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Showerhead 2 | mattheo riddle

pt. 2 — you can find pt. 1 here

summary: after you and mattheo had some fun in the shower, you two can‘t stop thinking about each other and that night. But who gives in first to sin again after a little jealousy?

words: 5,1k

warnings: heavy dirty talk again, cursing, making out, dry humping, teasing, controlling, praising, bj, unprotected p in v, shower, swallowing, legilimency (mind reading),

note: you don‘t have to read part 1 for this part but have fun if you want to

— in the great hall —

After that night in the shower 2 weeks ago, I couldn‘t stop thinking about it. I dreamed about it in my sleep, daydreamed about it in class and lunch while Hermione talked about some book we needed to read to understand everything in potions.

I hated it but everytime we crossed paths, he winked at me and I couldn't help myself but start blushing. As soon as I saw his face, I saw it between my legs.

"Y/n? Are you even listening?" Hermione says and shakes me a litte at my shoulder. "What? Yeah yeah of course, I'm gonna read it." They all look at each other before their eyes are on me again. "We were actually talking about how Cormac seems to have quite interest in you." Harry then continues.

I start laughing loud, looking at them as If each of them has 3 heads." What the hell are you talking about?" "Told ya she's not listening.." Ron says, raising his eyebrows as he bites into his toast.

"I thought he‘s interested in Hermione?" I ask as my laughter calms down a bit. "Harry heard him talking about how he would - well.. do certain things to you." My amused face turns into a disgusting one as I hear what Ron says.

"Yeah and guess who‘s got an invention to Slughorn‘s dinner?" Hermione says with raised eyebrows.

Ron looks at her shoked. "What?? That prick got one and I didn‘t?"

"Oh god no.." a few days ago Harry, Hermione and myself got an invention to tonights Slughorn‘s dinner for his favorite students. ".. but wait, how do you know who‘s coming?" I ask her. "I just asked him after the last lesson of potions. It‘s Neville, Ginny, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Corma –" "Mattheo Riddle?" I ask her shocked, looking at her with wide eyes.

I would see him again? Like.. this close and with people around us? My mind is racing as Hermione answers. "Yeah well, you know he‘s really smart and good in potions." "And he has an interest in special students and Mattheo is.. well – special." Harry comments.

Ron snorts and talks with a full mouth. "Mh yeaw hiff fatha was "speschal".

Hermione rolls his eyes at his full mouth and looks at me again. "Why are you so suprised by his name?" she asks me a little suspicious. " oh uh- just suprised, i always thought Mattheo is uh - not interested in things like that."

"Why would chou think about wat Mattheo is-" "Ron just eat and shut up!" I snap at him making the other two widen their eyes a bit.

I collect my things and stand up from the table. "I‘m gonna go to.. god i don‘t know I‘m gonna go." I say, walking off before they can answer. Because it‘s the weekend I luckily don‘t have classes today. I don‘t think I could concentrate in one of them after the information I just got. God why him? Why me? Maybe I can say I feel sick.. no he would know. I can‘t back down.

I walk down a hall, not thinking where I am going and suddenly crash into something hard but not as hard as a wall. My book and writing stuff falls to the ground and I look up, staring right into the face of Mattheo.

My brain went blank in this monent. "What princess? Aren‘t you happy to see me?" he grins down at me before he gets down and picks up my stuff. "Hm I remember a similar moment, same position." He smiles even more when he sees my red cheeks and not talking mouth. As he gives me my stuff he presses his mouth to my ear and whispers "I‘m looking forward to tonight" And with that, he‘s gone.

I‘m so fucked.

— at the evening —

" Do you know what you‘re wearing?" I ask Hermione while I put on some makeup. I hear her sigh and she goes "yeah I have this one dress I really like. What about you?" I shake my head as I search for my lipliner. " Not really, but I have enough dresses so I‘ll find something." Hermione laughs at my comment as she pulls out her dress and changes into it.

After I‘m done with my makeup and hair, I walk over to my closet, looking for a nice dress.

"What about this one? It would fit perfectly for the occasion." She says as she pulls out a dress of mine. It is long and black, with cute little arms on it. "It‘s pretty but I want something.. else." As i go trough my clothes I think about Mattheo again and what would impress him. God I need to stop it.

"Well what are you looking for?" "Hmm something likeee.. this." It‘s perfect. It‘s short but not too short, i know it sits beautifully on me and.. it‘s green.

(imagine something like this but in some green tone and longer so it‘s more school approved)

Hermione raises her eyebrows and looks at me. "Are you sure? Isn‘t it a little too.. party?" I love her for how she always chose her words wisely and with a knowledge for not hurting and judging people. I know what she meant but she would never think about judging me. Even when I put my clothes on she wouldn‘t pick, she makes me feel great in them.

"Yeah, I‘m sure." I smile, putting it on. When I look into the mirror I smile even more, thinking about how Mattheo will react seeing me in it.

As the time comes we take our purses and walk outside our dorms, meeting Harry and Ron in the common room. "You both look great." Harry tells us like the gentlemen he is but Ron just scans me like a little hater and looks at me. "Isn‘t that a little too flashy?" "Ron!" Hermione hits him on the shoulder.

"Don‘t be mad at what you can‘t have Ronald." I say grinning and winking at him before I link my arm into Harry‘s with Hermione doing the same on his right side.

We walked through Hogwarts, towards the dinner and the closer we got the more my heart started beating as If I‘m running a marathon.

I open the door in front of us after taking one last deep breath and walk inside with my two friends.

Everyone was already there, seated perfectly. "Oh hello you three! I‘m so glad you made it. Please choose a seat and get comfortable." Professor Slughorn greets us. I always liked him, even tho many say he‘s a little weird sometimes but I think thats exactly what I do like about him.

As I walk towards an empty seat, I scan the table, looking at Mattheo when I found him but his eyes were already on my dress.

Quickly I look away, seeing that Cormacs eyes were on me too which made me gag a little.

But god Mattheo looks so good. He wears a simple white shirt with a black tie and black slacks. Damn what I would give to ride his thigh in these – "Y/n you‘re staring." Hermione whispers into my ear, making me realise i stared right at Mattheo, but to my suprise he‘s still looking, not breaking eye contact for a second.

I gulp and look away, feeling my cheeks getting warm. God I hate it so much what kind of affect he has on me. I can‘t be the only one..

Wait. I‘m a woman. I can definitely tease him and make him feel the same.

The dinner goes on, nothing special besides Ginny who came in crying. Definitely have to ask her with Hermione about that later in detail.

As desert comes I look around the table, meeting Cormacs eyes. He licks of some ice cream from his fingers and wiggles his eybrows at me. Oh god I think I‘m gonna throw up.

As soon as I can I look away to Mattheo who was giving Cormac one of his death stares. Interesting.

I don‘t really know why i think it‘s a good idea but i do think it is. So I lean back a little, presenting the low cut at the front of my chest. I see Mattheo‘s eyes flicker to my chest and so do Cormac‘s but Mattheo‘s eyes switch back really fast to Cormac and give him a second glare. Really interesting.

I smile triumphal and lean a bit forwards again, pressing my boobs together this time. Instantly I get a headache but a really intense one. I hiss in pain which makes Harry look at me worried. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I just got an really bad headache.“ i whisper back, wondering what it caused.

Soon the dinner was over and everyone thanked Slughorn for the invitation. "I‘ll stay and try to figure out what that missing memory of Slughorn‘s is." Harry whispers to us before staying behind.

My headache got a bit better but It still didn‘t go away. As we walked trough the door I said to Hermione and Ginny "You guys go to the common room, I‘ll follow. I just wanna get some advil from Miss Pomfrey.“ They nod and tell me that they will go into Ginny‘s room to talk more privately.

It‘s already late and a bit after curfew but Professor Slughorn told us he made sure we would get in no trouble If someone sees us.

I rub my head slighty, trying to ease the pain on my way but nothing helped.

Then, out if nowhere a hand slaps over my mouth and a arm wraps around me, pressing me against a body. I scream into the hand, trying to get myself free until I see who the hand and arm belongs to.

"You didn‘t think I would let you go off that easily in that little dress of yours huh?“ Mattheo breathes against my face as it was only a few inches away from mine.

He slowly takes his hand away from my mouth, letting me speak. "What do you mean?" I ask and try the innocent act but he doesn‘t buy it.

"Oh princess, princess, princess. You can‘t fool me. I know that you wore this excuse of an dress for me. Fuck and also in my house color's? That‘s no fucking coincidence."

I gulp at his words and the fact that he knows who I wore it for. There‘s not even a single chance for me to lie. "And what If I did wore it for someone else?" Only one way and that‘s to push his last buttons. Oh how I wanted to push that buttons until –

"Someone else, yeah? Then who was it for?" "Cormac." As soon as his name left my mouth I regretted it. I see his jaw clenching and his grin fading. "Cormac yeah? So you didn‘t thought about me the whole dinner?" I slowly shake my head no, not daring to move now.

"So you‘re wet for him right now? Not me?" "What? I‘m not–" but as soon as I move my legs I feel it too. Shit. When I only look up at him his grin comes back.

"Yeah that‘s what I thought.. so why don‘t we skip this bullshit and you come with me?" Before I can even answer him, he takes my hand and pulls me trough the corridors, towards the Slytherin common room. " Mattheo I can't-" "Shut up." he hisses and whispers something under his breath so the doors to his common room would open.

"Can't fucking believe you pulled such a show in front of that stupid dick." he growled quietly before we reach his dorm. I start smiling as I see he's getting mad at the fact that Cormac saw me in that dress. "T'fuck you smiling about huh?"

As we enter his room I notice that there is only one bed which makes me wonder. "Don't you have a roommate?" "No, I have my own room." I scoff at his answer and look around his room. It has a big bed beside the window of the room and a little nightstand beside it. On the other side of the room is a big couch and a armchair.

But before I could think about it any further, he pulls me into his lap, face towards his, after he sat down on the armchair. "You know, you could have just told me If you missed me princess. Didn't need to dress all up for me." He puts his hands on my hips, grabbing them tightly.

I roll my eyes at him and act as If I didn't already enjoy his touch. "Didn't miss you." I say, looking away from him. He chuckles and pulls my face back to his with his fingers on my chin. "Are you sure?" I only nod and look into his brown eyes. They look so dark without any light in the room, that they send even more shivers down my spine than usual.

"Is your head better? Still in any pain?" he asks me grinning. "Yeah they-" wait. I never told him about my headache. Or could he hear when I told Hermione and Ginny? Or when Harry asked me at dinner?

His hands slowly wander down to my tights were my dress slowly rose up and placed them there, squeezing my flesh lightly. I felt his breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps. "It's gotten better, right?" he asks again. His lips ghosted over my skin, making me bite my lip.

"How do you know?" I ask him in a whisper. "I know everything that goes through your pretty little mind baby."

I tried to figure out what he meant by that but I couldn't concentrate with his hands on my skin and his lips almost against my neck. I need him so much.

"What baby, can't concentrate? Too much for you already?" he coos and finally kisses my neck, nibbling on the skin between his lips.

I can't believe how easy he gets under my skin with his kisses and whispers, not even doing anything. " I know you dreamed about me these last two weeks, thought about me at every chance you got. In class, in the shower, wishing it was me who touched you." he groaned against my throat.

My eyebrows squeeze together at his words. " How would you know that?" "Did you never wonder why your head always hurted at the same times?" I gasp and pull my neck away from him. " Are you reading my mind?" my eyes go wide as he just smiles at me sheepishly. Oh my god, no. This can't be. He's not allowed to know all these private thoughts.

"You don't know how hard it was for me to stay away and wait until you would come back to me but you little minx didn't and after tonight.. I couldn't just let you slip away from me again."

"Y-you can't do that Mattheo. That's not allowed. These are my thoughts." "I know baby but I couldn't help myself after that night in the shower. You were like a dream coming true so submissive and responsive to me. Fuck I'm already getting hard just thinking about it. But you understand I didn't have a chance, right? I couldn't risk you thinking about someone else then me."

He slowly pulled my dress up, exposing my tights and underwear. "God are you for real? Did you plan this?" he groans as he sees my matching set, a dark green lingerie set.

He pulls me closer to him, looking deep into my eyes.

"Ride my thigh." he commands and puts his hands back on my hips. "What?" I ask, looking at him dumbfounded. " It's my thigh or nothing. I'm not helping you getting off this time." I look at him with my mouth hanging open in shock. How could he be so cruel?

"C'mon, ride it baby I know you thought about it at dinner." My cheeks got red as he mentioned that. He dips his head towards my neck again and starts covering it in wet kisses. "Don't test my patience, love." he whispers and tightens his grip on my hips, moving them slowly. I gasp at the sudden friction.

"Feels good, right?" I only nod, closing my eyes as I start to move my hips in circles against his thigh. I feel so dirty doing this but at the same time it feels so good to finally get the friction I needed the last weeks again.

I feel my clit rubbing against my underwear, making me whimper and move my hips faster. "Fuck, look at you. I thought you were desperate back in the shower but now you're just getting yourself off on my thigh like a dirty little whore." I moaned at his words combined with his kisses on my skin. His lips went lower, first towards my collarbones, then further down to my chest.

I feel one hand of him wander to my underwear and pushing it to the side so my bare pussy rubbed against the material of his pants. I whine at the feeling, my hands grabbing his broad shoulders. " Oh my god. I'm so close Mattheo." He laughs wickedly against my chest, pushing down my dress so it hangs at the middle of my body. His mouth wanders to my bra, unclasping it with one hand behind my back.

"You're so beautiful baby, never ever am I waiting two weeks again for that." he growls and starts massaging my boobs and playing with my sensitive nipples.

I arch my back, shivers run down my spine at his touch. The grinding get's more and more intense. "Feel this?" he asks as he takes my hand and puts it on his bulge. "It's just for you." I bite my lip and look down at my hand. It looks so painful that I start massaging it through his pants. He bucks his hips up into my touch, his breathing getting heavier.

While still riding his thigh, I open his pants and push them down together with his boxershorts. His already fully hard cock slaps against his stomach before I take him into my hand. I spread the pre-cum over his tip with my thumb and start moving my hand up and down. "Shit princess.." he hisses, thrusting his hips up into my hand.

"I'm so close Mattheo.." I whine as I almost start rutting my hips against him. "Come on my leg baby, do it." he groans, lips apart.

I let go of his cock for a moment to dig my nails into his shoulders for support as I press my throbbing clit harder against him. He takes his cock into his hand and jerks himself off as he watches me panting and moaning.

With a deep twisting feeling in my stomach I come all over his thigh, riding out my orgasm.

"So good for me, look at how much you came." he says and I look down at his pants, a big wet spot on them now. My legs still shake from my high and I look up at him again.

Mattheo's POV:

Fuck. I don't know what it is but I have a feeling that this girl is going to be the death of me. With hooded eyes she looks up at me and almost get's me to cum in my own hand just from her eyes looking into mine. She had such a chokehold on me, but I will never admit that to her.

I smile down at her before I speak "already fucked out again and I didn't even touched you." The same thing I told her two weeks ago after I've eaten her pussy and she came after 3 minutes.

"Fuck off." she mumbles and falls slightly against my chest. "As much as I enjoy this closeness baby.." I start, nodding towards my rock hard cock, laying against my stomach.

I push a strand of hair behind her ear and whisper into it. " Suck on it." Her eyes go wide and she looks down on me with those innocent eyes again. " Don't tell me you never sucked cock with those pretty lips." I say, looking at her plump lips, almost begging to be fucked.

She rolls her eyes at me again, making me want to choke her until she stops. " I have." Her answer makes my clench my jaw, wishing she would've just said she didn't.

I pushed her down in front of my legs. I grab a pillow from the couch beside us and put it under her knees, making her grin. " Don't tell me you suddenly care for me Matty?" Now I am the one who rolls his eyes.

I grab her pretty hair into a ponytail and push her towards my cock. She takes it into her hand and starts to lick off the pre-cum from my tip. A moment later she starts sucking on my tip, making me smile. I have a feeling this is going to be good.

I hiss as her wet lips and warm mouth take more of my cock into her mouth. I close my eyes and let my head hang backwards. " Come on y/n, show me what you got."

Suddenly she takes me all the way down her throat, my eyes almost bulging out of my head and my mouth falling open. "Oh fuck, yeah!" I groan, gritting my teeth together. I swear I could feel her smile around me.

She bobs her head up and down in a fast pace, making me moan and groan like a little bitch. Fuck, what is it with this girl?

I feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. " Oh Shit." I lift my head up to look down at her. Her eyes are teary and her hands support herself on my tights. I start grinning, wishing I could take a picture of her pretty mouth around me.

Her throat clenches around me so delicious I almost came. "Hmm baby, you know how to suck cock. Gonna give you that." I pant.

One of her hands go down to my balls, massaging them. " Oh - " I throw my head back again, feeling something in my lower stomach. My hips buck up and I hear her gag, only getting me closer to my high. "M' gonna cum down your throat and you'll swallow it, yeah?" I ask her, breathing heavy. It doesn't take me long to cum and fill her mouth. "Fuckkk.." I groan, pushing her down even harder so her nose touches my stomach.

"Swallow it. All of it." I slowly let go of her, but seeing her cough a little only fuels my desire. She opens her mouth after she swallows and shows me that she swallowed every single drop.

"That's a good girl. Now come on.. let's take a shower." I say grinning at her and helping her back up. "Mattheo I don't know If I can walk so far." she sighs as she stands on her still shaky legs.

I kiss the top of her head, something I never do but just feels right with her. " You don't have to. I have my own shower." I pick her up bridal style and carry her towards my bathroom."

Y/n's POV:

As he picks me up to carry me, I feel a few butterfly's in my stomach but I try to suppress them.

He let's me down when we stand under his shower. His clothes hit the floor. "Hot or cold?" he ask, putting his hand on the tap. "Hot." I say and watch his back. Last time I didn't noticed but he has big scars all over his back, some even on his chest. He must see my face cause he asks me "What's wrong?" I shake my head and try to smile.

"Nothing." I see it in his eyes that he doesn't buy my lie but doesn't push me either. As the warm water hits my skin, I sigh in relief. I let my hair get wet and wash off the makeup I had on. While I did so, Mattheo stands right behind me, his hands on my hips, scanning my face.

I open my eyes and see him looking. " What?" I ask grinning. " You're beautiful." I roll my eyes and look away again, trying to hide my blush. "You don't have to try to get into my pants. You already are." He turns me around and holds my face. " Hey.. I really mean it. And not just your body. Your face is prettier than the ones of angels." My eyes widen at his words, not expecting that kind of words from him.

He clears his throat and looks away for a moment himself. That's when I grab his face in both my hands and crash my lips into his. The kiss is hungry, more passionate and different than the last times. More tender.

One of his hands slide up and down my back, while the other lays on my hip. "You make me crazy, princess." he admits, mumbling against my lips. I smile into the kiss. "Don't go soft Mattheo." I say, teasing him.

He starts kissing my neck, but less soft and more aggressively now. "Remember who's in charge here baby. I would choose your words wisely." He lifts me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. "This time I wanna see your face when I fuck you."

He takes his cock into his hand and positions it at my entrance, teasing me with it. „Mattheo come on, fuck me.." i huff out frustrated. "Beg for it, wanna hear you beg again like the last time I fucked you." I roll my eyes at his ego, but still do as he tells me to. "Please, I'm already begging you to fuck me."

Ge grins down at me and slowly pushes inside me, holding eye contact the whole time. His lips part and his eyes get lazy. "Fuck, you feel just as good as the first time I fucked you stupid."

I want to bite back but only bite my lip as he starts thrusting in a fast and hard pace. "What was that? I'm going soft princess?" His grip on my hips gets tighter and he starts kissing my neck up and down. " N-no you're not.." I whimper, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the wall.

What was is that he had me under his control so much? Not even a single brain cell told me to not do as he says. I can't with this boy..

His lips work their way up to my ear and he whispers "I'm a man baby, a boy wouldn't fuck you like I do. " Goosebumps erupt over my body and again he's right. " Stop messing around in my head." I growl lightly, supressing a moan in my throat. "You're all mine. I don't give a shit about how you see that, cause I know your body screams for mine every night. And it will never get someone else's. Do you understand?"

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me while thrusting his hips against mine. A shiver run down my spine as I looked into his eyes, but this time not a good one. It was ice cold. I never saw him looking tat serious and cold. Possesive. "Do. You. Under. Stand." he asks me again, deep and hard thrust for every word.

"God yes, Mattheo. I understand!" I cry out as his fingers find their way towards my clit, rubbing it in circles. My nails leave marks all over his back, drawing a little blood.

He starts hissing but laughing at the same time at the pain. He's gonna be the death of me. "No, you're gonna be mine, princess. Do that again with your nails, turns me on." As I don't, he mumbles a quite "okay" and presses me harder against the shower wall, fucking me even deeper and more brutal. My nails find their way back inside his skin and I'm sure If we had been o the bed It would be broken by now.

"When are you gonna learn to not be a little brat, huh?" he asks, a smirk on his face. "I own you now, baby." I let out half a snort half a chuckle. " Do I own you then too?" I ask sarcastically. " You own every inch of me."

My face falls a little at his answer, not expecting it. Did he mean that?But as soon as my thoughts started, I forgot them as he starts to rub my clit even harder, but in a steady rhythm.

"Oh yeah look at that in pleasure twisting face, that's fucking it." he groans, his thrust becoming more erratic. One hand leaves my hip and wraps itself around my throat, squeezing it with the perfect amount of pressure. A broken scream leaves my lips with my eyes rolling back.

"Yeah scream so loud Cormac hears who‘s name you‘re moaning tonight." I press my lips together but he squeezes my throat tighter. My walls clench around him, making him lose his control, eyes rolling back a bit with a smile to it. "I love that pussy so much fuck.I bet he can't fuck you like I can, huh?"

This time my answer comes in a instant. " No- no he can't. I'm so close Mattheo, please." I moan as I feel this deep twisting feeling in my stomach. His lips meet mine, to my surprise. Unlike how he fucks, he kisses me soft and passionate. "Come around me baby.Please fucking come around me." he groans almost desperate.

And just like that I let go and let the feeling of my orgasm overflow me. "Hm shit.. can I come inside you baby?" Mattheo pants against my lips while he looks down between us. I just nod quickly, feeling him coming inside me a few seconds later. "Shit.." a whimper leaves his lips as he fills me up.

My stomach twists again at the sound so I look at him and scan his face for a moment. I think that's the hottest sound my ears ever came across. He looks fucked out too, his eyes heavy.

He slowly pulls out but still holds me. "You make me so addicted." he confesses to me, looking between my eyes and lips. I had to. " So you're going soft now again?" I tease him, out of breath.

He chuckles lowly which ends with me bent over every single surface in his room.

I don't know how long I can survive in that.

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WARMING UP | (l.norris)

summary: you come home from a shopping trip and Lando warms you up

wordcount: 1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: Y/N is friends with Charlotte Síne

advent calendar

”Lando? You home?“

You were coming back from a shopping trip with Charlotte, even after Charles and her broke up, you two stayed good friends. And with you living in Monaco, because Lando and you moved here a few years ago, and most of your friends in different countries, you were glad to have a friend near you.

You just came into the hallway and yelled out for Lando, it was freezing in Monaco, and you forgot to put on your gloves, your shoes also weren’t the best ones to keep you warm, you kept looking out for new ones, but you haven’t found the perfect pair yet. With still your bags in your hands you yelled out for Lando one more time. ”Lando?“

He also didn’t answer, you wondered where he could be, so you put the bags on the ground, grabbed your phone out of your purse, and checked his ’Find My‘ status, you two had the location tracker on, on your iPhone, so you could always see where the other was, it wasn’t like you two were stalking the other, mostly you were together anyways, but it was nice to have it when you’re shopping together in a mall and lose the other. Or for a situation like this, when you came home from something and he wasn’t answering, the little picture you set for him appeared close to you and in your building, quickly you removed your shoes and the rest of your winter clothing and went for the hunt of Lando Norris.

