#i'm not responsible for anything i write after enough glasses of wine

[reiderwriter]

Hey lovely! Hope you’re doing good! I was listening to bad idea right? By Olivia Rodrigo and thought it would be a good idea for a Spencer fic, was thinking something something with a little angst, smut and possibly a fluffy ending! ♥️

Ps love your writing 🖤

A/N: Most relatable song released this year, if we're being totally honest with ourselves, right 💀 I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: (Munch Spencer Truthers, I'm throwing yourself another bone here), Oral (f receiving), fingering, masturbation (male), slight hand job at the end, penetrative sex, cum play, etc. Minors DNI 18+

Your fling with Spencer Reid from the BAU ended abruptly when he fell off the face of the earth.

You weren't sure how someone who had described himself as technophobic had managed to perfect the art of ghosting someone, but boy had he, and you were still a little bit angry about it.

Even angrier when you saw him plastered over the local news out on a case, explaining to the people how fake tips to the FBI hindered cases more than helped them.

You were angry because he looked so good. His hair was shorter, displaying his all too pretty features prominently, and pissing you off to no end as you still felt your heart beat out of your chest until he'd disappeared into a crime scene again.

You brushed it off and berated yourself until the text came.

It wasn't much, just a quick hello, but you waited for a few minutes anyway to see if he'd say anything else.

When he didn't, you grew frustrated and text him a response.

“Who is this?”

It was petty, but four months of radio silence deserved less, in all honesty.

You weren't expecting the phone to vibrate out of your hand as you waited for a response, but it lit up with his call and you scrambled to wait enough time to pick it up.

“Hello.”

“Hi. It's Spencer. Spencer Reid. Doctor Spencer Reid, from the Behavioural Analysis Unit, this is Y/N right?”

“Yes, Spencer, it's me. My number didn't change after four months.”

“Okay, that was deserved.”

“Why are you calling Spencer?”

“Because I'm a burnt out child prodigy who didn't cure schizophrenia by age 25 and my friends missed my birthday. And because I really wanted to see you.”

The line went quiet as you contemplated what the hell you would say to that.

“It would be stupid to ask if you remembered my address, right?”

“Y/N, I remember what you taste like, and I'll never forget it.”

“Good. I'm locking the door in half an hour.” You didn't give him time to respond before exiting the call and running to your bathroom.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea entertaining a fling from months ago on a whim at 7pm on a Wednesday evening, but you had nothing else to be doing with your time.

It wasn't illegal for people to reconnect, and you were not going to mention this to any close or mutual friends of yours, so one conversation (or whatever this was) probably wouldn't have any consequences anyway.

Caution blown to the wind, you replaced your work clothes with a comfortable dress, fixed your hair and poured a glass of wine and waited.

As if on queue, 27 minutes later, Spencer was at your door. Or more accurately in your house.

Your threat to lock the doors had obviously spurred him on, and you heard the door handle twist as he stepped into the space.

“Spencer. How lovely, to what do I owe the honor?”

The adrenaline of making sure the door was unlocked had obviously worn off for him, as you saw him shift awkwardly in the doorway of your living room, sat comfortably on your couch, your skirt just riding high enough to distract.

“I was thinking. Well, I suppose the correct term would be overthinking. Emily had to snap me out of it, because I was kicking myself and doubting myself and worrying so much that we almost lost the unsub…”

“What I’m trying to say is I’ve regretted not doing too many things to think coming to beg you to kiss me again is a bad idea. It’s not a bad idea, right?”

“That depends, Spencer.” You replied, setting your glass of wine down and standing up. You took a wobbly step towards him, eager to blame your hesitancy on the wine rather than the things his gaze, his words and his simple presence was doing to your body.

“On if you only want a kiss.” Your hand gingerly slipped up his chest until it was hooked into his hair, exploring the shorter locks as he grabbed you by the waist.

“Or if you aren't satisfied with just that.”

“I can't seem to come up with an answer. Perhaps you should kiss me and it'll jog my memory.”

You finally cracked a smile, and saw his face instantly bloom into ot as well.

“Nu-uh Spencer. I think you have to take that chance this time.”

He hesitated only a second before his hands were cradling your face, tipping your chin up to him as he bent to kiss you. You immediately responded, letting your hands grab fistfuls of his shirt as you pulled each other closer.

It sent you off balance, but you let yourself follow the motion of you tipping backwards, letting him catch you as you began moving in the direction of your bed.

“Not a bad idea,” he mumbled between deep kisses, letting loose a stray moan when your hands trailed down to his belt and below. “Definitely not a bad idea.”

Somehow in the clash of lips and hands, you managed to make it back to your bed, his hands already managing to find themselves under your dress as his lips diverted your attention.

“Four months, Spencer.” You growled the words into his mouth as your tongues battled for dominance. “Four months without this. I thought I'd go insane.”

You felt him smile as he lifted you, and grinned too as you wrapped your legs around him just as he began climbing onto the bed, softly lowering you down until he was on top of you.

His tongue travelled down your neck, making his way back up towards your ear.

“I did go a bit insane, you know?”

His hands flipped up your skirt as he ground his dick against your crotch, pushing it up further until the bottoms of your breasts were peaking out of the scraps of material as well.

“Let me make it up to you?” It was phrased like a question he didn't care about the answer to, as he pushed off of you and completely rid your body of the material that was hindering it completely.

“That's better.” You swore you heard a sigh of contentment as he held your thighs apart and lowered his head, one kiss at a time, to your neglected pussy.

He hooked a ginger under your panties, and pushed them off to the side, but he'd never been the most patient, and he'd already spread your legs. He'd just work around the impediment, you knew.

And he did, starting with a casual flick of the tongue as he looked up at you from his place at your cunt, smiling at you as he began to feast.

You'd never thought of yourself as a pillow princess before Spencer, enjoying giving love as much as receiving but he gave you the perfect royal treatment, and enjoying it so much it was impossible to deny.

After getting so spoiled, it was a wonder that you even knew how to adapt to life without him, nothing compared to the care and attention he showed you in bed.

Your thoughts blended together as he pressed a finger into you, already sneaked with his spit and your wetness, collected from between his lips and your soaked cunt. His pace was steady, repetitive, and driving you fucking insane.

Never a demanding lover, before you would have simply let him enjoy his time between your legs, enjoying just how much he enjoyed it himself as he lapped up all of your juices.

But four months clean from your addiction to Spencer Reid and you were snapping.

Your hands gripped at his hair, pressing his face further into your cunt than he'd been before, enjoying the muffled moans and the sound of his tongue generously lapping up all you had to offer.

You started humping his mouth, holding his head still as you used him as a tool to get yourself off, finally cumming on his mouth with a shudder and an unfiltered moan.

It would've been embarrassing if it wa anyone else, just how loud you'd been for your ex-boyfriend.

“You taste the same.” He said, wiping the remainders of your cum from his lips as he stroked himself, having loosed his cock from his pants sometime between you moaning like a wanton whore and using his face as a sex toy.

A single glance at him over you pleasuring himself was enough to get you ready for round two.

He had sat up on his knees, head and torso tilted slightly back to give you a better view of his cock being pumped hard and fast.

“Spencer Reid, don't you dare make yourself cum.” You thought the words were joking, light even but even you were shocked by the sheer lust dripping from your throat.

Wrapping your legs around him again, you pulled yourself up into his lap, holding yourself still as you quickly unfastened each of his shirt buttons, pushing it away and chucking it so far that he wouldn't be able to use it to cover up anything else.

It took you a minute more to properly situate yourself, but soon you were sinking down onto his cock and allowing the stretch to rule your mind and movements for a minute.

You gently started riding him, letting each gasp and moan reach your ears and spur you on, not holding back on your side either, telling him just how good it felt to have him in you raw once again.

Your stamina wasn't great though especially after having had one powerful orgasm already, and your movements soon became sloppy.

He kissed you softly on the lips, and you let go of the tension in your body as he pushed you onto your back, made sure you were comfortable, and started beating his cock into you with such a force that you were sure the bed was going to break.

It was this intensity that you craved, this complete change from his insistence on putting you first so to speak, and then using you as a human sexton when it suited him, allowing his cock to push you to your limits and beyond.

It wasn't like you could protest anyway, mouth hanging limply open in a scream of pleasure as sparks shot up your spine.

Entertaining Spencer Reid was never a bad idea. You decided then and there that if he left you again for whatever reason, you'd hunt him to the ends of the earth and beg for another chance at this feeling of pleasure.

You came again, of course, not sure if it was his cock or his exploring hands that was tethering you to the moment as you died a little death.

His own orgasm wasn't far behind your own, but he'd always been a bit messy. You weren't surprised when he gave a small panicked moan, pulling out at the last second as his cum spurted out. You helped him ride it out, wrapping a hand around him to stroke him until his dick was drained, the contents sprayed across your chest and breasts, a single drop even making it to the side of your mouth, but that was quickly lapped up.

His aftercare was almost as good as his foreplay, as he took pains to wash you diligently, even as all you wished to do was sleep well into the night directly after feeling his hot cum pour onto you.

He'd gathered a wash cloth, fresh set of pyjamas and an extra blanket to cocoon you both in before you could even lift a finger, and climbed into bed before you could even think of asking if he was staying the night.

With the satisfaction of multiple orgasms finally catching you, you fell asleep in his arms, a grin plastered on your lips, his hands possessively surrounding you.

Needless to say, when you woke in the morning, he was still there.

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[words-etched-in-her-skin]

The continuation for that Alcina fic was fucking deliciousssssss skdjfskldfj

It got me thinking, I'm not sure if you've written a fic like this before or if you would even write one like this, but I was wondering what that situation (or one similar to it) would look like from Alcina's POV?

Hello, dears ♥️ In preparation for reaching ✨1,750 followers✨, I've been working on a little fic that was inspired by both this ask 🔺🔺🔺 (thank you 👀 I'm so glad you liked it jdhddjkd) , as well as this incredible piece of fanart!

But first and foremost:

Thank you all for following! 💋

And as for the request, here you go! Written from Alcina's POV and just under 3k words 👀 I hope some of you will enjoy it! 😁♥️

The Lady found herself in a foul mood as she made her way back into the castle. Met with nothing but absolute silence as she opened the large doors and walked into the even larger foyer. Of course, she expected no one else to be awake at this hour, save for her daughters who were still out on the hunt. Though, as she made her way slowly up the staircase, a faint sound could be heard traveling its way softly through the corridors. A quiet, subtle melody hummed just barely loud enough to be heard. But, of course, she heard it. She heard everything that happened within those castle walls - even when she cared not to.

“The audacity.. sneaking out at this hour.” She grumbled to herself, following the haunting sound. Her foul mood turning even more sour when she realized that her hopes of getting directly into a hot, soothing bath had been swiftly thwarted. Instead making it so she'd likely have to discipline someone instead. She sighed as the voice grew louder, leading her directly into the library.

A Countess' work is never done, Alcina, she thought to herself tiredly. Of course it wasn't. Why should she be able to enjoy the solitude of a hot bath and a glass of her favorite wine after running through the woods chasing after man-things all night? She huffed at the air, frustrated - irritation riddling her weary bones as she opened the doors to the large room - the soft humming immediately halting as she did.

“There's no use in hiding, dear. I may be tired, but I can still smell you from here.”

A murmured curse in response from a voice she knew all too well. She sighed again.

“Draga.. of all the nights to be breaking curfew..”

The Countess was in no mood and she could feel her patience wearing thinner by the minute. Of all people.

“Come out, pet, now.” She ordered through gritted teeth.

Slowly, the figure of her current paramour came hesitantly out from behind the bookstacks and into view. Skin pale and a look of sheer panic on their face.

“Alcina-”

“I don't believe now is the time for such informalities.” She responded sternly, cutting them short.

They swallowed nervously. “Right, of course. S-sorry, my lady. I.. I thought you were out for the night?”

Alcina scoffed. “As if that gives you the right to be disobeying my direct orders? Hm? Traipsing around the castle at all hours of the night.”

“N-no… it's just.. I-”

“Save it, pet. I am in no mood for excuses and you're the last person I wanted to have to discipline tonight.”

She rubbed the bridge of her nose and moved further into the room. A profound wave of exhaustion washing over her that forced a slight stumble to her stride.

When was the last time she had even fed? She wondered.

“My lady? Are.. are you alright?”

“It's nothing.” She snarled.

“Countess.. I am.. very sorry for disappointing you. And I know you're angry with me.” The human’s voice softened a little as they moved closer to her, fidgeting anxiously with their fingers. “But, if there is anything I can do? You know, to help.”

“There is.” She growled, “You can start by not being so incompetent!”

This time the words that came out were raw, primal - dipped in venom - the dragon within her inching closer and closer to the surface as her need to feed grew stronger. Albeit, the moment she saw her handservant flinch - coiling back at her words - she couldn't help but soften. Sighing, she turned to face them.

“I am sorry, draga. I seemed to have lost myself. While, yes, I am disappointed that you disobeyed the rules of this castle - you did not.. deserve that.” Alcina sat down in the chair closest to the fireplace and took a deep breath, her body overcome with exhaustion. “I fear it has been too long since I last fed. Which makes being around me at the moment rather.. dangerous. It would be for the best that you return to your quarters for now, pet. I'll deal with your punishment in the morning.”

“Oh. Of course, my lady.”

They bowed and then turned to leave before pausing.

“Uh.. Alcina?” They asked tentatively.

The Countess looked up, eyes heavy. “Hm?”

“Ah, if I may - you could.. use me.. if you wanted?”

Alcina raised an eyebrow. “Use you? How?”

“Ah.. heh.. that is, to feed? From me?”

The Countess stared blankly, shocked for a moment before shaking her head. “That's not necessary, draga. I have everything I need in my room.”

“I'm aware.. but.. you know. You're obviously quite exhausted and I'm.. well, I'm right here.”

They gave her a crooked little smile that she couldn't help but chuckle at.

“If you're trying to get out of your punishment, pet-”

“N-no! I'll fully accept whatever punishment you deem appropriate. I just.. want to help, is all.”

“Mmh..” The lady hummed in thought, mulling their very tempting offer. She was exhausted, this was true. And it'd been longer than she could recall since she’d had the taste of fresh blood in her mouth. Warm and pulsing and straight from the tap.

Still..

With the dragon in her so close to the surface, the worries of her losing control were imminent. And the thought of losing yet another partner - one as sweet and caring as they were, again - was almost too much of a thought to handle. Alcina physically shuddered at the thought, the warmth from the fire doing very little to calm her worries. Worries that her handservant must have quickly picked up on. Small fingers sliding into her own and a kind face looking up at her as they kneeled on the castle floor in front of her.

“Hey, I trust you.”

Alcina snorted. “Famous last words, pet.”

They chuckled softly. “How about this then.. is there maybe another part of my body that would be safer to drink from? Than say, my neck?”

The Lady smirked. “Mh, perhaps... your inner thigh would probably work.”

Alcina watched as a soft pink hue began to crawl across the human's cheeks. It was strikingly gorgeous basked in the firelight.

“O-oh.. well, ah.. that seems.. doable.”

A flash of crimson as her smirk widened. Her lover’s heartbeat quickening by the minute, thumping loudly over the soft crackle of the fire.

“Mhm.. are you certain? It may… hurt, quite a bit.”

