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norrisleclercf1 · 5 days
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I’m sorry but a pity blowjob is actually hilarious like I can imagine Lando asking for one after every race he doesn’t make pole or the podium. Boy could win fastest lap and make p4 and in his driver room be like ‘plz baby I need a blowie to feel less like a failure’
A/N: Should be studying but it's the final stages of my period and I get a little.....yeah
"Will you blow me?" Your head snaps up looking at your best friend whose was splashed out on the couch and for a second you did picture yourself between his legs.
"Lando? Why are you suddenly asking?" You weren't saying no, honestly you wouldn't say no to him. Lando was hot in the way that he was a total nerd but still hot. You couldn't quiet explain, just something about him had you picturing that damn cartier necklace dangling over you, curls between your legs, and his thick cock in your mouth.
Lando hums and rubs the back of his head, race suit dangling from his waist and you felt your mouth water. "I don't know, maybe a pity blowjob. When I don't do good you could blow me." He shrugs and you think it over. Lando from what you have heard, was good in bed, so why wouldn't you take him up on the offer.
"Okay," You toss your phone to the side and you see the surprise but then the dark look that crosses over his face. "Now?" He asks, and you giggle seeing the way his suit got a tiny bit tighter. "Well yeah, unless you don't want to?" But Lando shakes his head no and reaches out for you, pulling you in by the back of your thighs you admire the way his fireproof hugs his chest and arms.
Neither of you say anything as you slowly sink to your knees, both of you never breaking eye contact. Lando's breathing gets faster as you reach your hands down, hooking in the waistband. He lifts his hips up and watches as you pull them down. Revealing the slopes of his thighs you lean in, placing small kisses and running your nails up and down making him shiver.
You move your fingers up and rub your thumbs into his waist which has him groan. You know after a long race his hips are the sorest, you've seen Jon rub out his hips more than once to know what to do. Lando closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling but you move one hand and grab the half hard on and squeeze which has his knee bouncing from the sudden sensation.
Smiling and finally stop and pull down the special fireproof briefs they were and lick your lips when Lando's cock stands up. "Damn," You mummer, running your eyes over him appreciatively. "Like what you see?" You slap his thigh which has him giggling. Lando wasn't crazy big, maybe 5 to 6 inches, but the girth on him was impressive, you could practically feel the weight of him on your tongue.
He had veins sticking out, slowly you take your tongue and trace them which has Lando letting out a low groan. "Fuck, babe." Lando's finger trace your face before digging into your hair. You smile and move up to his tip and sucking it in. Lando arches his back pushing a little bit more of him into your mouth.
You breath through your nose you take him deeper into your mouth and start to bop your head. Lando let's out little grunts and moans letting you go at your own pace. You were taking it slow, but you also knew that building him up was hot. Looking up you go deeper which has Lando's eyes flying open his breathing picking up.
"M...fuck, y/n. Going to," You move and suck harder which has his thighs shaking as your mouth is filled with Lando, you didn't even care, it was a little salty but you take it and swallow as Lando shakes and comes down from his high. You pull off and give soft feather kisses to his now deflating cock and see Lando blessed out.
"Yeah, we're defiantly doing that again." You giggle and lean up giving him a soft peck. "Next time, I repay the favor." He gasps head still spinning. And fuck you could've come right then and there picturing him between your legs.
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pedge-page · 24 days
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What about Joel having to spend a night away for work last minute and reader sulking about it when he gets home and blanking him? 🤣 Cue grovelling from Joel lol
Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Late From Work
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Notes: I must be too yeehaw American because I had to look up what "blanking" someone meant 😂. Anyway, I had so much fun writing this! Decided to make him late rather than spending a whole night away because lets be real, she'd be serving divorce papers for that.
Warnings: brief oral (f receiving) scene; jealous!Reader, Stubborn reader is BACK
18+ ONLY:
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He knows he fucked up too. Big time. 
When he said he’d be home at the latest by 7:00pm and it’s now 7:02 and he’s just getting in the truck leaving the site. And when his call goes to voicemail for the 3rd time, and then the fourth time tells him that the number is no longer valid (he’s been blocked), he knows he’s in Big-Fucking-Trouble.
Doesn’t want to call Tommy up for help to coax partially because he wants to fix this own his own, and partially to save Tommy from your wrath you most certainly will take out on him rather than your absent husband.
He grabbed a bouquet of flowers at the grocery store (he’s already in the doghouse so what’s another 5 minutes added to his sentence) and is currently speeding home, a solid 15mph over the limit. Tonight isn’t even anything special: you had both just come back from a lovely weekend trip on the coast and were just settling back in to your house. But when Joel doesn’t deliver on his word, isn’t home for pizza and Pepsi, and sitting behind you while rubbings your back and belly for a quiet movie night…
Well, he’s never been late since the start of your pregnancy. Doesn’t want to think what hellfire you’re going to spit at him the moment he walks in that door.
So here he is about to walk in that door. He takes a big breath, not feeling this anxious since the he proposed to you, and steps in.
He immediately makes contact with you: standing at the end of the hall, illuminated by the kitchen light with your extra extra large T shirt stretched over your belly and dangling loosely around your thighs, hands by your side, barefoot, despite how often he nags at you to wear socks around the house so your feet don’t get cold. He’s thankful to see you hadn’t packed a suitcase, trying to leave the house with a “my husband doesn’t love me” stunt again. 
You clearly had just been walking past when you heard the door, not even fully turning to him but just having your head directed to the entrance the second he walked in. You briefly note the flowers in his hands before your eyes quickly go back to his. He feints an apologetic smile, heart beating so hard. You’re soooo quiet. The calm before the storm.
He gulps hard. 
Instead, you turn forward once more and continue walking towards the living room without a word.
You have a hand on your back as you gently collapse onto the couch. 
“Baby,” he says meekly, voice all tiny yet determined.
You pull your legs up over a pillow and fold open your book.
He comes to kneel beside you, immediately kissing your shoulder.
You do nothing. 
“Baby,” he says more clearly. “I’m sorry, honey. I couldn’t beat the time.”
You flip a page, tilting your head to read the fascinating text on the page rather than listen to your poor husband on his knees for you.
His fights with the sleeve of your shirt. Would you at least look at him? He’s holding the flowers still in his hand, big puppy dog eyes trying their best to plea with you, and with his irresistible pouty lips that get him just about anything he wanted from you. But you only lend him a sigh, flipping yet another page.
So it’s gonna be like that.
"Please, angel. I was tryin' so hard to leave on time like I said. They got the concrete all mixed up and it needed to be set today, was tryin' to get out of there, just couldn't get it moving fast enough, I'm sorry baby I really sped over here fast I can to see ya, couldn't wait a second longer—"
“Oh!” You gasp suddenly.
He’s started, but nonetheless quick to be by you.
You check the clock on the wall and laugh. Time had gotten away from you too. You slam your book and hoist yourself up, on the other end of the couch to avoid his anxious hands fluttering to your aid. You brush past him and start your climb up the stairs.
Joel is right behind you, a bit of hope stirring in him. Its not until you’re walking through your bedroom door—and slamming it right in his face that he gets the message loud and clear.
Perhaps he earned a night on the couch to pray your forgiveness. After finding a suitable vase for the roses, he puffs up his pillow, his back killing him (though he’d never say it aloud while you’re waddling around with a whole 'nother being in your belly for the last few months) and crashes down on the sofa.
He just makes out the light go off under the door in the bedroom before he too is closing his eyes.
Tomorrow brings a new day, and he’s gonna spend every second satisfying his wife. He’s deserves his stay on the couch tonight.
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He did NOT deserve this bullshit.
It’s been 3 fucking days since he came home late.
3 days of waking up early, trying to kiss his beautiful wife and baby momma with sweet affirmations and praises, which you dodge and continue about your stubborn ignoring-test. He spent all morning cooking every single food you’d craved since your pregnancy started—waffles, French toast, cinnamon pancakes, toast with special mixed fruit jam you can only get at a grocery store an hour away, scrambled, over easy, poached, hard boiled eggs. All arranged so beautifully on the table, even going as far to put the napkins on the left, after you screeched at him a few months ago for haphazardly having them on either the right or left, and never with the fork consistently on top.
He thought he’d learned his lesson, thought he made more than enough up to you, but no. You breeze right by, making a cup of tea, and go back upstairs to your closed door.
Your sadistic mind had given him false hope when you hadn’t locked the door on him on night number two. He slept in his bed, but you had made a clear parry by slotting between the two of you the infernal pregnancy pillow that Joel had kept in storage since you “Much preferred your husband’s plushy belly and soothing rubs.” 
Fat chance tonight.
Every minute he wasn’t telling you how beautiful you are, how amazing you are, how lucky he is, he spends groveling with please forgive me, I’m so sorry, I’m such a worm.
None of it sways you any differently. 
By day 4, he’s given up the sweet talk and grand gestures. Goes for a “think like her” kind of mental approach. 
He tries to bribe you—either making you a Pepsi float, or even bringing home the famous Hot Fudge Cookie Dough Chocolate Gooey Fantasy Milkshake with EXTRA Rainbow sprinkles. But even as he temptingly waves in front of your little wiggly nose, you don’t acknowledge him.
He makes a big show to sigh heavily in defeat, leaving it on the kitchen table alone and trotting helplessly upstairs for a shower.
Less than 7 minutes later he’s come back down to see if you’d given in yet, maybe even telling him what a fantastic husband he is while shoveling your face with ice cream and admitting you were being dramatic. 
Instead, you’re still sitting on the couch, exactly as he left you. Of course, the milkshake cup is completely empty, sucked clean of its gooeyness, and there’s a little splotch of chocolate sauce lingering on your chin you had failed to wipe clean. 
A start, he thinks.
Still though, you don’t pay him any mind, scrolling on your phone with tight lips.  
He wonders how long you could go on with this game.  
It’s honestly a fucking terrible miracle—not even since before you were pregnant had you gone this long shutting the fuck up. But now its horrifyingly eerie, like a curse has fallen upon him and he’s doing everything he can to break it, to bring back your nagging and bitching and whining and crying because it would be so much more relaxing than this new kind of psychotic hell you’ve subjected him to.
He starts getting a little more involved: playing with your body, touching you softly with gentle strokes along your thighs and belly. You hadn’t flinched away, or tried moving to another spot on the couch. 
Which confirmed one thing to him: your horniness and lack of physical attention from your husband due to your stubborn mind was losing your mental battle to hold out against him.
So Joel doesn’t say anything either as he moves his lips over your breasts, down your swollen belly and kissing his babygirl in your bump. He mumbles, “Mommy is awfully mad at Daddy, think I can cheer her up?” 
The baby kicks as if in agreement. His gaze glances up briefly to see if you’re listening.
Your eyes catch and yours quickly dart away, leaning back and pretending to yawn. He snickers before continuing his hot trail of open mouthed kisses until your legs “shift” and “accidentally” part on their own.
He makes sweet, insatiable yet slow love to your pussy, licking a fat strip from your little clenched hole to that hot delicious center that is beyond wet for him—yet another example of how much your body clearly can’t ignore him forever.
But, ever as he brings you to a long needed orgasm, you bite your tongue, absolutely refusing to give him even the slightest sound of satisfaction despite clenching tightly around his thick digits pumping into you. Only letting out a strangled breath through your nose while you stare up to the ceiling, fingers folded across your tummy as if bored. 
He wipes away the slick from his mustache. Hell, even he can admit you deserve an applaud for making it through that without uttering a peep to his skills.
Hurts like hell on the inside though that you’re just that mad still.
He had hoped that being forced to drive with him due to your size preventing you from sitting behind the wheel would corner you into talking him, but even then, as he opens the passenger door for you, you climb aboard and slam the door shut without his assistance.
Now the two of you are on your way to yours and Maria’s weekend brunch. Tommy was also coming to drop his girlfriend off, so it would be a good time to catch him up on this unqiuely-pregnant-you madness.
You snatch your purse and hop out of the car, mood going a full 180 and instantly greeting Maria with a warm hug and perky voice. The two of you sit down at a little table way aways from your idiot husband and brother in law.
Tommy nods him over to the bar and Joel grumbles over.
“She ignoring you?” His little brother asks while shelling peanuts.
“Is it that obvious?” Joel shakes his head. He can’t even leave off with Tommy because he knows you won’t answer his texts asking what time you’re done for pickup. So he’s stuck here to wait for you the entire time.
“You try going down on—“
“Yes! Yes I fucking tried.”
“She didn’t like it?”
“Oh no, she came hard. Wouldn’t even whimper for me when she was clenching her little cunt around my fingers—” he says with an aggressive whisper, his pointer and middle fingers shooting up in the air with wild eyes demonstrating the scene, “—and her little numb twitchin’ on my tongue. Didn’t even fucking moan. She’s a stubborn girl but I don’t deserve that.”
Tommy shakes his head with a chuckle. “Damn. That’s just determination right there. Gotta give it to her.”
Tommy excuses himself with a slap to the shoulder, muttering “gotta take a leak” and disappears to the bathroom.
Joel wouldn’t mind having a drink right now, but know’s he’s gotta stay sober to drive you home. A miserable, silent filled drive once again. He glanced at his watch, following each tick of the hand.
“Hi there.”
Joel almost didn’t address the voice of the woman who had gentle snuck up behind him, moving to take Tommy’s seat. She’s probably a little younger than you, a nice kind smile, inviting and warm towards a stranger. 
Joel politely smiles back with a little nod. 
She offers a sweet “thanks”, a blush creeping on her cheeks before she begins to speak: “Listen, I don’t mean to prude… but I saw you come in and ...I’m usually not so brash—but I was wondering…”
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Meanwhile, your baby is beat boxing extra hard today in your stomach. You can’t even focus on eating your salad and keeping up with Maria’s chatter about Tommy’s nose hairs all over the vanity. 
Your baby is smart. She knows something is up. You narrow your eyes and look around, finding Joel and company at the bar— 
Except the company he is keeping is NOT Tommy but instead, a gorgeous woman tossing her hair and flashing her pearly white teeth off at your husband, who’s giving her his full attention. She’s giggling with him, taking animatedly with her hands, lingering heavy eye contact and touching his watch as if looking for an excuse to get closer.
You forget about the massive planet sized lump in your belly as you instantly stand up, nearly tipping the table and all its dishes and cutlery over. 
Maria is calling your name but you don’t have the mind to answer, striding over like a bull towards the bar.
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“Hiiiiiiii!”
Joel and the woman both jump at the harsh shrill of an annoying, high pitched, slightly perturbed but faking a smile, voice screeching behind them—the most beautiful voice Joel’s ever heard…and had missed so dearly this week.  
The woman looks over to you, seemingly startled that you had interrupted the conversation so brazenly.
“Oh, um, hi,” she offers, blinking off your pregnant belly and abrupt appearance.
“This is Joel,” you boast, pointing the shlump of a man in front of her.
“Ah-Hello—“ she smiles again to him.
You add quickly. “He’s my husband.”
“Oh.”
“And I’m his wife.”
“Ah—I—“
“Annnnnnnnd this is our baby!” You boast, proudly rubbing over that enormous swell of your tumtum so she can see in case it wasn’t the biggest fucking thing in this room. “And… you are?” You ask sweetly.
“Um…” she takes one last glance at Joel, his apologetic shrug saying everything then at you, your hard gaze burning holes into her head. “…leaving,” she says towards you.
“Great answer. I like you :) Bye Bye now!” You wave enthusiastically with a chipper voice and a deadly smile. She nods fretfully and pops off the stool, walking away like a threatened animal.
He just chuckles, shaking his head and looking down at his hands with a grin. “Ya know, she just came over to ask where I got my watch.”
“And did you tell her your WIFE bought it?” You ask, poking your finger at his chest.
He has to hide his crooked smile. It’s the first time you’ve directly spoken to him since Monday. “Yeah, I did. She asked where ya got it, because she was looking for one just like it—for her husband.”
Your finger fidgets slightly, expression drawing a blank at the revelation turning over in your mind.
“……………………………………………....................................oh.”
He rotates his stool to face you. You’re steeping in your thoughts, the confidence faltering just slightly in your mind at the realization of how grossly you had interpreted the situation between that innocent woman and your hubby. He didn’t even care, though. All he could think about was how his heart feels 10x lighter seeing you back in your usual, bold, daring, audacious self. All of your attention on him once again.
“I’ll admit, still felt good havin’ ya come to my rescue.”
You scoff, near offended by his words. “Well duh, you’re mine.”
“That right? Even these last few days?”
Yet another bomb goes off in your head at the second realization—that you had forfeited your punishment to ignore him to the ends of the earth.
 You cross your arms defensively anyway. “Well... I…decided.”
“Mmm?”
“That…I needed a back rub. But you clearly you can’t pick up on that on your own so—now I have to verbally tell you.”
“Ah huh. Sure it wasn’t cuz you were jealous? Couldn’t stand me being interested in another woman since my own made it clear she didn’t want me no more? Because my wife decided she couldn’t be patient and wait the extra 13 minutes I was running late before punishin’ me all goddamn week?”
Oh wait—was he really only late by 13 minutes? You could have sworn it was an hour plus!
“That wasn’t 13 minutes! Do you know how to tell time? It was over an hour—“
“Did you set your clock back like I told you to the night before when we got back from the coast, into our own time zone?”
😳
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Also this is how I see reader getting ate out but trying to be nonchalaunt about it:
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conveniently also my favorite shot of Pedro during a photoshoot
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whore-era · 1 year
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affinity - part 1
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ellie williams x fem!reader
themes: angst, pining, best friends, unrequited love
summary: after being in love with your best friend for years, one drunken night changes everything.
a/n: this was torture to write. apologies in advanced.
word count: 3,689
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“god, i’d give up my left leg to eat right now. i’m starving.” you groan out, the rumbling in your stomach erupting on cue. 
ellie lets out a laugh, “you finished your sandwich already?” she packs her backpack with perishable canned foods, flinging it over her shoulder. 
“hey, i didn’t have breakfast before i left this morning,” you defend, your eyes scanning the empty shelves of the abandoned food mart. not much, as usual. “the sandwich was tempting me.”
your best friend shakes her head, “what do i always tell you? ya gotta eat, you stubborn girl. we’re out here— running and fighting for our lives—6 to 8 hours everyday.” 
“sorry, mother, won’t do it again,” you stick your tongue out to her, earning a glare from the green-eyed girl.
“c’mon, let’s get outta here and call it a day.” she says opening the front door, waiting for you. you nod and tuck the gun in the waistband of your jeans, walking towards the entrance. your untied shoelaces cause you to trip over your own feet, and you prepare yourself to face-pan on the floor, looking like a complete fool. but the moment never comes, as you feel strong arms catch you mid-fall. 
you look up, making eye contact with those jade-green orbs you fell in love with all those years ago. she looks back at you, searching your face for any sign of injury. clearing your throat, you get back on your feet, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
“sorry. you know me, such a clutz,” you sputter out nervously, laughing to ease the tension as you both walk toward the two horses. “nah, no worries. but i do think you purposely leave your shoes untied just so i can catch you.” 
“you wish, williams.” you retort, a false sense of confidence in your tone. hoisting yourself up on your horse, sunshine, you tug on the leads to begin the journey back to town. 
ellie appears next to you, shimmer strolling alongside sunshine, looking breathtaking in the setting sun of wyoming. your heart flutters, and for a brief second, you think you’re having a heart attack. you would think after being best friends with ellie williams for five years that you would get used to seeing her face everyday, but that wasn’t the case for you at all.
it began slow, when you noticed the way your heart would pick up when she smiled at you or when you found yourself thinking of dumb puns just so you could hear her laugh. but you knew it was over for you when you found it hard to breathe after she accidentally kissed you after having one too many beers that she sacked from joel when you were both 15. it led you right to this moment, with a 5-year long crush and unrequited feelings for your oblivious best friend. 
i mean, who could blame you? ellie williams was to die for. she was strong, brave, outgoing, charming, witty, protective, intelligent, and — well, it’d take you forever to list off everything amazing about her. there was about a handful of girls in town that feel the same way you do about ellie, and you were just lucky to bear witness to the numerous flings that ellie had with them, sarcasm included. fortunately for you, they never usually ended up in anything serious, as ellie was never really interested in being anything more than ‘special friends’, if you could catch her drift.
as for you, you never really attempted to look for anything with anyone else. anyone who showed any interest in you, which was not many people, faced rejection. it was sad enough to admit, but you were okay just being ellie’s best friend, even if it meant seeing her with other girls.
“i’m serious,” ellie chuckles, “you’re always eating shit and falling over, dude.” she shakes her head, “how did maria even approve you for patrol?” 
“hey! i’ll have you know that she’s very impressed with my artillery skills,” you retort, earning an eye roll from your best friend.
“whatever, man, whatever helps you sleep at night,” she laughs, “speaking of maria, heard she’s having that party tonight?” 
you hum in agreeance, admiring the setting sun glowing lavender and magenta on the white snow. “you gonna go?”
“hmm, maybe. dina and i were thinking about making an appearance— to gossip and drink, that typ’a stuff,” you respond, looking over at the auburn-haired girl. ellie was silent for a moment, seeming deep in thought. 
“i think i’m gonna go with cat.” 
your heart fell to your stomach. cat was ellie’s latest fling. they’ve been talking and messing around for almost a month, and by now, ellie would’ve quit whatever situation she had going on with her, but she didn’t. 
“oh. really?”
“yeah. i like being around her, she’s cool and funny and gorgeous and she listens to cool music and— and i think you’d really like her, you both would get along.” ellie dotes, eyes all sparkly. yeah, i’d highly doubt we’d get along, but i’d certainly try for you though, els. you blink back tears, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve, pretending to brush dirt off your face. 
this was the only thing you despised about being her best friend. she confided in you for everything, especially about the girls she was with. your heart cracked a bit everytime, which always ended up with you laying in bed at four in the morning, crying because of the girl you loved, but couldn’t have. 
you stayed silent, too silent. your brain worked quickly to think of something to say before ellie suspected anything out of the ordinary. 
“i bet.” you murmured, relieved by the sight of the gates appearing in the far distance. you wanted nothing more than to run back home and scream into your pillow. god, this whole one-sided crush thing was pathetic. 
