another peck, whispering “Mine...” again and moved on to nibble on her neck next. There he kissed and licked and sucked on her soft flesh, teasing her pulse, grazing his teeth over her skin before sinking them playfully into her neck, leaving love bites and actual bite marks all along the slender column, big enough for everyone to see.

Before he moved to her face, he placed his hand around her throat and squeezed gently, coaxing a surprised moan out of her as her eyes fluttered open. Holding her neck firmly he pushed his mouth onto hers and kissed her demandingly, until she had to raise a hand and helplessly scratch her fingernails over any skin she could find to make him stop, and when he leaned back, she was gasping for air and all but glared at him.

He smirked at her and gave her a more gentle kiss, letting go of her throat as well, as he cupped her face with both hands and closed his lips around hers as softly as he was able to in his aroused state. She whimpered against his mouth and somehow her hand found the back of his neck as she pulled him closer with the tiniest of tugs, and he obliged, deepening the kiss with his tongue invading her mouth forcefully.

She seemed still too shaken to kiss him back at the same pace, so he went easy on her and eventually rolled onto his side and pulled her against him, one arm snaked around her neck, the other resting on her arse as he kissed her lazily, equally as breathless by now. “Who do you belong to?” he groaned into her mouth in a low, dark voice.

“You,” she replied barely audible, her voice strained and breathy. “I belong to you, Sebastian...”

He smiled at her and let his tongue glide over her lips until he moved to her earlobe and nibbled on it playfully, softly humming into her ear to coax a few more whimpers out of her. “Yes, you do... all of you... never forget that...”

“Never,” she whimpered and leaned more against him, her hands caged between their chests.

“Good girl,” he whispered and gave her arse a solid smack that made her cry out against him. He only chuckled and bit down on her earlobe gently, knowing that she wouldn't stray from him any more after he was done with her. And he wasn't done with her yet.

They hadn't been caught yet despite the unlocked door to the Prefects' bathroom and he really wanted to push his luck today. And the boundaries of his girlfriend. She deserved as much.

End notes: This was so hard to finish, not because I didn't have enough ideas, but because I had too many! I could have continued this FOREVER! They would just never stop! But I had to end it somewhere, so here, I hope you can live with this rather open-ended ending. Sorry.

Also, uh, I kinda love writing possessive Seb and his feral, horny-all-the-time girlfriend. One day I'll write an innocent mc, I promise!

And on the topic of Possessive/Jealous!Seb I want you to take a look at this amazing artwork by @tamayula-hl - just look at it and melt away at how stunning and fitting this is! I was already in the middle of writing this one-shot when this was posted and I was just floored at the timing once again! Love it, please take a look!

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER - AO3

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow oneshot

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lemonlokkich · 1 month

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A Legendary throw

Legend wasn't mean.

Well, okay. He could technically maybe, perhaps come off as slightly rude sometimes. But it honestly was not his fault.

He was just emotionally inept.

Sadly, knowing you're emotionally stunted did not fix said ineptness either. Which left Legend where he was right now, staring down the worst man he's ever had the displeasure of meeting in his entire goddesses damned life.

Warriors.

Warriors and his stupid, really punchable face. The face of a man that was currently grinning while he not so very subtly put a snail inside of Legends bedroll, presuming said Legend couldn't see him.

This assumption was stupid, incredibly stupid. So stupid in fact that Legend couldn't help but openly gape at the man while he shuffled away from the scene of the crime, assuming himself to be the ever so smooth and unseen criminal as he viewed himself as right now.

Smug blond bastard.

Technically all of the Links here were some sort of variation of blond, with the exception of maybe Hyrule with his brunette hair and Legend with his original hair colour being a nice, lovely, decidedly NOT blond, shade of pink.

Well, before he bleached mostly all of it to prevent standing out like a cherry blossom among oaks, as said by his late uncle.

But this was not the point right now. The point right now was that Warriors was by far the most blondest, smuggest, punch worthy person in his life right now.

And he was going to do something about that.