Oh, how that blush grew even deeper at the Countess’ words. How exquisite it was. Alcina could feel the smugness seeping into the corners of her lips as she watched them fluster.

“I.. oh.. that's okay. I don't mind, my lady. R-really.” They replied, rubbing the back of their neck.

Not that they would've been the first of Alcina's suitors to be into pain. Far from it, in fact - it seemed to be a commonality in many of the lovers she had taken over the years. Whether it was just something that came with the territory - or more the fact that whenever they looked at her they found themselves thinking “big lady, break me” - either way, it was a noticeably recurring occurrence in the Countess’ love life.

“Very well.” Alcina replied, rising from the chair to her full height. “Pull up your skirt, pet, and take a seat.”

As dutiful as ever, her servant quickly obeyed and took their Lady's place on the large chair. A coy smile on their face as they pulled the simple fabric of their uniform past their upper thighs, exposing their supple flesh along with their dampened undergarments.

“Like this?” They asked with a smirk.

“Bold time for you to be acting bratty, pet. Don't you think?”

“Ah.. m-maybe?” They answered sheepishly.

“Mhm.”

And even though the Countess’ tone remained firm, she could only shake her head and chuckle as she lowered herself down to the fresh, warm meal that waited for her. A deep flush decorating the human’s cheeks as the Lady knelt in front of them, hands spreading their legs a little further apart for her.

“O-oh.. uh.”

The Countess looked at them curiously before leaning back. “If you're having second thoughts, pet-”

“N-no! I just.. ah.. this view is just.. really nice.”

An even smugger smirk grew across the Lady's lips. “Mhm.. is it now?”

“I mean.. yes?”

“Enjoy it while it lasts then, draga.. very rarely does one ever get me on my knees.”

The flushed servant almost choked in response as they quickly nodded, face as red as their employer’s lips.

“I.. mhm.. enjoying it. Yes.”

“Mh.. probably wet at just the sight, aren't you?” Alcina asked teasingly, forcing them to whine.

“A-alcinaa.. that's unfair.”

“And that's not an answer.”

The Countess' words grew a little darker, punctuating them with a firm scratch across the human's inner thigh, immediately pulling droplets of warm crimson to the surface.

They cursed. “Fine.. yes.. I am.”

“Mh.. good.”

A single sweep of her tongue over the fresh gash forced another whine from her lover, a fierce shiver rolling over their body. Alcina knew she was going to enjoy all of this maybe a little too much - but the needy sounds she could will from their lips was something she would never grow tired of. And as she leaned in a little further, with their metallic essence still warm in her mouth, she could smell just how aroused they already were.

Very good.

"Deep breaths now, pet. This is going to sting.”

They nodded softly in response, cheeks a brilliant hue and eyes widening the moment the Countess’ incisors began to lengthen, readying themselves to feed. Another swirl of her tongue over the spot she'd already marked. A rush of blood right below the surface, drawing the vampire directly to the proper vein. And as she gave her meal a final smirk, she took their thigh between two large hands and brought it to her mouth.

“Mmmph-!”

Whimpered breaths from her prey’s lips as sharp fangs seeped eagerly into their flesh.

“Mmmh.”

A subtle moan from within her own as she slowly drew their essence into her mouth, savoring the exquisite flavor of them. They tasted even better than she’d imagined - sweeter, more refined - with metallic undertones fueled by a life force that only made her all the more hungry.

“You taste divine, draga.” Alcina murmured, her words reverberating deep into their skin before her fangs were sunk back in again.

“Ah-!”

The subtle flinch to the muscle that laid just beneath her teeth, the soft moan that fell from their whispered lips - the Countess knew if she didn't keep her control that she could very easily become ravenous for their taste. The pulse of it flowing warmly over her tongue as she swallowed it down, indulging herself in the life that danced throughout it.

They would surely make an excellent wine.

And even though the thought was morbid to most - to Alcina, it was merely a compliment. One of the highest in fact. Though, she found all the best tasting humans tended to be the ones she had no desire of actually killing. Ones that inherently touched her heart and moved her soul. But hell if she didn't appreciate any chance she got at a taste.

Her lover's growing moans were the only thing to bring her back from her thoughts - from giving into the primal force that always sat just under the skin - ready to take over. But gods, could she smell how wet they were for her. How their body squirmed every time she drew a long pull of blood from them. Their flesh heated against her lips, their strong musk enveloping the tiny space between them. And out of the corner of her eye, Alcina could even see that the chair beneath the human was readily growing damper.

”Good”. She thought smugly, a smirk beneath her blood coated lips when she finally pulled away to look up at them.

"Am I to believe you're actually enjoying this, draga? Are you really so needy?”

They whined at her ridicule, squirming even more - her teasing tone and slightly taunting words having the exact effect on them that she wanted.

“You will answer me if you expect something done about it.” She demanded.

Another whine.

“F-fuck.. yes, okay? It's.. it feels good.”

“Mh. Better.”

The Lady placed a gentle kiss to their inner thigh and then brought two fingers to the hem of their underwear, swiftly ripping the fabric from their body. Her patented smirk growing even wider the moment the measure of their arousal was reflected in the firelight - they were absolutely dripping for her.

“Well, well.. all this for me?”

“All for you. A-always.”

“Charming, are we?”

Alcina went to move a little closer but felt them tense, immediately making her stop. A single eyebrow raised at them inquisitively.

“Draga?”

“It's just.. you're exhausted, Alcina.. you don't have to-”

“Hush. When have you ever known me to do something I haven't wanted?”

They chuckled, blushing sheepishly. “You have a point.”

“Plus,” she smirked, “I'm not quite finished with my meal yet.”

An even deeper blush. “O-oh. Alright, then.”

The Countess hummed in content when her lover finally relaxed, their head falling softly back. Their sweet scent immediately pulling her back in, lips quickly finding their pulse point while her fingers teased their entrance. With soft folds so wet that she found barely any resistance as she slid two fingers into them, generously stretching their core.

“Mmph-!”

A single curl as the Countess closed her eyes, allowing her fangs to sink deep into the human’s flesh once again.

“F-fuck-”

She couldn't help but to draw her gaze upward, to enjoy the view for just a moment. Her stunning love - flushed, legs spread - eyes closed softly in a mix of want and preparation. It truly were a shame, she thought, how mortal humans could be. To lose such a gorgeous sight was an offense to Alcina’s very being. That the world could ever lose such beauty? It was a thought that made her all the more eager - almost ravenous - to possessively stake her claim upon them.

To which she did..

With the Lady's fangs seeped deep within their flesh and her fingers buried in their core. Thrusting, curling. Matching the controlled pulls from their thigh as she feasted upon them. With each movement willing the most arousing sounds from her lover. Some breathy, some loud - moaning each and every time Alcina drove her fingers in a little harder. But it wasn't enough, not for her. The Countess wanted more. She wanted her name screamed out into the night in ecstasy. She wanted her claim imprinted into the stars themselves.

And she paid no mind to how many orgasms ripped across her lover's body. She cared not for how soaked both her fingers and the fabric below her became. Having now fed to her content, her mouth began moving onto marking the rest of their thighs. Nibbling and sucking over every inch of eager flesh that she could reach. Their essence dripping from the corners of her mouth and painting their skin in a dark crimson. Their body trembling, vibrating with desire until another orgasm ripped through them violently, finally forcing the Countess’ name from their tongue like a pious prayer. Their voice quickly falling to nothing more than a whisper - raw from unhindered pleasure.

“F-fuck, Alcina..”

“Mh, language.”

“Pretty sure.. it's warranted.”

Alcina chuckled before licking the excess blood from her lover's wounds, their thighs sufficiently covered in her claim.

“These should heal in a few days. I'll bring you some balm for them tomorrow.”

“Hm.. I like them, though.” The human pouted.

The Countess snorted. “Of course you do. My sweet little masochist.”

Feeling fully refreshed from her meal, Alcina had no intention of sleeping anytime soon, but she knew her handservant would certainly need rest after all of that. The loss of blood mixed with the intense dopamine boost would be enough to wipe anyone out. Without muttering a word, Alcina rose to her full height and picked up her lover's discarded underwear before lifting them up into her arms and into a full bridal carry.

“My lady-!”

“Hush, draga. You've lost a fair amount of blood, as well as other bodily fluids. You need to rest.” Even with the short walk from the library to the servants quarters, the body in her arms quickly grew heavy with sleep - the human’s breath nearly in a slumbered rhythm by the time they’d arrived.

“I’ll be back with some tea and something sweet for you, pet.” She said as she laid them gently onto their bed. “Please, try to drink and eat at least a little something before falling asleep.”

Her lover nodded tiredly, eyes heavy and cheeks flush with sleep.

“Mhm.. yes.. mistress…”

Alcina smiled and placed a tiny kiss to their cheek before walking towards the door. She was more than certain they'd be fast asleep by the time she returned, but she’d still do her best to make sure they woke up knowing just how much she treasured them.

Warm tea, their favorite pastry, some balm for their wounds and a note reading "Thank you for the exquisite meal, draga. Next time is on me. - xx, Alcina." would be there to greet them as soon as they woke up.

A/N: If I ever make it to 2k, I might just finally do some bottom!Alcina for you all 👀♥️

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heyyy!! so i just started s5 of suits and (spoiler if you haven’t seen it!!!!) harvey’s panic attacks were introduced after donna left and IM HURTING FOR HIM. but i think that’s such great angst material lol so if you’re still taking requests maybe something with that?

Hiiiii friends!

I know I've been gone for... quite a while... but I'm hoping to start writing more frequently again! I've undergone some massive life changes over the last few months and the stress of that basically caused me to completely burn out creatively. That being said, I have a TONNN of requests in my inbox and a few of them are generally in this same realm, so I will be using all of them for this piece, I hope that's okay with you all <3

The other requests were

"soft harvey just around his girl in a tense moment?!"

"hiii! i love your writing! i was wondering if you could write a fic where harvey had like a bad day at work and he just goes home and collapses onto the reader. like just hugs and softness and cuddles galore!"

I referenced actual events and lines from the show but changed up the context a little bit, obviously.

I appreciate you all for reading my work and liking it enough to request anything from me. I've never had such a positive response to anything I've created before, so this all means the world to me. Truly, thank you :')

Be With You

Harvey Specter x Reader

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It was nearly 11pm and you were teetering on sleep, having worked all day and come home to do a much-needed cleaning of your apartment followed by a glass of wine, when your phone loudly pinged on the nightstand. You fumbled for it and turned on the small bedside lamp next to you. You smiled when you saw it was your boyfriend, probably just saying goodnight, you'd assumed.

"Hey, can I come over? Please? I really need to see you right now."

A pit formed in your stomach reading the words on your screen. Though you hadn't been dating Harvey all that long, you'd spent a lot of time together, but he'd never sent a message like that.

"Of course, is everything okay?"

You couldn't help but worry, it was simply in your nature. You stared at the bubbles that indicated he was typing, which seemed to take an eternity.

"Not really, it's been a rough day and I just really need you."

Your heart lurched, Harvey had rough days all the time as a lawyer, but none had caused this response from him. You wondered what could've possibly happened. You got up, going back out into the living room and took a seat on the couch as you lit your electric fireplace with a remote.

"I'm sorry :( come over whenever, I'll unlock the door for you."

You did just that and looked down at the pajamas you'd chosen, just some shorts and a tank top. You decided they were fine enough for Harvey to see you in. You busied yourself with some TV to pass the time until he arrived. He was there in 20 minutes, and you immediately clocked the visible exhaustion on his face as he walked inside.

He dropped his jacket onto the couch without saying a word. You opened your arms for him as he walked to you and wrapped himself around you in a hug that felt like he was clinging to you for dear life. You stroked the hair at the back of his neck as he breathed you in, and you felt that he had been sweating.

"Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?" You asked hesitantly, still cradled in his strong arms.

He shook his head before pulling back, allowing you to really look at him now. His eyes looked like he'd been crying, and his cheeks were flushed. Your heart plummeted into your stomach.

"Not right now, I just need to be with you." He said, his voice slightly hoarse.

You nodded and sat with him on the couch, laying your head on his chest while you listened to his heartbeat. He absentmindedly stroked your hair while staring into the fireplace, debating on whether he wanted to fully open up about everything that was on his mind.

When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with nerves, and you sat up at full attention.

"I... A while back, right before I met you, Donna had left my desk to go and work for Louis. When that happened, I started having panic attacks. It felt like I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, it just completely took over my entire body until it passed. She came back to work for me, and then I met you, and I think that combination helped me tremendously."

You nodded, listening as he continued.

"I didn't want to tell you about it because I didn't want you to worry or make you think I was weak, and since I stopped having them, I didn't think it was important anymore, but today... I had another one."

"Harvey, I would never think you were weak for being honest about your feelings or your struggles. I'd like to think you'd be understanding and supportive of me if I was going through the same thing."

"Of course I would!" He said definitively.

"Exactly. So, do you want to talk about it? Or do you want to sit some more?"

He sighed and ran his free hand through his hair.

"Donna told me she didn't want to be on my desk anymore, she said she wanted more. I get that, but I just don't know how I'm going to do what I do without her help."

"Did she say what she meant by 'more'?" You asked softly.

"She said she didn't know."

Harvey hung his head slightly, looking down at the floor. You could tell how much this was affecting him, normally he had all the answers and didn't sweat about getting what he wanted, but this time felt different. You knew how much he and Donna had been through for them to get to this point, so it never occurred to you that someday she might want to leave her position. You idly rubbed circles on his back.

"Maybe you can still give her more and keep her at the firm with you?" You suggested, desperately trying to come up with a solution to soothe the pain you knew he was in.

"I'd love that, but ultimately if she wants to go, I have no choice but to let her."

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulder, you yawned and briefly closed your eyes as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"You tired?" Harvey asked softly, suddenly noticing that it was long past the time you normally went to bed.

You nodded, sitting up again.

"Yeah, but I knew you needed me." You answered, looking up at him as you grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to keep you up." He replied, feeling guiltier than he had when he walked in. The time hadn't even registered to him after the day he'd had.

"No, no. It's okay, this is what partners do. You should be able to lean on one another, it's a balance. I'm glad you trust me and our relationship enough to want me to be with you for this while you process. Now, are you sleeping here with me or are we going back to your place? Because I know you, and I know you won't admit you don't want to sleep alone tonight."

Harvey smiled weakly before he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

"I love you, Y/N. So much." He whispered against your lips when the kiss broke.

The admission made your heart skip a beat. Neither of you had said the L word yet, but you knew from the moment you saw him that he was it for you. Harvey had felt the same but didn't want to come off as some crazy boyfriend that knew you for all of five minutes, so he buried those feelings deep down for as long as he could bare.

"I love you too, Harvey." You said, a smile growing on your lips.

"Let's stay here tonight, I don't want to spend another second not in a bed with the wonderful, gorgeous, brilliant, selfless woman that I love." Harvey declared, standing and taking you with him.

"Uh oh, you're gonna make me cry." You warned, sensing the impending waterworks.

"I'm just getting started."

#harvey specter #harvey specter suits #harvey specter x reader #suits fics #harveyspecter #request #suits #we're so back

[daydream-cement]

Ooh ooh you're taking request again!?

I enjoy everything that you write, the smut, the fluff, the ANGST! AMAZING!!

