#looking at them and just sighing before rolling up his sleeves and teaching them to properly use a kitchen knife

[novathestarrygalaxy]

More than Friends [Park sunghoon x Female Reader]

Word Count: 5,482.

Warnings: None

Themes: Fluff, Childhood best friends to lover

Now Playing:I Fell In Love With My Best Friend

Sunghoon has always been the quiet type. Maybe not that type where he's too shy to approach someone, rather, he's that type who is happy with the friends he found at the playground 12 years ago and not looking for anyone new. With the exception of two, all his friends have been with him since kindergarten. Though there's a visible age gap in the friend group, they somehow managed to become the most popular of high school students with their charm. Sunghoon is content with his friends and enjoys their company. The only annoying things in his life are the crazy fangirls (he never thought high school guys could have those) and mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Since he had seen the crazy fangirls drooling all over him, any interest in dating or pursuing someone vanished in an instant. Not like he had any before-but the thought had been there. Now even the thought makes him nervous. Dating someone who keeps his hair in her locker? Nah, he'd pass.

Truth be told, he's more interested in enjoying his high school life with his friends rather than spending it with some girl who would get jealous if he even looks at another girl. And he's speaking from experience. That was his first and last relationship, which only lasted for two weeks. And it hadn't ended there like he expected or wished. The girl had some crazy antics up her sleeves, which he only realized later when he found a tweet of hers about how he had used her and dumped her. Though all her tries failed, since it was known around school that Sunghoon is a sweetheart to everyone. He wouldn't do something horrible to a girl. Plus, everyone knew how much of a crazy fangirl Tessa was for Sunghoon, so nobody bothered to believe her.

Currently, he is trying to get through a series of math and physics homework their teacher assigned for them over the weekend.  He is over at his best friend Jake's house, eating ice cream and expressing his frustration through chewing the spoon. He heaves a sigh and groans," Jake, please let me copy your homework. I'll pay for the movie tickets next time, I promise." 

Jake looked up at him with a mouthful of ice cream and mumbled something. Sunghoon just rolled his eyes in annoyance. "And how many times have I told you to not talk with food in your mouth?'

Jake gulps down the ice cream and looks at his best friend with a sheepish smile." Sorry, old habits-And how many times have I told you that, no, I won't let you copy off me! You should do your own work and be independent. I'll not always be there to be your cheat sheet. And also, you never pay for the movie tickets. You always promise and forget your wallet at home. I end up paying for us."

Sunghoon sighed, knowing it was useless trying to argue with the boy. Usually, Jake lectures him and after Sunghoon pouts or teases him, he gives up. But when it comes to math and physics, he never lets him copy off and starts to teach and make him understand. Sunghoon is happy with that, since Jake can teach way better than their old Ms.Crane ever could, but he is not in the mood for learning today. Like, who wants to learn for an hour on a weekend? Unbelievable. So when Jake offered to teach him, he straight up turned down offer because even though he teaches well, he would drag the lesson just to talk more about physics. Sunghoon wouldn't like this amazing noon to go to waste with long physics lessons. So he just stuffed his mouth with ice cream and hoping he would arrive at school tomorrow in time to copy off Jay or Heeseung.

As he looked back at his book and tried to make sense of what a scientist from two centuries before said, the door creaked open and Jake's older sister, (Name), walked in.

Jake's sister was older than them by two years, if we are only counting these two. She is in her senior year at high school, only a few months away from graduation. She is undoubtedly the most popular person in their whole school, being both pretty and intelligent. The perfect student, a prefect, an athlete and every teacher's favourite (Though Jake teases her by calling her a 'Teachers' Pet'). Oh, did he mention the school heartthrob? Every freaking guy in the school, except Sunghoon and his friends, had a crush on her. Sunghoon had practically grown up with her, being Jake's best friend and all. She is almost like an older sister to all of Jake's friends. She is known as their Friend Group's Special Guest. She pops up time to time. At this point, she might as well as be considered as a part of their group.

(Name) sat down beside them and, much to Jake's dismay, attacked their huge bowl of ice cream. As she picked up a spoonful of ice cream, she asked,"Too much homework?"

Jake put his hands behind his head in frustration and nodded."Too much homework."

Sunghoon saw a perfect opportunity to annoy Jake and grinned. He whined,"Noona, Jake isn't letting me copy off him."

(Name) chuckled while Jake rolled his eyes and shot him an annoyed look. She playfully shook her head and said,"Jake, why aren't you letting Sunghoon copy off you? It's not like he always does this. One time won't hurt."

Jake scowled."Noona, you don't know, this guy copies off me whenever he comes over, and by that I mean every weekend. He doesn't want to "waste" his precious weekend solving math. And it's not like I never let him copy off me. I just don't let him copy math and physics. And I offered to teach him, but he said that I take too much time to teach someone, and he would rather do anything else than spend his weekend noon listening to me ramble about math and physics." Jake shot Sunghoon a scornful look.

(Name) burst out laughing and threw her head back. She looked at Sunghoon and raise an eyebrow. She teased him with an amused tone,"Is that so, Sunghoon?'

Sunghoon blushed slightly and nodded. He sassily replied,"Well, who wants tpo waster their weekend listening to an hour long math and physics lecture?"

(Name) chuckled and nodded."Hmmm, you do have a point there, Sunghoon. But I have an idea. How about  instead of Jake lecturing you for an hour, I help you with your homework?'

Sunghoon clapped in excitement and nodded, while Jake protested,"Wait, why him? Your my sister, you're supposed to help me with my homework, not his."

(Name) rolled her eyes and said,"Because I know you already can do your homework, you nerd. Plus, I came here to tell you that Mum told you to get groceries."

Jake's mouth widened."Why me? It's your turn!"

(Name) smirked."Oh, I told her that I have an assignment due and I'll do with you guys, so Mum told me to tell you to get groceries, since you're not busy. And I'm pretty sure I can keep Sunghoon company. Right, Sunghoon?"

She tilted her head and winked at him while Jake was sulking, and a smirk formed on Sunghoon's face. This was their secret gesture, which meant it's time to tease and taunt Jake. It wasn't officially said between them; but whenever they teased Jake, she would tilt her head and wink at him. Sunghoon would also reply with a smirk of his own.

Sunghoon kept the smrik and said,"Oh, it's totally okay. I'm sure I'll survive an hour or so without you. Plus, you could also take a small walk outside in the beautiful sunlight."

Jake groaned in frustration and stood up. He glared at them and whined,"It's not fair!'

The two burst out laughing. As Jake gave them an annoyed look and was leaving the room, (Name) called out,"At least you won't have to worry about homework for a while!"

A curse word was heard as the boy slammed the door and left the room. They both burst into laughter again. (Name) clutched her stomach and almost fell over with her chair. Sunghoon threw his head back and banged on the table with his hand. They had, again, succeeded in teasing Jake and making him curse. Making him curse was always a big accomplishment, since the boy was mostly against cursing.

They somehow pulled themselves together and caught their breathes. (Name) looked up at Sunghoon with a smile and asked,"Another success?'

Sunghoon smiled back at her and nodded."Another success."

She sat up straight and looked at empty bowl of ice cream. A groan escaped her lips."That bastard ate the ice cream while we were busy annoying him. Guess he got his revenge some way." With that, she looked at him and gave a pouty look. She said,"Sunghoon, would you please get more ice cream from the fridge, please?'

Sungoon smiled and shook his head."Nope. Not happening. Jake also made me get the ice cream."

(Name) gave him one of her best puppy eyes and whined,"Please, Sunghoon. Won't you do a small favour for your dear noona?"

Sunghoon laughed at her antics and protested some more. But he gave up after a few minutes and went downstairs to get some more ice cream. As he came back, she pulled the bowl out of his hands and grabbed a spoonful of ice cream. Sunghoon sat back down next to her, she offered him his ice cream and he gladly accepted it.

(Name) sat up straight in her chair and said,"So you were having problems with your math and physics homework, right?'

Sunghoon nodded, and she flashed him a smile."How about I help you with your homework? I promise I won't lecture you for an hour like Jake. How does that sound?'

He smiled and replied,"Offer accepted."

(Name) smiled and he showed her the homework. As she started explaining to him, he couldn't help a smile growing on his face. She had always been like this, helping him with his homework. She explained way better than anyone he knew. Sometimes he wondered how a person could be this perfect. She was perfect from everyway; starting from looks to intelligence to personality. He always felt comfortable around her. She always put people at ease. Though she wasn't really an extrovert, she just had a natural way of talking to people. She never made anyone feel uncomfortable in her presence, and everyone loved her. She would always help the friend group out with homeworks and assignments; and as a Junior year student, Sunghoon really appreciated that.

As the sunlight fell on her face while she explained to him, he couldn't help noticing her beauty. She had a unique beauty. Her features might not have been the uncommon, but somehow her beauty seemed ethereal. Currently, it seemed as if the sunlight was showering her with affection; and it just enhanced her beauty even more. Sunghoon's heart fluttered, and his heartbeat fastened. His mind went into a frenzy as he recognized this feeling. The feeling of falling in love might sound like an exaggeration, but he knew it as what it was. The same feeling he felt in middle school towards that one girl who rejected him on the school rooftop.

Sunghoon wondered about their friendship. He had known her since the day four year old him fell down on the playground, and a four year old Jake and a six year old (Name) came rushing to help him up. From then, they'd been inseperable. It didn't matter that she was older than both of them, his bond with them was stronger than he had with any of his other friends. She was the reason he never got more than a week's detention for skipping class. She always covered for all of them. Even after becoming a prefect, she never reported them for skipping classes. Favoritism? Maybe. But she was all about supporting harmless fun. That's one of the many reasons everyone at school loved her.

She and Jake were the ones who took care of his grandma while she was sick. She was the reason he passed his middle school finals while he was seriously sick and in bed. She and all his friends stayed up all night, watching over him in turns. She was the eldest and in high school, so she helped them study for the finals at daytime. She was the one who ran out at 2 A.M, all alone, to get emergency medicines for him while his condition got worse. She had always been there for him, along with all his friends. They were his life. He didn't know what he'd do without them. They are a part of him.

(Name) tapped his shoulder, and Sunghoon snapped out of his trance. She had been calling him for some time now. He scratched the back of his head and flashed her an embarrassed smile, gesturing for her to continue.

As time went on with her helping him with his homework, he found himself getting butterflies time to time. He tried to fight the feeling, but he just couldn't. Eventually, they finished the homework and as they kickbacked on Jake's bed to watch a movie, Jake came back and joined them. Sunghoon felt bad, thinking what Jake would say if he found out his best friend had started developing a crush on his sister. Not something positive, Sunghoon thought. But as the afternoon and evening went on with them watching the movie, he just couldn't help feeling guilty as his feelings didn't seem to go away at all. Rather, they seemed to grow. When he left their house, he turned to them and gave those two a hug, like he had always done before. But hugging (Name) made him flustered, which never happened before. Thankfully, neither Jake nor (Name) noticed his behavior, or he would be even more embarrassed.

The next two weeks at school, he tried to avoid (Name) as much as possible. But that proved to be hard, as she was almost always hanging out with them at lunch and recess. He even stopped going over at Jake's for the weekend, giving the excuse that he had chores to do at home. Jake was visibly bummed out, but it didn't seem like he suspected that Sunghoon was lying. But all his efforts went in vain, as he couldn't avoid her much. He would have to see her everyday at lunch. He couldn't stop hanging out with his friends, or they would've suspected that something was up. Still, he tried to talk to (Name) as ew times as possible. But he just couldn't help noticing everything about her. How she smiled, how she threw her head back while laughing, how her lips automatically formed a small pout when she was surprised, how her lips parted when she was zoning out. Every small thing. His feelings for her only continued to grow.

And his behavior didn't go unnoticed by his friends too, even though he tried his best to act normal around them. They had known him enough to know that something was up. Every sing le one of them asked what was wrong. Jake and Jay looked really worried for him. Ni-Ki Heeseung even cornered him one day at class.

Heeseung walked up to his desk and leaned against it. He crossed his arms as he looked at the younger. He asked,"What's wrong, Sunghoon? You've been acting really weird these days. Everyone's worried about you. Jake even told me that you didn't go over at his last two weekends, which is really unusual for you."

Sunghoon felt guilty. Of course everyone would be worried for him. But that thought had flown over his head. As he realized that he was making everyone worried for him, he felt really mad at himself. He had been a dumbass by not realizing it before.

He didn't want to worry them even further, so he assured Heeseung that he was okay. But the boy didn't look convinced. He kept shaking his head and asking what was wrong. At last, Sunghoon gave up. He sighed. "I'll tell you, okay? But please don't tell the others. At least, not for now."

Heeseung leaned in closer as Sunghoon started explaining. He looked away and said,"I...How do I say this....Okay...The thing is, I have a crush on (Name)."

Heeseung's eyes widened. (Name) was their childhood friend. She had been a part of their friend group since always. Even though she couldn't always be with them, since she was two grades above them, it didn't matter. She always hung out with them at weekends. And when they finally came to high school, their friend group was complete again. But he never imagined Sunghoon having a crush on (Name). He was under the impression that they were like siblings, but it seems like his thought was wrong.

Sunghoon didn't give him a chance to speak and continued to speak."And I've been trying to avoid her, that's why I don't talk as much as I did before when we are with her; which is almost always. I didn't go over at theirs just to avoid her. I don't want to let my feelings for her grow. She probably sees me as a younger brother, and how could I have a crush on her? I just can't face her."