Now, as a point stated previously above, Legend was quite emotionally stunted, curse of the heroes spirit or something or other. So, of course, one would naturally expect that in an effort to learn the skills of healthy communication between him and his brothers in arms he would calmly get up and talk to Warriors about how it's completely unethical to put snails in someone's bedroll.

Legend only did the first part though.

He slowly got up, bones cracking in the satisfying way they usually did and wandered over to where Warriors was standing, shoulders shaking ever so slightly in barely concealed giggles.

He was clearly very proud of himself.

“Warriors.” Legend said calmly, tapping his power bracelets together to activate them just in time before Warriors turned around to face him, expression smoothed out and casually cheerful instead of smug and cheeky and dumb-

“Legend! Brother! Comrad! Fellow hero under the triforce of courage! How are you? Did you need something?” Warriors said brightly, confidently, like nothing was wrong.

Legend took a deep breath, reached out to put his hands on the taller man's shoulders and smiled warmly back. “Yes actually, could you perhaps not scream?”

“Why would I scream?”

Legend proceeded to swiftly grab warriors, lift the man up above his head and throw him into the forest.

Warriors screamed.

Legend had a feeling that the W in Warriors maybe did indeed stand for Wuss that day.

If you want to read more silly stories of mine pay me a visit on my AO3 account; LemonLokkich. Thanks for reading!

#lu fanfiction #linked universe #lu legend #ficlet #lu fic #this is entirely unbeta'd #who cares though #this was like way too short to post on ao3 and then i remembered #i have a tumblr account #we win these #lu warriors #Theyre brothers your honour #honestly was fun writing tho #mild swearing #crack fic #crack

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freddie-77-ao3 · 7 months

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pjo characters as quotes

Thalia:

“I *Audible sigh* I really can’t believe I have to say this, but *another sigh* when someone tells you not to run down the stairs, you do not jump out the window. Thank you.”

"Legally all of us are dead except Percy, so sir, the cops are going to have a lot of trouble finding records of us.”

“For the love of Zeus? What love? He doesn’t have any, except for himself and power.”

Nico:

“As the only person here who did not, at one point or another, have a crush on Luke Castellan, I’m choosing where we’re eating today. And it's Mcdonalds.”

Travis:

“I have to wonder how many ping pong tables Clarisse has destroyed in her time at camp, oh wait no i don’t. The number is thirty-seven”

“I am a very good person, I just choose not to act on it.”

“Good fucking gods- wait no, the gods aren’t good. Uh, fucking gods. Yeah, that seems more accurate.”

Connor:

‘I have enough money to last for the rest of my life, but I have to die by tuesday.’

“I will pay a nickel for the first person to kill me. Please and thank you.”

“I’ve made a lot of bad decisions today. Most of them involve the soda machine at noodles and co.”

Clarisse:

“Oh, me? I’m the tooth fairy, here to steal your bones.”

“zeus may have fucked his way through the family tree but Percy's gonna fight his way through it.”

Clovis:

“Obviously he has harvesting god trauma, I mean: Titan of time, Goddess of Springtime/Queen of the Underworld, Kronide 2.0, Trip-oh something.. “ about nico (Kronos/Persephone/Demeter/Triptolemos)

Miranda:

“All of our most emotional, important, or depressing conversations happen over a ping pong or card game, and I’m not entirely sure that’s healthy.”

Chris:

“What am I? Well, personally I think of myself as human, but I suppose technically I’m only half human, so maybe just a being of pure chaos. As for why I’m on your lawn, I have no clue, sir.”

Cecil:

“Hold on, if I’m jewish, and you’re an atheist, then who’s going to acknowledge the god in the kitchen?”

Drew:

“What? Ignoring a situation? There is no situation and therefore I have nothing to ignore.”

“My fuck, do you remember that time when Miranda bought a parenting book, and then highlighted it and added names according to the issues everyone had? Say what you will about her, but that was the ultimate power move.”

Malcolm:

"I would say get a room but yours is the same as mine, please try to remember that."

"Morning? Sorry, that wasn't meant to be a question. I mean, I know it's morning. But I meant 'good morning'—"

Katie:

“You look delicious… i mean beautiful- wait, pretty? Handsome? Hot? Yeah. You look hot today.”

