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mistiell · 8 months

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Hello!! Since your requests are open and I absolutely love the way you write him (despite there only being one—), may I request some sort of angst to fluff for Astarion with a reader that accepts his advances but doesn’t seek him out because they know that he’s only doing so for protection/convenience?

Like; yes, the reader does care deeply for him. They could even say that they love him. But they don’t want him to do anything just because he feels as if he’ll be denied kindness and sustenance if he doesn’t. So they’re very reserved and keep to themselves, treating him very kindly when he propositions them, but doesn’t do anything more than what he asks.

Omg, thank you so much!! I worried I might have portrayed him in a way that was ooc but I'm glad to see people like the way I write him!! lol WC: 1.6k

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Astarion has manipulated and romanced countless people over the centuries. He knows what he’s doing. The routine differs depending on the person, of course, but he has it down to a science.

You shouldn’t be any different.

Since the first time you let him feed on you, it’s become a sort of routine he regrettably relies on to stay satiated. It’s been nearly a month and a half of sneaking to and from your bedroll every few nights, and he’s begun to worry that you’ll tire of it – that you’ll get sick of the fatigue and the lingering ache in your shoulder that clings to you well into the morning after.

This particular morning, he sees it in your sluggish movements and absentmindedness. Karlach has to call your name thrice before you finally turn to her with a small, “Hm?”

“Gods, has the tadpole migrated and blocked your ears?” The tiefling chuckles, cuffing you on the shoulder on the same side Astarion had fed from the night before. With a pained grunt, you wince, brow scrunching in discomfort as you roll it out a little.

Karlach gasps, “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s alright.” You smile, but when Karlach leaves, it falls as you rub at the juncture between your neck and trap muscle. If he doesn’t find a way to keep you on the hook, there’s no chance you’ll let your late night meetings continue.

So, when the two of you are sitting by the fire after setting up camp for the night, he decides to offer up the only thing he can think of to keep you interested.

“Ugh, Gods. There is nothing to do around here.” He huffs, prodding for an opening.

You snort, taking a sip out of your water skin, “You can say that again.”

There it is.

“You know,” He leans just far enough into your space to make you fluster, smirking, “We could always make our own entertainment?”

Eyes darting away from him, your throat bobs, “What do you mean?”

He leans in a little more, making sure to glance at your lips as he purrs, “I think you know what I mean, darling.”

“I think—,” Your voice cracks up an octave and you clear your throat, embarrassed. It’s rather cute, “I think I do...?”

“You think so, hm? Tell me what I mean, then.” Your mouth opens and closes a few times, and he can hear your heart beating fast against your ribs. He chuckles coyly through his nose and leans forward to brush the tip of it along the apex of your cheekbone, lowering his voice to a seductive whisper, “Might it have something to do with,” His fingertips find the top of your hand where it rests on your knee, ghosting up under your sleeve and over your wrist as he breaths, “Touching, maybe?”

A shudder runs through you as you swallow hard, “May— Maybe...,” He’s not expecting it when you pull back and look at him apprehensively, “But... I mean, are you sure?”

The question takes him aback; throws him off balance. No one’s ever bothered to ask before. It makes him wonder if he’s off his game, if perhaps his act isn’t as convincing as it normally is.

He shakes it off, grinning at you coquettishly, “Of course, my dear. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t.” It’s not the first white lie he’s told you, and it certainly won’t be the last.

You wet your lips, searching his expression for any sort of hesitance. He’s careful to make sure there’s none to find. When you’re satisfied, you smile shyly, “I’d like that” “That’s what I like to hear.” He hums, standing before offering his hands, “Shall we?”

You take them, and as he leads you somewhere more secluded, he counts it as a victory.

Weeks pass, and he’s sure to propose a little fun between feedings to keep in your good graces. One thing that he’s noticed is that you never really ask him to do anything more than what he’s suggested. He expected you to come to him every once in awhile after the first time he’d bedded you, maybe ask for a piece of him when you’re bored or in need of some stress relief, but... you haven’t.

He also expected you to have at least some demands, but aside from voicing your preferences in the heat of the moment, you haven’t asked him for a damn thing. For a moment, he wonders if he’s losing his touch, but he shakes the thought off as quick as it comes. The implications of it make his stomach churn.

If not his body, what else does he have to offer?

“Astarion?” You call as you approach him where he stands near his tent.

He startles, then clears his throat to play it off. “Yes, darling?”

You smile apologetically. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No worries, my dear.” He doesn’t understand why you’d apologize for something so small, or why it makes his undead heart twist uncomfortably in his chest, “Did you need something?”

“Come with me?” You ask, offering a hand, “I have something I’d like to show you.”

This is it. You’ve finally come to offer yourself up instead of it being the other way around.

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.” He hums, taking your hand and allowing you to lead him into the forest. A rather odd location to lay, but he’s definitely worked with stranger.

Weaving through trees, you lead him to a small clearing with a blanket spread out over the grass in the center. You only let go of his hand when you reach the edge of it, toeing off your boots before carefully plopping yourself down on top of it.

“So this is what you had in mind, hm?” He grins, following suit after you pat the spot next to you, “A romantic romp under the stars?”

“Oh! Uhm, no.” You titter, and he frowns.

“Then what did you have in mind, pet?” He asks, watching you twiddle your fingers.

“I-.” You huff, rubbing at your mouth and glancing away, “There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, and I thought we could watch it together.” You let out a small, embarrassed laugh, “It’s stupid. You don’t have to stay, obviously, but... I thought it could be nice.”

What the fuck.

“You... brought me all the way out here, just to watch the stars?” He asks, sounding bewildered even to his own ears.

You look back at him nervously, nodding, “I did.”

What the fuck.

He should say something, but for the first time in a long while, he’s completely lost for words. His brows draw together in confusion, and when he speaks, his voice comes out wrong; too soft, too shaky. “Why?”

You stare at him, worrying your lip for a moment before starting carefully, “You don’t need to sleep with me to buy my kindness, you know. I enjoy our nights together, of course, but I’d like you just as much without them.”

Now he’s really at a loss. His stomach lurches with the anxiety and embarrassment of being seen without meaning to be. He feels vulnerable; exposed.

“Of course I know that.” He scoffs, attempts a smug grin. His voice shakes as he says it, “What’s not to like?”

You huff a small, singular puff of laughter, “Right.”

Something flashes above, drawing both your attentions. Stars shoot across the blackened sky, streaking it with white and blue and purple. You gasp, eyes so wide, he could watch the whole spectacle through the reflection dancing over them.

You lay back, using your forearm as a pillow as you watch the sky intently. He follows soon after, a strange silence falling over the two of you.

He tries to focus on the sight above him, but your words have a hold on his mind like a vice grip. It’s been so long since anyone has shown him kindness without some sort of transaction involved. So long that he can’t even recall it ever happening.

He stares hard up at the sky, mouth twisting down in apprehension. He swallows thickly before murmuring, “Would you really?”

He sees you turn your head to look at him out of his peripherals, brows drawn together in confusion, “Would I really what?”

Embarrassment flares and writhes in his gut; his nose wrinkles at the feeling. He feels utterly ridiculous as he replies, “Still like me if I didn’t...”

He can’t find a word that sounds right. You understand anyway.

Some strange, melancholic sort of horror flashes over your face before you will it away, nodding resolutely.

“Absolutely.” You flip your hand so it lies palm up on the blanket. An invitation, not a demand, “You mean more to me than sex, Astarion. I don’t care what we do or don’t do, as long as I get to be with you. Whatever that entails.”

A lump forms in his throat and his eyes burn. He knows if he looks at you, he’s not going to be able to keep the tears at bay. He looks at your hand instead, staring for a moment before slotting his fingers between yours. Squeezing, he hopes you’ll take it as what it is, “Thank you. I don’t think I deserve this. I don’t know how to navigate this. I think I want to try.”

You squeeze back. He takes it as, “I’ll wait for you.”

#astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion bg3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3

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lunarw0rks · 8 months

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the scenario: you’ve been really pent up lately, stress between work + everyday life and graves decides that he’s gonna help you de-stress (by riding him 🤭)

in the act, you’re practically fucking yourself stupid, like into oblivion…deep in. and you don’t even realize how overstimulated graves is getting until he literally pulls you off him (he came about three times prior)

🗝 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔣 🗝 𝔭𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔭 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰

a/n: anon -- send me that audio you were talking about, too!! ;) not proofread/edited. warning(s): nsfw, established relationship, overstim. (g & r), stress relief but make it steamy, husband!graves, fem!reader ───have a request? ˗ˏˋ ASK BOX ˎˊ˗

As if the day couldn't have been worse, you dropped your keys when you made it to the door. Every muscle ached as you bent down to pick them up — now upright with a tight scowl on your face.

The lock struggled until you jerked the key around a few times, finally hearing the click when it budged. With a flustered grown, you stepped inside and shut the door behind you, greeted with the comfort of your home. Dim and quiet, but still preferable over the migraine-inducing fluorescents of your workplace.

Your purse slid off your shoulder, falling somewhere on the hard ground. Frankly, you didn't have a care in the world about picking it up. That was a task for the morning — the first day of the weekend after a hellacious work week.

You made your rounds in the kitchen first, cracking open the first bottled beverage you could get your hands on. Flavored water, though if it would've been alcohol, you weren't in any mood to refuse. You finished the drink with heavy breaths, setting it down on the counter.

"Tough day, darlin’?" His well-acquainted voice hits your ears soothingly, shifting your attention from the counter below you to him. Wearing one of his old PT shirts and boxers, still visibly disheveled from lying in bed.

You bite back the urge to be snarky, reminding yourself that it’s indeed not the fault of the man comforting you that’s got you so worked up.

“Just work.” You mumble, then let out a defeated sigh. It’s your shitty boss, it’s the overwhelming workload, it’s everything, really.

With his lips pressed into a line, he nods as if he’s simply accepted your answer. You know by now that his wheels are turning, however.

“Mind if I help?”

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You didn't get a full breath of air until his back finally hit the mattress, nor did you bother to get undressed fully. Instead, straddled him in your work clothes; panties pulled aside, button-up disturbed and slightly open from his yanks.

Graves found it best to say nothing unless it was muttering a comfort or praise into your ear. But you still hadn't let go of those frustrations yet — even with his honeyed worship.

Even after you pulled your first orgasm, even after his warm spurts of cum filled you — you had no desire to stop.

The silver lining? Whatever got you so worked up had long passed. Now, all you could scrounge in your psyche was the sensation of your husband's cock crammed up inside you.

His tip, reddened and slick with his seed and your arousal, still upright and swollen despite how long you've been using your cunt as a means for abuse. Nothing but a toy, at least while you were in the midst of a sour mood.

But Graves had no qualms about that; watching your tits bounce, your face contort as you moaned, the sweat rolling down your forehead until it went between your cleavage. His rough hands are on your hips, aiding you in swallowing every inch of him. Each time you'd clench or constrict around him, he felt another jolting sensation — inching him towards yet another release.

You hadn't stopped once, only slowed when you needed to readjust or cope with the burning of your thigh muscles. The pleasure was too divine to halt entirely — evident in how you had successfully overstimulated yourself and him.

"That's it, doll. Look at you..." Though his smirk had turned more into a muddled expression of ecstasy, his praising and bluster prevailed. Your soaked, pillowy cunt pulsing around his length, rendering him officially pussydrunk.

The lude squelches increased in volume when you began rocking against him at a wicked pace, feeling your third orgasm approaching rapidly. Remnants of the previous were leaking out of you, either spilling down your inner thighs and onto the sheets or being fucked back into you when he would thrust upward to meet you.

Graves' head snapped back against the pillows, yet again ready for another quick release. Every time he thought you would be too fatigued to continue, you rutted and got more desperate for another rush of erotic euphoria. It was too much, even for him — but you were too goddamn attractive like this, using him as an appendage to fuck away the frustrations, mouth wide open, hair ruinous and damp with sweat.

With the little strength he had left, he found himself determined to make this orgasm triumphant over the others. Before, all he had done was lay back and be used, but currently he found himself sitting up to meet you chest to chest.

His speech was slurred, as desperate as your bellows of pleasure. "Good girl, gorgeous. Keep usin' my cock— gonna cum again, aren't you? Atta' girl." His thumb found your puffy clit, circling and applying pressure to surge your approaching finish. Focusing on much of anything when so deeply stimulated was hard enough — however, this, he could manage.

How your moans had gotten louder, how you began to tremble all over again, it was worth it. Your eyes rolled slightly, head in the crook of his neck when you came undone around his cock for a third time. Nails dug into the tanned flesh of his shoulders, muscles tightening as the coil in your abdomen expelled all at once.

Overwhelming pleasure coursed through you, heightened by the two climaxes before. This one is the most daunting, the most fiercely shown on your body.

He had reached his own finish while you were too lost in your own. You only noticed when you heard his desperate grunts, that hot searing deep inside you as his cum spurted deep within you. Your back seemed to be stuck in a partial arch, every muscle in your thighs burning and aching for rest. But your mind was a fog, a fog with only one thing on your mind; more pleasure.

Graves fell back against the mattress as the remainder of his intense orgasm retreated, completely out of breath and flushed.

With less effort than before, your hips resumed a meek grind, powering through the ache of over-exertion. Another whimper slipped you as your nerves fizzled with the mounds of stimulation resuming all over your body.

His eyes shot open again, hands digging into your sides and forcing them to halt, "no more, sweetheart, you're exhausted." He slurred, taking a few seconds to lift you off of his now softening length. His cock fell limp against his thigh, slick and with a milky ring where you had creamed in the heat of the moment.

"I-I'm sorry, baby. Got carried away, huh?" Your chest heaved repeatedly, eyes lidded and drowsy — and all from your own doing. He barely lifted a finger, so to speak, and you were fucked-out. To think seconds ago you were desperate for another release and rutting again was miraculous. You found yourself slumped on top of his sweaty chest, still in the midst of catching your breath.

"You could say that darlin'. Don't think there's anything left down there." Graves chuckled slightly, though the expression was subdued with exhaustion.

He snaked up an arm, brushing away your sweaty strands and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. "Christ, you're shaking."

The sheets shuffled as they rubbed against each other until the throw blanket was draped over your trembling frame, engulfing you both into a literal bed of warmth.

Your eyes drooped without effort, the flutter of his heartbeat muffled as your senses dulled. The last sound you heard before plunging into much-needed sleep was his soothing voice. "Get some rest, sweetheart. Just sleep for me now..."

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ghost-with-a-teacup · 11 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝(𝐬)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader (Pre-Established Relationship)

Summary: Every so often, Miguel would simply disappear without a trace, getting lost in his own head. This time around you were determined to not let him be alone. Not on a day like today. (Hurt/Comfort)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of loss. A lil angsty but soft (you know me :3)

“Hey, where’s Miguel?” you ask Jess as you walk into the dining hall. “I haven’t seen him all day, I need to go over mission reports with him but he wasn’t even in the monitoring room.”

Jess only shrugs, grabbing a bottle of water.

“Haven’t seen him either, he does that sometimes you know. Just disappears for a little while, he’s never told me why,” she replies. “It’d do you good to leave him alone, he’s been on edge all week.”

You cringe slightly as you think back to Monday when he hurled a mission folder at the wall after a new recruit had messed up, he refused to talk to anyone but Lyla that day.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say with a small smile, but Jess only looks at you knowingly.

“No you won’t,” she eyes you up and down.

“Oh, ye of little faith,” you reply, walking off. “See you later, Jess!”

As you walk through the halls, you begin to wonder what could be up with the leader of the Spider Society. While the two of you weren’t the closest, he trusted you more than he did most people here. Granted a lot of them were new, hell, the society itself had only been created a few months ago so it made sense.

But still.

Pulling out your phone, you glance at the date; ‘June 11th’. All of a sudden your face falls as you recognize the significance of today.

When Miguel had first talked to you about the Spiderverse, and his mission to protect each and every multiverse and its canon events he had shown you the consequences of not ensuring everything progressed as it needed.

He had gotten so mad at you that day because you refused to follow his cause simply because he had told you to. It just didn’t make sense to you how a single event, a single choice could cause the elimination of an entire universe.

That’s when he showed you himself the consequences of those minute choices. You watched in horror as Lyla projected the downfall of the universe he had travelled to. How all those people simply…disappeared without a trace.

At the corner of the screen, a single date; 06/11/2020.

You had to find him.

Finding him was much easier said than done. Clearly, he wasn’t anywhere at HQ so you start looking around his universe, places he mentioned in passing, places you thought he might like. For a few hours you search to no avail, and before long the sun was beginning to set.

The tiredness was starting to settle into your bones. Maybe this was the universe telling you to back off, for your own good.

That was until out of the corner of your eye you see a single blue speck on the edge of the tallest building in Nueva York. Call it intuition, or maybe your spidey sense but the moment you spot it you knew it was him.

Immediately you begin making your way over, slinging across the city, building to building. You never got sick of this feeling; you couldn’t place a finger on what it was. Freedom? Maybe. All you knew was that as the wind whipped by, cities and skylines in your view, that was when you were at your happiest.

But before long you begin to falter.

What would you even say to him? What could you say? ‘Oh hey, sorry about your old universe. Wanna talk about it?’ Miguel wasn’t one to just talk, especially about something as vulnerable as how he was feeling.

But…he also didn’t deserve to be alone either.

Reaching the top of the building, you huff slightly as you try to catch your breath (superhuman powers be damned, you try scaling a building).

There at the top, you see his broad shoulders hunched over, curled in on himself as his legs dangle off the side of the ledge. Then his back straightens as he senses you, whirling around with an irritated expression on his face.

“What are you doing here,” he says sharply, eyes narrowed in your direction. You have to fight the urge to shrink down in your spot under his gaze. “The whole point of someone disappearing without a word is usually because they want to be alone.”