Heeseung sighed. He stayed quiet for a while, before he started speaking."Sunghoon, you do realize that's not gonna work, right? You'll have to tell her sooner or later."

Sunghoon nodded grimly, and Heeseung said,"You need to tell her. Bottling up your emotions isn't gonna work. Even if she sees you as a brother, she won't be mad. I know her. She's not the type to be mad over something like that."

Sunghoon sighed and said,"But I'm scared. Just because she won't be mad, what is the chance she won't be upset? And even if she wants to be my friend even after that, who's to say our relationship will stay the same after that? It might just break apart."

Heeseung nodded. He agreed,"Yes, that might happen. There's no guarantee for that. But you won't know if you don't confess. And who knows, she migt even agree to go on a date with you.

Sunghoon mumbled,"Might."

Heeseung nodded."Might. Yes. But that's better than nothing."

Sunghoon sighed and looked at the older."Sorry, Hyung, I just can't. I hope you don't mind."

Heeseung sighed and nodded."I don't mind. But don't avoid her or us anymore, okay?'

Sunghoon smiled and nodded."Okay,"he said.

Heeseung smiled and patted the boy on the head before going back to his own seat.

Sunghoon gave his words a thought that night and decided not to confess. But he wouldn't avoid her anymore. So he went to Jake's house the next weekend, as he couldn't use the same excuse over and over. As he sat down with him, discussing what they could do (Thankfully there wasn't any homework that day), (Name) entered the room.

Sunghoon tried to keep his expression normal as she chose to sit down right next to him on the bed. She was looking even more beautiful in her eyes, if that was even possible. He thought of saying something to look normal, but (Name) broke the silence first.

"Jake, you left all the dishes at the sink. Mum's not very pleased."

Jake jumped."Oh my gosh, I totally forgot to do the dishes! Is she angry?"

(Name) shook her head and replied,"Not angry, but not very happy either. I suggest you go down and do the dishes right now before her mood gets worse."

Jake nodded and ran out of the room. She chuckled at his reaction and looked at Sunghoon.

Sunghoon was watching this exchange between the two siblings in complete silence with a smile on his face. As he noticed (Name) looking at him, he flashed her a grin. He asked,"Movie night again today? I'll stay over the night."

(Name) nodded, but their was something off with her expression. Sunghoon felt a bit worried when he saw her. But she started talking before he could speak."Yup. Movie night. Horror movie night. I was also planning on taking you both to McDonalds."

Sunghoon grinned, but his grin faded as he saw her expression. He furrowed his brows and asked in a worried tone,"Are you okay?"

(Name) nodded, and he couldn't help feeling even more worried. This type of unenthusisastic reply wasn't usual for her. He asked again,"You sure? You don't seem like your usual self today."

She sighed and rolled over on her stomach. She put her wrists on the bed and propelled her face up with her hands. She looked up at him with a slightly pouty expression and asked him something that completely caught him off guard.

"Are you mad at me, Sunghoon?'

Sunghoon's eyes widened, and he quickly put his hands up in protest."No! Not at all! Why would I be mad at you?"

(Name) sighed again, and the pout on her face just got bigger. She said,"Then why have you been ignoring me for the past two weeks? You don't talk to me like you used to do. It's almost as if you don't want to see me anymore. Did I do something wrong?"

Sunghoon wanted slap himself. He had completely forgotten about how she would feel when he was trying his best to avoid her and not catch more feelings. And she was thinking that she did something wrong and he was mad at her. He felt so angry at himself and felt guilty for making her feel that way. He sighed."Noona, I'm not mad at you. I'm just feeling a little off these days. You know, school and stuff."

(Name) pouted even more."But you talk to everyone else like usual. You didn't even come over the past two weekends. Sunghoon, can you tell me what's wrong?"

He sighed and said,"Noona, I'm sorry, but it's complicated. I'm not mad at you or ignoring you. I'm just in a kind of complicated situation, that's it.'

(Name) looked at him with her brows furrowed."Tell me what's bothering you then. I want to hear about this complicated situation of yours. I might be able to help."

Sunghoon shook his head. He was sure she would be mad at him after hearing what his complicated situation was. It might even not only ruin their friendship, but also his and Jake's. And she probably thinks of him as a younger brother. How could he confess to her?

She saw him shake his head, and her frown deepened. She asked,"Sunghoon, since when do we keep secrets from each other? I thought we were friends. I thought we always shared everything. I know all your secrets, and you know all of mine. You even told me when you tried smoking for the first time and regretted it. Do you not trust me anymore?"

That sad look on her face broke Sunghoon. This was it. He couldn't hide it from her anymore. It might be the end of everything, but he had to tell her. He thought of Heeseung's words, and decided to shoot his shot. It's now or never. He sighed and said,"Okay, Noona, I'll tell you.' It felt weird to call her Noona, which was a first. Even though he was feeling nervous and his mind was screaming at him to not tell her or lie, he continued."You'll probably get mad at me, and I'll understand if you do. But just please listen to me."

(Name) listened to him carefully as a small smile grew on her face, replacing the pout. Sunghoon took a deep breath and said,"N-Noona, I-I like you. Not in a platonic or siblings way, I like you more than that. I want us to be more than just friends. I tried to fight the feeling, but it just wouldn't go away. So I avoided you. I avoided you in every way I can; so that my feelings won't grow. But it didn't help. My feelings continued to grow. You were just too perfect. I'm sorry, and I know this might even ruin my friendship with you and Jake, but I just can't help it. I'm sorry."

Sunghoon was surprised at how organized his words were, since he always had problems expressing his feelings through words. (Name) must've noticed this too, since she looked a bit suprised. He closed his eyes shut and prepared himself for the blow that was about to come.

But that never came. As he opened his eyes, he found her looking up at him with a wide smile. That helped him calm down. It always did. She suddenly laughed softly, and he felt a pink blush creeping up his cheeks. She playfully shook her head and said,"That was it? I was expecting you found out about my obsezsion with knives and got scared."

Sunghoon's eyes widened. He exclaimed,"Obsession with knives?!"

(Name) smiled, embarrassed."My only secret that I never told you, considering you weren't a big fan of knife handling."

Sunghoon shook his head in disbelief, and she chuckled. Her face was a bit red now, and it made her look really cute. He hadn't seen her blush too many times, but it aways made him smile.

(Name) started fidgeting with her fingers in a nervous manner and said with a smile,"And aboutr what you just said...I'm not mad at you. Not at all. It's not gonna ruin our friendship. I feel like it's kind of adorable how you have a crush on me. And...I might also feel the same."

Sunghoon's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He could feel his cheeks burning. He tried to say something, but it came out in stutters."Y-you a-also like m-me?"

(Name) nodded with a small blush. She laughed softly."I thought you saw me as an older sister, so I also didn't say anything. I was kinda internally beating myself up for feeling this way towards you."

Sunghoon also laughed."Really? I was also bashing myself internally."

She nodded with a smile."Mmmhm. Really."

Sunghoon couldn't help the smile on his face growing as he tried to speak, but she spoke before him. She flashed him a smile and said,"Ice cream date tomorrow evening?"

Sunghoon gave her a boyish grin and nodded."Ice cream date tomorrow evening."

(Name) smiled and leaned in close to him. As she saw his eyes widen and his face getting redder, but no signs of protest, she finally kissed him on the lips. Sunghoon kissed back, feeling really embarrassed and happy at the same time. She liked him back and they were going out!

As he wrapped his arms around her and she pulled him closer, the door burst open and a happy Jake entered."Guys, I've finished the dishes! Let's-"

He froze in his tracks as he saw the two of them."What the actual f-"

They had also frozen, but as soon as (Name) recovered from the initial shock, she threw a pillow at his way, not letting him finished his sentence. Sunghoon felt his cheeks grow even hotter, to the point they were burning. Jake yelled,"Ahh why would you throw the pillow at me?! And what are you guys doin-"

Another pillow hit his face, this time thrown by Sunghoon.

Sunghoon dived his face in (Name)'s neck in embarrassment from being caught by his best friend while kissing his older sister. She pulled him closer and yelled at her brother,"Can't you knock?"

Jake yelled back,"Why would I? Since when did we knocked while one of us wasn't alone in the room? And stop throwing these damn pillows at my face!"

They both burst out laughing and (Name) playfully rolled her eyes."I guess you have a point."

Jake pointed at Sunghoon and asked,"And what on earth are you guys doing?"

Sunghoon hid his face even more in her neck in embarrassment while she stroked his hair. She glared at her brother and said,"Don't you have eyes? And you're embarrassing Sunghoon. Look how red his face is."

Sunghoon whined in protest. Jake rolled his eyes and sat down next to them. He shook his head in disbelief."Since when this has been going on? How come I didn't know my best friend was in love with my sister?"

(Name) curled her lips and replied,"Since today, And it will go on."

Jake pulled Sunghoon from his hididng place and shook him with every word he said."Why. Didn't. You. Tell. Me. You. Bastard."

Sunghoon felt a little dizzy from all the shaking and pushed the boy away. He scratched his neck in embarrassment and said,"I thought you'd be mad...so...'

Jake shook his head in exasperation. He said," Mad? Oh boy, I'm mad at you. But not for falling for and kissing my sister. For not telling me you bastard! I am your best friend and you didn't tell me that you have a crush on my sister!"

They both burst out laughing as Jake stared at them in disbelief. He was still pretending to be mad, but as the corners of his mouth twitched, they saw a small smile was slowly forming on his face. He still said in a angry tone,"You'll pay for the movie tickets the whole year, Sunghoon. That's what you get for not telling me."

Sunghoon smiled and nodded. This was a way better price than he thought he would have to pay. He could deal with that. Plus, he was sure Jake would go back to paying after a month or two. So no worries.

Suddenly, another thought crossed Jake's mind. He grabbed a pillow and started hitting them with with it. He yelled,"And this is for throwing pillows at me!"

Sunghoon laughed as (Name) also grabbed a pillow and attacked her brother. As their fight went on, he also grabbed a pillow and joined them. All of them ended up with torn pillows after the fight, with cotton flying all over the room. Jake and (Name) looked at each other with wide eyes, and all three of them burst out laughing. As (Name) blew away a few cottons from Sunghoon's hair, he felt as if he had never been more happy and content. He knew from that moment, with his friends and possibly future girlfriend, he wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again.

And when they started dating from the next day, nobody was happier than Jake and Heeseung. Heeseung boosted around in the friend group that he already knew about Sunghoon's crush on (Name). Knowing that, Jake only got more pissed and demanded two whole years of movie ticket payment. Now Sunghoon knew that he would have to pay the for tickets at least for the next six months. He was seriously worried for himself now. It is the only problem he's currently dealing with now. And since Jake doesn't have to pay, he insists on taking Sunghoon and (Name) to watch a movie every weekend. Sunghoon had hoped that (Name) would tell her brother off, but she seemed to be enjoying the free movies every weekend. At least she insisted on paying for every date they went on, or he would've gone bankrupt by now. He can only hope now that he would still have enough money to buy his friends and girlfriend birthday and Christmas presents.

#enhypen #sunghoon #best friends to lovers #fluff #enhypen fluff

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Of Cooking and Ghosts

Danny is a single father. Dani is now physically her actual age making Danny, at the tender age of 20 the father of a 4 year old(5 in a couple months)

Danny moved to Blood Haven. He's got a decent paying job, lives in a decent neighborhood, and his schedule allows him to take Dani to and from school. It had been a bit of an adjustment, but he and his daughter are doing alright. There's just one problem...

Danny can't cook

Danny never learned how to cook and frankly he can't just keep eating fast food and takeout. His parents weren't the best cooks but at least his dad could make flapjacks that didn't come alive and attack them. Hell, he missed going over to Tuckers and getting fed by Mrs. Foley, because that woman could really cook. Danny needed something homemade, surely cooking couldn't be THAT hard...

Dick was quite alarmed to find smoke coming out of his neighbor's door as he came back from walking Haley. His instincts kicked in, leading to one officer Grayson bursting in and putting out a small grease fire much to the chagrin of his neighbor, Danny. Dick invites Danny and his daughter Dani to his place down the hall while the smoke clears out. So Dick makes them the one food he knows how to make

Pancakes

Turns out neither of them are the most robust of chefs. Dick calls Alfred and gets some recipes to try and him and Danny make plans to go over to Dick's place and learn a couple. Dani likes to "help" aka play with Haley, and Danny and Dick bond over learning to cook and eating just a bit healthier

OR

I rewatched an episode of Sweetness and Lightning and am still on my Romcom bullshit. So Danny and Dick get a meet cute and then learn how to feed themselves. Frankly I'm not sure how or if secret identities and ghosts work into this, i just am feeling sappy and wanted something cute. Could be romantic, could just be friends, could be found family, idk

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #green elephants #just needed some cutesy romcom fluff #and we know that Dick can at least make pancakes #but it's still funny to imagine the man not being able to cook at all #Just imagine Jason coming up after hearing dickie bird is learning to cook #looking at them and just sighing before rolling up his sleeves and teaching them to properly use a kitchen knife #Jason later leaves decent cookware outside their doors #doesn't leave a note #but they still know

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the taste

buttercup, chapter four

a/n: the smutty smut has arrived, folks!

summary: “look, all I’m saying is that he likes you, a lot. He’s never let himself be with anyone like you, anyone who truly made him happy, anyone he actually had a fighting chance of getting a stable and healthy relationship out of.”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, smut, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, kissing, over the clothes fun, dry humping, fingering, dirty talk

word count: 2419

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It had been the end of June when your parents passed. You didn’t recall much from that summer, most of your memories had just kind of faded away as the brain occasionally does when it’s faced with trauma, but one thing that you’d never forget was the feeling of Howard, each and every morning, gently lifted you out of bed and attempted to let you sleep a little longer, holding you like a tiny baby bear against him, as they went to open up the bakery. 