“i just— she’s different, you know? we talk for hours and hours and it’s never weird or anything, dude.” ellie rambles, and for once in your life, you wanted her to shut up, but you couldn’t bear to say that to her. “i think i’m gonna ask her to be my girlfriend — tonight, at the party.” 
air caught up in your trachea, absolutely stunned by her statement. 
“what happened to her ‘just being a fling?’” you cleared your throat, trying to hide the tears building up. you wanted nothing more than for a hole to open up in the ground so it can swallow you up in a black darkness — along with sunshine, so you had a companion. 
“man, fuck that,” she scoffs, “cat is just..something else.”
you feel tears about to spill from your eyes, “well, congratulations, els. i am so happy for you.” 
the worst thing about this whole thing was you were truly happy for her — well you tried your hardest to be. being a good friend meant supporting and being happy for the people you love, no matter what your feelings were. 
you knew you were about to burst into tears, so you made a break for it, clicking your tongue and signaling sunshine to sprint towards the gates. you could hear ellie yelling behind you, but you didn’t care, you just wanted to be alone. 
the guards opened the gates, allowing you in as sunshine began to slow down to a steady gallop, ellie following shortly behind. with a swiftness, you got off of sunshine and handed her lead to one of the stable boys, muttering a quick ‘thank you’ before quickly stalking off towards your home. your thoughts of wanting to be buried under the thick covers to cry for hours were interrupted as a firm hand grabbed your arm. 
“hey!” ellie snapped, looking annoyed as you turned around, “what the fuck was that? you ditched me back there.” 
you chewed on your bottom lip, trying to conjure up a dumb excuse. “sorry, i- uh- really needed to use the bathroom,” your hand rubbed your stomach, “don’t think the sandwich is sitting well.” 
ellie narrows her eyes, and for a second you think she doesn’t believe you, but that disappears once her nose scrunches up and she laughs, “ewww,” she cringes, “go on then.”
you give a weak smile and turn around to continue your trek. maybe you could’ve handled that better. you did leave her alone, even if it was for second, but ellie would’ve never done that to you. letting out a groan, you rub your forehead, “ugh, i’m so stupid.” you whisper to yourself.
feeling guilty, you stop and turn to apologize to ellie for running off, but your heart breaks into two at what you see — ellie pressing cat up against the stables, her lips busy against hers, and you wished you never turned around at all.
“dinaaaaaaaaaaa, i need another one pleaseee,” you drag out your words, slamming the glass against the table. the brunette sighed, taking your glass away from you. 
“i don’t think you should be having another one.” dina suggests, and while the sober version of you would’ve agreed, the intoxicated version of you protested. 
“no! i need it, deens,” you whine out, “please. m’going through heartbreak right now.” you pout, and point to your boob, totally missing the place where your heart should be. dina rolls her eyes, eventually giving in and pouring you your fourth glass of whiskey.
your eyes light up, taking the glass and lifting it up, “cheeeeeers!!” you hurrah, before downing the glass in one gulp and slamming it down again. 
dina sighs, glancing at jesse, who was almost..startled? he was mostly shocked at how many glasses of whiskey you were able to run through your system in a span of an hour and a half.
two hours before you arrived to maria’s party, after getting ready, you made a plan. a terrible, horrible plan, but it was a plan that you thought would be best — for everybody. 
after spending most of the afternoon after patrol feeling sorry for yourself and crying for three hours, you wiped your tears and decided enough was enough, you had to get over these stupid feelings you had for ellie. you didn’t want to sabotage her new relationship with cat, so you thought it’d be a good idea to distance yourself from her instead. 
it was unbearable for you to be around her already, without having the temptation to kiss her everytime you looked at her. 
but seeing her with a girlfriend? you’d rather throw yourselves to a horde of runners for them to snack on like a delicious jumbo pack of beef jerky. 
after creating your little plan, you dressed in your best and did your hair, and decided to add a little cherry on top of your plan by forgetting any and all feelings about ellie williams by getting absolutely shit-faced with hard liquor — your new bff.
two hours later, here you were, begging dina for a fifth glass. “pleeeeeeaaasseee, i’ll- i’ll- i’ll do your laundry for a month!” you bargained. 
“as tempting as that sounds, no! you’re gonna puke your guts out in the morning— you’ll be thanking me for not giving you another drink,” she says, twisting the cap on the glass bottle, earning a pout from you.
“dina, i’ll do anything! i just- i just- wanna forget all about ellie,” you sigh, looking across the bar at cat, who’s sitting alone, possibly waiting for ellie to arrive. tears prick the corner of your eyes, and you look away, putting your face in your hands, “this hurts so bad.”
not even liquor can make you forget about ellie williams and how her name was permanently etched onto your heart for infinity. 
dina scootches her chair next to you, pulling you into a side hug, and you weep into her shirt. she glances at jesse, and all they could feel for you was sympathy, knowing well how strongly you felt about ellie. it was clear to everyone, but ellie, how much you loved her. everyone advised you to tell just ‘tell her how you felt’ and you never listened to them, always saying it’d make your friendship too complicated. 
but a part of you right now felt like you should’ve listened, feeling dejected by the thought of missing the only opportunity you had to be with her. 
“i’m gonna go see if i can get maria to make her something to eat,” dina says standing up to step away towards the bar, “make sure she doesn’t have any more drinks.” 
jesse’s eyes widen as he realizes he’s now left to babysit you. 
dina leans on the barside tables, “maria!”
the older lady turns around as she pours a drink and sets it on the table for one of the customers to take, “hey, dina,” she greets, throwing a towel over her shoulder, “what can i get ‘ya?” 
“just a water and a little something to eat,” dina orders. 
“sure thing. we could whip up a quick sandwich or we also have peanuts or chips in the back, take your pick.” 
the brunette thinks for a second, “uhh, just give me whatever’s convenient. it’s not for me anyways, it’s for her,” dina nods towards you, her eyes widening as she sees you chugging the brown liquor from the glass bottle, with jesse attempting to pry the bottle from your hands. maria laughs and shakes her head. 
“what’s her deal tonight?” 
“uh, heartbreak,” dina mutters, rubbing the back of her neck, “ellie told her she was gonna ask cat to be her girlfriend tonight when they were out during patrol.” 
the older woman sighs, looking down and grabbing the towel from her shoulder to wipe the sticky table. “they both have to fess up already, or else they’re both gonna lose each other.” 
dina’s brows furrow, “what do you mean?” 
“yeah, sure, everyone knows she loves ellie. anyone can see it,” maria pauses, “but if you focus hard enough on those two, you can see that ellie is just as head over heels for her, if not more. hell, i don’t even think she’s realized it herself.” maria bends down and opens a small fridge, taking out a wrapped sandwich. 
“you think so?” 
“i know so.” maria puts a cup of ice water on the table alongside the wrapped sandwich, before taking the next customers order. 
with the glass of water and sandwich in hand, dina returns back to the table, greeted by the sight of you and jesse fighting over the liquor bottle. 
“i will put my fist up your butt if you don’t give me that back!” you shout as jesse’s grip doesn’t budge from the shiny bottle. 
“you’ve had enough, you little monster!” jesse yells as he gives another hard yank to the bottle, breaking it from your grip. dina lets out a laugh, before she sits down next to you, pulling you down with her so you can take a seat, but you trip over and nearly miss the chair entirely. 
“whoops,” you giggle, completely plastered. 
steadying yourself and sitting on the hardwood chair, dina holds the glass of water up towards your lips, “drink up.”
you take a sip of water, and cower at the bland taste, “heeeyy, this isn’t whiskeeee,” you whine. 
“you need it, so you don’t wake up all sick and stuff,” dina says, attempting to persuade you to drink more water and sway you away from any ideas of sipping on alcohol again. 
“no, i don- i don’t need that,” you garble, “what i do need is- is- is ellie.”
at the mention of ellie’s name again, you break out into tears. this was the night that jesse and dina realized you were an extremely, emotional drunk. 
“okay, that’s it,” jesse says standing up, “we’re taking you home.” 
you gasp, “no! i promise no more drinks!” you attempt to hold onto the table, but to no avail, jesse easily gets you on your feet and holds you steady on your left side.
“c’mon, dina, take her other side.” dina goes to your right and puts her arm around your waist, making sure you have no chances of slipping out of her grip. 
“pleeeeaaassseee, don’ let them take me away!!” you shout to the bystanders as jesse and dina drag you away from the event and towards the doors of the bar, gaining some stares and laughs from the other partygoers. 
as the cold, winter night air hits you in the face, the three of you are greeted by the person you wanted so badly to forget about tonight. 
“uh, hey, guys,” the green-eyed girl greets, “leaving already?” 
jesse and dina look at each other nervously, with you still in their hold. “yup, someone partied too hard.” jesse says, laughing a little bit too awkwardly. 
ellie takes you in, glancing at your inebriated state; eyes all hazy and glossed over, letting out little giggles here and there, and can barely stand on their own two feet. 
“so, if you don’t mind, we’ll be taking her home,” dina clears her throat, “jesse get her keys.” jesse quickly lets go of you, sending you stumbling over to the side, bringing dina along with you. 
ellie rushes over to your side and snakes her arm around your waist, holding you close to her body. butterflies erupted in your stomach once again. even in your extremely drunken condition, your body knew how to respond when ellie was around. 
jesse pats your pockets, and doesn’t feel anything, “nothing, she doesn’t have her keys.” 
“hehe, i think i forgot them. dunno where they are,” you giggle, feeling all warm and drowsy all of a sudden, and your head leans over to the side, coincidentally on ellie’s shoulder. 
“shit. how the fuck do we get her home and in bed then?” dina sighs out. 
“i’ll take her back to mine and let her sleep over.” ellie decides without a second thought, taking your arm and putting it over her shoulder. 
dina’s hesitant, “you sure? you just got here.” 
“of course. don’t want her getting hurt or ending up god knows where,” ellie lets out a laugh, “just do me a favor and tell cat i’ll make it up to her tomorrow.” 
the pair both nod and head back in the bar, whereas you were too busy looking at ellie’s face and how all her features looked perfect in the soft glow of the lights shining through the windows from the bar. 
“you have greeeen eyes,” you comment, your eyes in total awe as ellie guides you back to her shed. 
“yup, i do,” ellie laughs, amused by your drunk comments. 
“my best friend has greeeen eyes,” you slurred out, “you kin’a look like her.” 
“yeah?” 
“mmmhhhmmm, her- her name is ellie and she’s the best,” you smile at the thought of ellie, completely unbeknownst that she was the one holding onto you, “i-i love her.”
“i’m sure ellie loves you too,” ellie assures. you shake your head. 
“nuh uh, she doesn’t,” you counter, “ellie loves me. i love love ellie.” 
the girl laughs, “what? love love? what does that mean?” 
“i’m in looooove with ellie, dumb dumb.” 
ellie stops in her tracks, causing you to retract and fall back, sending her on top of you. ellie was astounded, barely registering the fact that you’re both on the snow. 
“what?” maybe ellie heard incorrectly. you were drunk and babbling nonsense, but she still had to make sure. 
“i,” you point to yourself, “am in love with ellie williams.” you manage to let out clearly, wincing from the melted snow seeping into your clothes. ellie gets up on her feet and pulls you up, brushing the snow off your clothes and hair. 
“you’re just- you’re just drunk.” ellie tries to find some explanation to all of this, and that was the most rational one she could think of. she secures her arm onto you again, continuing the short walk to her place. 
“nope, nope, nope,” you shake your head, “i have been in loveee with ellie for— one, two, three, four, five— five years!” you count your fingers. “but, she doesn’t love me back.” 
you begin to cry again, nestling your face into her chest. still unaware you were with ellie, the very person you were crying over, “she told me she was gonna- she was gonna-” you pause to wipe your tears, “she was gonna ask cat to be her girlfriend.”
ellie’s heart tore at the sight of one of the most important people in her life crying, and it was all because of her. she didn’t know what to think, she wanted to believe that you were saying all this stuff because you were drunk, but a part of her doesn’t believe it — a drunk man’s words is a sober man’s thoughts. 
rumaging in her pockets, she took her key out as you both neared her shed. her arm still secured around your waist, ellie unlocked her door and hauled you over her bed, pulling the blankets back, and sitting you down on the sheets.
ellie’s mind was running a mile a minute, thinking about your confession minutes prior, but she was still intent on taking care of you. she bent down to untie your shoes and tie your hair out of your face, ensuring you’d be more comfortable sleeping this way.
pouring some extra water she had in a cup, she brings it towards your lips, “open.” you obey her command and part your lips, taking small sips of water, your eyes having difficulty staying open as you began to feel sleepy. 
ellie placed the cup on the nightstand and she gently laid you back in her bed, pulling a blanket over you. before she knew it, you were out like a light, gentle snores coming from your mouth. 
ellie let out a heavy sigh and sat down on her couch, unable to shake the events that took place tonight — any ides of making cat her girlfriend fading further and further away from her mind.
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I just wanna start with saying I think you’re an incredible writer. I found your work recently and can’t stop reading. The way you craft y/n and your storyline, ✨ CHEF’S KISS ✨ absolutely MAGNIFICENT. so that’s first lol before anything else.
I did have a request, if it’s up to your liking!!!! I was thinking of:
(After war)
All throughout their years at Hogwarts (as kind of a golden “quartet”) there was always that would they wouldn’t they vibe between Harry and y/n. They cared a little too much about each other, looked a little too long, got a little too cranky and involved when they dated others. They had quite the falling out after Harry and Ginny got more serious and y/n admitted her feelings and Harry said too late. Fast fwd, Harry and Ginny have since broken up and it’s Ron and Hermione’s wedding. Maybe somehow they get stuck together at the venue or cottage that was rented, somehow stuck before the wedding for hours, stuff goes down, whatever you think, feelings, sexy time, Harry shows her what she’s missed and they finally give in. So much angst, and dirtiness, and yeah 🤷🏽‍♀️ that’s all I got 😂
thank you so much for your request! this was so much fun to write! i hope you enjoy <3
pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader (18+)
summary: you and harry were each other's childhood crushes, but things never quite worked out between you two. years later ron & hermione devise a plan to get you to make up just before their wedding.
c/w: alcohol, angst, smut!!!! (penetrative sex)
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you had been incredibly overjoyed to open the letter left at your door and see it was an invitation to ron and hermione's wedding. the moving portrait of them holding each other and laughing on the front of the invite made you smile, their faces slightly wrinkled from time. it had been nearly 5 years since you'd last seen them. of course you always meant to keep in contact with everyone after leaving, but it didn't quite work out that way. you had spoken to ron a few times here and there and kept in pretty regular contact with hermione over the years, but you knew it was never going to be the same. not just because of time, but hurt feelings as well.
see, it wasn't just you, ron, and hermione back in school. in fact, people mostly only knew of your group because of one person in particular: harry potter.
harry and ron had been sitting in their train car on the way to hogwarts when you and hermione stopped to introduce yourselves. you felt a special connection to harry right away, experiencing butterflies in your stomach for the first time when you shook his hand and told him your name. of course you'd heard of harry potter before, no young witch or wizard at the time hadn't. but you didn't let that cloud your friendship with him, a friendship that continued to grow for years.
you and harry hit it off well. everyone in the friend group got along great, but there was always something different about you and harry. unlike ron and hermione who gradually grew into their romance over the years, you and harry had romantic tension right away. even just that first day on the train, neither of you could stop blushing or stealing sneaky glances at one another the entire ride to hogwarts.
throughout your first and second years, the four of you grew incredibly close as you found yourselves on wild and often dangerous adventures together. by your third year, things became a little more complicated as crushes, dating, and relationships became the topic of interest within the walls of hogwarts. who was dating who, who liked who, or who could put a love spell on who the quickest.
it was no secret that you and harry liked each other. at least to everyone else. you always laughed a bit harder at harry's jokes, harry's eyes always seemed to linger on you a bit longer than normal, and, after a while, you were both clearly envious of any attention given to someone else even in the littlest way.
it all started with a boy from your transfigurations class who set his sights on you towards the end of year three. you weren't interested, of course, your sights had always been set on harry, but that didn't stop the boy from doing everything he could to try and insert himself between you two.
harry caught on right away, and was completely annoyed at the situation. he'd roll his eyes any time the kid was around, made snappy remarks when he tried to speak to him, and often outright ignored him completely. you'd noticed a change in harry's attitude, but didn't have long to process what it meant before he began talking to a girl from his defense against the dark arts class.
harry began bringing her around more and more, which, in turn, made you fume. you'd always assumed you had an unspoken understanding with harry that you both liked each other, but apparently you had been proven wrong. you played off your jealousy well for a while, but it wasn't easy to hide how upsetting the entire ordeal was for you.
this cycle would continue with harry into your fourth year once he started to grow closer to cho chang. as a sort of retaliation, you began dating your first official boyfriend not long after you learned harry was taking cho to the yule ball. harry didn't react well to this at all, nearly turning the kid into a hairless rat before ron could calm him down. 
though your friendship with harry would remain civil throughout this time, it was clear you were both only "dating" people as a way to get each other's attention. between the vengeful flings were constant flirtatious moments, playful teasing, and lingering touches that left no mystery to everyone around you.
however, things were different once ginny got involved. at first you assumed it was just another way for harry to make you jealous, a close hit to home that would only last as long as the others did before inevitably fizzling out. however, the longer it went on, the more worried you became. no 'girlfriend' of harry's had lasted more than a few weeks, let alone entire months that went by without any sign of slowing down.
it had gone past the point of being able to bring a guy around to grab harry's attention, in fact he only seemed increasingly unbothered each time. you finally came to ron and hermione nearly in tears as you confessed your feelings towards harry to them, to no surprise on their part, and begged for guidance on how to navigate the situation without disrespecting ron or his sister in the process.
ron sighed, meeting eyes with hermione before leveling with you. "look, [y/n]," he had said. "i love ginny more than anything in the world, and i would never do anything to ruin her happiness. but," he sighed again. "i've known how you felt for a long time now, and i would be an idiot to keep you from being honest with harry."
hermione had given you a hug, holding you tightly as she told you, "you deserve to be happy."
you found yourself having a moment alone with harry later that same week where you could finally get your feelings off your chest. you'd pulled him to the side and nervously attempted to explain yourself to him as he gave you an amused look.
"look, harry, i'm just going to come out with it and tell you something i should've told you a long time ago," you'd said, your voice shaking. you had to look away from his eyes in order to get the words out. "i-i like you, okay? i like you, a lot, and i know you're dating ginny now a-and that's great and all, but…" you'd gotten choked up as a flood of emotions washed over you.
"please, harry, just…please, i can't watch this any more, it's killing me," you spit out, turning away from him and crossing your arms as you bury your face in your shoulder. "i love you." you'd said quietly.
harry no longer looked amused as he crossed his arms as well, his expression tightening. "what exactly do you want me to do, [y/n]?" he'd asked curtly, his voice cold. you looked at him, confused, studying his body language as your eyebrows furrowed together. "i…" you stuttered.
"what, you think now because you're ready for me i should just break up with ginny?" he asked, seeming slightly annoyed. you gave him a look before uncrossing your arms. "no, i don't think that, actually." you told him coldly.
"then what the hell do you want from me, [y/n]? i spent 5 bloody years pining after you while you treated me like a brother. now that i'm finally finding happiness in someone who actually wants me you want to tell me this? well, you're too late," harry ranted at you, his hands frustratedly raised as his expression got angrier.
you were speechless, your mouth slightly hung open at his confession of attraction while he stepped around you. before he could leave, you turned to harry one last time with tears in your eyes. "you blithering idiot, i've liked you since the moment we met that day on the train!" you exclaimed at him, your voice full of pain. harry looked at you, his eyes widening as you came closer to him, your finger digging into his chest.
"it's because of your ignorance that this is happening. all i wanted was to be honest with you." you spat before taking your hand away, the tears falling down your cheeks. "but i hope you're happy, harry, i really do." you told him between gasps before turning and leaving him behind you.
it had been years since that fight, and you hadn't spoken with harry since. while you always tried to remain close with hermione and ron, your last few years at hogwarts were mostly spent alone, much like how they'd been since. you were conflicted, holding that invite in your hands, reading the details over and over again to yourself as you weighed your options. it was undoubted you would see harry again, your first time in person since leaving hogwarts, and you weren't sure if you could handle the confrontation.
but after a few days of thinking, you decided your friendship with ron and hermione had always meant more to you than your silly crush on harry did.
while making your reservation over the phone, the voice on the other line informed you that ron and hermione had specially reserved a cottage for you near the venue the day before the wedding in case you accepted the invite. you were floored at the news, nearly speechless as you thanked the operator for telling you with the call abruptly ending at the promise of a ride service the day of your stay.
and, without fail, there was a car waiting for you outside of your house the evening before the wedding ready to take you to your cottage.
what you hadn't planned on was the overwhelming snowfall that started halfway through your trip and only got worse the closer you got to your destination. by the time you were pulling your luggage out of the trunk, the snow was nearly up to your knees.
despite your worries about the weather, you were thrilled with the beautiful cabin ron and hermione had reserved for you. it had a warm fireplace, a fully stocked fridge, plenty of blankets, and a projector set up to play movies. you were just getting settled in when you heard the distinct sound of a car door outside. you froze, your heart thumping in your chest as you heard muffled voices and footsteps up to the unlocked door.
before you could move, the door opens to reveal a snow covered harry.
you were in shock watching him come through the door without so much as noticing you only a few feet away. it wasn't until he closed the door and took off his beanie that he finally locked eyes with you, jumping at your sudden presence.
"[y/n]?" he exclaimed. "what…what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice full of shock.
you blinked at him, trying to figure out how, of all people, harry potter had to be the one to show up at your door at this moment. "i could ask you the same," you deadpanned.
harry cracks a small smile, shaking off his coat and hanging it up beside the front door. "haven't changed a bit, have you?" he asks with a smirk.