“Or they just don’t know how to ask for help, so instead they wallow in their pain and force themselves to be alone because they think they can’t depend on anyone else but themselves,” you counter.

He only scoffs, turning away from you.

“I didn’t ask for a psychoanalysis, go be a therapist to someone who actually wants one,” he says, but you both knew the truth; he would rather die than depend on anyone but himself.

“I’m just saying,” you mutter, sitting down by his side much to his dismay. “I mean, I would know.” And it was true, you did. Always a listener to everyone else’s problems, the last thing you wanted to be was a burden. So before you could be, you slinked away to hide in the comfort of yourself.

He doesn’t say anything to that, opting to continue looking down at the city below. Softly, you sigh.

“I…I think I know why you’re here,” you say hesitantly, and immediately he visibly tenses before glaring at you.

“You don’t know anything,” he says lowly, daring you to say anything more, and despite everything in you screaming to turn away, to stop now, you continued.

“We’ve all gone through loss here, Miguel…” you whisper. “I understand.”

“You have no idea what loss is,” he says sharply, talons digging into the edge of the roof. “To watch as an entire world, an entire universe fall apart in the palm of your hand.” His voice cracks almost imperceptibly at that, but you notice. You always do.

“You have no idea what it’s like to see the ones you love most disintegrate because of your own actions, so you don’t get to say anything,” he seethes, his blood-red eyes darkened.

“You know damn fucking well we’ve all lost people Miguel, some more than others but the pain of loss accompanies all of us,” you say, feeling the anger rise in you as he blatantly brushes off everything you and the rest of the Spider Society of gone through. What everyone had to go to, to follow the canon he valued so greatly. But you don’t let it reach the edge, instead, you take a deep breath.

“Look, what I’ve been trying to say is that it's difficult to carry the weight of the world, let alone the weight of millions upon millions of multiverses. All I’m saying is that you don’t always have to do it alone,” you finish softly.

Hesitantly, you reach out for his hand with your own, but pull it back at the last second when he glances down at it.

Letting out a sigh, you continue.

“You don’t always have to keep it to yourself y’know,” you urge gently. “I may not have the power to bring them back, or the solutions to your problems, but I am always here to listen. As to whether you are willing to share, well, that’s up to you.”

For a moment he doesn’t say anything, instead only watching the sun as it sets on the horizon. Then, he seems to contemplate something for a split second before he leans his head on yours.

“I know,” he says quietly, and you feel your heart skip a beat, growing steadily in rhythm as something unfamiliar blooms in you.

“…thank you,” he says, pausing as though he was going to say something more but decides against it. Instead, he only looks into your eyes for a moment as you look into his.

What you find are the unsaid words that someday, he might be able to say.

“Let’s get back to base.”

A/N: Hi! Back again, sorry this is so different from my past two Miguel works, but I came up with this idea at work (oops) and had to get it down on paper. Hope you enjoyed~ (And don't worry, more fluff is coming soon :3)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o hara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderverse #marvel

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copper-16 · 3 months

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We Can't Figure Out What It Means

When Elena starts asking for something with a word that doesn't make any sense, Mapi and Ingrid enlist the help of their teammates to figure it out.

(a/n: I feel like so many of my stories are so angsty that getting to just sit here and write tooth ROTTING fluff is healing me a little inside. Anyways. Please enjoy :)

Ingrid and Mapi typically brought Elena to training one day a week with them. It wasn’t hard to have the baby at the training ground when everyone there wanted to hold her and say hello, but the two Barcelona players still worried that she would get in the way if she came too often.

Nevermind the fact that everyone's faces lit up the minute that Elena came in through the door, or that there was genuinely always someone ready to hold the little girl. All of the Barcelona girls absolutely adored Mapi and Ingrid’s daughter, and she was admittedly making the baby fever run rampant throughout the team, though nobody else had acted on that urge just yet.

Elena had missed the last few weeks at training due to various conflicts that had kept the little girl away, so when Mapi pulled her little Barcelona jersey that she always wore to the training ground out in the morning, the baby was immediately shrieking in excitement. Because as much as the Barcelona girls loved Elena, she loved them just as much.

They managed to get everyone dressed, fed, and out the door in a surprisingly easy fashion. Elena was a relatively simple and easygoing baby, and when she knew they were headed to the training ground she was always on her best behavior, excited about what was to come.

Ingrid turned the radio on a low setting as Mapi drove them toward the training center, with Elena babbling away in the back happily.

“Oh yeah? How about that!” Mapi hummed as Elena continued to talk away, none of her words really making sense but remaining insistent nonetheless. She was at the age where she was starting to say some actual words, but for the most part she was still just getting out sounds and hums without much rhyme or reason to them.

But Mapi encouraged it anyway, having read in a baby book that it was good for development either way. Ingrid looked back at their little girl with a soft smile, reaching back to brush some of her sandy blonde curls away from her face.

Elena giggled happily at her as they pulled into the parking lot, both women getting out as Mapi went to grab their daughter while Ingrid got their stuff.

The Spaniard had just hauled the little girl out of her car seat before Elena was twisting in her arms, gesturing to the ground.

“Mami, walk?” Elena asked, her voice light and hopeful. Mapi smiled as she nodded, letting her down and holding out her hand for Elena to grasp. She started to toddle forward, gripping the brunette’s hand with iron clad strength as she ventured forward on unsteady little legs.

Ingrid had two bags over her shoulders, one for her and her wife and one for Elena, but she watched the scene in front of her with thinly veiled horror. She knew that their daughter needed to learn to walk, knew that it was important for her to practice, but it still made her nervous. She didn’t want her to get hurt, or for something to happen to her.

“Ingrid, she needs to walk,” Mapi reminded the Norwegian softly, having looked back to see the anxiety painted across her wifes features. Ingrid softens slightly, swallowing thickly and nodding with uncertainty, as though she was trying to convince herself of the brunette’s words.

“Right, no I know, I just…I worry that something is going to happen to her,” Ingrid admits, watching as Elena stumbles slightly, but thanks to her connection with Mapi’s hand the Spaniard can keep her upright, looking back at her fellow defender with a look that reeked of ‘I told you so.’

“She is going to be fine, princesa, I promise. Plus, she is so close to the ground, how could she possibly hurt herself that badly!” The Spaniard argued, and Ingrid’s expression soured in the face of her wifes logic, and she held her hand up grumpily.

“You’re close to the ground,” Ingrid argued, and Mapi rolled her eyes with a smile, preparing to say something back when Elena piped up from below them.

“Le?” She asked, her eyes big and hopeful as she looked at her mothers. Both of them frowned, looking from the baby to one another.

“Do you know what ‘le’ is?” The Norwegian asked in a hushed tone, and Mapi could do nothing but shrug slightly, shaking her head.

“I have no idea what ‘le’ is,” she admitted, and upon hearing the word spoken again Elena said it a little louder this time, looking even more hopeful than before. Unable to find an answer, the three of them made their way into the facility anyways. With the chaos of everything, the center back was quick to pick her baby up, ignoring Elena’s protests that she could walk.

The little girl’s upset was forgotten the minute they made their way into the locker room, replaced with pure excitement at seeing everyone. The whole team was there, with the exception of a few of the injured players who were in the gym already, working on their rehab.

“Jay! Jay!” Elena half cheered-half shrieked as they approached Mapi’s locker, and the baby was promptly reaching for Jana as they arrived next to her.

“Hi Elena” The younger defender cheered, plucking the little girl from her fellow defenders arms and wrapping her in a hug. “Oh I missed you!”

Elena giggled into the defender's chest, making herself comfortable for a moment before she poked her head up, looking around at everyone. Most of the other girls were already changed, and Mapi and Ingrid were quick to do the same as everyone flocked to Jana to greet the little girl. They had missed seeing her the last few weeks, and she was equally thrilled to see everyone again.

The sandy blonde girl allowed for herself to be passed around to everyone, letting all of them press gentle kisses to her cheeks as she babbled and giggled with excitement.

It was when she ended up in Mariona’s arms that she looked around, a wrinkle appearing in her brow. When she doesn’t see the answer to her concern in the locker room, Elena turns to Mariona, her little eyebrows furrowed together.

“Le?” Elena asks again, and Mariona feels a wave of confusion settling over her as she looks toward Mapi and Ingrid. The Norwegian and Spaniard looked at their daughter and then back to each other again.

“What’s ‘le’?” The forward asked, and Mapi shook her head once more.

“We can’t figure out what it means!” The brunette explained earnestly, more than a little lost on the meaning of what Elena kept asking for.

“Le? Like Leah? Or Lia?” Keira suggested, turning toward Mariona for an answer. But the forward immediately shook her head, bouncing the baby as she answered.

“She’s never met either of those people,” Mariona pointed out, and the midfielder deflated as she realized that the Spanish woman was right.

“Maybe she means…Frido? Le, as in like Fridolina?” Aitana suggested, and all of them looked at each other in agreement, considering that it is a good idea. “I believe she is on the pitch already, if we want to go out!”

The rest of the team made their way out toward the pitch for practice, with Ingrid carrying Elena as they walked. The baby played with her mothers thick, long ponytail as they walked, keeping herself as entertained as possible.

“Frido!” Ingrid called out as they came closer, and Elena perked up at the mention of her godmother.

“Fro-fro!” Elena clapped her hands together as Frido ran over, ignoring Ingrid entirely in favor of the baby in her arms.

“Elena!” The blonde cried as Ingrid rolled her eyes, her hands coming to rest on her hips.

“I’m right here too, don’t you know?” Ingrid pointed out, but her Swedish friend simply shrugged, settling Elena on her hip.

“I saw you yesterday. I haven’t seen my guddotter in weeks!” Frido exclaimed, bouncing Elena up and down as she tickled the little girl's belly. Elena doubled over in laughter, and everyone couldn’t help but look over, completely entranced with the happy little girl.

When she had finally caught her breath, Elena looked up at Frido with an expectant expression.

“Le?” She asked once more, and Ingrid dropped her head into her hands as everyone groaned. Frido looked around in confusion, asking what was going on.

“We can’t figure out for the life of us what ‘le’ is!” Keira explained as understanding washed over the Swedish forward. She looked down at the little girl, who was looking around as though she was trying to find whatever ‘le’ happened to be.

“She looks like she’s looking for something. Maybe whatever ‘le’ is, is out here?” Frido tries, and since nobody else can come up with a better answer, they decide to take that course of action.

So while the entire team warms up, they decide that the best course of action is to just show Elena everything that they’re working with, in the hopes of getting to the bottom of what ‘le’ is.

Patri shows her a medicine ball, and the little girl slaps her hands against it but is otherwise uninterested, allowing the midfielder to boop the top of her head before she leaves her alone.

Esme picks her up as she and Salma walk the little girl over to a pole that is stuck into the ground. Salma shakes it slightly, while Esme points to it, trying to capture Elena’s attention. But the baby is entirely uninterested, instead reaching for Salma in lieu of engaging with the pole. The young forward is quick to make an exit, more than a little scared at the prospect of being left alone with the baby, or having to hold her. It was a running joke that Elena loved Salma, but the young forward consistently panicked whenever the little girl was around, having never really done anything with babies before in her life.

Marta and Lucy tag team showing her first the big goal, and then the little ones they use in practice. Lucy sets her up with a ball and Marta holds both of her hands as Elena steps into the ball, trying to kick it and sending it rolling forward a coupon of centimeters into the goal.

The English woman immediately snatches the baby up, holding her up and running around in celebration with excitement until she receives a telling off in the form of Ingrid shouting Lucy! Put my baby down!

Mapi quickly collects Elena, and with Irene’s help she shows her the foam rollers and step up blocks, but nothing appears to catch the little one’s attention. She asks each person she is with “Le?” and none of them have a good enough answer for her in her little mind.

All of the girls have resigned themselves to the fact that they aren’t going to figure out what the baby is talking about, when they end up actually getting their answer.

The girls have just broken from their water break, and Elena was grabbed by Keira and taken away from her blanket and toys to go hang out with the team instead. The baby was settled on the grass, patting it happily as Mapi sat with her, doing the same. Ingrid smiled down at the two of them, unable not to see the qualities of her wife inside of their daughter in times like this as they both greeted the grass together with big smiles.

Mapi gets distracted looking back at Irene, who is asking her a question about something they’ve been doing, that she entirely misses the way that Elena’s face lights up as she gets to her feet, noticing something in the distance.

She can’t really run yet, but that doesn’t stop Elena from taking off at a fast toddle away from the group, her shriek of joy getting everyone’s attention.

“LE!” Elena exclaimed loudly, her feet moving fast in her quest as everyone turned to see what was going on.

“Elena!” Alexia ran toward the little girl, ignoring the slight protest of her knee as she bent down and scooped the baby up, holding her tightly to her chest. Elena practically melted into the blonde, wrapping her arms around her godmother's neck. The captain had been in the gym all day doing rehab for her knee discomfort, but she had decided to come out on a break to say hello to Elena and everyone else.

Everyone at the water cooler let out a collective ohhh as they all realized that Elena meant ‘le’ as in ‘Alexia.’ The Barcelona captain tilted her head to the side in confusion, still holding the little girl's body tightly to her own.

“What is going on?” Alexia asked, not understanding what all of her teammates seemed to be talking about.

“Elena has been asking for you all day, but all she’s been saying is ‘le,’ so none of us knew what she was talking about until you walked out here,” Mapi explained as Elena leaned back slightly, reaching up to gently poke at Alexia’s cheek.

“Le!” She babbled, looking from the captain to her Mami with a pleased expression. Everyone around them looked at the two with wide smiles, as Elena pressed herself into Alexia with a big smile spread across her cheeks.

“Did you miss your Tia Alexia?” Mapi asks, reaching forward to poke the little girl's belly. Elena nodded as twisted away from her Mami and further into the Spanish captain, and Alexia simply turned her body away from the defender before she started jogging away.

“Nope, nope, Elena is all mine!” Alexia yelled back at Mapi, Elena babbling away at her happily as Mapi chased after the two of them. The little girl clung tightly to the blonde, but she smiled back at the Spanish defender as she chased after the pair, calling out.

“Hey, wait a minute! Bring back my baby!”

#mapi leon #ingrid engen #ingrid x mapi x daughter #woso #barcelona femeni #alexia putellas #irene paredes #fridolina rolfö #mariona caldentey #keira walsh #salma paralluelo #lucy bronze #marta torrejon #patri guijarro

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gold rush

Theodore Nott x fem!reader

summary: loving Theo in secret was not something you had ever planned

word count: 5k

warnings: swearing, no use of y/n, no assigned House (reader isn’t a Slytherin tho :/ ), not proofread , alcohol consumption , sexual themes (but for like a sec)

ao3 & main masterlist

Stolen kisses in broom closets, hidden touches in-between classes, laying alone together in the astronomy tower or the room of requirement; that was your relationship with Theo.

A relationship his father, his peers, no one from the magical society he associated with would approve. Of course you knew that when everything started, and that is why you curse yourself now; minutes from the Ball all your friends are attending, dressed in a beautiful gown you picked, crying your eyes out for the love story you will never have with the person you want most.

But let’s take this from the start

You two have known each other since your first year, you met him on the train; a quiet boy, with curious eyes.

When you said goodbye to your parents and boarded the Hogwarts Express you were filled with excitement and fear. Overwhelmed by the many unknown faces you came across, you quickly ran to the first quiet room you could find and that is how stumbled across Theo. You were shy at first but introduced yourself.

“Theodore Nott”, he responded, with a tone too formal for a boy his age, that you think about it now and laugh.

He shared his sweets with you and you told him everything you knew about Hogwarts. Its founders, the architecture of the castle, the stories written about the Forest and the Lake. He showed interest, explained how the stories are fake and you shouldn't believe in everything you read but then, feeling sorry for spoiling your favorite stories and myths, he told you about the ghosts of the castle and their stories.

He said he wanted to be sorted in Slytherin, make his father proud; and secretly he wished you would be sorted there too so he would spend more time with you.

After arriving at Hogwarts, and entering the Great Hall you and Theo got separated, but you were too thrilled with everything around you to care. It was everything you had imagined and so so much more!

He was indeed sorted into Slytherin and for some reason you felt happy for him. He was quickly welcomed by the other Slytherins, the older seemed intimidating and the ones your age scared you just as much. But he didn’t mind them, he looked like he belonged there with them, laughing and introducing himself, making friends that would have his back.

You could not help but feel a sting of hurt inside you, not knowing why then. All that faded into nothing after you got sorted into your House. Laughs and cheers welcomed you as you sat at your table, shaking hands and hugging your classmates, you felt at home. Then the feast began and life took off quicker than you could have imagined.

As the years passed you and Theo barely talked. He was friends with people you never liked, or understood. You hated the way they thought themselves better than others, or how they would put your friends down, because of their House or blood status.

They never messed with you,maybe it was because you were quiet; insignificant to them, never talked back, not much of a threat. That is what you considered yourself.

Well, until things got bad.

One night after a study session with Hermione, in the library, both exhausted but content with yourselves, you stumbled across Theo and his friends, in the halls.

The usual came up, the word mudblood now something ordinary for you to hear. Everything went on as it always did, voices raised, stupid jinxes threat to be hexed, until Pansy decided she wanted to have more fun and cast an Incarcerous at Hermione.

“Get used to it mudblood, soon we will have you and your kind just like this”, she shouted.

The look on Hermione's face told you that for the first time in her life she was scared, felt defeated. The boys had stopped laughing and the expression on Theo’s face was unreadable to you; shocked and embarrassed?

You felt an anger you had not felt in a long time, not since the first time you heard about blood purity, Voldemort and his beliefs; face flushed and hands nearly shaking from anger you cast and Expelliarmus at Pansy and then sent a Bombarda her way that had her flying across the hallway.