School was out, and at only nine years old, you couldn’t just stay at home all alone, not with their long hours and especially not with the overwhelming grief you were dealing with. So, they brought you with them.

It didn’t take very long before you forgot about your toys and activity books in favour of just watching the magic that went on in the kitchen. Soon you were running around the place doing all matter of little tasks they could come up with for you and when they noticed the missing glint it brought back to your eye, they began to teach you and truly made you fall in love with the meditative craft. 

At the end of that summer when the next school year rolled around, you didn’t wanna leave. You’d grown up here, you’d healed here, the doorframe into the small lavatory in the back even had little chicken scratches documenting your height. This place was your home.

Sweeping a damp cloth over the steel tabletops, the music emanating from your phone that rested on the dark windowsill suddenly stopped as it buzzed with your ringtone. Putting it on speaker, you kept on wiping the surface down. 

“Matt, hi!”

“Hey,” his deep timbre filled the dim kitchen of the bakery. 

“I’m just about to lock up, if you’re still up for a little company.” 

“Yeah, about that,” he puffed out a heavy breath, “I’m still at the office.”

“Oh,” your moments froze a moment, “is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just swamped with this case prep.”

“Is it just you there?”

“No, the others are here too.”

“Well,” you exhaled a smile, “if you’re gonna burn the midnight oil, maybe I could come over with some of the leftovers from today to keep you guys going?”

Still in the doorway, your arms enclosed around Matt and the stuffed brown paper bag in your hand hung over his shoulder. 

Eyeing the goods, Foggy’s voice found your ears, “is that the–”

“Yeah,” you simply extended your arm in his direction, “here you go, take it.”

“Oh my god,” he snatched it out of your grasp and opened the crinkly bag up, nearly drooling as he glanced through the selections, “Karen, could you–”

“Get some plates? Yep,” the honey-haired woman then moved into the small kitchenette and grabbed some paper plates and napkins. 

Drawing back from the fleeting embrace, Matt then asked, “how was your day?” 

“It was fine,” you shrugged, your eyes briefly flickering over his attire, the tie tugged loose around his unbuttoned collar and his sleeves were rolled up past his burly forearms, “I kinda like it when I get to do the night shifts all alone. It’s so quiet–, oh, and I get to have full control over the music choice. It’s great,” a slight grin brightened your features, “how about you, huh?” you grabbed his hand in yours, “what’s this wild case about?”

A deep sigh flowed from his lips as he squeezed your hand, “uh, it’s this kid who–,” his phone then abruptly began to buzz in his pocket, “oh, sorry,” he fished it out, “I gotta take this.”

Letting go of his fingers, you said, “of course,” and watched as he ducked into his own office and answered the call. 

As you gazed at his visage still visible through the glass, Foggy’s words stirred you from your daydream.

“He’s happy.” 

Turning to blink back at him, you hummed, “huh?”

“You make him happy,” Foggy smiled from the humble conference room, “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him smile that much with anyone else, but then again, you are quite different from his usual type.”

Passing over the threshold into the space, your brows furrowed, “I’m not his type?”

“No! Oh, that came out wrong,” he winced, “Matt just has a tendency to get involved with the wrong kind of girls. You’re just different,” hastily adding, “in a good way.” 

“Oh…” you sank down into one of the chairs, wondering tensely if he was still dating others since you’d never had a conversation about how exclusive you were or how serious this thing between you even was, “does Matt date a lot?” 

“I wouldn’t exactly call it that, since it never really lasts that long,” Foggy said, though when he noticed the look on your face, his features soured in regret, “wow, I’m really screwing all of this up, aren’t I… look, all I’m saying is that he likes you, a lot. He’s never let himself be with anyone like you, anyone who truly made him happy, anyone he actually had a fighting chance of getting a stable and healthy relationship out of.”

Just then, you heard Matt’s footsteps entering the room from behind you, “hey,” he called Foggy’s attention, “you mind going down to the station tomorrow morning, check if Brett can get us any files that might help?” coming to a stop just behind where you were seated, his touch grazed the back of the chair. Reaching back, you caught one of his hands and briefly craned your neck, bringing his palm up to your lips to press a small peck to his calloused skin. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll go buy some more cigars,” Foggy sighed, briefly turning his attention back to the computer before him, slumping slightly as the intimidating and tangled laws still flashed back at him on the screen from when he’d looked them up earlier, he then blinked back up at you, “hey, Y/n?”

“Hm?” you hummed, meeting his eye as you weaved your fingers with Matt’s. 

“Have I ever told you that my mom wanted me to be a butcher?” 

“Oh,” you heard Matt sigh dramatically behind you as Karen too bit down on her lip to suppress a smile, “not the butcher story.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry to break the news,” you said light-heartedly as you chewed on the taste Matt had offered you of his curry, “but I definitely picked the better one.”

With his tinted glasses resting on the coffee table beside where your takeout container of Thai food rested, a smile twitched on Matt’s lips, “well, you do work in food, so it does make sense that you’re better at ordering.”

“Here,” you filled your spoon up with the red soup, catching one of the floating pieces of tofu, before bringing it up to his lips, “give it a taste.” 

An airy giggle bubbled out of you as a drop of soup clung to the corner of his lip and you instinctively reached out to wipe it clean, his chuckle swiftly mirroring your own. Though when you then froze, fingers staying close, your laughter faded. The fluorescent light that streamed in through the tall windows of his apartment illuminated his features as you watched him swallow the small taste. Ghosting your thumb across his skin, you traced his bottom lip. You weren’t sure who moved first, but the next thing you knew, you were locked in a kiss. 

You faintly heard him place his dinner down on the coffee table before his palms came up to cup your cheeks. You fumbled a bit, trying not to tip anything as you laid down the spoon in your grasp. 

A yearning whimper seeped from deep within your chest when you felt his tongue faintly ghost against your own before he breathlessly eased back a bit to utter, “you’re right,” stealing a soft peck before he went on, “It does taste really good.” 

Tilting your chin, you fervently captured his lips once more, your touch crumbled up his shirt till it found purchase in his already loosened tie, playing with it as your tongue danced against his. 

When he buried his hands in your hair, his short nails soothingly scraped over your scalp and a small moan flowed from you and vibrated against his kiss. 

The clear pulse that rocked throughout your body accumulated between your legs in a dizzying throb, an enchanting sensation that swayed you to get even closer and crawl into his lap. His wide palms dragged down the length of your spine in a way that caused a shiver to follow along.

Tangling your fingers in his hair as you kissed him back, your hips then instinctively sought to scratch and satisfy the itch that had grown so immense by rocking down against him and the noticeable hardness that tented his pants. 

Breathlessly in between kisses, Matt said, “you wanna enjoy the food before it gets cold?” offering you a gentle escape in case you needed it.

Ghosting the tip of your nose against his, you uttered, “I don’t mind popping it in the microwave,” deliberately rolling your hips against his once more, “do you?”

Sharing his hot breath, you were so close that your lips nearly crashed into one another once more, but they didn’t as your pelvis kept up their slow and teasing grinding. Matt’s eyes fluttered shut a moment as he let out a low groan, “no,” his touch slid further down and dug into the softness of your bottom, “no, I don’t mind.” 

Capturing your lips once more, he slowly began to grow more confident in his touch, though some weariness still lingered as he began to aid your movements. 

As his lips migrated down the length of your neck, you let out a moan, “fuck,” your frame shivering from the pleasure, “oh my god,” yet also out of a deep desire for more, “Matt…” 

“Yeah?” his low voice vibrated against your throbbing pulse on the side of your neck. 

“M-Matt–,” your eyes fluttered shut as he rocked you down harder against him, “oh, holy fuck… could you–, would you–”

“What?” the sound of his words made you feel dizzy, “what do you need?”

“Touch me,” you uttered hazily, head enchantingly tilted back. 

“Yeah?” he reeled back a bit as one of his hands scooped up to find your cheek. 

“Please,” you downright whined, “please, Matt.”

Keeping one hand fast in your hair, the other one moved to caress the soft peaks of your tits. 

“Here?” 

You let out a filthy whimper as he palmed you, “uhh, ngah–, lower–…” his hand teasingly complied, “lower…” till he finally cupped you through your pants. 

“Here?” he pressed down against the seam, “huh? Is it here, Y/n?

“Y-yes!” you shuttered on top of him as he rubbed your thrumming clit so perfectly through your clothing, “oh, f-fuck, you’re good at that–”

He stole a short, yet sloppy kiss from your lips before your head tilted down and buried itself in his neck. Your moans were muffled against the crook of his shoulder as you then glided your own fingers down along the length of his arm, feeling the muscles of his forearm tense beneath your touch as he worked you. Eventually, your hand found what it was looking for, your palm rested atop of his, almost like you were holding his hand as you felt it move beneath yours and stroke you silly. 

Your fingers then grasped his tighter as you plucked it further up and stuffed it into your waistband, guiding his reach all the way down till you soaked his digits. 

“Christ, you’re wet,” Matt groaned as your touch, ever atop of his, begged him to swirl your puffy pearl, “fuck…”

Without the barrier of clothing, your frame swiftly began to crumble from the ecstasy. Your right leg gave out and slid across Matt’s lap to where your other limb was. Your head drifted down as well as Matt’s arms only tightened around your slumped form, keeping you flush against him as you hid your features in the mass of his arm as your free hand clutched onto it. 

Curling into him as he cradled you, the way he petted your pussy nearly made you vibrate, “don’t stop, please,” you unintentionally kept wiggling down against the tent in his pants. 

“I won’t,” he breathed heavily as he kept on caressing you, occasional moans also flowing from his lips, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

His long middle finger then slid down to tease your leaking hole before just shyly sinking in, just barely, keeping everything so light, before fluttering up to circle your clit again and then dropping down to repeat the motion till he had you on the edge. 

When you tumbled over, both of your hands joined at his bicep, digging into it as his name shined through your lewd moan.

Catching your breath, his fingers gently slipped out of your pants. Sluggishly, you clung closer and snaked your arms around him. 

“You okay?” he hugged you tight. 

“Mhm,” you hummed into his warmth.  

Planting a soft peck on your hairline, he then moved to readjust your embrace, lowering you both till you were lying on the leather couch. 

After a moment, your fingers twisted in the southern material of his shirt close to his belt, “do you want me to–…”

“No need,” he shook his head. 

Tilting your chin up, you glanced at his soft expression, “really?”

“Yeah,” a bright smirk tugged at his lips, “just the way you sounded was beautiful enough to do the trick for me.” 

Grinning wide, you felt your face grow hot at the compliment, haven not realised the power he had over you apparently went both ways. 

Cuddling him closer, you lifted yourself up a bit and pressed a slow kiss to his lips. 

When you laid your head back down, he asked, “do you want something to drink?” his warm palm drew slow and soothing patterns all along your spine, “some more to eat maybe?”

“No,” you blinked up at him, utterly spellbound, “could we maybe just stay here like this a little longer?”

“Of course,” he relaxed further beside you, “we can stay like this forever if you’d like.”

A smile then crept up on your lips as you pointed out, “forever’s a very long time…”

Chuckling lightly, Matt nodded, “it is…”

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Aizawa x reader - the first move

Hello! I really liked your Aizawa x Student!Reader :) If you can may I please see an Aizawa x Reader where Reader and him have been going out for some time and he finally makes a move to kiss her at a lantern festival? (Releasing a lantern together) Thank you, have a good day! 💕 - Anon💜

Sitting in your office, you heard the door open and you looked up, grinning for ear to ear as you watched the underground hero walk through.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked.

He pointed to the clock on the wall.

“You were supposed to finish and hour ago and you didn’t come meet me.”

“Oh, right sorry Shota I was supposed to text, I’ve got some work I need to finish going through, I actually thought you’d be on patrol tonight which is why I never let you know.”

Aizawa nodded his head, making his way over to your desk, hands stuffed in his pockets as he leant over, taking a look at what you were doing.

You looked up at him, resting your chin on your hand as you smiled up to him.

“What’re you doing?” You asked.

“That’s no important, leave it for tomorrow.”

“Come on, I’m nearly finished anyway.”

He shrugged, sitting in the chair while he waited for you to finish your work.

You carried on with your paper work, and you set a few of them aside.

“Why do I keep getting intern requests from your students?”

“Huh?”

He walked over and you gestured to the papers you had just set aside.

“I’ve never taken on any interns.”

You finished your work, putting it all away and stood up, grabbing your knife belt, putting it back on, and you turned to look at him.

“Mic.” He sighed.

“So, can I accept them?”

“You just said you’ve never taken interns, why would you want them now?”

Aizawa follows after you, back through the office and you waved at a few of your side kicks.

“Why not, I think it would be interesting. They seem promising.”

“No.”

You grinned from ear to ear.

“What? Come on!”

“No, they ask too many questions.”