First, you checked the living room, no sight of Lando, next you looked into the kitchen, maybe he was making himself a tea or a snack, but no, no Lando. Maybe the bedroom? Nada. You checked both bathrooms but he also wasn’t there, utility room was empty as well, so the only place he could be was his gaming room. You opened the door and saw him sitting on his gaming chair in front of his computer.

”Lan?“, you softly whispered.

He turned around and his eyes lit up, ”Baby! You’re home.“

He got up and walked to you, embracing you in a hug and pressing a few kisses to your lips.

”Yes, I’ve been looking for you in the whole apartment, even yelled out your name and shit.“

”I‘m sorry, I didn’t hear you. I guess my headphones were too loud.“

”It’s fine, are you streaming?“

”No, just playing some games with the guys, I can log off after the round?“

”Mhm, please.“

He kissed your lips once more and put his hands on your cheeks, stroking them, ”Baby, you’re freezing! Imma log off now, do you want to lie down on the bed? I‘m coming to cuddle after I make you a hot chocolate, yeah?“

You nodded and put your head on his chest, breathing in his scent, with one last look in his eyes, you turned around and went to the bedroom. With fresh clothes, that belonged to Lando, and under the warm covers you already warmed up a little, yet you waited for Lando to come and cuddle you, that way you would be warm in no time.

”I got your hot chocolate, even added some marshmallows, why are you so cold?“, he placed the mug next to the bed on the bedside table, opened the blanket, and slipped in next to you, he opened his arms and you cuddled close to him, lying your head on his shoulder. He reached over to the bedside table and gave you the mug with the hot beverage, you carefully took a few sips after you sat up and answered his question.

”I don’t know, I guess I need actual winter shoes and thicker scarfs, maybe gloves too.“

”Baby, I told you multiple times you need to buy more winter clothing.“

”I know, but it’s so expensive and I can’t seem to find something I truly like.“

”If you want, we can go shopping for clothes tomorrow.“

You nodded and cuddled closer to his chest, you could already feel that your hands got warmer and your feet were warming up too. His legs were entangled with yours, and he tried to keep them as close as possible to his own, giving his warmth to you. You drank the rest of your hot chocolate and gave the empty mug back to Lando, so he could put it back on the bedside table.

”But how was your day with Charlotte?“

”It was good, we had a lot of fun, I can show you the stuff we got later or tomorrow, I tried to find new shoes but you know me, I always buy what I don’t need. I need more space in our closet because I bought like five new hoodies.“

”Why do you buy yourself hoodies? You mostly wear mine anyway.“

You let out some air, ”I know, I just like hoodies, what can I say.“

He let out a laugh and cradled you closer, rubbing your arms with his hands to try and get you to warm up quicker.

”Are you warming up?“

”A little.“

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder again and hugged you close while pressing several kisses to your head, making sure you were comfortable. The comfort he was providing made you sleepy, and your eyes started to close more often.

”I hope you know how comfortable you are, Lan.“

”And I hope you know how perfect you fit inside of my arms, love.“

”I will fall asleep in a second, but please don’t leave me, you’re too comfy.“

”I need to change into my sleepwear, but then I am yours for the night.“

He got up and quickly pulled off his sweatpants and T-shirt, exchanging the shirt for a different one and he kept on his boxershort, he went to the bathroom for a pee and then came back to cuddle you.

”Baby, you’re freezing again.“

”Because you were gone.“

”I am here now, let’s sleep yeah? I will not let you go all night.“

With that, he laid down on his side with you in front of him and he pulled you close to his chest, keeping you cuddled to himself all night long.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #christmas

[fieldofdaisiies]

Of Wings and Secrecy

paring: adult!Nyx x Reader | type: angst | words: 3,4k words | warnings: mentions of abuse, violence | based on this request

“What a weak punch.” 

You throw Nyx a withering glare over your shoulder, hands dropping to your sides. You really have to fight the urge to flip him off, and at the same time want nothing more than to kiss those formidable lips.

“Shall I demonstrate how it should be done?” His wings flare behind his back when he starts to stroll toward you, sauntering with nothing but cocky smugness, a grin on his lips.

Your little sister, Salia, next to you giggles, a mischievous smile on her lips. “I guess I‘ll leave you two alone then.”

She winks and before you can stop her, she is heading towards where Emerie, Gwyn and Nesta, Nyx‘s aunts, train a few young Illyrian females.

Salia is the only one to know about what is actually between the two of you — a bond, a mating bond, always glamoured to keep it hidden. But she knows about the mutual love, how and when the bond snapped, about your secret meetings and the dangers along with it. The dangers that prevent you from—

Your thoughts are cut off when you feel the hard and warm press of a solid chest against your back. 

“A little higher.” His hands support your elbows, his lips brushing your earlobe. You fight against a shudder, and hold your breath. 

“Not here.” Your voice is silent, hushed. “Someone could see us.”

“I’m only helping you train, my star.” A smirk appears on Nyx’s lips, but falters the moment he sees your scared expression after you have turned to him. The Night Court heir steps away, and bows his head. 

You open your mental shields for him, holding his gaze. I’m so sorry, but it‘s too dangerous, Nyx.

Making sure no one is looking, Nyx moves in again, lifting your elbow with one of his warm and gentle hands, acting like he is explaining something. “Let me protect you.” He leans in the slightest bit. “Come to Velaris with me. Let me protect you.”

You turn away and pick up a sword. “You know I can‘t.” Straightening your posture and using one hand to smooth out your leathers you take a few steps back. “I can‘t leave my mother and sister alone.”

Nyx knows this, and yet the truth —the awareness about you not coming with him— sends a pang of hurt right into his heart. Your hearts belong together, so do your souls, and should never be kept apart. You had fallen in love with each other the first moment you lay eyes on each other. But life isn’t too kind to you, doesn’t allow your love to flourish.

Devlon forbids this relationship, threatens to hurt the once you love most. It has to be kept secret. Nyx promised you that with his father’s protection —with the High Lord’s protection — nothing would ever happen to you. And despite that sounding very promising, you couldn’t accept.

This is not solely about you. You have a sister and a mother who live here as well and they will be in danger. Especially if you go with Nyx or if your relationship —if the bond— becomes public.

Nyx moves in closer again, helping you position your legs a little differently. “I want to be alone with you.”

“Nyx.” A corner of your mouth tips up.

He raises a brow, twin flames of desire lighting up his blue eyes. “My late grandmother‘s hut?”

“Now?”

Nyx grins and turns you, so your back is against his front, always careful of your beautiful wings, acting like he is showing you some self-defence techniques. “Always.”

His body vibrates with passion, and it reaches you, fuels the need within your veins. You have been apart for so long. You have missed him. And you need him. Now.

—-

A loud giggle parts your lips and you shove at Nyx‘s bare, and solid chest. “I‘m sure I love you more.”

He kisses your shoulder and shakes his head. “Not possible.” His damp lips coast over your salty skin, tongue poking out. “My love for you is endless.”

“Well,” you breathe, “mine is endless and just a bit more.” 

He tips his head up, gaze meeting yours and laughs. “You are impossible.”

To that you grin and chuckle. Your hand comes up and you stroke your thumb over his cheek, slowly, assessing him with your eyes. “You look tired,” you say with a contemplative look on your face.

“We‘ve been tangled in the sheets for the whole night, my star, I am exhausted.” The beautiful smile on his lips doesn’t reach his eyes and the corners of your mouth turn downwards. 

“It’s because the glamour, isn’t it.”

He doesn’t want to say yes, but you can read him so well, so he silently admits, “I constantly need to use a lot of magic to glamour the both of us, and over a far distance when I am back in Velaris.”

You find yourself nodding, your heart hurting about the knowledge of what it does to him.

“But it’s fine.” He kisses your nose. “As long as the two of us have a chance to be with each other, I would accept everything.” Now, he kisses the corner of your mouth, hands falling to your hips, pulling you closer, the counter below your bare thighs, cool.

“I don’t want you to—”

He shuts you up with a kiss. But it is a kiss you can’t really focus on. You love him, you want to be with him — Cauldron he is your mate! But that doesn’t make this relationship easy. It only makes it hella difficult. 

Nyx is a bit over 100, sooner or later he will have to take over as High Lord, you don’t want to cause him additional issues.

“You are distracted, my star.” His hand slides beneath your —his— shirt and he cups your breast, thumb pressing down on your nipple, rubbing. “Let me help you focus on us.”

Your curl legs around his hips, hoping that the press of his hard length against your core will really centre you in the moment. And it truly does. 

You allow yourself to enjoy this moment with him, knowing it is fleeting and will be over way too soon and Nyx back in Velaris. 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

You cup the nape of his neck with your hand, fingers entangled in his soft silken strands, mouths colliding, teeth clacking.

“I love you—”

“Nyx!” The entrance door bangs against the wall of the hut, so loud even the mice in the smallest nooks can hear it. It feels like time stands still when Nyx steps away and whips his head into…the High Lord’s direction.

There is nothing but confusion and a hunt of shock etched upon Nyx‘s father‘s face, like he can’t really believe what he is seeing.

“I was looking for you.” The High Lord is not stuttering, but something close to it and Nyx, his cheeks a deep red, looks like he is wringing for the right words, all engines in his mind working on high speed.

“This is Y/N,” he finally says and adds, “And she is my mate.”

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“And the hating each other part…?”

“Fake.” A sheepish grin spreads over Nyx‘s face and he bites down on his lower lip.

His father chuckles lowly and shakes his head at his son. “When did this happen? The bond I mean. When did it snap in place for you?”

Rhysand still looks a little flabbergasted. Even minutes later when the three of you sit together on the couch, now you and Nyx fully dressed.

“Shortly after the Blood Rite. I went to congratulate her on becoming Arktosion, and well…our eyes met and the bond snapped.” Nyx turns to you and takes your hand into his, squeezing softly.

“That was nearly a year ago,” the High Lord expresses and throws his son an incredulous look. “You’ve been keeping your bond a secret for so long!?”

Nyx and you nod.

“You could have told us. At least your mother and—”

“We couldn‘t.” Nyx shakes his head again, then leans into you and kisses the top of your head.

Then he continues, “It would have been too dangerous. Dad, I know you. And I know mum. You would have wanted to get involved. You would have tried to talk to Devlon and we couldn’t risk it. Y/N‘s mother and sister are in his tight grip and—”

“If he finds out about our mating bond he will do unspeakable things to them.” Your gaze drops, voice so vulnerable and silent you hope the High Lord could even hear you.

He did, and his power stretches out, brushing you. “You will have our protection always. And so will your sister and mother. You can come to live in Velaris with us.”

You are grateful for this, really, but you cannot accept just yet. You will first have to talk to your mother and your sister. Explain everything to them. And you will have to catch them when your father is not home. And then you need to arrange everything and—

“Thank you so much,” you finally say and meet the High Lord’s gaze. Sitting here with him feels a bit surreal, considering who he is. But then you remember that you have been rolling around in the sheets with the prince of the night for the whole previous night and it no longer feels so odd.

Many times you have already asked him if you are truly good enough for him, for a prince, and he has always told you yes, then poked you or smacked your arm lightly to make his point clear. And then most of the time he kissed you. Or more.

“Really. Thank you much. For the offer. I will gladly accept but I need a little time.”

“Whenever you are ready,” Nyx whispers, but there is worry in his eyes. “You have time. Talk to your mother and sister and then you let me know how we will go forward.” Lifting your intertwined hands, he kisses your knuckles.

You sit together for a little longer, Rhysand wanting to find out a bit more who is tied to his son‘s soul by the mating bond and who has consequently stolen Nyx’s heart.

You open up easily to him, his kindness and love for his son, visible in every word he says. They are an amazing family and you feel very lucky to somehow be a part of it.

Only a while later, and when Rhys and Nyx truly have to leave for Velaris (the High now finally having found his son who had closed the mental to his father during the night he spent with you) you go back home to your mother and sister, hoping to catch them before you father gets home. But he is already there and so decide to wait a few more days, think about it, clear your mind and really form a plan. You have been hiding this relationship for so long, you can now also wait a bit longer. 

Nothing is rushing you. You and Nyx will one day be together, that is true, and if one more day lies between you and him being ultimately together or not, doesn’t matter to you. Not with the prosperity of being with him and the knowledge that while living a life with him your mother and sister will be safe.

You will fill them in on your plan in a few days, when the time is right.

But you later find out that waiting was a fatal decision.

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“You want to leave Windhaven?” Your father raises a brow, and you vigorously shake your head. Your cousins leave the shadows behind you, closing in on you until they catch your arms. “You were going to leave us, weren’t you?”

“No, father.” Your voice is so vulnerable, why would I?

The door hasn’t even fallen into the lock when you knew you stepped right into a trap. Your mother and sister are cowered together in the corner of the room, shaking so hard you even see it from the distance.

You wiggle against their hold, but your cousins are just stronger, their nails biting into your skin, their silent laughter ringing in your ears.

“Letting your mother and sister alone to do all the work?” Devlon —your father— takes a step forward and this is the first time you see the tool in his hands. The same tool that was used to clip a female's wings. Your stomach coils, panic, strong and terrible, blazing through you. You feel how your knees start to buckle, but you fight against it.

“I wasn’t going to leave.”

“Bullshit!” Devlon shouts. “Do you think I am stupid. That I couldn’t detect this damn mating bond. The heir‘s powers are strong but not that stronger. The glamour starts to fade.” Disdain laces his features.

“Were you hoping to become a princess one day, huh?” He stalks forward and weighs the tool in his hands.

You want to growl at him but you keep your mouth shut.

“I need to disappoint you. Someone like you will never be a princess, and most definitely not a High Lady. You are a laundry girl and you will stay like that.”

“Father, I—”

The click of his tongue shuts you up. “Too late for silly apologies. It is not time to make sure you stay where you belong.” Darkness falls over his face, and he tips his chin. It is your cousin’s cue to move. They turn you and force your chest down to lie atop the wooden table.

He is going to clip your wings and there is nothing you can do against it. You are strong, but not stronger than the three of them. 

The content of your stomach sours at the helplessness you are feeling, tears burning behind your eyes. But you won’t give him that. You won’t cry. He doesn’t deserve your tears. You won’t be vulnerable. You won’t be weak. And if he clips your wings, you will—

“Devlon don’t!” your mother cries out, but your father shuts her up with a snarl and a pointed, warning look into her direction. He steps closer and presses down on your back, forcing your face to rub against the harsh, wooden surface, some splinters definitely piercing into your skin, drawing blood. Your spine cracks and your shoulders ache from the angle your cousins are still holding your arms and you cry out in pain — it is just too much, you can’t hold it in any longer.

“It is her fault. She didn’t want it any differently. She brought—”

Devlon‘s sneer is cut short.

The main door bursts open with an impact that has the whole hut shaking, power so strong and lethal when it stretches out makes you aware that it can only be the High Lord and your mate who have arrived. You whip your head into their direction and a loud sob parts your lips.

Morrigan is also in tow, the first to move towards you and your father. “Hands off the girl! Now!” she growls, fury swirling in her hazel eyes.

It must be the shock, and definitely fear that makes your cousins step back, letting go off your hands. One of the stupid brutes even has the audacity to speak up and say, “He made us do it.”

But no one pays him any attention. Everything is focused on you, and the tool, the large clipping tool, positioned at the base of your wings and the male holding it. Devlon, despite stepping back, does not seem remorseful about his actions.

“Devlon.” Rhysand’s growl ripples through the hut and Nyx sets out to get to you as quickly as possible. He helps you up and pulls your shivering body to his chest. “I got you. Nothing can happen now,” Nyx whispers against your head, but you can’t quite focus, your attention on your father.

“What is going on here!” Rhysand demands and his lethal power fills the room.

But your father is not afraid. His face displays nothing but purely male smugness when he says, “Do you know about it, Rhysand? What they did?”

“That they are mates,” the High Lord answers matter-of-factly. He slides his hands into the pockets of his pants and pins the camp lord with a look. 

Surprise passes over Devlon’s face – he hasn’t expected Rhysand to know. Thought, or maybe even hope, to catch him off guard and shock him. But quite the opposite is the case.

“I know that.” Rhysand turns to look at you and his son. “And I also know what you were about to do. What would have happened if we had arrived here any moment later.” Lethal calm graces each of his words, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You hold tighter onto your mate. 

In the corner of your eye you can see that Lady Morrigan moves swiftly across the room, crouching down at the opposite side and throwing both her arms around your sister and your mother. She whispers something to them but you can’t make out the words

Your heart is beating so rapidly, nearly jumps out of your chest. Ragged breaths leave you and you feel lucky you’re holding onto your mate for support. You know you would fall to the ground otherwise.

“Your daughter is my son’s mate and that makes her part of my family. She is mine to protect.”

The High Lord’s power lashes out but before you can see what happens to your father, black mist swirl around, blurring your vision until everything is dark and you enter a state of oblivion. 

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“No-o!” Your throat is too dry, voice hoarse and the shout that leaves your croaky. You re shaking, chest heaving rapidly, but when strong arms wrap around you and you are pulled flush to a solid, warm chest, every seems to ease.

“Nyx—”

“I am right here. With you.” His lips brush your head. “You are safe. We are in Velaris. Far away from your father, my star.”

Now there is no more holding back for the tears. The run freely. The damn breaks and they burst out of your eyes. 

“I-I-my wings. He wanted to—” Your breath catches and you tio back your head, finally opening your eyes despite the stinging burn in them. “Mother. Salia!”

“Here as well.” Nyx appears in your vision and rests his forehead against yours, not giving you a chance to take in the room you are currently in. 

He exhales softly. “They are all here and safe. And your father—” He swallows. “He is taken care of.”

He offers no more of an explanation and you also don’t ask. Because you simply don’t care. He can rot in Hel…

“Thank—”

He kisses you. And then the corner of your mouth. “Never, ever thank me for something like this. You are my mate. My love. My soon-to-be wife. You are mine and also mine to protect. I love you, my star.”

“I love you, my prince.” You smile through your tears and kiss him again.

After holding each other for a bit longer, Nyx helps you rise and you can finally see the room —his room— you are in and marvel at it. It is phenomenal and Nyx explains that it is your room from now on as well.

He helps you bath and get dressed and when all is done you join the rest of his family, of your family, in the kitchen for breakfast, embracing both your mother and sister tightly, holding on so tightly as if you never want to let go again.

“The nightmare is over,” your mother whispers, and the three of you start to cry.

You later learn that Rhysand that you are under full protection of them and your mother and sister were given a small house near the Sidra river to live in from now on. You can barely thank them enough, but High Lady Feyre reaches her hand out to you and says, “We have to thank you. For the reason for our son’s happiness.”

#nyx archeron #nyx x reader #adultnyx x reader #acotar x reader #acotar #acosf #nyx archeron x reader

[skipper1331]

Legacy // Ellen White (platonic)

a/n: based off this request. Sorry, it took me awhile!

The english wonder talent, that‘s how people called you.

-

Ellen woke up due to a weird feeling. Confused and extremely tired, she looked around.

She expected to see your figure laying on your bed but she didn‘t. Nor did it seem like you were in the bathroom.

You weren‘t there.

Where were you?

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she got out of bed, slipping in her slippers as she left the room.

"I hate it here" you cried into the speaker of your phone, a choked sob escaping your throat. "Pick me up" you pleaded, more tears streaming down your face.

Unknown to you, Ellen stood at the door frame, your back turned to her. She didn‘t hear the other persons responses but she heard your desperate crying. "Nobody is talking to me" - and it was true.

Everybody kept their distance. A 16 year old girl in the senior squad? Nah, no way. They didn‘t talk to you if not needed. "They don‘t even call me by my name. I‘m just the wonder kid"

Ellen‘s heart broke because she knew exactly what you meant. Nobody did bother to get to know you, bitchy looks sent your way. "I want to go home.." was the last thing Ellen heard before she disappeared back in your shared room.

The og-lioness felt awful. She knew what it was like to be new in the senior squad, the way everybody seems intimidating and scary and all of the new impressions at once.

That night she made it her mission to get to know you - not the wonder kid. She would take you under her wing.

-

"Good morning" the striker greeted you as you walked out of the bathroom, ready for the day.

"Hey" you replied.

"So ready for breakfast? The pancakes are awesome" she smiled, throwing her arm around your shoulders. You furrowed your brows, nevertheless accepting her friendly act. "I prefer omelet to be honest" you smiled.

You didn‘t know nor realize in that moment that it was the start of a great bond.

-

When it was noticed that Ellen was talking to you about all sorts of things, it didn’t take long for Jill, Lucy and Millie to join your group. Rachel catching up eventually.

While the younger ones still avoided you, the 5 Ogs spent every minute with you.

Each meal, the 6 of you would sit together and share stories.

During partner drills you never had to wait to find someone, the 5 women fighting with whom you should do the drill.

In the end, it was always Ellen.

You enjoyed doing drills with her, working with her helped to develop your technic and playing style and added to that, she was a sweetheart.

„If it feels wrong to shoot - shoot“ she said.

-

"Are you nervous?" Ellen asked as you walked in the changing room, about to face France in a friendly.

Obviously Ellen was in the starting line up while you were a substitute, not even sure if you would get playtime. "Guess so" you replied with a shrug of your shoulders. Truth to be told, you were a nervous and excited wreck. To see your name on the lionesses jersey was something that you dreamt off ever since you were a little girl. It felt surreal, adventurous and satisfying. It was the greatest honor to represent your country.

"You shuffled the whole bus journey with your feet, you‘re nervous. And that‘s okay" the striker told you as she laid her arm around your shoulder in comfort, "It can be intimidating but once you‘re out there, everything just fades away. It‘s just you and the sport you love"

Motherly, she pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before she gave you a little push in the direction of your cubby.

You wanted to cherish the moment forever.

Standing in front of you cubby, you took everything in, how everything was prepared perfectly, how your jersey hung there - your name on the back.

You made it.

your younger-self couldn‘t be prouder.

For the whole match, you stayed on the bench, not that you would complain in any way. You were happy to be here. You felt great and with a 2-0 win, there was nothing that could put you in a bad mood.

"the goat scored once again" you cheered as you ran happily to Ellen, jumping on her back, the woman laughing at your antics. "That was so cool, nutmegging the goalie wow" you rambled on about the banger she scored. It didn‘t matter that is was 'just' a friendly - nothing mattered at all besides the fact that you did it. You were in the squad of the lionesses, preparing for the upcoming events.

It was the last camp before the final squad announcement for the euros.

You were determined to show them that you‘re important to this team.

Thanks to Ellen.

You didn’t care anymore if the young ladies of the squad didn‘t talk to you or interacted with you, all that matters was the fact that you found your home in Ellen White, Millie Bright, Lucy Bronze, Rachel Daly and Jill Scott. It was your little gang.

The moms and their baby.

-

After camp finished, everybody returned to their clubs and you were happy to finally be back home. Ellen called you once a week to make sure you‘re okay and how your week went. She was the mother, you never had. She was caring, loving and kind. Your talks went on for hours as you told her about every detail and every news that occupied your mind.

Ellen was the person you trusted more than anyone, in a short period of time, she made you feel welcomed, appreciated and loved.

As kid you idolized her and now she‘s your friend, your anchor in the sea and fear of reality.

-

Ellen was the first person you called after your call-up for the euros. If you thought your first official senior squad call up felt awesome - the euros call up was nothing compared to it. You felt euphoric and immensely proud. Every possible feeling of happiness flowed through your body, a feeling that was indescribable, indescribably great.