Percy:

“Who needs health? I have chicken nuggets.”

#pjo #incorrect quotes #clarisse la rue #percy jackson #katie gardner #malcolm pace #drew tanaka #cecil markowitz #chris rodriguez #clovis #miranda gardiner #travis stoll #thalia grace #nico di angelo #connor stoll

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whim-prone-pirate · 1 year

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The Moment Each Disruptor Realized Benoit Blanc Was Gay As Hell: A Masterpost

I wasn't kidding when I said I'd do it.

In chronological order...

HELEN

Though Helen isn't technically considered a Disruptor by the rest of the group, I personally believe she's the only real Disruptor among them. That's a different post. Obviously, Helen realized first, as she met Phillip before she met Benoit. I think she assumed at first she had been greeted by some sort of housemaid because Phillip was wearing an apron—Then she saw the sourdough starter. That sold it. She saw Benoit in his stupid little robe and was like Oh fucking of course.

LIONEL

Lionel was obviously studying Benoit on the dock before the Disruptors and Benoit boarded the boat. While Lionel doesn't have the greatest gaydar in the world, as in, he's not looking for it upon meeting most people, he was looking to pick up on anything upon meeting Benoit. Here's this strange dude that none of us know and didn't expect to be here, what's his deal? As Lionel is trying to pick up something from Benoit, Claire starts fangirling over Benoit's previous case about the ballet dancer and Benoit says, "I'm obviously familiar with you all as well—Governor, Dr. Toussaint... Miss Birdie Jay." The way he talks to Birdie and says her name... Lionel understood. Unfortunately, Birdie did not. At all.

PEG

Also not a Disruptor but she's so important to me. Peg is a lesbian. She clocked Benoit as soon as she saw his outfit and heard his accent, but she was absolutely sure of it when she saw how he reacted to the anti-covid throat spray.

MILES

Miles' moment was difficult for me to pin down, mostly because he's fucking stupid and there is certainly a chance that he never realized at all. But, for the sake of the post, let's say that Miles noticed something was different about Benoit when he pulled him aside into the Glass Onion to ask why Benoit was there. When Miles said, "Someone reset the box. They sent it to you as a gag," and Benoit was so shocked that he raised his hand to his chest like a southern woman clutching her pearls... Miles still didn't get it, he was so caught up in his upset. But, after the ordeal in the Glass Onion, off-screen and on his own time, Miles thought about the interaction again, specifically that exact moment that I mentioned, and had the realization. Miles is so full of himself that he thought he was a genius for realizing.

WHISKEY

Whiskey saw him wearing a matching top-and-bottom bathing suit and a little scarf thing in a pool and absolutely understood. She didn't care at all, but she understood. Benoit was also the only one to have an open glass while walking (WALKING) through the pool. While I can't say for certain, it looks like the drink itself is just iced water with a lime. I think Benoit is one of the only people there who isn't drinking alcohol at the pool. That's not very important but I think it just adds to his whole ensemble.

BIRDIE

Of course, Birdie was one of the last to realize, or at least get a little hint of it. She had been hitting on Benoit since the first time she spoke to him at the dock. But, the moment that he said, "I'm going to embarrass myself here; I adore Sweetie Pants. I live in mine," she never made a move on him again. I think, based on the name, Sweetie Pants is a feminine clothing line and Birdie likely intended for women to wear the pants. After Benoit admits to not only wearing them, but loving them, she finally backs off. Immediately after Benoit says that, Miles begins talking about Birdie's career, and Birdie kinda smirks and bumps her eyebrows while gesturing towards Benoit. This could be taken to be her reaction to Miles' praise of her, but given Birdie's character and the context in which Miles is talking about this, I think it makes more sense for this to be Birdie's reaction to Benoit being very obviously gay. She gestures to him, like, "Oh my God, he wears Sweetie Pants, that's so gay. Benoit is gay, guys, do you see what I'm seeing?" Yes, Birdie. They do see it. You were the last one to see it.