This made you laugh a little bit, and you nudged him with your shoulder.

“I’ve heard half your students think I’m dating mic anyways, it’ll be fine!”

He snapped his gaze to you.

“They think you’re dating mic?”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah, I think that’s got something to do with him constantly being at my office though, he’s like a pet at this point, I feed him and take him on walks.”

Aizawa gave a small laugh at this, hiding his face in his scarf so nobody would see him smiling.

“Don’t tell him that, he won’t be happy.”

“Come on, tell me you can’t see it. Like if he was a pet he’d be a golden retriever.”

Aizawa gave a small nod, indicating that he agreed with you.

Since you were both pro heroes, and you were a bigger hero than he was, you both settled for going to your apartment for the evening.

Aizawa didn’t want anybody to know that you were dating, it was the easiest way to keep you both safe, and since he didn’t like people knowing his personal life it also made him more comfortable.

Which is why you mostly had date nights and spent time together at one of your apartments.

Today was no different, he changed into the spare clothes he kept there, coming out in some sweatpants and a black sweatshirt, and you came back wearing some jeans and a hoodie, rolling up your sleeves as you walked to the kitchen.

“So, tell me about the problem children today.” You said.

He gave a heavy sigh, telling you about how his day had gone, and what he had been doing.

You made him a coffee, then started getting everything ready for dinner, and while you were doing that he started preparing the food.

“So, what you’re saying is your students are out of control and you can’t teach?”

“Doing a better job then you could.” He huffed.

You snickered a little, patting his back as you walked past him.

“Yeah, that’s true. I’m a terrible teacher.”

He hummed in agreement, lifting his arms so you could duck underneath him, getting something from the cupboard before moving away.

While he was setting the vegetables into a pot, he noticed a flyer on the counter, and he looked at it.

“You’re going to the lantern festival?” He asked.

“I was thinking about it yeah, I’ve not really decided yet.”

He walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

“You’re going.” He said.

You turned around with a little smirk.

“Oh yeah? Am I now?”

“I’m taking you.”

Your mischievous smirk turned into a gentle smile.

“Shota you don’t have to. I know the students will probably be there, and you’re not comfortable with the whole personal life being put out there, and I’m bound to be recognised.”

“I’m taking you.” He repeated.

You laughed softly at him, nodding your head.

“Alright, I’ll go with you then.”

When the day for the festival came, you weren’t really sure what to wear.

You needed something comfortable but practical in case anything happened, so you had on some boots, jeans, and a grey sweater that may or may not have been stolen from your boyfriend a while back as well as a jacket to fight the cold.

You had also hidden a knife in your boot, because one weapon was better than none, and you wanted to be ready for anything.

Aizawa had asked him to meet you just in front of the entrance, so that’s where you stood waiting, talking to a few fans of yours who recognised you.

“Are you going to the festival with someone?!” One of them gushed.

You smiled.

“Yup, I’m meeting a friend in fact, but don’t worry, any trouble and I’ll be right on it!”

They laughed a little bit, asking if they could take photos with you which you happily allowed before ushering them inside to have fun.

You looked at your phone for the time, and when you looked back up you saw him walking over.

He wasn’t wearing his hero costume either, instead he’d settled for a causal look as well, but he had his hair tied away from his face.

Walking over he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at you.

“Ready?”

“I’ve been waiting for you idiot, course I’m ready.”

He rolled his eyes, gesturing with his head to the entrance and you both made your way in.

Aizawa had no preference on what he wanted to do, so you took him around to look at everything that was going on.

You were grinning from ear to ear, and he was just letting you drag him around until finally he stopped you.

“Follow me.”

You nodded your head, letting him take your hand and lead you through the crowd, away from where everybody was going to set off their lanterns.

He took you down to the waters edge where there was less people, and he got you to hold the lantern while he lit it.

Both of you held on to it, and you smiled softly at him, which he returned with a small smile.

“This has been really fun.” You whispered.

“Yeah, it’s been nice. I’ve never really come to one of these before.”

“Really? So this is your first one?”

Aizawa nodded his head.

“Well, I’m glad I could be with you.”

Aizawa glanced to the side, then to you, and he counted down from three, both of you pushing the lantern into the air with all the others.

You were beaming brightly, your eyes focused on the lanterns above you, eyes shining with excitement.

Aizawa was focused on you, a soft expression on his face.

Reaching out, he placed his palm on the side of your face, and you turned your gaze to him.

You guys had been dating for a while, sure, but you had never actually had your first kiss, Aizawa wasn’t one for PDA, he didn’t know how to fully express his feelings for you, and he knew that you were letting him decide to make the first move.

And that’s what he was doing.

He leant down, capturing you in a gentle but unsure kiss, and you immediately responded.

Closing your eyes, you placed your hands on his shoulder, giving him the confidence he needed to deepen the kiss.

When he pulled away, he grinned a small grin of pride, and you smiled at him.

“Not so scary is it?”

“Shut up.”

You laughed at him, knowing he wasn’t being rude, he was just feeling awkward, and you moved your hands to cradle his face, pulling him down so you could kiss his forehead and you let him go.

“It was perfect Shota.”

He nodded his head in agreement, and leant down to kiss you again, only to stop, resting his forehead on yours with a heavy sigh when there was a squeal of excitement.

Lifting his head up, he stepped away from you, turning around and he pointed at the gathering of teenagers.

“Don’t you know it’s weird to follow your teacher?!” He yelled.

“I can’t believe you just kissed Razor!” A pink haired girl squealed.

You laughed a little, patting your boyfriend on the back a few times.

“Get out of here you lurkers!” He snapped.

The laughed, running away and you laughed as he turned to look at you, sighing softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“It’s not fun here anymore…” he grumbled.

You snickered, gesturing for him to take your hand and he did.

“Let’s go home then.”

He nodded, happily following after you

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A+ Student pt. 1

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(Fem Reader, Both Matt and Chris, they’re both ur teachers, suggestive, set in school, nothing too much yet😉 not proofread so idk if there’s mistakes sorry! everyone is 18+!)

Summary: Y/n is a great student in her college, always getting good grades. Her college professor Matt, thinks she can get even higher ones with some “extra credit.” That is until she meets her new gym teacher..

I hate this lecture, I sit almost at the front and the boys behind me always laugh at me every time I raise my hand or do anything. There’s only three girls in this whole lecture, including me. They’re all friends with eachother but I have nobody in here who likes me.

The only reason I’m not dropping the course is because my teacher, Professor Sturniolo is drop dead gorgeous. I’m not being dramatic, his bright blue eyes, slightly hidden behind the glasses he keeps rested on his nose. His sharp cheekbones, the jawline which is sometimes prickled with stubble. His hair is a dark brown colour, slightly curly sometimes, depends if it’s been raining or not.

He wear either these button up shirts, the first 3 buttons undone and a vest underneath or tight shirts, long sleeved, short sleeved. You name it. He always pairs the outfit with a silver chain dangling from around his neck. To say he is hot is an understatement.

The main reason I like him, (except his perfect features.) is the fact that he listens to what I have to say, I think I’m the only one who takes this course seriously. I understand English is a pretty boring subject to some but I enjoy it.

“She’s not listening to the lecture for once.” I hear one of the boys whisper behind me, I turn slightly and look at them through the corner of my eye. Professor Sturniolo was slightly late today so some other teacher came in to teach while we waited for him, I just can’t focus if he’s not the one teaching me.

All of a sudden the door flies open, “sorry guys I had a flat tire.” He spoke breathlessly as he walked over to the desk, the stand in teacher says his goodbyes and walking out the class. His hair is messy from the wind and it’s slightly wet due to the rain, his button up shirt fully unbuttoned, revealing the white vest underneath, and the chain in the same place as usual.

His sleeves are rolled up slightly revealing the tattoos on his arm. “Where did Professor Michaels get up to in the book?” He asks the class, everyone shrugs and he looks to me, “y/n?” He asks me and I break out of my daydream, “hm?” I say. He chuckles softly, “where did he get to in the book? What page?” He repeats himself.

I wasn’t paying attention to anything he had said, I was too deep in thought. “Oh, I wasn’t paying attention to him sorry.” I awkwardly laugh, luckily he laughed too, “that’s not like you at all,” he smiles, “but thanks for the honesty.” He nods, “you know what, there’s only 20 minutes left so just reread over notes or something. But first did you all do your homework?” Groans and sighs come from the class behind me, signalling that they didn’t.

“Come on guys it’s easy work I’m setting! Ok who has done it?” I raise my hand, his eyes flick to me quickly and I notice the corner of his mouth raise, two other boys raise their hands. He looks at them and his eyebrows raise before he smiles at the boys.

He walks up the lecture room steps slightly and picks up my homework from infront of me, he looks down at me and smiles, he briefly rests his hand on my shoulder slightly. “Good girl.” He whispers before patting my shoulder and walking up to the boys to collect theirs.

Butterfly’s erupt in my stomach from his words, he called me a good girl, that shouldn’t have caused me to subconsciously squeeze my thighs together. I stop myself and swallow harshly to try and brush off my reaction.

He walks back down to his desk and sets the small amount of homework down infront of him to mark. I pull out my notebook to check my notes and I look at him marking the homework, he’s smiling contently and his hand is gripping the pen gently, with the other hand his ring covered fingers flip over the page.

He looks up at me and nods at me before looking back down at the homework. The end of the lecture closes in as we only have 5 minutes left, he walks up to my desk and places my homework down infront of me, 99% is written at the top with a little smiley face next to it, I chuckle softly.

I flip over the page and there’s something written in the corner, speak to me after class, you aren’t in trouble. I look at it with confusion, “what the fuck I got 12%? I actually studied a bit for this stupid homework.” I hear one of the boys yell, “fuck this class man.” He adds. “If I didn’t have something to do after this lecture I’d tell you to stay behind, watch your mouth kid.” Professor Sturniolo spoke through gritted teeth.

What does he have to do? He told me to stay behind after class, but I’m not in trouble so what could it be?

The bell rings and everyone starts packing away and leaving.. except me, I neaten my notes since they’re scattered on the desk infront of me and I stay seated. After everyone left, Professor Sturniolo walked up to my desk and grabbed the chair from the desk infront and sat on it backwards, resting his arms on the bit where you usually lean your back on.

“I know I’m not in trouble but why am I staying behind?” I nervously ask him, fidgeting with my nails. “You’re a great student, probably the best in my class y/n,” he starts to say, smiling softly. “I was wondering if you would help Thomas in some of the lessons. If he doesn’t pass this semester he’ll have to be dropped from the school.”

“Thomas? The quiet kid? I didn’t know he was failing this class.” I reply, “but I’ll help him in the lectures, he can come sit by me.” I smile back at him, “thank you, that’s not the only reason I wanted you to stay behind though.” He smirks slightly.

“Oh? What’s up Profe-” he shushes me, “Call me Matt, Professor Sturniolo is too formal.” He chuckles, I nod before also laughing. “Okay, Matt.. why do you want me to stay here?” I ask, leaning my cheek on my hand.

He swallows nervously and looks at the clock on the wall, “you got flustered.” He spoke. I tilt my head in confusion until I realise what he’s talking about and my cheeks flush red. “Uh..” I stutter. “It’s ok.” He nods at me smirking, I feel his hand on my knee from the other side of the desk. My leg tenses up by the sudden touch.

“I said what I said y/n, you are a good girl. You always listen and answer questions the others fail to answer, and you always pay attention to me.” I feel a shift in the air as a tension builds around us, I nod softly. “Thank you.” I speak, not knowing what to say entirely.

He chuckles, “your overall grade for this semester is gonna be an A.. don’t tell the other students I told you yours yet.. ok?” He leans in and looks into my eyes with a stare I don’t recognise. The sexual tension grows, “why an A? I thought I was A+ grade? I was last semester.” I say confused. “You just haven’t done as well as last semester, you’ve still done so well and I’m proud but you could improve.” He smiles.

“I’m really trying my hardest I don’t think I can improve, what could I do to bump my grade up just slightly, like extra credit?” I ask in a needy tone, I need to get an A+ I promised my mom I’d get all A+ in English since she knows I’m great at it.

“What are you willing to do?” He asks, this time in a lower tone and he leans in slightly. “Anything!” I nod, “I really need an A+ I promised my mom I would.” I lean in and smile innocently. “You’d do anything?” Matts eyes flick to my mouth and back up to my eyes.

The realisation hits me and I lean back quickly, not realising how close we actually got. I look at him with an eyebrow raised slightly, “were you implying that..” I breathe in nervously. “That I..” I stutter. “Hey y/n calm down it’s ok.” He grabs my hand and nods reassuringly. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable I thought that it was something you would want.. I know it’s wrong I’m sorry.” He studies my face.

I want to kiss him and touch him in places others haven’t even seen, but it’s wrong. He’s my professor, yes it’s wrong but not illegal. I’m 18. “I do want it.” I whisper, looking down at my lap. He lifts my chin with his finger, “do you?” He smirks, standing up from his seated position.

I nod, “yes.” I smile up at him. “Good girl.” He whispers, walking around to the side of my seat, “the next lecture is starting soon, but take this.” He grabs my pen from the desk and starts to scribble on a spare piece of paper. I look down at it to see he’s writing his number. After he wrote that he added, Text me :)

He pats my shoulder and starts to walk to the front of the class, I pack away my stuff, making sure to keep the little note safe. I can’t believe that something I’d been fantasising about is actually happening? I can’t let anyone know no matter how much I want to.