Something I would like to see, if possible, is some more sub Larissa. She's definitely a more dominant person but I can picture her being so unsure and almost timid at the prospect that she just needs all the directions. And some wonderful aftercare obviously!

If none of this tickles your fancy, I have a simple question for you: what is your favourite rock/precious stone/gem/crystal? (I'm such a nerd for that shit and love to know what people like lol)

Again, absolutely love everything you write, you are amazing and just keep on slaying!

Lay Back (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

Authors Note: Does petrified wood count as a favorite rock? I also keep stone figures in my wallet for protection. I don't know their exact stone composition but I keep a gargoyle, a bear, and a small pig.

Is this really happening?

This was the same question running through your mind as you kissed Larissa Weems on her living room couch. You often found yourselves unwinding together after a long week by sharing a bottle of wine and chatting about the frustrations you both endured. Tonight was a little different as Larissa had leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

While you weren't opposed to kissing Larissa, the action came out of nowhere. Now that you had the taste of her lipstick and red wine on your tongue, you needed more. You brought a hand to the back of her head, keeping her lips pressed to yours before she could pull away. Larissa smiled against your lips and brought a hand to your face, delighted you reciprocated her feelings.

The kissing was slow and hesitant, both of you nervous to how far you could go. When you parted, Larissa ran her tongue along her bottom lip, savoring the final taste of you. Her sultry eyes and heavy breathing caused the words to tumble from your lips, “God, you’re incredible.”

She took the glass of wine from your hands and placed it on the coffee table next to hers. Larissa was full of surprises tonight as she moved to stand before you, pulled her skirt up around her waist and straddled your lap. You didn’t have enough time to even think about her actions after she began kissing you once more.

Your lips left hers first, beginning to savor each kiss you pressed to her jawline, trailing your way down to her neck. Larissa tilted her head back, offering you as much access to her neck as you wanted. You wanted nothing more than to make her feel incredible. A low moan in her throat drew your words from your mouth before you could even think, "Why don't you sit back and relax? I want to make you feel good..."

Larissa hummed in delight at your words, her hands tangled in your hair. She gave your hair a light tug, prying your lips from her neck so she could look into your eyes, her blue hues boring into yours, "Mmm... What are you going to do to me?"

"I-I-I want to taste you. I want to make you cum. I want-" Your heart began to race. She was so beautiful and the way she looked at you made the words catch in your throat, but once you began stating your fantasies, you remembered to check in with her, "Can I?"

Larissa's gaze broke away from yours and a blush began creeping across her cheeks. Never did she expect you to be so forthright with the things you wanted to do. With a deep breath, she slid off your lap onto the cushion next to you, "Yes, please."

You take her hands in yours and slide to the floor in front of her, hoping to ease whatever nervousness she felt, "Like I said, I just want to make you feel good... So if you need me to do anything or stop, just say so."

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Larissa's lips as she nodded. In response, you pull her hands to your lips, pressing kisses to the backs of them and turning them over to press a kiss to both of her palms. You wanted to make her feel as comfortable as possible offering up this control to you. Drawing one of her legs up, you press kisses up her shin, working your way up to her knee before stopping and restarting the process on her other leg.

Glancing up to Larissa, you could see that she had leaned back against the couch and was now staring up at the ceiling, her chest heaving with each press of your lips. You rest your hands on her knees, checking in with her once more, "Would you like me to keep going?"

"Yes, yes, yes.." Larissa was embarrassed at how overzealous she sounded, but you were grateful for it. Pushing her legs apart, you are finally given a view of her black panties. You are still in no rush, pressing slow, tender kisses to the insides of her thighs. Larissa couldn't help but squirm as the throbbing between her legs became more and more intense.

"What do you want from me...?" You whisper, your hands coming up to grasp at her upper thigh, thumbs making circles on the insides of her legs, achingly close to her heat.

"Please touch me... touch me- touch me with your tongue..." Larissa was unsure of how to ask you properly to eat her out. Not often did she have romantic interests who were so intent on taking control and pleasuring her. Regardless, you were happy to oblige her request.

Teasingly, you dip your head down between her legs, pushing her legs apart even further, so you could press a kiss against her covered pussy. Larissa released a heavy breath that turned into a hiss of frustration You didn't even have to ask and Larissa began to beg, "Please.. don't tease me... Please, I need it..."

Hooking your fingers around the waistband of her underwear, Larissa brought her legs together and lifted her hips, happy to help you in any way to get them off her body. You drag them down her legs and drop them to the side, smirking as Larissa opened her legs nice and wide for you once more. From the way she stared down at you, biting the inside of her lips, you could tell she was anxious for you to begin, "I'll go nice and slow and you just tell me what you want."

Larissa nodded once more, throwing her head back to stare at the ceiling and await your touch with growing anticipation, "Mhmm..."

Pushing two fingers between her folds, you drag them through her wetness until you reach her clit, circling it gently, "How's this?"

"More..." Larissa moaned, backing her hips into your hand searching out more of your touch. That was all the response you needed to remove your fingers and lower your lips to her heat, dragging your tongue along the same path. You hadn't even reached her clit when Larissa wove her hands into your hair and pulled you close enough to grind her hips against your mouth. She was absolutely desperate for you.

You were happy to lap at her clit eagerly, drawing more whines from her throat. Larissa's hips grinded and bucked into your mouth, but you continued licking and sucking feverishly. Your name began rolling of her tongue, over and over again with each pleasurable shockwave that rippled through her body.

With every lap of your tongue, her intense arousal was evident, so you saw it time to push a finger inside of her, causing her to gasp aloud. Pumping your finger in and out twice, you realized how wet and ready she already was for you that you added another to fill her up. Larissa gasped in response, her hips pushing down into the couch.

Now working in tandem, fingering and licking, Larissa inched her way closer to orgasm, her whimpers giving way to full moans and groans of pleasure. Larissa was a puddle under your touch, desperate for you to make her cum.

You curl your fingers and suck on her clit and Larissa began to writhe beneath you. You could feel her clenching around your fingers, indicating she was tipping over the edge. The way she cried your name was furthering your own arousal. Her thighs squeezed shut when she came and Larissa attempted to control herself enough to not hurt you, but the waves of pleasure were intense and unexpected.

She was still coming down off her orgasm when she reached down for you. Larissa took your face in her hands, drawing you up as she bent down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, swiping a tongue over your bottom lip to taste herself. Pulling away Larissa hummed and bit her lip, staring down at your lips for a moment, "Perhaps I should let you try on my strap..."

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #larissa weems smut #principal weems #principal larissa weems #nevermore academy #wednesday netflix #fanfic #oneshot #gwendoline christie #smut #principal weems x reader #gwen christie

[cleverfandomurl]

Miss Misery For the Last Time Teaser

Well, I have once again started another story because I'm incapable of finishing anything and the idea of this story has been stuck in my head for ages. I'm trying to do research for the locations of everything as I write this so, please, be gentle. I'm not from New York City, but it just makes sense for the plot that it takes place there.

This isn't written as a BuckyxF!Reader in the original format, so I am writing two versions of this, lol. If I miss a descriptor or name, let me know and I'll fix it. Here's a teaser of the first chapter!

Y/N sat at the bar, tear tracks and runny mascara drying to her cheeks. She sighed, a little hitch hitting her at the intake, and took another long drag of the drink she ordered. The Tower’s lounge patrons tried to be discreet about their stares at this forlorn girl alone and crying at the bar but she could feel each pair of eyes as they followed her hand raising the glass to her lips. 

“Excuse me, sir, can I get one more?” Y/N asked quietly. The bartender behind the counter, Sam, smiled sadly and nodded, fixing you another Moscow Mule and slid you a few extra napkins to wipe your tears. “So, tell me about him. Or her, I don’t judge.” Sam murmured while drying some newly washed glasses. 

“John fucking Walker…” Y/N ground out the name and trailed off. ‘About two hours ago, I showed up to his apartment for his birthday, as a surprise ya know? And this human shit stain is in his kitchen, on the kitchen island, fucking his neighbor. His neighbor! I dropped the wine bottle I bought and it shattered. He just stared at me and smiled. Smiled. Like he wanted me to find him. Eighteen months of my life I’ll never get back now. Bottoms up.” She licked her bottom lip before chugging the cocktail and putting it down a little too loudly. 

“I just put so much into our relationship and he just openly displays his infidelity like that? I can’t believe….” Y/N trails off and bites her bottom lip in an effort to stop the rest of the tears in her eyes from falling. “This bar is where we met, you know. Maybe that’s why I came here, to see if it’s been ruined by that ass hat.” She frowned into the now empty glass.

Sam laughs at that, fixing a water and pushing it toward her gently. “Look, I know we don’t know each other but I hope he gets what’s coming to him. Karma has a funny way of working on people like that. Let’s call a friend and get you home, ok? Finish that water.” Sam turns to greet another patron at another bar stool and Y/n pulls out her phone. A photo of John displays on the screen and the tears start to swell again. Taking a deep breath, she unlocks it and calls Marsha, her room mate and best friend to take her home.

“Y/N?! Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere, I can’t get a hold of John and you weren’t answering your phone! Are you okay? What's going on?” A rush of questions pulse through the phone after ringing once and she laughs sadly at the intense worry her best friend displays.

“Me and John are over, Marsha. I walked into his apartment with the spare key he gave me, by the way, and he was balls deep in that bitchy neighbor he always said ‘was just a friend’. I’m at The Tower. Can you come get me?” Y/N breathes out quickly. She starts chewing on her nails, waiting for Marsha’s response. It’s a bad habit she picked up a long time ago that she thought she was over. Y/N wipes her hand on her dark denim jeans and shoves it into her back pocket, now self conscious. 

“Yeah, bestie, I’m leaving John’s building now. I’ll restrain myself from beating him senseless tonight. For now.” The line goes dead and Thea sighs in relief, touching the phone to her forehead. She heads to the bathroom to clean up her face from crying and to wipe away the mascara trailing down her cheeks. Her reflection is awful. Red eyes, black streaks, nose puffy. She nods and walks up to the dimly lit mirror. The lights in the women’s bathroom are warm to tint the mirror in a rose hue but it’s kept dark enough that details on your face are a little abstract. Y/N supposes it’s to hide how stringy and dehydrated drinking all night can make one look. She dampens a paper towel and blots her cheeks and under her eyes to clean up the watercolor painting her sobfest has given her face, reapplies lipstick and mascara and dries her last few unshed tears. Y/N smiles and takes a deep breath, she can do this. 

Ten minutes later, Marsha is pulling away from the curb in front of the entrance to The Tower. Y/N gave Sam a fifty as a tip, with a promise to come back next weekend to enjoy the place for once and not stare blankly in a booth as John schmoozed or to cry over his infidelity. She gazed at the lights of New York reflecting on the East River as they drove over the Manhattan Bridge back to the apartment Marsha’s parents bought her. 

Y/N knew how lucky she was that her best friend came from an extremely wealthy family. It was a total coincidence that they met in their freshman year at NYU. Marsha and Thea were in the campus Starbucks and grabbed each other’s coffee order. They laughed awkwardly and realized they were both headed to the same Art History course. They became inseparable after that first semester, despite their differences growing up. Y/N came from a small town in North Carolina and Marsha was raised as Washington, DC socialite royalty. 

Marsha’s family was rich. Her dad was a founder of some tech company in DC, and had an office in the city. Her mom was a former beauty queen, and took pride in being a trophy wife professionally. Marsha was beautiful. She had long, chestnut hair, olive skin and hazel eyes set into a heart shaped face and a petite frame. Marsha wasn’t incredibly short, but smaller than Y/N at only 5’3”. She was soft, coming from a life of luxury but Marsha was honest and kind. She hadn’t quite been jaded by life yet, she’d been protected from hardship by her father.

Y/N was pretty average height, had her hair in a perpetual messy bun of sorts and a burn from the summer that was fading into a spotty tan with random freckles dotting her shoulders and face. Y/N had sad eyes that were set into a tired face. She was strong from years of hard labor working on her uncle’s tobacco farm and being raised with horses, cows and three boy cousins that treated her like the youngest sister. She hadn’t been afforded the same protections in life that Marsha took for granted. They couldn’t be more opposite. Thea always joked that they were the real life Cry Baby without the romance.

Y/N was studying Art History with a desire to work with the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Marsha was studying film production to start her own TV series. They were seniors now, graduating in the upcoming spring, and staying in New York in the apartment. She was looking forward to working with the Brooklyn Museum and Marsha was going to enjoy NYC living. 

“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Marsha’s voice pulled Thea out of her head and back to the present. Sitting in Marsha’s Tesla, in the parking garage of their building on South Street in Manhattan. “What were you thinking about so intently? Are you drunk?” She continued.

Y/N smiled, tiredly. “No, I’m not drunk. I’m just thinking about everything. John, us, this being our senior year. Just overwhelmed right now.” The girls let out a soft laugh at each other and unbuckled their seatbelts to get into the elevator to the 18th floor. They chatted about the upcoming fall semester, their classes and how excited they were to finally graduate. Y/N waved to Charlie, the doorman, as Marsha continued talking about the cute actor in one of her film classes and how she wanted to hook up with him at least once before Christmas break. 

About halfway up to the apartment, her phone pinged. She pulled it out of her jacket pocket and frowned, and pinched her eyebrows together. “You okay?” Marsha asked, seeing her friend’s disgusted face.

“John texted me. He wants me to come back to talk. So he can explain. Does he think I’m stupid?” Y/N half yelled out flinging the hand holding her phone up and out almost hitting another floor’s button. Good thing they were the only ones inside the elevator. 

“I swear on my vintage Dior bag that if you so much as think of texting him back at all,” Marsha started with an emphasis on “all”, “ That I will throw your phone off the balcony and tie you to your desk chair and beat the notion out of you.” Y/N laughed as Marsha continued to get angry on her behalf. Walking in tandem out of the elevator, Thea assured Marsha that would not be happening anytime soon and she just wanted to get out of her clothes and into pajamas to watch a cheesy scary movie and eat cheap popcorn.

Across the bridge, a man was sitting in a dark corner booth of The Tower. His eyes were staring out the window where a dark brown-haired woman had just gotten walked by her friend into a white Tesla and driven toward the Manhattan Bridge. He left his seat to go talk to the bartender, and old friend named Sam, about her and why she was crying over his mark, John Walker.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #slow burn #angst with a happy ending

[lucyglassesstuff]

I want to write a story and I'm looking for help!

Hi! Hello! How are you? Are you a writer? A reader? A random human being who just got across this post?

Either it's fine. I'm all of them myself.

The important thing here is that you may be interested in helping me write a story (and possibly become friends who help each other write).

But what does that intel, stranger who wrote this post?

Glad you asked. I'd love to tell you.

Since the very very beginning of my consciousness I've wanted to tell stories. I'd even go to the extent of saying it is the first thing I remember wanting. And, of course, I've been trying to do so ,but everytime I'm in the midst of it, this thought of maybe having someone to talk to comes to me, someone to discuss the plot with and just- You know, share ideas for scenes and schemes and lines. I think it could be fun and helpful.

But to do that I need someone who's also intrested in telling stories and going through the long ass journey that putting them together intells.

I'm not looking for professionals or masters or anything fancy, just- people with passion.

So far, for my part, I've got a vague idea for what the first chunk of my story is, a plot line (with a shit ton of wholes that I'm trying to fill but somehow keep on happening) ,some characters (the two main ones and about three more) and- And some random little snippets of scenes that go through my head.