After casting a Finite Incantatem and freeing Hermione you went up to Pansy, now being dragged up by Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini and shouted:

“How miserable and pathetic are you really that you have to act this way? Did your parents sell you off to a rich, pureblood wizard, Dumbledores age that you have to take it out on us?”

Pansys face changed many colours, before opening her mouth to shout, “How dare y-”

“Enough.” Theo cut her off, speaking for the first time that night. His voice serious and louder than you had ever heard it be.

“Come on, let’s go, curfew will begin soon”, Draco mumbled and they all left, Theo being the last one to walk away, his gaze fixed on yours, eyes speaking many things- none of them clear to you.

You paid more attention to him now, noticed the way he looked and acted. How he never raised his hand in class, but always knew the answer. He paid attention to many things simultaneously. He was a skilled wizard, that much you could admit; there was no spell in class that he could not perform, his potions always came out perfect and the way he flew was impressive.

He was also handsome, tall figure, brown messy hair, he would occasionally run his hair through, and green eyes you could get lost in forever. These things didn’t mean anything to you, of course not, you were just being honest and fair, he was smart and beautiful, but also a Slytherin and member of the Sacred 28.

Beginning of 6th year, some teachers agreed to take certain measures to deal with House rivalry. One of them being, mixed seating charts. As if Slytherins and Gryffindors sitting together for one hour per day will be enough to end the Wizarding Wars that have lasted so many years.

Your ‘partners’ were students you were on good terms with, some of them your friends and others classmates you were mere acquaintances with. There was one class though, Potions with Slughorn to be exact, where you were seated with Theodore Nott.

At first you hated the idea, dreading the awkward hours you would have to spend with him, judging you for cutting up ingredients with the wrong technique or not stirring your potion thoroughly; all these thoughts made you feel inadequate and self-conscious.

But you decided to get over yourself, ignore Theo and his remarks as best as you could and study hard to prove yourself to him. And that would be 6th year for you. Oh how wrong you were.

You had decided, Tuesday was the worst day of the week. Too many classes, too much homework, far too many extra curricular activities you foolishly had decided to take up and worst of all the dining hall served your least favorite foods, all together that day.

Immediately after waking up, you looked forward to getting into bed, after a nice hot shower and relaxing until falling into a deep peaceful sleep; but unfortunately that would have to wait. First class of the day was History of Magic, and todays subject would be “the 14th Century Wizarding Economic Bubble” -as if anyone cares about this, you thought to yourself.

After many failed tries at focusing in class and pay attention at professor Binns, you gave up and let your mind wander to many distant places, how you would spend your weekend, when your next Hogsmeade trip would be and what items you couldn’t wait to buy from the shops there; suddenly you felt the person sitting next to you smacking your arm in attempt to wake you up from your daydreaming. You gave her a confused look and then heard Binns call out your name, you slowly turned your head to him with a guilty expression on your face.

“So she can hear, great news, doesn't everyone agree?”

A few Slytherins laughed at that, but he quickly continued and said: “Enough now, would you be so kind and answer my question?”

“I am sorry sir”, you stammered, “Could you repeat the question?”

“Very well, remind us please what event lead to the Economic Bubble of the 14th century.”

Fuck me, thought, you had no idea what the answer was, and couldn’t really improvise. You looked around the classroom, embarrassed and not wanting to look anyone in the eyes, and let out a curse of “ummmm”s and “give me a minute”s.

Then, your eyes landed on Theo, who was looking at you so closely that you wanted to Incendio yourself and escape this mess; he was judging how stupid you were, and at that thought you felt your cheeks heating, after a few seconds you realized he was mouthing something at you, the words “1378” and “Soap Blizzard” being repeated slowly and silently.

The Soap Blizzard of 1378 you realized, but couldn't bring yourself to say it. You didn’t like the feeling of being pitied by Theodore Nott that he helped you in class, and you also didn’t want him to think you needed his help or anyones for that matter.

You turned your head and looked at Professor Binns, calm now and serious.

“I don’t know sir.”, you exclaimed, eyes blank and looking forward.

“I’m sorry to hear that, that will be 5 points from your house, mister Longbottom, care to answer the question?”

Class continued, but Theos eyes never leaving your figure, looking puzzled and disappointed.

Your last class of the day had finally come; Potions. Professor Slughorn had explained to you the method to create todays potion and it was your turn now to brew it.

You were chopping up dragon scales when Theo, interrupted you;

“You should cut them up a little smaller, like this.”

“Nott, I don't remember asking for your input. Brew your potion and let me brew mine.” you answer annoyed, picking up from where you had left form, ignoring Theodores advice (even if it was correct).

He scoffed and said “I just wanted to help, but you are so bloody stubborn that-”

“That what? I don't need help from you, I don’t want to owe you anything and I don't even trust you.”

“Impossible, that is what you are.”, he said with a sigh

“Excuse me, have you given me any reason to not be cautious around you? Do you remember who your friends are and what pretentious bullshit you believe in? Superficial, that is what you are.”

“And you are not superficial? You don't know me, yet you judge me for my friends and my family.”

“Better than judging you for your blood status.”

“I never-”

“Mr. Nott, if I may disrupt this interesting conversation with your classmate, your potion is fuming and the noise you are making is distracting the rest of your classmates, please now, stop chatting and continue.”, Slughorn said, not in the mood to put up with loud teenagers.

You rolled your eyes at his “Yes, of course sir. We apologize” and then resumed your work.

Your interactions with Theo shifted from utter silence to snark remarks, him calling you “a stubborn and pompous witch” and you responding with the occasional scoff, eye roll, threat to jinx him or all three.

Unfortunately came the day when Professor Slughron assigned you to brew “Dreamless Sleep Potion”, a difficult task that you had to complete with Theo. This meant you would have to spend most of your free time, two or three days a week with him, but at least your chances at perfecting this potion were extremely high.

The first few weeks you didn’t really talk to eachother, just did what you had to do, kept notes and then bid each other goodnight. Then you realized he could be civil if he wanted to, so you talked about basic stuff; bonded over the boring classes you hated, complained about Transfiguration homework and discussed Quidditch games. After a few more weeks, he began walking you back to your dorm, not wanting to disrupt the conversation you were having and you let him.

One night, both of you sat at a classrooms floor facing eachother, exhausted from the worked you had done, you asked him a question.

“You are nothing like your friends, w-why are you even friends with them?”

He looked at you and smiled, then looked back down at his fingers and toyed with the signature Slytherin ring her always wore.

“We are more similar than you think”, he says playfully.

“You are a bigger asshole than you seem or are they kinder than they look?”, you answer, not backing down, challenging him with sparkling eyes.

“So I am kind?”, he smirks avoiding the question.

“Shut up.”, you roll your eyes smiling.

“They are my family, they- they mean more to me than my real family does. I can't leave them, don't really want to.”

You turn your eyes to look at him closely, disappointed by his answer, but you have to admit that you understand him. Your friends are like family to you too. You don't know what you would do without them.

You then feel guilty, you have heard of Theos situation; his mother having passed early on, giving birth to him, his father being a bitter man, who blamed his son for his wife's death. Escaping that situation and finding people who love him and have his back, no matter what, at last you don't find it that odd- him being friends with them.

“Makes sense”, you say, sincerely.

You walk back together that night, silence settling on you two, but not the awkward one; the peaceful one, where you are content and relaxed with the other person, just by being around them, not needing noise to fill out the void between you two.

You think about him as you doze off in bed and the thoughts put a smile on your face.

Ravenclaws knew how to throw a party. Maybe it was because of their ridiculously expensive and rare alcohol, or their choice in music. Maybe it is because their Common Room looks absolutely insane lit up and full of teenagers getting drunk and dancing like crazy; either way Racenclaw parties are a must. That is what your friends tell you. For one night students put away their differences and get absolutely smashed together.

And that is how you ended up on a Saturday night, with a glass of firewhiskey in hand bobbing your head to the Weird Sisters and other rock bands.

“I am going to get a refill.”, your friends shout at you

Not bothering to open your eyes you shout “Alright”, and keep dancing. Moving your boy to the beat and feeling the music has always been something that you sought out. The freeing yourself aspect of it is what you love most; for once not caring what you look like or what others think of you.

After a few minutes of waiting for your friends and not finding them, you go to look for them. The room is dark and they are pretty drunk so you don’t blame them for disappearing. Instead you bump into a certain Slytherin you wished to see.

“Hello!” You shout out to Theo, smiling up at him, alcohol fueling you with courage, “decided to leave your lair for once?”

He laughs at that and replies “I was forced to come, this isn’t exactly my scene.”

“Oooh don’t tell me the Theodore Nott is too cool for a party like this” you say playfully, voice teasing him “are you more of a Ministry Ball type of man?”

He makes a face at that and says “Hate those even more actually”, “I just like something a bit more quiet”

And maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that you were both alone and you can forget your differences for just this moment, but you extend your hand to him and say, “Come on let’s go outside”, and maybe for the same reasons as you, he accepted.

He let you lead him outside, at a quiet space looking at the night sky.

You both remain quiet for a while, savoring the silence and serenity of the night.

"You were the first person I met.", you say softly before turning to look him in the eyes, "In Hogwarts, out first day, we spent the train ride together."

"You remember that?", he asks surprised

"Of course I do.", you answer "I was terrified when I stepped on that train. I-I was so scared that this image I had created in my mind about Hogwarts would turn out to be nothing like I had thought."

He looks at you, waiting for you to continue, to open up to him.

"I thought everyone would judge me and hate me- no one would ever truly accept me. Not even here.", you continue, staring at his eyes, voice filled with complain.

"But I stumbled across you and you were kind and you listened to me babble about Godric knows what. But you-you didn't make fun of me and you stayed with me. And all those years I've wondered if-if you did that out of politeness and perfect manners or-or because you liked me- my company.", you laugh at the end, embarrassed. Your cheeks have grown red and hot and you can't look him in the eyes anymore.

"I am babbling still, nothing has changed after all these years."

You curse yourself for revealing all that to him, lowering your walls- letting him in. You don't know why you trust him, or if you should. Preparing yourself for the awkward response he will give you even better if he says nothing and just leaves, you think.

"I did like you", he says and snaps you out of your thoughts. You feel his hand on your shoulder, turning you to him.

You face each other now and his hand comes up to your jaw, thumb lightly stroking your skin.

"I do like you" he says, barely a whisper. And it stirs something in you, to slowly tip your face to his and he does the same.

You kiss each other, gently, as if both unsure and afraid to step into this new territory with eachother. But as time goes by you relax into the kiss, eyes closed, his hands in your face your at his shoulders; keeping close to one another. You let out a sound as you feel him open up your mouth, tasting you as he deepens the kiss.

You let go after a while, both out of breath

"I should get inside, I need to find my friends.", you say apologetically

"Alright, yeah, and I think I'm calling it a night.", he says, lips red and swollen, and hair a bit messed up from earlier.

You reach up and give him a quick kiss, sweet and filled with things you can yet put into words, "Goodnight." you whisper and he responds smiling "Goodnight.".

The next time you talk to him is at your Potion-brewing-dates in an empty classroom. It is a few hours after classes have ended. It is dark outside and you can hear the rain pouring outside.

You couldn't stop thinking about him after the kiss. Going to bed, with your hands inside your underwear pretending they are his, and the image of his face after you kissed him, glassy eyes and maroon lips.

You rush to the class you are supposed to meet him, a few minutes late- not something you typically do.

You open the door hastily, and say "I am sorry I am late."

He is waiting for you, arms crossed at his chest defensively, legs straight in front of him, back leaning on the wall, "It's alright.", he responds. "Shall we?", he points to the ingredients at the table.

You nod and get to work. Falling into silence both busy with what you are doing.

After an hour, while waiting for the potion to brew you are found sitting down, your legs crossed and arms leaning on top of your knees; his back being supported by the wall across from you while his legs are sprawled out in front of him.

You look at eachother, both silently daring the other person yo make the first move- say something about the kiss- or anything at all.

You are the one to break the silence, "Do you regret kissing me?", you ask scared.

"No.", he responds and then asks, "Did you hate it?" now him being the one to sound scared, self-conscious, not typical of him.

"No", you respond by shaking your head, and then having found the courage you ask what you most want to know, "Do you still like me?"

"Yes." he exclaims, with a sigh, not comfortable with sharing his emotions, being this vulnerable with someone.

You smile and then move to straddle him. "I like you too.", you say.

His body is now between your legs and your hands find purchase on his shoulders as you kiss him deeply. He sighs and closes his eyes as he kisses you back; his hands roaming down your back, tugging and holding you close.

You stay like that, kissing and eliciting sounds out of one another, until the noise the potion makes after being brew scares you and you have to pull back. You laugh at eachother, Slughorns assignment completely forgotten.

You both get terrible grades in Potions, but couldn't care less.

After that, you can't get enough of eachother, always craving each others touch. He drags you into empty broom closets and kisses you in between classes. You sneak out and meet him at the astronomy tower, holding back noises every night- not wanting to get caught. after Quidditch matches he pulls you into the showers with him; one hand on your mouth and his other inside of you.

He knows you now. Knows exactly what to do in order to drive you insane, get you to lose control. Savors the sounds you make as he whispers praises in your ear every time he moves inside of you aor when he kisses the spot underneath your ear. You love how he orders you to open your eyes and look at him everytime you come undone, because of him.

But you also know how to turn him into clay, what buttons to push to make him lose himself to you. You know now, that it turns him absolutely crazy when you turn your eyes to look into his when you take him in your mouth and you love to feel his reactions when you say his name as you move with him inside of you.

You are his and he is yours, but only in secret.

You lay on top of him now, face nestled on the spot under his jaw, breathing him in, your hand drawing patterns on his chest and his hand running up and down your spine.

"We should get going." he says, with his eyes closed and with a smile that still hasn't left his face.

You always hate it when this moment comes, how you have to go back to acting like strangers, not saying anything when he sits next to you in class, or when his friends are around.

You hate the anger you feel when you see him talking to other girls, knowing you have no right to these feelings, because you have chosen this. This, being something you don't even know how to call.

"Why do you even care? We are just fucking", you had shouted one night, angry at him for showing he cared when he found you crying in an empty classroom over something ridiculously insignificant. You knew it wasn't true later that night; your back hitting the bookshelves as he took you over and over again, with his voice in your ear whispering "you are mine" over and over again until you came.

You remember that now, as you are dressing up and getting ready to leave him and it hurts how you are only his here, closed off from the world and the people that clearly mean more to him than you do.

"The Ball is next week.", you say, hopeful he will skip it or jokingly ask you to go with him.

"Yeah, you have a date yet?", he asks as he puts on his tie.

"No, you?", you respond, curious and hoping- wishing for him to say no.

"I think I'll go with Daphne", he replies and continues after pausing to look at your reaction to his words. "It's like a tradition".

"Oh.", is the only think that comes out of your mouth. You hate yourself for feeling like this, second best, not even a choice you realize. You are just something for him to play with in his free time.

Eventually he will grow bored of you and move on with a girl his father approves for him. Someone like Daphne, rich, pureblood, a Slytherin, with great manners and parents who raised her to be proper and civil.

The worst thing is that Daphne is actually nice. She has never said anything bad about other Houses, made comments on blood purity, she is smart and beautiful and kind. She is someone who would make Theo happy and that makes you sick.

As you walk over to the door, ready to leave him and run straight to your dorm room and cry your eyes out he asks, "What is wrong?"

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”, you exclaim loudly, trying to convince yourself as well as him.

“Don’t do this, not over something so stupid like the Ball.”, he says, startled after what you just confessed.

“It isn't about the Ball, I can't feel like your whore Theo, I want something more. You don’t get to have your fun with me and then hide me away, like there is something wrong with me.”, you say crying now, hating yourself for letting your emotions show.

“Like you would be proud to be with me around your friends? The ones who call me and my family Death Eaters?”, he replies annoyed and shaking his head.

“Are they wrong? Have you seen the way you and your friends treat them? Treat anyone who isn't a pure blooded Slytherin? Have you thought that maybe, everything you have been told in your life needs to be thought, checked? That you need to rethink your values? You can't stand and do nothing when people have died because of your beliefs!”, you shout at him, knowing that not everything you are saying is true. You know you are being unfair and hurtful; but you want him to also feel the ache in your chest.

“You knew who I was before we started this, why did you start this with me? Did you think you would change me? Fix me? Did you think I would drop everything to be with you? Well, I will not.”, he says. His voice is stern and cold, as if you two are strangers once again.

“Fine”, you say, “Goodbye.” you shout walking away, not bothering to look him in the eyes.

The next few weeks are unbearable.

Every time you see Theo you feel your insides turning, your heart leaping out of your chest, tearing into pieces. You see him laugh with his friends, with other girls, acting as if nothing has changed in his life. As if what you had was minuscule, meaningless. As if you were just another girl, disposable.

You feel betrayed, mostly by yourself, for allowing you to let him in, trust him, trust that what you had was as important to him as it was to you.

And what did you have?

Stolen kisses in broom closets, hidden touches in-between classes, laying alone together in the astronomy tower or the room of requirement; that was your relationship with Theo. A relationship his father, his peers, no one from the magical society he associated with would approve.

Of course you knew that when everything started, and that is why you curse yourself now; minutes from the Ball all your friends are attending, dressed in a beautiful gown you picked, crying your eyes out for the love story you will never have with the person you want most.

Your friends forced you to dress up, snap out of whatever was happening that you didn’t want to tell them. They helped you fix your hair, put on makeup and jewelry, get a beautiful gown from Hogsmeade; all ready. Dance, drink and forget; that is what they told you.

Dance, drink and forget, then; that is what you will do.

As you enter the Great Hall, Theo is nowhere to be found. Good, you think, for all you care he could sulk on his own, down at his pathetic common room, with his depressing friends.

While heading to the dance floor you spot Daphne Greengrass swaying with Blaise Zabini, odd you think but decide to ignore any more thoughts that could lead to Theo.