Euros on home soil.

-

Your debut happened against norway - you played brilliantly. You didn‘t score yet your crosses were on point as you assisted two goals. It was fantastic and the fans welcomed you with open arms.

Since then you‘ve been subbed in every game, the super sub as they called you. Nonetheless with the rest of the girls, there wasn‘t much interacting besides with Lotte who was starting to talk to you, daily as she got to know you while you sat next to her on the bench. She‘s such a sweetheart.

-

It wasn‘t until the match against Spain where you earned everybody’s respect, that you weren‘t just the wonder kid, the youngster, the child.

You were Y/N Y/L/N.

As usually, you started on the bench, Lotte next to you. The game was intense, Spain eager to win as they showed it with the opening goal.

England was down by one. Your nerves started to rise as the time went by - 10 minutes left.

You got subbed in in the 81th minute, Ella scoring the equalizer shortly after.

Everything was possible again. Every girl on the pitch was determined to win. There was no way, the English would loose.

When the ball came from Keira, you started to run. No one was trying to defend you, so you took the risk. Already in extra time, there had to happen something. And as no opponent came up to you, you just did it.

„If it feels wrong to shoot - shoot“

Outside the box, you hit the ball with so much force, praying it would go in - it had to. Otherwise the girls would hate you more and England could loose.

"FUCK YESSS" you felt someone jump on you, the stadium erupting in cheers as the rest of the girls huddled around you. And the girl you were, you just stood there, not realizing that you scored probably the winning goal.

After the celebrating calmed down, there was only one thing in mind: defend. Do not let the Spaniards score.

Which the lionesses managed. They won. As the whistle blew, the bench started to run towards you, everybody celebrating you with the banger of a goal you scored.

It was the beginning of something new.

-

The girls became your family. And not just your little gang but everyone of the squad. They joked around, did drills with you and simply enjoyed your company. You weren‘t just the 16 year old anymore. You were much more, a little sister who they must protect.

-

Final.

Wembley.

Germany - England.

You couldn‘t be more nervous.

"We can do this" Ellen whispered as she massaged your shoulders in the changing room, the striker sensing your nervous state.

You turned around, "yeah" you whispered, ready to bring the trophy home.

The atmosphere was unbelievable, the stands were full - many lionesses shirts to see.

As the national anthem started everybody sang their hearts out, this is it - this is England.

The game was intense, physically and mentally. Your hand held Lottes as you hoped for the win, gripping it tightly every now and then, excitement and anxiety floating through your body and mind.

The bench cheered at every opportunity, supporting the team. The same as the stadium did.

At halftime, it was still 0-0.

Sarina held her speech, talking about the weakness of Germany and what the girls could do better and then it was Leah’s turn. She held the speech of her life, encouraging every single one, showing love and passion towards every squad member. Her speech left you weak in your knees, mind on fire, goosebumps over your arms. You couldn’t wish for a better captain. Leah deserved this captaincy, she deserved every recognition she got because of the armband. Leah Williamson was born to be a leader - the best.

As the second half started, you were surprisingly calm, Lotte the one who gripped your hand or thigh to steady herself.

"TOONEY!" you shouted, jumping out of your seat in the 62 minutes as she chipped the ball over the German goalkeeper, Merle Frohms. "Hell, yes!!!!" the whole bench ran to the sidelines, celebrating as the stadium went crazy. Ella and her opening goals will always be your favorite goals. It was incredible.

Germany scored the equalizer.

It was your turn - Ellen got subbed off. As she jogged towards the line, you stood there, your nerves high. A few steps in front of you, she stopped, cupping your cheeks as she looked you in the eyes, "make this retirement game unforgettable" you couldn‘t even react. Retirement game, what? Dumbfounded, you looked at her, the striker kissing your forehead lovingly before she gave you a quick hug and walked towards the bench.

I will, i promise.

You didn‘t - extra time.

You desperately wanted to talk to Ellen but you couldn‘t. In the short break you had, Sarina gave instructions while some girls got their legs massaged.

Germany wanted to score.

England wanted to score.

Who will score?

Back on the pitch, your nerves were on fire. England had to win.

It was hard to say at least. Each mistake could cost you the win, so you did not let mistakes happens.

When Hemp stepped up to take the corner, you felt everything and so much more. It may be the best opportunity you would get - do something about it. As ball came flying in, it went over you. You didn‘t see who it went to, neither did you care. You prayed that it would just go in.

Nothing happened.

Until…

…the ball fell in front of your feet. Just one kick and it would be in. With no time to think, green shirts around you - you just did the thing Ellen always told you to „if it feels wrong to shoot - shoot"

you did.

And that’s when you heard the roars from the stands. The ball went in. Out of your shocked state, you ran - so many emotions filling your body.

You stopped running when you saw Ellen and the rest of girls shouting at the sidelines. Jumping on Ellen, you hugged her like your life depended on it, the team jumping on you, as well. It was a massive group hug - a moment forever to remember.

I promised I‘d make this unforgettable.

-

When the final whistle blew, you crashed down, euphoria rushing through your veins as happy tears streamed down your cheeks.

England had won.

The lionesses were european champions.

You were a european champion.

Everything felt wonderful.

The sun was shining, the fans were cheering, your team was celebrating.

This is it - this is England.

A body laid down next to you. You could tell who is was by the gentle touch that squeezed your hand.

Ellen.

It was a thank you,

I‘m so proud of you,

I’ll never forgot this moment.

So maybe it was the end of her career but it was the start of yours. Her legacy will live in your game, forever and longer.

——————

#ellen white #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #lionesses reader #lionesses x reader #lionesses #engwnt x reader #engwnt #millie bright #rachel daly #lauren hemp #ella toone #lotte wubben moy #alessia russo #jill scott #lucy bronze #leah williamson

[lupiningwolves]

Teasing | S.Rogers x fem!reader

summary: teasing steve leads to him snapping

warnings: Dom!Steve x Sub!fem!reader, smut, Sir kink, degradation, praise, male and female masturbation, light choking, light breeding, cumming inside, unprotected piv

guess i‘m back? not proofread btw

“Don’t you think that this is a bad idea?”

Sam didn’t need to say that. You were able to feel the tension in his shoulders and the fear that radiated from him. Still, he fulfilled his best friend duties and helped you. Though he was right and this was probably the worst idea you ever had in your entire life

To be fair, it was Steve’s own fault. His idea to agree with Tony on this celebration party in a club somewhere in New York. His idea to ask you to be his date. His idea of what you should wear. His idea to tease you by small touches and smirks and dark looks. And definitely his idea to not interact with you otherwise. He knew what he was doing. He had smirked every time you pressed down your thighs together after he touched you.

Now, the tables have turned. You had discarded your jacket, now revealing the little of an outfit you wore and asked Sam to go to the dance floor with you. He had agreed way before he saw the death stare his friend gave him.

“Don’t be silly, Sam. What could possibly happen?” To you, Sam. There was a lot to happen to you, though—at least you hoped so. You and Steve had been teasing each other forever to the point that you weren’t possible to give yourself the much needed release anymore. And Steve knew. God, he so did. And he got off on the way you tried everything to get a reaction out of him.

It surely seemed like you did now. He watched you from the table as Tony and Clint talked about something he definitely was not listening to. His had that rested on the table was balled into a fist, his eyes filled with lust and jealousy. It wouldn’t take much longer for him to get up, drag you out of here and fuck you.

“Are you really sure that-“ Sam stopped mid-sentence when you slung your arms around his neck and pulled him closer towards you. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You moved your face to the other side of his head, where Steve couldn’t be sure what you were doing. “Just relax, I’m this won’t be much longer. Put you hands on my-“

Before you could finish your sentence you were pulled off of Sam and dragged out of the club. You looked back over your shoulder when Sam stood, head shaking and grinning. Then, you looked up the the person on your right. Steve looked furious, which only increased the wetness pooling in your underwear.

His hand gripped your upper arm tightly when he opened the door to his car for you. Never had you been driven around New York so quickly. “You just had to be a little slut, didn’t you?”, Steve asked harshly and opened the door to his room in the tower. “Desperate little girl.”

“I just ended what you started. I think you should thank me.” Oh, so someone would help you.

Steve gripped your neck and squeezed. “It had only taken a little ‘please’ from you and I would’ve made this so much more pleasurable for you. But apparently, the idea never crossed your mind. Or you just wanted to be treated like the whore you are.” He let go of your neck and threw his jacket somewhere into the room. “Clothes off. On the bed.”

You did like he had asked in record time and lied down on the bed. Steve had gotten rid of his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. “Steve, please.”

“Now’s not the time to start with the begging. You should’ve done that a lot earlier, baby”, he said and stood in front of the bed. “I think seeing as you were a bad girl, you should be punished. Denied what you want most.” His lips turned up into a devilish grin as your eyes widened. “Make yourself cum, otherwise I won’t touch you.”

“Steve-”

“Wrong”, he interfered sternly. “Adress me properly, baby.”

Your eyes rolled back at his words and your hands involuntary found their way to your dripping core. “Sir”, you breathed. “You know I can’t do that.”

“You should’ve thought about that a lot sooner, then. Get going, we haven’t got all day.”

Fuck, maybe it was possible to do that if he continued with his words. You started teasing your clit, head already throwing back. Everything was sensitive, especially now that Steve was watching. Your other hand gripped your tits and squeezed and massaged.

You were already moaning and shutting your eyes after a few touches. You pushed two fingers inside of you, whereupon a particular moan erupted in the room. But it wasn’t yours. You opened your eyes to see Steve standing naked now, his semi-hard cock in his hand.

A whole new wave of arousal came over you. “Sir, please, j-just touch me. Let me touch you.”

“No, baby. Be a good girl and continue. If you’re good I’ll fuck you afterwards.”

At the thought your fingers sped up, trying as hard as possible for your filthiest dream to come true. Much to your surprise, it didn’t take much long for you to reach the point where you were able to cum already. It was probably the way Steve had jerking himself off, throwing his head back here and there, but always looking at you and keeping eye contact.

Something about all it was forbidden arousing, having you ready to cum—just like he had asked. “G-Gonna cum, Sir. Please let me.”

“Already? I thought you said you couldn’t do it.” His eyes were fixated on your fingers as they sped up again, bringing you so close to the edge. “Go on, be a good girl and cum all over your fingers.”

And you did. You felt yourself clench around your fingers and let out a series of loud moans. Still, you kept your eyes open and watched how Steve admired his view.

In a moment of content, you let your eyes fall shut for a second while you pulled your fingers out of your dripping pussy. Steve had used this to his advantage, got on the bed and thrusted into you in one hard thrust.

Your eyes flew open in shock, immediately whimpering at the stretch. “Fuck, baby, always so fucking tight”, he moaned. “My good slut.”

You rapidly nodded, watching how Steve’s cock pumped inside you. “Mhm, s’good, Sir.”

“Yeah? Feel good, baby?”

You nodded, throwing your head back when Steve grabbed your waist and took you at a different angle. That allowed him to hit this specific spot inside of you, making your legs shake and mind cloud. Every time he pushed his cock back inside of you, an unidentified noise escaped your mouth.

You had stopped registering anything else than the pleasure and Steve’s word a long time ago. Now, you felt the edge building in your stomach again, there was just a little something missing.

“Please, Sir, m-more”, you mumbled and gripped his biceps.

Steve smirked down at you, knowing exactly knowing what you wanted. “What do you need, baby? Hm? Tell me or else I can’t help you.” You mumbled something incoherent. “C’mon, be a good girl.”

You couldn’t talk anymore, simply grabbing his wrist and placing his hand around your throat, closing his fingers with yours. It was like something had snapped inside him. He closed his hand tightly, a little oxygen still making its way. He pounded even harder into you, his other hand circling your clit.

“Needa cum, Sir”, you said. “Please, p-please, cum.”

“Do it, baby. Right behind you.”

You fell over the edge the second he finished his sentence. You were still shaking around him, because he was pounding into you restlessly, trying to chase his own high. “Where do you want my-“

“Inside”, you answered before he could finish his sentence.

With one last thrust, he spilled his seed inside of you. “Look at that, baby. You think anyone else would’ve bred you this beautifully?”

“No, Sir. Only you.”

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader smut #marvel #marvel smut #avengers smut #avengers

[meowlod]

furina x fem!reader | a quick love confession.

warnings: none, a lot of fluff and comforting.

- “Hi.“

- ”Hi, Focalors!“

- ”Just call me Furina..“

- ”..Sorry, Furina. How are you? Is everything fine now?“

Waiting, until you heard a notification sound after a few minutes.

- ”Oh, uh, yeah. Um. Can we hang out, please?“

You smile at her text message and reply back with a photo of yourself in your comfy bed.

- ”Of course! Just come over, I have comfortable blankets if needed.“

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hours later after waiting, you hear a ring at your door, and you smile excitedly as you run towards the door, opening it with a happy face until your face drops to concern to see Furina with tired eyes, bags under them, wet hair from the cold rain, slightly shaking. You will not let a pretty princess like her live in this weather!

You quickly pull her by her wrist gently and walk towards your bedroom while Furina takes off her jacket in the walk. Her lips crack a tired smile as she sits down next to you in your bed, you feel the wetness of her clothes as she hugs your waist and puts her head on your shoulder in order to calm herself down.

”…Sorry if i appeared like this. It was raining a lot, and I forgot to bring, um…my umbrella.“

Her voice is slightly mumbled, but you hear the tiredness in her voice as you caress her head and play with her hair, gently taking off her clothes after gaining permission and bringing her comfy pajamas. She sits on the bed in underwear while she waits.

”Here. These might be more comfortable. I‘ll put your clothes into the washing machine, don‘t worry.“ You smile and bring her the pajamas before laying down on the bed, looking away to give her more privacy to put on the pajamas.

After she had put them on, she lays down next to you and hugs your body like you‘re sorta like a big teddy bear. From the affection, you chuckle and cuddle her back, grabbing the tv remote before turning on the TV, putting on a acting show. Furina smiles and watches with you, gently stroking your shoulder without even really noticing until she stopped after hearing your voice.

“..Furi? Is everything okay?“ Oh, that nickname you gave her. She loves it.

”…! O—oh! No, no no. Everything is fine. Sorry..i just..I needed more comfort, nothing much, really.“ She replied back with a much more nervous voice that makes you feel a little suspicious. But why? Does she perhaps..have a crush on you?

”…Furina?“

”…”

She sighs and carefully breathes in and out slowly, almost replying with something that would get you shocked and something that you would have actually kind of expected. She was more clingy with you nowadays.

”…I..“

You wait, heart beating faster.

”Ugh..I..It‘s nothing, I just had some memories of the past. i‘m sorry.“

Filled with disappointment, you give her a reassuring smile to see if she will tell you the actual truth. “Furina..please, just tell me. I‘ll always listen to you.“

”…I…ah..“

Closing her eyes before she finally talks.

”I….love you..I— oh— I….yes, I do. I do..I love you.“

There it is. Your cheeks form a blush before you excitedly smile and give her a affectionate kiss to show her the affection that she needs. Furina blushes as well, face becoming fully red but still kisses you back, hugging your body even tighter starting to make it a little hard to breathe, but it‘s okay.

”I was kind of expecting it, my love. You get more clingy each time we meet.“

My love? You‘re going to get her even more flustered and embarrassed, yet she loves that you called her that.

”O—oh, really? Sorry….I guess i just can get super clingy.“

She sheepishly smiles, looking away from you to stop herself from getting red every time she sees your pretty face. Oh, how she would love to look at your face for hours and not get bored. You got a clingy girlfriend now, and you won‘t mind.

You turn off the TV, taking Furina back in your arms before closing your eyes after being awake for too long. Furina‘s the small spoon, and you are the big one. It could change the next day.

Before you drift off into a peaceful sleep, you both mumble two things to each other before falling into a deep slumber.

”When I wrap my arms around you, I really, really never want to let go…“

”Mm. If only you knew how much those little moments with you matter to me.“

#furina x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact

[ilygetou]

'THINK WITH YOUR PUSSY NOT YOUR BRAIN. FT. RORONOA ZORO.

pairing 𓏲 𓏲 roronoa zoro x fem! bimbo! reader

content + warning 𓏲 𓏲 dacryphilia, creampie, semi-public sex, reader is very dumb & clingy, attempts of dirty talk, unprotected sex, more like a quickie, slight tummy bulge, hints of size kink, short n‘ sweet.

note 𓏲 𓏲 zoro‘s type is definitely strong but dumb girls 🤭

(人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧(人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.

it was by chance that you got to meet zoro, it‘s actually quite funny but embarrassing for the Pirate.

he was lost.

& you happened to be there, so he asked you for directions but you didn't leave him alone after that.

clinging onto him like some lost kid.

Zoro was obviously annoyed but decided to remain silent. he has no interest in you but you don't seem to get that!

Zoro has no time to be playing around with women, the only person who would do that is that dumb cook, Sanji.

"zorooo" you kept whining & whining his name while zoro tried his hard to ignore, so he could regroup with luffy & the others.

you were just about to start your whining again but this time zoro had cut you off.

"shut the hell up! can‘t ya‘ see that i‘m trying to do something important? quit calling my name like that! it‘s so fucking annoying!" you were shocked from zoro‘s sudden outburst that you just stood there, eyes widened, staring at him.

Zoro clicked his tongue & started walking away.

you immediately started catching up, "i don‘t get it? what‘s so important? you‘re just walking anywhere" zoro just clenches his fists, trying his best to not let out another tantrum.

&...you‘re back to whining & complaining.

zoro suddenly stops in his tracks..."you! what‘s so hard about understanding that i don‘t want you around me? just leave me alone!" once you heard zoro‘s last 4 words tears started bursting out of your eyes.

"zorooo!" you suddenly threw yourself at zoro & hugged him so tight, crying on his chest.

"quit clinging onto me like that! are ya‘ kid!?" you looked up to zoro, tears in the corner of your eyes, "but zoro...i like you!" your breasts were pressed against zoro, making it harder for the pirate to look at you.

"ya‘ like me? quit saying stupid things!" you buried your face on zoro‘s chest, not letting go.

"listen ‘m in a hurry, i don‘t have time for this!" zoro & the others have just stopped at this island, so he actually have so much time to spare.

you once again look up at zoro mascara running down your face & a pout covering your face, zoro will not lie, you actually looked kinda good like this.

zoro was getting hard just from your face & breasts.

fuck it. his dick wins, wait no. you win.

zoro drags you into an empty hallway, causing you to let out a gasp, "listen i don‘t know what part of leave me alone ya‘ don‘t get but i guess i‘ll have to fuck those words into your little dumb brain," his words were sent straight to your core.

a blush was spread across your face & you immediately tried to cover it with your hands.

"oh?" zoro smirks as he saw you hide your face, "you‘re shy now? didn‘t see ya‘ even slightly embarrassed when ya‘ said ya‘ like me," zoro pinned you against the wall & started groping your breasts, his thumbs occasionally rubbing your nipples since you weren‘t wearing a bra.

"anyways ‘m gonna make this fast ‘m in a hurry after all," zoro‘s cock sprung out, his tip covered with pre-cum. zoro started rubbing his cock on your clothed pussy from under that short skirt of yours.

he kept sliding his dick on your clothed pussy, until he started letting out low grunts from the feeling.

zoro slowly moved your panties to the side & positioned his cock at your entrance, "you‘re already dripping, ‘don‘t think i‘ll have to prep ya‘ right?" you were nodding your head repeatedly, too cock drunk to think.

"mhm! just fuck me already!" zoro instantly slammed his hips against yours, his cock already so deep into your warm cunt.

zoro started off with rough thrusts which were to your liking, with every thrust you would let out low moans & whimpers, “s-shut up! are ya’ trying to get us caught?” your walls clenched around zoro’s length making him let out a chocked moan, “argh...! i-is the thought of getting caught excites ya’?” your juices were coating zoro‘s dick with every thrust he makes. 

“z-zorooo...’need more..!” your moans were getting higher making zoro pull you into a kiss, moving his hips at a rapid speed, making the tip of his dick hit your g-spot over & over again. 

tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, once zoro pull out of the kiss you both were breathing heavily, but zoro’s thrusts remained the same, fast & rough. 

the tip of zoro’s dick created a small bump that was visible on your tummy, “s-shit ‘think ‘m close...” zoro fastened his thrusts making you roll your eyes to the back of your head, with your mouth wide open. 

“z-zoroo please cum inside me! ‘want your cum zorooo..!” these words were enough for zoro to spill hit hot semen inside of your abused hole, his thick cum was filling you up.

you immediately came right after zoro, completely milking his cock with your cum. 

once zoro pulled out his cum started oozing out of your cunt, making the swordsman bring two fingers & push them inside of you.

"don‘t waste any of cum, it‘s not everyday you‘d get filled up with my semen," or so you thought, cause after this incident zoro let you follow him freely, not complaining or whining about it.

even if you did start to get annoying with your whining & clinginess, he‘ll just have to fuck you & fill you up with his cum till you shut up. <3

#zoro one piece #one piece smut #one piece x reader #zoro smut #zoro roronoa x reader #op zoro #op smut #op x reader

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

the counterpart

chapter 6 — done it warning, done it now

art cr: @zaunitearchives our most faithful viktor lover <3 (can you guess which one of the inspo pics belongs to me?because i wasn’t joking when i said i might start using my pictures for these silly frames — I‘M DEDICATED to this fic okay)

word count: 2,2k

VERY nsfw, horny idiots in love, dialogue dialogue dialogue, explicit language, public masturbation, vehicle sex if you will. some porn to prepare you for the chaos i may or may not cause in the next chap 🫣

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“Do you ever feel like a pawn?” 

He turns around and his weary head tips deeper into what little comfort an old bus seat could provide, honeyed eyes a confused reproach pointed at your sheepish smile — had you dawdling over the halo of sun rays slipping prettily into the dark scatter of his hair, turning chestnut into rich, warm bourbon. 

“Since when are you interested in philosophy?”

It makes you stumble over an innocent chuckle; fingers grow flush and hot against his, threatening to slide out of the warm press of hands — to satiate the sudden whim of cradling his face and dipping your thumbs gently into the sharp lines of defined cheekbones. 

“Answer the question, Viktor.” 

Oh the forwardness. Always gives him the urge to comply no matter how ridiculous the request is — be it a hypothetical silly ‘what if’ or an actual firm demand. 

“I don’t project on inanimate objects, milackú,” he maneuvered smoothly out of your prudent trip, placing a cheeky kiss on the curious arc of your mouth. “But, in order not to digress — yes, I suppose I do. Quite occasionally. In your arms.” 

“Smooth. Bravo, Viktor — that was so sweet I might have to see a dentist now.”

“Don’t forget to send me the bill.” 

You gawked at the tooth gap in his proud grin with a hopeless sigh, leaning closer to tuck your face into the crevice of his slender neck. Couldn’t care less about the other passengers — nor did they care about you, to be frank: your seats were hidden in the back corner securely enough. Lips pressed to the fresh love bruise, so poorly covered with a mess of his unbuttoned collar — a not so humble possessive remnant of the morning tryst in his room. You craved a change of scenery: ravishing only one bed quickly becomes boring and unfair to its just as much ravished owner. 

“No, but seriously,” you kept prying, words a muffled mumble against the slim of his skin — had you smiling when you caught the subtle scent of soap on the barely exposed collarbone, and his hand found tender leverage in your hair as thoughts drifted to the delicious things he did to you in that bathroom this very morning. Even longed to hold him there for a little longer — if not for the damn bus, that was now rapidly moving towards your opportunity to flaunt. Or to become a pitiful disgrace. Unfortunately, so far you were only leaning towards the latter. 