Oh and I'm currently writing fantasy. I'm a sucker for fantasy. And for romance.

This collaboration could be for you if:

- You have cool scene ideas (that you're lowkey obsessed with) living rent free in your head but you have no world or characters for them to happen in.

- You're a storytelling geek.

- You like fantasy and romance books.

- You're looking for opinions and help with your own story.

- You'd like to be a writer and, like me, would like to somewhat co-write a story with someone else.

I don't think I'm anything even remotely close to impressive when it comes to writing, but I really do love it. And I'm lowkey attached to my idea of who the characters of my story are, but I think everything is up for some editing at this point in time. In my head we can discuss our ideas and get to something that's good.

Just so you get an idea of the extent of my abilities, here's some of what I've wrote:

"...I don't think it comes down to preferences."

Alora lifted her eyes from the grilled lamb on the table to the man across. The conversation had been taking place for a long while now, but the tone of his last response had been abrupt enough to quiet the people sitting at the table.

"I’d say that is exactly to what it would be narrowed down, wouldn't it?” Queen Elam mused, reaching for her glass of wine “Love is based on preferences”

"Love?" The man asked, spitting the word as if it was an insult. Alora didn't know his name, but she knew he belonged to Koen's court, who seemed to be growing ever so slightly tense at the exchange.

"It's important for any magic, Jekari," the woman next to her hummed. The table had grown so silent that Alora could clearly hear the sound of the wine inside the Queen's cup as she made it swirl in her hand "Even the link needs it."

Her tone had been so subtle Alora almost didn't catch it, but she knew those last words were meant for her, not the man. And she couldn't help herself but to blink as her head turned slightly towards the Spring Kingdom's Queen. No one said anything after that, but she felt more than a few pairs of eyes landing on them.

Elam turned to watch her too, sipping her wine one last time before putting it down. After a second of scrutiny, one of her brows lifted "Oh my- You didn't know, child?"

Alora wasn't too sure of what she meant by that. That magic needed love? That sounded about as absurd as everything else she had been told, and yet everything had proven to be true. So she assumed this also was a nonsensical fact about this place.

But no. She hadn't known.

And then again, what did she know, really?

"It wasn't that long ago I learned who I am" she said plainly, eyes studying the golden liquid inside the Queen's cup before taking them to her masked expression "There are a lot of things I still don't know"

The Queen contemplated her for a small second before nodding once with a soft smile "You’re right," she paused, taking a pointed look to the people sitting at the table "and it is something we all need to be reminded of, anyway. " Her eyes lingered over sir Jekari for a few moments, then she took them back to Alora "As our link to the divine, you'll need to choose a counterpart to inherit the other half of it." She made a pause, as if considering her own words "But the choice must be made based on your heart's desire. Because magic needs love."

She didn't need to look at the princes seated at the table for Alora to know her options were limited.

So... yeah. That's how it looks like when nothing intresting is happening. Just good ol' "this is whats happening" type of narration. I thought it wouldn't be fair to lure you with action when what I'm trying to show is the narrative style.

But anyway, I hope it wasn't too confusing. I've read it so many times I'm no longer capable of discerning whether it's shitty or if it's readable.

And if somehow that was to your liking, what you'll need to apply is:

- A presentation. Either here in the comment section or a private message.

Things you can cover: Who are you? Why do you want to be a part of this collaboration? What are your favorite books? What kind of story do you want to tell or are trying to tell? What are your biggest struggles when it comes to writing (the writing part, the dialogs, descriptions, plotting, character arcs, etc) ? Why?

But of course, feel free to add any banter about you you'd like. The more I know about you, the better.

I'll go first.

I'm Lucía, I'm 20, and I want to tell stories because historically, throughout my life, stories are the only place where I feel real, where I feel seen.

I'm an absolute nerd about storytelling techniques and I've got some basic knowledge on them. I love TV series, movies, books, webtoons, anime... all that that can be a mean to tell a story.

When it comes to books specifically tho, my favorite saga it's Throne of Glass, by Sarah J. Maas. And amongst those, the third one, Heir of Fire. If you read them, that's my kinda jam.

I want to tell the story of a strong ass character (maybe not strong in the way most of them are: by being an absolute menace with weapons. But you know, knowing how to properly stab someone is always a good thing... Sort of) and I absolutely must root for an enemies to lovers trope. With lots of banter and smart characters. Super smart. And I've got no actual idea how to achieve that with my level of IQ, but oh well, confidence and desire make you delusional, so I'd say I can figure it out. I want a story of epic fantasy and adventure, with maybe a bit of politics sprinkled on top. And pain and gore. Not too much tho, but y'know, a protruding bone has always brought some good drama to a scene.

And then what was next? Oh, yeah. I think my biggest biggest struggle is plotting so much I start confusing myself. The story could go in so many directions I have a hard time committing to just one and I'm left in an analysis paralysis that has me changing a story that hasn't even been written every two days.

The writing on itself it's sometimes close to good, sometimes an insult to the english language. There's no in-between.

And I guess my biggest joy is dialog. I enjoy making up conversations A LOT. Now, if they're good or not it's a topic I feel unqualified to give an unbiased opinion on.

And then there's the rest of random stuff about me you can also add to your presentation (I kinda really enjoy knowing this stuff) So, if you care to keep reading: I'm a Taurus sun, moon and mercury, with an Aries venus. I'm an INFP in the MBTI personality test and a 9w1...or was it w8? Either way, a 9, in the enneagram personality test. I'm a Slytherin in every test I've ever taken except the one from The Wizarding World, where I was Ravenclaw. It was never clear to me what type of bender I'd be, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be from the fire nation.

I'm a cat person, tho I do love doggies too, and I have a weird fascination with birds.

I prefer chocolate over candies, and pasta over meat.

Aaaand, I think that's about it.

Oh and also, I'm offering my own help and collaboration for your stories, if you want it.

I guess I'm sort of just looking for friends who are also writers...

Either way, if you're interested on my request, please know I don't bite people I just met.

Oh and I speak Spanish. And not in a duolingo type of way. Spanish is my default setting. And since you're reading this I'm assuming you speak English, but if you also speak both, and you're more comfortable in Spanish, we can switch.

Okay. I think I'm done now.

If you have any further questions, feel free to make them.

If you're just going off, have a great day, stranger.

Talk to me if you're intrested. *insert suggestive winking*

#amateur writing #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #fanfic #story #storytelling #writing adjacent #writterscommunity #who knew there were so many hashtags #im looking for help #idk what else to put here #have a nice day

[itllsetyoufree]

Kara eating lucky charms in bed, just happily munch munching. Lena trying to work, typing and doing her thing but very distracted by how loud the crunching is.

All the credit to @littlemousejelly for the very last (and very best) line.

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It’s not that it’s late or anything, it’s just that sometimes Lena gets her best work done when she’s laying in bed. Especially if it’s after dark and she’s had a glass of wine. It’s calming, and it’s cozy, and this particular bed smells like Kara’s laundry detergent, so what’s the harm of indulging herself and relaxing a little while she finishes up for the evening. It is called a laptop, after all. This is what laptops are for. 

The bed jolts under Lena as Kara jerks her head backwards and comes within millimeters of splitting the headboard in two with the top of her head. Kara giggles then, rolling her head to the side to grin sheepishly at Lena, and Lena’s heart squeezes in her chest as Kara turns her head back to look at the ceiling again. 

Alright, so sue her if the real reason she’s working in bed is to spend a little more time with the girl laying next to her. 

Kara raises her elbow and flicks her wrist, and something shoots out of her hand toward the ceiling. Lena tracks it, eyebrows pinching together in confusion as it falls back down. Kara lunges again, the bed shaking as the little projectile bounces off Kara’s forehead and onto the floor. 

“Aw, shoot,” Kara whispers quietly. She’s already tipping her elbow up toward the ceiling again when Lena interjects. 

“Kara, what are you doing? You’re shaking the whole bed.”

Kara flushes pink and her eyes stray south of Lena’s, and Lena bites down on her own tongue when she feels her ears heat up in response. 

“Nothing,” Kara mumbles, but she gives in when Lena raises an eyebrow. “I’m trying to catch Lucky Charms in my mouth.”

“You’re what—” Lena cuts herself off with an amused sigh when Kara slowly unfurls her fist to reveal a handful of cereal. “Okay. Can you do that without breaking the bed?”

Kara goes even pinker than before but continues her game more gently for a little while. Lena’s just gotten back into her work when Kara’s hand shoots out over Lena’s trackpad just in time for a little rainbow marshmallow to fall neatly into her palm. 

“Hah! Got one.”

Lena turns her head to the side again to see Kara popping the piece of cereal into her mouth, crunching happily on it, and Lena thinks that maybe she’s done with work for the evening. 

“No you didn’t. You have to catch it in your mouth or it doesn’t count, darling.”

Kara huffs, face scrunching up in mock offense, and Lena can’t hold back a smile as Kara wiggles back into position and blows out a slow breath, eyes locked on the ceiling. She flicks her wrist again and a little green clover shoots into the air. Kara opens her mouth as it starts to fall back down, but it hits the side of her nose instead and ricochets against Lena’s neck. 

Kara rolls her head toward again Lena and smiles cheekily, her eyes dipping toward the little marshmallow resting an inch above Lena’s collarbone. 

“You missed. Catch it with your mouth, not your nose,” Lena drawls, triumphant as she’s ever been until Kara raises up onto her elbow, her head dipping in close, close, close, and suddenly Kara’s forearm weighs gentle across Lena’s stomach and a hand braces against the mattress near her hip. There’s a puff of warm air against Lena’s neck and her abdomen clenches and never in her life has she lost her cool this quickly. “Kara—” 

“Hm?” Kara hums, her breath warm against Lena’s neck. Lena feels something warm and wet flick over her skin, and her eyes roll back as Kara’s tongue catches on the marshmallow resting in the dip of her collarbone. 

“What was that?” Lena hears herself say, cursing herself as Kara picks her head up to gaze down at her. Kara’s eyes are lidded, focused somewhere below Lena’s chin, and her stomach twitches under Kara’s arm again. 

Lena watches Kara watch her, blue eyes blinking slowly when Lena wraps her fingers around Kara’s forearm. And then Kara’s dipping down again, lips ghosting over Lena’s neck as she murmurs, “Five second rule.”

#hey anon #now that i'm done with this and i'm reading your prompt again #seems like i absolutely stopped listening after reading 'lucky charms in bed' #i'm not responsible for anything i write after enough glasses of wine #SPECIAL MVP THANKS to #littlemousejelly #for the last line #you're a hero #anonymous #ask box #fic tag

[elles-writing]

Strange behaviour

A/N: There isn't many period-related fics, so here is this one I wrote. It's kinda short. Thank you @guardianofrivendell for helping me out with this one!

Tw: mentions of alcohol & pregnancy, period, reader is adult

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @dumbassunderthemountain

The period cramps were horrible.

You were on your period, and the cramps were just the top thing about it. Being a princess, you had your duties. The stress you had, came as painful cramps, when you got your period. Along with the period-related bloating.

You huffed, as you noticed your stomach under your dress. It was end of summer, and luckily, the temperature was warm enough for you to wear your favourite summer flowy dress. It was also the time when Kili would come back from Iron Hills, where he had to be for some meetings, any day. You missed your husband very much, even if you were writing each other letters.

It's been three, almost four months since he has left, and you couldn't wait to finally meet him again.

It's been around midday, when you got out of the palace to get some fresh air. It had a bit of frosty tones in it, tickling your nose, and you knew autumn was slowly, but surely, approaching.

"Y/N!" You overheard your name. You turned around, and smiled.

"Kili!" Your husband slid off of his pony, and hugged you.

"I missed you," he muttered, but then froze a little.

"Kili-"

"How long are you here? I mean, outside," Kili looked at you with worry in his puppy eyes.

"It's been just a few minutes," you answered to the dwarf. Kili took off his coat, and put it around your shoulders.

"Here. I don't want you to get cold, okay?" He said, and shortly greeted with Thorin and Fili, then also with Dis.

"Would you go on a walk with me, dear?" Dis asked you, and you agreeded.

When you came back, you went to read for a while. When it was time for dinner, you sat down next to Kili, and took his hand in yours. He gave you a smile that made you dizzy.

As you were eating your dinner, you wanted to grab some wine, as you sometimes did on special occasions - and this certainly was an occasion - but Kili frowned at you.

"You shouldn't drink that at all," he gave you a stern look, and you sighed. He looked, as if he would tear the glass out of your hand if he had to, so you decided to drink some tea instead.

You had no idea what was going on with him.

And it annoyed you. A lot.

When you came to your chambers, you went to take a bath, because Kili had to finish reading some papers. You came in your bedroom with his clean tunic on, which became your comfort and habit over the months, and panties.

Kili looked up, and paled in face.

"Why didn't you tell me where were you going?! I could've help you, if anything happened!" You frowned a little.

"Kili, thank you for your concern, but I'm sure I can take a bath by myself and I'm adult enough to drink a bit of wine occasionally."

"Y/N, I'm your husband, and it's my concern and responsibility to look after you, but you're not being careful, especially now, while you are pregnant!" Kili almost yelled out, and your eyes widened.

"Why the fuck do you think I'm pregnant?"

"When I hugged you, I felt your stomach, and now I can see it," he huffed in confusion and annoyance.

"Kili...I'm on my period. It's just water and bit more air than usual." You said.

He still looked sceptical.

You sighed, took his hand, and dragged him to healer.

"What can I do for you, lady Y/N, prince Kili...?" You huffed in annoyance over your husband's stubborness. Your mood on your period wasn't filled with patience. At all.

"Would you please check on me, if I'm pregnant, Daria?"

The healer and midwife in one, and your friend, send Kili outside, to check on you more in private.

Kili's stubborn pout and folded arms on his chest caught his brother's attention, passing by to his own chambers.

"What's up, Ki? I thought you would be with-"

"You can come in, Prince Kili." Kili entered the room, and closed the door.

"Prince Kili, your wife has regular period-related bloat. Lady Y/N isn't expecting," she said.

"There you go," you have Kili a smirk. You both thanked the healer, and left.

When you came in your chambers, Kili rolled his eyes.

"Alright, okay then, you are right. But still, just in case, if you ever-"

"If I ever get pregnant, I will tell you as soon as possible, so you can protect me from two glasses a wine I drink in a year," You muttered, and went to bed.

When Kili cuddled you, and pulled the blanket over your shoulders, you sighed at the warmth, radiating from his body. You nuzzled your nose in between his neck and shoulder, and sighed. You missed him.

"Good night, love," Kili whispered.

"Good night, dummy," You muttered. A chuckle left Kili's lips, as he kissed the top of your head.

#the hobbit #kili #kili x reader #fili #thorin #kili durin #the hobbit fanfiction #fluff #kilixreader #we all know I love this dumbass too much

[ssavanessa22]

UTI’S and Profiling Classes

@cmwocappreciationweek Monday: A fic about your favourite character of colour 

Paring: Tara x Emily 

Warnings: People being tipsy, suggestive sexual language, UTI's

A/N: Guys, I'm so excited this is the first day of my criminal minds writers of appreciation week! I hope you all enjoy this, and I can't wait to read what everyone writes :) and sorry this was date late I scheduled it for 11pm so I'm not sure why it didn't post at that time

By the end of a girls night, mostly everyone was tipsy; Penny on her fifth glass on some type of colourful fruity drink, JJ drinking some fancy kind of wine that Emily had in her wine cellar. Leaving Tara and Emily, who were slightly buzzed from the whiskey, they were having. 