You hug your friends after you find them and let them lead you to the dance floor.

You laugh and sway to the music, carefree, until you see him enter. His hair is messed up and his tie is tied up as if he did it in a hurry.

When he sees you he comes running, bumping into classmates on the way to you, shouting apologies left and right.

He stands before you now, breathing heavily, pupils blown out, skin flushed, hands moving nervously. You realize he isn't wearing his ring and that confuses you even more than him, standing here, in front of you and the whole school.

“I was wrong”, he says, looking at you sincerely, his green eyes sweet and kind once again.

“About what?”, you ask thunderstruck, afraid to move or speak, scared that everything will disappear.

“I would drop everything for you, I-I will do it. Ask me anything and it is yours. I am yours.”, he confesses.

And you want to tell him to stop, take it all back, he can still pretend nothing is going on between you, he doesn't have to ruin his life for you. Because no matter what you think of his friends and family, he loves them and they make him happy. That is all you want for him, to be happy.

“No Theo, you don't have to do this. I don't care about it anymore, I am sorry we fought. I am sorry, you were right; I was jealous and insecure, but it doesn't matter now. I just want you to be happy, and I don't care anymore if they make you happy and not me. I can live with that.”, you say to him. Hoping he understands how you feel about him, that you love him, truly.

“You. You make me happy. And I want to be happy with you, I don't care who sees, I don't care what they say. I want everyone to know I love you. I want them to know”. he says, smiling and holding your face in his hand, gentle and steady.

You can only smile and say “I love you too.”

And you don't see Pansy smacking Draco in the arm and then pointing at you; or your friends coughing up and spitting out their drinks. You don't see Daphne Greengrass whispering I told you to Blaises ear.

No, you don't see all that, because you and Theo kiss eachother for the first time after all those weeks, and it is as if you two are the only people in this world.

fin

SORRY FOR MISTAKES, I WAS TOO BORED TO READ THIS AGAIN AND ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

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read 'em and weep #5

you're acting weird. Eddie decides to do something about it.

Chapter 5 Eddie x Bookworm!Reader Series Read Ch. 4 -> Here!

Contains: Eddie x Reader, fem!bookworm!reader, mix of fluff & angst, romantic gestures, idiots in love, communication breakthrough, shy babies working out some kinks. No mention of reader's appearance, no use of y/n. Warnings: Discussion of Eddie's past, mentions of poverty, drug use, allusion to violence. Mentions of food & eating. Word Count: 4.5k sometimes I think I make him too soft in this series, but I can't help myself. are you guys tired of lovesick!eddie yet???

Eddie wakes up late on Sunday — it’s well after noon when he rises from bed with a sticky yawn in his throat and sleep in his eyes. In his rumpled t-shirt and boxers, hair a tangled mess, he pads down the hallway and into the kitchen, where Wayne is dropping scoops of pancake batter into a sizzling pan on the stove.

“Mornin’, Ed.”

“G’morning,” Eddie grunts back. He plops into one of the seats at the tiny table, rubbing his eyes.

“Sleep okay?”

“Like a rock.”

Wayne nods approvingly. “Figured as much. I could hear ya from the living room.”

Eddie scrunches his face in annoyance. “You could not.”

His uncle smiles, mirth buried in his whiskers.

“Well, you deserve a good night’s sleep. You’re always out and about these days.”

Wayne flips the last pancake, lets it cook, then adds it to the stack he’s already piled up. He sets the plate of cakes and two cups of coffee onto the table, and takes a seat across from his nephew.

They begin to eat in silence. That’s not unusual, as Eddie has a tendency to inhale his food — the boy’s got a garbage disposal for a stomach — but he’s not scarfing it down the way he normally does. Instead, he pushes his breakfast around his plate in between taking small bites, looking moody.

Wayne pauses in between sips of coffee, #1 Uncle mug hovering halfway to his lips.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh…I think so. Yeah.”

Wayne raises an eyebrow skeptically at him. “You sound like you’re not sure.”

Eddie shifts uncomfortably in his seat, frowning at his pancakes.

He doesn’t want to push, lest Eddie shut him down completely, but Wayne’s curious. Sue him.

“Somethin’ happen with your girl last night?”

Eddie blushes and sits back in his seat, voice pained. “Wayne —”

“We don’t have to get all touchy-feely. It’s just a question,” he tells him sternly. “And believe it or not, kiddo, I have known a woman or two in my lifetime. I can give you advice if you need it, y’know. I’m not a eunuch.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose. “Gross, man.”

Wayne laughs, a gruff chuckle that reverberates around the small kitchen. Eddie smiles in spite of himself.

“So what’s the problem?”

Eddie drums a nervous rhythm against the table with his fingers, naked without their bulky rings. “I don’t know, really. She was just kinda weird yesterday.” He pauses for a moment, searching for the right word. “Distant.”

Wayne listens intently, fist tucked under his chin. “Distant how?”

Eddie fills his cheeks with air, and lets it out in a long, slow exhale. “Well, she was fine in the morning, but last night she was really quiet. Especially when we were alone, which I don’t understand.” If you’d been nervous to spend time with his friends, then he’d get it, but you seemed fine at Benny’s. It was before and after, when you were by yourselves, which strikes him as odd.

He gestures helplessly with his hands, words flowing faster now, confusion leaking into every syllable. “She’s usually really excited when she sees me. All happy and stuff, y’know? And we always talk a lot, but she hardly said a word to me. And at first I thought she just had a tough day at work, but then —” Eddie stops abruptly, clamping his mouth shut. I didn’t get hardly any kisses, he finishes miserably in his head.

Rather than verbalize the thought for Wayne, he just throws his arms up, letting his flailing limbs speak for themselves.

Wayne gives him a solemn nod, determined to keep his expression neutral. If he reacts too strongly either way, then Eddie might not feel so inclined to discuss his love life with him again. Ever the sensible one, he asks, “Did she have a tough day at work?”

Eddie looks sheepish. “That’s what she said,” he admits reluctantly.

“But you don’t believe her?”

Eddie’s bottom lip juts out petulantly. “It just didn’t feel like she wanted to be around me.” His face falls, and his voice becomes softer, the hurt more pronounced. “Like she couldn’t wait to get away.”

Wayne heaves a sigh, and thinks it over. “Personally, I think you’re readin’ too much into it,” he finally responds. “If she tells you she had a hard day, then she probably did.” He rubs his stubbly chin thoughtfully. “Although, you might be onto something there….”

Eddie’s face crinkles in despair, mouth falling open.

“Now, hang on,” Wayne adds hastily, seeing his kicked-puppy look. “I just mean to say, that you’ve been spendin’ an awful lot of time together, right? And you haven’t really known each other that long, but you’ve hardly gone a day this summer without seeing her. Maybe she’s runnin’ out of things to say to you,” he jokes.

Eddie clicks his tongue in distaste. “C’mon,” he complains.

“She might just need a little space, is all I’m sayin’.” The older man shrugs. “Doesn’t mean she doesn’t like you, or that she doesn’t wanna be around you. Just give her some breathing room. And then, in a few days, if you still feel like things are off, talk to her about it.”

Eddie squints at him. “Can I just do that?”

Wayne shakes his head in disbelief. “Boy, I swear,” he mumbles.

After breakfast, Eddie mulls over what his uncle told him. Now, he’s the first to admit that he doesn’t really know how to be a boyfriend, but goddamn it, he’s trying.

Is that his problem? Is he trying too hard?

Okay, fine, he’s a bit of a smother. But it’s difficult for him not to be; he’s spent far too long navigating life in this thankless town alone. Now that he’s finally found you, he can scarcely bring himself to let go, even for a second.

“Breathing room,” he mutters to himself. Fine. No biggie. He can deal with that.

For the next few days, Eddie resists the temptation to call you first, or visit you unannounced at work, which is a task that would be much easier to accomplish if you were giving him literally anything in return.

But you haven’t called. Not for an evening chat, which was customary on days he didn’t stop by the library. Not to check up on him, not to find out where he’s been, or why he hasn’t visited…it’s like nothing is out of the ordinary.

Evidently, you’re not missing him at all.

The phone has only rung twice so far this week. Once it was Henderson, and the other one was a telemarketer that he promptly hung up on. His ego took a huge hit every time he came home and asked, “Any calls for me?” and had to see Wayne shake his head no.

Disappointed, and overwhelmed by a creeping sense of dread, Eddie concludes that your radio silence could mean one of two things: either you just don’t feel the need to be around him as much as he does you, or he did something to upset you.

He can’t figure out which is worse. The internal debate plagues him morning and night as the days keep rolling by.

Up until now, you haven’t seemed to mind his clinginess. If anything you were nearly always overjoyed to see him — so much so that it startled him, and he often found himself looking back over his shoulder, to see if there was someone else standing behind him that you were smiling at instead. Has the novelty of Eddie Munson worn off so quickly? It didn’t seem like you, so kind and attentive towards him, but who was he to expect you to want to be with him twenty-four/seven?

Unless it was something else entirely, something he had done that didn’t sit right with you, that was causing this. He tries to think of what he could possibly said or did that may have offended you, but he keeps coming up empty.

And then, in the midst of his warring thoughts, inspiration strikes.

“Uhhh…hey, Wayne?”

Wayne calls back from his spot on the couch, where he’s immersed in the latest episode of The Joy of Painting. “Yeah?”

Eddie shuffles into the living room, lips pursed. He tries to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible. “Would it be…ill-advised…to show up unannounced at her house with a grand romantic gesture?”

Wayne stares at him. “You know I said space, right?”

Eddie starts packing up a brown paper grocery bag with everything he thinks he’ll need, while Wayne hovers in the kitchen, watching him with his arms crossed. He’s simultaneously disapproving and amused.

“So you’re just gonna ignore my advice, huh?”

“Wayne,” Eddie sighs, “I appreciate your sage words of wisdom, I really do. But unfortunately, I am not a patient man. I need resolution now, or else I’ll die.” He pulls out another snack from a cupboard and stows it away in the bag, alongside the sandwiches he made and some other morsels scrounged up from the kitchen. He’ll get your favorite drink, too, when he stops for flowers at the gas station —

“You? Impatient? Naw.”

“Ha, ha,” Eddie replies sarcastically.

Wayne shakes his head. “I sure hope this works out for you.”

Eddie hesitates. “I mean….” Suddenly insecure, he looks over at Wayne, anguished expression on his face. “Is it a completely horrible idea?”

Wayne softens immediately, and silently curses himself for discouraging him. “No. No, I don’t mean that. I’m actually…well, I’m mighty proud to see you treatin’ a lady so well.” Eddie turns scarlet, grimacing at the praise, and Wayne continues. “I’m just worried you might overwhelm her, with…how well you’re treatin’ her.”

Eddie rakes a hand through his hair. “I just…don’t like the way things feel right now. And I don’t wanna make the mistake of ignoring it, hoping it’ll go away, and have things get worse.”

There’s a pang in Wayne’s heart. He really is a good kid, isn’t he? “Aw, hell, Ed. If this feels like it’s the right thing for you to do, then I say do it.”

When Eddie finally arrives at your house, the nerves have really kicked in. He understands that this is kind of a gamble, but subtlety has never been his forte. Slinging his acoustic guitar over his back, clutching the grocery bag in one fist and a small bouquet of dyed carnations in the other, he manages to rap lightly on the front door without dropping anything.

Eddie holds his breath as the seconds tick by, heart thumping in his chest.

Finally, the door swings open slowly, revealing your figure and Eddie immediately feels warm, in spite of the cool air that seeps out from the house. You look startled to see him, even more so when your eyes drop down to the flowers in his hand, mouth popping open in surprise.

“Hi,” he greets you nervously. “Uh, I hope it’s okay that I’m here, I-I know I didn’t call you or anything first. But, um, it’s a nice day out, so I thought we could have a picnic?” It comes out like a question. He jostles the grocery bag, and you can hear the contents shift around inside. “If you’re not busy or anything. And these, um, are for you.” He thrusts the flowers forward, palm sweating against their plastic wrapping.

You stand there in silence, not saying or taking anything, just gaping at him. Eddie’s stomach drops. And he’s totally unprepared for what happens next.

Your face crumples, and you burst into tears.

“Oh, Jesus.” Eddie sets everything down onto the ground and lurches forward, arms outstretched to touch you, but he hesitates before making contact, his hands fluttering around your figure uncertainly. “I — sweetheart — what?” he stutters, entirely out of his element.

“Sorry!” you sob, clapping your hands over your mouth. “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t apologize,” he says automatically, completely bewildered. His hands finally come down to rest on your shoulders, and he leans closer to you, like maybe proximity will cure whatever this is. “Is something wrong?” He winces, and shakes his head. “Sorry, that’s stupid — what’s wrong?”

You sniffle in response, fat tears dripping from the corners of your eyes.

Watching you tremble with emotion breaks his heart, and it’s stronger than his panic at being unexpectedly confronted by a crying woman. “Oh, baby,” he says tenderly, wrapping his arms around you fully and pulling you in close. “Whatever it is, it’s okay.”

“Sorry,” you repeat in a watery voice, slightly muffled by you pressing your face into his shirt. “You’re just…you’re so sweet, Eddie. That’s all.”

“You don’t have to say sorry for crying,” he says, chuckling breathlessly. “Although I was kind of aiming for a smile with all this, not tears.” He pats your back gently, and moves his lips to your ear. “It’s been a while. I was missing you.”

You shudder. “I missed you, too.” You let out a choked laugh, and pull back a little, dabbing at your eyes. You audibly try and swallow the lump in your throat. “This isn’t how I usually greet company, I promise.”

In the small, sunny backyard, Eddie lays out a faded gingham tablecloth onto the grass. It’s tattered at the edges and bears quite a number of stubborn stains, maybe not great for their tiny kitchen anymore, but perfect for an outdoor blanket. While he sets up his little surprise date, doling out food and plates and napkins, he steals glances at you, visible through the kitchen window, where you’re arranging your new flowers in a vase. When you come back outside to join him, he doesn’t miss the way you swipe at your eye one last time, trying to rid yourself of the final remnants of your outburst.

He offers you a soft smile, and pats the spot on the ground next to him.

You sink onto the blanket with a sigh, looking tired but pleased to see him nonetheless. And there’s a trace of something else in your eyes, some unknown emotion that he can’t quite put his finger on. You reach gingerly for the sandwich he packed for you — your favorite, you note right away — but Eddie simply watches, wondering if he has to ask or if he should wait for you to explain.

“So, how’re things?” you ask innocently, and take a small bite.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, but he keeps his tone light. “Well, I’m a little concerned, naturally. We gonna talk about what just happened back there?”

You chew slowly, stalling. He waits patiently.

“I wasn’t expecting all this,” you finally say, gesturing around at the spread before you. “It’s…it’s really, really nice of you,” your voice breaks again on the last word, but if you’re threatened by another wave of tears, you don’t succumb.

Eddie shrugs modestly, but remains curious. “It’s no big thing. Just wanted to surprise you,” he says, and hesitates before continuing. “I, uh, haven’t heard from you in a while, so I wasn’t sure if…maybe you were upset with me, or something, I dunno. Like, if I did something wrong.”

Abruptly, you fix your gaze on your lap, but not before Eddie sees them widen in alarm.

He peers closer at you. “Were you upset with me?”

Your blanche. “God, I’m such an asshole,” you mumble, throat tightening again.

Eddie’s thoroughly confused now, and he chuckles uncertainly. “Sorry, sweetheart, but I’m a little lost here. Why are you calling yourself an asshole?” The idea is absurd; it’s hard for him to even fathom.

You wring your hands nervously, unable to make yourself look at him. “Eddie, I — I’m sorry. That I haven’t been reaching out to you lately.” You struggle with what to say, feeling ashamed, but you force yourself to continue. “But…Marissa — from work, y’know? — she…she told me some stuff about you.”

Eddie’s insides turn to ice.

“Stupid, gossipy stuff,” the words come out in a rush now, like you’re desperate to get the truth out and over with, “most of which I didn’t even really believe, anyway, but I guess I couldn’t help feeling…anxious, after it happened? And I didn’t know how to talk to you about it, so I just…didn’t. I’m so sorry.” You take a deep breath and shake your head, frustrated at your own actions. “And then you come here today with an entire picnic, and flowers, and your guitar, and I feel like the biggest jerk on the planet. I can’t believe myself.”

Eddie falls silent for a moment, his dark eyes big and sad. It’s not what he was expecting, though he supposes he should have been anticipating something like this happening eventually. Gossip about him had improved — or affected him less, at least — when he finished school, but there were still whispers about him amongst the townies, he knew.

“What did she tell you?” he asks dully. “That I’m the spawn of Satan?”

A knot twists in your stomach. “Something like that. Of course I know that’s bullshit.”

Eddie bites the inside of his cheek. “Oh, yeah? What did she tell you that was so impressive, then?” When you flinch at his words, he cringes inwardly at his own snarkiness, and reminds himself who he’s talking to.

You scratch at a dark spot on the blanket, fidgeting under his stare. “She — she said that you were involved with someone named Chrissy, and the way she mentioned it really freaked me out.”

Upon hearing her name, Eddie’s eyes bulge with panic. Oh shit, oh shit. Low blow from Marissa. Because unlike the far-fetched devil worship accusations, there’s some substance to that rumor, no matter how convoluted the truth became. He starts to mentally scramble for a way to explain, but you continue on before he can speak.

“I guess I just couldn’t stand the thought of you having another girlfriend,” you admit guiltily. “I didn’t wanna find out, because I didn’t think I could take it, if I knew you were seeing someone else.”

That catches him off guard. “Oh, you —” Eddie fumbles with his words, “you thought that I was…dating her?”

You frown. “Well, yeah. When someone tells you ‘ask him about so-and-so’ in that kind of tone, that’s generally what comes to mind.”