It was Viktor’s idea. To play a local tournament — a somewhat silly for a person of his rating gathering, that he had no valid reason to attend. And yet he was so insistent on taking you there, held your hand so securely tight as you tried to fruitlessly convince him of your incompetence. Well, not incompetence, per se — you were simply a tad bit rusty, with a long forgotten dream of ever turning your passion into something professional. Endured a lengthy back and forth filled with his soft persistence and your capricious reluctance (which was secretly just a failed attempt to cover your incitement). 

Because you loved the competition. Used to live off the thrill of having people at the edges of their seats, consumed their defeated groans alongside each captured piece, and forcibly swallowed the spiteful comments spinning at the tip of your tongue during each bitter post-defeat handshake. Adored the elegant gall-spitting on the checkered board, and loved hearing people whisper malicious things whenever you entered the room. 

What happened to that version of you? Was it still there — a sharp tiny warrior, or ‘that pretentious little cunt’ — a title you wore proudly after a certain querulous opponent had revealed it to you generously all these years ago?

Well, certainly. Angry girls grow up shaped into furious women, but your fierceness was now imposed on men, poetry and lechery. Anything but tournaments. 

And — while chess still owned your heart — you had to bow your head to the countless obstacles of life, aiming for stability; fed the vigorous child inside you countless books and analyzed hundreds of games, hoping that, eventually, that stupid yearning will be sated. 

But now you had him — your bright opponent, rated strong intermediate and highly respected in narrow circles. A player of great potential — he was everything you could’ve been by now, a living proof of one’s passion and major coexisting peacefully. Your personal Czech serpent, the gentlest hangman of your fortitude — eager to get you rated, to make you see your skills through his meticulous eyes.

So here you were. Entwined with him in the contentious privacy of this backseat, harried with occasional chokeholds of your nervousness. Viktor was waiting for your point, all flushed ears and uneven breath. 

“What I mean is,” you sighed again, tongue dancing skittishly over the front row of teeth, “don’t you ever feel so small and utterly unimportant? Like everyone else is so much more valuable?” 

“But pawns are very important,” he protested, coaxing you to quit hiding from his acute eyes, “I delivered checkmates with pawns countless times before. And so did you.“

You couldn’t argue with that logic. Just sank deeper into his arms and watched the light run through his dilated pupils — the slipping boredom of the city both of you were getting out of today. 

“Yes, but would you rather lose a pawn or… say, a rook? Or a knight? Or quite literally any other thing?” reluctant to bend to his attempts at soothing your restless mind, you refused to retreat and sweetly troubled him further. His smirk curled atop yours in a curt little touch — but one can’t kiss away a worry that excessive. Even as determined as he was to try. 

“Depends on the circumstances. Surely, choosing to lose a powerful piece over a less significant one sounds unreasonable when you put it that way — but we both know it doesn’t exactly work like that.” 

His sigh — or was it the rough scorch of the sun? — was making you melt; took care of your misery like the acidic little thing it is. Big palm stirred over the hem of a cotton dress, tracing it with a tremble, then slipping cautiously underneath — to curl around your thigh and pin it to the seat like a gentle shackle. You could still make out the grip through the sheer restraint of fabric; had your legs clenching together to trap it viciously into a crate of skin and soft little hairs: they stood on their ends oh so treacherously, each shiver palpable under the calluses of Viktor’s fingers. 

“Moje laska.” There it is again. Turning you into a dumb pile of freshly discovered weaknesses — he could burn you to ashes that very moment and you’d gladly let him get away with it, as long as that hand stayed so close to home, damp from your sweat and whatever beads of slick seeping through the soaked ruin of your underwear. If only he could reach down and throw а quivering thigh over one scrawny shoulder, tongue a trail chasing the wet deliciousness of your lust after him — just how he likes it: sweet, slow and salacious. The holy trinity of your fervent undoings.

“You’ll make them all feel like pawns,” you felt him sting the shell of your ear in a tortuous whisper, his caress tenderly cruel against what little composure left between tense legs, “I can promise you that much.” 

“We have a tournament to play, and that’s what you’re thinking about right now?” you tried to snatch the power out of his hands, but tripped over his long middle finger — so viciously close to the swollen folds. He could’ve grasped the shape of them through the obstacle of fabric if only you approved of the mischief. 

“We have a tournament to play, and you’re wasting our precious time on baseless self-consciousness. I am merely providing a pleasant distraction,” he explained, then resigned to offer you a moment of hesitation. “Unless the setting is too public for you, of course. I don’t mind proceeding in private, with less prying eyes nailed to your potential, eh… agony.” 

“My, you’re shameless.” 

“You’re one to talk. So? May I?”

Gaze quickly flipped through the row of potential witnesses, failing to notice a single giving a fuck one. Viktor waited for your permission with patiently bated breath, watching your throat move when you gulped, slightly strangled. 

“Please.” 

Lips protruded into a line — a show-off of a smirk at the eroded crumbles of your sanity. Because, indeed — your writhing was needy to its very core, legs tumbled in to coax your salvation out of him. Impatient, fitful, stubborn — your demand was impeccable in its tacit delivery, emphasized the urgency when a single fingertip brushed the entrance soft and languid, then found the wet, laced at the edges barrier. White and see-through, with a silly bow sitting prettily right on top — he watched you put them on fresh out of shower, all damp-skinned and weak-kneed, the swift slide of light fabric over the divine thick of your thighs. It’s a shame he couldn't see the mess he’d made out of them. 

A well-rehearsed route: a casual slide inside the delicate garment, a timid swipe over each plush fold. Immutable, but you liked it — begged for more into his rouge under the white shirt shoulder. It matched you so effortlessly. Though his attire was sticky only from sweat. 

Torturous. Purely, perfectly, obscenely tortuous — that’s how his finger felt, hot and slick, in a precious little roll against the swell of your clit, and you found hold of his lean thigh, nails a sharp anchor in the gentle flesh of it — squeezing hard enough to cut through his pants. And his little chuckles —  these warm brisk spurts of muffled laughter. They had your free from gnawing at him hand pressing tight against your mouth, pushing the debauched whine back into your throat until it was practically strangling you, swallowing hard to keep everyone present unaware of the stage of bliss you were going through in that damned seat. As tempted as you were to scream at the top of your burning lungs — it was best for your audience to remain unconcerned. 

Don’t get caught, don’t attract attention, don’t fuck it up — but god was it difficult when you needed so much more than just these restrained, demure cirles against your aching clit. Glassy-eyed and so tense, you silently pleaded him to keep going — a second away from rolling into his lap to fall strung up on his just as much aching cock and have him thrust your heart out in that very grimmy seat. And he would do it, always so happy to please — no doubt muttering swears towards the oblivious handful of other passengers, mourning the urge to tend to as you deserve it — full-course and thorough. 

He probably won’t fuck you in public ever again. Not where he couldn’t pay you every last neck kiss and every last lewd little word, at the very least. 

But for now he tormented you meticulously towards the sweet climax — clockwise, calculated, gentle. With an occasional flick of darkened eyes over each potential witness: to make sure he’s the only one to savor your collapse, the ever thoughtful protector of your pleasure. And there he was in your ear again — with a filthy helping of pleasantries spoken softly to ensure you get what you want. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Voice satin, motions timidly flawless. He had a bit of a hard time pronouncing it, choked on a humm so utterly awe-struck. “Oh, the things I’d do to you if only we were alone. The things I’m tempted to do to you — to hell with privacy. Being quiet doesn’t suit you, milovaná.” 

And you finally spilled. Heavy head dropped back in what could’ve been a loud lustful moan — mouth formed an eager O under the slam of your sweaty palm. Buckled knees and tiny convulsions — you came not nearly hard enough in comparison to what he usually puts you through, yet it still lanced through you and turned limbs numb, clit was sore from the remnants of your dissolving arousal, throbbing under the generous stroke of his fingertips. 

A slow orgasm — both in delivery and departure, a taunting treat that left you delightfully dizzy. You captured the warm sight of him through the fluttering cover of lashes, myriad white dots biting roughly at your vision, rubbing rudely into a sunny line that melted the ends of his wild hair into a lighter shade. His hand slid away, tremulous. Left a glossy trace all the way up to your shaking knee. Thin wrist caught a little cramp. 

“Breathe.” A sultry reminder upon the slope of your shoulder as his lips found some skin in a brief kiss. Cheeky. Self-pleased. Had you nearly sobbing in fresh desperation when he wiped two glistening fingers to a fetched out handkerchief ostentatiously. Absorbed every drop of you and tucked it back into his breast pocket — to wear you there lewdly next to his heart. 

You’ll need a few cigarettes back-to-back to recover from this.  

The bus needed fifteen more minutes to spit you out gently into the hostile arms of the competition.

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[human-encounters-diary]

Day 15

We are set to arrive on Fendaar in two cycles. As we are currently stuck on the SIIR Noxos, I have concluded that the passages of time that I am free of duties would be best spent continuing to observe the human. The human, on the other hand, seemed to have different plans in that matter, as it took me an unusually long amount of time to locate her.

As I eventually found her, she seemed to be working on one of the control panels in the main control room, so I may excuse her absence with duties she had to attend to. As she saw me, although, she seemed rather…excited (this is obviously mere speculation, as the study of the Terran so far has provided far too little evidence to prove such theories)?

As she rolled out from under the control board and sighted me, her face once again split into a wide opening revealing her horrifying amount of teeth.

"Hey! Dude!", she said, raising to her full height and stepping towards me, still baring her teeth, although I did not recoil, as I did not want to seem impolite. She raised her arms, each pointing into a different direction, away from their connection to the human's body.

"Human Quinn. How are you?"

"Me? I‘m fine, the whole 'wandering around in space' thing just made me throw up, I honestly don‘t know why they insisted on keeping me there for two whole days."

The ends of her fingers, studded with claw-like (rather short and rounded instead of sharp, perhaps they were not meant to function as claws at all, or perhaps the beings on Terra were far different from what I knew, and therefore a shape like this was far more useful to hunt) protuberances, scraped over the back of the connection between her head and her upper body. If I interpreted her facial expression correctly, she seemed to be thinking.

"Maybe I got a light concussion too, I’m not entirely sure. But it's improbable, because I’m fine now."

I decided to focus on one piece of information at a time. "Well, this "throwing up" can certainly not be a healthy nor normal process, otherwise, it would not seem so violently painful and involuntary, would it?"

"Well it‘s not…unnatural, it‘s just something that can happen. And about health, it‘s not unhealthy, it usually helps us to get rid of stuff that is bad for our bodies!", she eludicated, moving one of her arms in a rather random manner.

"The scientists have concluded that this fluid is highly acidic. If this 'stuff' is so harmful to you, wouldn‘t it just dissolve in this fluid before being able to cause any further harm?"

Quinn seemed to think about that. 

"Well, just because it gets dissolved, doesn‘t mean it‘s gone, you know? It's still in our bodies, and we have to get rid of it somehow. And if it needs to be fast, we throw up. Honestly, I‘d definitely explain this further to you, but Biology‘s never really been my strongest subject, ya know what I mean?"

I did not, in fact, know what she meant, but I decided against questioning her further.

After a pause the Terran spoke up again: "So, this planet we're landing on..." "Fendaar.", I clarified. "Right. So, this planet that we‘re going to, it‘s a desert, right?" "That is correct." "So, is it a sand, an ice or, I guess you could also count rock desert? 'Cuz on my planet, we‘ve got all of those types."

"Fendaar‘s ecosystem is mostly made up out of sandlike landscapes with rather scarce vegetation and biodiversity. Most of the planets in system 36-54 have rather extreme temperature ranges, and Fendaar is no exception.", I eludicated.

"Alright, cool.", she spoke, rolling back under the underside of the control panel she had been working on previously. She seemed to be sitting, or rather lying, on a piece of metal with four small wheels attached to it, allowing her to move it around.

"Your planet.", I initiated. 

"Yeah?", she responded, while continuing her work on the wiring.

"Am I assuming correctly that your planet has a far bigger biodiversity?"

"Oh, yeah.", there was a small spring in her voice, as if she had let out air in the middle of speaking. "Big biodiversity. We‘ve got deserts and rainforests, coral reefs and permafrost - although perhaps not for that long anymore - mountain ranges and all that stuff."

"Interesting.", I supplied, for lack of a better response. If Terra had such differences in temperature and landscapes, it was a logical conclusion that the humans had evolved to survive under such circumstances.

"Yeah."

It was unusually quiet for some time. That was, until Quinn rolled out from the underside of the control panels.

"Alright, I‘m done." She took a deep breath before opening her mouth once again. Then, all of a sudden, the muscles of her face started contracting as if she was plagued by an invisible pain. Her eyes squeezed shut and she let out horrifying noise, holding an arm angled in front of her nose and mouth. The noise itself was not particularly loud or long, but I recoiled either way, as a measure of safety. I could not be certain if this gesture was meant to harm me, after all.

Quinn‘s arm sank down again as her other hand rubbed at her nose. She huffed, a sound far less threatening than the one she had produced a moment ago. One of the hair patches above her visual organs raised itself, prompting the question to arise if human hair was controlled by muscles or if it had a mind of its own, although this was a question that could be further investigated later. One of the corners of her mouth raised, revealing the seemingly sharpest teeth in her mouth.

"I guess dust is an inter-galactic thing, huh?"

I did not respond. Her face muscles contracted, causing the skin above her visual organs to crease.

"Hey, you okay? You‘re looking a little spooked over there."

"Human, I do not wish to cause you discomfort, but, if I may ask, what was the purpose of the noise you just uttered?"

She did not respond for a moment, blinking with both of her eyes as she stared at me. It was quite unsettling, considering her previous explanation, that most humans preferred not being stared at. 

"I…sneezed?" The creases in the skin above her eyes deepened.

My front pliers uttered another rattling sound. "What is this 'sneezing'? What purpose does it serve?" I admit, I was quite curious. Terrans seemed much more complex than I had previously assumed.

She paused, seemingly to think of an answer. "Well, it‘s like…if something is bothering us at or in out nose, like dust, for example, it‘s kind of the natural response to that. To keep things out of our bodies that don‘t belong there."

"Human bodies seem to require a lot of defense mechanisms.", I commented.

She raised and lowered the connection of her arms to her upper body, baring her teeth once again while raising herself to her full height, using one of her arms as support.

"Y’know, it’s surprisingly hard to explain something you’re so used to to someone who’s never heard of it. I guess I still have to work on the whole 'awareness that I‘m around aliens' thing. S‘ kind of surreal."

She patted off her clothing, as if to remove non-existent filth once again. I had noticed the past few cycles that most of her clothing seemed to consist of several, usually differently-coloured, pieces of fabric. 

Her clothes usually covered her body from the connection between her arms and torso to the connection between her legs and, presumably, her feet. Her feet were usually also covered, although I could not determine the purpose it was supposed to serve in the environment we are currently in, although the theory that the conditions on Earth are vastly different compared to the ones on the SIIR Noxos is gaining more probability, based on the Terran's narrations.

The human seemed to evaluate a question she wanted to ask (this is, of course, a mere speculation based on previous observations: her face muscles were contracted to form a crease over her visual organs, which could so far most likely be interpreted as confusion, thoughtfulness or discomfort; her head was both slightly raised and tilted to one side at the same time, a gesture that was most likely supposed to convey an ongoing thought process).

Although, before she could utter a noise, V-7 informed us of a request from the Vitrichl to gather for a matter of importance.

The purpose of his summoning was to divide the crew into several smaller groups that were to be assigned with different tasks to fulfill once we sucessfully landed on Fendaar.

I was grouped with the Terran, which was unsurprising, as well as Tkzt, a member of the species that is widely known across the galaxies as Ctzas (it is to note that the Ctzas have not evolved any form of written language and communicate exclusively through clicking and chittering sounds. The written forms of, for example, names of this species, are written by other species to produce approximately the same sound as the Ctzas make when recited verbally).

Tkzt, as a member of the unit controlling supply chains and keeping a list of the stock of the SIIR Noxos, would make a helpful addition in our task of seeking out the nearest settlement in order to stock up on supplies.

After all matters of importance were settled, the crew dissipated, continuing their respective tasks. The Terran was ordered to stay and to assist the Vitrichl in another matter, which is the reason I did not cross paths with the human again for the rest of this cycle.

Despite this, I am positive that accompanying the human on an foreign planet will give me a further insight into the species' mannerisms and interaction manners with foreign species, which will prove to be helpful further on in studying the human.

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[justmystyles]

Now You're In My Life - Part 7

catch up here

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 4.1k

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down.

warnings: 18+ NSFW, oral (f receiving)

a/n: none, just enjoy i guess.

*i say it's a plus size reader, while i don't focus a lot on that aspect (because your size should not define you), it will come up, so i just wanted to be upfront about it.

tags: @allthelovehes @ameerakane20 @ash-craze @bethanysnow @blue-ballad @brightlightsinlife @cute-as-ducks420 @gem1712 @golden-hoax @groovychaosavenue @hillzrry @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @n0vaj3an @stylesfeverr @superchrystaldrug @tenaciousperfectionunknown @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @youknowwhaaat

Your eyes flutter open, immediately greeted by Harry’s smiling face. “Good morning, princess.”

“Morning,” you greet him groggily. “How long have you been staring at me, you creep?” You bring your hand up booping Harry on his nose. 

“I’m sorry,” his hand slid up from where it had been resting on your hip to cup your cheek. “You just looked so beautiful, I couldn’t help it.” He leaned in, gently brushing his lips against yours. “You snore, you know?” 

“I’m sorry, did I keep you up?” Harry didn’t answer, he simply looked at you with a dreamy smile on his face, as if there was something he wanted to say. 

There was, those three words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t want to say them yet. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were true, but you had only known each other for a month. He knew how reserved you were, and he was afraid that if he said them too soon it would scare you away. 

“Earth to Harry.” You pulled him out of his thoughts, playfully knocking your fist against his head. “Where’d you go just then?” 

“Sorry darling, I was just thinking about all the special things I have planned for my birthday girl today.” He leaned in, kissing you softly. “Happy birthday, by the way.” 

You giggle as he begins smothering you with kisses all over your face. “You really don’t have to do anything, just being here with you is enough.” 

“Seriously?” He groaned dramatically sitting up in bed. “I wish you had said something sooner. It would have saved me so much trouble.” 

You laugh at his sarcasm, pulling his pillow from behind him and hitting him across the chest. He arched his brow at you, shaking his finger. “You’re lucky it’s your birthday, or else you’d be in for it right now.” 

“Such a tough guy,” you mock as you sit up, leaning in close, hoping to finish what you started the night before. You run your hand down his chest and start kissing along his jaw. 

“Y/N… that mmm, hold on.” He grabs you by the wrist, moving your hand off of him and leans back. “As much as I would love to, and I hate to deny you anything on your birthday, I’ve got to stick to a schedule if I‘m going to spoil you properly.” 

“Oh sure, sorry.” You pull back sheepishly, your gaze dropping to your lap. 

“Hey,” he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t apologize, I love where that pretty little head of yours is at. I’m here for a whole week, we’re going to have plenty of time for that. Trust me. But your birthday is only today.” You nod silently, still feeling embarrassed by the rejection. “Okay, princess?” He needed to hear you say the words. 

You push everything down, telling yourself you’re silly for being disappointed. “Okay Harry.” You smile, showing him that you’re fine. 

“Good girl.” With his hand still on your chin, he pulled you close for a lingering kiss. “Now get dressed, it’s time for phase one.” 

“Phase one? How many phases? And how should I dress? Where are we going?” The questions tumble out of you one after another.

“Slow down there,” Harry chuckled. “First of all, we aren’t going anywhere.” You looked at him curiously. “I need to set up a couple of things, which means I need to get rid of you for a bit.” 

“Hey,” you whine. “Rude.” 

Harry smiled and kissed you on the tip of your nose. “Sorry, that came out wrong. Just wear something comfortable. I wanted to make sure you were nice and relaxed, so you’re going for a massage while I run some errands and get things ready.” 

“Really?” You question, he nods his head in confirmation. “Harry, that’s amazing, thank you so much!” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close. 

Once you had both gotten dressed, Harry dropped you off at the massage parlor, and went off to prepare the rest of your day. The massage was better than you had expected, the masseuse worked your knots and tension away with ease as you let your mind drift off. You spent your time on the table thinking of Harry; wondering what else he had planned for today, but more than anything, you thought about the one thing that was never far from your mind. What was all of this? You were nervous to have that conversation with him, but you knew it was getting to a point where you couldn’t put it off any longer. You were falling deeper and deeper by the day, the idea that he may not feel the same was weighing heavy on your mind. It had been since Harryween.   

After your massage, you stepped out into the parking lot expecting Harry to be there waiting for you. Instead, there was a limo parked out front, the driver stood beside it holding a sign with your name on it. You approached the man and confirmed he was your ride home. 

You lounged in the back of the limo, partaking in complimentary champagne as you traveled the streets. When the car pulled up to your house, you saw Harry running out the side door and straight for the limo, opening your door for you. 

“Feeling relaxed, princess?” He asked as he took your hand and helped you out of the car.

“So relaxed Harry, thank you.” You pulled him close, thanking him with a kiss. “For the massage, and the limo.” 

“Anything for you.” He stepped back and offered you his arm, you linked yours through his instantly, and he guided you into the house. 

You entered through the kitchen to find a large balloon arch around the doorway to the dining room. When you stepped through, your eyes went wide as you looked around. There were banners and streamers everywhere. You chuckled when you noticed the theme. 

“Disney princess?” You asked. 

“Of course, princesses for my princess.” He grinned, his precious dimples on full display. 

You stepped up to the princess banner, and did a double take when you looked at Snow White. “Harry, did you draw a lip ring on Snow White?” 

“Snow White having a lip ring is canon now.” He shrugged. “It’s your fault.” 

You laughed and continued to look around, noticing the several wrapped presents on the table. “Harry, this is all too much. Seriously.” 

“It will never be enough,” he said as he stepped up behind you leaning close to whisper in your ear. “And it’s not even close to finished.” He moved away, pulling out a chair at the end of the table. “Sit please. Food first, then presents.” 

You take a seat, Harry slides in your chair and places a kiss to the crown of your head before going into the kitchen. He returns quickly with two plates, putting one down in front of you, and placing one down at the place setting to your right, taking his seat beside you. You look over the selection, scrambled eggs, home fries, bacon, sausage, and a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with a candle in them. “Harry, this is literally every single one of my favorite breakfast foods. How did you know?” 

“It’s what you ordered the day I met you.” His eyes were locked on you, almost as if he was in a trance. 

Your jaw drops as you stare at him in amazement. “You noticed… and remembered my order?” 

He brought his hand up, brushing a stray hand behind your ear. His hand rested on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I notice and remember everything about you. It’s hard not to.” 

You were speechless, you just stared into Harry’s eyes, feeling the sting of unshed tears in your own. You had never felt more seen. You didn’t know what you had done so right in life to end up here, with him, but you would do it a thousand times over if this was the result. 

“None of that now,” Harry pulled you out of your thoughts, wiping a stray tear that you didn’t know had fallen. “We don’t want soggy pancakes, now do we?” 

You chuckle, pulling out of his grasp and wiping your eyes. “Sorry, they’re happy tears. I promise.” 

“Good,” he said, resting his hand on your thigh. “Now make a wish.” He said, nodding to the candle on your pancakes. 

“I honestly can’t think of one, my life couldn’t get more perfect than it is right now.”

“Ugh… so corny,” Harry groaned jokingly. You both laughed, but when you looked at him you saw a twinkle in his eye that you hadn’t noticed before, making your heart leap. 