CLAIRE

Claire was hard for me to define as well. She was so caught up in Klear and the aftermath of Andi's trial leading up to Duke's murder that I really don't think she was paying enough attention to Benoit to actually get it. I honestly believe that the first time she ever thought about Benoit as a person instead of as a detective that she thinks is really cool is when she was drunk in the minutes leading up to Duke's death. She didn't talk much because Miles was making his speech and dancing with Birdie, so I think she was looking around the room, landed on Benoit, and was too buzzed to really think about it too hard, so she had the very fleeting, yet eloquent thought of, "He's... gay. Yeah." She always kinda knew in the back of her mind, ever since the dock, but never got the chance to think about it.

DUKE

Duke never realized. I think he was on the cusp of getting it every time he was in an area with Benoit since the pool scene, but he's so alt-right that he thought in his head, "Haha! Benoit's kinda weird. That's so gay," because we all know he uses gay as a playful insult, but he never actually considered it a possibility. Then he died. Womp womp.

This is the most important post I've ever made. I appreciate the three people who asked me to make it.

(inspired by @mylasttwobraincellsandi and their post about the sweetie pants scene)

#benoit blanc #miles bron #birdie jay #helen brand #andi brand #claire debella #lionel toussaint #duke cody #i can't tag whiskey and peg because they don't have last names #daniel craig #rian johnson #glass onion #knives out #glass onion spoilers #bbcu #benoit blanc cinematic universe #gay #real #masterpost

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ohitsjustgen · 3 months

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Gojo x Reader

"You don't want this and I know you don't, women can never hide their feelings well, can they?" He jokes which it immediately earns him a glare to which he holds up his hands defensively.

"Hold on sugar, it's for the good of our clans isn't it? I think we should think of it that way. You don't HAVE to love me but just pretend you do." The white haired man says while shrugging.

The two of you, being the next heads of your respective clans, have been forced into an arranged marriage. It was supposedly made to help "build bonds".

Your eyes are filled with fury at the mere word 'sugar'. You wanted to punch his smooth, pale face right then and there. But this idiot was necessary for the sake of your clan and it's future so, you had to hold back.

Gojo saw the look on your face and chuckled before reaching out his hand. You wanted to tell him to shove it but you knew it wasn't 'proper' so you reluctantly shook it.

"By the way, my names y/n not

'sugar'."

you say taking your hand back. The corner of his mouth tugged upward into a smirk.

"It's a habit of mines I suppose, although it's a cute nickname, is it not?" He teased not caring about the visible annoyance. In fact he finds your irritation amusing.

You walk away knowing that if this conversation continues for longer you would most likely burst into a fit of rage. While going into the kitchen you grab a cup of wine, a wine glass and a seat. You sit at the table and pour the maroon colored liquid till it reached the rim. Gojo, who is not too far behind, follows you into the kitchen and leans onto the modern fridge, eyeing your every movement. Despite his confident outward demeanor, his insecurities were starting to surface. The blue eyed man hoped this wouldn't be as difficult as everyone said it would be.

Usually all the girls would be gawking over him, and normally he would ignore them. He likes the attention. But you're the very first girl to have no interest in him whatsoever. Technically, this was forced, but who knows, maybe you can have a change of heart?

"So" you say finally breaking the silence.

"How long does this shit hole of a marriage last?" He raises his eyebrow at this question but response with:

"Until one of us dies, or breaks the agreement. Though if we play our cards right it'll be over in no time." He brushes his pure white hair back with his pale hand.

"Great now I have to deal with you for the rest of my life" You mumble under your breath and roll your eyes.

"The feeling is mutual" was his snarky reply. His lips curl up into a horrific grin.

"And besides, I don't bite~"

You shudder at his response. Directing your gaze away from his pearly white canines, You examine the man in his standing position, actually getting a good look at him this time. He was fairly tall, maybe 5'8? The only times you'll see him is when he had that black satin cloth over his eyes. You were amazing when you first gotten a glance at him. When your parents introduced each other. His eyes are a beautiful crystal blue. You've never seen any eyes like his before. Makes him stand out from the rest. But as you've learned before: All guys are the same.