I walk down to the front of the class, giving a flirty wave to Professor Sturniolo before leaving the classroom. I pull out my phone and add in the number to a contact, “Matt” I named it. My next class is gym class. They always make us do gym with a male teacher, but today we have a new one apparently. “I’m telling you him and Professor Sturniolo are identical!” A boy says to his friend as he walks out of the gym class.

Identical? I remember Matt mentioning to the class that he’s a triplet but I didn’t know one of them was a teacher too. I walk into the locker room and change into my vest and very short booty shorts. It’s the only shorts I like and I haven’t been dresscoded for them, even though my ass is practically on show.

I walk into the gym class and sit down on the bench next to my only real friend, Lizzy. “Hey you okay?” She asks me as I walk over, “yeah why!” I say happily. “You just actually seem happy for once it’s strange but it’s also good!” She smiles at me. “Do you find Professor Sturniolo attractive?” I ask her randomly, I just wanna know if I’m the only one who’s so besotted with him.

“Meh, I don’t have him as a teacher, some girls like him but I don’t, he’s not my type though.” She shrugs, “who is your type?” I ask her, she shrugs again, “I don’t know but I just don’t find him hot.” She swallows harshly. My attention gets taken from her as the new teacher walks in.

He’s identical to Matt, but there’s a difference between them, this guy doesn’t have glasses or stubble. He scans the room, most the girls aren’t in gym class today I don’t know why. “Small class huh?” He chuckles, “it’s usually bigger some people just aren’t present.” I speak up. He instantly turns his head to face me.

We make eye contact, butterflies fill my stomach, he does look like Matt that’s why. “Oh okay thanks.” He smiles at me, “gather around y’all.” He calls to the class and we all oblige. “We’re gonna be doing dodgeball today, something simple.” He nods and again his eyes lock with mine briefly.

He clears his throat before we set up the two zones, it starts, me and Lizzy are on the same side. Mr Sturniolo starts to throw the dodgeballs to us, “what’s the betting she’s gonna be an A+ student in this class aswell.” A girl on my side whispers to her friend, “I think she fucks the teachers to get those grades!” The other one replies, they both laugh but I brush it off. As I’m throwing the dodgeballs at the other team one of the girls snatches the dodgeball out of my hand.

“Fuck off.” I say to her, “so scary..” She laughs back. I pick up a dodgeball and launch it at her, it smacks right into her nose and she falls to the ground. “Oh my god you bitch!” Her friend spoke to me.

“I’m sorry I didn’t expect it to hit her face!” I reply back, “Sir!” Her friend calls over Mr Sturniolo, I step back slightly and bump into someone, he turns me around by my shoulders and looks down at me. I had just walked back into Mr Sturniolo, “sorry.” I whisper, he pats my shoulders and let’s go of them, just how Matt does.

“What’s happened?” He looks down to Rachel lying on the ground holding her nose, “Rachel was be-” I go to speak but am cut off by her friend “y/n launched the dodgeball at Rachel’s face for no reason! She’s not even on the opposing team!” Her friend Jess leans down and helps Rachel up. “Take her to the nurse or something.” He spoke to Jess before shrugging. “I’ll talk with you after class okay?” He nodded to me.

I sigh, “okay.” I continue the game, less enthusiastic this time. The bell rings and we all go into the locker room to change back into our clothes, “I’ll talk to you later yeah?” Lizzy says to me and I nod, grabbing my bag and heading back into the gym class.

He’s sat on the bench on his phone, “hey Mr Sturniolo.” I say, his head flicks up to me and he smiles, putting his phone down next to him. “Call me Chris, please.” He pats the bench next to him for me to sit.

I sit down, “I’m sorry, she was being rude to me and assuming stuff, and I got mad I shouldn’t have done that.” I say sighing. “It’s okay, I heard her. She’s a bit dramatic if you ask me.” He laughs, “she’s taking the drama course I think.” I also laugh.

“I’m glad you actually understand and are apologetic for what you did though..” He smiles at me, I smile back and nod, our attention is drawn to the doors of the gym as they open and Matt walks through them, “Chris, Nick was wondering if you wanted to-” he pauses as he notices me sat there too.

“Hey..” he smiles at me, “hi.” I look at him and back at Chris, taking in their similarities but also their differences.

Chris pats my knee before standing up and walking to Matt, “one sec.” He whispers, smiling down at me. I see them talking but can’t hear. They laugh slightly before I make eye contact with Matt, my stomach filling with butterflies once more. “See you tomorrow or something y/n!” He calls to me and as Chris turns Matt does a slight wink, causing me to squeeze my thighs together lightly before relaxing them.

“Sorry for that interruption..” Chris laughs, “brothers am I right? Unless you don’t have any I’m not sure.” He slows down his sentence, I shrug. “I don’t have brothers, I had a step brother but his mom broke up with my dad, he’s a year younger than me so he really bugged me.” I chuckled lightly. “Matt said you’re a great student.” Chris spoke after a few seconds of silence.

“Yeah I’m pretty good at some subjects, depends on who’s teaching me and if I find the subject interesting.” I smile at him, “well hopefully you get good grades in this class, if not there’s ways you can get higher grades anyway.” He smirks before standing up. “I gotta set up for the next class but feel free to stay if you want, it’s lunch now isn’t it?” He asks me, and I nod “I gotta get going to meet Lizzy but I’ll see you next lesson.” I smile and he nods back.

As I walk out the class I think to myself, what could he have meant by ‘ways for me to get higher grades anyway’? Was he implying a similar thing to what Matt was? I don’t know but I’m intrigued to find out more..

A/n: how is everyone liking the start for this series, I haven’t done a love triangle fic or series before so I hope it’s gonna be good for u!! I am sorry but idk if I’m gonna finish the Mine series rn bc I do wanna focus on this one more but my posting schedule is fucked bc I’m so busy w revision and stuff but I’ll try and post as frequently as I can!!

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[xhollandlilsx]

Interview Shenanigans - (Bella Ramsey x Reader)

Summary: Set after TLOU2 has been made and released, Reader plays a character in Dina’s spot. (Sorry Dina).

Warnings: N/A

“Hi I’m Y/N” I smiled at the camera, as I held a bunch of question cards in my hands.

“And I’m Bella, and we are here with moviefone” The brunette next to me beamed holding a set of cards themself.

“And we are gonna be answering some questions, that you guys sent in on instagram and twitter, and then we’re gonna go unscripted and ask our own questions” I nodded looking at them and tilting my head to ask if they were ready, to which they mocked what I was doing and tilted their head too, “I guess we’re ready..”

********

“From Nina W, on Twitter, great question, ‘Did you learn any archery for the role of Ellie?’” I read it aloud, looking at Bella at the end, tapping my non existent nails on the cards in my hand that we had previously written down our unscripted questions.

“I tried, I mean you tried to teach me” Bella laughed slightly at the afternoon I tried to teach them what my dad taught me, and how badly it went, “But no, it’s just.. no.”

“Yeah, I remember you snapped it against your wrist” I laughed holding the cards up to hide it.

“Moving on” They groaned rolling their eyes, “From, Daniel H, on Instagram, ‘Did you manage to steal anything off set Y/N?”

“…” I just let out a laugh before composing myself, “Everything on that set is so expensive, so I think if I were to steal anything, I would get shot. That said… I might’ve taken a certain bracelet…if you know you know.”

“You heard it here folks, Y/N is a thief” They told the camera bringing their lips into a thin line, before looking at me and shaking their head.

“Don’t even pull that one Bella, Ellie’s converse are literally in my wardrobe from when you stole them” I pointed at them, my rings clinking together.

“Wow! Way to out me.” Bella laughed and adjusted their rolled up sleeves.

“We go down together darling.”

***

“Ooo unscripted, let’s be having it, ask me anything Bella.” I challenged turning my body to face them.

“Hmm okay, I actually wanna know this one, when did you realise you weren’t heterosexual?” They asked, before moving that card to the back of the pile.

“Damn, loaded question, I honestly can’t even remember, there’s a lot of women to thank for that,” I smiled, “But I think I was about 13 and I was watching ‘Bend it like Beckham’ and I saw Kiera Knightley or Jade West… has a uh, special place in my heart”

“I’ve actually never seen that film, but I have seen her in Pirates Of The Caribbean and I don’t blame you” They laughed slightly and shrugged.

“We’ll watch it.” I told them and nodded, “Okay, okay, from Mason M on Instagram, ‘What was your favourite non action scene to shoot?’”

“Wow, I like that one, hm, maybe the weed room scene” They mumbled scratching the back of their neck and side eyeing me, to which I let out a laugh, “No no, I think….I think the farm scenes were quite fun, they were cute, or the scene where Ellie finds out Maisie is pregnant”

“Aw I liked that one too” I smiled, and bounced my knee, something I usually did in interviews due to how uncomfortable cameras made me, ironic isn’t it?

“Yeah, the ‘Don’t worry it’s not yours’ always gets me” We both laughed and mumbled to eachother, stuff the camera definitely isn’t picking up on.

“I did like the farm scenes though, especially the one where they’re dancing in the kitchen” I smiled and looked at them with a knowing look, knowing the two of us do that quite alot, randomly dancing around the kitchen to Alexa, while the other is doing something.

“Yeah, that one’s cute” Bella nodded and saw another unscripted pop up on the screen to the side of the camera.

“Unscripted.” I smiled and picked up my cards flopping through them and sighing at how none of them are exciting anymore, so I put them down and brought a hand to my bottom lip messing with it like I usually did while in thought, “See I already know everything about you, so I’m really only asking this for people watching.”

“True true”

“Okay, if the apocalypse were to break out tomorrow, who would you want with you and why?” I asked with a shrug, knowing the question wasn’t good but giving up.

“You. Probably” They squinted closing one eye as they looked at me, messing with one of their earrings.

“Really? Why?”

“Well I mean, you’re good at archery, and you’re pretty much a real life version of my character so I think my odds are better with you, plus, as corny as it sounds I don’t think I’d last without seeing you” They smiled with a shrug laying the cards face down in their lap now.

“Aw that was so cringy but I loved it. And love, you are giving me way too much credit” I laughed.

“Okay who would you not want to be with if it happened?” They asked crossing a leg over their other one resting their ankle on their knee.

“Ki, probably” I scrunched my nose up, knowing he would probably agree but still pretend to be hurt.

“Yeah, he’s not apocalypse material”

“He’s really not. If you don’t know Ki plays Jesse in the show, who is a badass yeah, but Ki is the total opposite. No hard feelings though, love you bro” I laughed as Bella did too both of us covering our smiles with the cards, “Dude cried watching Mamma Mia.”

***

“Last question for both of us here. ‘When did you realise you were interested in eachother and who made the first move?’” They read it out to which I just bought my fingers to the bridge of my nose, Bella and I were quite open about our relationship, but I was an expert at showing the fans everything but nothing, never truly showing them anything other than a random photo here and there.

“When did you realise you liked me?” I asked, a question I already knew the answer to, a question I asked months ago while we were half awake in bed.

“The moment I met you” They smiled slightly eyes trained on me now, from my hair in a messy bun with curled pieces hanging down and framing my face, and falling out of the bun, to my dark green waistcoat, down to my rings and my matching trousers.

“Go on”

“We first met a day before we had to film the snowball fight scene, and we had to do that bonding thing, and you came over and introduced yourself to me with so much confidence and I remember just thinking ‘this girls so cool’ and I was just infatuated” They cringed.

“I acted confident but I was so nervous” I told the camera.

“Why were you nervous?” They asked me looking at me like I had two heads.

“Because I thought you were cute” I replied tilting my head and looking at them, their brown eyes I could get lost in every time.

“I swear I hate you sometimes” They groaned as they rubbed their cheeks to hide the smile that just wouldn’t go away from the camera.

“No you don’t” I winked and we both looked back at the camera.

***

“Thanks to Moviefone for having us. I now want a McDonalds so I will meet you in the car” I told them before standing up and walking off to grab my bag from the chair behind the cameras and directors of the interview.

“I…” Bella watched me walk away leaving them on their own in front of the camera, to which they let out a laugh, “She serious?”

Once they said their goodbyes, they walked over to me shaking their head and nudging me.

A/N: Using they/them pronouns for a fan fiction is still new to me, so please bare with me, and if there’s any gendered pronouns in there please ignore them. Anyway I had this idea, that sounded better in my head but here you go none the less.

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[frost-queen]

Worshipped (Reader x Mattheo Riddle)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia,  @elllie-does-the-posts, @alex--awesome--22 @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @melsunshine,  @evilcr0ne, @callsignwidow, @whotfskai, @freddieweasleysgf, @untoldshortsofthefandoms

Summary: Reader is obessed with Mattheo's muscular and veiny arms that she folds like a paper for him.

“Oh yeah!” – Lorenzo outed giving Theodore a low five at the sight of the long dueling platform. – “Now this is going to be fun.” – he followed his friends to a corner of the classroom. Lorenzo glanced around the room recognizing Harry in the midst of it. – “Now that smile I’d like to wipe off his face.” – he elbowed Mattheo in the side with a wink. Mattheo rolled his eyes barely giving him a glance. – “Right?” – Lorenzo moved his attention to Theodore who wasn’t much of interaction too. He gave him a simple nod, before staring back at the office above.