After you ate, Harry had you open your gifts. The first was the designer version of your handbag. Obviously yours was a cheap knock off, Harry had noticed and wanted you to have the real thing. He had also gotten you a custom perfume. You had told him once about your favorite scent, one that you wore exclusively until it was discontinued. Since then you had been having a hard time finding one you liked even half as much. He found a company that made custom scents, and had them recreate it for you. Of course, in true Harry style, the third gift was a body pillow with a picture of him on it. The one he had joked about getting you when you were in New York. 

You laughed and told him how silly he was, but truthfully, you knew you would use it. Even though you had only spent one night with him, you were already worried about being able to sleep without him beside you. Being in his arms felt so right, but you knew you were going to be alone again soon. You wondered if it was creepy to ask if you could spray the pillow with some of his cologne before he left. 

You had lost count of all of the birthday phases he had planned, but the next one was to take you shopping at your favorite store. He wanted to get you something special to wear to dinner, you insisted that you had plenty of options already, but he refused to take no for an answer. If you were being honest, Harry clearly had a much better grip on fashion than you did, so getting his help picking out clothes would be a pretty considerable upgrade. 

Shopping with Harry was a whole other experience, you felt like you were in a montage scene in a movie. The two of you went through the store pulling anything and everything to be put aside in a dressing room. Harry would then wait for you to  come out and model the selections for him. When you hated the way something looked on you, or told Harry it made you look fat, and you wouldn’t come out he would insist on you showing him, in his perfectly charming way. When you would finally concede, you couldn’t imagine ever truly denying him anything, he never judged or made you feel badly about how you looked. He told you if you weren’t comfortable, you shouldn’t get it, but then proceeded to tell you how absolutely stunning you looked, and you actually believed him. Well, you believed that he thought you were. 

After a couple of hours, and much more money than you were comfortable with him spending on you, the two of you made your way home to get ready for dinner. You stood in front of the mirror, applying your makeup when you heard Harry clear his throat. You turned to face him, and your eyes went wide at the sight. He was wearing a black suit with a white shirt buttoned just enough to show off the tiniest hint of his sparrow tattoos. 

“Wow…” You marveled as your gaze traveled from head to toe, taking in all of him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, doing a quick spin and holding his jacket open to show the look off. 

“Totally. I’ve seen casual Harry, superstar Harry, it’s an absolute pleasure to make the acquaintance of date night Harry.” You smiled at him before returning to your makeup. 

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You know,” he says, you look up to lock eyes with him through the mirror. “This is technically our first date.” He placed a soft kiss on the crook of your neck. 

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm,” he affirmed, his lips still pressed against your skin.

“Very bold,” you say. You watch in the mirror as his brows raise in curiosity. “A birthday first date, I’d say that’s one below a valentine's first date.”

“Go big or go home,” you chuckled at his response as his eyes scanned over the makeup you had spread across the counter. “Do you really need all this junk?” 

“Hell yeah, especially now.” He looks at you with a question in his eyes. “If I’m going to be seen walking around on your arm, I have to try to look at least a little worthy of that.” 

“Hey hey hey,” Harry’s arms move from your waist to your shoulders, turning you to face him. “First of all, your worth is not based on how you look. Ever. Y/N, you have so much to offer this world, so much that makes you incredible.” Your gaze begins to fall, but he stops it from reaching the ground, sliding his finger under your chin. “And second of all, you are so fucking beautiful, and if I have to remind you of that every god damned day, I will. But someday you’ll see it too. I’ll make sure of it.” 

Your breath hitched, the sincerity of the moment overwhelming you. You didn’t know what to say, so you went to your usual fallback. Humor. “I swear to god, if you start quoting that fucking One Direction song to me, I’m kicking you out of my house.” 

He chuckled, cupping your face in his hands. “There’s my girl.” He pulled you in and kissed you softly. He knew you had trouble being vulnerable, and receiving compliments so he didn’t push any further. He wanted to be a safe space for you, but it was going to take time for you to build that level of trust. He would give you that, he wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

“Now you finish whatever you need to finish, for yourself. I’ll be in the other room.” He kissed you on the nose before stepping out to the living room. 

You finished your makeup and moved to the bedroom to put on your dress and finish your hair. You slipped your heels on and walked out to the living room to meet up with Harry. He stood when he heard your footsteps, a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and let out a soft breath when he saw you. 

“Y/N… wow,” he ran his free hand along his jaw.

You felt a flutter in your stomach at the way he was looking at you. His gaze was intent and unrelenting. “You, uh… you got me flowers?” Harry remained silent for a moment, too caught up in taking you in to fully register your words. “Harry?”

“Oh sorry,” he blushed, realizing he’d been caught gawking. “I got you flowers,” he stuck his hand out, offering you the bouquet. 

“Where were you hiding these?” You ask with a chuckle as you take them, bringing them to your nose to inhale their scent. “They’re so beautiful.” 

“They don’t hold a candle to you, princess.” He leaned down, kissing you until you were both breathless. “Are you ready to go?” His voice was husky, and you felt his breath brush across your lips. 

You nod, trying to compose yourself. “Let me just put these in some water.” You turn and walk into the kitchen, Harry following close behind, not wanting to be too far from you. 

Once the flowers were in water, he helped you with your coat and led you outside, where the limo from earlier was waiting for you. You looked over at Harry with a smirk. 

“I figured we might want to have a few drinks with dinner,” he shrugged, smiling innocently. 

“Mmhmm… real slick, Styles.” You giggle as he leads you into the car. 

Harry seemed to be completely infatuated with you, he always had to be touching you in some way; either holding your hand, putting his arm around your shoulders, or resting a hand on your thigh. Every touch, no matter how slight, sent tingles through your body. Part of that was likely the bottle of champagne that you shared on the way to dinner, but more than that it was a carnal desire, one that had been growing since the day you met Harry. 

He had secured a reservation at a new restaurant that had been getting amazing reviews. It was also nearly impossible to get into. When you were initially seated, you were on opposite sides of the table. As the evening went on, his chair seemed to me moving closer and closer. By the time the server brought out your birthday dessert, complete with candle, but no song, Harry knew you hated being the center of attention. He wouldn't do that to you, he was seated at your side, his hand on the small of your back as you fed each other bites of cake. 

When you returned home, you both made yourselves into the bedroom. As soon as you crossed through the threshold, you slid your shoes off and let out a sigh of relief.

“Sore?” Harry chuckled at your exasperation. 

“Fashion over function fucking sucks.” You groan as you move to your dresser to pull out a pair of pajamas. 

“Tell me about it, sister,” Harry joked as he removed his shirt. You laughed with him before walking towards the door. “Where are you going?” He asked, removing his pants, leaving him in his underwear.

You turned back to him, your brows knit in confusion. “I’m going to go to the bathroom to change.” 

You watched Harry as he stalked toward you, his eyes darkening. “Stay here.”

He took your pajamas out of your hand and dropped them on the floor before pulling you into a dizzying kiss. Feeling your knees begin to go weak, you wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He pulls back, allowing you to catch your breath as he whispers against your lips. “There’s one phase left.”

“Wh… uh… what is it?” You stutter, unable to compose yourself. 

He gives you a devilish smirk and your core tightens. “To make you feel good.” His hand slowly grazes up your thigh and under your dress, running a finger over your panties, groaning when he feels how wet you are. “You poor thing, you’re dripping.” He growls. 

“Harry…” you gasp. 

“Yes, princess?” His tone was cocky, and it was driving you absolutely insane. 

“Please,” you whimper. 

He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Anything for the birthday girl.” He placed your earlobe between his teeth, tugging gently as his hands ghosted up your body, reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress. He pulled it down slowly, pausing to unclasp your bra so that he could remove both garments at once. His lips marked your neck as the zipper reached its lowest position. He only removed himself from you to lift your dress and bra over your head. Stepping back to admire you, as your clothing hit the floor. 

As his eyes raked over your body, you started feeling slightly uncomfortable with how exposed you were. You brought your arms up in an attempt to cover yourself, but Harry’s hands were on them immediately, moving them away from you. 

“Don’t hide, beautiful. I’ve been waiting so long to see you like this.” He ran his hands across your body, as if he were trying to catalog every peak and valley. “You’re absolutely perfect.” 

“Harry, I…”

“Shh,” he leaned in, silencing you with a kiss, his hands cupping your breasts firmly. “You’re perfect, and that is not up for debate.” 

His lips moved across your jaw, down your neck and then lower. When he reached your breast, he circled his tongue around your nipple before taking it in his mouth, causing you to gasp. You could feel him smile against your skin at the sensation. Before long, the kisses traveled across your chest, paying equal attention to the other side. 

With your gasps and moans spurring him on, Harry continued his descent, dropping to his knees as he kissed down your stomach. He kissed along the band of your panties before sliding them down your legs. You lifted your feet, assisting him in the removal, and he began kissing your calf, moving up to your knee. 

The attention stopped when he felt your knees buckle. “Do you want to go lay down for me angel?” You nod silently and he stands up, guiding you to the bed. “Comfortable?” He asks, once you have gotten settled. You nod again. “I want to hear you, princess. Use your words for me, okay?” 

“Y… yes Harry.” 

He smirked at you, kissing you softly. “Good girl.” He noticed when you shuttered at his words, and kissed you again. This time with more passion. 

He worked his mouth lazily down your body until he was positioned between your legs. He let out a breath over your gistenting core, your back arching at the sensation. “Fuck, Harry.” You whined. 

Just when you think you can’t stand the anticipation any longer, his tongue licks a long stripe through your folds, groaning at the sensation of finally being able to taste you. “God, even sweeter than I imagined.” His eyes looked up at you from his position between your legs, your gaze met his, your eyes half hooded from lust. “So beautiful,” he said before dropping his mouth back down on you.

As his tongue circled your clit, your hands ran through his hair, gripping on and tugging. He moaned into you at the sudden pressure, the vibration ripping through your entire body as you grind your hips against Harry’s mouth. 

Your eyes snap shut as you feel him slowly inserting a finger inside you. “God, you’re so tight.” He groaned, as he started adding a second finger. He worked his mouth and fingers expertly against you, hitting that spot deep inside you as your coil tightened. 

“Harry… more, please, I’m so close.” You begged for him to bring you over the edge. 

“Let go princess.” With that, your back arched off the bed, as you screamed Harry’s name in ecstasy.

He continued to work you through your trembling release, lapping up your juices. Once he was sure he had gotten every last drop, he kissed lazily up your torso, pausing when he was face to face with you. 

“Happy birthday, beautiful.” He pressed his lips to yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He pulled away, noticing your peaceful, yet slightly sleepy expression. “You okay?” 

“Better than okay,” you slur in a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion. You run your fingers through his hair, pulling him down into another kiss as your free hand travels down his chest to the band of his underwear. 

He pulls away, grabbing your wrist gently. “Not tonight, princess.” 

“But I… I want to return the favor. You need to get…”

He silences you with another kiss. “You are such a sweetheart, worrying about me like that, but don’t.” He smiles sweetly before dropping his lips onto yours. “It’s your birthday, tonight was all about you, I just wanted to make you feel good.”

“You did.” 

“Good, then my job is done.” He kisses you on each of your cheeks and the tip of your nose. “Get some rest, my darling.” 

He settles beside you, lifting his arm in invitation. You snuggle in close, resting your head on his chest as his arm comes down around you. 

“Good birthday?” He asks before kissing the top of your head. 

“Best ever.” He can feel your cheeks lift in a smile against his chest. 

He hums pensively as he rubs your arm. “I guess I’ve set the bar pretty high for myself for next year.” 

You sigh happily, drifting off to sleep thinking about his words. 

Next year…

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles headcanon #harry styles meet cute #harry styles fluff #harry's house #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry edward styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #love on tour #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic

[x-0ophelia0-x]

what if Ezra had an established relationship with reader-Chan and she was with Ezra when he did the whole kamikaze space whale thing, and when Sabin fines them they have a kid. I would like some thing fluffy please 🥺

that’s such a cute idea!!

a shared journey.

pairing: Fem!Reader x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none, just fluff

word count: 1,6k

summary: you knew that Ezra was about to do something really stupid, in order to make sure that your partner was okay, you joined him on his journey. You two were now stranded on some planet, but you weren’t alone, not with your mini bridger by your side. When the day arrived where Sabine found you, she also noticed the small legs hiding behind the both of you.

authors note: This request is just freaking cute ahh!! Not proofread yet, I‘ll do this at some time on Friday c:

anyway, enjoy <3

It’s strange how ten years already had passed.

How long it’s been since you last saw the stars of your own galaxy.

You knew that Ezra was up to something, it was a constant worry you had and when you catched a glimpse of him nodding towards Sabine and Chopper, you already knew that he was about to do something very stupid.

Which in fact, he did.

So you did what you thought was the best in that moment.

You ran to the hangar and jumped into a ship. Hoping that it was the one that Ezra would choose to sneak away from your friends.

There’s not much to say since it seemed like it was your lucky day.

He really chose the one in which you hid yourself, flying towards the Chimaera to hand himself over. 

All you could do was to wait for the right moment, not wanting to cause any more trouble or to lead the attention to you, and when you heard the first blaster shots being fired, the first thought that crossed your mind was to follow their sound, hoping that you’d find Ezra just in time. 

This is how you got yourself into this situation. When you finally reached the Chimaera‘s cockpit, it was too late.

Purrgils started to take the control over the ship, Ezra was talking to his comm before he noticed you standing right behind him.

Hera was yelling from the other side, asking if he at least knew where you were.

„what?.. what do you mean by y/n‘s not with you?!“

He then turned back, sensing that someone other then Thrawn was staring at him. 

„heyy..“

You nervously said, trying to act as relaxed as you could.

„What are you doing here?! You need to go now! They’re going to jump at any moment now!“

Ezra yelled, trying his best to hold Thrawn still, using the force with his one arm while he created a force bubble with the other.

„What I‘m doing here? I‘m making sure that you won’t do anything stupid! And guess what? I failed!“

„y/n I need you to go now. Please..!“

„I‘m not going anywhere Ezra, wherever you go I go“

„y/n“

„Ezra.“

He looked at you in disbelief, thinking that you lost your mind. 

„Listen.. the whales will jump and there won’t be a way back… are you sure?“

-

Ten years later and you’re still by his side, stranded on some unreachable planet while everything you could do was to watch the night sky with your significant other. 

His head rested on your thighs, his hand holding yours while you enjoyed the sight in front of you. There he was, lying down and watching the night sky, holding your biggest treasure close.

„where are the space whales now?“

Your little one asked. Looking up to both of you.

„oh love.. they continued their journey“

Not wanting to destroy your child’s hopes you decided to lie to him. 

He didn’t knew that Perridea was the place where the Purrgils went to die. 

Those whales were long gone by now, but try to explain this to a 6 years old without breaking his heart. 

„And they’re traveling right now as we speak.. somewhere up there“

Ezra added, lifting his arm to point at some stars.

„One day we’ll be the ones traveling up there..“

Your childs eyes lighted up, a sense of excitement overcoming him.

„Is he telling the truth? Mom??“

You chuckled at his question while Ezra faked to be hurt by his question?“

„What exactly does that mean now?“

He asked, still faking his hurt expression.

„That he’s smart“

You said without thinking, bursting into laughter when you realized what you just said.

„I‘m actually hurt. wow. Even my own son.. my wife“

Ezra looked away, noticing how your son actually believed his act.

„No don’t be hurt papa! You’re actually smart… I’m your own way!“

The lil one tried to make it better but he was just adding salt to the wound which made it even funnier.

„Thank you.. I guess?“

Ezra then said, looking down at his little Bridger.

„You didn’t answer the question.. Mom“

He teased, looking to your direction again. His eyes held so much love, it was almost impossible to resist them.

„Yes, he’s telling the truth dear“

The lil guy almost jumped as he got really excitement from the mere thought that he’d be flying up there one day.

„Does that mean that I‘ll get to meet aunti Hera and Sabine? And uncle Zeb?“

He added, looking at you with wide eyes.

You had told him about your adventures you both had before Perridea. 

About your experiences, the crew that grew to become somehow your new family and, of corse, you told him about Kanan.

He knew a lot about them just because he always wanted to listen to your stories and it’d be an understatement to say that he now knew nearly everything there was to know about your friends.

„Yes sweetie, and don’t forget Chopper“

You said, placing your hand to his, holding him close.

„That droid will shock you until you’re awake. Every. Morning. And he’ll do it just because it makes him happier“

Ezra said partly terrified, remembering how Chopper used to wake him up.

„I already like him“

„You’ll regret it“

„He’s still young  spaceboy, we should let him do his mistakes as long as they don’t cost him his life“

You joked, starting to feel tired yourself.

Soon the three of you laid in each others embrace, covered by a blanket, deep in your dreams.

Little did you know that a certain Someone was very close to you.

-

The crab people that gave you a place to stay seemed to be excited about something. Ezra and you were both worried, not knowing what was going to come.

„Why don’t you go inside and try to sleep? You’re still tired aren’t you?“

Ezra asked him, feeling a familiar presence as the small chat continued.

„It’s a great idea honey! common, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity“

You tried to make it sound like as if it was something unique.

This didn’t work on your son though and your time eventually ran out, but instead of a threat you two were completely dumbfounded by who stood right in front of you.

„Sabine..?“

You asked quietly, not believing seeing her after all those years.. 

She turned around, immediately locking gazes with you two. 

Your son was still hidden behind you. Not visible enough fernher to see him.

„It’s you.. it’s really you..“

Sabine said, not believing it herself.

„It sure took you long enough“

Ezra said, smiling widely at her, finally seeing his best friend after 10 long years.

„You didn’t really make it easy you know.. both of you, could have told us where you were going“

She said, walking closer to you.

„We didn’t know ourselves where we were going“

Ezra joked, getting tense when he suddenly seemed to struggle against something.

Sabine noticed it, and soon enough she also noticed the small legs that where hidden behind Ezra.

„No way..“

She said, her eyes widening with every passing second.

You two let out a chuckle, slowly going to the side to reveal your newest ,ember of the family.

„You became parents?!“

Sabine then asked, completely surprised from the happy news. 

„Mom.. Dad.. who is this?“

Your little one asked, clinging himself on Ezra.

„That’s Sabine“

You said proudly, looking over to Sabine who was still dumbfounded.

„Auntie Sabine? The Sabine??“

He asked, getting even more excited.

„Auntie ?“

Sabine asked, deeply touched at how you two raised him.

She then nodded.

„Yes, it’s me.. care to share your name?“

She then asked him back, smiling down at your little star.

„I‘m Caleb! It’s nice to finally meet you!!“

He happily said, running to her and putting her into a tight hug.

The mention of Kanans real name somehow warmed Sabines heart. 

It was a kind gesture to show justice for their Mentor and father figure by passing his name on to their first child.

„I like you already!“

„Me too“

„And I also think that I might know someone who’d be thrilled to be your friend“

Ezra looked at you and then to Sabine, Not believing what was happening right now. You did the same.

When Caleb was ready to let you two hug your best friend, it soon was time to get together, sit down and exchange your stories.

A lot had happened in the last 10 years and when Sabine finished her revision of what had happened intrastate your turn to update her on your life.

„I see that you both were quite busy.. didn’t expect to see a little bridger when I arrived here“

She said, smiling as she laid her eyes on him, watching while he tried to understand her helmet. 

Her statement left you two flustered but you eventually spoke up.

„Yeah.. well life wouldn’t be as exciting as it is if we wouldn’t take risks right?“

You looked at Ezra, your gaze telling him to somehow help you out since you didn’t find the right words.

„And sometimes those risks are hella ho-„

You punched him to the side, nearly choking on your own air when he said that.

„I mean.. sometimes those risks are the most beautiful and exciting things you’ll ever experience in your life.“

#ezra bridger #ezra bridger x reader #star wars rebels #star wars #ahsoka series

[yaesnovels]

memories and scars

blade x fem!bodied reader

cw: protected sex (woah a change for the first time in months lmfao), very soft and sweet, a little angsty at the beginning, oral + fingering, petnames (sweetheart, honey, baby)

note; blade may be (totally is) out of character, i have no clue about why and how he got those scars on his back / shoulders and that part is all just made up by me 

oh and also, if you got any headcanons to share that you would love to have something written for, my inbox is always open 🩷

distracted by the music you were listening to on your headphones, you didn‘t notice the bathroom being occupied by blade. 

“oh, i’m sorry! didn’t mean to bar- blade?”, your tone was suddenly worried. it had been a couple of weeks since you were officially together and you had never seen him shirtless, so the amount of scars on his back scared you immensely. 

“sweetheart, calm down, everything’s fine”, he immediately tried to calm you down. “i‘m okay, nothing to worry about. let me get out and i‘ll explain.“

“o-okay”, you mumbled, leaving the bathroom and impatiently waiting for him to come out. when he did, he was only in his shorts; not wearing a shirt because he didn‘t expect you to be back so soon and thought he‘d would be able to cover his scars with some piece of clothing as he always did, so he simply forgot to take a t-shirt with him. 

blade was always aware that one day you‘d see them, ask him about them and how he got them. he was always just mentally preparing for the day he had to open up about this — he simply did not expect for it to happen this fast. 

‘this fast‘ was an overstatement; you both had known each other for over two years already, having met when the astral express had arrived on xianzhou and shortly before he left with kafka. you had immediately caught his attention and he simply could not forget about you for one moment. meeting for the second time, shortly afterwards, he had left a message for you to find him in a hidden corner. 

despite knowing it was a bad idea, you couldn‘t help the adrenaline rush through your veins at doing something no one of the astral express would consider smart. 

after exchanging numbers with the stellaron hunter, you kept finding yourself texting him whenever your investigations hit a snag just to talk about it. surprisingly, you both clicked very well, to the point that he asked you out at some point throughout those two years you had known each other. 

your relationship wasn’t official until around two months ago, however. you sometimes didn’t manage to contact each other, after all, you both were considered two different sides for the people you were affiliated with, which kind of delayed the obvious direction you two were headed and you just couldn’t help but fall in love with the stellaron hunter. 

blade had always been insanely attentive with you – always enjoyed showing off that you were the only one who mattered to him in his life except for his job. he never let anyone or anything get between you two and despite the protests you had received from march, you two started dating when you both finally decided to make a move. 

“what are those scars, blade?”, you finally asked him after sitting in silence for a bit. “what happened to you?” 

your voice was shaking, you just couldn’t imagine what he possibly could have gone through to have such extreme scars on his back and his arms. 

“it’s a long story”, he tried to avoid explaining everything, not wanting to see you cry because of how horrible his childhood had been. 

“i don’t care if we sit here until tomorrow so you can tell me everything, blade! i just want to know. please?” 

you cursed yourself for already sounding so weak and felt a tear roll down your cheek. he sighed before he nodded and started talking about how he got his scars, how kafka had gotten him out of there. 

“i never really talk about this so i just wanted to wait with telling you, sweetheart. not that i didn’t trust you, i guess i just needed to get ready for this kind of revelation about my past”, he ended his explanation. 

“i am so sorry this all happened to you”, you mumbled. “can i… uhm, see them? properly this time?” 

blade nodded as he turned around, shivering as you brushed his hair away and he startled when he felt your lips touch his skin, specifically over his scars. you softly caressed the healed wounds of torture the man you loved had to endure for years on end until kafka had saved him. 

“i love you”, you mumbled against his shoulder, placing yet another gentle kiss, this time on his neck. he turned back around to face you, eyes going up and down from your eyes to your lips before he leaned down and kissed you. 

you were absolutely startled by how sudden his lips were on yours and placed your one hand on his cheek and the other one intertwining with his hand as he pushed you down underneath him on the bed.

“i love you”, he finally said; your eyes widening because despite you having already said those three sweet words, he had never done this, at least not yet. 

you had been okay with him not being ready to say it yet, being patient for him to figure out his feelings for you and your heart fluttered in happiness when he finally told you how he truly felt about you. 