Eddie blinks, then groans, and flings himself back on the blanket. He drapes one arm over his eyes, hiding the world from view. He heaves a great sigh. “Nothing like that ever happened between Chrissy and I,” he says quietly. “Never dated, never hooked up. Never even so much as kissed.”

“Oh.” You process this, wondering at her significance. “Who is she, then?”

“Just a girl in town,” he mutters. “We went to high school together.” He sighs resignedly again, and pulls his arm up, just enough so he can peek at you. “Listen, Wayne and I, we don’t have a whole lot to our names. In case that wasn’t obvious.” He snorts humorlessly. “I…used to deal, for a bit of extra cash. Help out with the rent and stuff. Did Marissa tell you that, too?”

“She did,” you affirm. “But Eddie, I don’t care about that either, I swear.”

He moves on without acknowledging your remark. “Chrissy was a cheerleader. Queen of Hawkins High, basically. And she was looking to buy one day, so we met up after school. I was just gonna sell her some pot, but she asked me if I had anything, ah, stronger.” He wets his lips with his tongue. “I didn’t usually sell harder shit to other students, but I had some Special K laying around, for my own…personal use.” He doesn’t dare look up again to see your reaction to this tidbit. “And I sold it to her…and then she disappeared.”

You stare at him. “She…disappeared?”

Eddie sits back up and nods, face hardening. “For a few days, anyway. Ran away. Her family’s got a good name, and a lot of money, but that doesn’t always make for a good home life, y’know? I don’t know what was going on with her, exactly, but she wasn’t okay. And when she skipped town, everyone pointed their fingers at me.”

He doesn’t need to elaborate; the implication is clear. Still, you ask, “What, they thought that you…did something to her?”

“Yeah,” he deadpans, staring off into the distance. “All but brought out the pitchforks and torches.”

Indignance on his behalf hits you like a truck. “Teenagers run away all the time!”

Eddie rubs his face in distress. “Yeah, they do, but when Hawkins’ golden girl is last seen entering the town freak’s trailer to buy ketamine, people tend to jump to conclusions.”

A wave of sadness washes over you, as you try to picture it in your head: they truly believed that sweet, doting Eddie was capable of hurting a young girl like that?

Eddie, who played fantasy games with kids six years his junior simply because they asked him to, and fed the strays in the trailer park, and spent many a Sunday making banana bread with his uncle? Who he chose to live with instead of moving out, because he loved him and wanted to be close in case he needed him? Was it even possible, for people to be so blind?

The very thought of it makes you sick. “That’s horrible….”

“S’okay,” he mumbles. “She came back home eventually. A little worse for wear, I heard, but she was fine. Told everyone that I had nothing to do with her leaving, or whatever happened while she was gone. But,” he shrugs, “people will believe what they wanna believe. The Munson reputation precedes me.”

You reach for his warm hand, and clasp it in yours, savoring the feel of his calloused palm against your own.

He casts you a desperate glance. “I swear I never did anything to her,” he whispers.

Your chest aches for him, and you squeeze his hand. “Of course you didn’t.”

His breathing hitches. “I guess it’s obvious,” he says, voice trembling slightly, “that there’s a lot of stuff I haven’t, um, told you about yet. And to be honest, I don’t think I’m ready to tell you all of it right now, either. But I will, someday.”

There it is. The notion that Eddie wants to be in your life long-term, and that he wants you to be in his, finally spoken.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready to,” you reassure him quietly. “It won’t change how I feel about you, anyway. I think you’re really wonderful. I-I like you so much, Eddie.”

A silence falls over the two of you. Eddie watches the bumblebees fly lazily over the white clover dotting the lawn. You try to think of something else to say, something you can tell him that’ll make the pain go away, erase the hurt that this town has caused him. You suspect that this incident with Chrissy is just the tip of the iceberg that is Eddie’s trauma — for how long was he treated like this by those around him, and how harshly?

Before you can come up with the right words to soothe him, Eddie speaks again, his voice a little stronger. “So you, uh…heard that I was a drug-dealing cult leader, but got upset because you thought I was seeing someone else?”

At last, some brevity. You make eye contact across the blanket, and you’re relieved to see the corners of his lips have turned up into a tiny smile.

Heat blooms in your cheeks as you nod. “I did, yeah.”

He attempts husky laugh, though he still looks weary. “Damn. You got it bad, huh?”

You shrug. “What can I say? You’re a catch, Munson. I don’t think I feel like sharing.”

He hums softly, and he relaxes a little, body sagging as he finally releases some of the tension he’s been holding onto all this time. “Sorry for snapping at you,” he offers needlessly, biting at his thumbnail.

You dismiss it immediately. “Don’t apologize —”

“Nah, I get it. Hell, I wouldn’t blame you if the cult rumors or the dealing really did bother you, even. I mean, that’s some pretty jarring intel to hear from your boss about the guy you’re dating. They’re not really things people tend to look for in a partner.”

You shake your head. “I should’ve talked to you about it as soon as it happened. But it just felt so…crass to come right out and start interrogating you.” You scoot closer to him on the blanket. “You have to believe me, Eddie, I don’t care about what anyone else has to say. I feel like I know you,” you pause, and reach out with your free hand to cup his cheek, “even if I’m a little fuzzy on the details right now.”

He sucks in a quick breath, closing his eyes, and rests his face against your palm. “I have to warn you,” he says, “that if we’re together, and people know about it, then this might not be the last time someone tries to talk to you about me. And I’m asking you to — to trust that I’m not what they say I am.”

“I do,” you promise. “I trust you.”

You lean in and press a soft, quick kiss to his lips. He rests his forehead against yours, and chuckles weakly. Although the reassurance was needed, he’s feeling all too vulnerable for his liking, so he changes the subject. “You know, while we’re hashing things out here, can I ask you an unrelated question?”

You smile indulgently. “Shoot.”

“So, I guess we know now that this wasn’t really why, but Wayne told me that the reason you weren’t talking to me is because I’m up your ass all the time, and that I need to give you more space. That’s why I didn’t come sooner. I know I kind of smother you, and I was worried that maybe, maybe you needed a break from me, or something?”

Rubbing your thumb against his cheekbone, you whisper, “Oh, gosh no. You’re like…my favorite person, Eddie.” You nod shyly, as though affirming it to yourself for the first time. “Yeah. You’re the person I want to be around the most, um, at any given moment.”

Eddie blushes, and something inside of him shifts at those words, making him feel impossibly soft. “Me too,” he returns.

Your turn. “And I have a question for you, too.”

“Shoot,” he echoes.

“Were you gonna play me something on that?” You gesture to his guitar, forgotten on the grass behind him.

Eddie lets out another laugh, the most carefree one he’s uttered today. “I was. Sorry, I forgot.”

“It’s hard for me to imagine you playing acoustic music. I’m intrigued.”

Eddie grasps the neck of the guitar with one hand, and drags the instrument into his lap, situating himself into a playing position. “You’d be shocked, sweetheart. I can make just about anything sound metal.”

Your eyes sparkle wickedly. “Are you gonna play me some Joni Mitchell?”

Eddie purses his lips. “No, I was thinking KISS. It, uh, translates pretty well, actually.”

You cross your legs on the blanket, rest your elbow on your knee and tuck your hand under your chin — giving him your full attention.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Let’s hear it!”

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summerslashers · 9 months

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Beginning: Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Summary: You meet Tommy for the very first time as his new neighbor. He takes an immediate liking to you. Part Two

Warnings: you may die of cuteness overload

Author’s Note: I decided to make another fic about meeting Tommy and I think I like this one better :) I hope you guys like it too.

You waited anxiously at the front door to the large house, holding a plate of freshly baked, warm cookies and a small bouquet of wildflowers that you found near your home. You were really hoping to make a good first impression with your new neighbors- your only neighbors by the look of it as there wasn’t anyone else around for miles. Just yesterday you moved to the small town in Texas, in a cozy one story ranch right across the street from where you stood. The house before you seemed to be the complete opposite of your little home, unlike anything you expected to find in a quaint town like this. It was practically a mansion, two stories tall with a huge yard and a long dirt driveway.

You heard loud heavy footsteps from behind the door and you took a small step back, hoping that you still looked presentable even after your short walk in the dry Texas heat.

In an instant, the door swung open and slammed loudly against the house, causing you to jump, looking up at the man in the doorway with gentle, yet slightly alarmed eyes. He was big- intimidatingly big. He was taller than anyone you had seen before and incredibly broad. He had longish, dark hair, a half masked face, and oh- the most soft blue eyes you had ever seen despite his furrowed brows.

“Hello,” you offered him a kind smile, your cheeks growing warm. “My name is y/n. I just moved in across the street and wanted to come over and introduce myself.”

The large man didn’t say anything, his fingers twitching anxiously at his sides as though he wasn’t sure what to do. He looked into your eyes for a moment and then glanced down at your hands, his head tilting curiously to the side ever so slightly.

“Oh-“ you remembered the large plate in your hands and smiled, understanding his silent inquiry. “I made cookies if you’d like them. There’s two different kinds. These ones are white chocolate and raspberry, and these are chocolate chip. I wasn’t sure which ones you might like so I decided to make both. I hope that’s okay-”

Thomas’ eyes softened as you spoke, and he couldn’t seem to ignore the warmth that settled in his chest and occasionally worked its way up to his cheeks. You were just too cute, and no one had ever been so kind to him before. Most people who met him would call him cruel names or give him dirty looks, but not you. Instead, you simply spoke to him and looked into his eyes with a certain fondness, smiling up at him so sweetly.

Once again, the man said nothing, and you wondered if perhaps he didn’t speak at all. He wasn’t ignoring you, that much you could tell. He looked into your eyes and listened as you spoke, not once making you feel as though you were bothering him, so you continued.

“Um- these are for you too-” You blushed and held out the neatly arranged bouquet of Texas bluebonnets and purple coneflowers, the stems tied neatly with white ribbon. Now that you were actually gifting them, you worried that it looked silly to be handing over wildflowers that practically grew everywhere. Tommy noticed the way you became even more shy, your hands shaking just slightly as you held out the flowers. He took them carefully, his calloused fingertips brushing gently against your fingers as he did so, making you blush even harder.

“I found them just outside my house and thought they were really pretty. I hope you like them.”

Thomas nodded his head and you smiled brightly. The bouquet looked so small in his large hand, but he held it so delicately, careful not to bend or crush the little flowers. He looked down to admire the purple petals and silky white ribbon for a moment, and then he looked back at you. Though the rest of his face remained expressionless, his eyes were gentle and kind.

Your cheeks grew warm and you felt butterflies in your stomach. He hadn’t even said anything- he didn’t need to say anything. You simply knew that you liked him, that you were captivated by the silent, strong man in front of you.

Suddenly, the man reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked to be a photo. You watched him curiously as he reached out, hesitating for just a moment before handing the photo to you. You accepted it gently, looking at it with a soft smile. It was a little baby with big eyes and dark hair, and some facial deformities around the mouth and nose. You looked up at the man whose hands were once again fidgeting anxiously at his sides.

“Is this you?” You asked him softly. He nodded and reached out for the photo, carefully flipping it over in your hand, and suddenly you realized why he was showing it to you. On the back it read in nice, feminine handwriting, “Thomas Brown Hewitt 1st Birthday”. He was telling you his name.

“Thomas,” you smiled at him, testing out the name. “You were a very cute baby.”

Thomas blushed, his cheeks growing hot and eyes widening. He liked the way you said his name- how you called him cute. He liked you… a lot. He watched you take one last look at the photo before returning it to him with a content smile.

“I wish I could stay, but I should be getting home soon.” You said apologetically. “I’ve still got a lot of unpacking to do. It’s been really nice meeting you, Thomas.”

You handed him the plate of cookies with a smile. “I hope I see you again soon.”

He nodded, the warm feeling never once leaving his chest, not even as you walked away from him and towards your house. Tommy wanted to see you again too- no- needed to see you again. He had only just met you but he already felt so drawn to you. You were kind and caring, and he longed to have you in his life- to see you smile again and listen to your voice as you spoke to him so sweetly. You were special to him. His ray of sunshine in a dark and dreary life. And he would wait as long as he needed to to see his sunshine again.

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bucknastysbabe · 2 months

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idk if your taking requests but I’m in desperate need of more modern AU Jace fics. Maybe if he was a cocky hockey player with his giant dick I need smut 🙏

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Hockey player!Jace, Actress!Reader, fake dating trope, my not sly commentary about parasocial fangirl behaviors and pressure on women in high profile industries, she has honkers and he has a horse cawk match made in heaven, Jacey is a little sweet babey always, real kittycat eating hours, teasing, pnv!sex, v!fingering, fast burn, lots of banter :)

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The contracts were to be signed today. Jace was to be in a PR ‘relationship’ with this break-out actress. He was a star himself in the NHL, winning the Hart Memorial trophy for being the most valuable player his rookie year. He played centre, covering the ice and passing to his teammates to make a goal. He got a huge deal in the aftermath.

Suddenly his world was much more glamorous.

He wasn’t sure who sucked whose dick but he agreed to dating the starlet. He flew down from Toronto to the upscale management office in New York to meet the chick. He’d heard her name, couldn’t put a face to it, and certainly didn’t look her up. The brunette hoped she was a looker like his manager said.

He was pleasantly surprised, shaking her manicured hand. Jacaerys grinned as he introduced himself, poorly hiding his leering gaze on her tight little body. The actress was smoking hot. He wondered if she would be down to fool around. He had no desire for romance outside of planned sightings. He wasn’t much into that at the moment. Jace dated his high school sweetheart Rhaena until he’d gone big time.

She didn’t acclimate to fame and his constant absence. Jace understood why she broke it off. When they were seen— reporters interrupted. Pictures of fan girls crowding around him surfaced all the time. She deleted her socials due to harassment. He was saddened but figured it was a sign to let loose. So let loose he did.

Jacaerys had fucked plenty of puck bunnies, professional athletes, and the occasional hook-up with famous names by now. His brother called him cocky, and his mother snapped to not let the fame get to his head. He listened, truly, Jace loved his family and wanted to make them proud.

But honestly? When he was accomplishing everything he dreamed of and the money was flowing in, Jace couldn’t help but feel a bit over-confident. He knew he was talented, handsome, and a good fuck. He’d learned from a young age that his…dick…was different. In layman’s terms, he had a horse cock. By God, he was proud of that thing too.

They sat down in adjacent chairs, waiting for the agent to come to debrief them on the terms of the relationship. Jacaerys' brown eyes flicked over to her bored face, down to her busty chest, and back up. She scoffed “You haven’t seen my tits on the silver screen?”

He grinned, asking “I don’t get around to movies much. Care to enlighten me?”

Her lips turned into a frown, posture stiffening up. The actress shook her head, pulling out her phone to text rapidly. She was likely talking shit. Jace prodded, “What? Am I missing something? I’m playing hockey year round babe.”

“I literally am up for a Golden Globe for leading actress in a drama,” she grumbled, “Apparently you don’t read either.” She turned back to type on her phone again, lips settling into a pout. The athlete was a little taken aback by her attitude. He liked it. It appeared she was used to cinephile sycophants and co-stars trying to get a piece.

He hummed a laugh, spreading out in the wide chair. They waited, her nails clicking on the cell phone beginning to irritate Jacaerys. He absently asked "You like hockey? It's pretty fun to watch live."

"I don't really pay attention to sports, I act year round babe."

Jace's eyes widened in surprise. She was a spitfire under the glossy hair and now placid expression. He knew better than to irk her more, his mother taught him to respect women. The athlete was drawn in, he wanted a reaction, the attention whether it was negative or not. He smirked at her, leaning over, "Why did you pick me then? Don't like hockey, don't seem quite fond of me."

Her own lips curled a bit, the woman tucking a loose lock of hair behind a jeweled ear. She stated, "I got a list, you were single and cute. Word on the street was that you were a bit nicer than who I am sitting with now. Don't worry, it won't be too long, you'll be back to railing your way through Toronto soon." Her smile was thin, a blank look to her eyes.

Jace's chest fluttered a bit, guilt seeping into his mind. Before he could apologize the door opened. A man in a suit briskly walked in, setting down some papers. He eyed the pair to ask "Ready for the terms?" They both nodded, and Jace noticed her frown grow deeper. Damn. He felt like an asshole.

"Alright Jacaerys Velaryon, you'll be 'dating' my client for three months minimum. If you two hit it off, good job, enjoy your relationship. You two must be seen in public at least bi-weekly, my client will be at your games, and maintaining PDA is required. I'd recommend going out with your friends and playing the part. We'll sign an NDA and get this show on the road. Sound good?"

"Sure."

"Can't wait," she deadpanned.

They scribbled their names and exited the meeting. The actress ignored Jacaerys as she left, answering a phone call, pointedly looking away. He eventually cornered her up to exchange phone numbers. The pair had to exit the building at separate times so as not to draw attention.

Jace decided to read up on his faux girlfriend for the flight home. The actress was talented, the same age as him, and booked for the year. He decided to shoot her a text, damned lingering guilt eating at him. The hockey player was soft at heart, always had been. He could play the part of a cocky athlete but he truly hated confrontation, upsetting others, and general dickishness. That was for his uncles.

"Sorry about being a dick. Going to watch your movie tonight. Should I start with your small role in that sitcom?"

His dark eyes raptly watched the typing bubble. It disappeared, reappeared-- finally a response showed up. She had replied with an emoji rolling its eyes. "God, please don't, I look like a freak. The movie is much better. Then you can tell me about my tits. Apology accepted. See you next week in Toronto, make sure to clean the thongs outta your place."

Jace grinned, excitement coursing through his veins. He ended up making a big show picking her up from the airport. He grabbed the luggage and put it in his new sleek car. A couple of people had stopped her, even Jace for some autographs. The brunette made sure to hug the actress-- pulling her in for a searing kiss. His hand possessively splayed across her lower back, fingers grazing her pert ass.