Lorenzo gave up leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. – “Great.” – your friend said when entering the defense against the dark arts class. – “Just what I needed a duel class.” – she sighed out, rubbing her shoulders exhausted. – “You don’t think I can pass an excuse to Mad Eye for being incapable of participating due to a quidditch incident?” – you tugged her along on her sleeve passing past others to get a spot by the walls.

“You don’t play quidditch.” – you replied with a smile. – “I know.” – she whined out. You settled with her on the left side close to some Gryffindors and Slytherin girls. Your friend kept stressing out as you exhaled deep. – “Look you might not even have to duel. He can’t possibly let everyone duel within the span of his teaching hours.” – you concluded to offer some reassurance. – “You think so?” – she responded making you nod with a hum.

She exhaled relieved letting herself fall back against the wall. Across the duel platform she spotted Mattheo and his gang of friends. – “I bet they are eager to kick some ass.” – she whispered to you. – “Whoever is dueling against them will surely end up on the floor.” – she continued. You shrugged your shoulders. – “We might be surprised.” – you whispered back to her. From across the room you caught Mattheo’s glance making you quickly look away. The door shut startling a few closest to it.

From the top office emerged Mad Eye Moody. His wooden leg tapped loudly against the flooring as he made his way downstairs. His thick walking stick leaving a few dents in the stairs. His moving eye looked your way as it felt unsettling to you. He kept staring at you for a few seconds till he let his eye move to look at Harry. – “Class today is simple.” – he outed stepping in front of the dueling platform. An arm resting over his cane. – “Two of you duel against each other. Any spell is allowed.” – he said.

Draco nodded with a wide smirk, high fiving Lorenzo. Draco then looked over to Ron and Harry luring them out. Hermione whispered something to them. Probably to not let them get under their skin. – “So who wants to…” – Mad Eye started as Hermione’s arm shot up. – “Ah a volunteer.” – he said as Hermione shook her head. – “Professor I was just wondering when you said every spell. I’m sure you don’t mean the unforgivable curses as well. For that is forbidden.”

Mad Eye smiled and pointed at her. – “I even recommend it!” – he called out loud with a laugh. You looked at your friend thinking this isn’t such a good idea. Draco already slit his throat across the room to Harry and Ron. Hermione stuck her hand up again. – “Yes.” – Mad Eye sighed out. – “That is out of the question! Dumbledore would never allow such a thing! Do you wish to have the blood of your students on your hands!” – she called out not backing away from an argument. Mad Eye mimicked her words with childish muttering making you roll your eyes at him.

“My hands are clean.” – he joked showing her his hands. You exhaled deep raising your hand as well. – “Yes, you!” – he pointed out as almost everyone turned to look at you. – “Why don’t you offer yourself up as test subject?” – you said with an undertone full of attitude. Some boys around you were astonished by your bold words against the professor. – “I’m sure we’re all eager to learn from you. You could deflect such a spell can you not?” – you pouted your lips a bit to downsize him.

Mad Eye mumbled to himself with some annoyance. He then turned around to drink from a flask. Hermione sought out eye contact, giving you an approving nod to back her up. You nodded subtly back. This was no way to teach people to duel by killing each other. You had no dead wish and presumably many others had not as well. – “Fine no unforgivable curses!” – Mad Eye exclaimed rudely with a throw of his hand.

“Who’s up first?” – he called out as Lorenzo stuck his hand up along another boy. Mad Eye pointed at them, then to the platform for them to get on. They readied themselves as Mad Eye gave the signal to start. Spells flashed around as Lorenzo came out victorious. Two girls were up next as one of them got flung back, rolling over the edge. By the fourth duel had Lorenzo stuck up Mattheo’s arm. Mattheo gave him a cold stare for tossing him in the midst. Mattheo got on the platform, waiting in the middle for his opponent. – “Anyone?” – Mad Eye said as no one stepped forwards.

All afraid to duel against Mattheo. Exhaling soft, you stuck your hand up. – “Ah a volunteer!” – Mad Eye spoke as some students made way so he could see you. Mattheo turned to look at you with shock. Mad Eye smiled beyond himself. – “Oh just wonderful.” – he said as you smile sarcastically at him. A boy helped you up on the platform as you met up with Mattheo. – “I’ll go easy on you.” – he said eying you up and down.

You threw him a witty smile. – “Don’t hold yourself back.” – you answered. – “Okay.” – Mattheo replied with a nod. You turned round to head over to your side. Mattheo glanced over his shoulder back to you. – “Crush her!” – Lorenzo cheered at him. – “Easy win.” – Draco told him as it caught your ear. You rolled your eyes standing with your back at them.

You turned around at the same time as Mattheo. – “Ready your wands.” – Mad Eye said as you took in your position. – “Begin!” – he shouted as Mattheo hardened his gaze. – “Stupefy!” – he called out as you waved your wand around you, blocking his spell with protego. Blue swirled around you as it stopped his spell from reaching you. You smiled sweetly at Mattheo tightening your grip on your wand. He swallowed nervously when your expression got serious. – “Locomotor Mortis!” – you shouted as red flashes of magic came out of your wand. Mattheo’s legs got bound as he struggled to keep his balance.

“Levicorpus!” – you then shouted as Mattheo was just in time to deflect your spell with protego. Still bound he bend down trying to untie his legs. – “Expelliarmus!” – Mattheo’s wand got tossed out of his hand making him look up surprised. Now he was completely defenseless. – “Stupefy!” – you then said as Mattheo got hit in the chest getting flung over the platform dropping to the ground. Your friend erupted in loud cheering as many clapped loud for you. You untensed bowing for your audience.

Mattheo got back up looking over the platform to you as he couldn’t fully pull himself up anymore. He puffed with a smile that you had out done him. You got up with the help of your friend. Mattheo joined his friends, holding his hand against his stomach. Draco nudged him hard. Bickering with him that he lost from a girl. After you another pair went up as class was close to ending. Dismissed started everyone to leave the classroom. Your friend and you left class seeing Mattheo was leaning against the wall outside.

The moment you passed he removed himself from the wall, joining your side. – “Y/n Y/l/n.” – he called out sliding an arm over you. You made some brief eye contact with your friend as she got the hint. She moved away, giving you the space with Mattheo. – “Hope I didn’t hit your pride.” – you told him as he inhaled sharp through his teeth. – “Not yet.” – he answered with a chuckle. You glanced to the side seeing his hand over your shoulder. A bit of his sleeve pulled back revealing his wrist to you. Seeing how muscles and veiny it was made you swallow. Somehow that was very appealing to you.

“I didn’t know you were such a duelist or were you just eager to get me.” – he said making you pull your attention away from his wrist. – “What would you like the answer to be.” – you responded leaning in close to tease him. Mattheo smiled losing his mind over how ravishing that was. His bad boy attitude stroked with sarcastic comments that could make the serotine in his brain release. You swallowed shyly at those eyes he flashed your way. subtly feeling his muscles tense as he moved your neck closer to him.

Your heart started to beat faster as the urge grew to grab his hand and let your fingers go up his arm wanting to feel those muscles. Something inside of you snapped needing to touch him. You touched his chest, moving your hand a bit. – “Still in pain?” – you asked feeling yourself warm up for doing something so bold. Mattheo smiled taking your hand and removing it gently from against his chest. – “Only when you touch it.” – he whispered almost making you weak on the knees. - “Good thing I didn’t hit any weak spots.” – you answered letting his arm slide off your shoulder.

Mattheo and you parted ways as you went to search for your friend. Out of sight you needed a moment to cool yourself down. Never in a million years did you think Mattheo Riddle would hold such a grip over you. Sure he was handsome, a first class bad boy and very picky in his taste in girls but seeing that wrist of his made something snap inside of you. It made you wonder what the rest of him looked underneath his shirt. There was something so handsome of well enough muscles arms. You barely lost control now, you weren’t sure what would happen if you would encounter him again if you saw a bit of skin.

Luckily your friend was waiting for you by the great hall. You entered with her taking a seat on the long tables along some other Slytherins. – “So what did he want?” – she asked curious. You shrugged your shoulders. To be honest you couldn’t remember much of it. If one were to ask you about it, you’d probably just ramble on about his arms and how they were in contact with your body. Words weren’t necessary when his body had you in such a clutch.  – “When you speak of the snake.” – your friend whispered nudging you. Looking up you saw Mattheo enter with his friends.

He came sitting a table before yours, facing your way. He flashed you a devious smile before sitting down. Your friend had to suppress her excitement at how Mattheo was looking at you. Mattheo folded his hands before him as yet again a bit of wrist became visible. You caught yourself stare instantly at it. The scenario in your mind anything but playful. Knee trembling under the table you really had to withheld yourself to not jump over the tables and rub your hands over his arms.

Mattheo caught you staring making him smile. You forced yourself to look away, hoping you weren’t drooling over him. You moved yourself a bit so that your friend was blocking your focus on him. Whenever you accidently looked at him, you noticed he was looking back at you whilst chatting. His attention drawn to you while his mouth was engaged in the conversation. Unable to control yourself anymore you got up leaving with your friend. Mattheo watching your leave with full attention. Lorenzo waved his hand in front of him to snap his attention back.

Your friend and you went outside where you enjoyed some relaxed afternoon under the sun. After a few other classes you went to your common room in the dungeons. The two of you sat down on the sofa as your friend jumped back up. She pulled from underneath her a book. – “How did that come here?” – she questioned looking at the cover. – “Who’s it from?” – you asked as she opened the first page. – “Malfoy.” – she sighed out. She pushed the book in your arms. – “Here you take it to him.” – she said. – “What? No!” – you answered shoving it back to her. She pushed it back your way.

“Do it for me.” – she begged. – “No!” – you answered loudly trying to keep your voice down. – “Do it yourself!” – you forced the book back her way as she fumbled against your grip. – “See it as an opportunity to talk to him.” – you whispered to her knowing of her silly crush on him. She immediately shook her head. – “I don’t have a dead wish!” – she whispered back throwing the book on your lap. You took it, flapping it her way. – “Don’t be a baby and give it to him!” – she moved her hands behind her back, shaking her head.

You threw it in her lap as she squealed loud. Slapping it away like something dirty. It fell back with you as you sighed loud. – “I’ll buy you all the candy you want.” – she said. – “So you want me to overdose on sugar?” – you quirked your eyebrow up. – “I’ll do your homework than? Buy you new clothes? Lie for you? Please I’ll do anything but give it to him with perhaps a good word for me.” – she begged praying with her hands. – “Fine!” – you gave in. – “But you better talk to him one day or I’ll force you into a situation so uncomfortable you’ll hate it.” – she nodded her head firmly as you got up.

Dragging yourself up the stairs you went to Draco’s dorm that he shared with his friends. You knocked loudly waiting for someone to call you in. – “In.” – you heard making you open the door. Popping your head inside, you froze. Instead of finding Draco, you found Mattheo half-naked. His entire chest bare as you had a full pleasure of his muscular body. – “Y/n? What are you doing here?” – he asked holding his shirt. Speechless you moved Draco’s book up to show him.

Mattheo frowned. You entered more; gaze caught on his chest. – “Malfoy’s.” – you managed to get out. – “That idiot.” – Mattheo sighed out coming closer to you. Your eyes widened practically shaking as he came nearer. He plucked the book out of your hand, looking briefly at it. Wetting your lips, you so wanted to go smoothly over his muscles and veiny arms. You had never had such a dirty mind but licking them might have crossed your mind.

“Y/n?” – Mattheo said noticing you were staring lost at him. You hummed softly still charmed by his muscles. Mattheo chuckled making you look up to him. The way he looked at you set you over the edge. You completely lost it. You let your hands slide up his arms to his neck as you drew your head closer. The sensation that overtook you whilst feeling his arms was ravishing.

You kissed him hard feeling his neck. Mattheo grabbed you kissing you back. Your lips followed his pace as your hands went down his arms again meeting in the center of his chest. Mattheo removed your hands from on his chest bringing them up to his neck. Inhaling sharply you kissed him hard again. Heating up at the sensation leaving your brain. Mattheo chuckled when you started kissing his neck and shoulder.

“Easy there Y/n.” – he said at your eagerness. He tilted your head up to him, pressing his lips on yours again. Taking his hands you wrapped them around you, wanting him close. – “You’re so mine.” – he whispered to you tilting your chin up by his thumb. – “I so am.” – you whispered back before kissing him again.

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must share a hoe drabble about:

Ransom + kiss on the cheek + “You smell good.”

Meet the Parents

Boyfriend! Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word Count: 1,998

A/N: The Shameless Hoe Fairy? At my doorstep? What a surprise!! I was so excited to write this prompt, and hope I did Ransom justice.

Drabble? I don’t know her. I’ll call this a double Drabble based off word count?

Warnings: probably the most suggestive fic I’ve written, so just to be safe, minors DNI, allusions to smut, schmoozing but it’s actually so genuine, family, L-bomb, nickname/pet name usage

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You had spent two weeks coaching Ransom to meet your family. After a long phone call with your mom on the way home from work, she insisted you bring him over for dinner.

“Family should know everything about each other.” She insisted. You rolled your eyes and hummed in response. At this point, you knew that sometimes there was no fighting her and you just had to say whatever she wanted to hear.

“Okay, mom. I’ll talk to him about it, but to be fair, I haven’t even met his parents yet. Anyway, I’m pulling into my place right now. I’ve gotta let you go.” Your hand hovered over the keys in the ignition, eager to take them out as soon as she’d say goodbye.