“never once in my life i thought i would feel this way about someone. but you… you brought out something in me i never thought i would be even able to feel. and i’m happy that i got to experience this with you, sweetheart.” 

before you could say anything else, he leaned down again, kissing you softly once more and you just melted into his grip on your body. 

it just felt so natural as he slowly pulled off the clothes you had on and him practically worshiping your body with his gentle kisses and touches. 

“you are so perfect, sweetheart”, he mumbled against your tummy, making you giggle as it tickled, him also laughing at how adorable you were. 

blade leaned forward to the bedside drawer and pulled out a foiled package, ripping it open and wrapping the condom over his cock. but before he did anything, he made sure to ask whether you were ready for sure. 

“are you sure about this?”, he mumbled against your neck, planting soft kisses to your jaw as you nodded and placed a soft peck on your lips before he finally aligned his tip with your entrance and slowly sinking into you, letting out a groan as your tight walls engulfed him, burying his face against your neck, closer to you more than he would ever been able to until this exact moment. 

“oh, sweetheart, you feel so good”, he started nipping on your neck, as he started building up a steady rhythm.

he wasn’t fast or too rough; instead he was trying to be as gentle and soft with how he fucked you, careful not to hurt you. 

“blade”, you whimpered, clinging onto his back with your hands, “it feels so– so good.” 

“oh, yeah? does it, sweetheart?”, he chuckled, taking one of your hands and intertwining your fingers as he increased his pace, making you close your eyes in bliss. 

“i’m so proud of you, baby, you’re taking me so well”, he mumbled. “you’re doing so, so good.” 

the constant praises and checking up on how you were doing made your heart flutter in happiness, how did someone like blade even fall in love with you? 

“please”, you whimpered, letting out a cry when he teased your clit with his thumb, chuckling at how adorable your little reactions were. “i’m so close.” 

“yeah? you’re close, honey? then come for me, baby. come for me just how you want to. like you deserve to, sweetheart.” 

he let out a groan as he as well got closer to his release and finally reached the moment of pure bliss, his body tensing, being completely still for a moment as he let out a bunch of curses. 

when he realized that you had yet to find your release despite telling him you were close, he didn’t hesitate to pull out and go down on you, wrapping his lips around your clit as he sucked on the bundle of sensitive nerves. 

“mhm, you taste so good, sweetheart. can’t believe i managed to hold myself off for so long from you”, he mumbled, also slowly inserting two of his fingers inside as he stimulated you with his mouth and his fingers at the same time. 

blade smiled triumphantly as you finally came around his fingers and breathlessly laid on the bed. 

when he laid down next to you, he looked at you with a grin and you both just started laughing. “oh, wow, i can’t believe this actually just happened”, you mumbled, cuddling up against him as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“me neither, sweetheart. me neither”, he whispered, kissing you on your cheek before he just cuddled back up against you, and shortly after falling asleep with you in his arms.

tagging; @jingyuanfairy

#. flowers for : blade ! #honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #hsr #hsr blade #hsr smut #blade smut #hsr fanfiction #blade fanfiction

[liibility]

??idk ur a god and u rescued xiao from his old master. and so he loves u. And i dont understand tenses. its 1:40 am here gn

cw: kissing, a little power imbalance(?) xiao being So dramatic and also obsessed with you. but not in a weird violent way but in a i would die for you and also respect your boundaries! way. so i guess that‘s a little yandere

—

He loved you so much.

Anything you asked of him, he‘d do. You didn’t need him, really, but you still let him be around you. It wasn’t something he understood, but he wouldn’t dare question it; because despite his desire to be perfect for you, he couldn’t help this selfishness. If you realized you didn’t need him around, there was no telling what that would do to him. He needed you. He adored you.

And yet—

He couldn’t do what you were asking of him.

"Xiao, please kiss me."

You’d never told him what you wanted before. Instead of commanding him like you should, it was always optional. You never forced him to do anything. Even now, as you told him what you wanted for the first time, you didn‘t demand it.

But defiling you in such a way was nearly sacrilegious. No matter how tantalizing your lips looked, or how much he wanted to devour them—

No, he couldn’t do it.

Why were you tempting him?

Still, you looked him straight in the eye, pinning him in place with your gaze so he couldn‘t look away.

"I‘m going to kiss you, Xiao. Push me away."

He could feel himself trembling as he watched you move in closer, closer, closer—

How could anyone resist you?

He couldn‘t help the way his hands gripped your sides to pull you closer to him. He couldn‘t help the way his mouth responded to yours, opening immediately to let your tongue inside.

Xiao feels the way your fingers curl against the nape of his neck to play with his hair and he whines into your mouth, pressing himself into you as much as he possibly can. He can hear himself panting embarrassingly and there’s spit threatening to drip off his chin, but he can’t bring himself to care right now. The sounds he’s making are greedily swallowed by you as you press back with equal fervour.

His pants are getting louder now, and he can feel heat beginning to curl in his stomach. Silently, he begs for more, unaware of the way his hips are moving against yours.

More. More. More. More—

When you pull away, he unconsciously follows your lips for more, brain still dazedly focused on you and the sensations you give him.

It takes him several seconds to realize his utter disrespect, and his cheeks burn hot as he realizes what he‘d just done.

Before he could open his mouth to say a word, however, you gently cover his mouth with your hand.

"Don‘t speak, Xiao. It‘s alright."

It didn‘t make sense. You were so confusing, just as always. Everything you said and did was so backwards. He could not understand you.

But you said it was alright, so… it was alright.

#moment of weakness (inspiration) sunny posts genshin #confession guys im acrually a genshin freak #im sorry for hiding this #xiao x reader #xiao x gn reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #genshin xiao #genshin impact #yandere xiao #i hate this actually #LOL

[bonny-kookoo]

hii bonny 🤍

i‘m also very curious about what happened in crossroads can you maybe still post what is in your drafts 🥺

This is a random scene from my notes on my phone, set somewhere (I think? It's been a long time since I wrote those notes..) after his (failed) tattoo appointment. It was unfinished, so I cut off the last part of it that was a little scrambled and ended in an open sentence haha.

Only a warning for angst, being drunk and smoking. That's it.

It's not hard to realize that he's not the same person you used to go out with years ago- if not just by the way he visually changed, but also internally.

Still- if you had the ability to open up his chest and repair all the damage done to his back then soft heart, you'd do it in a beat of your very own with no questions asked. Then again, maybe you shouldn't- maybe you should just leave him alone just like you were told to years back. Did it do any good?

Did he grow up well? Are his piercings and tattoos his choice, or were they just a decision of rebellion against his parents after you left?

Had you already fucked him up too much to have someone save him?

"Hey- oh, you're cold." He notices the second his warm hand finds your rather cooled down, naked skin fleetingly, before he sits down next to you on the large rock in Taehyung's backyard. The music is still booming inside the house, and everyone's clearly conversing and having fun- so why is Jungkook out here with you of all people?

Especially after avoiding you like the plague?

"It's fine." You say, pulling your knees up to your chest, heels of your shoes scraping a bit before they find hold on an edge. He runs his fingers through your hair, his cheeks a bit reddened and nose shiny from the alcohol he still holds in his hand, before he sets down the beer bottle into the grass in front of him. "I get a headache from the loud music." You mumble, looking at a frog jumping into a bush. Taehyung fails to really maintain a proper garden- everything's wild and untamed back here, and you actually like the sight.

"I swear he keeps turning it louder every song." Jungkook chuckles, clearing his throat before he pulls out a slightly crumpled pack of cigarettes- offering you one that you take rather reluctantly. You're not sure when he started to smoke- but you won't question it either, just as much as he doesn't question if you still smoke or not, apparently. "I won't stay much longer. They're getting too wasted for my taste.." He mumbles to himself, before he lights his cigarette- holding out the lighter to you. "Taehyung keeps kissing people on the cheek."

"Well, you're pretty bad already too." You sigh, lighting your own for yourself before you give it back to him-

noticing the pink glued yarn on it, right before he snatches it back to put it into the small cardboard box he stuffs in the front pocket of his blue sweater.

Does he know that he still keeps something of you with himself?

Or did he forget that it was yours years back?

"Not really, no." Jungkook laughs, though he does rub his eyes a little, and it stings because his timing to your thoughts couldn't be anymore painful. "Really. Why do you think I'm drunk?" He accuses with a slightly playful hint in his tone that you don't feel fits the moment.

"Cause you're out here with me." You simply tell him, avoiding eye contact because he's been avoiding you the entire night until now.

"Hm, you have a point." He shrugs, taking a long drag of the cigarette between his fingers before he continues. "I can't handle you when my brain works, I guess." He laughs, and you just silently smoke next to him, watching the ash from it fly off with red sparks every time you flick it off. "I wanna ask you why you left." He says, lowly, seriously, and now you start to feel the cold too.

Or maybe it's just him.

"But I'm not drunk enough to do that." He chuckles, leaning back a little, moving his neck until it cracks- a habit he still has.

"Is that why you're here now?" You ask quietly, worried about his answer, somewhat- but at the same time, you're already scolding yourself for not letting it go. "So I tell you without you having to ask?" You continue nevertheless, brain too fogged up from the amount of alcohol to really sustain the ability to think thoughts quietly it seems like.

"No." He shakes his head, before he huffs out a long drag of smoke. "I just wanna.. pretend? Remember? Fuck." He laughs to himself, face in his hands for a good moment, cigarette burning on it's own tucked between to fingers.

It takes you a moment to realize he's probably crying. Or trying not to. You can't tell.

"Can't you at least say sorry?" He suddenly says, and once his hands are gone from his face, you can finally spot all the lights from the inside of the house behind you reflect in his glassy eyes like they're mirrored. His tears don't fall until he blinks-

then they're gone again, the lights and the tears, frustration replacing all of it, shaking you awake especially when you realize he's looking right at you.

"I can't." You tell him, bottom lip quivering as you keep it together the best you can. "I can... only say sorry for not being able to say sorry." You laugh, and he shakes his head.

"So you just.. left, fucked me over, and you don't regret that at all?" He argues so softly it hurts. It would feel a lot better if he yelled at you- because you can deal with anger, with resentment and all of that, you grew up with it, it's normal-

this isn't. You don't know what to do.

"Never said I didn't regret it." You deny, killing the burning cigarette bud by scratching it over the rock you're sitting on. "...I just can't say sorry for something I.. didn't do." You deny, and at that, he looks at you standing up, hugging yourself, before your heels sink into the soft ground, making you trip-

and him get up too quickly as he stumbles just as much, almost falling into the bushes with you if it wasn't for the flimsy fence your back hits instead, his hands on either side of you, face right next to yours.

"What did they do to you?" He asks, and you want to scream, yell, call police or whatever just to get out of it-

because you can handle him hating you. You're okay with him using you as the villain and reason he ended up mending his relationship with his parents. You can handle being the breaking point of the young Jungkook who finally woke up and realized that his parents and home had always been trying to help him. You can handle that.

But you can't handle tearing all of that apart. Not because he doesn't deserve the truth, but because you won't get a happily ever after anyways.

"They had something to do with it." He keeps going, only slowly giving you space again, and suddenly you want him close again, just so you don't have to look at him. "I know they did-"

"Jungkook-" You start, when you hear the door of the house opening, glass door swinging open, some people laughing as they walk out as well, shattering whatever moment just transpired between you both as you slip right underneath his arm. "I should get home now." You tell him with a tight-lipped somewhat smile, but his face is dangerous.

"Hoseok drives you home, right?" He asks, and you nod, unsure. "Cool." He says, completely catching you off guard as he walks past you. "I'll tell him you wanna go. I'll just go and say bye to Taehyung." He says, making you look after him confused, before you realize.

Hoseok mentioned he'd drop someone off on the way to your place.

And apparently you now know who that someone might be.

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A Simple Salt and Burn

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: A simple salt and burn turns out to be not so easy after all.

Words: 11,2k

Warnings: angst, language, fluff, reader gets/is hurt, painkillers, friends to lovers 

A/N: English isn’t my mother tongue so please excuse any mistakes! :)

Masterlist

~~~

A soft knock on the door made you look up from the book you were currently reading. Sam had bought it for you on their last hunt to help you pass some time while you were taking a little break. You had to heal from a pretty bad wound you had gotten from a werewolf a few weeks ago.

„Yeah?“, you called out and Dean slowly entered your room.

„I‘m not interrupting you, am I?“, he asked, pointing at your book.

„Oh no.“, you shook your head and smiled at the older Winchester. „I just finished the chapter.“

With a relieved sigh, he sat down on the edge of your bed.

„That’s good.“, he said before he went silent and scratched his neck. „So…uhm…“

Closing your book you looked at him.

„What is it?“

„Well…“, Dean cleared his throat and turned a little more to you. „Sam wanted me to ask you if you wanted to join us on a new case...“

You being surprised was an understatement. Never had you even thought to hear that question right now. 

It was no wonder that suspicion started to rise right away, so you asked: „But?“

Dean huffed while shrugging. 

„I‘m just a little worried that it might be a little too soon for you.“, he confessed.

„Uhhh…“, you frowned. „I don’t know. I’m feeling pretty good right now, to be honest. What kind of case is it?“

„A simple salt and burn.“, the dirty blonde answered.

He still didn’t look very convinced.

„I think that should be alright.“, nevertheless you nodded and pulled your blanket to the side. „Might just be perfect for me. It’s something easy to get back into business again.“

You chuckled and hoped it would loosen the tension.

„You sure?“, Dean stood up after you had made your way to the duffle bag that was laying in the corner of your room.

„Yeah.“, you started to throw various items of clothing in it and turned to him after you had heard him sigh. „I promise. I‘ll be careful, okay?“

And finally, you had persuaded him.

„Alright, I guess.“, Dean smiled a little and nodded outside while he was walking to the door. „Meet us at the Impala in 15 minutes?“

„Sounds good to me.“, you agreed and he left.

Relief spread through your body and you couldn’t help but grin. Finally, the boredom was over. Still, you had to admit that it was right for Dean to worry. Your wound wasn’t completely healed yet, but in a much better condition than before. 

You pulled up your tank top a little to reveal the bandage on your belly. Carefully you removed it and looked at the fresh scar. It had been a pretty large and deep cut, but right now it was only a little red and irritated. Not too bad. 

„Okay, let’s put on some ointment and get the rest of my stuff.“, you murmured to yourself.

Said and done. After you had taken care of your wound, you remembered the painkillers on your nightstand and threw them in the bag, too. Just in case. Then you collected your toiletries in the bathroom and there was only one thing left to do: throw on some real clothes.

Finally, you made your way over to the garage. 

„Hey boys.“, you greeted the Winchesters.

„Hey.“, Sam smiled at you and put the duffle bag that you were handing him in the trunk of the Impala. „How are you feeling?“

„Well rested and excited.“, you answered him with a smirk and he patted your shoulder.

„Glad to hear that.“, the Brunette opened the door to the backseat for you. „I‘m happy you’re back on track again.“ 

„Yeah, me too.“

You got in the car and looked at Dean who was already in the driver's seat. His glance shifted from his smartphone to you. 

„Wait.“, he furrowed his eyebrows. „Is that my flannel? I‘ve been looking for it everywhere!“

Grinning you eyed the brown material on your body.

„After the last load of laundry, it kinda showed up in my drawer, so I thought I’d borrow it.“

Now he chuckled.

„At least I know now that it’s in good hands.“, he said.

This statement made you blush a little. You‘ve had some feelings for the older Winchester for a while now but just couldn’t muster the courage to tell him. Losing your best friend was your worst fear so you decided to stay quiet.

„Okay, let’s go.“, Sam got in the car and you cleared your throat.

„Yup. Let’s kick some ghost ass.“ 

~~~

After three hours of driving Dean decided to take a stop at a gas station. He turned the Led Zeppelin song that was blasting from the stereo lower and got out of the Impala. Just two seconds later his head appeared again and he looked at you.

„Want something from the shop?“, he asked.

„Uhm…maybe some chocolate?“, you shrugged.

„Alright.“, Dean turned to go but he was stopped by his brother.

„Hey, what’s with me?“, Sam pouted.

„You and me both know, that you’re more into rabbit food than snacks and there’s no green stuff at a gas station.“, this was the only answer the dirty blonde gave him, then he was gone.

Sam huffed while you were laughing.

„Oh wow, that was mean.“, you chuckled.

„Yeah…“, he said sourly.

„Don’t worry, I‘ll share some chocolate with you.“, you leaned forward and nudged his arm.

He snorted while rolling his eyes.

„Thanks, N/N.“

„You’re welcome.“, grinning you sat back and stared out of the window. „Anyways…what’s the case about? I can’t believe I haven’t asked already.“

Sam nodded and grabbed his notebook.

„Yeah, we had a lot to catch up on. You barely left your room in the last three weeks.“, he spoke.

„Right…“, you sighed. „Wasn’t feeling that well…“

„I know. It’s alright. I’m glad you’re doing better.“, Sam waved it off. „So…where is it?“ He flicked through his notes. „Oh yeah. A group of teenagers went missing in a haunted house in Purcell, Oklahoma. Your typical dare. Fact is that only one kid came back and he’s absolutely traumatized. He told the police that a disfigured man let his friends vanish or might have even killed them. They thought he was nuts so they put him in a mental facility.“

„Jesus. Poor kid.“, you murmured. „But it really sounds like a salt and burn.“

Just as you finished your sentence Dean opened the driver's door.

„Look what I found! Beef Jerky with Pizza flavoring!“, grinning from ear to ear he shook the little bag in front of Sam.

Sam only rolled his eyes. 

„Oh, here’s your chocolate.“, Dean threw a Hersheys bar at you that you barely caught. „Were you two talking about the case?“

„Yeah.“, you nodded and opened the chocolate bar before taking a bite.

„I see.“, Dean started the car and got back on the road. „So…what’s the plan?“

„First of all we should get a motel.“, Sam suggested. „Afterwards we can talk with the police and Lucas Paulson. He’s the only one from the group who’s not missing.“

„Sounds good.“, you agreed. „Maybe we should also look into the backstory of the haunted house. I mean…surely the police and Lucas can tell us a few things about it, but just to be safe. Then we can visit the house.“

„Alright.“, Dean said. „But let’s do all of the case stuff tomorrow. It’ll be late when we arrive in Purcell. Maybe we could go out for a few drinks? What do you guys think?“

His eyes met yours in the rearview mirror. Sam already shook his head. 

„Nah. I think I’m going to do some research.“

Dean didn’t react. His eyes were still on you. Immediately you could feel yourself turning a little red.

„Uh, sure. Why not?“, you gave in.

The older brother smiled.

„That’s my girl.“

Your eyes widened a little but at the same time, you knew or rather told yourself that he didn’t mean anything by it. He was your best friend and you were his. That’s all.

~~~

Finally, you arrived at the Three Oaks Motel. It wasn’t too shabby and they even had a free room for three. A double bed and a single bed. Sam took the single one because the double bed would be too cramped for the other person sleeping there, so you and Dean had no other choice than to take the double. It wasn’t really weird, you’ve had spent a few times sleeping in one bed with Dean when no rooms for three persons were available, but right now with your feelings, it wasn’t the best option. 

Sighing you put down your duffle bag on your side of the bed.

„Is sleeping next to me that bad?“, Dean chuckled and threw his stuff next to his nightstand.

„Oh!“, you felt caught. „Not at all…uh…the drive was just long.“

The blonde looked at you with worry.

„Your wound isn’t hurting, is it?“

„No. But my back. I’m getting old.“, quickly you tried to distract him and laughed.

Snorting he shook his head but you didn’t miss that there was still worry in his eyes.

„Okay. Let’s grab some food. I’m starving.“, nevertheless you had a plan to escape the situation. „I saw a diner on our way to the motel. It should be a few minutes away by foot.“

Both Winchesters agreed so you set out. While you were waiting for your burgers and Sam‘s salad you discussed the little information you had about the case and the last werewolf hunt that had left you with that nasty cut on your stomach. The topic was still a little sensitive for you so you tried to talk your way around it. To be honest, the wound really did hurt a bit after the long drive, so after a while, you excused yourself to the restroom to take an Advil. 

Sighing you looked at yourself in the mirror. You really hoped you had made the right decision to tag along.

After dinner, Sam made his way back to the motel, and Dean and you went looking for a bar. For a while, you just walked silently next to each other. 

„So…“, Dean broke the silence after some time. „You took something for the pain in the bathroom, didn’t you?“

Your steps slowed down and you looked at him. 

„Don’t lie. I saw you taking the pills out of your bag back in the motel. And I also noticed you huffing quite a bit before you went to the restroom.“

You both stood still now and you gulped.

„Well…“, you let out a shaky breath. „The cut hurt a little. But it’s okay. Really.“

Dean eyed you with a stern look on his face and blew some air through his nose. 

„So you didn’t tell me the truth in the motel.“

He was pissed. At least a bit.

„Why?“, he asked.

You looked to your feet and shrugged.

„I just didn’t want you to worry.“

„But I do. All the time, since that werewolf got you.“

„I know.“, you murmured, then you got louder. „I just couldn’t stand being bored to death in my room anymore. The wound was fine before the ride. I promise. And I…I know I fucked up that werewolf hunt but you need to trust me. I’m fine. Please…“

Dean took a step forward and put his hand on your shoulder.

„I trust you, sweetheart. I just can’t see you hurt.“, he said. „And you didn’t fuck up that hu-“

„I did.“, you didn’t let him finish his sentence. „I ran after that werewolf and that’s why he got me. You even got mad at me for it.“

Now the green-eyed hunter sighed.

„Yeah, I know Y/N. But you just tried to save that girl. And you did, which makes me so proud of you. I was just mad at you because I was scared for you…“, his hand left your shoulder and he turned away from you.

Now you didn’t know what to say. Your mouth opened but nothing came out, so Dean went on.

„So…yeah. It’s not your fault.“, he cleared his throat. „But you need to be honest with me about your wound, okay? I won’t stop you now but I want you to let me know if it’s getting worse.“

For some time you stayed silent, then you nodded.

„Okay.“

„Good.“, the older Winchester set in motion again and you caught up to him. „Now let’s forget about that, deal? I really need some drinks.“

He smiled at you and held his hand out for you.

„Deal.“, you reciprocated the smile and took it.

~~~

The next morning started early. You were really happy that you didn’t drink so much last evening because you didn’t want to mix too much alcohol with the painkiller. Dean on the other hand wasn’t that lucky. He grumpily sat on his bed and slurped on the coffee that Sam had brought from his morning jog. 

„So…wanna drive to the police station in 15 minutes?“, the younger Winchester asked.

You nodded, but Dean only glared at Sam.

„Jesus, could you slow down a bit? Some of us are not fully awake yet.“

„Well, sorry. It’s not my fault that you’re hungover.“, Sam snorted, then he went out to grab the suits from the Impala. 

Dean grumbled a little and you chuckled.

„Come on, big boy. You’ll be fine.“, you said and patted his shoulder. „Need some Advil?“

„Nah…“, he waved it off. „I‘m good.“

„Alright.“, you shrugged. „Then drink up and get ready.“

The dirty blonde sighed but finally got up and disappeared into the bathroom. Just then, Sam came back and handed you your suit. 

„He seems to listen to you more than to me.“, he shook his head.

Grinning you answered: „At least he listens to someone.“

„Yeah. You’re right.“, Sam chuckled, then he started to change into his suit. 

After you turned around you did the same. It wasn’t untypical for you to do this. After all the brothers had already seen you enough in your underwear while tending to your wound or that time you all went swimming in a lake near the bunker.

Eventually, Dean returned from the bathroom. His hair wasn’t disheveled anymore and he smelled like deodorant. 

„You look better.“, you told him.