"don't joke with me, potter. what the hell are you doing here? ron and hermione reserved this cabin for me only," you narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms as you took a few steps in his direction.
harry scoffed, shaking the remaining thick snowflakes out of his hair. it was longer than you'd seen him keep it before, and began to curl at the ends around his face. "well, they must've given you the wrong address, then. because this is my cabin." he told you simply.
you scoffed in return. "don't be ridiculous, they had a driver bring me here and everything. if anyone's in the wrong here it's you."
harry paused, turning his head to you slowly. "they got you a driver too?" he asked curiously. you gave him a confused look. "yes?" you said suspiciously.
harry sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor. "damn it," he cursed under his breath. "what?" you demanded to know, taking another step towards him as your eyes continued to study his face.
harry turned to the dining table as well as you, your eyes falling on a welcome basket you hadn't noticed before. as harry walks towards it, you see him grab for an envelope addressed to 'harry & [y/n]' in hermione's familiar script.
harry opens it, sighing as he reads the letter aloud. "dear harry and [y/n], enjoy your snowed-in stay together at the cottage until sunday, the actual date of our reception. can't wait to see you there, love you both, ron and hermione. p.s., don't be too mad at us!"
you're dumbfounded watching harry place the note back into the basket, his head falling forward. after a moment he shrugs, pulling the basket closer to him and opening one of the prepackaged candies.
"you can't be serious. i'm not doing this, i'm not staying with you in this cottage all weekend," you say with disgust as you walk towards a phone table near the couch. harry turns, stuffing his face with the candy and chuckling to himself watching you attempt to dial a number. "good luck getting a cab in this weather," you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
you turn to the window and your mouth falls open at the sheer amount of snow that's fallen since you've arrived at the cottage. the bottoms of the windows are just barely covered with more piling on top quickly.
you frustratedly groan and slam the phone down, wracking your brain for a new solution to your predicament. you had to find a way out of here, there was no possible way you could handle another moment around harry like this, let alone an entire weekend.
just as you're about to start pacing, harry chimes in again. "look, it won't be so bad, alright?" he tries to console you, unwrapping yet another treat from the basket.
you narrow your eyes at harry again, feeling your blood boil at how much this situation isn't affecting him. granted, you weren't aware seeing him would have this much of an affect on you, but you were still hurt by everything that happened between you in the past. how else were you supposed to feel being confronted with your first love nearly 5 years after having your heart broken by him?
"easy for you to say, i'm sure this is nothing but a laugh for you." you snap at him once more, walking back towards the bedroom door. harry scoffs yet again. "what, you think i find this fun?" he laughs.
you turn to him, studying his expression with him doing the same to you. "you think i asked ron and hermione to put me in the same cabin as my ex-best-friend?" he asks sarcastically.
you wince at the title he's given you, turning your back to him once more as you enter the bedroom not far from him. "don't call me that. and no, i don't think you knew about this. but you were always good at assuming things about me, weren't you?" you asked sarcastically in return, angrily packing your clothes back into your luggage from their place on the bed.
harry takes a step into the room before pausing, his eyes landing on your half-folded clothes being angrily stuffed into the case. he looked up at you, his posture softening as he takes a smaller step towards you. "what are you doing?" he asks quietly.
you roll your eyes at his question. "what's it look like?" you ask him.
harry sighs, putting out a hand to stop you from continuing. "you don't have to leave, alright? if you really don't want me here i'll figure out a way home. i just thought it'd be nice to catch up again, y'know, like old times. i'm sure that's why ron and hermione put us here in the first place." harry reasons with you, your eyes connecting with his. you can smell him he's so close to you, his hand just barely hovering over yours.
your eyes search harry's, your stomach dropping at the familiarity of his gaze on you. you almost feel like a kid again, crushing on your best friend, the most amazing wizard hogwarts had ever seen, the sweetest boy you'd ever met with the prettiest eyes in the world.
you finally blink and look away, putting the clothes you were holding onto the bed again. you knew harry had a point. ron and hermione wouldn't house you together 2 days before the actual wedding just to mess with you. you knew in the past they wanted you to reconcile with harry, even if it was just to keep the peace, but you always refused their offers with tears stinging your eyes. you just weren't ready to open that chapter of your life again; though now, it seemed, you had no other choice.
you took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing mind. "you're probably right," you say quietly, harry's arm dropping back to his side.
you turn to look at him again, taking a step back to put some room between you. "im sorry." you say simply. "you don't have to leave if you don't want to. though you should probably call ginny to let her know what's going on."
harry involuntarily laughs, his eyes crinkling as he tries to cover it with a cough. "uh, sorry?" he asked you incredulously. your brows pinch together in confusion. "uh, ginny? i'm sure you're well married by now, yeah? possibly even a kiddo or two?" you try to say lightheartedly, but your voice falters.
harry lets out a hearty chuckle, shaking his head at you as he heads towards the bedroom door. "right, yeah, think i'm good on that front," harry says between laughs, his hand resting on his chest.
you look after him confused, but decide to let it go as you unpack your clothes yet again. just as you're finishing up you hear the stove turn on, making your stomach growl. you didn't realize how hungry you'd gotten, but it was nearing nightfall and you hadn't even had breakfast today.
you walk into the kitchen to the smell of pancakes and the sight of harry cutting up strawberries. he looks over at you with a smile. "want some? i was starved," he offers. you hesitantly accept his offer, taking a seat at the dining table and grabbing the note from ron and hermione to read it over yourself.
harry noticed this and chuckled, plating up the first few pancakes off the frying pan. "pretty clever trick, if you ask me. i think it was all ron's idea."
you scoff at this, rolling your eyes as you study the letter. "oh please, you think ron would go through the trouble of sending us wrong invites just to get us in the same room together? this has hermione written all over it," you explain, setting the envelope back in the basket.
harry chuckles again, setting the plate of pancakes in front of you covered in syrup and strawberry slices. "you're probably right," he says warmly, heading back to the stove.
you have to admit, harry's pancakes were otherworldly. you had to hold yourself back from complimenting him too much as to not give him an ego. however you finished your plate before harry could even sit next to you with his, which made him smirk as he started digging in himself.
just as you finish washing off your plate, harry comes up beside you with his own. "you know, i figured, since there's only one bed, you should maybe have it for the night." he offers, washing his plate clean.
you turn to him, studying his face as he keeps his eyes on his hands. the offer was completely generous, and not something you expected from harry.
"oh, um, thank you, that's really kind of you. i don't mind sleeping on the couch, you know." you counter.
harry nods his head, turning off the sink and smiling over at you. "i know," he said. "neither do i."
you crack a small smile at him, the first one you've given him so far, and look away as you place the dried plate back in the cupboard. harry does the same and closes it for you.
you help harry get settled into the living room, laying out blankets for him on the couch as he fiddles with the projector and gets an old movie started for himself. you're about to say something to him when you turn and watch harry pull his shirt off and throw it in his suitcase. as he's pulling out his pajamas, you quickly divert your eyes before they can wander further down his torso.
you're still blushing by the time harry turns the lights off, smiling at the projected movie on the wall. "this is nice, you're welcome to sit and watch if you'd like." harry offers, turning to you. you shake your head, giving him a tight smile. "i'm just about to head to bed, actually."
harry nods, his smile slightly falling. "that's alright," he says.
you exchange an awkward goodnight with harry before closing your bedroom door, immediately letting your head fall into your hands in frustration. you were completely overwhelmed with everything going on you couldn't even begin to process what was happening. exhausted and confused, you got dressed for bed and settled into the sheets thinking about how close harry was to you after years of thinking you'd never see him again. the thought made your stomach tighten and your heart race.
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you didn't leave your room until early the next afternoon, wasting time in the shower as you tried to prolong being away from harry and all the feelings that came with him. eventually you became too hungry and bored to sustain yourself much longer and finally entered the living room.
all of harry's blankets were folded back up and put away, with no sign of him sleeping on the couch left. you noticed him in the kitchen again, the smell of garlic and onions overwhelming your senses the closer you got.
harry noticed you and gave you a warm smile, eagerly grabbing for a bowl. "morning, sleepy head." he teases, offering you a bowl of pasta. "or should i say afternoon?"
you roll your eyes at him, but thank him for the food nonetheless. you take your first bite and can't help but moan at the flavor. harry turns to you with red cheeks.
"did ginny teach you how to cook or something?" you asked him, immediately going back for another bite as you lean against the counter beside him. harry just laughs and shakes his head at you again. "did ron and hermione really not tell you about anything after hogwarts?" he asked with an amused voice.
you give him a look, pausing from the food to answer his question. "well, to be fair, anytime we spoke i asked they not mention you at all…" 
harry laughs at this, eating the rest of the pasta right out of the pot. "im flattered," he says sarcastically.
you nudge him with your elbow, holding back a chuckle of your own. "whatever. but tell me, what should i know?"
harry leans back against the counter as well, his eyes falling to the ground. "me and ginny, we broke up not long after the war." he tells you, his voice solemn as crosses his arms.
you set down your bowl, reaching for a napkin to wipe your mouth. "harry, i'm sorry. i had no idea," you apologize, turning to look at him fully. you feel guilty for bringing her up, but truly had no idea they'd ever separated. you assumed this whole time they were living some dream life off together in the countryside while you stayed in your hometown and wished things were different.
harry just shook his head and laughed, his eyes connecting with yours. "don't be. you didn't know. besides, it ended well. a bit awkward at the weasley christmases, but, y'know," he trails off. you giggle, but try to hide it from him. harry just laughs with you, his cheeks red.
"but, um, what about you? if i may ask," harry inquires.
you timidly lean back on the counter next to harry again, crossing your arms like him as well. "well, to be quite honest, i haven't done much since leaving hogwarts. i've got a place of my own if that means anything," you say with a hollow chuckle.
"better than me, i'd say. i'm still at grimmauld." harry reasons with you, returning the same fake laugh.
"oh hardly, at least you've stayed close with ron and hermione. i think this is the most i've spoken to someone outside of my job in years." you tell him, dropping your gaze to your feet at the realization.
harry just hums in response, his gaze on the floor as well.
you sit in a somewhat comfortable silence for a moment before harry starts cleaning up the kitchen around you.
"you know, if you don't mind me saying, i've really missed you over these last few years. i know it's not ideal to meet again this way, but…i'm glad it happened." harry tells you as he puts away the dishes.
you feel your heart flutter at his words, and have to hold back a smile from taking over your face. he looks at you with a shy expression before beginning to wipe down the table.
"well, thank you, harry. i've missed you as well, i suppose." you say with a smirk.
harry just rolls his eyes playfully before returning to the sink to continue doing dishes.
you head to the living room and decide to put on a movie seeing as you're still completely snowed in. you re-light the fireplace as well and close the curtains to settle into the couch for the afternoon.
harry eventually joins you, offering a soft blanket as he takes the other side of the couch. you're not paying much mind to the movie as you mostly think about everything harry's told you far. you're not sure what to think, but knowing ginny is out of the picture now makes you feel all those same feelings from your school days while stealing glances at harry.
after a while harry uses the bathroom, and returns with the bottle of wine from the welcome basket. "might as well, yeah?" he shrugs, offering you the bottle to open. you smile and take it from him, setting the bottle on the table as he grabs a few glasses from the kitchen. you struggle with the cork a bit before harry offers to do it for you, pulling out the cork in one swift motion. you try your best not to notice the prominent veins in his arms but fail to look away before he's pouring your glass for you.
your first glass is finished while silently watching the movie, trying to pay attention to the plot with a racing mind focused on harry only a few feet away from you. as he pours his second glass he fills yours as well, mockingly cheering to you before taking a swig.
"y'know, [y/n], i'm real sorry for the way things ended between us. and i'm not just saying that, i mean, i really am sorry." harry confesses before taking another sip of his wine.
your heart's already racing, finishing your glass just to get the courage to respond to him. "it's okay, harry. really. we were both not very good to each other near the end there." you recall, a blush blooming across your face.
harry smiles, finishing his glass as well and reaching for the bottle. "well, still, i shouldn't have acted that way." he says, taking a swig straight from the bottle before leaning back into the couch.
you smirk and set your glass down as well, reaching for the bottle yourself. harry hands it to you and watches you take a sip before lying back as well.
"i probably should've told you i liked you sooner anyway. don't really know what i was waiting for, i guess," you say before downing another drink. harry shakes his head, motioning for you to hand him the bottle. "probably waiting for me, yeah?" he asks as he grabs the neck of the bottle.
you smile a bit. "maybe," you say softly, leaning against the back of the couch. you feel the effects of the alcohol start to wash over you as your body loosens, the anxiety melting away with every sip.
harry just sighs again before drinking. he wipes his mouth with his hand before fixing his glasses. "well, i should've known. i mean, you weren't actually into that hufflepuff quidditch captain, were you? please tell me that was just a ploy to get my attention?" he asks with a chuckle, handing you the bottle back.
you laugh, taking the wine and drinking more of it. "he was nice," you feigned innocence, feeling the intoxication settle in. harry rolls his eyes and grabs the bottle again. "yeah, right. all he wanted was a shag and you know it." he says, his tone slightly bitter and words beginning to slur.
you smirk at him. "well, at least someone wanted to shag me." you tease harry, reaching for the bottle again before he can even take his turn to drink. harry pulls away and shakes his head, making you scoff. "yeah, okay, [y/n]. whatever you say." he concludes before taking the last sip of the wine.
you whine when he hands you the empty bottle, setting it down on the table in defeat. "what, were you jealous or something?" you asked harry without thinking, feeling your face and chest heating up.
harry takes a moment to respond, clearly at a loss for words. "uh, well, i was just looking out for you, like i always did." he stumbles, leaning into the back of the couch with you.
he doesn't sound convincing, but you just attribute it to the alcohol and move on.
"and what about you? you mean to tell me you actually liked that slytherin chatterbox without a brain to match?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. "or was that just for me?" you ask with a laugh.
harry didn't respond, instead only returning his attention to the movie. "that's what i thought," you say triumphantly, turning to watch the movie as well.
after a moment, harry softly says, "everything was for you."
you turn to look at him, but he remains focused on the movie. "what?" you ask curiously.
harry finally turns to look at you. "everything, it was all for you, [y/n]. not just the girls, all of it. when there was nothing left to fight for, there was always you. even when you were gone." harry says in a somber voice, his eyes exploring yours.
you're not sure what to say, mostly because you're lost in the moment as your blushing cheeks only get worse the longer harry watches you.
"it was always you, [y/n]. why do you think ginny and i didn't last? because she knew." harry asks, leaning closer to you.
you back away slightly, your eyes diverting from harry's. "harry, please. this is just the alcohol talking."
harry shakes his head and gently places his hands on your cheeks, turning you to look at him again. "no, [y/n], it's not. can't you see? you were all i wanted. i was stupid, and i lost you forever. i've wanted to tell you this since the moment i saw you yesterday." he confesses, his fingers lightly tracing the curve of your cheekbone down to your jaw.
"so beautiful, just like i remember," harry says softly, leaning into you once more. this time you don't back away, your stomach full of knots at the feeling of being held in harry's hands so tenderly. his face is only inches from yours before asking, "please, can i kiss you?"
maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the crackling fireplace, or maybe it was the lingering feelings of love and adoration from your childhood crush years past, whatever it may be, something pushed you to kiss that boy before he could even realize what was going on.
sloppy, messy, eager making out from both sides as you desperately grab hold of each other for dear life just feels so right. it's not long before harry has you on your back, his body weighing on top of you as the smell of the wine comes off his breath.
"harry," you manage to say between his lingering kisses. "swear this isn't just the wine? if it is, i don't care, i just want you," you try to ask again breathlessly.
harry's hand tangles in your hair, holding your face to his as you let out an involuntary whine. "this is all i've wanted my whole life." he says simply, his lips softly finding yours once more to leave a passionate, loving kiss. when he pulls away, he looks down at you with lustful eyes. "is this what you want?" he asks.
you shake your head eagerly. "all i've wanted." you repeat after him. harry smiles before connecting his lips with yours once more.
after making out for a while longer with harry on top of you, he eventually lifts you up to carry you to the bedroom. you laugh and try to squirm out of his arms. "i can walk myself, y'know. i'm not that tipsy," you tell him.
harry just hums at you and throws you onto the messy sheets, quickly removing his shirt before returning on top of you. biting your lip, you reach for harry's shoulders and feel his skin raise with goosebumps immediately.
"you're so pretty," harry mumbles to himself before kissing you again. his tongue slips between your lips and you gasp at the sensation. he takes advantage and leans further into the kiss, his hand finding your hair once more to keep you in place.
you whine against his lips at the pain, but don't want him to be any gentler. all you've wanted for so long was to feel like harry wanted you, needed you, and you weren't about to have him hold back from showing you exactly what you've been wanting.
"so, so, so pretty," harry says between kisses along your jaw and neck down to your chest. you go to pull off your shirt as well, but harry stops you by holding your hands down. "and so eager, too," he teases you with a smirk.
your face goes red, squirming under his gaze. you try to wriggle from his grasp but it only tightens. "patience, pretty girl," he tells you.
after nodding in agreement, harry lets go of your hands and slowly raises your shirt until it's just below your chest. he leaves kisses along your stomach, causing your body to shudder in anticipation.
harry lifts your shirt over your boobs and admires you for just a moment before removing your shirt completely. his lips meet yours again with hunger, his hands gently massaging the soft skin of your tits.
you moan into the kiss, arching your back further into harry for more. he smirks at your eagerness again, but continues to kiss you messily.
once he starts pulling and tugging at your nipples, you become a mess in his hands. "harry," you moan between his lips. "please," you say desperately.
"please what, darling? y'know i've waited so long to have you beg for me, i'd like to hear the words come from your mouth." harry tells you, his voice dark.
"please, harry, please touch me," you whine, grinding your hips against his above you. harry groans and pushes your hips back down with his own. "fuck me," harry curses under his breath.
after a bit of a struggle, harry manages to get both his and your pants to the floor. his hands delicately trace the outline of your panties along your hips and thighs. you can feel your stomach erupt in butterflies watching harry admire your body.
"you don't know how much i've thought about you [y/n], i could hardly contain myself last night knowing you were in the next room over," harry explains and hooks his fingers under the material of your panties. you're breathing heavily, red in the face as harry continues.
"if you could see the thoughts i was having you'd think i'm still some horny teenager with a crush," he says with a chuckle.
you cover your face in embarrassment and giggle knowing you felt the same way the night before only a few feet away.
"i mean, can you blame me?" harry asks, slowly pulling down your panties to your knees. "such a pretty girl," he continues, taking the fabric off of your legs. "my pretty girl," he states, twirling your panties around his fingers for a moment before tossing them to the floor as well.
"i-i've thought about you, too," you stutter. harry smiles as he slowly spreads your legs apart, admiring you from his spot between them. "yeah?" he asks, running his fingers along the soft skin of your inner thighs. "why don't you tell me about it, love," harry offers as his fingers slowly get achingly closer to your dripping pussy.
your eyes dart back and forth from his lustful gaze to his veiny hands between your legs. the knots in your stomach only tighten as you become more desperate for his touch.
"i-i…i never stopped thinking about you," you gasp as his fingertips run along your wetness carefully. "well? go on, pretty girl," harry encourages you.
your breath gets caught in your throat for a moment before you can respond. "i…" you're interrupted by a soft moan as harry applies soft pressure to your clit. "i, um, always have dreams about you…being with you…" you manage to get out before another moan slips through your lips.
"last night, a-all i wanted was you next to me," you admit shyly, grinding your hips further into harry's touch. "you were so close, i never thought…" you trail off as harry slowly inserts his fingers inside of you, only barely pushing into you before removing them. you gasp, shuddering at the sensation, hands gripping at the sheets beneath you.
"thought what, hm?" harry asks you with an innocent expression. you narrow your eyes at him but his fingers curl inside you again, a bit further this time, causing your head and eyes to roll back as you adjust to the feeling. "fuck," you curse under your breath.
harry just hums at your response, admiring your body beneath him as you try to catch your breath again. he slowly begins thrusting his fingers in and out of your tight pussy, getting deeper each time, groaning at the feeling of you throbbing around him.
"go ahead, love, finish your thought." he reminds you, his other hand pushing down on your hip to hold you in place as he continues working his fingers deeper into you.
you're a whining mess in his hands, practically melting into the bed as your composure falls apart. the sight of harry's arms working to pleasure you with his eyes focused on your shaking body only pushed you further into your trance.
"mm, fuck, i…i n-never thought, i'd…" you gasp as harry's fingers reach a sensitive spot, making your face twist in pleasure. "i'd get the chance to, mm," you try to continue but your voice gets caught again as harry takes advantage of your sensitivity.
"hm?" he asks simply, picking up the pace of his thrusting fingers.
you whine again, your hand shooting to your mouth to keep the sounds in. harry removes your hand before placing his on your stomach, pushing you further into the mattress.
"tell me," harry demands.
you can feel your orgasm approaching, your legs going numb as harry continues to quicken his pace. "i-i never thought i'd get the chance to be with you," you finally get out, your back arching off the bed.
all at once, harry's fingers pull out of you as he rips his boxers off quickly. you whine as your orgasm fades away, your hips bucking up in search of relief.
harry smirks at your reaction, aligning himself with you between your legs. "it's so cute how desperate you are," he tells you, making you hide your face once more.
he uncovers your face and gives you a soft kiss. "but it's nothing compared to how badly i've wanted you," harry says, pushing the tip of his erection against your aching pussy.
he sits up and guides his cock inside of you slowly, letting you adjust around him gradually. you gasp at the feeling, your head falling back into the bed.
"i've spent years thinking about you, [y/n], dreaming about you, fantasizing about you," harry says between deep moans the further he pushes himself into you. "i never stopped," he admits, leaning down to kiss you once more.
you're breathing heavily and letting your body relax as harry's entire length fills you up. he continues to slowly thrust in and out of you, carefully watching your expression to be sure you weren't in any pain.
"so beautiful," harry tells you between heavy breaths, his hand softly cupping your cheek. you look into his eyes, your face still twisted in pleasure. "so perfect," he sighs before leaning in to kiss you again.
your body relaxes more once harry kisses you, pulling him closer to you. "harry," you brokenly moan into the kiss, making him practically growl in response.