“I don’t know why you’re kicking me off the phone so soon, but okay. We’ll plan it out for him to come over soon. Love you, bye.”

“Love you, too. Bye, mom.” You turned off the car and scooped up your bag and keys, heading inside.

As soon as you hit the kitchen, you flailed your arms out, dropping all your stuff on the island. You and Ransom had plans for him to come over and cook with you tonight, but after that call, there was no way that was gonna happen. You could only allocate your energy towards so much at a time.

You had considered asking Ransom if he wouldn’t mind doing the majority of the work for the meal tonight since the two of you had picked up the groceries over the weekend, but quickly thought better. You were already exhausted, no need to add a kitchen cluttered with dirty dishes and burnt food to the list.

You picked up your phone from the mess you made and called Ransom, surprised it only took one ring before he picked up.

“Hey, Sweetheart, I’m on the way over now. You better have a good recipe up your sleeve, because I’m driving through a row of restaurants and the scent is heavenly.” You wanted to laugh but your body felt too weighed down.

“About that, Ran. Can there be a change of plans? I know I said I’d teach you a new recipe tonight, but I have next to no energy left. Will you actually just pick something up? Your choice.”

The line went silent for a beat before you had to pull the phone away from your ear at Ransom’s boisterous response. “THANK GOD. Yes, I’ll do that. Be there in 20.”

And with that he hung up the phone and you flopped down on the couch waiting for him to arrive.

Ransom’s knock on your door jerked you awake. You responded with a rasp. “It’s open.”

He made his way over to you and set down the bags of food on your coffee table.

“Hi, Ranny.” You smiled up at him, your eyes still half lidded with sleep.

Ransom reached for your hands, draping them over the back of his neck as he crouched over you, eventually lowering himself down so his head was on your chest, the rest of his broad form blanketing you on the couch. You kissed the top of his head and stroked his hair as he mumbled through his squished cheeks. “What’s got you all like…this?” He gestured to your face without looking up.

He still wasn’t that great at expressing his care for the emotions of others, but for you, he was trying. You sighed and patted his shoulders.

“Food first, then I’ll tell you.”

You pushed back your takeout box on the coffee table and finally looked up at Ransom. He had been eyeing you skeptically the whole meal, leaning against the bottom of the couch, both of you sitting on the floor, as he ate his own food. It wasn’t like him to be that quiet. He must’ve been worried.

“Hi.” You softly whispered to him, looking back into his piercing gaze.

“Hi. You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” He returned with a gentle sternness in his tone.

You nodded, your shoulders rolling back as you built up the courage to address this big of a topic. “My parents want to meet you.”

Ransom’s jaw stopped chewing his food. He set down his utensils and swallowed, shifting to put his elbows on the table to look at you. “Okay… what’s so wrong with that? Parents love me.”

You grimaced, you really liked him, but didn’t want to subject your relationship to the gauntlet of your family.

“Nothing, really, it’s just, my parents are very traditional. Like, super religious and conservative.”

Ransom continued to look at you intently, nodding slowly. “So what exactly are you saying? I wouldn’t be approved by your parents?”

“No! I’m not saying that at all, I just want to make sure they see how great you are. They tend to judge harshly and quickly. The first time I brought a guy home, they literally said, ‘Yeah, I think you’d be better as friends. Let him down easy.’ And I never saw him again because couldn’t handle their disappointed faces every time I mentioned his name. I don’t want to have to go through that with you- no, I can’t go through that with you because I love you and you’re it for me.”

Ransom’s eyes went wide. That was the first time you had said it and he was surprised by how quotidian it seemed. Like you should’ve been saying it this whole time. Your eyes went wide as well with surprise at what had slipped out as his face morphed into a grin. It wasn’t shit-eating or mischievous, it was full of love and… lust?

“Get over here.” You silently scooted around the coffee table on your knees and made your way to Ransom as he reached his arms out and guided you into his lap. He pulled you close so your noses were touching, his long eyelashes fluttering along your cheeks as you whimpered.

“Let me show you how much I love you. I’ll savor you right here and treat you like the only woman on Earth, because you’re it for me, too.” Ransom made a move to press his lips against yours, but you pulled back.

“Wait, Ran. There’s something I have to tell you first.” His eyes darted in between yours with concern.

“My parents still think I’m a virgin.” His shoulders dropped as he looked at you incredulously, head cocked to the side.

“Is that it? I mean, we both know you’re far from pure already if I’ve got anything to say about it.” The corner of his mouth turned up and you hid your head in his neck. You pulled back, pushing your hands against his shoulders to keep distance so you could focus enough to get the rest of the information out.

“Just, with everything I told you, there are some household rules we’ll have to follow.”

“Mmhmm.” He hummed, kissing a trail up your forearm.

“Ran, I mean it. No kissing around them, not on the lips at least. Forehead and cheek only.”

“Yeah, I get it.” He continued, kissing his way up the other arm.

“Seriously, and no inappropriate touching, or private conversations in a separate room.”

His trail continued up your neck. “Is that all?”

You sighed and tilted your head back, closing your eyes. “You probably have to bring a bottle of wine. And flowers for my mom and sister.” You meant to sound stern, but it came out as more of a gasp.

“Consider it done, sweetheart.” He moved up your cheek, then leaned in for a deep kiss that left you breathless.

Two weeks later, you were staying at your parents’ house for a long weekend. They had come to pick you up, and Ransom was going to drive you back home after the meal so you could go to work the next morning. Letting Ransom stay over would probably never be a thought in their mind until the two of you were married, so he was only coming over for Sunday night dinner.

You were nervous and hoped his weeks of prep had been taken to heart. On a normal day with Ransom, he was all over you, so you had no idea how he was going to keep his hands to himself, if only for a few hours.

You had told him your parents valued punctuality, too, having met in the military, so you were delighted to hear the doorbell at 5:15 when they’d told him to be there at 5:30.

You ran down the steps and opened the door to be greeted by your boyfriend holding two bouquets and a bottle of wine as your mother followed closely behind you. Ransom was looking more handsome than usual, if that was even possible, with his signature sweater and carefully styled hair. You preferred it floofy and a little messy, as it was most mornings, but it was perfect for your mom to see him.

Ransom handed you the bottle of wine as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “You look beautiful, Sweetheart.” You blushed and gestured toward your mom with your free hand.

“Mom, this is Ransom, Ransom, I’d like you to mee-“

Before you could even finish the introduction, she cut you off. “Mom, you can call me Mom, dear. It’s so great to meet you.” Ransom laughed and handed her a bouquet of flowers with charm before she pulled him in for a hug. You raised your eyebrows in surprise at the greeting. You’d never seen her be this welcoming before, even when your sister brought her husband home for the first time. Ransom looked over his shoulder at you and winked as your mother dragged him into the living room to meet the rest of the family.

You made your way to the kitchen with the bottle of wine, catching your dad who was finishing up the meal.

“Hey Dad, Ransom just got here. Need any help finishing up?” He looked up from the pot he was stirring and squinted to read the label on the bottle of wine in your hands.

“Ah, that’s a good one. Why don’t you pull out some glasses and open it up so we can get it airing. Would you be a dear and help me take this all out to the table? I’m gonna go introduce myself.”

You nodded and got to work running the dishes out to the dining room.

Dinner with Ransom went off without a hitch. He was a perfect gentleman without it seeming forced, engaging in conversation with your family with ease. Every topic he brought up complimented you and touched on your best moments with each other, your sister and her husband chiming in on their similar experiences and your parents looking at the two of you with approval and admiration.

When it was time to go, your parents made you each a bag full of leftovers, insisting you’d both have dinners for the whole week. You smiled and happily took them, waving goodbye until they closed the door behind you. Ransom grabbed your hand, still keeping a respectful amount of distance between your bodies before walking you to the other side of his Beamer. He opened the passenger door for you before he grabbed the bag of food out of your hands and placed it in the back along with his. He leaned into the car, finally out of the line of sight of your parents’ windows as he buckled you into your seat. As he leaned back, he kissed you on the cheek again before nosing against your neck.

“You smell good. So good I almost went crazy when I first got here.” He pulled back, pupils blown with lust, swallowing his icy irises, as he leaned in with his arm resting against the roof of the car.

“Now let’s take you home so I can take you apart.”

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Lord Husband (Chapter 5)

cregan x reader

word count: 1,606 words

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A private carriage. You thank the gods for small victories. Being locked in a small box for a month with nobody but Cregan Stark for company would’ve been the thing that pushed you over the edge of insanity. Or, you likely would have killed him.

Perhaps it was more his safety they are concerned over rather than my comfort. You think to yourself.

The preparations for your departure have been immensely extravagant and your mother has already commissioned ten new dresses and five nightgowns just to tie you over until the royal family flies in for the wedding. You’ll spend another whole month courting Cregan (in Winterfell this time) before the ceremony and you don’t know if you want the spectacle to be drawn out more to prolong your unmarried freedom or if you just want it to be over with.

You ignore the thoughts as you make your way down to the courtyard with Baela and Rhaena on each arm and Ser Robert trailing after you.

“I’m going to miss you awfully.” Rhaena says sentimentally. 

“You’ll have to write to me with every bit of court gossip. Gods know that the boys won’t do a very good job at keeping me filled in.” You roll your eyes dramatically, trying to keep it all lighthearted.

“You’ll write to us plenty as well, tell us all about the joys of marriage.” Baela says with a little smirk.

“I hardly believe there’ll be many joys to rave about.” You say with a scoff.

“I wouldn’t be so sure. From what i’ve heard, northern men are very good with… their tongues.” The elder twin says scandalously. You think you hear Ser Robert choke on water from behind you.

“Baela!” Rhaena scolds but she giggles too.

“I don’t want his tongue anywhere near me.” You say as you shoot her a glare.

“Then you are as dumb as you are pretty.” You roll your eyes at this.

“His assumed skills don’t matter if I do not like him.” You say primly.

“You don’t have to like him to appreciate the look of him.” Baela says as she lifts a hand to inspect her nails.

“I agree. You know what they say about men with large hands…” Rhaena trails off and you glare at her as well.

“Do not team up against me.” You say.

“We are only trying to help you to look on the bright side. You’ll be with him for the rest of your lives.” Rhaena says softly. It’s a thought that you don’t really want to think about.

“Perhaps after I give him a son, we will become estranged and he will allow me to retire to Dragonstone.” You reply wistfully. The twins exchange a look.

“And what of your son?” 

You sigh and say, “Any child I have will be his, not mine.”

“But they will also be Valyrians. They could be dragonriders. They will need a Valyrian to teach them.” Baela says. The idea of a child with a dragon, not knowing its history, not knowing how to care for it, is a sad thought.

“Motherhood is as noble a path as any.” Rhaena says, in an attempt to make you feel better.

“Not if it’s forced.”

There is an awkward silence after that and you feel bad, being the one who caused it. Your closest friends, your sisters, they only wanted to comfort you, to make you excited about the journey and you’ve made them feel bad for trying.

“I do quite like some of the dresses her Grace commissioned for me, though.” You say with a little grin and both of the girls light up.

“Oh yes, they’re all so beautiful. I don't know if I could even pick a favourite.” Rhaena gushes.

“I can.” Baela says. “The deep maroon velvet one. Ugh, the sleeves on it are to die for. It’s far too hot to be wearing such fashion in King’s Landing. We’d be sweltering.” Baela pouts a little at that but then grins. “You’ll be the icon of the North when it comes to gowns.”

“I intend to be the icon of the North when it comes to everything.” You say with a faux level of superiority as you come around to the stairs that go down to the courtyard.

There are many nobles waiting to see you off and Cregan Stark stands right at the front, waiting for you and looking as disgustingly handsome as ever. You ignore him and make your way to the ladies who won’t be accompanying you first, hugging them and trying not to tear up. You hope Cregan is offended by how you brush by him. Then, you reach your siblings. Your goodbyes to your family are short and proper, you’ll see them at the wedding anyhow. Your goodbye with your mother is… tense if nothing else. 

You turn to Cregan at this point, knowing that you need to have a public interaction before you get into your carriage. Even if you enjoy being the centre of attention, you don’t want to waste the creation of gossip if you’re not there to see how it all goes down.

Lord Stark bows deeply. “Princess, I am glad to be accompanying you to your new home.”

“I thank you for your protection on the long trip that lies ahead of us.” You say in response, your voice cordial and dripping with charisma. 

“It is my honour.” He holds out a hand and you take it, allowing him to help you up the steps, into the carriage. Your two handmaidens follow after you. When the door shuts, you sigh, ready for the long trip to be over already.

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As the trip properly starts, you begin to remember how much you hate carriage rides. Short ones are usually fine but you’ve been sitting in the wheeled contraption for hours now and it's making you awfully dizzy.

“Your Grace? Are you well?” Rose, your handmaiden, speaks up. She looks concerned for your state.

“I am fine. I perhaps just need to rest for a moment.” You say, a bit breathlessly, as you shift to lay down, resting your head in your other handmaiden’s lap.

“Are you sure, princess? You look a little green.” Safia speaks up as she begins to stroke your hair.

“It’s this stupid carriage. And the road for seven hells. How can it be so uneven?” You groan and Safia starts to rub your temples.

“It is awful, I know.” She soothes but her kind words don’t help. You just feel more and more nauseous.

“Oh gods.” You groan.