"Okay, girls, I've been waiting all night to ask this question all night! How are everyone's loves lives" Penelope slurred 

"Well, I mean, I'm married, so nothing new is going on; however, Will wants another baby, and I kind of want another one as well", she replied, looking down at her drink, shed been thinking about this for a long time but never really knew how to bring it up to the girls. 

"Aww, Jayje, I'm so happy and excited for you two; whatever you decide, we'll all be here for you."

"Yeah, definitely JJ, we will all be here for you guys", Tara added.

"What about you, Emily, any boyfriends or girlfriends on the radar" penny asked, prying for some titbit of information. 

"Ummm, no nope, not at all", she quickly replied, glancing at Tara. "What about you, Penny? How's it going with Luke" trying as hard as possible to distract Penny from questioning her further. 

"Things with Luke are so good. I love him so much, and I also hate his face" she laughed at her response. "But to be honest, guys, he's amazing; he worships the ground I walk on. Has a banging body and a German shepherd. What is not to love about that deliciously gorgeous man?" 

"And how sweet is he? He's even been giving me profiling classes."

Emily and Tara both choked on their drink, and JJ laughed and Garcia's' comment. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know if I heard right profiling classes?" Emily said in utter shock

"Yep, at first it something to kind of you know to spice up the bedroom." she replied in a lower tone." But now I just do it for fun. I was able to profile the other day that it was Spencer who ate my lemon and honey yoghurt from the fridge" she finished of smiling. 

The girls were all laughing comically at Penelope answers. 

"Well, enough about you, penny, Tara. Do you have guys you are interested in right now? I heard from the receptionist in the crimes division that a certain agent has a thing for you," JJ asked. Tara quickly looked to Emily and back down at her lap. Even though most people in the room were profilers and being a profiler, she knew her body language was closed off, realising now that being questioned in front of a group of profilers is much more complicated than suspected unsubs made it look. 

"Oooo, secret admirers, how exciting." 

"Um, no, I'm just kind of taking time for myself right now, not looking for anyone to date", she replied quickly again, wanting to end this conversation as fast as possible. 

"Oh well, that's sad to hear cause I heard there were a lot of guys who had their eye on you." 

"I guess so, but I'm not looking for anything right now, so I guess all the hunky men are going to wait," she answered awkwardly. 

As the JJ, Penelope and Tara started to get ready to leave and help Emily clean everything, Garcia was still on her mission. 

"Are you sure Luke cant give you a lift, Tara? You live pretty close to him, and I want you to get home safe" she was testing her theory. Now she wanted to find out whether her gut feeling was correct or not. 

Tara tried to reassure her, "Nope, don't worry about it at all. You just get home safe and drink lots of water, Penelope, okay?"  "Yeah penny ill drop her home after she's finished helping me clean up nothing to worry about you two" Emily added 

"Okay, well, let's get going, penny, Luke downstairs to pick us up." 

"Okay, okay, I'm coming down, Jayje", she said, still slurring her words. "I'll be down in a sec." 

"Okay, love; night Em night Tara" as she started to walk down the stairs, Penny checked the landing to make sure JJ was out of earshot. 

"One more thing before I-I-I go", she hiccupped," you guys are terrible profilers."

"What, why are we terrible profilers?" 

"You would have known this whole time that I was never really drunk; I've been pretending this whole to see if I was right." 

Emily was shocked, Penelope is sunflower personified, and this type of sneakiness and deception was just so out of character for her. Still, if anyone else were on the receiving end of this, Emily would 100% be proud of Garcia. 

"What have you been drinking this whole night then."

"Cranberry Juice mixed with lemonade, I think I have a UTI coming, so this was killing two birds with one stone. 

"Why would you do that anyway, like what was the theory you were trying to prove in the first place?" Tara asked 

"That you and Emily are dating."

"WHAT, no no no, we are not dating. We are just friends that all, nothing else is going on, promise." 

"You two are terrible liars, and I'm too tired for this; all I know are two things. One that you two are dating and two I would make a surprising good profiler, anyways night guys!" she started to leave Emily’s door  going to meet JJ and Luke who was waiting in the car for her "oh and don't worry your secret is safe with me. She said with a wink before she was out of sight. 

The room was enveloped with silence, mainly Tara and Emily trying to think about what had given them away. 

"How on earth did she even know?- How did we not even realise she wasn't drunk?" 

"Honestly, with Penelope, I stopped asking a long time ago how she just knows things."

Taglist

@spookyspence @samuel-de-champagne-problems @sweetandsunny

#cmwocappreciationweek #criminalmindswoc #emily prentiss fluff #emily prentiss #tara lewis #tara lewis x reader #Emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x y/n #temily #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fluff #emily x tara #Penelope Garcia

[salsadips]

If I Could Fly - Harry Styles

This was just a cute little thing I had in mind and I really didn’t use that much time on it so it’s not perfect, but I still think it’s sweet and I hope you like it<3

Summary: Harry has to do a show on your anniversary, but he still finds a way to express his love to you

This is just pure fluff

Gif’s not mine, creds to the owner

You and Harry had been together for a little less than a year when you wrote If I Could Fly together. You were sitting by the Piano Harry had placed in his living room around 2 am and the song almost wrote itself as you looked into each other's eyes, feeling like the world was yours to conquer. Maybe a little bit of alcohol had been consumed through the night, but when the song was finished after approximately thirty minutes and you stared into the green forest of Harry's eyes and he the blue ocean of yours (I'm really sorry if you don't have blue eyes I just thought it fitted), you were both sure that you wanted to spend a very long time together.

You wrote songs for a living. Writing them, selling them, and then often seeing them on the hit lists a couple of months later. You were talented and you had written many songs throughout the last couple of years, but never had you written a song with as much emotion as when you and Harry made If I Could Fly.

When Harry's fellow bandmates asked him one night about a week later if he had any new songs up his sleeve, Harry played them the beautiful song the two of you had written together. Both Louis, Niall, and Liam absolutely loved it and immediately started trying to convince him to put it on the album they were in the middle of making. Of course, they would've respected if Harry said no because they knew the song meant a lot to him. Actually, the song meant absolutely everything to Harry, and that was why he wanted it on the album. Because he was so in love with you that he wanted to scream it so loud that the whole world would've been able to hear. It had been physically impossible for him to do that though, so what better way to tell the world than through a song?

You were excited to see all One Direction's fans react to the song and once it was released many of them quickly figured out that it was about you and Harry's relationship because your names were the only ones on the credits given to the writers of the song.

Now, five years later, you and Harry still loved each other more than anything and you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together. You'd had If I Could Fly on repeat for many occasions during the last five years and the song had never failed to make you smile. That's why whenever you were sad you put on the song, whenever you and Harry were in a fight you put on the song, whenever he was on the other side of the world and you missed him like crazy you put on the song, whenever he was only ten minutes away but you still missed him you put the song on, but during the last scenario you would usually play the song on the way to his house.

Harry would do the same, but he would be listening to an old recording on his phone of the day you'd written the song together where your voice would echo beautifully through the speakers instead of the album version with his old bandmates.

The song meant everything to both of you and it had been written with so much love and emotion that it was almost impossible for you to listen to it without your eyes glassing over slightly, and that is exactly why Harry had planned to play it at his concert tonight. It was your six-year anniversary and even though Harry would much rather be cuddled up with you on the couch and watching old movies while drinking expensive wine as you usually did, he had been forced to have a show tonight.

When he had planned his tour many months prior, he had made sure to keep the date of your anniversary off his schedule so that he could grant all his attention to you solely, but his plan had been changed when it had been necessary to cancel one of his shows in London. He'd then been offered to change the date so that thousands of fans wouldn't get disappointed and of course, Harry had immediately said yes, disappointing his fans was the last thing he wanted. When Harry found out that they'd moved the date to today, your anniversary, he regretted the decision though.

Even though you'd told him several times that you really didn't mind he's still been unsure whether to do the show or not. "But I want to be with you" he had pouted like a puppy and your heart had completely melted. "You will be, I'll come to the show and we'll go home and be together afterward" you'd kept reassuring him. You'd always loved to watch Harry perform, so you were always happy when you got the chance to.

You did end up convincing Harry to do the show, but he still felt like he needed to make it up to you and he knew the perfect way how to.

All that led up to this moment, Harry on stage just having finished Sweet Creature, you backstage and the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs. "So," Harry started, the screams of the crowd dying down a bit, "today is a very special day."

"The day you realized you're shit at making jokes" a fan standing in the front line yelled from the crowd which had gone almost quiet. Laughter broke out through the room and Harry tried to look offended but couldn't quite keep his own laughter back. He walked closer to the edge of the stage to look down at the girl who'd yelled and pointed a finger at her once he found her. "I tell very very good jokes" he stated, trying to sound as serious as possible. The whole crowd broke into laughter again and Harry looked up with his mouth agape, "what? Why are you laughing? You shouldn't be laughing, I tell extremely good jokes" he said, playing offended.

He turned to you, standing on the left side of the stage, "y/n, my jokes are good, right?" he almost pleaded. The crowd went absolutely crazy at the mention of your name and you could only laugh in response which made him raise his eyebrows and his eyes widen, "why are you laughing?"

You blew him a kiss which he huffed at and turned to the crowd, "she blew me a kiss as if that makes it better" he rolled his eyes playfully, but the room went loud again as screams filled the air. "Let's get back to the point before my ego starts hurting too much," Harry said, making his fans laugh.

"I'm not good at telling jokes, but I still make you laugh don't I?" He just had to get his point through before continuing, which made the crowd erupt in laughter again. As he was proved right, he was able to continue. You shook your head at his narcissistic ass, but couldn't possibly wipe the huge smile you had on your face off.

"Today is a special day because," he squinted his eyes at the girl who'd offended his jokes before continuing, "six years ago I grew balls big enough to ask this girl out," he said and your heart automatically sped up as the crowd screamed uncontrollably, what was he doing?

"I love her a lot and I want today to be very special for her," he said as another microphone was carried onto the stage and placed beside his. Harry turned to you and motioned for you to come onto the stage as the screams from the thousands of people in the room went crazy. Your eyes widened and you quickly shook your head, whatever he had planned you weren't doing it. You knew Harry and all his "good ideas" and you were not doing something which required you and a microphone and a whole lot of people. Harry put up his finger and spoke to his fans, "one second" before running across the stage and towards you.

When he approached you he didn't say anything, just gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and pulled you onto the stage with him. He placed you in front of the microphone next to his own before holding your hand up in the air, "y/n everyone!"

Being in front of so many people had always made you uncomfortable, but Harry's naturally relaxed personality always shined through in situations like these and you immediately felt more comfortable being next to him. You locked eyes with him as he let your hand back down and he quickly leaned over to give you a peck on the cheek, before turning around and sending a thumps up to his band.

The melody to If I Could Fly started and a smile broke onto your face at the sound of your favorite song. You looked at Harry who was already looking at you with the goofiest smile you had ever seen on his face, and your smile only grew as he started singing the first line of the song.

"If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you" he sang and the crowd went crazy at the sound of the familiar song. His eyes remained on yours though as he continued, "I think I might give up everything, just ask me to."

"Pay attention, I hope that you listen 'cause I let my guard down" he gave your hand, which he was still holding, a squeeze, "right now I'm completely defenseless."

"For your eyes only, I'll show you my heart For when you're lonely and forget who you are I'm missing half of me when we're apart Now you know me, for your eyes only For your eyes only"

He finished the chorus and gave you a reassuring nod, encouraging you to sing. You eyes didn't leave his once as you sang,

"I've got scars even though they can't always be seen And pain gets hard, but now you're here and I don't feel a thing Pay attention, I hope that you listen 'cause I let my guard down Right now I'm completely defenseless" He joined you as the song came to the chorus again and your voices melded together beautifully and you knew you were never gonna forget this moment, with the screaming fans in the background. Harry was a very private person towards the public, so you knew that him presenting you to the crowd like this meant a lot and even though you'd been taken aback by his request to sing with you, you realized at that moment that there was nothing you loved more than singing with him.

When Harry was just about to start the third verse of the song, he turned his microphone so it was facing you, and let go of your hand to grab your microphone and turning it as well. You were standing face to face as Harry started singing, making your heart almost burst with all the different emotions currently occupying it.

"I can feel your heart inside of mine" he sang and you smiled, his voice had always been the most beautiful sound to you.

"I've been going out of my mind, know that I'm just wasting time" you continued before he finished the verse, "and I hope that you don't run from me."

As you sang the chorus together again, you looked directly into each other's eyes, your faces close as you sang your hearts out. You got lost into the deep depths of his eyes and it was like the rest of the room disappeared, only you and the man who carried your heart present. Harry looked at you and you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. As his eyes pierced into yours, they carried all the love he had for you and as the song ended he embraced you in a tight hug and you couldn't stop the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I love you so much, baby" he whispered into your ear and kissed you on the forehead before letting you go and made sure you returned to the side of the stage safely to watch the rest of the show.

#Harry Styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry edward styles #one direction #one direction x reader #harry styles imagine #one direction imagine #louis tomilson #liam payne #niall horan #zayn mailk #louis tomlinson x reader #louis x harry #liam payne x reader #niall horan x reader #love on tour #up all night #fine line #watermelon sugar #if i could fly #midnight memories #made in the am #adore you #golden #cherry #imagine

[ye4gerismarchives]

the bachelorette: after the final rose

an: the bachelorette is finally over. writing this was…wow. interacting with my followers was so fun😭 i hope to do so again in the future. do enjoy this and take a look at the poll at the end. my requests will be opening up again! feel free to drop something :)

tags: black, fem reader

taglist: @taybird

The day after your wedding, you and Jean found yourselves in Bora Bora. Once you landed, you and Jean settled down for a moment. Your ideal plan was to unpack, get something to eat at the hotel you were in and probably go to sleep. Jean had different plans in mind. As you unpacked your suitcase, he kept massaging your shoulders. His hands moved down your arms and you didn't protest. Y'all, I don't write smut. Give me a few years and I'll write everything that when down.

Despite getting married on television and the whole world knowing, you and Jean never saw yourself as a married couple. It was more like dating to you guys. There were times he's walked out on you because you were too "emotional" and you've walked out on him because he was too "sensitive". But you always found your way back to each other.

During the week of your first "wedding" anniversary, Jean flew you out to Corfu, Greece. The first six days, he recreated your first "honeymoon" night and on the seventh day, he got on one knee again and asked you to be his wife- for real this time. You immediately said yes and threw yourself at him, toppling him over. You both landed on the restaurant floor but that didn't stop you from kissing him.

Wedding planning didn't take as long and it wasn't as hectic as it was the last time. You and Jean had decided to elope. You decided not to tell anyone, except Mikasa, that the wedding was real this time. Everyone you knew had been under the impression that you were spouses.

The day you went to court, Mikasa had been your only witness. You liked the idea of eloping. It was more intimate. No camera, no scripts. Just you and Jean.

Buying what you call a 'mansion' was not on your bingo card. Before you officially made Jean your husband, you had lived in a penthouse that Levi owned. You thought it was perfect- there was enough space for you and Jean. However, it was time to put your big boy pants on.