"there you go, love," harry encourages you, picking up his speed as his hips knock into yours. "so good for me," he says as he leans his forehead against yours.
your moans become more and more desperate the rougher harry becomes with you, his hands grabbing for your tits and groping them roughly. your eyes struggle to stay open watching harry, sweaty, groaning, his eyes dark with hunger as he desperately chases his high with you.
you reach for his chest, your hand resting against his rapid heartbeat. "feels so good harry," you whimper, bending your knees further into your torso to give him more access to your aching pussy.
harry's thumb finds your clit and begins circling it slowly, causing your legs to start shaking involuntarily. you can't help but let out a string of breathless fuck, fuck, fucks, feeling your orgasm returning.
"you're, harry, mmf," you try to tell him, but harry just smirks and kisses you to shut you up. "cum for me [y/n]," he says against your lips, thrusting harder into you.
your mind goes blank as you feel your body ride the waves of your high, letting sinful sounds fall from your lips as harry's head falls into your chest, his face dripping with sweat. harry's name becomes part of your moans, only encouraging him more as his thrusts don't slow.
"fuck, [y/n]," harry's voice falls apart, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. you're still shaking, your body unable to recover as harry chases his high. "you're gonna make me cum," he gasps.
you reach for harry's face and pull him in for another kiss, slipping your tongue between his lips. he immediately melts into you, pulling his cock out and letting his cum fall onto the soft skin of your stomach. you moan with him as he comes down, his body collapsing to your side with his head in your neck.
a few moments of silence pass as you both catch your breath, your hand comfortingly rubbing harry's shoulder as he hums against your ear. you eventually giggle, causing harry to laugh as well. another moment later, he attempts to stand from the bed, your arms still lingering around him. "i'll be right back, love," he promises you.
he heads for the bathroom and returns with a washcloth, cleaning off your stomach softly with a slightly embarrassed expression. "sorry," he said shyly.
you chuckle at the difference in harry's attitude now. "don't be," you tell him.
you eventually stand as well, your balance a bit off as you adjust to the feeling. harry helps you to the bathroom, his arm wrapped around your shoulders supportively.
"here," harry hands you a towel as you turn on the shower. "i'll grab your pajamas as well, yeah?" he says before leaving the room. you smile after him, your heart racing at the gesture. just as you step into the water you see harry leave your pajama set on the bathroom counter, offering you a shy smile as he leaves once again.
after you're dressed, you head back to bed to see harry curled up in the sheets with a book in hand. you can't help but feel giddy at the sight of him, shirtless, the sunset shining through the windows on his skin as his eyes focus on the text.
you crawl into bed beside him, and he sets the book down to reach for you. "hey you," he says with a smile. you giggle and cuddle into his side, wrapping yourself around him. "hi," you say shyly.
harry chuckles, covering you with the comforter and pulling you close to him. "don't mind me sleeping here for the night, do you? the couch isn't nearly as comfortable," he teases. you laugh, setting your hand on harry's heartbeat again. "of course not," you tell him.
you and harry spend the evening talking, reminiscing, laughing, and kissing until you eventually fall asleep on his chest. harry just kissed your head and held you close as he fell asleep as well.
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the next morning as you're getting ready for the wedding, harry finished packing up the cabin and came up behind you to hug you in the bathroom mirror. "you look stunning, darling," he told you, his eyes wandering in the mirror down your body adorned in a beautiful dress. you just smirk and lean into him, your heart still racing at his romantic gestures. you're not sure if you could ever get used to them now.
on the way to the wedding, harry's hand casually rests on your knee in the back of the cab. you can't help but admire harry in his suit, telling him he looks handsome as you pull up to the venue ready to watch ron and hermione get married.
at the reception, hermione runs up to you, tears in both of your eyes as you pull each other in for a hug. ron and harry also hug, giving each other a specific handshake as harry congratulates his best friend.
"congratulations, you guys. you look perfect, hermione," you say once she pulls away, taking a tissue to her eyes. you lean in to give ron a hug as well, and hermione gives harry a big hug beside you.
"well, i see you aren't too mad about our little plan," ron says to you, his arm wrapping around hermione comfortingly. you and harry look at each other and laugh knowingly. you shake your head at ron. "no, i guess we aren't."
hermione's smile only gets wider as she sees harry's hand link with yours discreetly. "i'm just so happy we can be together today," she says tearfully.
you pull her in for another hug, with ron and harry joining not long after, making you all giggle at the heartwarming moment.
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Hi there! Your requests are open again soooo here’s mine (idk if it’s a good idea or not but yeah):
Y/n is a student in Nevermore (prolly Senior year so she’s 18, so it’s legal). She is in her dorm, talking with Enid about each other crush. After a while, Y/n confesses her crush on Principal Weems. Then, Enid cuts the conversation because she has to go to class. But a few seconds later, Enid enters the dorm complaining about the boring class she just left. This is where Y/n runs to the corridor to find Principal Weems winking at her. Later in the day, Principal Weems asks Y/n to join her in her office to “discuss” about what happened earlier (I’m obviously talking about hard smut because we love hard smut).
PS: If you take my request, could you please include mommy, pet and praise kinks (because why not)
Heyyyyy @ionlykneelformilfs!! I changed the story a bit from the rec, but I tried to stay as true to your ask as possible (:
Asking For It~ Larissa Weems xFem Student!reader
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, face sitting, cock riding, mommy kink, pet kink, praise kink, shapeshifting dick, etc.
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“Cmon y/n, we’ve been sitting here for hours! Who would you fuck??” Enid pressed.
“I told you, no one.” you insisted through your lying teeth.
“I told you about Wednesday!! It’s only fair you tell me about your special someone!” Enid exclaimed.
You huffed, “Fine. But it’s stupid.”
Enids eyes lit up at your defeat, “Who??”
“I’d fuck Weems…” you muttered.
“Who?!” Enid exclaimed even louder.
“I’d let Principal Weems fuck me!” You said, accidentally meeting her volume in voice.
Enid starting squealing and jumping up and down with excitement.
“Enid please!” You tried to calm your friend down, face red with embarrassment.
Then Enid fell to the floor with giggles.
“I can’t… I can’t believe it!!” She laughed while rolling on the floor.
You put your hands over your face, full of embarrassment. That’s when you noticed the clock.
“Oh shit, Enid! Class starts in 5 minutes!” You exclaimed, rushing to grab your bag.
Enid quickly propped herself up with a matching look of urgency, and the both of you ran out of the dorm to your next class, oblivious to the tall, blonde woman who had heard your confession…
Eventually, it was time for lunch, and you made your way to the outside courtyard. On the way there, you walked past the tall, blonde principal. You made quick eye contact only to be met with a sly wink from her. Your blush tenfolded and you quickly scurried away with the events of mere hours ago, imprinted in your brain.
Had Larissa somehow found out?
After having lunch with Enids incessant teasing of your attraction towards the one and only shapeshifter, you were making your way to your next class, when None other than Principal Weems pulled you aside.
With a glimmer in her eye, the blonde said in a hushed tone, “I’d like for you to stop by my office after your classes to discuss what happened today.”
Oh shit, she knew.
“Oh.” Your face stunned, “Ok, Principal Weems.”
With that, Larissa smirked and nodded. After saying that you rushed out of there for fear of anymore embarrassment. The rest of the day, your mind was tunneling on your expected meeting with Larissa. All your classes blurred together as your stomach tightened more and more. There was no avoiding the inevitable.
You sighed, after finishing your classes for the day, and you walked to Principal Weems’ office. You knocked on the door, your hand slightly shaking and heard a light “Come in.”
“Close the door, love.” Larissa instructed as you walked in.
Your stomache dropped at the nickname she gave you as you did as you were told and closed the door.
“Sit.” She said, indicating to the chair across from her and her desk.
You sat.
Larissa sighed and gave a light smile, putting her work away for the moment, and giving you her undivided attention.
Now that her eyes were fully on you, you squirmed in your seat a little.
“I wanted to discuss a curious thing which I heard earlier today.” Larissa said.
Your heart dropped at this.
“Oh…?” You stuttered out.
Larissa hummed in agreement.
She then got up from her chair and leaned against the side of her desk.
“I don’t believe that kind of talk is appropriate… especially for staff.” Larissa tutted, “luckily for you, I caught it and not another staff member…”
You looked down in shame and embarrassment.
“Darling, look at me when I’m speaking to you.” Larissa sternly said, with a turn of tone.
That nickname went straight to your core just like the other one…
You gulped and looked up and you were met by Larissa’s brilliant blue eyes.
“Can I go?” you timidly asked, your hopes crushed.
Larissa’s face washed over with a multitude of emotions in mere seconds.
She nodded.
At that, you got up from the chair and quickly went to the door, wanting to forget this incident for the rest of your life.
“Wait.” Larissa decisively told you, as you were about to turn the door handle, “I just have one last question.”
“Hmm?” You asked, turning around halfway to see her making her way over to you.
Larissa now stood mere feet in front of you.
“Do I make you nervous?” She asked, genuinely curious.
You didn’t answer.
You couldn’t answer.
But you no answering made your answer extremely evident…
Larissa lightly smirked, now effectively pining you against the door.
“I am going to take that as a yes, love, but the next time you don’t answer me…” she lightly growled in your ear, not too much as she still wanted to gauge your response.
At her words and intimacy, you lightly gasped and blushed at the nickname.
This was the deciding moment…
It was now or never.
“You can go if you want.” Larissa purred, putting her arms on each side of your head, trapping you in her hold, “But if your stay, you’ll have to tell me what you want.”
You shuddered, “I… I…”
You couldn’t use your words, so you used your hands instead.
You clicked the lock on the door.
“Oh come on pet… You were so vocal about it earlier…” Larissa taunted.
She then grabbed your chin with one hand and ghosted her lips over your ear.
“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you. I need to hear you say it.” Larissa purred.
Your heart was racing.
You closed your eyes.
And you gave in.
“Fuck me, mommy. Please, I’m your pet, use me.” you mewled.
At that, Larissa’s lips clashed with yours.
Larissa dominated the kiss, eating your mouth out with skill, while still trapping you against the door.
You whimpered and bucked your hips in response to her ravaging your mouth.
Larissa chuckled at your sudden and apparent neediness.
She pulled away from the kiss, eliciting a whine from your throat.
“One more whine and I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you until your screaming my name, pet.” Larissa growled.
“Sorry Mommy…” you whispered.
“It’s alright pet, but your going to have to pay for that whine.” Larissa purred into your ear, “So how about you be good for mommy and lay down on the rug by the fireplace?”
“Yes, mommy.” You immediately responded and nodded, moving quickly to the rug.
Larissa knelt down and crawled on top of you.
“Let’s put the mouth to good use for mommy, hmmm pet?” Larissa purred.
“Yes, mommy!”
Larissa smirked at your eagerness as she positioned her own cunt right above your face, using a nearby chair to steady herself.
You immediately took to your job, lapping at Larissa’s soaked pussy like it was your last meal.
This drew a string of sweet moans from Larissa.
She eagerly bucked her cunt into your face.
“That’s it, pet. Make mommy cum and she’ll make sure ‘fuck’ is the only word in your vocabulary…” Larissa moaned as she was reaching her edge.
Larissa’s legs started to tremble as you furiously ate away at her folds, and pretty soon she came with a delicious moan.
You instinctually cleaned her up with your tongue, and Larissa backed up a bit so that she now had you pinned to the ground with a feverous look.
“Good, pet…” she purred, while licking and kissing the extra cum off your face.
You whimpered in desperate need of some friction in between your trembling legs.
“Don’t worry pet, I haven’t forgotten my promise to you.” She purred as she got off of you.
“Be a good pet and help mommy with her zipper.”
You scrambled up and helped Larissa unzip and step out of her dress, only for her to turn around and you to see she was packing…
You gulped.
She was Shapeshifter. Of course…
Larissa smirked at your dumbfoundness. She grabbed your chin and angled it up to her eyes.
“Mommy’s eyes are up here…” she taunted.
She then guided you by the chin to sit on her lap on the fireplace chair which she had previously used for support.
“Be a doll and take off mommy’s panties for her?” Larissa innocently batted her eyes at you.
You slipped them off and couldn’t not stare.
Fuck, was she big…
By the time you had recovered from your shell shock, Larissa had taken it upon herself to remove her bra.
“You want mommy to fuck you?” Larissa rhetorically taunted, “then ride my dick, pet…”
You whimpered at the sight of her.
Larissa’s eyes gleamed with lust, and she leaned forward, cupping your chin and purred, “What’s the matter, pet? Cat got your tongue…?”
You looked at her, to her massive dick, and the back at her.
“I… I don’t know if I can… fit…” you whispered embarrassingly.
Larissa’s eyes softened a bit at your words of hesitations.
She cupped your chin lightly, “If your up for this, we’ll go slow at first, ok love?”
You nodded.
“Words, pet.” Larissa said, immediately shifting back into her earlier state.
“Yes, mommy.”
“Good girl…” she purred, as she guided you onto her cock.
You slowly sunk down on her dick, Larissa letting you adjust.
“OHhHhh Fuck…” you moaned at her size now almost fully inside you.
“Breathe, pet.” Larissa purred into your ear, “You’re doing so well for mommy.”
Once you had adjusted better, you began to sway and wiggle around, trying to get a rhythm.
“Let mommy help you, pet.” Larissa purred, grabbing your hips and helping you to slowly bob up and down on her length.
You couldn’t contain your moans at this point. And Larissa was groaning right by side you.
“Faster please, mommy…” you mewled, your brain already fuzzy from her filling you up.
Larissa couldn’t help but chuckle, happily speeding up the tortuously slow pace she had been going at.
Pretty soon, Larissa was pounding into you, eliciting multitudes of pleasurable cries from your lips.
“Mommy… please…!” You cried out, overwhelmed and on the edge within mere minutes.
“What, pet? Use your words.” Larissa groaned.
“Please…! Need to cum…!” You mewled, unable to form coherent sentences at this point.
Larissa chuckled at how cock-drunk you were already, “Go ahead pet, cum on mommy’s cock.”
You came with a cry of her name as Larissa thrusted into you, helping you ride out your high.
But she didn’t stop there…
She kept pounding up into you.
“Fuck… mommy… please…!” you came again with a straggled cry.
“You can take it, pet. Take mommy’s cock like a good girl.” Larissa purred.
By your fourth or fifth orgasm, you were spasming from overstimulation.
“Fuck! Please… too much…!” You cried out.
“Give mommy one more, love” Larissa moaned into your ear.
You moaned back in response but it was completely inaudible and incoherent.
Pretty soon you were at that edge again, “Mommy, Fuck!!” you screamed from her hitting your sensitive spot over and over again.
“Fuck, love… mommy’s close too…” Larissa groaned into your ear.
You both came together, your walls clenching against Larissa’s dick, as it spurted hot cum into your cunt. You couldn’t contain your screams.
You both just sat there breathless for a few minutes.
And when Larissa went to take you off her dick, you stopped her.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay, love?” Larissa immediately asked at your hesitation, having dropped her lustful persona.
“No.” You whispered, snuggling into her, “just like the feeling of you filling me up…”
Larissa lightly chuckled and smiled at you.
“You did so well, darling. So well.” She said, while you drifted off to sleep.
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blosssombunnny · 10 months
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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼
Height, Dom vs Sub, Sex drive, Fave thing physically about themself, Chest/Thighs/Ass, etc
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Warnings: nsfw, I’m a tall girl so to make myself feel better I make them all tall af hehe. !Female reader!!!
Lucifer is 7’ tall in my humble opinion. I believe he is a Mean Dom 85% of the time. The other percent is him being a sub-ish switch. He will not hesitate to punish you. Even when subbing. He can switch back to being an asshole really fast.
“Tch… What did you think would happen? You need to learn to stop mouthing off.”
He will make you beg for mercy :) Whether that’s on your knees or on your back. He likes to embarrass you and make you blush and stutter. It makes him feel powerful. He would pay Mammon 1 million Grimm to get you on your knees on his hard wood floor. Staring with crossed arms at the pathetic thing before him.
His sex drive is probably Medium to High. But he tries to ignore that part of himself. So when you two first start fooling around it might be hard for him to hold back that repressed energy. 
His size is 8” and its a little less girthy than a pop can lol. It’s very veiny and cut. His balls are slightly bigger than average. About golf ball sized. He loves having that skin sucked on. He is very very muscular, like Diavolo, but is more of a rectangle build. He’s not quite as big as Dia either but comes close. His hair is a dark raven with a very subtle undercut.
His favorite part of himself… he wouldn’t admit it, but he loves his smirk. He’s knows what it does to you. He’s also loves his hands. He’s sees how you stare and will try to flex them and make the veins pop out. On you however, he’s definitely loves your ass. He wants to smack it ever time you walk past him.
Mammon is 6’8” :) I believe he is about 65% dom and 35% sub and 100% brat. He wants to be a cool mean dom so bad but he really can’t handle it most of the time.
“Come here…. Just… come here ok?!”
He’ll grab your elbows and pull you in close. You don’t miss the quiver he has in his voice. He won’t say what he wants unless you really push him to do it. It’s to embarrassing to admit for him. But he has no problem making you do the same when he’s fully in control.
I think his drive is pretty high. But he gets a lot of that satisfaction from gambling and doing risky things to compensate for not having sex. It takes a special kind of person to understand Mammon and he hasn’t found many people like that. But with you… he’d be willing to go all day. Someone who loves him for him. Someone who can make him feel happy and heard. He can’t resist it.
His dick is 7 1/2” but he’ll tell you it’s 8 ;) it’s about the thickness of a healthy cucumber. Not as thick as Lucifer’s. He is uncut and pretty veiny. But it’s mostly covered by the extra skin. His balls are about the same size as Lucifer’s but the skin feels a bit looser. They smack harder against your ass ;) He is very well built and works out often with Beel. His hair is pure with an iridescent tint. It’s gorgeous and soft.
His favorite part of himself is his torso. He’s jacked and loves to tell people about it. He knows it makes people blush. And for you he loves your chest. He loves to tease you by touching them and flicking your nipples through your shirt. He likes to feel them perk up and see you squirm.
Leviathan is 6’6”. He is 70% sub and 30% soft dom. He can go hard but it’s very rare. He doesn’t want to hurt his precious doll. It’s really hard to get him to initiate. When you do it he gets flustered…
“H-Henry!? What’re you saying?… N-No! I don’t think we should do that…”
-5 seconds of eye contact-
“O-ok… maybe we can.”
If you look. You’ll see him twitching in his pants at this point. If you continue to advance he won’t resist much. He will definitely whine a bit and complain but he’s loving it. His whines and cries make both of you blush. Sometimes, if you’re being to cruel with teasing he will put you back in your place. He still wants to feel like your big strong knight in shining armor. He will flip you over and pound you until he can release all that teasing you have done. It’s your turn to beg and whine. But he won’t have any of it. I think his sex drive is low but he thinks it’s a lot higher. He’s always horny but sex is too draining for him to do too often.
His top dick is 7.5” and the bottom is 8”, both are very thick. A little less than Lucifer’s. He doesn’t shower regularly… His torso is the least built of his brothers. He’s pretty skinny and doesn’t have much muscle or fat. He has a toned body but it’s just quite thin. He is also very pale and has almost blueish skin. His hair is dark blue and slightly wavy. It lays a bit fluffier on his head.
His favorite part about himself are his cocks of course. How could you not be proud of that. They aren’t very veiny and he is uncut. His balls are average size and kind of tight. He lovesssssss your thighs. A close second is your chest. Your thighs are just so plush and perfect. He loves to mark up the skin with hickies and bites.
Satan is 6’10”. He is 90% Dom and 10% little kitten. Every once in a while he will want to play the sub role. But it is not at all common for him to ask for that. He likes to be in control and punish you over little things. He will of course have a safe word (like all the others) in case he goes too far.
“Mmm no not yet. You can take a little more cant you kitten?… Ohh yes you can. Cum once more for me ok?”
His words are so sweet and smooth. It’s impossible to deny him. His drive is pretty low but when you do it he is going to make it count and make you feel good. He prefers other methods of showing intimacy and love.
His cock is 8.5” and an average girth. It is slender compared to most of the others. The only thinner one is Asmo’s by a little. He is cut. He has a very beautiful body. Think Greek marble statue. Not too big, not to thin. Simply a work of art. He has amazingly detailed muscles. Why must he always hide these. His hair is a beautiful blonde. It almost shimmers gold in the sun. You can see it glint at certain angles.
His favorite part of himself is his powerful stare and words. He can make you come undone just by his looks and savory sweet words. He knows exactly what to say and when to say it. He seems like he’d be a thigh man. He loves to place a hand there while reading and working. It’s his favorite place to lay his head when you read to him.
Asmo is 6’ even. Not unusually tall. It looks great on him. He is 70% Switch and Tease, 20% Full Sub, 10% Soft Dom. He loves to do everything. Even all at once. He usually will choose to be a teasing and slightly bratty sub. Name a better power bottom.
“Oh my god MC. You just looked so beautiful in that dress. I’m sorry I dirtied it but I’ll buy you another! I love when you dress up all pretty for me.”
Even if he ruins an outfit with… fluids, you won’t be mad at him for a long period of time. You can’t be mad at that gorgeous, sweet face. He’s too precious. Something about his eyes really draws you in. Sometimes you can sense the warm pink glow emanating from his eyes. His drive is whatever yours is. He can accommodate to anybody. Do you want some space? You got it you want to have sex five times a day OK sounds good to me!  Truly, the best thing about this man is how well he understands emotion and relationships.
His cock varies from person to person. He can slightly change his cock to make it more suitable for the recipient. Normally it is 6.5” and slender. It’s beautiful and pink. It it’s uncut and smells like roses. It tastes phenomenal. Sometimes it’s a little bigger. Sometimes a little smaller. With or without veins and hair. He can change it all. His body is similar to Satans. God statue 2.0. He is slightly more slim and feminine however. He has slightly wider hips and a slim waist. He is slightly tanned too. His hair is also fluffier like Levi’s. It is also a peachy pink.