"Hasn't your parents told you it's quite rude to stare?" Asks the man giving another snarky remark.

You avert your gaze and take a sip of your wine.

"So what exactly do we have to do?" You ask ignoring his question.

"Oh that's the easy part, you and I just have to pretend that we're madly in love in public and then I guess I'll try to win your favor in the privacy of our own space, simple as that" he says fiddling with his snowy white hair.

You get up from your seated position and take your glass with you. "So what I'm hearing is, I don't have to put up with your childish antics." You waltz into a spare bedroom and lock the door behind you.

Despite the situation at hand he found your outburst rather entertaining. He sits outside the room leaning his head against the door, waiting for you to eventually come out.

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It takes a few hours but you eventually come out to eat. You're just as stubborn as he thought you'd be.

"Ah, there you are darling, it took you long enough" the white haired man says dusting off his trousers.

You come out of the room completely changed. Wearing a hoodie and some shorts you found. Not something you'd usually wear but it'll do for now. Your hair, semi wet from when you took a shower, was the first thing Gojo touches as a sign of affection. Just to see if you'd allow it. Which you did.

"I'm just a bit hungry, I'm not out here for you" you say coldly

"Well that's fine, but it just so happens that I've already prepared a meal for you"

He takes your wrist and drags you to the kitchen.

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While Gojo places a plate in front of you filled with (your favorite dish) and a cold glass of water next to the plate, you both exchange glances.

"How do you know my favorite food?" You ask reluctantly

"I happen to know a lot about you y/n"

Well that took you by surprise.

First he calls you by your actual name and not some cringe nickname, and second he knows your favorite food?? Who is this guy?? Have you known each other before? Crossed each other's past? Who knows.

With a sly smile he gestures at your plate wanting you to eat. You weren't sure if you should be genuinely impressed or creeped the fuck out. The lack of information you've given him made you wonder how well he really knew you.

"Hm" was the only thing you hum as you brought the fork to your mouth, letting the food slide off the fork and onto your tongue

"Not bad, although it needs a little seasoning"

"So?, not bad for my first time?" He says grinning.

"Nope not bad, not bad at all"

A/N: Part 2 coming soon 🫶🏾

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i love you the most. sjy

pairing - jealous idol!jake x fem!reader

summary - your boyfriend, jake, gives you the silent treatment and goes onto reply fans on weverse so you try your best to get his attention by spamming on the app as well not knowing why he's being a big baby at the moment.

genre - pure fluff, nothing serious just playfulness

wc - 1.15k

a/n: it's literally a dream that i quite had a second ago and i'm writing this as soon as i woke up with my eyes half opened and all .. embarrassing really but i gotta keep the dream as a memory somehow so this is all just word vomit and what i could remember. not proofread. my read more button doesnt work on mobile T_T

cuddling against your boyfriend's chest in the middle of the living room trying to get comfortable on the leather couch, you watched him scroll through his phone giggling.

curious, you peeked a little and notice the weverse screen that you were familiar with. "would this be a cute reply?", jake flashed you his bright screen which made you squint a little as you read 'jakey loves you too' on the comment box that hasn't been sent out yet.

"why don't you ever reply to mine," you ask sulkingly but also meaning every word you had said because he's about to begin a mention party on weverse right now while you were both supposedly going to sleep.

jake ignored you and began the chaos that was about to blow his notifications up which made you start a mini tantrum going "aaaahhhhhh", "whyyy", and the occasional "jakeyyy" while lightly hitting on his chest to get his attention with him only giggling a little as a response but keeping his straight face a second later.

wanting an answer, you pulled out your own phone to enter the weverse app and joined the engenes in hopes to get the attention of your boyfriend on the internet too.

commenting all sorts of compliments, questions, stories you could ever think of at the moment which could beat the simple 'i love you jake' from an engene which started this entire thing.

"see, look this is my username", copying his movement earlier as you shoved your phone directly towards his face. "plus you've always known it- its the one that says 'jakeyismypuppy1115'.. i need a reply please please plea- don't make me snatch your phone right now to do it", whining even further as you shake his body which was almost falling off the couch if he wasn't supporting himself.