The outside of your home looks scary. No, it was a pretty house but this was a HUGE mansion. The inside of your home was very homey, however. There were office spaces for you and Jean- which he loved because he was getting back into law again (he had to quit his job because fans and Yeagerists, Eren's "fandom", had found his place of work and harassed him in some sort of way. Jean works with an elite private firm now), a game room, an inside gym, and a sitting room. Your backyard had a pool, a cabana, a garden, and outside guest quarters.

To be perfectly honest, you both found yourself in your offices. You started your own successful wedding planning business and Jean had his cases. Sometimes you felt like a big home was a waste of time. It's not like you had people to live in it for you.

"Jean, we need to talk."

Jean had just come home from work. It was one in the morning. You were standing in front of him in one of your many bathrobes. Jean walks up to you and plants a kiss on your forehead. "What's up, babe? No hi or anything?"

"I'm afraid that you're not taking care of yourself well enough," you start. "What do you mean, baby?" Jean asks mindlessly as he removes his coat. "Oh, would you stop with the baby thing? I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you!"

Jean looks at you like you hit his mother or something. "I don't think a serious conversation includes you raising your voice at me," he answers. "Excuse me? Your thick head doesn't like to listen to anyone, so we got to yell things into it," you retort. Jean ignores you and makes his way to the kitchen. You're eyes widen- he's never walked away from you before. "Excuse me!” you call after him.

There is no response from Jean, who pulls a white wine from the fridge. "You're not drinking that. Not until you hear me out," you try again. "Well, you could have told me instead of chewing me out about calling you 'baby', y/n," Jean responds. He turns away from you again and starts looking through the cabinets for a wine glass. You take this as an opportunity to take the wine off the island counter and pour it out. Jean's head snaps back once he hears liquids going down the drain. "What the hell is your problem? I can't drink now?!" he snaps.

"I'm worried about you, idiot. You come home late, I never hear you eating, you don't take your double showers and you're always exhausted. You don't think your job is hurting you? I don't even see you anymore. Your job is hurting us!" you cry.

Jean shakes his head and mutters some nonsense under his breath before placing the wine glass he picked on the island counter. He shakes his head as he leaves.

"Are you gonna be like this when the baby is here?" You call out.

"Excuse me?"

"Are you going to be working long hours and act like a jerk when I'm farther along? What about when the baby gets here? At this point, the baby doesn't even have a father."

Jean walks over to you with confusion in his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm pregnant, Jean," you say with a small chuckle. I've wanted to tell you this whole time but you've been busy and I just got fed up tonight because I miss you."

Jean doesn't say a word. Instead, he undoes your robe and places a hand on your stomach. "We're having a baby? Are you serious? Us? How..."

You could only smile wider. Seeing Jean in awe about your very small bump was an entertaining sight.

"I'll...I'll talk to my b-boss. In fact, I-I'll q-quit my job...yeah! I'll q-quit!" he finally lets out.

"Oh no, don't do that. Just get your hours fixed and if they don't allow that, we'll find a different place, yeah?"

"S-sure," Jean stutters. "Are you hungry? Would you like me to order something? Do you want socks? What do you want?"

"I think I want you to take a bath and for you to sleep, mister," you answer. Jean still in a trance, obeys.

"I can't believe we had two. I was under the impression there was only one."

"At least they'll keep the big room you painted busy."

Jean had one of your newborns sprawled on his bare chest. You cradled the other one in your arms. A little boy and girl. Your daughter, Maia, already had Jean wrapped around her finger. Your son, Marquis, was a little independent, despite being a few days old.

"I can't believe we made them," Jean says. After your emergency C-section, Jean was back into that trance he was in when you first told him you were pregnant. "We should have one more. We have pretty babies."

"Shut up, Jean."

You never thought you'd allow a camera in your sight again. Obviously, there was the paparazzi that hounded you and your children down on the regular. But a camera allowed by you in your home? Never. Until today.

It's been seven years since you met the love of your life. You're thirty now and Jean is thirty-two. The two little menaces in your home are three. Maia and Marquis were just like their father- silly and full of life unless otherwise. But at least they look like you (except the pieces of ash brown in their hair that they picked up from Jean). You were pregnant with another. You hoped that your child would bring you peace but even if they were as colorful as your two, it wouldn't matter to you.

You sat in the family room with Jean and your twins as the camera team prepared their cameras and other equipment. Jean was trying his best to keep your children in one place, as you adjust your hair.

"Ms. y/n, are you ready?" Your interviewer asks. You nod and Jean gives you a nervous look. "Hey, kids...why don't you go into the sitting room. We'll come get you later, yeah?" you say softly. Your twins start to whine but they also start their walk to the sitting room.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein, I'll count you off now," your cameraman says. You both nod, waiting for the interviewer to start asking you questions.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein, I'll count you off now," your cameraman says. You both nod, waiting for the interviewer to start asking you questions.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kirstein, it's such an honor to meet you both. Seven years together...amazing. You've been together for almost a decade now," your interviewer starts.

"It's been interesting but it's been nice getting to know my girlfriend of seven years now," Jean says jokingly. "Oh stop it," you reply teasingly.

"How have you changed since the Bachelorette?"

You take a deep breath and Jean looks down awkwardly. "Well, we've been cautious. Obviously, with our privacy but also with the people we allow in our circle," you answer. "We've been in contact with a few contestants and it's been on and off. We've learned that trust is key...not only in marriage but who we bring into it," Jean says.

"If you don't mind me asking, who is in your life right now? Have you been in contact with your father? What about Levi?"

Jean clinches his fist and you take it in your hand, letting him know you were still here with him. "Well, Bertholdt and Reiner are still one of our biggest friends," you answer. Reiner and Bertholdt had a baby recently, a little girl named Gabi, but you decided not to announce that to protect their privacy. "Mikasa and I are still friends and we're still trying to get used to Eren being in her-our lives." Mikasa and Eren met up again and Mikasa was still head over heels for him. You were uncomfortable (because of his silence when his fans harassed your husband) at first but he was good to her. "The twins absolutely adore Levi and Erwin. They're their grandpas," you finish. You still hadn't answered the question about Jean's father.

"And your father? Mr. Kirstein?"

"My father is not in my life. Please stop asking."

The interviewer purses their lips, now feeling embarrassed. “I apologize, Mr. Kirstein. I’ll ask the next question: what are some obstacles you’ve faced in your relationship?”

“Well, we thought we had communication down. But we didn’t…at least not completely. But we managed,” you say.

“I think our children are proof of it,” Jean suddenly includes.

You glare at him and slap his hand, non verbally telling him to shut up. He only gives you a cheeky smile.

The rest of the questions were about hardships, what turned you both on, and your hopes for the future.

When the interviewer finally announced that the last question was coming up, you couldn’t have been happier.

“What are three things you appreciate about each other?”

You look at Jean and then back at the interviewer. “Er-well…I-“

“I appreciate how serious you get,” Jean interrupts, “ how kind you are and how dedicated you are- especially to your children and your career. I wouldn’t want anyone else but you.”

“Jean-“ your voice cracked. It always seemed like you had power over your husband and he was just your dog but he still knew how to overpower you with his words. “I don’t know what to say…you’re so dedicated to our family. Watching you play with our kids, feed them, and put them to sleep- you just prove that you're the perfect man for this job. I see how you treat your mom and I don’t worry about our children and me being mistreated. And you’re so strong. You lost the person who should have been there for you and your mom but you still worked hard and you found some peace. I love you, Jean Kirstein.

Jean takes your hand and kisses it. “I love you too, y/n l/n.”

The End.

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Happy Go Lucky || Jose "Sad Eyes" Guzman

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A/N: Shoutout to @multiyfandomgirl40 and @firebenderwolf for making me do a taglist. I'm still in awe that people enjoy the fics I write. Be sure to check out their fics (or re-read them), you won't regret it! Grammatical errors are to be expected. Spanish Translations below, let me know if there are any errors. 

Characters/Pairing(s): Sad Eyes x Reader ☆ OCs (readers best friends)

Summary: Wine just brings out a different side of (Y/N). Not that her boyfriend is complaining. 

Warnings: fluff, language, references to smut, tipsy reader

Word Count: 1638

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The Mean Girls credits rolled onto the screen, so (Y/N) tossed the remote to Kyra as she got up and walked into the kitchen. Opening up the fridge, she looked through the selection Maelyse had brought with her. Unsure of what to get, Joy popped up beside her and grabbed the Merlot. (Y/N) shrugged her shoulders and decided to grab the rest of the snacks instead. 

Tomorrow, the tight knit group of friends would officially have a wife among them. They were all excited for the big day, especially the bride to be Maelyse. The past few months had all of them busy. However, through it all, they all remained level-headed and it solidified Mae's choice in choosing them to be her bridesmaids. Instead of going to celebrate her last night of being a fiancé out in the city, Mae decided on having a quiet night in. 

Each of them had their own rooms within the suite, but chose to all camp out in the living room for the night.

"How are you feeling?" (Y/N) asked Mae as she placed the snacks on the coffee table that had been pushed to the side. 

She smiled, "great." 

Joy shook her head, "and to think you getting married is because Scott sent a text to the wrong number.

"I wouldn't say it was wrong," Mae flashed her engagement ring, "after all he ended up with the right woman."

(Y/N) and Joy both awed, while Kyra scoffed. 

"Okay, enough of the cheesiness, y'all know I'm lactose intolerant," everyone laughed at her, "let's give a toast for wrong numbers." 

"To wrong numbers!"

They all raised their wine glasses, clinked them together and took a drink. When (Y/N) placed her glass down, she noticed a notification pop up on her screen. With the quick flash she smiled down at her screensaver. A photo of her and Jose sitting on a mat with a picnic basket and a bouquet of daffodils beside them. (Y/N) leaning back into his embrace and Jose wrapping his arms around her. 

He had set his phone up to "capture the moment", he had told her. (Y/N) didn't really suspect anything of it considering she loved a good photo op. She remembered that day so clearly, as it was when Jose officially asked her to be his girlfriend. Bringing the bouquet of daffodils to symbolise the new beginning for both of them. 

Kyra noticed (Y/N) staring at her phone and nudged her shoulder playfully, "is somebody missing their novio?" 

"Shut up," she replied.

Mae laughed, "he's coming tomorrow, right?" 

(Y/N) nodded, "yeah, he'll be there." 

She was happy that Jose would join her. It would be the first event they'd be attending as a couple – Santos parties and dinners with her family didn't really count. Plus she was extremely excited to see him dressed up.

Joy smiled and grabbed some Doritos to munch on, "Nana Julie is gonna be disappointed when she finds out you're in a relationship. She's been trying to set you up with Carlos for years."

"Accepting the ring pop in front of her was the beginning of her attempts of getting the two of you together," Mae piped up. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, "we were seven." 

Kyra smirked, "my favourite part was when you found out he gave Vivian a ring pop the day before and told him you weren't a homewrecker," she laughed.

"That just showed how committed I was, even back then," she replied, "I kinda felt bad after I stuck the ring pop in his hair. He had to shave it all off 'cause Nana Julie ended up giving him a bald spot when she ripped it out." 

They continued to drink, eat and talk. Laughing at the memories they created with each other and cringing when they talked about their awkward teenage years. All of which they agreed they were happy they were no longer living through it.

On the other side of town, Jose was chilling in his apartment. He wasn't really doing anything, other than making sure his outfit for Mae's wedding was put away nicely. He had just come back from his mother's house 'cause he needed help ironing it. While she was ironing, she kept talking about how proud she was of him for finding (Y/N). He laughed when she began to hint at grandchildren. His response was if it happened, it happened. Although, he already knew that (Y/N) was the only woman he ever pictured having kids with. 

Closing his closet door, he moved from his bedroom into the hallway. His mind on (Y/N) and hoping she was having a blast with her girls. When he began dating her, her friends were a bit apprehensive due to his association with the Santos. However, when they realised he actually cared for (Y/N) they eased up. Now, whenever he saw them there wasn't any awkwardness. 

Before he reached the kitchen, he felt a vibration against his thigh. Confused, he pulled out his phone and saw (Y/N)'s contact name pop up. With a smile, he quickly answered, "Hola, querida." 

"Ooooh did you hear that girls? Did. You. Fucking. Hear. My. Man? I don't think you did. He spoke Spanish! Fuck he sounds so sexy –" was all Jose heard before a bunch of giggles muffled his girlfriend's voice. He couldn't help but chuckle, quickly figuring out that he was on speaker and (Y/N) was tipsy (if her slightly slurred rambling was anything to go by). A loud shushing noise was followed by more rambling, "– like… he's just so ‐‐ urg! He's a snack… no h-he's more than that he's breakfast… and lunch… and dinner. Yeah! Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Wait, no… uh, what's that place – buffet! He's. A. Fucking. Buffet! Yes, he is. And I'll gladly eat all day long." 

Jose smirked, "you're everything and more bebe." 

"Oh shit, I forgot I was on the phone," she giggled, "hey, baby! I love you!" She let out a heavy sigh, "I miss you! Can I see you? I wanna see you." 

Never being able to deny her of anything, he quickly ended their call and switched to FaceTime. He only waited for a few seconds before (Y/N)'s face popped up, practically covering the screen. Jose laughed as she grinned widely, before shuffling back allowing him to see her surrounded by her best friends. All of whom were wearing matching pink pajama sets, except for Maelyse whose set was white. They all waved, Jose nodding back at them. 

"Isn't he handsome?" (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder, "and he's mine." She sighed happily focusing back on the screen. "I love you!" 

He smiled, "I love you too, bebe." His eyes spotted some wine glasses in the background with snacks. "You seem to be having a great time." 

"The bestest time ever!" She cheered, the girls cheering alongside her. "We're getting wine drunk and eating all the snacks. But, I wanna see you," she pouted. 

"Don't make that face," he sighed, "you're seeing me now, bebe." 

"It's not the same… I want you here!" She huffed.

He raised an eyebrow, "(Y/N)." 

"Ooooh, you called me (Y/N)." Her eyes widened, "you must mean business," she giggled. "I like it when you say my name… especially when you're –" 

"Baby," this time his eyes widened.

The girls in the background fell over each other laughing, while (Y/N) looked at them confused. This made Joy laugh harder. Maelyse leaned over and whispered in her ear. (Y/N) bit her lip, causing Kyra to wrap her arms around her shoulders and scream about 'the baby not being as innocent as everyone thought'. Shaking her head, she turned back to the screen and shrugged her shoulders. 

"I meant when you're sleepy 'cause your voice gets even sexier," she explained, "but… yeah, when we're doing stuff too. I really like that part."

The way she said it so nonchalantly made Jose snort and shake his head. His girl was something else. The camera shifted to show off a pile of blankets and pillows, before revealing her nude painted toenails. He patiently waited until (Y/N)'s face came back on the screen and once it did, she was laying on a bed.

"I can't wait to see you all dressed up," she commented, "like – fuck, you're already the sexiest man. But… imagining you in a suit and tie is doing things to me." 

He smirked, "is that right?" 

Biting her lip, she nodded, "yeah… a whole lot of things," she glanced over her phone before back at the screen, "after the wedding is when the real fun starts." 

"I look forward to it." 

"You should 'cause I brought your favourite set with me, so I can wear it underneath my dress." 