He opened the door to let her in the car, cameras flashing now. Jace leaned in to whisper, "I have to admit, you have a beautiful body." She flushed and pecked his lips again, shooting him a smile. The hockey player climbed into the driver's side and off they went. He snuck a look and added, "I didn't really find any thongs but everything is pristine, Miss Golden Globe Nominee."

"Good, Mister Hart Trophy Winner."

Jace couldn't help but smile. He enjoyed her banter while they headed to his place. The woman was witty and playful, her icy facade melting as he listened to her. Jace carried her bags into the luxury apartment complex, while she had a roller bag. He teased, "You got boulders in here?"

"I'm staying for a bit, need to be prepared. You can run around in a tracksuit and no one bats an eye. If I look like a slob the tabloids are going to wonder if I'm a drunk or something. You won't believe the 'inside sources' I apparently have."

Jace frowned, scoffing, "That's bullshit. They put so much pressure on women in the industry."

She gazed at him, eyes softened as she thanked him in a reverent tone. Jace felt his cheeks heat up. He was beginning to wonder if he was having a moment of weakness or simply struck dumb by her looks and powerful presence. "At the least, I'm not a model."

Jacaerys snorted. He's had his fair share of models. He assumed they were all a bit nutty from the coke, not the horrid pressure from their nigh-impossible standards of beauty to uphold. "Good point," he conceded.

She stared around his loft, lips quirking up. The woman placed her bag down and strolled to the huge windows overlooking the city. Casting a glance back at Jacaerys she marveled, "It's gorgeous Jacaerys. Much prettier than LA." He smiled and replied, "Wait until you see it at night, I never get tired of the view."

Jace liked the way she said his full name. Maybe too much. He felt his cheeks begin to burn again. His animal hindbrain tittered "How would she sound moaning that?"

Awkwardness settled over the pair, her turning back to look out the window. Jace stated, "I'll put your things in the guest room, it's got a big bathroom and all."

"Thanks hun," she hummed. She followed along to place the luggage down, flopping onto the bed. Her big eyes followed Jace's form as she commented, "I highly doubt you decorated the place but it's nice. Very...Feng shui."

"Mom did all of that, I do try to keep it clean. I fear she'll appear and scold me. You could lick off the floor at my place growing up."

"Ha! I wish! I'm cluttered as all get out."

Jace gave her a faux glare, "Better keep it tidy, babe."

"Uh-huh, sure, what's on the docket for today? I want a tour and a cocktail to cap it off at dinner."

"You mean the club?"

Jace couldn't stop his cock from twitching when she smiled at him coquettishly, sparkling teeth gleaming as she purred "Of course stud, let's see what the rake of the Maple Leafs is putting down. I wanna see you dance!"

Oh. He was in quite deep. Jacaerys Targaryen might have developed an infatuation faster than he could pass a puck.

They held hands walking around Toronto, catching lunch as he showed her the sights. They rested on a bench in a park, Jace's arm slung around her shoulders, their heads close together as they spoke. The pair of them stared at her phone, giggling. The actress read off the Instagram post, "Starlet dating hockey star Jace Velaryon?"

"They're quick with it, for the love of god don't look at the comments."

Her pretty eyes rolled, "They call me an industry whore, nothing new, let me see this." Her red lacquered nail clicked on the comments. She guffawed, lips spreading into a smile. Jace raised a brow and looked over. He shook his head in annoyance-- how could 'fans' of his be so angry? Wouldn't they want him to be happy?

'Please, this won't last a second.'

'Pr relationship so obvious.'

'Jaceeeee whyyyyy she's such a bad actress.'

"A Golden Globe nominee is a bad actress? God, don't listen to that nonsense," he grumbled, tightening his arm around her shoulders. She shrugged and clicked on a fan page of her own. Jace seemed to settle at the more uplifting comments. He laughed out loud at one, 'Loveeee get it mother!' Jace outright guffawed at the second one, 'Be careful babes, don't get split by his infamous horse dick!!!'

"I like my fans better. I'll have to check out your fan cams at some point."

Jace rolled his eyes, helplessly grinning. His eyes flicked to a camera shuttering. Ah great, paparazzi, he thought. The brunette was planning on intentionally kissing her. He glared at the person and sniffed, "Come on, let's head back to my place for a bit." She cooed "What? Don't want your pic taken Jacey?"

"Nope, we need nap time before hitting the nightlife."

"I hope we see Drake. That would be cool."

Jace laughed his ass off. When they got into the elevator he crowded her up, hands on her waist. She inhaled, eyes widening, full lips quirking up. He murmured softly, "You're so...I can't find the words." Her arms loosely linked around his shoulders, soft lips so close. She whispered, "Actions speak louder than words pretty boy."

Next thing Jace knew her legs were locked around his hips, the pair making out as he blindly keyed open the door to his loft. Kicking the door open, the brunette pressed her against the wall, mouthing his way down her neck. The actress' nails dug into his shoulders as she moaned, breasts heaving in excitement. He nipped at her collarbone, mumbling, "Lemme eat you out, fuck, please."

"Bed now," she demanded in return.

He deposited the beauty on his bed, wildly jerking at his clothes. She was shimmying off her leggings, the sweatshirt she borrowed hitting the wall. Jace climbed atop her in his underwear, grinding against her pussy, mouth latching back onto plush lips. She whined under her breath when he lapped into her mouth, calloused hands playing with peaked nipples.

They grew sloppy, Jace finally kissing and sucking his way down her tight body. He grabbed one of her legs as he sucked on the thin skin of the hip, dark eyes blown black with arousal. She gripped at his hair, breathless, "Fu-uck Jacaerys, please, please." Jace grinned, rumbling, "I gotcha baby, screw the club, I'll show you a good time tonight yeah?" He was hopelessly earnest, swollen lips hovering above her mound.

"Yes yes baby, want it all, please, you're killing me." Jace could lose his mind at the way her voice cracked into a whimper, brows pinching in agony. She even thrust fruitlessly upwards-- Jace's other hand keeping her hip pinned. He grunted, "Spread em' sweetheart."

He tongued at her engorged clit off the rip, hands digging into the soft meat of the thighs. The actress cried out, back arching all gorgeous, tits bouncing with the movement. Her hand tightened in his curls as Jace suckled, eyes watching every little move. He snuck his fore and middle fingers up and across her sopping slit, smirking.

He delved them into her cunt as his tongue joined, playfully lapping as the excess slick, moaning at her natural taste. She whimpered again, thighs tightening as Jacaerys crooked his fingers up into her g-spot, flicking his tongue upwards and back to her clitoris. He paused to groan, "You feel good pretty girl?"

She moaned his name and babbled nonsense, pussy throbbing and drenching his fingers. Jacaerys' smiled-- she moaned his name just as he imagined. He had a rhythm alternating between teasing jabs of his tongue and suckling on the bundle of nerves. She was growing frantic, tossing her hair around and practically howling in pleasure.

He sped up the pace, relentlessly working her pretty pussy until the darling shrieked his name, clenching his hair. Her thighs twitched and clamped around his head, body arched as she heaved and cried. Jace groaned at her gushing around his fingers, long lashes fluttering in pure want. He needed to fuck her, now.

He pulled down his briefs as she laid back, panting, pretty face dazed and flushed-- a light sheen of sweat had covered her naked body. He climbed atop her, pleading, "C'mon sweets, think you can take it? Take me? I'll give you another orgasm, too goddamn perfect not too, god."

Her lidded eyes widened at his cock. It was flushed and heavy, too heavy to do anything but hang between his impossibly toned thighs. The actress rasped, "Give it to me, I can take it, ease it in." She kissed the brunette open-mouthed and wet, shaky legs pulling up to cage his hips in.

Jace's breath stuttered as he guided the fat tip of his cock into her soaked pussy, feeling the stretch immediately. She clung to him, pouring herself into his lips, nails digging into his shoulder blades. He slid in another agonizing two inches, gasping, "Fuck you're tight."

She responded by sucking blooming marks into his tensed neck, eyes rolling up when the thick middle of his cock spread her wide open. "Jacaerys, Jacaerys, you feel so good- so damn big baby!" He kept pushing against the slight resistance, settling as deep as he could.

His brown eyes clenched tight, she was like a silky glove around his cock. Hazily he felt her stomach, eyes lolling around at the bump from his cock. She was mewling wetly at the junction of neck and shoulder, non-stop babbling about being so full. Jace panted, "Mm, yeah, lookit' you, stretched your pretty pussy out."

He began to fuck in earnest, chasing a high. Her cunt dragged and clung to his fat cock, ridged insides sending sharp arousal up his spine. Jace lost himself in the moment, mouthing at a pert nipple, heavy balls slapping against her ass. She cried and yelled, worthy of a fucking porno. He knew he wasn't going to last long. But the way she was practically shivering and fuck-dumb, slurring her words of nonsense, she was right with Jace.

"M'gonna cum baby, you on birth control?"

"Fuck me, jus' keep fuckin' me," she rasped. Plan B was always an option when her mind returned to non-mush. Jace kept fucking her as instructed, groans growing desperate and guttural. His balls were drawing up, aching from how needy he was to cum.

He kissed her one more time, swallowing her noises before pulling back to pant against her cheek, hips beginning to stutter. He snuck a hand down to her cunt, thumbing her clit. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better-- she shrieked again. A gush of her slick engulfed his cock, wet noises filling the bedroom. Jace cried her name, shoving himself deep and filling her up.

He might've sent her into another orgasm but Jacaerys was whited out from pleasure. All the athlete could do was pathetically groan as his cock twitched and pumped his heavy load into her cock, thickening the slick coating on his prick, collecting around where they joined. It was delightfully filthy. He came too with a deep inhale, sliding out with a mewl and flopping away.

Overstimulation was a common theme with the girls he fucked-- Jace knew to give some space in the immediate aftermath. It wasn't too long before she complained, "Why are you flopped over there? Get over here, you just fucked my brains out."

He grinned like a sap. How did she have yet another moment where he found himself deeper in desire for the woman. Jace murmured, "My bad, my bad, didn't want to overheat you or anything." She retorted, "I'm a cuddler Jacaerys Targaryen, you should remember that about your girlfriend." He chuckled, jerking her into his embrace, tucking a chin on her shoulder.

"They didn't lie about your horse dick. Hate to tell your fan girlies that cock belongs to me now."

Jace smirked, pressing a gentle peck to her skin, "It's all yours, believe me. They can find the next rookie of the year to be their online boyfriend."

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seeingivy · 1 year

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rule breaker

satoru gojo x f!reader

**read the other one’s here

in which, you, megumi, and tsumiki reunite with satoru after nineteen days, remembering your old family rules

content warning: JJK MANGA SPOILERS!!

You, Tsumiki, and Megumi have dinner together every night. While it had been years since you all still lived together - with Tsumiki and Megumi living at Jujutsu Tech - the three of you had been spending more time together as of late. While the occasion that brought you all together like this was horrible, you relish in their presence, your kids back in your home. You feel the need to keep them close, so you don’t lose them too.

Satoru has been locked up for nineteen days. You’re not sure when he’ll come back. You’re not sure if he’ll come back. You’ll wait anyways.

You shake the thought from your head, zoning back into the conversation Megumi and Tsumiki were having. They were talking about taking down the Halloween decorations that you and Satoru had put up before he left for Shibuya.

The four of you were supposed to spend that night together, watching a scary movie and pranking the trick or treaters in the neighborhood. You and Tsumiki waited all night for him and Megumi to burst in, with a stash of Halloween candy they swiped from a kid and a corny DVD in hand.

That day didn’t come. Instead, Megumi came empty handed and alone, tears streaming down his eyes as he told you Satoru would not be returning that night. Or at all for that matter. For the first time since he was a kid, Megumi cried. You hardened at the sight of him, pushing your own feelings away to rise to the occasion of taking care of the both of them once again.

Everyone was trying their best to be there for the three of you. The second years came by often, bringing desserts Satoru had mentioned he loved. Shoko slept in your bed with you every night, so you didn’t have to feel his absence. Nanami took to training Megumi, continuing the work Satoru had started. But, you were fine. In fact, you hadn’t even cried yet. You had to be there for Megumi and Tsumiki first. They can’t come to you if you’re the one crumbling at the seams.

This made everyone more concerned than anything. It seemed like everyone was waiting for you to explode, a ticking time bomb to when you’ll finally cry. You could feel Tsumiki and Megumi behind you, whispering behind your back. But said moment has not come. And it wasn’t going to.

As you pick up the empty plates on the table, Tsumiki and Megumi start taking out the dessert they picked out from earlier. They had opted for a plain, white frosted cake for today. In Satoru’s absence, the three of you realized the only person who brought sweets into the house for everyone was him. If someone didn’t bring the three of you dessert, the three of you went out of your way to get some. You were eating for him.

Megumi knocks the fridge close, balancing the pink box and the plates in his hand. In his force - you’re not sure when he became so strong - he knocks all the magnets off of the fridge.

You nod him off, reaching to pick up the papers that were pinned to the fridge. You freeze at the sight of one of the pictures lying on the floor. From years past, the picture is of you, Satoru, Tsumiki, and Megumi in your kitchen, a white sheet cake with congratulations megumi written in pale blue frosting.

You stay frozen on the ground, clutching the picture between your hands. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, your heart pounding in panic. You’re brought back to that night, the first time the four of you set down your family rules.

Megumi and Tsumiki join you, their voices not reaching your ears. They take the picture from your hands as your tears start to fall on the floor. You’re sobbing. He’s really gone. He’s not coming back. He’s breaking the promise he made you.

“Do you guys remember the rules?” you whisper, turning to both of them.

They both nod, Tsumiki’s eyes welling up at the sight of you on the floor. Megumi’s expression is stone cold, his throat straining.

“First, Tsumiki has to do whatever I say.” whispers Megumi, clutching the photo in his fingertips.

You and Tsumiki laugh in response, your tears flowing even harder.

“First real rule is no more fighting for Megumi. You can’t punch someone every time you’re mad at them.” Tsumiki responds, wiping her salty tears off her face with the back of her hand.

“Second, we all stay together, no matter what.” you whisper.

Megumi finally breaks, the words getting to him at these words. The three of you are clutching each other on the ground of the kitchen floor, holding one another close. Any feelings you had been building up, holding down in the past nineteen days, come to the surface at this moment.

“Asshole. He broke his promise.”

You reach for him, wiping the tears off the side of his cheek. You can tell he’s angry, livid even but not at Satoru. It’s not hard to tell that he blames himself for not bringing Satoru home to you.

“Third rule, no one leaves without saying goodbye.” responds Tsumiki.

“You left a part out.” you say, lightly laughing amongst your tears.

“Shut up, Mom.”

In a way, it felt wrong that Satoru wasn’t here for you to stick it to him. He needs to know Megumi has called you Mom more times than he’s called Satoru Dad. You have to laugh at him, wait for him to pout about how you were the kids favorite and it wasn’t fair.

“Mama’s boy, through and through.” says Tsumiki, mimicking Satoru’s whining voice.

The three of you clip the photo back into its respective magnet, huddling together to stare at the photo. They both wrap their arms around you, their heads leaning on to yours.

“You forgot one.”

The three of you turn around, eyes still wet from the tears. You blink a few times, making sure your tearful eyes aren’t deceiving. Satoru Gojo is standing in your kitchen, alive and intact. Free from his prison. Smiling at you.

“Fifth rule, everyone calls me daddy from now on.” he says, a tired smile plastered on his face.

The three of you laugh, shocked at the sight of him your kitchen. He’s really here. He’s here and he’s making his stupid immature jokes. You move forward, apprehensively and rest your hand against the side of his cheek. He’s here. He’s back. You can see him, touch him, feel him. He’s really back.

He pushes you into his embrace, crushing you in his arms. You feel his heart thumping against your ear, welcoming his familiar musky smell again. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, before letting you go to do the same to Megumi and Tsumiki.

“Will you guys always laugh at my jokes now?” he says, holding the three of you in his arms, looking down at you with his bluer than blue eyes.

“Yeah, yeah old man.” responds Megumi, resting his head against Satoru’s shirt. You remember the last time he did it, when his arm was all stitched up in that Emergency Room.

“You better. I’ll get myself trapped in a box again if you don’t.” he responds.

The three of you frown up at him, angry faces plastered across your faces. You smack the backside of his head for even saying something that stupid.

“I’m kidding, obviously. You guys wound me.”

Your heart glows at the familiarity of his words. The four of you settle onto the table, pulling out the dessert that Megumi had retrieved earlier that day. You fix the plain white sheet cake, muster out some frosting to write welcome back satoru on the cake in pale blue frosting. You set your phone up across the counter, snapping another picture. The four of you are teary eyed and pink in the face, but you decide it’ll make another great addition to your fridge.

When you hand Megumi a piece, he takes it and immediately smashes it into the side of Satoru’s face. The three of you feign shock, confused as to why he just squashed a perfectly good into Satoru’s hair.

“Is this how you treat your father? After I raised you? Carried you in my own two hands?” he scoffs, feigning hurt.

“You got me when I was five. I could already walk at that point, Satoru.” deadpans Megumi, wiping the excess frosting off his hands.

“What gives, Megs? He just got back.” you ask him, handing him a new slice.

“He broke a rule. Punishment. Retribution. Discipline.”

You see Satoru’s narrow his eyes at Megumi, prodding his fingers into his cheek. Megumi swats him away, which only goads Satoru on more. He gets up from his chair, attempting to hug (attack) Megumi in his arms.

“Dad, get off.” responds Megumi, finally pushing Satoru’s swatting hands away.

The four of you pause, turning up to face Megumi. He swallows, looking nervously at the three of you. You swear the tips of his ears are pink. He just called Satoru Dad. He hasn't called him Dad in years. You see a smile grow across Satoru’s face, feeling bad for how much Megumi is about to be teased about this But it doesn’t come.