His favorite part of himself is everything! But if you make him choose he would say his tongue and then start winking and poking you while giggling. His favorite part of you is your neck and shoulder area. He lovesss to mark it up and feel the pretty bones. He sees them as an amazing sculpture of some sort. He loves to massage you as well. Especially your shoulders
Beel is 7’3”. A massive friend, I know. He knows too kind of. He is 60% Soft Dom, 20% Neutral, 15% Hard Dom, and 5% Sub. He loves to feel like he has control and is protecting something cute and small. He loves it. It makes him feel almost feral.
“MC get back please. I’m begin serious when I tell you I will not hold back.”
He is hard to get a read on but once you do it’s often when it’s right on top of you… You’ll quickly realize he is a very good dom. He suddenly finds his words and will speak up and speak often. It’s a bit surprising at first. You don’t listen to his warning, you find out the consequences. His drive is Low to Medium. He doesn’t need a lot of sex to feel good intimately. He finds intimacy in eating together, bathing together, just cuddling too. He is a big teddy bear after all
His cock is big. It’s really big. It is 9.5” and a little less thick than a soda can like Lucifer. His balls are Heavy. They are big and smack you hard when he fucks you like the animal he is. His cock is uncut and has a bit of a musk. It is very clean though. It’s very veiny and heavy. When fully hard it can’t stand very straight. The weight pulls it down. His body is hands down the best in shape. He works out daily and is in peak physical health and has been for the past 300 years. He has a light tan. His hair is dark orange and a bit more dark red at the roots.
His favorite part of himself is his mouth unironically. He loves it because that is his only way to eat. And he also loves it because he can enjoy his favorite meal and pleasure the meal with doing it!
“Ass or Tits Beel?”
“Mmmpussy.” As drool drips from his mouth
He just loves your beautiful pussy so much. It’s gorgeous to look at. It tastes amazing. It feels so good. It smells so sweet. He would do anything for another taste.
Belphegor is 6’2”. He is 100% brat. But other than that he is 50% Dom, 30% Neutral, and 20% Sub. When he’s being dominant it can look and feel pretty cruel. But then he also loves to let you take the reins and fuck him while he lays there and is pleasured like a pillow princess. Sometimes he will like to play the sub role.
“Tch. I’ll bite you if you don’t stop squirming. Just let me lay here for a minute.”
He will try to touch your chest and feel around. He may ever end up jumping your thighs as he lays on top of you. He will always persuade you into doing most of the heavy lifting. His drive is kinda hard to tell. It’s not super high and intense. It’s more like, he doesn’t need sex a lot but will always accept it and enjoy it if you offer. Even if it’s every morning and night. Just don’t expect him to do any crazy positions that are tiring.
His cock is 6.5” and is the smallest of his brothers. Amos’s is slightly bigger. It is uncut and has a strong musk. His balls are average and kind of tight. He has a fair amount of pubic hair. His cock is long and pretty like Satan’s. Just shorter. That doesn’t matter though. It still hits all the right places. For some it might even be the best since they are all so much larger than humans normally. His body is pretty thin and is similar to Asmo’s build. But Belphie has less muscle mass because he doesn’t do much exercise. He has messy and slightly tangled dark bluish grey hair.
His favorite part of himself is his fingers. He is a master with them. That’s all I will say hehe. His favorite thing on you is your chest. He loves holding them, squishing them, licking them, laying on them. Anything to feel the soft skin.
Diavolo is 7’5” and the tallest in my Headcanons! He is a confusing mix of desperate Sub and handsy Dom. He will take the Dom role about 75% of the time. The other 25% is him being a sub and releasing his mommy issues.
“Mmm MC please… Just say it again. Right in my ears, say ‘I love you Diavolo’.”
Touched Starved. Barbatos and Lucifer keep him at such a distance from everyone. He wants nothing more than contact. And when you give him that he will get addicted. He’ll beg you to let him breed you and make you a Queen. But don’t make him wait too long. He’ll get impatient.
His cock is 10” and is the biggest in Devildom. It’s massive and so thick. His balls are so heavy and big, another set of breeder balls. They leave bruises on your ass from how hard he will pound into you. It’s cut and so veiny. He keeps it nice and clean but always seems to have a slight musk. His body is amazing. He isn’t as muscular as Beel but he’s still bigger. He has such a beautiful inverted triangle body shape. His skin is a beautiful and warm medium tan color and his hair is a light wine red.
His favorite part about himself is his thighs. He loves watching you grind in them. He can be a bit mean and humiliating but he always makes it up so good for you. His thighs are so thigh and big. Perfect for sitting on. His favorite thing about you is your ass. He loves grabbing it and watching it move as you do… anything really. It’s so perfect to him. But so is everything else about you.
Barbatos is 6’4” and one hell of a butler. He is comfortable being either role. But his preference is to be Dom 95% of the time. The other 5% is Sub.
“MC please let me take care of you tonight. You have been working so hard. I’ll make you feel so much better.”
He won’t stop till you are completely satisfied. He loves to be in control and please you. He will take orders from you and do what you want but he is always the one who is controlling everything else. The movements, the speed, when you can cum. He can be so mean but will never leave you unsatisfied.
His cock is about 7.5 inches and cut. It’s thickness was pretty average. Enough to give you some stretch but not too much as to hurt you. He always smells fresh and clean. His cum also vaguely tastes like cleaner. His balls are nice and round, tight too. He keeps himself clean shaven down there. He’s slender but surprisingly strong. He must be. What if Diavolo passes out.
His favorite part of himself is his hands. He’s very good with them. Massages are amazing from him. He rarely takes his gloves off but will for you. He would not want to tell you what his favorite part of you was. But if you beg he will break. He loves your beautiful eyes. He loves watching them tear up as you pout.
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A/N wow this took forever to write 🫠 hope you all enjoy
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mikalame · 8 months
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Hey, I love the way you writing for Tom, can you make Tom x gn reader smut alphabet if it's fine? If it's not, you can make fluff ☺️
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in this hc your gonna be dating him
TOM KAULITZ SMUT ALPHABET
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After care
If it was close very comfort sex then i think he would run a bath with bubbles and you two would just embrace each other giggling at shit, but if it was hard core he would make sure your comfy then grab a nice lil towel and clean you up tucking you two in with blankets and watching a movie or just going to sleep if your tired enough (you probs are tho)
Body part (fav part on you and him)
On you its got to be your hips he like how he can grab them and pull you back when hes thrusting into you and he likes to to the little red spots from where he was holding
On him ether his hands or his cock (bro cant decide) he likes his hands because thats how he plays gutair and because he can make you cum from them butt likes his cock because well its his cock finds it very satisfying when you get overstimulated from it.
Climax (how quick are they to cum)
Not very quick if you two had been teasing each other for a while or just grinding in general he would cum a bit quicker but nothing out of the ordinary or him, could probs go 5-6 round be fore he starts to shoot blanks.
Dirty sectret
Probs be a threesome with another girl (lets be honest tom isnt going to be having sex if another guy is involved) just he might think you would get jealous but its always been in the back of his mind.
Eye contact
likes eye contact in the moment before you or him are about to cum he thinks there is something so special about seeing all the emotions he is putting you through in just a few second.
Fav postion
Doggy or missionary he likes doggy because he can smack your butt and all that good stuff, he like kissing down your back and shoulder blades and feels really happy when your legs or arms give out on you. Likes missionary because he can see how you feel in the moment, can see all your emotions and cause he can give you hella hickeys
Goofy (how silly is he)
Isn't to silly but isnt dead serious likes to crack a few jokes when coming down from his high or when you come down from yours
Hair (downstairs)
Trimmed i dont think it would be to long, just wouldnt like the feeling of it would do clean shave if you brought it up.
Intimacy (how are they in the moment)
very close and loves holding your hand even when it rough he wants you to know that hes there and hes not that mean, loves when your cumming and your hand tightens then after your finished your hand goes limp
Jacking off
All. The. Time. come on it tom if hes not jacking off hes thinking of it he cant help himself, would pull up photos of you two having sex and jack of to it where ever, when ever he does not care
Kinks
Breeding. Would lovee to see it drip out but he knows it better to wrap it up but sometimes when all both are kinda drunk and have sex he will forget feels super guilty in the morning but in the moment loves it so much
Location
Every where he doesnt care and as long as you dont he doesnt care where you do it, i dont think he would do anthing sexual infront or close to parents like in the same room or anything but would do some over the clothes stuff like under a blanket and stuff
Motivation
You. Just you, everything you do gets him hard and horny like if yall are sleeping and you keep grinding on him would get him hard i dont think he would wake you up for sex but mabey if you were okay with it
No
Rape/ scat play like thats just gross anything of the sorts is on his no list forever
Oral
more of a receiver than giver but will give you head if you ask nicely enough and would go down on you like a starved man but when hes giving head he would most definitely face fuck you, hold you hair in a pony tail and just goes to town
Pace (how fast/long)
Could be anything you want it to be, but i think his default is fast i don think he would be to hard but would be harder if you asked (begged) him to
Quickies
All the time when you two cant get enough time with each other for proper sex hell pull you into a bathroom or whatever and well yk
Risk
Yeah hes pretty risky i mean he got caught jacking it on the train by his mum soooo if your down hes down
Stamina
pretty good like i said before can go 5-6 before blanks but even then hes going strong before he cums
Toys
he wouldnt by any for himself but if you bought him a cock ring or something he would wear it but he would buy you anything and every thing from vibrators to dildos he likes to see how over stimulated you can get
Unfair (tease)
Major tease makes you beg for every thing even just to take his boxers of you have to beg him to allow you to take them off he just likes the frustrated look in your eye when he say beg harder
Volume (how loud is he)
Moans and grunts quietly but when hes close he'll get louder with the moaning i dont think he would ever whimper tho just doesn't seem like the type of person to
Wild card (random hc)
Use your vibrator on his cock once and felt real guilty when he came on it now when he uses it on you he doesnt thrust when using it scared it would make him cum quick like hes got some sort of weakness from it
X-ray( How much they packin)
bro said hes 2nd biggest in the group and packin 24 iches you do the maths bro HUNG
Yearning (how much he wants you while he or you are away)
He want you all the time weather it be for sex or not he wants to just be around you so when hes on tour hes constantly thinking about you
Zz (how quick does he fall asleep)
After you fall asleep cause he likes to just hold you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear and lull you to sleep, really love holding you close after sex tho
Hope you like anonn some of the words in this made me cringe but yeah lol
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kissofthemis · 2 months
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hii! can I request the nxx boys with a reader who used to be in an abusive relationship (now an ex) and an example situation when one of the boys raises a hand the reader thinks their going to git them so they flinch or when the boys cook the reader a table full of food the reader starts to sob because they're not used to eating in big amounts (ik I have that problem) all separate pls c:
srry if it's a bit too much u don't have to accept the request!
Hi friend! Sorry for the wait! This type of request is not a problem for me, but I will put it under a "read more" to be safe!
TW abuse mention; implied abuse; PTSD
❤️ Artem ❤️
Your first instinct upon seeing all the delicious dishes that Artem placed on the table was for your mouth to start watering.
Your second instinct was to consciously shut down that response before Artem could notice, and you managed to cut it off before even a drop of saliva could escape your lips.
You'd trained yourself how to do that in your last relationship, a long time ago.
When Artem finally sat down to join you, you didn't make eye contact with him. You just dipped your head politely and began to eat from the plate he had placed in front of you. If you avoided looking at the other dishes he'd placed on the table, from colorful grilled vegetables to aromatic jasmine rice, then you wouldn't crave them as much.
Artem needed more food than you anyway. He was larger, smarter, busier. He needed the energy, and you should be grateful he whipped up a plate for you at all.
That was what you had learned a long time ago. To be grateful for what you had and not to beg for what you didn't deserve.
Perhaps you ate too quickly, however, because your plate was empty within minutes. You sat quietly, waiting to see if Artem would stir up conversation. (He wasn't a highly talkative person, so you were equally content with sipping from your water glass in silence.)
Finally he spoke, and nothing could have prepared you for the concerned murmur of, "If you're still hungry, you can take more. Everything here is for us to share."
"... Huh?"
Now you couldn't help yourself from gawking at him, wide-eyed and perplexed. "N-no, I'm fine. You already made me a plate!"
Artem pensively prodded at a pepper. "Only to start you off," he explained. "I wasn't sure what your favorite foods are, or what you would enjoy most, so I gave you a little bit of everything and decided to put the rest here in their original dishes so you could decide on your own what you wanted to eat." His brow knitted in consternation as he added, the worry in his tone subtle but unmistakable, "Did you think that was all I would let you eat?"
The worry on his face dramatically increased in mere seconds. He nearly jumped out of his seat as he leaned over with a napkin to dab at your eyes. "You're crying. Are you crying?"
Clearly he hadn't expected this reaction from you, and honestly, you hadn't expected to react this way either. The only person more confused than him right now was you. All of this? For you to eat as you please? Any dish, any amount?
"I... You... You're so kind, Artem," was all you could manage to mumble out between your tears.
"I'm nothing special," he insisted, his deep ocean gaze gentle but firm. "I care about you. A lot. So please... eat up and take care of yourself, alright?"
~♡~♡~♡~♡~
💛 Luke 💛
"Luke, we're going to be late!"
Running on the same wavelength as the brunet sometimes did more harm than good. You had both arrived way too early for the escape room that you planned to do today with some friends, so you had camped out underneath a shady tree and watched ducks floating by on the lake.
Who knew counting ducks could make you fall asleep just like sheep?
"It's like a 5 minute walk! The building is right there!" Luke protested, but even his amused grin couldn't hide the hint of concern in his voice. "That's nothing for me!"
"Okay, then you will be on time, but I don't follow the Luke Pearce cardio regimen!" you whined. "And if you leave me in the dust, I'll never forgive you!"
You knew he wouldn't run off without you, so your "threat" was mostly in jest, but the fear that flickered across his eyes almost made you feel guilty.
Almost, but not guilty enough to stop you from sprinting ahead.
"Wait, wait!" Luke cried out suddenly as you began to dart off without him.
His words stopped you in your tracks, and you spun around as fast as you could to turn back towards him.
The heat coursing through your adrenaline-pumped veins immediately froze as a large hand came flying towards your face.
No. No! I messed up! I'm sorry!
With a shriek, you dropped to the ground, arms raised defensively above your head.
I took it too far. I wasn't funny. He's mad. He's mad he's mad he's mad and I deserve this. I deserve this.
Cowering on the ground with your eyes squeezed tightly shut, you braced yourself for impact. Maybe it'd be a smack, maybe a slap, maybe a punch. You weren't sure, but you knew it was coming.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
... why wasn't it coming?
Hesitantly you opened one eye, expecting to see rage ablaze in Luke's passionate coral eyes.
But instead you saw pure fear on his face, as his skin had gone white as a sheet and his hands pulled in close to his chest, shaking.
"Did I... scare you?" he asked carefully, his voice hoarse.
Why was he afraid? Wasn't he mad? Wasn't he...
Maybe your gut reaction was... wrong?
"I'm sorry," you whispered, and you slowly lowered your arms.
Luke looked as though he wanted to step forward, but he held himself back so as to avoid startling you. "You had a leaf in your hair," was all he said. "I wanted to get it out."
"I'm sorry," you repeated. You felt like a broken record, but as shaken as you still were, what else could you say?
Luke lowered himself onto one knee and tentatively reached a hand towards you, like he were coaxing a small animal. He seemed relieved as you inched a little closer to him.
When you finally got close enough for him to remove the leaf, he instead pulled you into his arms.
"Who do I need to kill, [Y/N]?"
"Luke, no."
~♡~♡~♡~♡~
💜 Marius 💜
You tried to keep your eyes off the clock, but the more time that passed, the more difficult that became.
While you had no doubt that Marius von Hagen, of all people, could easily get another reservation at a high-end restaurant, you knew he had been looking forward to taking you to this particular spot for weeks now. But luck had not been on his side this week, as Pax was swamped from left to right with deals to close and disputes to settle. Marius had been sleeping even less than usual; he wouldn't admit it to you, but even if he covered the bags under his eyes with makeup and chugged coffees, you could see the fatigue in the way his eyes had lost a lot of sparkle.
You loved the mischievous gleams and artistic sparks in his eyes, and if this date was only going to cause him more stress...
"Hey, Mar--"
"You will see me at 2:00 tomorrow, or you will find another buyer! Capice?"
Everything else in the room melted away all at once. The clock. Vincent's apologetic face. The Pax sign behind the desk. The huge windows revealing the sunset. All of it, all of it faded into oblivion as soon as that deep, loud, angry voice hit your ears.
Like a thunderstorm had let loose a ferocious flash of lightning and deafening clap of thunder just above your head, all your senses kicked into high gear to focus on one thing:
Stay alive. Stay alive. Get low, get quiet, stay alive.
You weren't sure when Marius hung up the phone. You weren't sure when Marius walked over to you. You weren't even sure where you were.
Perhaps it was for the best that you couldn't see what Marius saw right now: the person he loved most in the world, crouching behind a couch with hands clapped over their ears, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and murmuring quietly and rapidly in an effort to stay grounded.
Marius von Hagen had money, power, and influence beyond what most people could dream, but even he couldn't stop a trauma response in its tracks.
You flinched as you felt a large weight drop on top of your head, but slowly you unclenched your jaw as you realized it was a large but gentle hand, stroking your hair rhythmically.
You dared to open your eyes, slowly fluttering your eyelids open until Marius' concerned, exhausted face came into clear view.
"I'm sorry I yelled," he murmured.
You shook your head, and as you pulled your hands away from your ears, you tried to reach out and pat him on the shoulder. But your hands were still shaking, and you cursed yourself silently as you realized you wouldn't be able to comfort him like this. "You've been under a lot of stress."
Marius let out a low, self-deprecating chuckle. "That's no excuse. I can't fulfill my very important role if I lose my cool like that."
"The President of Pax isn't allowed to get upset?"
Marius snorted. "Not that role. Nobody cares about me as president, anyway. I mean as your lover."
Before you could even fully process his words and tell him how touching and sincere they were, Marius gently flicked your forehead.
"Besides, I'll be less stressed now that I called off the deal with that old curmudgeon. Ready for dinner, babe?"
~♡~♡~♡~♡~
💚 Vyn 💚
Stealth. Stealth. You were the embodiment of stealth.
Phase 1 had been easy. Since you were staying in Vyn's guest room tonight as he had to get up early (or at least attempt to) tomorrow, he hadn't noticed you tip-toeing out at midnight. That room was around the corner from his own bedroom, after all, and his closed door meant he couldn't see you sneak over to the stairs.
Phase 2 had been a little more challenging: the stairs themselves. In order to avoid any creaking that could give you away, you had decided to crawl along the side and test each step to figure out where the sturdiest part was. (You had also made a mental note to inform Vyn that the third step from the bottom definitely needed to be repaired, because it squeaked like a rusty hinge.)
Phase 3 was almost complete and going off without a hitch. You had just turned the corner into his kitchen, and now the refrigerator door was in plain sight. The hardwood was a bit of a pain compared to sneaking around on carpet, but your socks should be sufficiently muffled on the kitchen tile. You inhaled deeply and gave your stomach a reassuring pat.
'Soon. Soon we will be appeased.'
Gingerly you stepped across the tile, gently you opened the door, and with a victorious smile, you inspected the glowing contents of Vyn's refrigerator.
Jackpot!
As you debated whether to grab yogurt, cheese, or some celery to scoop up peanut butter, a low voice sounded behind you.
"If you want a midnight snack, might I recommend something low sugar so that you can fall asleep shortly after?"
You nearly screeched as you slammed the door shut and whirled around with your back pressed against its cold metal surface. Suppressing a whimper, you raised your arms defensively in front of your abdomen and face as you looked up to an amused pair of glimmering golden eyes.
"I... I'll go back to bed. I'm sorry. I didn't..."
Excuses swarmed your head like a mess of bees, but you doubted any of them would spare you from your inevitable fate.
They had never saved you in the past, after all.
"Please don't be mad...."
You regretted the words as soon as they came out of your mouth. That would just make Vyn angrier! You couldn't bear to look at him, so you turned your head away and held your breath as you waited for his response.
"Why would I be mad?"
Surprised by these words and how genuine they sounded, you dared to take a peek at Vyn. He didn't even look sleepy as he gazed at you with knitted brow and a fretful frown on his pale face. "If anything, I'm... disappointed." He sighed softly and extended a hand to you. "Let me help you up, darling."
You weren't sure your quivering legs would support you even with Vyn's help, so you kept one hand on the refrigerator door as Vyn helped you to your feet. "Disappointed?" you echoed, unable to quash your curiosity.
"Of course. I am, after all, an excellent pastry chef, if I do say so myself." His gaze softened as he guided you slowly to one of the seats behind the kitchen counter. "The thought that you'd rather snack on cheese instead of a fresh tiramisu, matcha tart, or mille-feuille... well, that is quite the blow to my self-esteem."
Was he... trying to lighten the mood? You couldn't be sure if he was serious or joking. "I... shouldn't be hungry. You gave me plenty to eat."
Vyn didn't seem bothered by that. "No 'should' or 'shouldn't' applies here. You are hungry, and I simply cannot allow that." He chuckled and opened the refrigerator, tutting softly as he reviewed its contents. "I'll have to regretfully inform you I am low on eggs, but perhaps next time I can make you a crème brulée."
As relief flooded over you, you allowed yourself to smile. "... I don't think I trust you with a torch at this hour, anyway."
Vyn drummed his fingers against the counter. "Harsh, but understandable." He sighed. "Now then, please select a dessert, unless you want me to psychoanalyze everything that happened just now instead."
"Strawberry shortcake, please!"
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Kill my mind- 141+Ale+Rudy
This is based on a request
Mutant! Reader au! Fem! Reader (very brief mentions)
A little backstory:
The CIA has been working with mutants for years now. The public isn't aware of any of you, only those with clearance know about this. Those who present signs of having super natural powers get sent to a special government camp. When you were 5 you accidentally killed the family pet with your electricity, (electrokinesis). At 8 when your mother chased you, you teleported to the kitchen. (teleportation)
At 10 your family was forced to give you up, you flew to the united states and since have been trained as a super soldier. Kate Laswell contacted you, she had heard about your abilities, and she wanted to recruit you to be a member of Task Force 141. This was perfect for you, you wanted to branch out of your own team, so you said yes.