„Gee, thanks. Still feel like shit.“, he yawned, then he pulled his shirt over his head and started to throw on his suit.

You couldn’t help but glance at his torso, the anti-possession tattoo, and his soft abs. Gulping you looked away, when you realized, that Deans's gaze had met yours and you could see him smirking from the corner of your eye.

„You good, sweetheart?“, he asked cockily.

„Perfectly fine.“

Exhaling, you walked past him and outside to the car. Your belly was feeling all fuzzy and you could really beat yourself for staring so much. While pinching the bridge of your nose you walked up and down for some time and only stopped, when you heard the two brothers leaving your room.

„Let’s get going.“, Sam hopped into the passenger seat and you got into the backseat without saying a word.

When Dean had finally taken his place in front of the steering wheel, his eyes set on you for some seconds through the rearview mirror, then he started the motor. Shakily you quietly breathed out and decided to look out of the window. 

Only a few minutes later you arrived at the police station. After you went in, Dean introduced you to the sheriff, who was talking to one of his colleagues in the lobby.

„Hello. I'm Agent Plant, these are Agent Page and Agent Jones.“, he nodded to you and Sam. „We‘re from the FBI and we’re here for the investigation of the missing teenagers.“

The sheriff looked surprised. You on the other hand tried to hold in a grin because you knew perfectly well that Dean had chosen the last names of Led Zeppelins members. 

„The FBI? Why would they deal with this case?“, Sheriff Milner who was a tall man with light brown hair and stubble as a beard asked.

„Uhm.“, Sam cleared his throat. „We’re newbies, so our boss decided it would be best for us to start with something easy.“

Now the Sheriff laughed.

„Easy.“, he snorted. „Well, not so easy if you ask me, gentlemen and dear lady. Come with me.“

He escorted you to his office and handed Sam a file. While Sam was flicking through it he began to tell you about the case. 

„So…as you can see we have five missing teenagers, two girls, and three boys. Only Lucas Paulson got away, but he went a little crazy.“, he sighed. „They visited the old Griffin House which is just a little outside of town.“

„We were told that it’s haunted. That right?“, Dean asked.

Sheriff Milner shrugged.

„If you ask me it’s just a story, but I have to admit that the case is…well, weird.“

Now you frowned.

„Weird? Can you tell us a little more about the backstory of the house? To be honest, we didn’t get a lot of information on it.“, you wanted to know.

„Yeah of course.“, the brunette nodded. „60 years ago the Griffin family lived there. A couple with a daughter and a son. They were quite highly regarded, but the son…uhm…he caught interest in satanic rituals.“

„Oh.“, Dean said.

„Yeah. Oh.“, the Sheriff chuckled. „Well, one day everything escalated when he conjured a ritual and the house burned down with the entire family. Since then it has been said that the ghost of the son still haunts the ruins. Many young people go there as a test of courage. Just like in our case.“

„Wow. That’s…“, you didn’t really know what to say.

„Eerie.“, Sam completed the sentence for you and you nodded.

„Yup, you can say that.“, Sheriff Milner agreed. „But they never found satanic shrines, symbols, or weird objects. It is said that he performed the ritual in the basement of the house, but it was completely empty except for a few supplies and tools when the police investigated it. That’s why many say that it’s just a story and that there was something wrong with the furnace in the basement. It makes sense, I guess. That’s where the fire started.“

„Alright.“, Dean spoke now. „But…back to our case. What’s so „weird“ about it?“

Instead of the sheriff, Sam answered: „Maybe the fact that they only found some blood from the teenagers. Not even what could have caused it. Blood only. As if it had appeared out of nowhere. There wasn't even a trace of a fight.“

He must have read about it in the file.

„Completely right.“, the Sheriff nodded. „We have no idea how this could have happened. I mean, yeah. The whole thing looked like a crime scene, there was a lot of blood. But the thing is…everything looked so clean…not one drop of blood was smudged. There were no bloody footsteps or handprints, although, according to Lucas, there certainly should have been some.“

„Huh…“, Dean furrowed his eyebrows. „Well, then we should really ask him about his side of the story.“

„You can do that.“, Sheriff Milner shrugged. „But I wouldn't put too much faith in him. He said it was the ghost of the Griffins' son.“

With those words, he walked to the door and opened it for you.

„If you excuse me now. I have an important phone call in five.“, he smiled apologetically.

„Yeah. No problem. We‘ll call if there are any questions.“, Sam said, then you all walked out of his office and to the Impala.

„Really didn’t expect this.“, you huffed. „No simple salt and burn after all. The son must have been fried enough in the fire, so there must be something else that binds his spirit to the house.“

"You can say that out loud.", Dean ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, let's talk to Lucas and then check the archives to see if we can find out more about the Griffins."

~~~

About 30 Minutes later you entered the mental hospital, which was a few towns away. At the reception, you talked with a nurse who then brought you to the ward where they treated Lucas. Another nurse then took over and guided you to his room.

„Lucas?“, she knocked on his door and entered.

Slowly Dean, Sam, and you followed her and your eyes met a barely 16-year-old boy who stared at you like a deer in headlights. He was in horrible condition and looked absolutely miserable.

„Lucas, those are some FBI Agents. They want to ask you some questions about your friends.“, the nurse introduced you. „Is that okay with you?“

„Uh…y-yeah.“, Lucas gulped and his gaze wandered to the floor.

You knew that this was really uncomfortable for him, but there was no other way. You needed to hear about the night of the disaster.

„Alright.“, the nurse nodded, then she turned to Sam and smiled at him. „I‘ll be outside. Call me if you need me.“

„Yeah, thank you.“, he answered, then you were alone with Lucas.

Right away you could feel the brothers looking at you. They knew you were more sensitive than them so it was best if you did the talking. You took a deep breath.

„Hey Lucas.“, you stepped closer to the blonde boy. „I“m Y/N Page, but you can call me N/N. Those are Agent Plant and Agent Jones. Can I sit next to you?“

You gave him a warm smile when he looked up. He just nodded but you could see him relax a little.

„So…“, you took a seat. „We would like you to tell us what happened if that’s possible. You can take as much time as you need, but it would surely help us with our investigation. We really want to find your friends.“

Immediately Lucas got nervous and he began to tug at his sleeves.

„You would think I‘m nuts…just like the other cops. That’s why I’m here…“, he murmured.

„I won’t, I promise.“, you said and put your hand on his shoulder to make him look up at you. „Try me.“

For a while he didn’t say anything and only chewed on his lip, then he sighed.

„Okay. So…two nights ago my friends and I were hanging out. We drank a little and decided to play truth or dare.“, he told you and took a shaky breath. „After a while, Jake dared Kim to steal something from the basement in the old Griffin House, and yeah, off we went. We were all pretty drunk so we just decided to come inside instead of waiting outside. We were just too curious about everything in there and at first, everything was awesome.“ Now he smiled sadly. „With all of us six shitfaced it wasn’t even spooky anymore… at least until we all had reached the basement. Suddenly it got really cold...like below freezing which was extremely weird. I mean it’s summer.“

Lucas frowned and Dean looked knowingly at Sam. 

„And then?“, you asked.

„And…and then.“, the blonde boy seemed to struggle. „Then a man appeared. I don’t know who it was, he was really disfigured, but he started chasing us. A-And then he got Kim. He had this kind of knife and when it touched her there was so much blood…“ 

His lip trembled and he teared up.

„And that’s the weird part. It touched her, blood spurted out and suddenly she was gone. Not dead gone but gone gone. There was no trace of her besides her blood.“, Lucas exhaled. „After that, the man went after the next person and when he stepped through the blood there was nothing, no footprints, nada. I know that you’re going to call me crazy, but I’m 100 percent sure that he‘s a ghost. I just know it.“

Lucas looked at you desperately.

„Okay.“, you nodded. „I believe you.“

That, he hadn’t expected.

„Wait.“, he gulped. „You do?“

You just nodded again.

„Yes. I believe you, Lucas.“

„But-“, he didn’t know how to go on so you decided to let him into your mostly well-kept secret.

„Well, to be honest, me and those two gentlemen are no FBI agents.“, you told him. „We are hunters and we…well, we hunt monsters.“

Now Lucas was the one who looked at you like you were crazy. At least a little.

„You want to tell me that monsters are real?“, his eyes went wide.

„Yup.“, Dean chimed in. „Vampires, werewolves, you name it.“

„And ghosts.“, you added. „That’s why we are here. We strongly believe that a ghost kidnapped your friends. So no. You aren’t nuts Lucas. Not in the slightest.“

It went silent for a while, but finally, he nodded.

„Alright, good to know.“, he said. „What’s your plan?“

„Well, we wanted to do some more research on the house in the archives and then check on the situation there. We really hope that we find something…or someone.“, Sam explained now. 

„I see.“, Lucas hummed. „But…aren’t you scared that the ghost will get you, too?“

Dean chuckled.

„Not really. We‘ve dealt with stuff that was far worse.“

„Okay.“, a little smile formed on the boy's lips. „Uhm…do you need some more information?“

You pondered.

„What did the ghost look like besides being disfigured? Are there any significant details you remember?“, you wanted to know.

„Uhhh…yeah.“, Lucas nodded. „He had a really big mole on his right hand. I saw it when he grabbed Kim.“

„Good. We can work with that.“

A relieved sigh came from the boy.

„Glad to be of help.“, he said, then he gulped. „Good luck then…and…please find my friends.“

„We will. I promise.“, you squeezed his shoulder and stood up. „Thank you for talking to us. We really appreciate it.“

Afterward, you, Sam, and Dean left the room. When you took a look at your watch you noticed that it was nearly 2 pm. 

„Wanna grab something to eat first?“, Dean must have noticed it.

„Gladly. It feels like my stomach is about to digest itself.“, you answered and rubbed your belly.

„Then we should really hurry.“, Sam chuckled and you made your way outside.

~~~

„Ugh, I‘m so full.“, Dean leaned back with a pained look on his face and eyed his empty plate. 

„No wonder. You ate two burgers.“, Sam snorted while he put the last fork of salad in his mouth.

„I‘m still growing.“, Dean shrugged and you laughed.

„Only in the width.“, you teased him. 

The older Winchester narrowed his eyes, but then he couldn’t help but chuckle.

„Fair enough.“

You grinned and grabbed another fry from your plate. Now both brothers started a conversation while you finished your food and when you were done you did a big stretch. 

Suddenly there was a painful sting coming from the wound on your stomach. You furrowed your brows and crossed both your arms in front of your chest.

„Dammit.“, you thought. „Hopefully it didn’t tear.“

You stood up.

„I‘m going to the restroom.“, you said and Dean looked at you.

„You alright?“, he asked.

„Shouldn’t have eaten those last fries.“, you made up an excuse even though you felt perfectly fine.

„Oh. If you’re going to puke, just scream and we’re coming.“, he offered cockily and you rolled your eyes.

„Ha, fucking, ha.“

You left and when you were in the bathroom you pulled up your shirt to look at the cut. It was still red, but there was no blood so everything seemed to be fine. Sighing you rummaged through your pants pocket and pulled out a painkiller. Taking medication right away wasn’t something you normally did, but on one hand, your wound really hurt now and on the other hand you couldn't afford to be weak from pain later. 

Still, you looked at the pill for a while and pondered. 

„It‘ll help.“, you thought and then you took it. 

~~~

„Okay, boys. Let’s look for some pictures of the family.“, you said while sitting down at a table in the archives.

Dean grabbed a file from the box that the archivist had given you and started with his search. You did the same and soon the older Winchester found a family portrait. Both of you examined the hand of the son in order to identify him as the ghost.

„Huh…weird. No big mole.“, Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

Next, you looked at the father's hand. He didn’t have it either.

„Maybe the picture doesn’t show it?“, you murmured while squinting your eyes and taking a closer look at the picture.

„I don’t think so…hey, there’s another photograph.“, the dirty blonde snatched another document out of the box. 

„William Griffin (18) and Jonathan Griffin (54)“ was written at the bottom 

It showed father and son. Just perfect. At least that’s what you thought.

„No mole.“, you sighed.

„That makes no sense.“, Dean huffed.

„Hey! Look at this.“, Sam suddenly exclaimed and you both looked up from the picture. 

„What is it?“, you got up and around the table to stand next to the younger Winchester. 

„I found a file with some details on the family’s death.“, he explained and pointed to a passage in the text. „Here. It wasn’t just the family, it was also the daughter's boyfriend. Apparently her brother didn’t like him and decided to lure him into the basement in order to kill him during a ritual.“

„What?“, Dean had joined you and his eyes flew over the words. „The hell?“

„Yup. He drugged him, then he put him on fire, and yeah…you know the rest.“

„Damn, that’s really fucked up.“, you ran your fingers through your hair and sighed.

„But that wasn’t all.“, Sam went on.

„Not?“, his brother looked at him confused. 

Sam shook his head, while he was grinning a little.

„Look at that.“

He revealed a picture behind the document. It showed a couple. They seemed to be really happy.

„That‘s Eleanor Griffin and her boyfriend Tate Mayham.“, the brunette explained. „And if you look at his right hand…“

„The mole…“, you were astonished.

What a twist of events.

„100 points to you, N/N.“, Sam nodded. „We have our ghost.“

~~~

After doing another hour of research you decided to drive back to the motel. All of you needed a little rest and most importantly you had to prepare before visiting the Griffin House.

With a huff, you sprawled out on your bed and heard Dean chuckling. 

„Was it that exhausting?“, he asked while he was sitting down on his side of the bed.

You turned your head to him.

„Not really, I guess.“, you said. „I‘m just a little out of shape.“

„Well.“, he shrugged. „I think you're doing pretty good.“

The green-eyed hunter smiled at you.

„Thanks, Dean.“, you reciprocated the smile and sat up with a yawn. „I‘m going to freshen up a bit.“

With those words, you grabbed some more comfortable clothes and went to the bathroom. Only when the door closed you allowed yourself to quit acting.

„Ow.“, you murmured and pulled up your shirt.

Your wound had started to hurt again some while ago and right now it felt like it was on fire. That was also the reason why you had huffed when you had let yourself fall on the bed. It had been an attempt to mask a painful hiss.

When you saw the cut your eyes went wide. Now there was some blood.

„Shit.“, you exhaled.

You cleaned it with some water and grabbed the ointment that was sitting on the sink. Afterward, you took some bandages from the first aid kit and put them on. It hurt a lot so you couldn’t help but wince. Next, you went on and changed into the clothes you had brought. During that, some of the Advil you had sneaked in your suit's pants fell out of it and you crouched to pick it up.

„Fucking hell.“, you cursed under your breath.

This position made the pain only worse. Nevertheless, you went on to collect the pills and when you got up again you looked at them skeptically. You knew it really wasn't good to take too many painkillers, but you could really use them right now.

Chewing on your lip you thought about what Dean had said to you yesterday. He had wanted you to let him know when you were in pain, but you just didn’t want to worry him. Right before now, it hadn’t even been that bad.

„Okay.“, you took a deep breath. „One last pill. If it doesn’t get better, I‘ll tell him.“

Down your throat it went and you got out of the bathroom.

„As much as I like you in suits, this outfit looks way better on you.“, your heard Dean say and turned to him.

You tried to prevent yourself from blushing by saying: „But only because I’m wearing your flannel.“

The older Winchester grinned.

„Maybe. It really s-“

„Come on, Dean. Stop flirting, we need to make some more rock salt bullets.“, Sam suddenly interrupted him, and to be honest you were kind of disappointed.

You really wanted to know what he had tried to say.

„You’re no fun, Sammy.“, Dean rolled his eyes.

He continued with his work and you were left clueless.

„So…“, you cleared your throat. „Anything I could do?“

„Mhm…“, the blonde hunter thought. „Maybe you could clean my gun. I think there’s still some vampire brain on it from the last hunt.“

„Ew.“, you wrinkled your nose. 

„Here you go, princess.“, he smirked and gave you the gun with the white handle. 

Sighing you took it from him.

„Thanks…“, you pressed your lips together and started with your task.

~~~

Around 6 pm you all were finally ready and got in the car. During the ride, you thought about the pills again. You really hated that you just couldn’t tell the Winchester brothers about your pain, but what you hated more was Dean being worried about you. He wouldn’t have let you go with them if he knew about your condition. That, you knew for a fact. All you wanted to do was to finally make it up to the two men. 

Yes, Dean had already told you that it wasn’t your fault that the werewolf hunt had gone wrong. You only had wanted the best for the girl you had been trying to save. Sometimes shit just happens, but you couldn’t accept it. You still felt horrible for causing so much trouble and nearly getting Sam and Dean hurt, too. To be honest you didn’t really care that you got hurt, but you couldn’t deal with the fact, that your friends could’ve died because of you.

Now you wanted to show them, that you could do better. You wanted to show them, that they shouldn’t worry about you, that you could handle yourself, and that you could get out of this hunt unharmed. That’s what this all was about. You just wanted everything to be normal again. Only you three on the road, hunting whatever monster you could find, and no worried looks from Sam and Dean.

You huffed quietly and looked at your two friends. That’s when you realized that you were close to reaching your destination. Not even a minute later Dean turned off the Impala.

„Okay, let’s do this.“, he said, then he opened the car door and got out.

Sam and you did the same and right away your gaze met the Griffin House. You had seen pictures in the archives of the once beautiful home, but now it was just a ruin, with charred stone walls, some of which were already crumbling and slowly being taken over by plants. The roof was completely gone.

Dean whistled in astonishment before going to the trunk and opening it.

„Here.“, he handed you the shotguns with the rock salt bullets and also grabbed a crowbar. „Just in case.“

He smiled at you, but you had some problems to also do so. You just couldn’t forget about the things that had gone through your head earlier.

„You good, sweetheart?“, the green-eyed hunter asked now while frowning.

„Uh, yeah.“, you nodded. „A little nervous, I guess.“

His face softened and he laid his hand on your shoulder.

„I won’t let anything happen to you.“, he said. „I promise. You’re safe with me.“

You knew, that he meant good with this. It was just the total opposite of what you wanted to happen. Dean shouldn’t have to protect you. Not like last time. Now you wanted to prove, that you could still do it on your own.

„Thanks, Dean.“, you answered nevertheless.

It wouldn’t be good to make him more suspicious of you.

„Alright.“, he let go of you and looked to Sam. „Y/N and I will check the basement. Do you mind going through the rest of the house?“

The younger Winchester shook his head.

„I can manage that.“, he said. „I‘ll join you when I’m done.“

With that, he went into the house.

„Welp.“, Dean sighed. „Let’s go inside, too.“

You nodded so he went ahead and you followed him. The first thing you noticed was the remains of the burned furniture. Trying to imagine what the shelf in the living room had looked like you inspected it a little closer. 

„I don’t think that Casper’s hiding in there.“, Dean chuckled.

Glaring at him you showed him your middle finger.

„Oh, you don’t say.“

Now he was mockingly pouting. 

„I was just trying to be funny.“, he said. 

You snorted.

„Why, yes of course.“, you nodded and smirked. „Your dad jokes are absolutely hilarious. Ha-ha-ha.“

Shortly after you had set in motion again Dean caught up to you.

„Hey! My jokes are no dad jokes!“, now he was really offended.

„Yes, they are.“, you grinned.

„No, they‘re no-“

A loud pang interrupted him. It came from the basement to which the staircase you were standing in front of led to.

„Well, shit.“, you sighed. „I love when this happens.“

„Me either.“, Dean straightened and raised his shotgun. „But we have no other choice.“

Slowly he made his way down. After you had unlocked your gun you did the same and felt your heart rate increase. It wasn’t too dark so you could see pretty well, but you had a really bad feeling about this.

„Dean!“, you hissed.

The green-eyed hunter was almost in the middle of the room now, looking around while pulling out the EMF. 

„Huh, maybe it was a rat.“, it showed nothing.

Although this should have calmed your nerves a little the weird feeling didn’t go away.

„Dean. This doesn’t feel ri-“, suddenly the staircase cracked right beneath you and you took a hard fall to the ground.

„Y/N!“, Dean shouted and was with you immediately. „You alright?“

He helped you up as you grimaced in pain.

„Y-yeah. I think so - Ow!“, he had brushed your irritated wound and you jolted back from his touch.

„Dammit!“, he cursed when he noticed. „Did your cut tear?“

The blonde man pulled up your tank top a little only to reveal the bloody bandage.

„What…?“, his eyes met yours, and instantly your heart dropped.

You opened your mouth: „I-“

„You promised.“, he huffed and shook his head in disappointment.

Sighing you looked to the side.

„I know…but-“

„But what?“, Dean snapped. „Why would you do something so stupid? Why would you go on a hunt knowing fully well that you’re hurt?“

After those words had left his mouth it was silent for a while. You knew that he was right and you hated it. 

„Why would you do something like that, Y/N?“, he asked again when you didn’t answer.

Chewing on your lip you shrugged. Another huff escaped his lips.

„I want you to tell me. Tell my, Y/N, why would you put yourself in such danger?“

When he said your name you looked up and it felt like his green eyes pierced right through your own. You gulped, knowing that you couldn’t escape the truth now. There was no way out. Sure, you could just be stubborn, but you hated when Dean was mad at you. More than anything. Him being disappointed in you wasn’t something you could handle.

„Alright…“, you murmured quietly. „I… I just want everything to be normal again.“

Dean frowned.

„What do you mean?“

„I mean…“, you took a deep breath. „I just wanted to prove that I could handle it…I wanted to show you that I could finish this hunt without fucking up.“

Dean was still looking at you, but now his gaze got softer.

„Sweetheart…“, he sighed. „I already told you, that you didn’t fuck up.“

„Still.“, you turned away from him and crossed your arms in front of your chest. „I wanted to show you that you don’t need to worry about me…and that I won’t get you and Sam hurt again.“

You only mumbled the last words, but Dean had perfectly understood you. 

„This is what this all is about?“, he asked. „Come on. Look at me, Y/N.“

He softly grabbed your shoulder and turned you towards him. Nevertheless, you avoided his eyes.

„Sweetheart.“, Dean put his fingers under your chin and gently lifted your face. 

Slowly you obeyed.

„There we go.“, he whispered once your eyes met his own.

Your throat got dry and you could feel yourself starting to tremble from all the nervousness.

„Now I want you to hear me out.“, he continued. „I don’t care if I get h-“

You noticed a shadow from the corner of your eye and your breath started to freeze. Dean went silent and just then a man appeared behind him, a kitchen knife lifted to sink into him. 

„Move!“, you pushed the green-eyed hunter to the side and just barely dodged the blade.

Tate Mayham‘s ghost screamed angrily and already swung to the next blow. Now, however, Dean was prepared and aimed his shotgun at him to pull the trigger immediately. The spirit dissolved into a cloud of dust and Dean looked at you, breathing heavily.

„Are you hurt?“

You shook your head. In the next second Tate appeared again and Dean tried to shoot him again but failed. The gun flew out of his hand and he himself bumped into a wall. 

„Dean!“, you shouted as you aimed your own weapon toward the spirit.

Tate‘s head turned and with a flick of his hand your gun was taken from you and your back hit the wall behind you.

„Son of a bitch!“, Dean cursed while he was trying to get out of the invisible grasp.

The man smirked and got closer to him. In a panic, you looked around for a solution and your eyes fell on the crowbar that Dean had dropped during the fight. You just needed to get to it. 

The distance between him and Tate was getting smaller and you struggled to get away from the wall. The more Tate focused on Dean, the easier it became for you, and eventually, you succeeded. You immediately grabbed the crowbar and sprinted to Dean's rescue.

"Don't!" you heard him call while you were already swinging your arm.

By then it was already too late.

Tate turned to you, pointed the knife at your stomach, and stabbed you. Unbearable pain shot through you and at the same time a feeling you had never felt before, then everything went black.