"jakeyyyyyy~ why won't you reply to me... i wanna show it off on my fan account on twitter too pleaaaaaswwe im about to off myself if you don't," earning another giggle from him however his face remained sterned after a light cough. "it's not funny," you tried to be serious, frowning at him.

"i won't reply to you." was all he had responded.

"wha.. why..", pushing yourself further away with your palm pressing on his chest to move yourself up.

jake removed his left arm which was supporting his head to type intensively into the weverse search bar more than ever before. "because what the hell is this," not thinking much of it, you glanced your eyes to his screen.

it was your profile with the recent post dated a few days ago, apart from this moment's fiasco of you trying to get jake's attention online, the post made you cringe a little after realising what it said.

"heeseung-ah, i love you the most ! i hope you eat well, rest well, and is always happy ! i love u sooo much ure my favorite. i'll always choose you ❤️"

he scrolled down a little more to show that heeseung, who is rarely online, had replied too. "heeseungie loves you too ☺️".

it took you awhile to process it a little, and it finally hit you that you made the post after watching a youtube compilation of your boyfriend's co-member which made you all happy inside as a fan and nothing more.

you didn't expect heeseung to reply to your post either. you were joyful that he did and bragged it on twitter, but it didn't stuck into your mind forever since you technically forgot it happened. jake's reply would matter to you more.

on heeseung's side however, he and all of the other boys knew of your weverse account from how jake would always reply to yours which raised some suspicion and later confirmed when jungwon saw the app left open on your phone with the profile flashing your username.

heeseung found the comment to be sweet and endearing, he loves you like the closest friend who has always been there for his bestfriend and the team even before debut.

your reminiscing thoughts were then killed by jake pouting at you with the post still up in your face.

"jakey.. i didn't mean tha- wait i did, i think heeseung deserves all the good things in life but i love you the most more than him," trying to comfort him, not caring about the app hybe created now.

he knew that you only meant well and was happy to know that you were a good person that likes his group as a whole.

jake, still determined with his plan in making you love him more than heeseung, even though you already do, continued sulking and crossing his arms away from you, staring into the silent tv.

you hugged him as tight as the koalas he had seen back in australia and a bunch of apologies + i love yous came running out your cute lips profusely.

your boyfriend wasn't budging at all which made you even more frustrated, you knew he was just being playful though from the countless of times he tried not to laugh.

giving up, you sat on the couch as he was still laying and proceeded to go over his body and walk to the kitchen in hopes to find heeseung somewhere eating ramen to prove jake that you were both just a couple of besties.

however the area was empty realising that the entire group left the two of you alone for some privacy, and that they would rather be outside than to see any form of pda.

your brain was wired to make milo, an australian chocolate drink, for your boyfriend as another cute form of "please love me and give me attention".

it was hard to reach the mugs knowing that riki purposely made it higher for laughs and gags. a little more and you'd be able to grab the spider-man mug that belonged to your baby jakey.

like any cliché, a hand made way to your waist as you felt your boyfriend's body lightly pressed against your back reaching for the cup that you were both eyeing for.

placing the blue spider-man mug in front of you with his right hand on your side fulling back hugging you now as he whispered, "i love you" with his soft lips touching the shell of your ear making you turn your head around from the tickling feeling.

with your body finally facing him, you cupped his cheeks and stared into his sparkly eyes. your thumbs grazing his soft skin and fingers moving his unkept fringe a little from the nap you both had in the afternoon, admiring all of his features before giving him a kiss.

not knowing that your phone was blowing up in the living room from the weverse notifications you were getting.

jakeyismypuppy1115

"i will make it my life's honor to love you forever, jake."

a post you made half an hour ago making sure beforehand to make it corny as possible so he would be pleasantly surprised, and of course to make a reaction out of your lovable boyfriend.

[ENHYPEN Weverse] Jake commented on jakeyismypuppy1115's post: "i love you more ❤️"

a/n: sorry u had to read all of that imo .. but aaa i swear i had a dream abt him bc i was watching his last en-log before bed.. i love u jake

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