Kate knew thats the team was more than excellent, but she knew this mission. Either they all came back or no one did. And since you were more than capable of protecting your identity, she knew you were exceptional for this.
Back as base, price was excited to work with you. You had worked for multiple agencies across the world. The Interpol being your latest. "reckon she'll be tough enough?" Gaz closed the laptop, and walked to Soap, "bet she is." he patted his back and off he went. This was the second mission 141 worked with Los Vaqueros. "I think she'll be perfect." Alejandro spoke up as his hands closed your file.
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Over comms:
Kate: Don't reveal your identity M67, we are counting on you.
R/n: yes ma'am.
R/n: what if all else fails?
Kate: you get them out of there, and you fight alone.
Kate: you are 5 minutes away.
R/n: See you later ma'am.
Kate: Good luck M67.
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You soon arrived. After greeting the team, Price gave you a debrief. "When Los Vaqueros attack this building thats when you and Gaz sneak in, you plant the bombs and get out of there." You nod and take notes "May I add something sir?" you look at him for approval. He nods. "If me and Gaz go in wouldn't they know about us? It will be a matter of seconds, I don't want things to go rouge, thats all."
"It won't, we've been working on this for a while." Ghost's voice breaks the silence when Price started to look around the map. "I'm not saying it isn't a good one, I'm just concerned our presence might trigger something,"
"It won't happen hermana." Alejandro reassures. "right, now let's get in the vehicles, we have a long night ahead." Price starts to make way to the car. "see you at lunch." Soap pats your shoulder, him and ghost get one car.
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3 long hours of fighting and unfortunately, the plan had to go rouge. The team lost some soldiers, but to your luck the 141 and los vaqueros met up with Gaz and you. "Right, you all stay here. I have a one man job to do." you ordered. "No. it's too dumb if we let you go alone." Price stepping closer to you. Out of the corner of your eye you see the enemy, their gun pointed to ghost. He was about to press the trigger, "Get down!" you demanded, a save. But soon a bomb fell on Soaps feet, you grabbed it and teleported next to the enemy. "boo" you said and soon you were next to Price.
They all looked at you. "Please don't say a word about this. Laswell will kill me." you said. The enemy pointed their guns at you. Your eyes changed colors, now neon blue with hints of purple. "I'll be back."
You left the room, from afar the team watched as electricity lifted 4 men up in the air, soon their burnt bodies fell to the floor. And as the minutes passed the six men watched you, some terrified, others pissin themselves. "steamy Jesus!"
You regreted showing your abilities to them. God it was a stupid fucking idea. But Laswell did say you had to fight and keep her men safe. A poor enemy soldier ran out of bullets, and to defend himself from you he threw a brick at you. "please leave me alone!" he cried out loud. And with one bullet to his skull, you walked away. The enemy no longer around, just you in the centre. Purple and blue sparks leaving your body.
The six men backed up as you approached them. Ghost had his gun pointed at you. "What the fuck was that?!" a panicked Price slowly approached you. "lets just please go back to base."
These are their personal reactions and thoughts:
Price:
fuck was this man afraid. He had red comics as a kid, but never thought them to be true.
When you first teleported he swore someone must've drugged him.
His eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, and for an instant he almost prayed.
I'll be damned if im the only one seeing this
his right hand never left the trigger of his gun.
He did have to admit he was impressed, the way you dodge bullets, and ran across just electrifying people alive was a bit interesting.
Alejandro:
he was internally screaming.
His hand let his gun and soon looked for the cross that hanged from his neck, he kissed it a few times, which got a few stares from ghost.
He wished he brought his phone with him, this would have been a cool emblem to have as a patch.
he tried to get near, but Gaz would just pull him back,
he did try to shot sometimes just to help you
pero que diablos, nadie nos creerá
Gaz:
he was far more excited
yes he was scared but man it was so cool to see what he called a "superhero"
whenever price would turn to look at his team he was met with Gas's face, he looked like this emoji : 😄
this is fucking incredible, imagine Spiderman comes out and helps her!
I know for a fact this man looked for pen and paper, he wanted to be the first to have your autograph.
the only reason why he pulled Alejandro back was so he could be the first one to run up to you
Soap:
He was silent for a while, Ghost thought he was dead or something.
said 'steamy Jesus' EVERY GODDAM TIME you fried someone up.
my nan won't believe a word of this story, she'll think I've gone mental
He cheered you even though you couldn't hear him, he was yelling and making up chants. He was your number one cheerleader, some may say he was your only one.
tried to throw rock at places the bolts of your energy hit, after a while price slapped his hand away because he promise it wasn't going to be you that made him handless.
He asked a lot of questions. Too many it got the rest of the team shushing him up.
Ghost:
This man wanted to shoot you, only because he thought you were out to get him.
When he first saw how you teleported, he wanted to throw a rock at you just to see how'd you react. (picture that scene in spider man)
When you approached them he swore they all died in some freak incident and you were an angel
and here I thought angels weren't fucking real. Now I owe soap s'money
He just wanted to get back to base and drink his thoughts away.
He eventually grew tired of everyones bullshit questions and more annoyed a Gaz's childish questions.
Rudy:
He already thought you were attractive but when he saw you in action, I swear he almost let his saliva come out.
He had never found any of the female soldiers attractive, but when he saw how you single handedly killed all those men, he was ready to worship the ground you walked on.
he looked like this once you walked up to him, just wanting to make sure he was fine:(i was looking for a picture so enjoy this edit instead.)
Tan hermosa
he tried to get close to you, but the others pushed him out of the way,
And months after the events, the team decided to pretend they never saw anything. It was a promise they all swore to never say. You thanked them all. Of course Laswell wanted all details and you gave her most of them, you told her that a bomb knocked the team out, giving you an opportunity to clean the area out. As per you and Rudy, everything is going great. He has invited you on small dates.
Please imagine r/n and Rudy making out at some club, with red lights surrounding them and he is dumbfounded by you. Still obsessed with how much of a badass you are.
Kill my mind by Louis Tomlinson plays as you two make out in the crowd.
Tags: @anonymuslydumb
A/n: I hope this one made some sense. My brain isn't functioning too well rn. haha.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
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joy to my world
summary: wednesday is oblivious that you're trying to steal a kiss from her under the mistletoe that you've hung on her door
You could hear bells chime in your ears as the clock struck at 12 midnight. You happily tossed and turned in your bed before getting up and dragging your lazy feet to the door, grabbing the newly purchased mistletoe ornament before heading out. You ran as quiet as you could, to Wednesday’s dorm with the intention of hanging it there and trying to steal a kiss from her.
Once you arrived, you couldn’t help but hear the faint typing coming from her dorm. Oh shit, you thought. This was never part of your plan – you expected Wednesday to be soundly asleep by now, but looks like she stayed up for the happiest time of the year. Not for her, at least. She was probably too indulged in her typewriter to be bothered by the fact that it was Christmas day.
You tried to be as silent as a rat on the chase, as you hooked the ornament on her dorm door. You knew one tiny misstep and you might as well be dead, so you tried to make as little sound as possible – but all your dreams shriveled away just as you were finished.
A certain area in the floorboard had creaked just as you tried to step away. More creaks came when you tried to run away – oh, you were so done for. Not even 5 seconds in and you could hear the door swing open and the ravenette looking through the corridors of Ophelia Hall just to narrowly see your oversized pajamas duck behind a wall.
“y/n, come out. There’s no point in hiding from my plane of vision,” Wednesday said, as curt as ever. You headed to her obediently, blowing a quiet raspberry as you knew you had been caught red-handed. “Sorry” was all that came out of your mouth as you hanged your head down, refusing to make eye contact with the raven.
“y/n, I know that we’re each other’s, but what exactly are you trying to pull off this time?” she sighed, following your gaze up to the mistletoe that hung on her door.
“What ev-” you interrupted Wednesday’s question by pulling her to you by the middle of her striped cardigan, but her highly sensible reflexes had her pull away when her lips were inches before yours. Although you were way taller than her, she somehow managed to avoid your attempted kiss.
You saw many people kiss under the mistletoe whether it was in shows or in real life, and you wanted to so desperately try it on your partner.
“y/n? Are you alright, mi amor? Are you quenching so much for my attention that your little furball of emotions tried to pull me into lip-to-lip contact? Is that what you’ve been craving so bad?” Wednesday lifted her head to look at your flustered expression.
“No, it’s just that- nevermind, you can figure it out yourself,” you broke free from the eye contact, color still dusted across your cheeks. You were sad that Wednesday rejected your kiss, let alone not know what all this was all about.
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The next few days continued with Wednesday being oblivious as ever; whenever you said goodbye to her at her dorm, you would always try to lean your face into hers, but always to no avail. Fortunately, Wednesday has been noticing you jumping around in some sort of frustration whenever she gently nudged you away from the attempts.
 And she was determined to find out why.
“Enid, what’s so special about a mistletoe?” The ravenette asked the blonde girl sitting across her on the bed.
“You’re so silly, Wednesday. y/n has been complaining to me about you not being able to take a hint, like seriously? You don’t know what it’s all about?” Enid giggled, pulling out her phone to search for something.
“I think you missed the part where you’re supposed to enlighten me,” Wednesday threw her sarcasm at Enid, who completely ignored it and showed her a scene on her phone. There was a couple and a mistletoe hanging right above their heads, identical to the one you hung on their dorm.
After throwing some lovey-dovey words at each other, the couple pulled into a passionate kiss, the mistletoe yet to disappear.
Wednesday squinted harder at the small screen and had a eureka moment.
All this while, you were just trying to show your undying love for her – but only for her to fail to realise it.
That same evening, she patiently waited for you to come to her dorm. At this point, it has become a habit, and you refused to give up, not until Wednesday understood. When you arrived in your fleece jacket and black skinny jeans, she was already eyeing on your gorgeous lips, like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.
Now it was Wednesday’s turn to pull you in by your gold necklace, which took you by surprise. It was also her turn to blush, a shade of pink splattered across her freckled features. “I’m glad I finally understood. Merry Christmas, y/n.” She placed a chaste kiss on your lips, smiling warmly.
“Merry Christmas, Wednesday,” your once hopeless eyes had lit up in happiness as your body overflowed with joy.
You’ve never felt more happier with her by your side.
happy new year guys thank you for all the support :))
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strangethlngs · 2 years
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heyyyyy!!! could i request an eddie x innocent!reader / naive!reader where he has to explain the elements of sex to her 🫣 much love - blair ❤️
i hope this fits what u were asking for!!
caution: smut below. 18+ only!!
The second things started to get heated you got nervous. You'd never gone farther than kissing with Eddie, maybe a little bit of grinding and fondling, but that was it. You jumped away when you felt the cold of his rings slide up under your shirt.
It wasn't that you didn't want to. God, did you. You just started to internally panic. No one had touched you like this before. No one had seen you naked before. It wasn't that you were intentionally ever avoiding it, though. You just felt that the right opportunity hadn't presented itself. You never felt that special moment come along. You'd never had a boyfriend and weren't the type of person to want to do anything with anyone you didn't feel a spark with. Well, not until Eddie came along.
He'd been your first for pretty much everything. Kiss, boyfriend, love. You loved him in a way you'd never loved anyone before. Everything was just right. After time and time again of trying to find that spark in other people, you had finally found it with Eddie. So why on god's green Earth were you terrified to go to that level with him.
"Woah, woah, woah," he pulled his hand back. You frowned at the loss of contact. "Are you okay?"
You felt immediately bad. He was so good and patient to you. You knew any other dirtbag man you'd go this far with would treat you like shit if you ever held out so long. But Eddie knew your situation and never wanted to push the limits.
"I'm more than okay," you sighed, hands cupping his cheeks, kissing him softly again.
"Do you... want to stop?" he asked, big brown eyes gazing into yours, not knowing what your intentions were.
"No..." You whimper. You'd always pictured your first time being this crazy romantic scenario with candles and roses. But this, this was perfect to you. Sure it was in Eddie's tiny trailer and it wasn't a 5-star-hotel, but it was Eddie himself that made the space feel perfect to you. It felt right. You decided, there and then, this was what you wanted.
"I want this," you began. "I..." you started, feeling shy. "I want you to make love to me, Eddie Munson."
"Are you sure? Like, one hundred percent sure?" he asks, looking directly into your soul.
"Yes," you whisper back. "Just... be gentle."
"Of course, baby. I'll go slow. I want you to feel good, okay? So you'll have to be vocal with me on what you want," his body follows you as you lay on your back, Eddie on top of you, kissing you with a little more force now.
"Eddie..." you start and he sits up. "I don't really... know... what I like," you say, shyly. "I think I'll need you to kind of... walk me through it."
"I can do that..." he smiles down at you, this time gently kissing down your neck.
And he does. Before he takes any item of clothing off he asks permission, and he does it slowly, watching you lustfully. When he gets to your bra, he reaches behind you to unclasp it and slowly pulls the straps down your arms, the material hovering just above your skin, goosebumps forming as he moves the straps down your arms. As the bra falls off, exposing your breasts to him. He slips his own Hellfire shirt off, and you unashamedly stare down his chest and stomach, fingers reaching out to trace his chest tattoo. He kisses your neck and pulls away, lips hovering over your collarbone.
"You're so beautiful. What I'm..." He whispers, "gonna kiss my way," he continues with sloppy kisses just below your ear and moves down to your center chest, "down to your beautiful chest."
He explains every movement to you just as he does it, even helping you through as his fingers work their way inside you. Your tight walls clench around his finger as you rock against him, feeling the chill of his rings at your entrance. His thumb swipes across your clit. He asks every time he moves his finger a certain way if it feels good, and you praise him endlessly.
"So beautiful," he coos and you look up into his eyes, face screwed up in pleasure. "I didn't think you could get more beautiful."
"Make love to me, Eddie. Please," you tangle your fingers into his curly hair, pulling slightly and a moan escapes his mouth. You clench as he does so.
Eventually, his hard length, covered in a condom, hovers in front of your hot core. You take in his appearance, making note of all the little crevices and tiny tattoos and birthmarks you'd never seen on his torso before.
He encourages you through as he slowly buries into you, your tight walls stretching around him, squeezing his dick. He takes it almost painfully slow ensuring you feel good and never feel an ounce of pain. His hair tickles your face as he adjusts his position on top of you.
He sits in you for a while until you nod, signaling for him to move. And he does, taking it slow at first and slowly speeding up as your moans grow more intense. After a while, he reaches down and brings his thumb back to your clit. Every time your name leaves his mouth along with a breathy moan, you get moved closer to orgasm.
"Eddie, I think I'm about to cum," you whimper. He moves his head from in the crook of your neck up above you, eyes locking with you.
"Do it, princess. Let me watch you cum," he moans. His beautiful body rocks with yours and one of his hands finds yours and locks fingers. You grasp onto him as the thrusts work you through the amazing orgasm. Sure, you'd made yourself cum a few times in the past, but nothing could have prepared you for how this one felt. Eddie muttered praises to you, telling you how good you're doing, how beautiful you are.
"Do you want me to cum, baby?" He asks, hips not faltering their thrusts.
"Please, Eddie," you reply, and he buries his head back into your collarbone. Hearing him moan your name so freely brings you to another orgasm you didn't see coming. Your fingers scratch down his back and you feel a twitching sensation inside of you as his hips slow down.
He pulls out of you slowly, sitting up on his knees. His hand traces down between your tits, lightly tracing your skin.
"Are you okay?" He asked. He wanted to make sure you were completely okay before getting off the bed.
"I have never been better," you smile, breathing out a loud breath.
He moves to toss the condom into the trashcan and moves back to you. He kisses you on the cheek and helps you up.
"Wanna take a shower? Post-sex showers are the best, trust me," he takes your hand in his. You smile and follow him into the bathroom, overflowing with love for the curly-headed freak Munson.
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hiaon · 4 months
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"Fun fact: Did you know ___ But you already knew that.."
[This user no longer available.]
Disclaimer!: Angst
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You
Btw do you know that Starfish that doesn't have a brain ☝️☝️☝️
William
Ahh.. That's probably why Patrick is so dumb lmfaooo 🤠
You
You're so right 😔 but poor starfishes
1 day later
You
Hi!! Do you want to hangout with my NEWW friend? She's new to my school soo don't scare her away!!
William
Sure sure, I'm not even going to talk to her 🙄
You
Heyy don't be mean to her 😶😶.. But did you know that Polar bears have dark skin??
William
What. I thought it was white like how cats are usually are-
You
Ikrr!! It was such an important information ☝️☝️
William
It was 💯
4 hours later after hanging out with Ashley
William
Ashley is actually really nice.
You
Yupp she might be your future girlfriend ooohhhh~~
William
Don't be ridiculous.
You
Hm.. Did you know that the only mammal that can fly is a bat!
William
Wait- what's a mammal again.?
You
Uhhh wait a minute
William
No I asked you, not Google ☺️☺️
You
Ugh. I don't know 😞
William
Dumbass.
You
You we're the one that asked a question ⁉️ Not me, so clearly you're the stupid one here mister
2 Days later without any contact.
You
Willyy, do you want to hang out with me?
William
Not right now, I'm hanging out with Ashley.
You
Oh. Well then, do you know Sea otters hold hands so they don't drift apart. They are so cutee
William
Oh Ashley just told me that earlier.
You
Oh, alright
1 day later
You
Willyyyy can you pleaseee hang out with mee
William
I mean you can join me with Ashley
You
Okayokay I'll be theree
William
Just don't make us wait.
You
Sheeshg no need to be so cold 🥶
2 days later
You
Did you know that a shrimp's heart is in its head?
William
A shrimp's heart is in its head.
You
WOWZERS we almost said the same thinggg!!
William
Ashley said that to me.
You
Ohh, okayy
4 hours later
You
Willy can I talk to you alone for a second??
William
I can't right now, I'm with Ashley. You can just tell me in the phone, I don't have the time for this.
You
Ahh okay it's alright it wasn't important anyways
William
What a waste for time, don't text me if it wasn't that important.
You
Sure
5 days later without any contact
William
Mosquitoes are kinda annoying, but they are kinda cool.
You
Huh? I thought you hated them??
William
My perspective was changed after Ashley told me about cool facts about it.
You
Cool cool
4 days without any contact
You
Heyya Willy do you want to hangout like the old times?? It's been a while
William
I can't, I'm with Ashley rn.
You
Ah, right, like always. You've been hanging out with her more often than me now..
William
Is that bad.?
You
It's like, your forgetting about me.
William
You know I'm going to be here with you always.
You
You're the only true friend I ever had.
William
Hey.
You
Tell me, William. Is Ashley your only true friend .?
William
Hey [N/N]. Why aren't you using my nickname, your starting to stress me out.
Seen
Hey. Don't leave me on read.
Seen
Hey!!
1 day later
William
Hello? Are you still mad at me?
Seen
1 day later
William
Hey. I really miss you, where are you I don't see you at school anymore.
It was stupid of me that I could replace my only best friend like that.
The time has finally come, I actually admitted that I'm stupid.
Seen 2 minutes ago
Hey.. stop ignoring me..
Seen
1 day later
William
Btw did you know, your eyes blink around 20 times a minute.
Your ears never stop growing.
Earwax is actually a type of sweat.
Sent 10 minutes ago
You're not even bothering to see my messages.
"Did you know that Starfishes doesn't have a brain? But.. you already knew that."
[This user is no longer available.]
Inspired by: tt- @yzyharukn
Made me cry a little bit too much-
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lunarbuck · 1 year
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Dance With The Devil (5)
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Pairing: mafia!Loki x f!reader (any race)
WC: 5.7k
Summary: You and Loki are running out of time.
Warnings: fear, illness (hospitals), swearing, abduction
A/N: we're getting to the end my friends!! I intended for this series to only have 7 chapters with #7 being the epilogue. We'll see how that actually turns out lol but I hope you enjoy this chapter <3
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Chapter 4 / Chapter 6
Flower
When you wake up, the soreness between your legs makes itself known. You decide to soak in the bath to ease it, but honestly, you don’t mind how it feels. You enjoy the reminder of what Loki did to you yesterday. 
Something came over him when he was fucking you, something primal and needy. You loved every second of it. You’ve never felt that way before, never wanted someone that much. Just the thought of it sends heat shooting through you. You’re tempted to reach your fingers beneath the water to soothe yourself. Maybe Loki will come barging in again to watch.
You’ve never wanted someone to watch you touch yourself before; you’ve always been quite shy when it comes to intimacy. You don’t know what possessed you not to close off when he made his presence known, but truthfully you liked it. You liked the way he looked at you, the way he so desperately wanted to replace your hands with his.
You sink below the surface of the water, submerging your head, and try to clear your mind. Now isn’t the time to spiral into your fantasies.
That little voice of doubt in your mind has been getting louder and louder since you woke up today. You’ve let your thoughts stray too far. You’ve forgotten why you’re here in the first place.
Loki was going to kidnap your father, possibly kill him, if you hadn’t traded your life for his. 
Your heart sinks as you think of papa. You haven’t been able to contact him, and guilt pours through your chest as you recall the state you’d found him in. 
Part of you wants to think that Griffin would help out, considering he was willing to help you find your father in the first place, but since you made no arrangements before throwing yourself at Loki’s feet, there are no guarantees. 
You decide that today you’ll demand that Loki at least let you speak to your father; if not visit him so you can make sure he is taken care of.
With that, you finish washing and get ready for the day.
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When you step out of your room, the mansion is bustling with nervous energy. Loki’s men hurry through the halls, speaking frantically into their phones. You’re barely able to make it to the kitchen without being trampled.
Mrs. Peters greets you with a kind smile, though you can tell she is worried about something as she stirs some sort of batter.
“Good morning,” you say, gathering the materials for a quick breakfast. 
“Morning, dear,” she replies, watching you with careful eyes.
You make your breakfast and try to ignore how Mrs. Peters looks at you. What is she so worried about? “What’s going on?” Mrs. Peters stops her mixing and drops her eyes.