"Baby, don't do that to me," he groaned.

"Sorry not sorry," she giggled.

They chatted a bit more until Mae called out for (Y/N) that it was time to say goodbye and get back to celebrating. At the same time Oso gestured towards Jose that he was needed. With a reluctant sigh from both of them, they smiled at each other. 

"Looks like we've both gotta go, querida," he told her, "but I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Do you need me to bring anything to the hotel?" 

"Can I have some (fast food) for breakfast?" 

He laughed, "of course baby, anything else?" 

She shook her head, "no that's it," she blew him a kiss, "I really gotta go now 'cause I can hear Mae calling my full name," she huffed, "I love you!"

"I love you too, baby." 

Once they hung up, they both had the same thought; morning couldn't come soon enough.

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Spanish Translation(s): 

Novio - boyfriend

Hola, querida - hello, honey

Bebe - baby

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[fallingforyou123]

You Will Never Be A God-Une

Warnings: Slight language, implied smut, alight angst

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Here is the official part one! Hope you'll like it, reblogs and feedback are always appreciated!

Series Masterpost

The sheets hung loosely around her frame, the only thing keeping her from being exposed to the cold air. The stranger laid beside her in a dazed out state, chest rising ever so slowly. A small cloud of smoke engulfed the both of them, a bad habit Stevi had picked up from an ex of hers.

“Those will kill you one day.”

“No more than sleeping with strangers will.”

“Touche.”

Stevi moved to get dressed, keeping quiet to avoid another conversation. Leaving was always bad, but leaving when there was still so much to be said was the worst. She couldn’t quite place it, but there was a feeling, something small sitting in her gut. It worried her, she’d never felt like this with a stranger. So safe and comfortable.

“Stay. Just till the morning, I’ll have my driver take you home.” Came the voice from the other side of the bed.

“No, definitely no. I have rules, no names, no staying. I can’t”

“What a lonely life you must live, to disconnect so much from those around you.”

Stevi looked at him, truly looked at him. He looked so much different than the man she met a couple hours ago. His perfectly gelled hair was nothing more than a brown mess atop his head, his eyes were clouded with a sleepy haze, and his suit had been replaced by a very thin sheet. He looked like someone she could see herself falling for back in university, she had to remind herself that this was a man with a lot of money, someone she’d probably dig up dirt on for an article.

She shook her head, she needed to leave.

After she finished dressing, she grabbed her bag from the front room and slipped out the door. Checking her phone she saw a couple missed calls from Brooke and an enthusiastic ‘be safe!’ text from Poppy. She quickly both, ensuring them that she was not dead in a ditch somewhere, before ordering an uber and hoping in the elevator.

***

The rest of the weekend had gone by in a blur. She’d spent all of Saturday nursing her hangover with ice cream and old reruns of Golden Girls in bed. Then Sunday was brunch with the girls at a little cafe where she was forced to share every detail of the events that unfolded Friday night, only leaving out how weird she had felt in the strangers' company. And then all too soon she was getting ready for a week of meetings and interviews.

Walking into the office, Stevi was greeted by her boss informing her that her 11am was now Stevi’s and ‘oh, look, he’s early.’ She mentally groaned, there was not enough caffeine in the world to make this worth it. Don’t get her wrong, Stevi loved her job, but god did she hate her boss. She was flakey, and whenever anything didn’t appeal to her, she’d simply give it to Stevi with barely any notice. There were far too many nights that she had to stay late because she was given a column to write only hours before it was due.

With a heavy sigh, she walks into the conference room, hoping that this won’t last long. “Good morning, my name is Stevi, I’ll be doing the interview today since Diane couldn’t be here.”

“Rule one.”

She whips her head up towards the man, “What?”

It’s in that moment that she realizes who this is, the man from Friday night. And coincidentally, Tom Holland. She should’ve known the other night who he was, his name and face had been plastered on the bulletin board for weeks, one of their most anticipated interviews this year. Tom was not only a pretty face, but the youngest CEO to be running an international company in decades. His father had started Holland and Co. Publishing almost 30 years ago, and only a few months ago he handed it over to Tom.

“I said, rule one darling. You’ve broken it.” She’d forgotten how lovely that voice was, remembering how captivating it was to have him whispering in her ear.

“I heard what you said, Mr. Holland.”

“Call me Tom, you’ve more than earned that privilege.”

“This is my place of work, not some stupid nightclub, I keep things professional here.”

Neither of them take their eyes off the other, a silent war taking place between the two of them.

“Well, if you’re such a professional, stop looking at me like you’re wanting to fuck me.”

A small gasp leaves Stevi. She stands up to leave, gathering her things, and looks at him with venom in her eyes, “Mr. Holland, I’m afraid that this interview is over, if you would please talk to the receptionist she will reschedule you in with someone other than me.”

A small look of shock crosses Tom’s face before he too stands, reaching out to grab Stevi’s arm, “Wait, I'm sorry. Sit down, I’ll be civil.”

Reluctantly, she does. Placing her notebooks in front of her and pulling out the recorder. Before she begins she gives Tom a warning look, “One word, one single word out of line, and this is over.” To which he nods and sits back, hands folded in his lap, looking like a true business man.

***

The rest of the interview goes by smoothly, only a couple of suggestive looks being thrown her way before he bites his tongue. Stevi’s never been more relieved to finish something in her life, the tension between the two becoming almost unbearable as the interview went on. “Okay, I think that’s all we need for the article, a draft will be sent to your assistant to go over before we publish it in next week's business column.”

Stevi stands quickly, ready to put everything behind her and spend the rest of her day hiding in her office. Before she can leave, a hand is wrapped around her arm once again, and body right behind her. “Let me take you to dinner, darling. A reward for being good.”

The voice in her ear sends a shiver down her spine, and for a second she debates it, “Tom, I can’t. I don’t mix business with pleasure, this is already a conflict of interest.”

“More of those damn rules. Live a little, let your guard down for once.” He looks at her with pleading eyes, something that makes him look more like his true age. That feeling sneaks its way back into again, and for a moment, while she stares into his eyes, nothing else exists. Just the two of them and a world of possibilities.

“If I say yes, this stays between us. The people we are here, and the people we are then are not the same. My job may not seem dangerous to you, but it could be very bad for me if someone gets the wrong idea.”

Tom nods, he knows all too well what she means. “Tonight at 7, meet me at The Garden on 22nd, I’ll make the reservation.”

She agrees, lets him put his number in her phone, and gives Tom one last smile before heading down the hall to her office.

She jumps when she sees someone sitting at her desk, “James, what are you doing here?”

“What, can’t check in on my favourite captain?”

“Not without a secret agenda, and last I checked, I have nothing to report to you, I’m off duty.” Stevi walks towards him, pushing his legs off of her desk.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re never off duty. Not when you’re talking to men like that.” James points out the door, to where Tom can be seen talking to the receptionist.

“That is none of your business, James.”

“I want details, everything you can find out about him, on my desk by Friday, you know what’ll happen if it’s not. Have a good day Stevi.” And with that, James walks out of the room, leaving a chill hanging in the air.

Stevi suddenly can’t breathe, the four walls surrounding her feeling like a cage. She quickly grabs her things and walks to Dianes’ office, telling her there’s a family emergency and she’ll work on the article at home. Within minutes she’s scrambling to get into her car, dialing Poppys’ number, needing someone to calm her down.

She spends the rest of the day on Poppys’ couch trying to recover from her near mental breakdown. This life was never something she wanted, she’d been dragged into it by her ex. After he failed to complete a simple task, he was killed in their apartment, and she was responsible for finishing it out. But it’s never that simple, one task turned into two, and then four, and now she was too far in to be able to leave.

All too soon, it was 6:30 and she was leaving for her date with Tom. She’d left Poppys an hour ago, promising her that there was nothing to worry about, it had just been a bad day. She drove in silence, not wanting to focus on anything but the road. She got to the restaurant right on time, quickly being seated in one of the private rooms. She’d been here once before with her parents when she first moved to the city. They’d taken her out to celebrate and they’d spent the night drinking fancy wine and eating more food than they could’ve ever imagined.

Lost in her memories, she didn’t realise how much time had passed since she’d arrived. Checking her phone she saw that it was now quarter past, and no sign of Tom. She tries texting him, thinking maybe he’d gotten off of work late. By 7:30 she starts to panic, she’s 2 glasses of wine in and still no sign of him. To no avail, she calls him, worry turning into anger when it goes straight to voicemail.

It’s almost 8 when the waiter informs her that Tom has called, he won’t be making it, but to order whatever she likes and he’ll pay for it.

And so she sits there, wine glass in hand, wishing she’d never even met Tom.

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[professorsnape394]

The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Five: The Calm before the Storm

A/N: This is the fifth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 2128

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

Severus Snape spent the next two weeks drowning in fire whiskey. When he returned to his quarters after spending an evening with Miss Dumbledore, he could not get her out of his mind. He hated himself for it, but she had admittedly charmed him with her striking beauty and captivating personally.

Having somewhat sobered up from the evening drinks, Severus took it upon himself to crack open another bottle of Firewhiskey, downing glass by glass until he no longer remembered how he felt about the woman.

The days that followed simply became harder to forget about her, as she would often come calling to his office; private quarters and classroom in search for the brooding Professor. Each time she came knocking Snape shied away from her, keeping his doors locked, and poured yet another measure of the burning liquid down his throat in the hope that she would disappear from his memory all together.

This was not him. He thought to himself. His whole life he had resisted the temptation of women like her. This was not to say he had never felt the touch of another, he had in his youth had his fair share of women upon leaving Hogwarts. But never had he caught feelings like those that were threatening to surface, except for one other woman. The thought of his first love forced yet another glass of whiskey down his throat.

As of now his feelings for Miss Dumbledore were purely physical but he did not want to risk them developing into something much more complex. Vowing never to fall for Aria as he had for Lily Evans, Severus built his walls higher than before, making himself impenetrable to the charms of Miss Dumbledore.

Staring at the bottom of yet another empty glass the Professor knew the only way he could resist his urges and keep the woman away, was to use his feelings for her to fuel his (now) hatred. Every kind word she spoke to him was ammunition for mockery. Every question she asked him was an excuse to belittle her. Soon enough she would take the hint and keep her distance. At the very least it would surely provoke her frustration and spark disagreements between the two. No relationship with the woman would of course be better than a bad relationship, but if he had to settle, he would gladly take the latter.

Reaching the end of yet another bottle Severus dumped the vessel into nearby bin, finally retiring for the night.

Countless bottles of Firewhiskey and Nettle Wine later, the castle gradually begun to fill with numerous Professors and various other members of staff. The school year would resume in two days time and Severus needed to get his act together in order to once again face his new apprentice.

*

The night before the students were set to arrive via the Hogwarts Express, Headmaster Dumbledore sent out a formal reminder to the staff regarding the start of year feast. Aria was well aware the feast was a tradition here at Hogwarts where a ceremony was held and the new first year students were sorted into their respective houses. She was not, however, aware that the night before the official grand feast the professors sat down to a banquet of their own. It was stated in her letter than all staff were required to attend. Aria assumed this was included more or less for the benefit of Severus, whom she knew would try at all costs to avoid attending, possibly even more so now then any year before, though she wasn't entirely sure why the sallow-skinned Professor had been avoiding her these past weeks.

Admittedly, she missed the man, though they had only really spent a few days together, she was getting used his company and her loneliness only made the days longer. She had tried to talk to him, ask him why he had been avoiding her. However, after receiving no response when she sought him out, and due to their conversation at the Three Broomsticks detailing the man's introverted personality, she decided not to pester him further.  Instead, she chose to busy herself preparing alone for the school year. Until the past few days that is, when the castle begun to fill with Professors and she thought she may as well get to know some of them.

Almost instantly Professor McGonagall took Aria under her wing and set about introducing the girl to her fellow colleagues. The two witches got along so fast, Miss Dumbledore almost wished to become her apprentice instead. Sadly, Aria was not particularly skilled in the art of Transfiguration. After a few days of brief meetings with almost all of the staff, Minerva invited Aria to afternoon tea in her office. Getting on like a house on fire, Aria felt all the nerves that had been building up within her over the last month slowly melt away. Minerva happily chatted away with the young woman, feeling she too had found a great friend.

Sooner than Aria may have liked the subject eventually turned to the subject of her mentor, Severus Snape. Minerva couldn't wait to her Miss Dumbledore's thoughts on the man. Although she also considered Severus a close friend, she knew he would not be happy with the situation and was dying to hear of his reaction. It of course came as a great shock to her when Aria Dumbledore began to spill the details of her brief encounters with the Professor.

"He was harsh at first." Aria begun. "I knew he wasn't happy with the arrangement at all, he clearly resented me for coming here and invading his space. He seemed like a very foul man."

Minvera smiled knowingly at the young woman, never had she heard a description so accurate, though she secretly knew he was not all bad. Not that he would ever show it. She thought to herself, of course she was moments away from being proven wrong.

"Don't worry about it too much, my dear. He'll eventually get used to your position here and then he wont be so cruel... simply unpleasant." She chuckled to herself. "He's not truly as hateful as you might think. He does have a heart somewhere in there."

"Oh I know." Aria exclaimed. "It took a few days but we found a rhythm of working that suited us both. Eventually we were getting along quite pleasantly. That was, until the night we had a meal at the Three Broomsticks. Then I have no idea what happened, I haven't seen him since." Miss Dumbledore pondered.

"You and Severus had a meal at the Three Broomsticks." Minerva gawped, her eyes almost falling out of her head in disbelief.

"Yes, he didn't seem too keen on the idea initially, but he seemed to reason with himself and finally came around."

"Aria, my dear, dear girl." Professor McGonagall shook her head, trying to get a grasp of what the young witch was telling her. "You do realise Professor Snape, does not socialise with anyone." Minerva tried to state her point, hoping the woman would catch her drift.

"Yes, he did mention that. I guess he's coming out of his shell." She shrugged.

"No, no, no." Minerva shook her head once again, bringing a palm to her face. "You do not understand. I have known this man since he first came to Hogwarts at the age of twelve. He had rarely shown interest in any other human being his whole life, and he certainly does not go out for meals with his coworkers for a simple chat. Especially not one of your beauty."

"What are you saying?" Aria looked confused, not liking what the older woman was insinuating.

"I'm not saying anything, my dear." McGonagall placed a hand over Aria's, reassuringly. "Except... I consider Severus a close friend, and although he doesn't show it, I believe he feels the same. And never, I mean never, has he agreed to socialise with me just for the fun of it. The man never leaves his chambers, my dear."

What Minvera said stuck with Aria for the rest of the day.  She was even more confused than ever now. Why had Severus been avoiding her for so long, if he clearly liked her more than the rest of his colleagues. Why had he spent the time listening to her, talking to her and walking her back to her quarters, to only cut all contact the next day. She knew he was a mysterious man from the moment they met, but this was just plain confusing.

This thought circled in her mind even as she made her way to the Great Hall for the first meal of the semester. Although she knew Severus was required to be there, she presumed he would keep his distance, and with the overwhelming amount of staff and topics to get caught up on she did not expect they would have any conversation at all.

When she arrived the table was already more than half full, but still Severus was no where to be seen.