Instead, Satoru has tears falling out of his eyes. Actual tears. The three of you face him, dumbfounded by his reaction. In all his days, you had never seen him cry. It didn’t suit him, looking wrong on his permanent smiley face.

“I’m sorry, kid. I’ll try not to break the rules again. You’re the only family I have.” he whispers, clearing the tears with the back of his hand.

You and Tsumiki move towards him, crushing him into a hug. While you had been focusing on how hard this entire ordeal had been for the three of you, you never thought once to what Satoru had been thinking in that box. You think back to the guilt you felt when Satoru and Megumi crashed when they were coming back to get you, your heart crushing at the thought of him feeling the same.

Megumi moves to join your hug, the three of you making space for him.

“Just don’t do it again, okay?”

“Okay, kid. I promise.”

#gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru #satoru x you #satoru x y/n #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satorou #jujutsu gojo #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk x y/n #jjk x #jjk x reader #jujutsu megumi #megumi #fushiguro tsumiki #seeingivywrites!#read more break

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hugthepanda12 · 1 year

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‘Edred is in control the most in the host body’

True, but also consider the followng.

I can’t believe this

and this

is the same person xD

I mean, we don’t know enough about Edred. Maybe he HAD some goofy moments in the past. However, taking into consideration how expressive Dimitri is, I do believe all of the silly faces actually are made under Dimitri’s influence.

Dimitri lets Edred do whatever he wants because, I think, they both agree how to react in a given situation. For example, when they see these statues, they’re both scared that sight is inapropraiate for Lady’s eyes (chivalry am I righ?)

Additonaly, it would be fun if Edred heard Dimitri’s voice sometimes. Specifically, when Dimitri wants to suggest something.

Remember when Edred tried to distract Melinda from looking by explaining the mysterious magic behind the awakening of these statues?

In the screens Edred makes several hand movements and acts pretty awkward. In my mind, this is a rare instance of Dimitri’s mannerism, while the words come from Edred himself. But, I’d like to imagine Dimitri told him to come up with a bluff, Edred started talking and panicked, which resulted intro a rather poor performance.

Another instance of ‘Dimitri’s taking over’ is presumably in the ship when Edred tried to woo Melinda.

These make me laugh, you have no idea

I call these ‘Edred your Dimitri is showing when you flirt’

And if my silly idea ‘Dimitri communicates with Edred sometimes’ is somewhat true, I would even take into consideration the possibility of Dimitri being Edred’s wingman xD

Just imagine Dimitri trying to cheer up poor Edred because his love gave him ‘the STARE’ and then suggesting he should remind her of their first date and Edred is immediately like: YES, THAT’S IT! And then he whispers to his sword to do the thing we saw in the episode lol

Also, I wanted to add that the smile presented in this screen above is an expressio of pride that emerges from BOTH Edred and Dimitri. Maybe it is Edred’s smiling due to the fact he’s sure his plan to make Melinda love him again will come into fruition but my silly brain can’t help but wonder if Dimitri’s also content he is sitting in the first row and whitnessing a romance novel in live action lol

That being said, I’m lookng forward to Dimitri manifesting more often.

(and waiting for Edward to cuss in Russian because why not it would be funny)

#uwe #unicorn warriors eternal #edred #uwe edred #dimitri dynamo #my silly ideas regarding dimitri and edred being homies xD

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dendro-bunny · 3 months

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Drawn to you like the sea to the shore ======================

Rafayel X Reader

(A/N): bro- why am I actually like this man having inspiration to write at 12 am. Like am I ok? Idk anyway I wrote this in one sitting and I forgot how to write… it’s been so long :(

Warning: Suggestive, pretty fluffy, light body dysmorphia (why does this work have a ‘y’ in it? Like English please chill for once!)

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As you push the door from your bathroom you look at your boyfriend bashfully. You pull on your dress away from your body. You give a small cough to draw his attention.

“Ahem… Ralfy? Uh are you sure this is ok? I’m not sure this is the right outfit for me?” You start shifting on your heels.

Smugly he opens his mouth to say something, then he looks up from his phone and his jaw drops. The words escape him with a gasp. His eyes rake over your figure drinking the sight of you in. In what feels like forever he looks at your face through his lashes.

“Sorry was distracted, what did you say cutie?” Rafayel gives you a cunning smile while tilting his head.

“Maybe I should take it off-” you go to turn around to the bathroom and feel yourself be tugged. You feel your back hit a chest and you look up to see Rafayel staring at you with a serious expression. As your big doe eyes look at him he groans and stuffs his face in your neck.

“Don’t take it off my muse, you look like a true masterpiece. One that I could never recreate.” You feel his hands start to trace your sides, from the bottom of your thighs up to your shoulders. Paying extra attention to every curve and crevice of your body.

“God and the scent you have on drives me wild-“ he cuts himself off by inhaling you deeply before letting out a groan. “I know you think you look bad but babe trust me you look ravishing, the way your hair sculpts your face and your eyes give off the most gorgeous hue, not to mention your lips.” He turns you to face him. His hand caresses your face. A hand firmly pulls you close to him as he plants a feverish kiss against your mouth. Like he’s depraved and hungry for you.

Rafayel was always passionate about everything he does, when inspiration strikes that is. When it came to you he always had inspiration. Always knew what to say to you always knew how to hold you even, if he was a big tease about it. With his kisses he always puts his 100 into it. All the words that elude him he puts into his kisses.

He pulls away only to breathe for a moment before leaving hungry pecks on your lips and jaw. “Maybe I should take that off of you, and show you how much I want you.” You can only whimper not being able to get a word out.

Your common sense tells you to push him away so you actually make it to Ms. Talia’s event on time for once, but the other part of you wants him to. It wants him to so bad. Your skin feels like his evol is crawling underneath it. You feel your back pushed against a cool surface.

“Raf- Rafayel please.” “What are you asking for cutie? Fishies like me don’t understand human gestures.” He taunts with a laugh. He goes back to leaving marks over your neck and shoulders.

“Please… T-Talia is waiting for us…” You barely manage to push out between pants. He grumbles something against your neck and huffs. “Rafayel we promised to be on time this time.” You give him pleading eyes and he caves. He steps back as a groan of annoyance comes from his puffy lips.

“Why did you have to go and make that promise babe, especially when you look so good.” He gives you a lovesick smile and squeezes your hips. “Then I’ll change so you aren’t so… distracted.” You look at him as his eyes scan over your freshly made bruises.

“Good luck with that cutie, I’m always distracted by you. No matter what you, especially when you aren’t wearing anything and you’re in my bed underneath- Oof.” You cut him off by throwing a nearby plush at him. You scream a few profanities at him and walk into the bathroom trying to hide your flushed expression.

“Yeah you do that a lot underneath me to- ow! Was that a toilet paper roll?!” He picks up his expensive toilet paper laughing.

“Next time it’s the whole toilet!” You slam the door and a howl of laughter comes from the other side of the door. You swear that lemurian was gonna be the death of you.

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Holy shit did not think I’d write again- but like THIS MAN HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD LIKE THE PURE FILTH IN MY MIND OF HIM IS IMMACULATE-

Ahem anyway maybe I’ll write more but this is a gift, very late valentines gift XD

#bunnix writes #bunnix #fluff #suggestive #rafayel #love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #rafayel x you #bunnix simps again #bunnix returns?!#rusty writing

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smut-slut69 · 1 year

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God That Was Amazing

Words:4.1k Includes: Smut, Squirting, Overstimulation, Doggy-style, Cunnilingus, Blow-Jobs, Cum, Making Up, Angry~Y/n Ship: Chishiya x Reader TW: N/A This is a gift for @skysobsessions. They requested this and I just had to write it. If you guys ever have any requests hit me with them. I will write anything. I quite literally have every kink in the world. Enjoy❤

A Cure For Writer's Block #3 _______________________

Two months, three days, and thirty-two minutes.

That's how long it had been since your boyfriend, Chishiya, had touched you. Well, you weren’t sure about the minutes part. But it had definitely been two months since you had had sex. And you missed it. The way he would eat you out until you couldn’t feel your legs, the way he fingered you and hit just the right spots, and the way he fucked you. God, there was nothing like that. He always plowed you so hard and so fast just so he could see your legs quiver.

But the feeling was starting to feel foreign. And your toys could never compare to what he would do to you. But no matter how many passes you made, Chishiya had been shooting you down a lot lately. He was always tired, or busy filing papers. It was honestly feeling like he didn’t want you anymore. Didn't like you anymore. And it was hurting. Hurting more than you let show.

You let out a sigh as you heard keys jingling, knocking yourself out of your thoughts and walking down the stairs. Chishiya was locking the door when you saw him. You smiled brightly. He, however, was not.

“Hey baby,” you said as you inched toward him. Rolling your arms around his neck, lifting your head up in hopes of a kiss. He simply patted your back, shutting you down. You backed away, face frowning as he walked up the stairs. You tried to shake off the hurt and followed him up.

He got into the room, set his work bag down, and started to discard his clothes. “So, how was your day?” You tried, settling yourself on your bed.

“Tiring,” he grumbled.

That was his usual response nowadays, “Maybe we could watch a movie and relax a bit” you suggested.

He shook his head, “Not tonight y/n”. Not even using pet names anymore. Just your name.

“Shiya, I’m trying here. I just want to spend time with you” You said, trying to contain yourself. You could feel tears brimming in your eyes. But you weren’t sad, you were feeling quite angry. You hated being an angry crier.

“Y/n, I’ve been working double time. And I still have work to do. We can do something tomorrow, "he said.

“You’ve been saying that for so long Chishiya! And you never make good on that” You said, voice raising and those angry tears starting to fall. “Y/n, stop being dramatic” He sneered.

You felt your eye twitch. Never ever would you let something like that slide. You cracked your neck before standing up. You had a right to be upset and god were you ready to let him know that. “You wanna see dramatic Chishiya, I’ll show you dramatic!”. He rolled his eyes as he changed into his night clothes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me sir, I have a fucking right to be upset. You haven’t touched me in 2 fucking months Chishiya. Fuck, we haven’t even been on a date for longer. We don’t even eat dinner together anymore. When I wake up, you´re not here. When I go to sleep you´re not here. This is the first time all week you’ve come home at your usual time!”You screamed, watching him shake his head, an annoyed expression coming onto his face.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that, I’m your girlfriend. You supposedly love me, which means I should come first. Fuck work, I should be a priority.”You screamed.

A thickly awkward silence settled over you too. You were ready to start up again when you heard your phone ring. You glared at Chishiya before turning around and grabbing your phone. It was Usagi, your friend you had met at Chishiya´s office.

“Hello,” You answered.

“Hey Y/n, you and Chishiya are still meeting us at that fancy new Italian place down the street right.”Your eyes widened as you turned to Chishiya.

Apparently, both of you forgot about it and were both giving each other the same look. “Oh yeah, we’re on our way. Be there soon.” you promised.

“Okay, see you guys.” Usuagi said before she hung up the phone.

You rolled your eyes at the man, “Looks like you can’t sleep yet, go put on a suit and meet me downstairs. I gotta figure out how to do my makeup in 15 minutes' 'You said. Chishiya didn’t even bother arguing anymore. You were heated and it was not a good idea to upset you more.

It took you a little more than twenty minutes for you to finish getting ready, but when you came down, you looked at Chishiya. In a simple black suit. He eyed you up and down. Peering at your red gown.

“Lets go” you said, he opened the door for you and you proceeded to the car.. Getting into the passenger's seat. He hopped in soon as well and started the car. As you drove the awkward silence stayed with you two. Lingering in the air.

While you stopped in front of a red light he turned to you, “Listen, Y/n . . .”He didn't finish his sentence. You put your manicured hands in his face, “Shut it, I don’t want to hear it”You said. He sighed and mumbled something that you didn’t address. If you had, you were definitely going to end up in a car crash. As he pulled up in front of the Italian restaurant. Chishiya got out the car and opened your door. You got out and walked ahead as he tossed his keys to the valet. You tried to keep yourself calm as you were in public, and somewhere that costs more than your own freaking house. But you could still feel yourself fuming.

Scanning the room, you located Usagi and Arisu sitting in a nice booth in the restaurant. They waved at you and you headed there. You sensed Chishiya walking behind you too. You sat down and Chishiya sat next to you. The restaurant was quite nice. You actually wanted to enjoy yourself. The place was bathed in a pretty red glow, and champagne had already been placed in an ice bucket on the table. The place was made of romance. But you weren't feeling it.

The awkward silence that had been settling between you and Chishiya was still thick in the air. As if sensing the tension between you two, Usagi started up some small talk. Which you engaged in.

Everything was seemingly going well. You even managed to speak civilly to chishiya. But Arisu just had to say something.

In the middle of Usagi's talks about your favorite wines, he spoke up. Usagi was just telling you about this red wine she had tried so many years back when Arisu interrupted, ¨I think they have that exact brand at that winery we´re going to next week.

“Ooh, that sounds really nice. What are you guys going to do there?”you asked.

“Oh, we rented a couples suite, beautiful views, gorgeous wine, and the love of my life”He said. Usagi’s eyes went to him and she smiled. And you were insanely jealous of her during that moment. “Wow Arisu, that is so beautiful, Chishiya you should take some notes”You said, mumbling the last part under your breath,

Chishiya grit his teeth, he was getting sick of your mouth. “Y/n, not now”

“Oh, you don’t want our friends to know how shitty you treat me?”You said, voice getting louder.

“Stop it Y/n”he growled.

“I´m just admire how Arisu treats Usagi like the fucking queen she is. I must be dirt compared to her”you laughed, taking a sip of your wine.

He rolled your eyes, “I swear you are so fucking dramatic”

You turned to Arisu, “Do you think I’m being dramatic Arisu. I mean look at me, I’m hot, right?”you said.

Arisu looked at you unsurley but nodded. “See Chishiya, Arisu thinks i´m hot. Something you clearly don't recognize¨ You said. Chishiya knew who he was arguing with. You could argue until there was no point left to it. That's what he loved about you. You were spunky and loud and dramatic as hell. But right now he is not enjoying it.

The waiter came around as you poured another glass of champagne for yourself. Usagi just shook her head at him to make him leave. He did not want to be here when the argument really got started.

¨Hey Usagi¨ you asked, taking a sip out of your champagne.

She looked up from her own glass of wine, ¨hm¨ she hummed.

¨When was the last time you and Arisu went on a date¨You said. Chishiya put his hands on his head, massaging his temples. This was going to be a long night.

¨We were out earlier¨She answered cautiously. You were truly sweet most of the time. But when you were angry. You were scary.

¨That's nice, you guys are such a sweet couple.¨You said, taking another sip of champagne before putting the glass down. ¨I´am assuming you all fucked before you came here to¨ you said, the words flowed out so casually from you that everyone looked at you shocked.

¨It's pretty obvious, your mascara is still stained down your face a little, and Arisu´s shirt isn´t buttoned all the way up. And this man never does that. You're a lucky girl. Your actually getting some. Imagine not getting touched for two months¨You admitted, voice raising up higher.

¨Wish I knew who that was¨You said, rolling your eyes.

Chishiya stood up, grabbing you by the arm, ¨Okay guys we´re heading home, clearly she can´t handle her alcohol today¨He chuckled, ushering you up.

You snatched your arm away, ¨I´m perfectly sober, I just wanted you to see how good of a man Arisu was, compared to your shi-¨You started, but Chishiya interrupted, ¨Okay that's enough, we´ll see you guys. Sorry we didn't get to the food but it was nice seeing you¨ He said, dragging you back to the car. You waited angrily for the car and opened the door for yourself getting in. He soon got in and drove off.

Now he was angry too, you could see it in the way he gripped the steering wheel. ¨That was so incredibly childish and embarrassing y/n¨He said.

You huffed, was it childish, probably. But you were fuming and you weren't too sure you cared. You stayed quiet. Just wallowing on your side of the car, as he drove you home. When you got home you took off your shoes. Letting your red dress trail behind you as you walk up the stairs. He followed close behind you.

¨You shouldn't have made a scene like that,¨Chishiya sighed.

¨Well excuse me for being upset that the boy I love doesn´t want me!¨You yelled, ready for another screaming session.

¨Where the hell did you even get that idea from!¨ He yelled back, stepping closer to you.

You stepped up to him too, ¨Its obvious, you don´t kiss me, you don´t miss me, you don´t even fuck me anymore for fucks sakes!¨

He inched closer, arms length away from you. ¨God you have such a filthy fucking mouth¨He said.

You inched closer, faces centimeters apart, ¨Your so fucking frustrating¨You sneered.

There was a brief pause.

Then your lips crashed against each other. Chishiya´s hands quickly found their way to your ass, reaching down and squeezing the plump flesh. Your hands tugged at the hair just above Chishiya´s neck as your teeth clunked roughly together.

Chishiya plunged his tongue into your mouth, exploring every corner he could, you whimpered as you felt his hands caress your thighs, hoisting you up and over your lap. You felt the two of you moving and you soon felt yourself being dropped on the bed. Chishiya climbed on top of you, trailing kisses down your jaw. You let out a heavy sigh as he peppered your neck with kisses. Moaning when he bit that perfect spot.

You had missed the way he kissed you, you missed how well he knew your body. Clearly your body had too. You could feel yourself pulsing at just the thought of what he was going to do to you next. And you could feel the mess in your panties too.

Maybe you too should argue more.

You felt Chishiya´s cold fingers come to roll around your nipple, making you stifle a moan. Much to your dismay you felt him back away. Moving to stand up in front of the bed.

¨Take your dress off for me princess¨He said as he slowly palmed himself over his pants. You move on your knees and slowly fiddles with the strap of the dress. Once it was off the top of the dress dropped down, revealing your full tits. Nipples hardening both from his attention and the cold air of the room. You shimmied off the rest of your dress to reveal, black and lacey underwear underneath.