“Just the start of a busy week, is all,” she announces a bit loudly. You raise your eyebrows but decide not to push for more details.
Tense silence settles in the kitchen, and Mrs. Peters becomes visibly uncomfortable with it. “It’s Loki’s birthday at the end of the week.” She says it more to the batter than you, but you hear it anyway. Why does his birthday cause such a strain on the household?
“What’s the big deal then?” Mrs. Peters shakes her head, but you know she will answer.
“It’s not my place, dear…” She pours the batter into a pan and flits around the kitchen, gathering new ingredients. “But this birthday is significant. There’s a lot riding on it.”
Pieces of the conversation you’d overheard the other day come back to the forefront of your mind. 
He’s running out of time.  
“Are there any special plans for Friday, then?” You ask, trying not to sound too curious. Mrs. Peters worries her lip between her teeth.
“No, Loki detests his birthday. We try not to draw attention to the date. Even though this birthday is important, we are doing our best not to dwell on it.” 
How could someone hate their birthday? Though, you suppose if someone is going to hate their birthday, Loki fits the bill. You continue trying to put the puzzle together in your mind as you eat but don’t get far. Loki has done a good job of keeping you in the dark when it comes to his personal business.
You haven’t dared to step foot in the west wing since the night you witnessed him kill the bound man. That doubtful voice has gained confidence, and it makes sure to remind you that you gave yourself to that same man. He has blood on his hands, and you let him touch you. You let him in and allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him.
Your head pounds with guilt and confusion; you’re torn. This angry side of you knows how awful it is that you’ve let Loki get so close. But this other side, this soft and comforting side, knows that you’re only human. Loki is caring; he isn’t cruel to you.
He is such a different man to you than he is to the outside world. Why does he have to make this so hard for you?
You wander through the halls after cleaning up your breakfast dishes, unsure of where you’re going. Your feet lead you to the library, and your chest tightens at the sight of the chair Loki fucked you in. Heat settles in your belly at the thought, making you clench.
Levi startles you with his presence as he pops his head out from behind one of the shelves, and you’re grateful for the distraction.
“Salut, ma chérie!” He coos, tossing himself unceremoniously onto the couch. You join him, picking up a book on your way over.
“Why aren’t you out stressing like the rest of Loki’s men?” You ask, flipping open the book. Levi rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his already slicked-back hair.
“Because I don’t give a shit.” His blunt response surprises you, but you try not to show it. “I think everyone is overreacting. It’ll be okay in the end.” Levi winks as if you’re in on the secret and grins to himself.
“Well, have you seen Loki? I have something I need to ask him.” Levi huffs a laugh while he shakes his head.
“The boss man is holed up in his office; you’re not gonna see much of him anytime soon.” You deflate a bit at that. You can’t really bargain with Loki if you can’t find him. 
You and Levi remain in the library for most of the day, only getting up to find food or hide from Cade, who apparently is on a mission to get Levi to do his job. 
On days like this, it’s easy to imagine that you could do this forever. It’s easy to forget that Loki is the man who holds you captive. This beautiful mansion is your make-believe home, not your prison. How long will you be able to keep up the illusion?
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Loki stays cooped up in his office for days, and to be honest, you don’t know what to do with yourself without him. You read, draw, and explore the mansion, but you’re itching for something new. 
It dawns on you that at this rate, the only time you’ll see Loki is his birthday, when he’s bound to be in a foul mood. He’ll probably deny your request the second you say it if he’s already angry.
Well, screw that. 
You recruit Levi and Mrs. Peters to help you with your plan, even though they’re hesitant. You can tell they’re desperate to make the week go well, and if everything comes together how you hope it will, he’ll have a good birthday for the first time in years.
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Loki
Though it brings me great pain, I do not see my beauty for most of the week. I spend my days locked in the west wing, pacing, furious. My father’s men are relentless; they constantly remind me of the arrangement and how I have failed to find a bride. 
The mere sight of my flower, that beautiful woman, makes fire stream through my veins. It would be easy enough to force her to marry me, but I have no desire to force her into that. I have done enough to her while she has been captive here. I’ve already taken advantage.
Cade has shown me the files of a few women to marry that my father’s men won’t be able to find an issue with, but I shoot him down. I want no one, just her . She is the only one for me now. I’m ruined.
So delightfully ruined.
Thursday rolls around sooner than I had hoped, and I have not found a way out of my father’s idiotic deal. Why the man had to make my life so difficult from the grave is beyond me, but I know truly he just wanted me to be happy. He wanted me to be able to take care of our legacy.
I have never had friends or companions outside the people working for our family; he wanted more for me. I want to carry on our traditions and be the head of our family’s mafia, but if it means marrying some woman I don’t give two shits about, I won’t do it. I will refuse if it means I can no longer be with my flower.
The rose she gave me all those days ago in the garden still rests on my desk. It has not wilted, and none of the petals show any sign of aging in the slightest. It’s as if she put a spell on it, dusted a bit of magic upon the thing. 
My fingers trace over the stem, feeling the thorns as they threaten to prick my skin. 
An obnoxious patterned knock on my door draws me away from the flower, already knowing who is about to waltz through.
Levi strolls through the entryway, a mischievous gleam in his eye. I don’t like it.
“Good evening, Boss,” he says with a sing-song tone.
“Good evening, Levi.” I turn my attention to my computer. If he wants to say something, he’ll say it, but I don’t feel like poking the bear right now.
“You got plans tonight?” He asks, laughing. He knows I don’t.
I raise an eyebrow in response.
“Well, you do now.” Levi wiggles his eyebrows in a way that makes me feel quite unsettled but provides no further information. He motions for me to stand, and for some reason, I do. 
I follow Levi out of my office and the west wing. As we walk, nerves tighten in my chest. I fuss with my shirt collar and my hair, ensuring everything is in place, but really I just need something to do with my hands. 
Levi leads me into a quiet room on the opposite side of the mansion that I haven’t been in for years. When my parents owned the home, it was somewhat of a study. With my office, I have had no use for it. So when I walk in and see a dining table set for two, I’m shocked.
I walk over to the table and find a simple homemade meal, though I can quickly tell that Mrs. Peters hasn’t cooked it. Levi’s fading steps alert me to his departure, but I don’t bother to say anything to him.
The table has a dainty bouquet of roses as the centerpiece, and it dawns on me who has put this all together. I turn around and step out of the room to look for her when I spot her at the top of the staircase just down the hall.
She looks beautiful; an angel sent down from heaven to save me from this hellish world. I make my way to the bottom of the stairs and watch as my flower descends toward me.
Her dress is long, trailing behind her on the stairs as she walks. Pieces of fabric fall off her shoulders, making her look like a princess straight out of one of her fairytale books. The color suits her skin beautifully, as if it were created just for her. I have never seen anyone or anything more stunning.
I am shamelessly staring at her, and she drops her eyes sheepishly as if she isn’t used to the attention, as if she is unaware of how I have watched her since she arrived. 
My beauty reaches the floor, and I offer her my arm. She wraps her hand around my elbow, her dainty fingers sending shivers up my spine. Up close, I can see the way her dress shimmers. The bodice is form-fitting, showing off her curves, and I can’t help but imagine what it would look like on my bedroom floor.
The two of us walk back into the study-turned-dining room, and I do all the gentlemanly things, like pull out her chair and serve her first. This seems to fluster her, and I can’t get enough of it.
“Do you like it?” She asks, a hint of nerves in her words. The candles on the table create a warm glow, bathing her in soft light. 
“Yes, my flower, this is lovely.” She smiles, and it warms something deep inside of me. I want her to always look at me like this.
“I’m glad. It wasn’t the easiest to set up, but I wanted to do something special,” she says, sipping her glass of wine. I cock my head, thinking about the mess that’s been created by me not having completed my end of the deal with my father.
I must make a face at the thought because her eyebrows come together; she’s worried.
“I know you don’t like your birthday, but it’s not your birthday, so this isn’t a birthday thing. Don’t start twisting it around, okay?” Her words are stern, and a genuine smile plasters itself upon my lips. 
“Well, thank you for the not-birthday dinner. It’s a nice break from all the shit going on in the house.” My flower nods as I return to my meal. I notice her get up and walk to the corner of the room, where she places a record on a turntable. Music plays through hidden speakers, filling the room with new warmth and energy. 
We eat the rest of our food in silence, listening to music. After eating my fill, I sit back and watch her. My flower’s head bobs to the beat, and her fingers tap the table to the melody as if she’s playing the piano. There is still so much I have to learn about her, so many secrets for me to uncover.
As I blatantly admire her, she stands and walks over to me, brushing her hands down the skirt of her dress.
“Loki,” she begins, taking a big breath. “Would you dance with me?” I’m taken aback by her request. Even though we’ve shared such intimate moments, we have never exchanged simple touches. I have never held her in a soft, gentle way. I hadn’t thought she’d want it.
“Of course,” I say, standing beside her. I tower over her, but she does not shrink under my gaze.
If anything, she blooms .
I take her hand and walk her to the more open side of the room. My hands find her waist while her fingers settle on my shoulders.
The piece playing through the speakers is slow, so we sway to it. I lead us in the only dance I know, occasionally twirling her around. Her eyes sparkle despite the dim light, and I practically drown in them.
Holding her so close to me, being able to feel her pressed against me, makes me want to pour my heart out to her. I want her to be here, to be mine, forever. Not my prisoner, not my captive, but mine .
And I want to be hers, to be the one she relies on in this life. Not her captor, but hers . I’ll show her just how much I trust her, just how much I need her.
The piece ends, but she doesn’t pull away. She continues to look up at me, watching my face. I kiss her. It's more gentle than anything we've done together. The way her lips part for me, the feeling of her pressed against me, it's almost too much. But it's not enough all at the same time. 
The soft smile she wears doesn’t fade even as I guide her out of the room and toward the west wing.
When we arrive at the doors, we open them together. With one of her hands held in mine, I lead her down the hall, through my office, and out onto the balcony. The clouds have parted, revealing a sky full of stars for us to gaze at. The air is unseasonably warm, but I enjoy it.
What I actually enjoy is her.
Being out here with her brings me great peace, something I have not experienced before. I reach into my pocket and feel the velvet box I’d put in there earlier.
Her hands rest on the balcony railing, and I bring out the box from my pocket. Inside is a simple silver necklace with a green stone pendant on it. It’s delicate and dainty; I don’t see her as the flashy jewelry type.
“Loki,” she questions. “What’s going on?” I give her a small smile and show her the necklace. 
“Do you like it?” It had been my mother’s, once upon a time. It feels right to give it to her.
“It’s beautiful.” I step behind her and fasten the necklace around her neck, letting my fingers linger on her skin as I brush her hair away.
She looks perfect. The necklace suits her, and I love seeing her in my favorite color.
“My beauty,” I say quietly, trying not to ruin the moment. She looks up at me, eyes reflecting the stars. “Are you happy here with me?” She hesitates, tugging her lip between her teeth. Despite this, she smiles.
“Yes.” Her eyes drift to the town below, and I can tell her thoughts are far away. While I am thrilled that she is happy here, whatever is pulling her away is clearly upsetting her.
“What is it?” I hold one of her hands, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her soft skin.
“If only I could see papa again. Even just for a moment,” she whispers. I reach out my other hand and cup her cheek, turning her so she looks at me. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes, but she blinks them away, not allowing them to fall. “I miss him so much.”
Guilt and disappointment pang in my gut. But I want her to be happy. I want her to enjoy life here with me. I brush over the soft skin of her cheek with my thumb. “There is a way.”
I leave her side and walk into my office. I have surveillance software installed on Maurice’s phone, though I’m sure he’s unaware of it. I pull up his information on my laptop and bring it onto the balcony. 
“What’s this?” I don’t want to explain it to her because I know it will upset her to remember why she’s here in the first place, but there is no way around it.
“Surveillance software on your father’s phone. One of my men installed it a while ago when he started missing payments to us.” Her brows furrow, but I continue explaining what we see on the screen. His location and where he’s been throughout the day, texts, emails, and phone calls.
“Where is he now?” I go to the map that shows his exact location, and my chest tightens.
“He’s at the hospital.” I won’t sugarcoat it; I won’t hide this from her. A notification pops up to indicate he’s active on his phone. “We can call him if you’d like.”
My flower nods quickly, chewing on her lower lip. “Yes, please.”
I pull out my phone, dial his number, and hand it to her. She takes my hand and squeezes it tightly in silent thanks. I bring that hand up to my lips and kiss her soft skin. This will change everything, I already know.
Wanting to give her privacy, I step back into my office. I don’t shut the doors. I sit at my desk and wait.
It feels like forever before she returns. When she comes into my office, tears stream down her face. Her chest heaves with her breaths. I quickly go to her side and place my hands on her face, wiping away her tears with my thumb.
“It’s papa,” she hiccups. “He’s sick; he may be dying. And he’s all alone.” I feel my stone heart crack at her words. My eyes drift around the office as I think about this place. Over the years, the house has become my prison; it only felt like home when she arrived.
I surprise myself by speaking. “Then-- then you must go to him.”
Her eyes go wide. They’re glazed over with tears, but I can practically see stars in them. “What did you say?
I take a deep breath, moving my hands to cup the back of her head. “I release you. You are no longer my prisoner.” A new round of tears spill onto her face as she rests her head in my hands.
“You mean... I’m free?”
“Yes.” The word is a dagger in my heart.
“Oh, thank you.” I watch as her tears leave shiny tracks on her soft skin. She turns her attention to the phone in her hand and speaks to it as if her father can still hear her. “Hold on, Papa. I’m on my way.” Her words are solid and sure despite her tears.
Her fingers move to grip her necklace’s pendant before finding the clasp at the back of her neck. She begins to remove it, but I place a hand over hers to stop her.
“Take it with you, so you’ll always have a way to remember me.” She sucks in a shaky breath and nods.
“Thank you for understanding how much he needs me.” I swipe my thumb over her damp cheek, unable to form a response. 
She slowly steps out of my grasp and turns to leave. Just as she steps away, she reaches out her hand and places it on my cheek. Her lip quivers, but she does not speak.
I watch as she rushes back into the house and out of my life.
Levi and Cade move out of the way as she runs past them. They both walk quickly to catch up to me while I step onto the balcony.
“Well, Boss,” Levi says excitedly. “I must say everything is going according to plan. I knew you had it in you.” He claps me on the shoulder, but I do not turn to face him. Instead, I stare out at the land in front of me.
“I let her go.”
Cade scoffs. “You what? How could you do that?” I should scold him, reprimand him, but I can’t. Not right now.
“I had to.” My words must convey my feelings, my heartache, because he backs down.
“Why?”
“Because,” I say quietly, watching as my flower makes her way across the driveway. “I love her.”
Cade and Levi stand in stunned silence before leaving me to my thoughts. I don’t even notice their exit, too focused on what I have lost.
It is impossible to tear my eyes off her as she runs. She is bathed in moonlight. It washes over her in an ethereal way, making her look as if she were created from the stars. She doesn’t look back when she makes it to the front gate. She keeps moving.
She runs away from me, from everything I have given her.
Though she leaves her possessions behind, she has ripped my heart out and brought it with her. She clutches it between her little fingers.
As much as I yearn to follow, as much as I wish I could chase after her and pull her into my grasp, I am rooted where I stand.
I cannot move; fate will not have it. Destiny has leashed me, tethered me to this spot.
A strange peace washes over me as she fades from my view, melting into the skyline.
She will never truly leave me. Even if I never see her again, she has a piece of me, and I her. I will never forget it, the moments spent in her embrace, no matter how I may try. No matter how painful it may be.
Her stubborn nature, her laughter ringing through the air, it will be part of me forever.
I do not move; I barely breathe as I wait. I know she will not return, but I cannot convince my heart of this truth.
I take my first step when the sun begins to rise, and the moon has fallen. My bones ache, screaming at me to wait just a few moments longer, but I quiet the thoughts. 
I find my way to my room, seeing the ghost of her in the corridors. Her footsteps pressed into the carpet, her fingers trailing the trim on the walls. I step into the room I’d given her when she first arrived. The blankets are still rumpled from the last time she slept on them. No one has changed them.
As if in a trance, I find myself climbing into the bed, surrounding myself with her smell.
It hasn’t faded yet.
I pull the blankets around me and tug the pillow from under my head, clutching it to my chest.
My heart aches for her as I bury my head in the pillow. In this moment, I know that she will torment me forever.
I wonder if I will torment her.
I hope so. 
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Flower
You run until your legs feel like jelly, and then you run some more. Despite feeling like you're about to collapse, you push and push until you get to the hospital. It's a miracle that you didn't pass out on the way.
When you arrive, a woman directs you to your father's room. Relief washes over you as you walk into the room and see your father lying on the hospital bed. 
"Papa?" You ask gently. He stirs from his sleep, and his eyes shoot open when he sees you. "It's all right, Papa. I'm here."
Tears pool in your father's eyes as you sit beside him on the bed. You carefully wrap your arms around his shoulders, not wanting to cause discomfort.
"I thought I'd never see you again," he whispers.
"I missed you so much." Beneath the smell of hospital, you find the comforting smell of home. 
"But, what about Loki… How did you escape?" You pull away and shake your head, wiping your father's tears from his cheek.
"I didn't escape, Papa. He let me go." Your father's brows pull together skeptically.
"That horrible man– he let you go?" You cringe at his words and the way your father eyes the beautiful dress you’re still wearing. Even though you probably should’ve changed out of it, you find comfort in knowing that Loki got it for you.
"But he's different now, Papa," you explain gently. "He's changed somehow." Your father shakes his head, but he's not denying what you're saying. He loves and believes you, but it might take time for him to understand.
A sharp knock on the door startles you and your father. A man you recognize as Jack Rollins, the one who attacked you all those nights ago, barges in along with four other men dressed all in black tactical gear. 
Before you can even call for help, they pounce, dragging you and your father from the hospital bed and onto the ground. Fabric is shoved into your mouth, which is then duct taped shut before you're hauled up by one of the men. Your father receives the same treatment, and you thrash against the man holding you.
The men carry you and your father out of the hospital, and no one, not one single person, does anything to stop them. You had no idea Jack and whoever he works for are so powerful. They throw you into the back of a van, binding your wrists and ankles to prevent your escape and drive away.
When the car finally stops moving, you’re pulled out and dropped on the ground in an old lot with only a freight container in it. You try to take in your surroundings to figure out where you are, but you have no clue. Nothing around here gives you hints about the location. Everything is happening too fast; your brain doesn’t have time to catch up.
A fleet of black SUVs pull up to the lot. Out of the first one climbs Griffin.
Bile rises in your throat at the sight of him. He was supposed to help you find your father; he was supposed to be one of the good ones. You should’ve known that his golden retriever personality was a façade. 
Griffin walks toward you, concern written all across his face. He reaches down and picks you up, untying your binds and carefully peeling off the tape from your face. The second your hands are free, you push him away.
“What the fuck is going on?” You shout, tossing your gag onto the ground. Griffin places a hand on your shoulder, and you shrug him off, hating the way his hand feels on you. 
“I’m so glad you’re safe,” he says, getting close to you again. This time, he grips your arm so hard you think it’ll leave bruises. 
“And to answer your question,” a new man says, approaching you from where he’d been leaning against one of the cars. “We’re here to collect you and your father.” The man is tall, but not as tall as Loki, with short chestnut brown hair.
“Collect?” You size up the new man and try not to show your intimidation. You can tell just by looking at him that he’s wealthy. His clothes and shoes are high-end. He’s practically broadcasting how rich he is.
“Yes. Collect. My name is Helmut Zemo. You and your father are of great value to the Zemo Family. With your help, we can take down the Laufeyson Family permanently, ridding this town of his filthy ways.” Your heart practically stops beating in your chest. 
That night Jack Rollins had tried to take you was because of Zemo. He’s trying to take down Loki using you.
“I won’t let you,” you say, trying to sound more confident than you truly are. You have no idea how you’ll stop them. 
“He’s an awful man,” Griffin says from beside you, using his grip on your arm to turn you back toward him. “He’s done despicable things.”
Helmut pulls his phone out of his pocket and comes closer. He hands you the phone, and you see footage of Loki beating up a man and then killing him. Over and over, but each time, it is a new man on the receiving end of Loki’s fury. Levi and Cade are there, throwing punches and assisting their boss.
This is the side of Loki you saw that night in the west wing. This violent version of him is the one that killed the bound man. 
You’ve always known Loki is not an angel; he’s done awful things in his life, but you know he would never hurt you. And he’s changed. He’s kinder to his staff. He just seems… better.
Your voice catches in your throat at the sight of Loki in the footage. “I know he seems vicious, but he’s kind and gentle.” Your heart tugs in your chest. “He’s not the beast you think he is.” The men around you burst out in laughter, Griffin the loudest of them all.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you had feelings for this monster.” He rips the screen from your hands and stares down at the image of Loki.
“He’s no monster, Griffin. You are!” You spit the words at him like fire, trying to burn him.
Griffin turns to the men around him, an incredulous look on his face. “She’s as crazy as the old man.”
Helmut leans down in front of you, so you have to look into his eyes. “Loki had no issue taking you; what makes you think he won’t come for other women? Other daughters? He’ll come after them in the night like the boogieman.” His voice is calm, so eerily calm. 
Your eyes flit from man to man, hoping to see something, anything to show that they don’t believe any of the shit he’s spouting, but all you see is them nodding. Agreeing with Griffin and Helmut’s lies. “No,” you whimper as Griffin’s smile grows, stretching across his face.
“We’re not safe until his head is mounted on my wall,” Griffin spits. “I say we kill him.” His voice sounds nothing like him; this is not the Griffin you thought you knew.
Helmut’s men cheer and laugh at the announcement. 
A few men approach Helmut, who switches the screen from old footage of Loki to blueprints of the house. They exchange plans on how best to infiltrate the house, how to make his death slow and painful. 
A sob wracks your body at their words. “No! I won’t let you do this,” you shout, drawing Griffin’s attention back to you. He pulls you toward him, so you land on his chest, and you push against him, forcing him back a step. He just laughs at you.