~~~

„Y/N!“, Dean screamed while your blood splattered all over him.

You were gone, but the ghost was still there. Grinning he looked at the green-eyed hunter whose panic turned into anger.

„You motherfucker! What did you do to her?!“

„She’s mine now.“, Tate answered in an eerie voice. „And you’ll be, too.“

Just as he lifted his knife again a gunshot rang through the room and the spirit disappeared. Sam stood at the end of the staircase, breathing heavily. His eyes widened when he noticed all your blood. 

„Where’s Y/N?“, he asked Dean who could finally move again.

„He took her, Sammy.“, his brother said, his voice shaking. „I-I couldn’t stop him.“

His eyes were locked on the red liquid that was all over him and the floor. The sheriff and Lucas were right. It looked like it had appeared out of nowhere and he couldn’t explain why there was so much of it. It made no sense. Yes, he had stabbed you in the stomach, but normally blood doesn’t just splutter out like this. 

„Shit.“, Sam breathed out.

„We have to find her. He must have taken her somewhere in the house.“, Dean grabbed his shotgun from the floor and went to the next room of the basement.

It was just a storage room for food and there was no trace of you. 

„Dammit!“

He rushed past his brother and back upstairs to the first floor. Sam followed him.

„Dean, I don’t think she’ll be in the rest of the house.“, the younger Winchester spoke. „I already looked through every room and there was nobody.“

„Nobody?“, his brother's steps got slower until he stopped.

„Yes.“, Sam huffed. „Everything seemed normal if you can say that.“

They both went silent for a while and pondered.

„We should go to the car.“, Sam eventually suggested. „I stole some floor plans from the archives. Maybe Y/N‘s trapped in a hidden room.“

„Alright.“, Dean nodded. „If it helps us find her. I won’t leave without her.“

He sternly looked at the brunette. 

„I know.“, Sam said just like he knew something, then he set into motion again.

Just when they reached the entrance Tate appeared in front of it. Sam‘s gun flew out of his hands and he crashed into the cabinet next to him, but Dean had been fast enough and already shot the ghost.

„Not now you son of a bitch!“, he hissed. „You good, Sam?“

„Yeah.“, the taller Winchester got up from the floor and followed Dean outside.

Thankfully nothing was left of the door that lead inside the house, so the spirit couldn’t trap them.

„Okay. Where is it?“, Dean asked impatiently as Sam searched through the glove compartment.

„Here.“, he brought the plans to the engine hood and spread them out.

They both looked over them until Sam frowned.

„Wait.“, he snatched the map of the second floor. „I didn’t see that room when I went through the house.“

He pointed to a little room that was located between the parent’s room and Eleanor’s room. 

„There were only two doors, not three.“, Sam murmured as he inspected the plan a little closer.

„That must be it.“, Dean nodded. „Let’s go back inside.“

„Yeah, just let me take the sledgehammer out of the trunk. We might need to tear down a wall.“, Sam said and already made his way to the back of the Impala.

Afterward, both men entered the house again. Dean already held his gun ready while Sam went ahead. Soon they were standing in the hallway that led to the parent's bedroom and Eleanor’s room. Sam had been right. There were only two doors. 

„They must have bricked up the door that led to the small room.“, Dean spoke.

„Yeah. We should try to destroy it.“

And so Sam took the first swing.

~~~

„Fuck.“, trembling you were holding your stomach.

The blood had already soaked through your tank top and now spread down your jeans. For the first time since the incident had happened, you looked up to check where you were and your gaze fell on five teenagers. They were huddled up in the corner of the small room and looked at you in horror.

„You’re the missing teenagers!“, you realized.

You tried to get up from the floor but your wounds hurt so bad that your legs gave in and you fell down again.

„A-Ah.“, you grimaced and one of the boys slowly approached you.

He was holding his shoulder and blood was all over his clothes, but he didn’t seem to bleed anymore.

„You should sit still. Maybe you’ll stop bleeding then.“, he said. „It worked for most of us. I‘m Jake by the way.

„Y/N.“, you introduced yourself and looked him up and down. „How are you all holding up?“

Now your gaze wandered to the other teenagers again. One of the girls was looking really sick.

„Kim has lost a lot of blood…I- I don’t know if she’ll make it for another day. But the rest of us seems to be alright. We all have pretty bad wounds, though.“

„Okay.“, you nodded and looked back to your stomach. 

Blood was still oozing out of you but it seemed to be less than before which was a good sign.

„What are you even doing here?“, another boy asked now.

You turned to him while wincing in pain.

„Well, me and my friends are trying to save you.“, you sighed. „But the ghost got me.“

„But how?“, Jake wanted to know. „I mean…we’re all trapped inside this room. I don’t even know what it’s supposed to be. It’s all full of cobwebs. We found some candles which we lit so we wouldn't sit in the dark but...it's really spooky.“

Now you took a good look around. Your eyes widened and you swallowed. Even through the cobwebs, you could see the skulls and satanic objects laid out. This probably was William‘s altar room.

„Well.“, you sighed. „Sam and Dean will find a solution. I’m sure of it.“

You tried to smile at the teenagers, but it was really hard while being in that much pain.

„But what if he comes back again?“, the sickly-looking girl now asked.

„He came back for you?“, you frowned.

„Yes.“, the other girl nodded. „He…he grabbed Kim and Michael and…I don’t know how to describe it…it was like he tried to suck some parts of their soul out of them. Both of them were totally out of it afterward.“

„Yeah, it…it kinda felt like that.“, a boy said now, probably Michael.

„Well, that must be why he’s so powerful.“, you thought to yourself.

„Alright.“, you cleared your throat. „Did you see anything that’s made out of iron around here?“

„Uh…“, Jake scratched his neck. „We didn’t really want to touch that stuff. To be honest we’re a little scared that it’s cursed.“

Slowly you nodded. 

„I feel you. But normally it should be alright. Most people who catch interest in satanic stuff don’t know the real deal.“, you tried to stand up again and huffed in pain.

You were still wobbly on your legs, but it didn’t feel like they would give in again.

„Easy there.“, Jake was right next to you and tried to steady you.

„Why do you know all that stuff?“, the sick girl who should be Kim asked now.

„Well, I think all of you will agree with me when I say that ghosts are real.“, you began to tell. „And me and my friends, we get rid of them…and uh…other monsters. We’re hunters.“

All of them looked at you like you were crazy.

„You hunt those things? Voluntarily?“, Michael furrowed his eyebrows. „That’s completely nuts!“

You shrugged and winced because this movement really hurt.

„Someone‘s gotta do it.“, you sighed. „Sooo…iron. Let’s look.“

Jake went with you and you both checked the altar. The other teenagers slowly approached you. 

„What about that?“, Kim pointed to a heavy-looking candle holder.

You reached for it and removed all the cobwebs from it. An amulet with a cross hung around it which you found a little weird. Nevertheless, you could confirm that it was in fact made out of iron.

„Yup. That’s good.“, you said and removed the candle and the necklace and put them on the altar. „The other one should be made out of iron, too.“

You had spotted another candle holder under a whole lot of cobwebs. Jake took it and looked at you in question. 

„So, what’s the thing with iron?“, he wanted to know.

„It repels spirits. If the ghost comes back again you can fight him off with it.“, you explained.

Just like your words were a signal the candles suddenly started to flicker.

„Oh no, he’s coming!“, Michael exclaimed and he and the other kids hid behind you and Jake.

With one hand on your wound and the other around the candle holder, you looked around carefully. In the next moment, all hell broke loose. Tate appeared and when he saw the candle holders, all the furnishings flew across the room.

„Where is it?!“, he roared while all the teenagers were screaming in horror.

When his eyes met yours he lifted you into the air and you lost your grip on the candle holder. It fell down as you cried out in pain.

„Where is it?! Where’s my necklace?“, he screamed and that’s when the realization kicked in. 

The amulet was the object that still bound him to this house. You had put it on the altar, but now that the whole room was in chaos, you had lost sight of it.

„Where is it?!“, Tate asked again and you could feel the air slowly being cut off from you.

„I-I don’t know.“, you croaked and tried to pull away the invisible force from your neck.

Struggling you kicked around with your feet, feeling your wounds tear open again and blood running down your body.

„You do.“, Tate came closer. „Tell me!“

It was like you could feel his breath on your skin and it horrified you. Something like this shouldn’t happen with a ghost. He should be dead, not breathing.

„TELL ME!“, he shouted, then he opened his mouth and your whole body started to tingle.

Michael was right. It felt like he was sucking your soul out of you.

„D-Do something!“, you begged with your last bit of energy and looked to Jake who just stood there frozen. 

His gaze met yours and thankfully it was like you had flipped a switch. The black-haired boy ran to Tate and swung his candle holder through him. 

Suddenly the force was gone and you hit the ground hard while an agonizing scream ripped from your throat. 

~~~

A loud scream echoed through the house and Deans's eyes widened. 

„Y/N.“, he whispered.

The green-eyed hunter knew your scream way too well for his own good and it shook him through his core.

„Shit!“, Sam cursed and let the sledgehammer sink. 

He took a quick look at the map to see where the door had been located. Luckily he stood right in front of it and so he swung the hammer forcefully against the bricks. Stone crumbled and the screaming from the inside of the room got louder.

All of a sudden Dean ran to his side, gun ready, and pulled the trigger. Sam turned his head and realized, that Tate was standing in the hallway. He looked furious. 

„Go on, Sam! I’ll handle this!“, Dean shouted, so the taller brother went to work again. 

Next, the blonde hunter got closer to the ghost.

„You fucking bastard.“, he growled. „What’s wrong with you? Those people did nothing to you! Why are you hurting them?“

He had the shotgun still aimed at Tate and wouldn’t hesitate to shoot if needed.

„He did nothing to help me. Will’s father watched him drench me in gasoline before he put me on fire!“, the spirit shouted.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

„Why would he do that? Wasn’t William the one who was into those rituals?“, he asked.

Tate snorted.

„Well, that didn’t stop Jonathan from hating me. He hated, that his little girl loved me more than him, so they got together to kill me.“, he clenched his fists. „What they didn’t expect was that they would pay with their own death. When I died, I immediately came back as a spirit and I just freaked out and the fire got out of control. My Eleanor lost her life too and I just can’t forgive them for it.“

Dean sighed, then he shook his head.

„Still those people aren’t William or Jonathan!“, he said.

„But they mocked my death.“, Tate got closer to him. „They visited this place for fun, not to mourn over me. To them, this place was just a joke, a place for a dare, because someone died in a ritual and they thought that William was still haunting the house. Well…actually I am, so with their first step into it, they made their own grave…and granted me even more power. Maybe I‘ll be able to even defeat death itself…maybe I can bring back my Eleanor and be happy again.“

And after those words, Dean pulled the trigger. All alarm bells were ringing now. This ghost wasn’t just a simple salt and burn, no, he was really dangerous.

The rock salt bullet hit Tate, but nothing happened. Deans's eyes widened.

„It’s working.“, the man in front of him grinned. „ I think what little energy your little girlfriend had left finally made me strong enough.“

With a flick of his hand, Dean crashed into Sam, who had managed to punch a big hole into the wall.

~~~

Your ears were ringing and everything just felt like it was far away.

„Y/N!“, you heard Jake yell dully.

He shook you and you blinked weakly.

„D-Dean…where’s…?“, you managed to mumble.

„The tall one punched a hole in the wall, but the ghost just got them! It’s looking really bad“, he said and you looked at him horrified.

You needed to get to them. Jake tried to help you up, but you screamed in pain. It just felt like your body was on fire.

„Sorry.“, the boy looked around in panic. „What should we do?“

„The necklace.“, you croaked.

It was the only solution you had now.

„Necklace? The one that was hung around the candle holder?“, the black-haired boy stood up.

Nodding you tried to sit up, but it literally felt like you were fighting for your life. Wincing you managed to crawl to the wall that was next to you and leaned against it. During that Jake had told the other teenagers to help search for the amulet. 

Breathing weakly, you watched them and a single tear ran down your cheek. You felt useless and were worried sick about Sam and Dean. Especially Dean. On the verge of death, you just wished, that you had told him how you felt about him. Now he might never know.

Almost as if to add more salt to the wound, you could hear Sam and Dean yelling as they fought with the ghost. You knew there was real urgency now for the necklace to be found.

And just then Michael shouted: „I got the necklace!“

Relief spread through your body, but in the next second you were incredibly scared. Tate suddenly appeared and went for Michael who looked at him in horror.

„Fuck!“, you cursed.

A new wave of energy waved through you and you knew that it might be your last, but you didn’t care for now. Now you just wanted everyone to be safe. Even if it might not include you. 

Your eyes scanned the room for the candle holder and when you found it, you supported yourself on the wall and stood up. Even though your legs felt like they were made out of jelly you managed to grab the iron object and then you just ran to Tate and stabbed the candle holder into his back. Shockingly, he just didn’t disappear. He screamed in pain and turned to you.

„You bitch!“

Now he lifted you into the air again, strangling you.

Just then Sam and Dean stormed into the room.

„Y/N!“, you heard the green hunter yell. „Let her go!“

The last part already sounded dull, as the oxygen was cut off from you and you were slowly losing consciousness. You only noticed that Tate pushed Sam and Dean into the wall behind them.

„The necklace!“, Michael suddenly shouted. „She told us to look for it!“

From the corner of your eye, you could see him holding up the amulet. Sam immediately knew what had to be done.

„Burn it!“ he yelled and you could just barely hear it. 

Your time ran out and you didn’t know anymore if you would make it out alive. Everything slowly started to fade away and just when you thought, that this would be the end for you, you felt your body fall down and heard Tate screaming.

Even though your body hurt like hell all over you didn’t make a sound. You just felt too weak and numb for it. 

Dean was right with you as Tate burned to his final death and called your name again and again.

„Come on, sweetheart.“, he said. „You need to keep your eyes open.“

As you looked at him you only saw a blurred version of the man you loved. Still, you smiled.

„You‘re here.“, you whispered.

A tear escaped you and you weakly stretched out your hand for him.

„Don’t do this, Y/N.“, now Deans's voice sounded frightened, you could even feel him tremble. „Don’t die on me. Not today.“

Breathing slowly you laid your hand on his cheek.

„It’s okay.“, you croaked. „You’re safe…you’ll be alright.“

„No.“, Dean shook his head as his voice cracked and he started to cry. „I won’t. Stay with me.“

Your hand slowly sank.

„I need you.“

The darkness gently encased you.

„You can’t go. Not when I haven’t told you how much y-“

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A monotonous beeping echoed through your ears and you grimaced. Everything hurt, but it wasn't as bad as before, didn't feel like hell anymore. You blinked dazedly and finally, you could see that you were lying in a hospital bed. Slowly you sat up as your gaze wandered through the room and eventually, you noticed Dean.

He was sleeping in a chair right next to you. Even though sleep was meant to be something gentle and relaxing, his eyebrows were furrowed and his whole body was tense. 

You gulped as all the memories from the last hunt came back to you and you wondered how you were still alive. So much blood had streamed out of your wounds and you could remember how you had felt weaker and weaker, how your vision had gotten darker and how, in the end, you had only felt numb.

Sighing you ran your fingers through your hair, then you gently laid your hand on Deans's shoulder and softly said his name. When he didn’t wake up, you repeated yourself a little louder and finally, you heard him groan as he stirred.

His eyes fluttered open and when he saw that you were awake he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Shyly you smiled and the next second he was hugging you.

„I thought, I lost you.“, he whispered and leaned a little back to look at you. „Don’t you ever do that again.“

„Wasn’t like I volunteered to nearly get killed.“, you chuckled, but he still looked at you sternly.

„I mean it, Y/N.“, Dean said. „You really need to promise me that you’ll tell me when you’re hurt. And that you won’t ever let me think that you just died in my arms again. The ambulance told me, that they had to reanimate you three times!“

In shock, you just sat in your bed and gulped.

„Alright.“, you finally nodded. „I promise.“

Dean cocked an eyebrow to make sure you meant it.

„I‘m serious.“, you said and with that, he pulled you into his arms again.

„I just can’t lose you.“, you nearly couldn’t understand his words because his voice was barely a whisper.

„You won’t.“, you answered quietly and his face slowly met yours.

While his hand gently touched your cheek he swallowed.

„I…“, he struggled to say the words. „I need you, Y/N. You…you mean so much to me. And I don’t ever want to go through that another time.“

You stayed silent for a few seconds and let those words sink in, then you smiled.

„You mean a lot to me too, Dean.“, you told him. „It’s just…I didn’t want to worry you. I wanted to get the job done and make you believe in me again.“

Now the green-eyed hunter backed away a little and looked at you in confusion.

„Why would you think, that I didn’t believe in you?“, he asked.

You shrugged.

„Both you and Sam just treated me like…like I was weak, like I was a snowflake, in the last few weeks. I get that you care for me, but…I only wanted everything to be normal again.“, you sighed. „No more asking if I’m okay all the time, no more telling me, that you‘ll protect me.“

Dean looked at you for a while.

„I see.“, he nodded. „But…you know…I don’t worry about you because you’re hurt. Well, I mean, part of me does, of course, but…you’re constantly on my mind…because…“ He gulped. „Because I’m in love with you.“

He had laid his hand on your face again and watched your reaction nervously.

„Oh…“, you didn’t ever imagine hearing those words. 

„It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I know that I’m-“, he started to ramble.

„No!“, you panicked now. „I…I feel the same.“

Deans's eyes widened a little.

„You do?“

„Yes.“, you smiled sheepishly. „I‘ve had these feelings for a while now.“

He started to smile as well, then he gave you that indefinable look and his face moved closer to your own. His eyes kept glancing at your mouth and when you were only a few inches apart, he stopped.

„This okay?“, he whispered.

Instead of answering, you just closed the gap and placed your lips on his. Cautiously at first, then bolder as he reciprocated the kiss. You buried your fingers in his hair as he leaned closer to you and your whole body started to tingle.

Finally, breathing heavily, you broke apart and leaned forehead against forehead.

„I wish I had told you sooner.“, the green-eyed hunter murmured and suddenly the door opened.

Sam stepped in and you both looked at him a little shocked. Clearing his throat, Dean backed off.

„Uhm…did I interrupt something?“, the younger Winchester asked.

„Kind of.“, you chuckled.

„Well, fucking finally.“, he said and closed the door behind him.

„What do you mean?“, Dean frowned.

„The mutual pining was really obvious, you know.“, Sam smirked.

Both Dean and you looked at him flabbergasted. 

„Why didn’t you tell us?“, you asked.

„I don’t know.“, he shrugged. „I thought, that you would figure it out sooner or later. And it seems like you did.“

You chuckled.

„Yeah. Yeah, we did.“, you looked at Dean and you just knew that everything was alright now.

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Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

-They‘re just so good for each other. Luka is such a calming presence in Marinette‘s chaotic life and helps her relax when she feels anxious and unsure of herself, always willing to be there for her and offer a helping hand during tough times. Marinette has a deep appreciation not only for Luka‘s ability to play music but also hear heart songs, as if she understood immediately what he meant after listening to him play for the first time. They feed off each other‘s creative energy and are just generally so wholesome together. I could talk about them forever, they make me so happy!!

-Luka is the best boy, and deserves love from the girl he adores

-Luka/Marinette had 3900 works on AO3

-I just woke up and am too lazy to think of words for my favorite couple so here's some gifs as propaganda

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Oh my god

They are literal soulmates

in every regard

You cannot change my mind

And not only because Luka is best boy and goes above and beyond for Marinette and gives her the most beautiful love confession in the entire show

It is because they literally have the most special and unique connection from every couple in the show, not only romantic but also platonic

It starts off with captain hardrock, the first time they meet, they‘re a little awkward at first, until he invites her to sit and Luka plays out Marinette‘s heart

And she doesn‘t judge him or thinks he‘s weird or is confused. She gives him a look of curiousness and of genuine admiration and asks „how do you do that?“

She immediately realized Luka is special for his gift of hearing people‘s hearts. And I can easily imagine that people would see Luka as weird and cringe (like parts of the fandom did), so imagine what it must‘ve been like to get appreciation for something like that. She‘s impressed and wants to learn more.

They interacted for about two minutes at this point and they‘re already smitten by each other.They already have a wholesome dynamic that feels so realistic for two teenagers who are attracted to each other. Again, after two minutes of meeting.

And it goes on through the episode, speaking highly about each other and Luka basically self-sacrificing himself so Marinette can escape

(I‘m certain he knew Marinette would come back for everyone one way or another. And she did)

An amazing set up for an amazing couple🩷💙

From there on every time we see them together when they‘re (not to be salty) not undermined by another ship they keep being there for each other through hard ships

Their both artistic kids and respect and admire the other for it (See Silencer, the best episode of the whole show)

It also just shows that Luka isn‘t the center of Marinette‘s life. Instead she‘s a girl with ambition who just happens to have a crush on a guy. Silencer is her being the best version of herself and Luka doesn‘t actively try to change her. He‘s literally just existing around her. For show‘s standards that‘s incredible. It takes away the one thing people don‘t like about her, what more could you want?

And then when their music gets stolen, Marinette literally starts beef with Bob Roth, a super influential man in the industry who could destroy them both, just to save Luka‘s music from getting stolen! She’s not even afraid or second guesses herself, she just goes all in and threathens him to reveal everything on live tv.

Wife material through and through.

Which leads to the most wholesome confession in the entire show. Not only as an akuma

BUT LATER AS REGULAR LUKA

AND MARINETTE IS SO TOUCHED BY IT

And by the end of season 3, they give the relationship a shot. Without Mari pretending she‘s over Adrien, but with full honesty about her feelings. And that‘s really the most fair way they could‘ve gone about it. They don‘t promise each other wedding rings and kids, they‘re just two people in love who wanna create art and have them be muses for each other and just like each other without any pressure from outside. It really those silent moments where it‘s just them where Marinette is her best self and Luka is his best self.

They are so so SO GOOD for each other.

„But Blueberry, Marinette broke up with him and lied to Luka!“

RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME

The problems these two had ultimately were never intrinsic problems that they fundamentally don‘t work together as people, it‘s really outside forces keeping them apart. Had Marinette not been LB, they would‘ve literally had no reason for a break up and crushes on other people are things people can get over.

Plus, even as exes they keep being there for each other, having a wholesome and healthy friendship. That‘s a big deal! Nice hard feeling or anything, they just want what‘s best for each other, even if they aren’t a couple anymore.

And yet still look at each other like this

And just overall being super touchy with each other

And put the safety over the other above their own values, even though it means they have to lie about what they know. It hurts both of them but you know how it is, nothing hurts like true love. And yet they forgive each other because they never wanted to intentionally hurt each other

They‘re still SO in love with each other argue with a wall.

(Also it‘s this episode when Mari says „you always find the right words“ even though in Luka‘s introduction he says he‘s not good with words. I bet 1000000€ Marinette was the one which helped Luka be a better communicator with words. The support for each other always went both ways I know it they told me)

But even just as platonic buddies, look me in the eye and tell me that these two will not have each other in their lives forever, I dare you. If one of them jumps into danger, the other jumps after them. If one of them has troubles of any sort, the other will listen, because they know nobody will understand them as good as each other.

They‘re ride or die forever and I think that‘s fucking beautiful. So yeah folks, show the blueberries some love because they deserve the recognition just like they deserve each other🫐🩷💙

Thanks for coming to my propaganda ted talk

Luka Couffaine/Therapy

-Therapy... so much therapy

-As much as I ship Lukadrinette and all its sides, Luka/Therapy should 100% win, lol

-So many of the propagandas for other ships (outside of two or three) were about what Luka could do for the other person, not how they were the best match for him! That means our boy needs to go get some professional help (therapy) so he doesn't become everyone's personal 'fix-it' guy/partner!

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