"My dear, sweet, Granddaughter." Dumbledore beamed. "Come and join us." He beckoned her over, gesturing to the empty space next to his at the top of the table. Thankfully she had been positioned next to Minerva, though she feared for who would take the seat opposite, knowing that almost everyone except one was present.  Embarrassed by her Grandfather's introduction she hurriedly sat down, and began talking with Minerva, hoping no one was staring at her too much.

Dumbledore wasted no time in waiting for the final seat to be filled, and it seemed the rest of the staff had forgotten that Severus even existed. That was until, half an hour into the meal, when the doors to the Great Hall, swung open violently, causing a loud and startling bang to echo through the gigantic room. Instantly the ramble of excited chatter stopped, everyone staring at the culprit. Almost immediately upon noticing the bat-like Professor enter the room, cloak billowing behind him, the chatter commenced once more. The Potions master's reputation was more than proven to Miss Dumbledore, as it appeared even the staff did not want to face his wrath. His presence was known and he was feared. This was more than enough to intimidate Aria into keeping her mouth shut for the rest of the meal.

"I'm glad you could finally join us, Severus. Please, sit." Dumbledore spoke softly, grinning at his friend.

Snape did not return the gesture, his features perturbed into an aggravated scowl.

"It is a wonder I even made it here at all, Headmaster." Severus sneered. "I suppose everyone else received a letter, detailing the time of the feast. However, sadly." He spat. "My owl must have fainted on the job, for I did not receive such a thing. Is it your intention, to excluded me, Professor Dumbledore."

The chatter had quietened now, everyone curiously listening in to the dispute. A dispute, which Dumbledore appeared to find rather amusing, evident by the growing grin appearing on his face. Taking a slow sip of wine, Albus let the Professor stand waiting on his answer.

"That is not my intention, at all, Professor Snape. But I assumed due to the ever expanding collection of empty FireWhiskey bottles in your rubbish bin, that you would be, shall we say, preoccupied, at this time." Albus shot him a disapproving look and a small frown before, turning his attention elsewhere.

"How dare you." Snape raged, ready to continue the argument Professor Dumbledore deemed complete.

"Take a seat, Severus, before you miss any more of the meal." Albus continued, like he had not just outed Severus' small drinking problem to the whole of the staff. This however, was the incentive Severus needed to sober up and act professionally once more. He knew this was a warning from his employer and if he continued his antics his job would be on the line. His replacement was already lined up. He thought, reluctantly taking his seat across from said woman.

As everyone had, Aria couldn't help but listen to the conversation unfold. Terrified of catching Severus' eye, she focused on the three rogue peas that danced around her fork. She thought about the Professor sitting alone all those nights he had ignored her, downing glass after glass of whiskey. Knowing him, he didn't seem the type to have a problem like that. He was clearly a very disciplined man with rock solid self-control. So what on earth could have forced him to act in such a self-destructive manner?

At least now she had an answer as to what he had been up to while avoiding her all this time but the main question still remained. Why?

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Hi, Chels! Congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! You deserve every follower and more! That is a threat, I'm holding everyone hostage 🔪

I would love to get a MHA matchup, I wanna see who you'd match me with! Got me so curious! SFW & NSFW if you'd be willing!

My name is Chloe but I prefer May, nicknames include May-May, Maybell or Chlo.

I'm 25, pronouns are she/he, Cancer Moon, Aries Sun and Virgo Rising. Quite the weird mash of zodiacs, huh?

My favorite colors are pink (that soft pastel kinda baby pink), red (especially blood/garnet red) and...can I add pink again? Any shade of pink this time. Bubblegum or hot pink.

Favorite AU's include A/B/O, Mafia, Historical, Fantasy and does Mythical Creatures count?

Oh...oh boy, I gotta look deep for some fun facts that aren't just...facts but I'll do my best!

1) My sneezes are so short and high pitched I go "chu".

2) I have vitiligo, makes me look like a dog because it's mostly around my mouth and my right eye so I have a spot!

3) I have atrocious balance, my knees and shins are always banged up because I cannot for the life of me walk correctly.

4) I have a stutter, on top of speaking so quickly it turns into a jumbled mess. So good luck understanding what I said because I have no idea either.

5) I have a growing unicorn plush collection. My favorite is Cupcake, one that's actually taller than I am. Big chunk.

My likes are pretty simple. Cute & soft sweaters, blankets, warm coffee and strawberry milk, pastries and the cold! Winter is my favorite season. History, particularly the Medieval and Victorian times.

My interests revolve around creativity and you could say they're my hobbies as well. Drawing in particular, I used to do digital but I'm stuck with traditional pencil and paper at the moment. I'm dipping my toes into painting and its very fun! Obviously writing and reading and if I'm not doing of those listed then I'm definitely playing video games.

Personality I might say I'm quite split down the middle. At first, to a complete stranger I might come across as cold, stoic, with a resting bitch face, that just wants to get whatever I'm outside for done so I can leave. I'd create a witty or sarcastic comeback if I was given sass by a Karen but with my speech issues? I'd be lucky to get one coherent word out at her...and spend the rest of the day fantasizing what could've happened. So I'm rather quiet, agoraphobia hits hard in large or crowded places so I'm an anxiety riddled mess on the verge of a panic attack. In private or with people that I'm comfortable with? Complete opposite. Happy, bubbly, cracking puns and jokes so get those groan worthy reactions. I try to be the "mom friend" and get over my issues if someone is having it worse, I'll march up to a counter and ask for ketchup if someone wanted it but was too scared to do it themselves. The shoulder to lean and cry on, I'm highly empathetic and understanding, compassionate at times. But I have to actively try and keep myself positive and say good things about myself because I do fall into the pit of self-loathing and hate.

For appearance I'd say I'm average height, pale with white splotches that are inching larger due to my vitiligo, chubby, ashy blonde, blue eyes, button nose. I'd say I'm decently cute? I don't know if I can rate myself.

Okay I know I said I'd be looking into Zodiac compatibility for this but— I literally just screamed internally "KIRISHIMA" when I was reading this. You two would be perfect omg. This Libra king would do anything for you. For this you're an artist and the daughter of a mafia boss :) I like to think of ship names sometimes so like, yours would either be like Eijmay or Mayjirou or Kiriloe— that last one and first are awful I know so lets go with the second? I can't write a proper stutter for the life of me so I tried to keep your dialogue to the minimum.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AU: Mafia

⠀Theme Song: You're The One That I Want - Alex & Sierra

How you meet (his point of view):

⠀⠀The gallery was full of black and white suits, tight, floor length dresses with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses meeting his ears. It was a joyous evening, celebrating the wonderful art work created by the boss's daughter. He had never met her before but he had heard whispers, all good as no one would dare slander the name of their leader's precious little girl. You were the boss's pride and joy, thus he kept you as far away from the darker side of the family business as possible.

⠀⠀Kirishima was still a new hire, a bodyguard of sorts and would consider this his first gig. He had an idea of who he was looking for as he walked further into the mass of people admiring your work but didn't expect what he would eventually come across. You were as far away from the crowd as you possibly could be, guzzling glasses of wine and over all appearing to be a deer in headlights. He couldn't fugure out for the life of him why you seemed so frightened until he watched people approach you to talk, noticing the stutter in your voice when you replied to questions and greetings,your body language telling people to stear clear of you.

⠀⠀So, he did what he was hired to do. "Kindly step away from the lady." He said with a smile, approaching with his large arms crossing over his broad chest as he towered over the guests. They looked at him as if he were a giant shark looking to devour them before scurrying away, leaving the two of you alone. He stood quietly, listening to the voices on the other side of his ear piece as his ruby eyes scanned the area around you. He made sure to not stand so close and avoided in letting his gaze wander.

⠀⠀He couldn't help but admire your skin in quick glances, finding the spot over your eye to be quite adorable. Your silky, ask blonde hair was all dolled up for the event, light make up on your face but not enough to cover the vitiligo. You were stunning and his heart hammered against his chest. So the rumors were true.

⠀⠀You thanked him, voice quiet and careful as you set down your wine glass and clasped your hands together. Out of the corner of his eye he watched you twiddle your thumbs. You didn't want to be here, did you? This obviously wasn't your idea, how could it be? A girl like you, timid as a mouse, didn't want to be surrounded by strangers. "Miss..." He began, thinking carefully because the last thing he wanted to do was piss off the boss and likely get himself killed. But this was his job wasn't it? Making sure you were happy and safe? "Would you like to leave here for a bit? We'll come back of course, but you look like you need some air."

Extra.

He ended up taking you to a drive thru restaurant and got you whatever you wanted, letting you talk about whatever you wanted or sat quietly if you chose not to talk at all If it was quiet in the suv then that was fine too, he just wanted to help you in any way he could. Eventually the silence becomes small talk and then leads to a rather deep conversation about whatever the hell was going on inside that beautiful brain of yours. Kirishima wasn't the smartest man but he wasn't stupid, he wasn't as clueless as most thought he was. You told him how your father made you do this as an attempt to get you out there, to socialize and possibly find a suitor. This was the mafia after all.

The Confession:

⠀⠀It was a tradition now, every Sunday you and Eijirou would go to your favorite café to have coffee and enjoy the early day weather before it got too hot. You sit at the same table, in the same chairs with him facing the door. You get the same drinks and food and just overall enjoy each others company. After that night at the gallery you two became fast friends, which your father obviously had to approve of but thankfully he did. Kirishima was a good man, he's trustworthy and puts you before himself.

⠀⠀The day he approached your father and asked to speak in private was the day he knew he was likely to get thrown in the deepest, darkest depths of the ocean. He has confessed his feelings for you to your old man, who listened intently with a blank face behind his desk. "Sir, I'm in love with your daughter, and with your blessing I'd like to... court her." He was utterly terrified when your father cleared his throat and sighed, shifting where he sat so he could stand and move around the desk. He reached out for a handshake which Kirishima looked up at him with a questioning look.

⠀⠀Your father gave his blessing and now... He just had to tell you, his best friend, that he loved you. God he loved you so much— "Kiri," you interrupted his thoughts, bringing him crashing back to reality," a-are you alright? You seem nervous." He swallowed hard in response but cleared his throat, taking a sip of his cappuccino.

⠀⠀"Oh yeah— definitely." He breathed with a laugh, moving a hand to the back of his neck to scratch. How was he going to say it? "So, uh—" he licked his lips, adjusting himself in his seat multiple times until he groaned and leaned forward. "Fuck, I'm just gonna say it— Maybell, I love you. I have for a long time now and I talked to your father and he said—"

⠀⠀"Said what, Eijirou?" Your eyes widened at his confession and he felt like a complete idiot. Should he had said something to you first? Was this a mistake? What if you didn't feel the same way? God his mind was going to explode—

⠀⠀"That I could... court you. With your permission." You were quick to nod and smile to his surprise, which prompted a grin if his own.

Extra.

Kirishima HAS to be facing the door in any public place you go to. I don't make the rules.

He never let's you walk close to the road, he has to be between you and it at all times when you're walking.

He oders your food and drinks for you when you can't but is there for moral support when you do. He wants you comfortable and happy. He wouldn't ever dare get in your way though, you're a lot stronger and braver than most may think you are.

The Relationship:

⠀⠀On days like this, Kirishima can't help but admire you. He catches himself staring wuite often but he just can't help it. What did he do to deserve such a beautiful partner? He looks at you and all he can think about is how much he loves you and wants to see you smile. He watched you from the kitchen island, leaning against it as you waltz around the kitchen in your pinky fuzzy slippers and one of his shirts that's much, much too big on you. He remembers your surprise when you found his clothing was actually too big on you and how happy you were.

⠀⠀"Maybell?" He hums, adjusting his stance and crossing his arms on the counter. He listened for you to him back in response, a smile on his lips. "You look so cute in my clothes.

⠀⠀You giggled, shaking your head and continued putting the dishes away until Eijirou appeared behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and his forehead coming down on your shoulder. "Need somethin' baby?" You turned your head just slightly, a brow cocked inquisitively. He squeezed you in response, swiftly lifting you and making you squeal. Thankfully you didn't have anything in your hands at the moment. He peppered kisses all over the side of your face, setting you down only to lift you again bridal style.

⠀⠀"I've got all I need right here in my arms." He chuckled and you playfully smacked his chest, letting him carry you to your shared bedroom.

Extra.

TICKLE FIGHTS.

He thinks your sneezes are the cutest thing in the world.

He loves your god awful puns, they crack him up every time.

Adores the fact you're a nurturer, especially with your friends. He thinks you'd make a great mother but if that's something you don't want he respects that.

You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you? Eijirou is always there to be your shoulder to lean and cry on, he's your sound board and is always happy to let you talk about your feelings with him. You're allowed to not be happy and bubbly all the time, he realizes how staying positive all the time can actually do more damage than goof, especially if you bottle everything up.

If on a particular day you're struggling with your speech he's happy to be your voice as well. He understands you better than anyone, even your own father.

Speaking of your father, he can't wait to make Eijirou his son-in-law! He's a good man with a good heart and treats you right, what's not to like?

He has trouble saying no to you and spoils you quite a bit.

The Fights:

...

Extra.

There's nothing, what you say goes and all he can say is "yes dear". He knows better than to argue with you, however when he's right and he knows he is, he finds a way to prove it without making you mad.

The Sex:

⠀⠀"Fuck baby—" he hissed, hands finding your hips and guiding you as you rub yourself on his cock. Your hands are on his thighs and your head is tossed back, giving him the perfect view of your tits. God he loves them, he loves the plush skin of your stomach and your thighs, your ass too, he loved seeing all of you. He was so happy that you allow him this privilege of seeing you, granted you've been dating a while now but still. Your sounds are music to his ears and all he wants is to make more, make you feel so good you're calling his name and making a mess.

He wanted— no, needed, to feel you, to feel inside your warm and wet cunt, to feel it squeeze him and milk him dry. He was quick to flip the two of you over, careful to not hurt you as he did. You gasped and giggled, reaching up to hold his face as he smiled, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. He loved your taste, he could go on and on about all the things he loved about you all day if he could. "You want it baby?" You nodded excitedly, lip caught between your teeth. He smirked and reached between the two of you, thick fingers tracing a line between your lips and slipping inside your soaked pussy.

"D-Daddy—" you whine, a slight pout on your lips as your face morphs into one of pleasure. He chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out a few times before removing them and grabbing his cock. He coated it more in your slick, guiding it between tge lips of your cunt before slowly pushing inside, groaning at how tight you are. You squeal of course, gasping for breath because Kirishima is an impressive size, you still struggled to take him sometimes but like a good girl you always managed.

"That's my good girl." He cooed, moving so his forearms were on either side of your head. He gave a couple test thrusts, waiting for you to adjust u til you nodded for him to continue.

Extra.

Terrified of activating his quirk while he's fucking you, but he keeps himself under control.

He loves his hair pulled and he loves to be bitten, he especially likes it when you scratch his back when he hits that good spot.

Eats you out for his pleasure mostly, but for yours as well. He loves when you grind on his face and moan his name when you do it. Speaking of, please sit on his face, he loves that shit. He knows how to be careful of his teeth!

If you have pets they CANNOT be in the same roon when you're doing the do, it's just weird.

He'd happily bend you over in the kitchen and do you right there. Hell, he'll fuck you anywhere you deem suitable.

He likes to do a mixture if praise and degradation with you, and edging and overstimulation is a big go-to. He just loves seeing you squirm under him, hr loves hearing you beg and say you need him.

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