“And here I thought you could be so helpful.” Griffin grips your chin and squeezes it like you’re a child. “If you’re not with us, you’re against us. Bring the old man.” Griffin grabs your upper arm again, and you claw at his grip. It is no use. As you fight against him, you see Helmut grab your father, dragging him toward the freight container. 
“Get your hands off him!” You scream, voice laced with pain. Zemo and Griffin throw you and your father into the container and bolt it shut before you have the chance to even stand.
“We can’t have them running off to warn the beast,” Griffin taunts, knocking loudly on the metal container.
“Let us out!” You scream, but no one responds.
You set your father free of his binds, instantly able to see that he’s in pain. 
“How will we get out of here?” Your father asks, rubbing his wrists where the binds had been.
“I don’t know, Papa. I don’t know.”
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108! Wow!
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
1,047,840 words! I've been writing a while :)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
My main right now is pro wrestling, currently NJPW with some AEW :) . I've got a lot of different ones on there, but The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly is still top with 33 fics
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
burn this city, my first fic, lawlight for Death Note. Nothing special tbh.
ghost in the machine, my first longfic and third fic, also lawlight for Death Note and also nothing special.
acute gifts, which was a Beth Harmon / Benny Watts knifekink fic. I got in the Queen's Gambit tag very early and so it rose to the top. It's not too bad, not in my top 10 of my own fics but definitely quite charming.
sword and the pen, my second fic, lawlight for death note, nothing special.
Oesterle's Derealization Claim, a Disco Elysium Mathematicians AU. Cherished fic and I am so glad and proud it climbed the ranks to be top 5 :)
5. Do you respond to comments?
Always! I love responding to comments, it's not always right away but I do get there.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Intentionally? flowers grown in forgotten lungs, probably. Like in a lot of ways, that fic is about L giving up, knowing he's going to die, and saying "fuck that, I'll burn all my ideals and drag as many people as I can down with me". I think other fics that I've written have hit people harder, especially the ones that I intended to make a happier followup and lost energy for it. But that one was meant to be absolutely gutting.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I'm going to go with the most recent one I'm proud of and say blueprint drift, which I'm sure is more melancholy than some other ones but idk, I love the story that's there, I love to see Takeover lowkey husbanding.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not generally, I can't remember if there was anything too egregious? I've gotten a few passive-aggressive "why won't you finish this" pleas but I tend to shut that kind of behaviour right down.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Hell yeah, though less than I used to. I really like writing new and weird scenarios and I've done a LOT at this point. Some of my top 3 weird ones were "skeleton threesome" "the cask of amontillado but it's kink" "spider/bat porn"
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
A few! My craziest is probably Blair Witch Project x The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly: The Grey Desert Mythos. Still very proud of that fic!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not as far as I know!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No! I have had a fic chapter podficced though, which was a transcendent experience: Static Contact [podfic]
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
SO many. SO many. That's probably why my word count is so high hehe
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
HMMM. In practice my favourite is whatever I'm obsessed with at the moment, in which case Jaykada (Jay White / Kazuchika Okada, NJPW). By the numbers? Blondeyes (Angel Eyes / Blondie, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly)
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I'm pretty good about letting go of things I don't think I'll finish, so there's nothing I'm holding out desire for at this point. I have a longfic cooking but at present I do think I'll get it together for it.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue, strong POV, thematic intensity. People say my settings are very evocative/atmospheric, which is flattering since I worked pretty hard on those.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Humor. I always feel so awkward with clown characters. I don't really do plotty works in the conventional sense, but I don't think that's a weakness, more of just an intention.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
So funny, I'm working on a fic with that right now! I would say the my practice is to write the dialogue however the POV character is able to understand it, and however they parse it. In my mind if you speak the language or know a solid translator, it's all right to actually "quote the dialogue" in its characters for the reader who can speak the language. If you don't, probably best not to use machine translation and only stick to vetted phrases if you can.
For the fic I'm writing right now, it's a lot of fun because the Okada/Jay series spans different stages of understanding they have of each other's language. In the young lion era fic, Jay barely speaks any Japanese, and Okada has patchy English but he's sort of limping along. In the current WIP, Jay's Japanese is better, but not perfect, and similarly with Okada's English. So they sort of speak to each other semi-fluidly and the gaps in understanding are written in the text. So it's fun to think about how in the later fic, Jay speaks fluent Japanese and exclusively talks to Okada in Japanese to keep his language skills sharp.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
In another life, Batman. Specifically I was inspired by The Dark Knight but I based a lot of my work on the comics.
20. Favorite fic you've written?
My favourite fic is always my most recent, which was Shadow Gimmick (a FinJay Fic!). Barring that, the Grey Desert Mythos :)
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Congratulations, @shuuuuush, for getting over 100 followers I'm so proud of you!!🥳
This fic honestly gives me enchanted by taylor Swift vibes😭😅
This is a special fic jst for you and i hope you like it!🥰
Word count: i honestly dont know💀
Paragraphs:31?
Warnings:Strong language, detailed kissing(is that even a thing?😭)
(Not using Y/N)!
Marly and Kenny met in New york, and they instantly caught feelings for each other,but what troubles will they have to face? Will they end up together? Or will someone try to get in between them?
Taylor-your best friend
Kenny- Stranger
to lover
Aj- your friend
Niko-your friend
Chunkz-Your friend
Sharky-your friend
The first time i laid eyes on you-Kenny
Chapter 1 out of 5🫶🏻
I felt the warm water hitting my body as i washed my hair. I truly needed a warm shower after a long day. I grabbed a dry towel and stepped out of the shower. I dried my hair and body and put on my clothes. Just before i could lay down, i got a call from taylor."Marly? Where the hell are you? I asked you to come over 20 minutes ago. Did you seriously forget?" Said taylor. "Oh shit im so sorry. I'll be there soon!"i said. "Yeah.. okay." taylor said. I grabbed my keys and unlocked my front door.
Kennys POV:
"Hey guys! Today we'll see who can make the most money in New york in just 24 hours!" Said niko. I honestly hated these challenges. We had to do stupid things for money. But this time it wasn't as bad since New york was absolutely beautiful! I was looking forward to spending time here. "Kenny?Bro?You good?" I heard aj say. "What? Oh yeah, im good." I said. "Yeah, if you say so." Said aj. There we're 2 teams, me,Aj and niko. Chunkz and sharky. Since we had more people, Chunkz and sharky got a headstart. As i walked through the streets of New York, i could hear chatter and laughter all around me. Most of it was from my friends. I didn't like to get involved in many conversations,im more of a quiet person. Dont get me wrong,i love hanging out with my friends, of course, but sometimes i prefer to be lost in my own thoughts.
Marlys POV:
I was in a hurry. i didn't want Taylor to get even more mad at me..well, that's what i thought. I was about to cross the road when i saw 3 extremely familiar boys. "No fucking way..." i whispered to myself. It was no other than the beta squad! And kenny was there.. he was my BIGGEST crush, and i was his #1 fan...well, that's what i think, at least. I just stopped and stared at Kenny, and i couldn't help but blush. Just before i was going to talk to them, i saw kenny looking at me, and we made eye contact. My stomach was filled with butterflies. i gave an awkward smile and waved as he did the same. I felt like a complete idiot. I digged my face into my hands in embarrassment.
Kennys POV:
I could feel a pair of eyes looking at me, i looked to my left to see the most beautiful girl ever,my heart was beating like crazy. I smiled at her, and we made eye contact. She was gorgeous.. We instantly clicked.
Marlys POV:
I saw them crossing the road, so i thought it was a perfect opportunity to go talk to them. They were getting closer and closer,multiple thoughts ran threw my head. i stood there, not knowing what to do as he approached me.
Kennys POV:
i got closer and closer towards her as she just stood there. "Hey, my name is kenny. What about yours?" That was so stupid of me..i said under my breath. "Huh? What did you say?" She said. "Oh! Nothing, dont worry."i said. "Okay! Uhm, well, my name is marly. Well, im a huge fan of you three and the rest, by the way!" said Marly.
It was even better that she was a fan.The rest of the beta squad introduced themselves to her,im so glad that she at least knows me."Ay Kennys got a gyal," i heard aj say. I gave him an annoyed look. "She's not my "gyal, " i said. There was awkward silence for a few seconds,i could feel the tension between us. "So, uhm, could i get ur number or something?" I asked her. "Yeah, sure, of course!" I gave her a smile, and we exchanged numbers. "I'll call you later today?" I said. I honestly was so happy on the inside that she actually gave me her number. Most girls dont. "Sure! I'll see you around, " I heard her say. "This is great content," said niko. "Bro, cut it out," i told him.
Time skip
Marlys POV:
I just came back from taylors house, i told her everything that happened on the way there. I was honestly shocked that Kenny wanted my number! I flopped onto my bed and put on my headphones.Maybe i was wrong.. What if he doesn't actually like me?What if he's just joking? I thought to myself. I sighed and picked up my phone. Just then, i got a message from kenny.
Kenny:Hey, Marly! Do you maybe wanna hang out tomorrow if you're free?
Marly: sure!❤️
Kenny:Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5pm? We can go watch a movie together if you'd like?
Marly: Okay, sounds amazing!
Kenny: i have to go, but I'll talk to you later, marly! :)
Marly: alright no worrys!
I squeeled in excitement. i couldn't believe what just happened. i was so excited! I called up taylor to tell her what happened. "Omg girl, you won't believe who i was texting!" I said. "OMG! who??" I hear taylor say. "Kenny!! He asked if he wanted to hang out, and i obviously said yes!" I said in an over excited voice. "EEKK, im so happy for you!"i heard her say. "Thank you!!! I'll keep you updated!" I said before hanging up the phone.
Time skip:
Kennys POV:
I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing." Why the fuck is someone calling me at 11am."i said to myself. I groaned and sat up and picked up my phone,it was niko. "Bro you better have a good fucking reason for waking me up."i said. "Jeez.. someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed... It's not my fault you wake up at 11 a.m. Anyways, our latest video went viral because of you and marly. Everyone says that you guys should be together. "So? Who cares? It's not like we are together." I said. "Yeah, i know, but it's kinda obvious that you like her..." said niko. "Yeah, okay, maybe i do like her, but it has nothing to do with you, does it?" I said slightly, embarrassed.
"Yeah okay chill its just a question. There's no need to get so worked up about it.." niko said. "Yeah, sorry..im not in a good mood." I told him. "It's all good,I'll call you back later," niko said. "Alright." I told him. I put my phone back on my desk and tried going back to sleep, but i just couldn't. "Maybe i should tell Marly how i feel.." i said to myself . Part of me wanted to tell her, but part of me didn't. i wasn't sure if she liked me back. I sighed and got out of bed.
Marlys POV:
I woke up to the sunlight shining threw my window, i lifted my head from my pillow and rubbed my eyes. I slowly got up from my bed and made my way to the kitchen. I made breakfast.
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I was still over the moon that kenny wanted to hang out. I wasn't sure what to wear. i never really went out on many dates, but i had a few ideas in mind.
Time skip-
it was almost 5, i was kinda panicking since I wasn't sure where kenny was. Lucky i already picked out an outfit..
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Just before i could say another word, i heard a loud knock on the door. A huge smile emerged on my face as i went to unlock the front door.
There stood kenny, i was so excited to see him. "Hey Kenny! You look great." I said. "Same goes for you Marly you look gorgeous." He said. His words were enough to make me blush. He handed me a bouquet of red roses.
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"There, beautiful! Thank you so much, " i said. "Glad you like them. Shall we?" Said kenny. I nodded and gave him a kiss on the cheek.He opened the front door of his car as i got in. I gave him a smile as he started the car. I looked out the window and enjoyed the view.
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Most of the car ride was slient,but it wasn't awkward at all...it was surprisingly comforting. I didn't want anything more than to be in Kennys presence. I liked him, but i didn't know how to tell him. I felt stupid for liking someone like him...afterall, he was basically a celebrity, and i was just an ordinary girl. I turned my head to face him,his beautiful brown eyes shining in the sun. "We're here, marly," he said, smiling. He got out of his car and offered me a hand. I smiled back and held onto his hand.
Time skip
The movie was finished, and we made our way back to the car. "If you like, i could take you home?" He said, not making eye contact. "That would be great," i told him. Before i knew it, we were already half way threw the journey back home. I hadn't had this much fun with someone in a long time..and i was happy that i got to spend it with Kenny.
We were almost home, i wasn't sure if i should tell kenny how i felt yet. Right then, i heard the car stop. "We're here," said kenny. "Thank you again, im looking forward to hanging out with you again, Kenny!" I said. Just before i could open the car door. I felt kennys hand on mine. "I had a lot of fun with you as well
.." he said. There was a few seconds of complete silence before he pulled me into a kiss. His hand carresed my cheek as he pulled me in closer into his grip. I was shocked,my eyes widened as he pulled away. "Im so sorry, i dont know what got into me i shouldn't have done that. im sorry." Said kenny. "nono, it's not that...its just i didn't expect it, that's all.." i told him. "Right..ill be on my way, then I'll talk to you later once again. im sorry." Kenny said.
I exited the car as i watched him drive off. I felt like a complete fool. The guy i had a crush on just kissed me, and i didn't kiss back. I felt guitly, but i wasn't sure how to react. I unlocked the front door and went inside. I sighed and sat down on the sofa and picked up the bouquet of roses. I didn't feel like doing anything and headed straight to bed.
Time skip
I woke up later than usual, i rubbed my eyes and lifted my head up from my pillow. I got dressed and headed downstairs to make breakfast. I was still in shock from yesterday, but i had to move on. I picked up my phone to see several messages from Kenny.
Kenny:
Hello Marly? 9:50 pm
Are you awake? 9:50 pm
I need to talk to you. 10:00 pm
Text me when you're awake.10:20 pm
Marly:
Sorry, i was sleeping! 10:48pm
Kenny:
It's all good, i was wondering if you could come over to my place? I was hoping we could talk. 10:50 pm
Marly:
Sure, what time? 10:52pm
Kenny:
I was thinking maybe you could come over in 30 minutes?10:52 pm
Marly:
Sure, see you soon!10:52 pm
I was a bit nervous since i wasn't sure why he wanted to talk to me so badly..i didnt question it too much and got ready.
Time skip:
I arrived outside his house as i knocked on the front door. I was anxiously waiting for him to unlock the door. "Hey, marly, come in!" He told me. "So i needed to tell you something that has been on my mind for a while." Kenny said. "Sure, go ahead. You can tell me anything." I told him.
"Well, ever since i met you, I knew there was something about you that was different..in a good way, of course. I wanted to tell you this for such a long time, but i wasn't sure if you liked me back. After yesterday, i was sure how you felt about me, but i figured I'd tell you anyway." Said kenny. I was waiting forever for those words. I was too stunned to speak. "Say something, please," he said. "I never thought you felt the same way i did! Im sorry for yesterday as well.
i didn't know how to react!" I said. "So i can kiss you again..for real this time?" He said with a smirk on his face. I nodded and blushed at the same time. He pulled me in closer, putting his cold hands on my waist as he carresed my cheek, his soft lips pressed onto mine, pulling our bodies closer together.
I put my hands around his neck and pulled away for a second for a gasp of air. Our lips once again pressed against each other, this time more passionate and longer. We both pulled away,"So does this make me your boyfriend?" He said. "Of course idiot" i said playfully as i let out a chuckle. "It's getting late, i think I'll head home now, but we can finish this later," i said as i winked at him. "Okay, darling, whatever you say,"he said. His words were enough to make my heart flutter. I was so excited to tell Taylor the good news, i know she'll be just as happy as i am.
Taylors POV:
I was just about to head out when i received a text from marly
Marly:
Me and kenny are dating now! There's so much you need to catch up on!12:55pm
I was fuming in rage. I've liked marly for longer than i can remember, and just before i could tell her, she suddenly gets a boyfriend.
Taylor:
Wow, that's great! 12:57pm
I want marly to be happy, of course, but with me. I just dont get what she sees in him. For the longest time, i had to pretend that i was happy that she met Kenny when all i wanted was to be with her. I'll make sure that I'll we'll be together no matter what it takes....
Ahh! FINALLYY CHAPTER 1 IS DONE!! I hope you like it, marly!
Chapter 2 coming soon!
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5 | Weaving Spells
Pairing: Sanzu x Fem!Reader
The Book of Salvation
On Tuesday morning, your phone chimes with a text from Sanzu, asking for you to meet him at the train station. You quickly respond with a simple "Yes," your curiosity growing by the second. Why would he want to meet you at the train station?
As your day begins, dark clouds gather in the sky. It looks like it's going to rain. When you arrive at the train station, you notice the gloomy weather is only getting worse. Thankfully, it's not long before you spot Sanzu, wearing dark glasses and holding a sleek black umbrella.
You can't help but laugh at his attempt at camouflaged style. "If you're trying to be undercover," you tease, "you're not doing the best job."
Sanzu sighs and removes his sunglasses. "The paparazzi is always around," he explains, "I can't chance it."
"Alright, fair enough," you nod, "now can you tell me what we're doing here?"
"You'll see."
Sanzu takes your hand and leads you over to the train platform. The train has arrived, and Sanzu guides you aboard. He hands you a ticket and motions for you to sit down.
"Seriously, where are we going?" you ask.
"It's a surprise."
"Why are you being so secretive?"
"It's more fun that way."
You can't help but chuckle and smile at him. His childish behavior is endearing.
"What, are you trying to win the Most Anticipated Destination Award?" you roll your eyes.
"Nah, I'm just excited to get out of Tokyo," he answers honestly.
"Really? I thought you loved it here," you hum.
"I do. But sometimes you gotta mix it up a bit. It's all about balance, right?"
You nod, but you can't help but wonder why Sanzu would want to go anywhere other than Tokyo. 
When the train pulls into the next station, you're surprised to see the sign reads "Osaka."
"Osaka?!" you exclaim. "We're going to Osaka?!"
Sanzu simply nods and helps you out of the train.
"Why are we going to Osaka?"
"Jesus, Y/N, do you hate surprises or something?" he chuckles.
"No, I love surprises," you insist. "I just have no idea where you're taking me..."
Sanzu's lips curl into a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, it'll be fun," he assures. "Come on."
He takes your hand and guides you towards the exit. You follow him off the train, sharing the umbrella to shield yourselves from the rain now. 
As you walk together, he leads you to a large building. You both walk around to the back entrance, and Sanzu slips inside, you in tow. He closes his umbrella as you look around, trying to piece together your surroundings.
Inside, you realize that you're in a concert hall, smaller than the one Sanzu played at last weekend. He guides you around and brings you to the stage, where you can't help but wonder aloud, "Are we allowed to be here?"
Sanzu grins and shakes his head. "No, but that's the fun part."
You both settle down on the side of the stage, taking in the view of the empty concert hall. It's pretty amazing. You've never stood on a stage like this before but now you can at least begin to imagine how he feels when he's onstage.
Sanzu then begins to speak, his voice laced with nostalgia. "This is where I had my first concert ever with Earthpig. It's a special place for me, and I want to play here again. But," he sighs, "my bandmates don't want to because it's a small venue, and they won't make a big profit."
"Why are you telling me all of this?"
Sanzu shrugs, avoiding eye contact with you. "I don't know," he mutters. "I guess I wanted to show you a part of me that not a lot of people get to see. And," he looks down at the ground, "I feel like I can trust you."
You smile and place your hand on top of his. "Well, I'm honored that you trusted me enough to share this with me."
You're touched by his vulnerability and the fact that he feels comfortable enough with you to share something like this. However, before your conversation can continue, the sound of a door opening nearby interrupts you both. 
A man's voice calls out sternly, saying, "Hey, what are you two doing here?! You can't be in here! You're trespassing!"
Sanzu reacts quickly, pulling you by the arm as he says, "Get up!" Together, you make a fast exit, leaving behind the forgotten umbrella. As you burst outside, you're met with a downpour.
The two of you sprint back to the train station, soaked from head to toe. Luckily, there's a train just about to leave, and you both hop on. As you find your seats, Sanzu says with a smile, "Shit, that was fun. I like having moments like that, with no cameras, just you and me. I finally feel like a real person."
You laugh at his statement, but you understand what he means. Sometimes it's nice to not have every move of yours being watched.
Once the train arrives back in Tokyo, Sanzu leads you out and hails a taxi.
"So, do you want to come back with me, or do you wanna just go home and change?" Sanzu asks as the cab pulls up beside the sidewalk.
You smile. "Can't I just change back at your place?"
"Of course you can," he replies, opening the door for you.
The two of you slip into the car, and the driver starts the engine. You're still a bit wet, but at least you're out of the rain. As you drive through the streets of Tokyo, you can't help but think about the fact that you're about to go back to Sanzu's huge mansion again.
When you arrive, you can't help but gasp. Even though you've been there before, the house is too beautiful. You're amazed at how rich he must be. You enter the house and take off your shoes, placing them on the shoe rack.
You look up at him, smiling. "Seriously, Sanzu, your place is beautiful."
"Thank you," he says with a chuckle. "Now come with me and I'll get you out of those clothes..."
You both rush into his bedroom, shedding your clothes as you go along. Sanzu reaches for a shirt in his wildly oversized closet and tosses it over to you.
"Here, wear this," he offers.
You put on the shirt, and it's rather large on you.
Sanzu walks over and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close.
"Wow, Y/N, I think it looks better on you than it ever did on me," he says softly.
"Oh shut up, no it doesn't," you roll your eyes.
Sanzu places his hands on your face and tilts your chin up to look into his eyes. "No, seriously," he whispers, his gaze burning into yours. "You're beautiful."
He leans down and kisses you deeply, and you kiss him back with equal passion. Your hands wander up his muscular chest and arms, and you can't help but let out a soft moan as his tongue explores your mouth.
Sanzu breaks away from the kiss, panting slightly.
"I want you, Y/N," he says, his voice low and husky.
Your body is responding to his touch, and your mind is racing. You swallow hard, unsure of how to respond. It's so frustrating how easily he can make you feel like putty in his hands.
"I want you too," you say, your voice barely audible.
Sanzu smiles and places a soft kiss on your neck. "Good."
The Book of Salvation
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