¨No bra,¨ He chuckled. You smiled as he fished his cock out of his pants. It was hard and leaking pre–cum. You missed seeing him like this.

¨Suck it Princess,¨He instructed, ¨Make it sloppy¨.

You crawled towards his cock, using your hand to lightly stroke it. He threw his head back at the sensation, rewarding you with another glorious pump of precum. You kissed along Chishiya´s shaft, enjoying the teasing.

By the grunt he made, you could tell that Chishiya was getting upset. So you kissed the tip, finally pushing his cock past your lips. You slowly bobbed your head up and down. Savoring the taste of your blonde boyfriend's cock. You loved how frustrated his face looked as your teasing continued. Annoyed, Chishiya bunched up your hair in a ponytail and starting fucking your mouth. Forcing your mouth to deep throat him. You choked and gagged on him as he pressed you to the base. Slobber dripping out and onto your tits as he released your head.

He let you regain a little bit more control and you went back and forth. Bobbing up and down on his cock. Soon his hand returned to your hair. Thrusting into your mouth. You peaked up at Chishiya through your lashes as you gagged on his cock once again when it hit the absolute back of your throat. He looked down at you and the scene was gorgeous. Your lipstick had stained his cock a pretty pink, the rest was smeared over your face. Your tits were covered in a mix of his precum and your slobber. And tears were brimming in your eyes. And the way you looked at him. It was like you were begging him to cum down your throat.

So he did, deep down inside your throat making you choke on him. He swore he struggled to keep himself up straight as he pushed out what had to have been truck loads of cum.

When he was finally done he let go of your hair. You opened your mouth, letting him see the strings of white laying across your tongue. ¨Swallow¨ He commanded. You rolled your tongue back into your mouth. Moaning at the taste of him. He watched you do it, smiling as you swallowed.

He eyed you up and down, “Spread your legs' 'he said. You quickly laid on your back. Spread your legs on the edge of the bed, peering up at him. Chishiya knelt down in front of you, his hard on stiffening already at the sight of you so ready for him. You giggled excitedly as he lightly traced over your slit through your panties. Fingers tracing lightly along you. He pressed a kiss to your clit, making you shiver a little.

“You’re so beautiful” he sighed as he shuffled your underwear down your legs. You were dripping. You had barely been touched and your clit was already stiff and swollen. He knelt down and blew on your clit. Making you whimper. He swung your legs over his shoulder. Leaning down to lick a long stripe over you. He took his time, trailing his tongue through your pussy. Savoring the taste of you. Unfortunately, that was all he seemed to be doing. You moved your hands through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, pushing him closer.

He chuckled, and finally started licking over your clit. You moaned loudly at the feeling. God your man was so good with his tongue. He knew you perfectly. He knew everything to do just to make you scream.

Chishiya brought your clit between his lips, suckling on it. “F-fuck”you shuttered as his toungue lapped over your clit. Whenever he did that he hit a beautiful spot that made your legs quiver. “Fuck Shiya baby, it feels so good. Faster baby, faster”You whimpered as his tongue swirled around your clit, making you arch your back up into him.

Your legs shook the faster he went, you were mumbling nonsense at this point. You could barely think right now. Not when the tight coil in your stomach was ready to uncurl. But of course the bastard backed up just as your toes were on the verge of curling. Leaving your pussy terribly wet and aching.

You sat up annoyed. “So now you're too tired to actually make me cu-”, hands wrapped around your throat.

“We are not starting up again. Be patient princess, that's all I’m asking” He said. You don’t know what the hand around your throat was doing to you. But it was working fucking miracles because for once, you listened to him and shut up. “Good job princess, be nice and quiet just like that. Get on your hands and knees”He instructed.

You nodded as he released your throat. You moved to be on your hands and feet. You heard him discard his clothes before coming behind you. His cold fingers traced along your back, forcing you into an arch. Head against the pillows of your shared bed. Chishiya sighed behind you as his hands came to squeeze your ass. Leaving a smack to it.

“God your ass is so fat. I couldn’t stop looking at it while you were yelling at me. It was strangely hot” He chimed. Before you could respond, you felt his tip rub against your lips. Passing through to your clit making you squirm. You felt the tip press against your entrance. He was big, and even though he had been to you many times before, he never failed to stretch you. Thankfully you were dripping and he was able to push all the way in. The moan you let out may have been over the top, but you had missed the feeling of him inside of you. Slowly he pulled back out, letting the tip slide out before thrusting back in, hard.

He started to fuck into you slowly, making you clench around his thick cock. His hands rested at your hips as he went faster. You whimpered and clutched at the blankets around you as he fuckied into you. He was hitting that good spot inside of you. The one that always made you quiver. He draped himself over your back, hand reaching around your neck. Squeezing a little. He licked over the shell of your ear, kissing your ear.

“You look so beautiful under me princess”He whispered, “You always look so beautiful”He said as he kissed along your neck. You whined under the praise, hearing words you had wanted to hear so bad for so long. You moaned as he sat back up to fuck into you faster. judging from the white ring forming around his cock and the spirts of juices coming out of you, you were incredibly close to cumming. And you didn’t want anything but to do just that, right on his cock.

He knelt back down and went back to your ear. Choking you again. “Dirty princess, creaming on my cock now. You wanna cum so bad don’t you baby”He whispered. You whined and nodded. “Then cum princess, go on ''He said. That's all you needed, a few more thrusts and your legs started quaking. You squirted on Chishiya as he continued to fuck into you, raising you up so your bare back against his chest.

He didn’t stop. He kept pounding your pussy, making you shiver from overstimulation. It was so much, too much as he hit your g-spot over and over again. You felt tears well up in your eyes from the hopeless feeling. “Sh-shiya, b-baby it's too much”you slurred. Hands balling up into fists as you tried to handle what he was giving.

“You can take it Princess, be a good girl for me and give me one more. You can do that for me”He said.

“Mhmm,”you whimpered. He kept pounding you, snaking his hands over your clit. He swirled over it harshly making your legs quake. The only reason you were still upright was due to Chishiya’s hand around your throat. Whenever he squeezed you swear you creamed. God he was giving it to you so fucking good. Everything he was doing felt so fucking good.

You heard Chishiya grunt behind you, usually he was extremely quiet during sex while you were quite loud. But he was getting close clearly and he didn’t seem to really care. “God princess your pussy´is so good. It's like you're begging me to cum inside you” he moaned.

You clenched around him, tears falling down your eyes as he rubbed at you harder. His hips stuttered and soon he was filling you with cum. You moaned and your eyes rolled back into your head as Chishiya had the nerve to speed up.

Feeling his cum inside of you, the overwhelming sensation of him on your clit, the overstimulation, the tears running down his eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore. You swore you had never squirted so hard in your entire life. Your legs shook terribly as you came. You couldn’t even moan. You just took the few week thrusts you were given as you tried to calm down from your high.

When Chishiya let go of your neck you fell back onto the bed. He pulled out of you, dick wet with all of your cum, and plopped down next to you.

“God that was amazing”you sighed. Chishiya turned to face you, “Yes it was''. He opened his arms and pulled your still shaking body closer. His dick grazed your clit and you jolted from the overstimulation. “Sorry princess”he apologized.

You hugged him tightly. You can’t remember the last time the two of you had been like this. Cuddled up in bed and being with each other. But there was still something lingering in the air. And you didn’t want that, Not ever.

“Shiya, baby”You called. He looked down at you, “I’m sorry for yelling at you” you apologized.

“I deserved it y/n. You’re right, I should pay more attention to you, "he said.

You sat up to look Chishiya in the eye, “No, I got angry, way too angry. But I wasn’t really mad at you. I just, I just missed you. You were gone all the time. I started to think the worst. I started to think that maybe there was someone else. I started to think that maybe you didn’t think i was pretty, or maybe you didn’t love me, or maybe you just didn’t want me anymore”You said, swiping a tear away from your face.

Chishiya sat up too, “Princess don’t say that, your body’s beautiful. You are perfect to me, I love you so much. You’re the only one I want Y/n.”He chuckled, “I mean, have you seen this ass”He said, reaching down to slap it. You kissed Chishiya and smiled, settling back down into Chishiya.

“For the record, I’ve been at work so late because of one of my patients Hayato. I had to perform a really important surgery for him. He needed a lung transplant and I was determined to give it to him. And after the surgery he was in stable condition to finally get the transplant. But then some rich guy bought it off him. And, Hayato passed,” He confessed.

“Oh god, that's terrible” You respond.

“It was, he was a sweet boy. I guess it kinda knocked me off a little. But you definitely brought me back. I guess I was avoiding you because I didn't want you to see me like that. I think I really missed you too, "he confessed.

You sat up for another kiss then you settled back on him. Finally closing your eyes.

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mazeinthemiroh · 2 years

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café cuddles

Genre: Fluff, Lee know x Reader, One-Shot

Word count: 2k

Warnings: A lot of fluff

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: It was about time that you treated your boyfriend to a little trip to the cat cafe.

Author's Notes: I really hope you enjoy this. As a Lee Know and cat enjoyer, I genuinely loved writing this one. It is very very fluffy!! You have been warned!!! Feel free to let me know what you think <3

"Hey, you wanna go to a cat cafe with me?"

It was a simple question, objectively. A basic query which prompted a yes or no answer. And yet it seemed to be taking your boyfriend an exceptional amount of time to answer.

You watched as your boyfriend stared intensely at you, not once breaking eye contact as he took a loud, obnoxious slurp from his coffee cup. On putting the cup down, he pursed his lips slightly, before flashing his teeth on full display with a big, wide grin. And, paired with his glorious, faded purple hair, he reminded you of the cheshire cat. Perhaps, that was his intention.

"Of course, is that even a question?" He said smugly, a small smile now replacing his grin. He fiddled with his white earphones, trying to untangle the heaped mess it had become from just living in the pocket of his coat.

"O-oh," you said, blinking at his abrupt answer.

"What? What did you expect me to say? No?" Minho chuckled as he finally untangled his earphones, before shoving them back into his pocket once more.

"Well no I knew you have cats. I just didn't know if cat cafes were your thing, you know?" You stared down at your own coffee mug, moving it in circles as if to stir the mixture that way.

You two hadn't been on too many dates. In fact, this was your third date. You found getting to know Minho on a personal level a bit challenging, but you knew that would be the case. It didn't matter to you. He had been nothing but charming and hilarious ever since you started dating. But you wanted to see him in a different environment. The only time you had met up with him was either at his work or in a normal cafe you were sitting in right now. So you wanted to change things up a little. Doing something you thought he would like.

So you were glad he excepted.

Minho suddenly got up from his seat and started to put his coat on, shoving his arm in one of the sleeves.

"W-what are you doing?" You question his sudden behaviour.

"I thought you wanted to go to a cat cafe?" He smiled as he slid his other arm into the other sleeve.

"Well yeah, but now?? You just had a coffee," you couldn't help but laugh at his behaviour. He always had random spurts of energy. Always full of surprises. You could never figure out what was going on in his head.

"Might as well go now, before it gets dark."

"Oooo someone's eager," you chuckled playfully before you put your own coat on, embracing its cosy interior.

Minho held an arm out for you to latch onto. It was a quick habit to adopt in your relationship: linking arms. You found your boyfriend was more private in terms of his affection for you, but that didn't stop him from initiating what he thought was romantic behaviour. You were both trying to feel each other out, both being in the early stages of your dating life together. It was hard sometimes, noticing each other's boundaries, your likes and dislikes, and as much as you had learned about Minho in the last three dates, you realised you had not learnt enough. Perhaps he was maintaining a cool guy image, the usual witty jokester who has not much to say about himself, but rather, plenty to say about others. He intrigued you, to say the least.

When you walked out of the cafe, you both ventured down the street, arm in arm as your steps matched each other's rhythm. Pondering over casual affairs, as you did before, you both walked and walked. A cool, easy breeze weaved between your bodies, hitting the coolness of your face and spreading goosebumps on your skin. You clung to Minho's arm further for warmth, looking up to him to see if this was okay. But his expression was blank, barely flinching at your tighter grip.

Eventually, you found your destination.

After receiving a warm reception from the cafe owners, you were both embraced by the smell of coffee beans and the sight of cats roaming all around. A lady that worked there guided you to a table and explained the rules.

"So you can order any drinks or food at the counter here. We have hand sanitiser on every table to maintain hygiene when you go to play with the cats," she listed the various rules as quickly as possible, and Minho nodded along. But he knew what to do. This wasn't his first cat cafe, after all.

You both thanked her for the information as she left, before taking your coats off and settling them on the back of your chairs.

"Oh! And one more thing," the woman shuffled back, her shoes neatly marching back to the table you were seated at, "all of the cats are adoptable. So if you do have a special connection with one and want to take them home, please fill in an application sheet at the front!"

Your head immediately flashed to Minho. His eyes were wide and sparkling. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head. The lightbulb shining in his mind. The fireworks exploding in his thoughts. This was a game changer.

Immediately getting up from his seat, Minho made his way over to the biggest playpen, where most cats were in.

"You don't want a coffee first?"

"Nah, later." He waved a dismissive hand to you as you followed him to the playpen. Clearly, there was something more important on his mind.

Seeing all the fresh, newborn kittens wobbling about, their little feet examining the floor with each delicate step, trying to keep their balanced as best as they could. Some more grown-up kittens were chancing each other around, play fighting and nipping at each other's ears, only to sink into a bundle of cuddles together. There was a mother cat that could be seen in the corner, feeding her young, and even licking some of her kittens to clean them, knowing they can't do it themselves yet. Some cats were small. Some cats were big. Some cats were black and white, some cats were brown, some ginger, some grey. Some cats had three legs, while other cats had one eye.

But all the cats were beautiful. And Minho? Minho wanted all of them.

He sat down cross-legged as he waited for little kittens to explore his body. One brave cat went up to him immediately, sniffling and rubbing itself along his leg.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Minho said in a cute, pouty, doting voice. A voice you had never heard before. You supposed he used it with his other cats at him. It made your heart burst. Who knew how adorable he was?

With gentle fingers, he scratched the head of this cat, little it become comfortable with him. And as you sat down next to your boyfriend, soon more of them had come to say hello.

Your heart was melting at the tiny little kittens. How helpless they were. And how curious they were about the world. It was endearing watching them take their settings in. And the adult cats, so ready to love. Some had been rescued from cruel owners, but now, in this environment, they were taken care of. Looked after. As they rightfully should be. A soft smile appeared on your lips.

What was more enthralling was seeing Minho completely captivated by the fluffy mayhem around him. He was thriving here. It was his happy place.

Yes, your boyfriend. The one you, before you even started dating him, said that he himself looked like a cat. Admiring his feline features, his cat-like eyes, the head-tilt he did when he was confused. The way he talked and expressed himself with both grace and sarcasm. All the characteristics of the fluffy friends he has now made today. It was like this was his home.

"Y/N..."

"Yeahhh?"

"... I want them."

"Yes, I can see that," you giggled at his childish voice and the pout now plastered on his face. "I don't think you have enough room in your apartment-"

"But I want them alllll" he sounded like a toddler about to throw a tantrum as he folded his arms, giving you an angry expression, making you laugh even more.

"Cutie," you leaned over and grabbed both his cheeks, squeezing them in your hands, making him briskly bash your hands away in a grumpy manner. "Gahh stop that!" His pout deepened.

You grinned at him. It was lovely seeing a much softer side to your boyfriend.

You were both there for a very long time, taking your time with each cat that wanted to be touched. It was probably the softest moment you had ever experienced with a partner before.

After being there for so long, it was nearing closing time. Outside the cat cafe, the world was getting darker, the sun setting behind the buildings of the city. You both made your way out of the big playpen and into the open area of the cafe. There were still so many more cats to play with, most of them maturer and confident ones who preferred being at the front of the cafe. Some set on the window sills, looking out as the people on the outside looked in, cooing at them as they stretched and posed for them. Some cats had slept the whole day, curled up in their little baskets, their bodies rising and falling softly by the gentleness of their breathing.

As you and Minho were getting ready to leave, he stopped putting on his coat when he caught sight of a cat on the other end of the window sill. He was a much older cat, you could tell. Light fur, puffy cheeks, and a grumpy frown on his face. He didn't seem to take much interest in the hustle and bustle of the people who were getting ready to leave inside the cafe. He looked like he was usually left alone, and perhaps he liked it that way. Besides, with all the new and younger cats coming in, it wasn't exactly surprising. He was quiet; meditative. He sat, staring out into the world, looking like he was contemplating life.

He was perfect.

"Go ahead, I'll meet you out there," Minho mumbled to you in a soft voice, seeing as you were ready to leave. You did as he said, waiting for him outside and buttoning up your coat.

You couldn't help but smile to yourself as you shoved your hands into the warmth of your coat pockets. Clearly, you brought out the softer side in Minho. You felt like doing a little dance, feeling like a victory had fallen upon you. You felt so honoured to have even witnessed him so happy and playful with the cats. Your heart felt glad. The affection you had for him before had only grown. Getting him to smile in such a way was all you could ever ask for.

"Ready to go?"

You turned around to look at your boyfriend, and what you saw was both a surprise and not a surprise at all.

In Minho's hands lay a little pet carrier, in which held the fluffy, grumpy old man cat. You looked at the smile on your boyfriend's face.

And you realised, in an instant, you had never met a man quite like him before.

Yep, you thought to yourself, he's the one for me.

Smiling back, you grabbed his arm as you both walked down the street you came from.

"Good choice," you giggled as he smiled sheepishly in return.

"Ha, thanks," he grinned softly, "I'm good at making choices. You know why?"

"Why?" You giggled, turning to him in curiosity. He stopped walking suddenly and, with his free, hand, he cupped your face with his hand, inching closer to your face.

"Because I chose you, too."

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