“Princess, are you going to be sick?” Rose asks, and to your dismay, you believe you are about to be sick.

You nod a little and she stands, banging on the roof. “Stop the carriage!” She calls out to the driver.

Before you’re even fully stopped, Rose pushes open the door and Safia helps you to your feet. You stumble out of the carriage and unceremoniously, onto the grass. You fall to your hands and knees, breathing heavily. You thank the gods when you don’t actually throw up and the churning of your stomach begins to slow with the help of a stationary position and fresh air.

“What is happening? Is the princess alright?” 

Oh gods why does he have to see this? You think to yourself as the young Lord Stark’s voice rings through the air.

“The movement of the carriage makes her unwell, my lord.” Safia says.

“Oh of course.” He murmurs and wanders off for a moment. You feel hopeful that he just decided to leave you but he’s back before you know it and kneeling by your side. “Here, eat this.” He says and gives you a gentle smile as he holds out ginger for you.

“Why would I eat tha-” He seems to know that you were going to kick up a fuss so as you are mid-sentence, he puts the piece of ginger in your mouth.

“Chew.” He says simply. Your eyes are wide and you want to refuse but you also don’t necessarily want to spit it out like a spoiled child. So, you apprehensively begin to chew the root, trying not to make a face at the peppery flavour. “Good.” He speaks again. “You’ll feel better now.” You think he looks far too pleased as he stands up in front of you and offers you his hand. You begrudgingly take it and he pulls you up with so much ease that you hardly even had to try and stand.

You brush your skirts off, feeling spiteful even if Cregan just helped you.

He just looked far too smug about it. You assure yourself as you make your way back into your carriage. 

Before the door is closed, your betrothed speaks up, “Perhaps I could join you, princess. Just to make sure you’re feeling better.” The smile he gives you is almost sneaky, as if there is some sort of hidden innuendo in there. You feel that he enjoys toying with you.

“That would be terribly improper.” You speak only loud enough for him to hear.

“Yes, of course.” He says but the cheeky grin never fades, even as he walks to his horse.

“Strange.” Rose says. “Most lords would enjoy the comforts of a carriage themselves.”

“Perhaps it would be an excuse to sneak into here.” Safia says scandalously. 

“Then he shall be perpetually disappointed.” You say as you settle into your seat.

The procession begins to move again and through all the bumps and uneven roads, and as more time passes, the nausea that plagued you never returns. 

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Could I request “hey, only i can call them that!” with jake or santi or even miguel

Thank youuuu!

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AN: Thanks so much for sending this in, I'm so sorry it took so long! I implemented this prompt differently than I normally would—instead of using the dialogue in the fic, I just used the idea of someone calling you by a nickname Jake has for you. Hope that’s okay! Thank you again to @moonknightly for coming up with the title for this. 💗

This is my first time writing Jake, please be kind 🙏

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Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,168 Pairing: Jake Lockley x Reader (written with a f!reader in mind, but i'm pretty sure this can be read as GN. please let me know if that's incorrect!) Warnings: jealous/possessive!Jake, public sex (non-penetrative), frottage/grinding, thigh riding, please forgive any bad Spanish translations, i did try to do some research but i am not a native speaker 😟 AO3

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Jake leans against the side of his car, the metal hot against his back even through his clothes. It’s unseasonably warm today, the sun beating down as he waits patiently for your shift to end. He’d ditched his jacket ages ago, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows not long after. Nevertheless, he still feels like he’s standing in an oven. Jake sighs, lips pressing into a hard line as he pulls his cap low enough over his eyes to block out the sun. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, turning his wrist a little to check his watch. 

You’re late.

This isn’t uncommon, and normally he’d have no problem waiting as long as you needed him to but, today the heat might just be too much. Just as he’s about to barge in and demand that they let you go, you push through the main doors, laughing brightly. Jake’s body relaxes at the sight of you, his chest warming at the smile on your face.

Until he notices there’s someone beside you. 

Your co-worker, Miles. 

Jake scowls, muttering under his breath. He hates Miles. He’s too nice, too respectful…too good-looking. What he wouldn’t give to punch that cabrón in his annoyingly symmetrical face. He’s made you aware of his feelings, told you he doesn’t like how friendly he is with you, but you always just laugh, brushing him off by telling him he has nothing to worry about (“He’s married, Jake. Happily married.”).

He trusts you, no question about it. He knows you love him, knows that you’d never stray, never seek affection or attention elsewhere, but Jake also knows how men can be (even married men) and he doesn’t trust this one as far as he can throw him.

Miles makes you laugh again, your head thrown back, the graceful line of your neck on display. Jake’s jaw clenches.

“See you, Sunshine!” Miles chuckles, winking and waving as he walks in the opposite direction. 

Jake’s eyes narrow at the nickname, his blood burning almost as much as the sun on the back of his neck.

Sunshine.

Only Jake was allowed to call you that. 

Perhaps he needs to remind you who you belong to. His scowl morphs into a smirk at the thought.

Your whole face lights up when you see him and the sight quells some of his aggravation.

It doesn’t mean he isn’t going to still teach you a lesson though. 

You throw your arms around his neck when you reach him, pulling him into a kiss with a soft little hum. He happily kisses you back, his arms winding around your waist, hands settling possessively on your ass. Jake digs his fingers into your cheeks through your clothes, gently pulling your hips against his. You make a surprised noise before going slightly limp in his arms, returning his affection. He deepens the kiss, licking into the warm, wet cavern of your mouth. Your body is flush with his now, utterly pliant in his arms.

Without warning, Jake spins you around, his mouth swallowing your surprised gasp as he presses you against the side of his car. He ruts against your thigh, slotting his own between your legs, and you moan softly at the pressure. You cant your hips, grinding against his thigh, your breath hitching as the action sends a shiver of pleasure through you. When you finally break a moment later, you’re panting, eyes a little glassy with lust. 

“Not that I’m complaining but, what—” 

“I missed you, mi sol,” he breathes, his voice low and raspy in that way he knows you like.

He watches with satisfaction as you swallow hard, fingers clenched in the folds of his white dress shirt.  

“Looks like you missed me too, hmm?” he whispers, his hands falling to cup your hips as you unconsciously rut against his thigh. 

You pull your lip between your teeth, eyelashes fluttering slightly as you nod. Jake leans in, nuzzling your nose, his lips hovering over yours. A whimper escapes you when you grind down a little harder, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. He knows you shouldn’t be doing this here, he’s sure you know that too, but at the moment, he doesn’t care, almost hopes someone you know will see, see that you are his. 

Jake kisses you again, slow and a little sloppy, rutting his half-hard cock against your thigh. Your lips are slippery against his, your mouth hot and oh so sweet. You groan into each other's mouths as you lazily grind against one another, Jake’s hands pushing and pulling your hips, helping you drag yourself over his thigh. He presses his forehead against yours when you break for air again, your fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck as you softly sigh his name. 

“¿Quieres acabar así, mi sol?” he breathes, panting slightly against your cheek. 

Your whimpered “yes” sends a jolt of pleasure through him, one that almost makes him come on the spot. Jake hums, dragging his tongue over his lips as he watches you writhe. You’re so gorgeous like this, lost in your pleasure, lost in him. Still, he hasn’t forgotten why he started this in the first place, that you still have a lesson to learn. Your breath hitches as you near your peak, your body tensing in anticipation of the pleasure that’s about to crest. 

Suddenly, Jake’s grip on your hips tightens, enough to halt your movement, his leg dropping a bit as he presses you harder against the car. You gasp, whining at the loss of friction between your legs. 

“Then maybe you shouldn’t let other men call you what I call you,” he growls, mouth hovering over yours. 

Your eyes widen a little at his words, a slight panic filling them when he starts to pull away. You grab his shirt, holding him tightly against you. 

“Jake, please,” you plead, chest heaving a little. “He only called me that because I told him you did, and he thought it was sweet.” 

He scoffs, unimpressed.

After a moment, you smile, taking his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing gently against his clenched jaw.  

“I’m yours, Jake. Wholly and completely.” 

He grunts, trying in vain to avoid your gaze. He knows he’s ultimately gonna cave (he always does when it comes to you).  

You’re his, yes, but he is also yours. 

You kiss him and that’s all it takes, his body melting against yours in defeat. His thigh returns to its earlier position between your legs, and you moan softly at the delicious pressure. Not long after, he has you writhing again, swallowing your whines and moans as he makes you come apart against the side of his car.  

(And if, maybe, you later return the favor by letting him come down your throat, his hand buried in your hair, your name spilling breathlessly from between his lips, well, Jake thinks that’s only fair).

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Smutmas Day 31!

“Let’s show you what happens to brats who don’t follow the rules.” - Sebastian Sallow + Ominis Gaunt + Garreth Weasley X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: mmmf foursome, spanking with a belt, name calling, subspace, oral m receiving, unprotected p-in-v, anal sex

1,240k words

She was distracted, watering her plants while humming softly. So distracted in fact that when Sebastian came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her cheek, it surprised her thoroughly.

She spun to face him, only a bit surprised to see two other boys standing on either side of him. Garreth’s arms were crossed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his freckled arms as he watched the scene unfold.

Ominis on the other side of Sebastian, looked pissed. Her cheeks went red and she laughed nervously. “H-hey guys, w-what’s going on? I thought I was just supposed to meet Seb today…”

Sebastian gave ‘humph’ before taking a step around her to lean against her planing tables. “Well you see, that was before Ominis told me about you breaking a little rule he made last night, isn’t that right, Om?”

Ominis nodded, stepping up and placing a single finger under her chin, causing her to look up at him. “That’s right, Sebastian. She’s been a naughty little rule breaker and she needs to be punished for it.”

Garreth, arms still crossed, stepped forward, making her swallow nervously. It wasn’t often her three boyfriends worked together. If anything it was usually Sebastian and Ominis. Garreth usually kept separate unless something big happened or they needed to discuss the dynamic.

She shrunk in on herself, wishing she could disappear at this very moment with no consequences. “W-whatever do you mean?”

Ominis smirked and dropped her chin, sliding around her to join Seb in leaning against the potting tables. “Why don't you try again? Tell them what rule you broke last night. Think really hard before you choose to play dumb again, my dear.”

She went red immediately, knowing right away what rule she’d broken. “Um…well…last night while we were together, O-Ominis made a suggestion that I-“

Ominis clicked his tongue and shook his head with a smirk painted on his lips. She averted her eyes to anything but the three of them as he spoke. “Last chance to be honest, Darling.”

She swallowed harshly, eyes meeting her shoes. “H-he made a rule…t-that I wasn’t to touch myself till my date with Sebastian today.”

Ominis nodded in agreement, toying with his wand between his fingers. “And? Did you follow that rule?”

She hesitated but shook her head and Ominis pushed off the potting table with a sigh. “Do you see, gentlemen, why I need help tonight. She had one simple task and she couldn’t even follow through with that.”

Garreth smirked, he for some reason looked the most pissed, likely because it wasn’t often that he was pulled into the other boys games with her. He ate up the distance between them, gripping her neck in his palm. “Let’s show you what happens to brats who don’t follow the rules.”

She swallowed as Garreth gripped tighter, backing her up towards the room where a large four poster bed resided. He had grinned when the bed grew in size as the other boys entered. The room of requirement always catered to the needs of its users.

Garreth pushed her down onto the bed and the other two boys flanked around him, joining on either side of her. Sebastian undid her garments while Ominis pulled them off of her, gently setting her things to the side of the bed.

Once fully undressed they helped her into a kneeling position. She couldn’t help but look back at Garreth who still stood at the side of the bed. “Don’t worry love, he’s going to help. He’s mentioned you two engage in spanking sometimes and he offered to help us teach you a lesson.”

Her eyes widened when Garreth’s smirked, his hands went for his belt, pulling it smoothly from the loops of his pants. “That right darling, told them how good you are when you’re spanked to stay in line.”

She flushed from her neck all the way to the tips of her ears and looked away, keeping her back arched and looking at Sebastian who’s eyes trailed hotly over her naked body. “I can’t wait to see how fucking hot you look when you’re getting spanked with Weasley’s belt.”

She tried her best to relax, taking a shaky breath that turned to a gasp just as the folded leather of Garreth’s belt met her bare skin with a resounding slap. She softly whimpered but didn’t yelp. “O-One.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen as he realized she was counting the spanks that Garreth is doling for her. Ominis leaned over, seemingly intrigued. “Oh, you have her trained so well that she even counts her punishments.”

Garreth made a sound of agreement before bringing the belt down on her ass again. She counts the slap quietly. “How many do you think you deserve, love? Not following Ominis’ one very simple rule.”

She shuddered but not in fear, more out of excitement as she grew wet between her thighs. “T-twenty?”

Garreth gives a thoughtful sound before he chuckles and spanks her again. “I don’t think that’s enough darling, close but you need to take accountability.”

She counted the spank obediently and nodded. “Twenty five…o-or thirty?”

Garreth chuckled and nodded, spanking her again which she dutifully counted. “That’s better. Show the boys how good you take it, love.”

He proceeded to dole out the rest, deciding to meet her half way and give her twenty seven spanks. When he was done she sighed shakily, allowing herself to sag against Ominis.

Ominis held her, petting her hair gently as Garreth smoothed his palm over her glowing red ass. She whimpered and pushed her face into the crook on Ominis’ arm.

Sebastian sat up, eyes trained on Garreth. “You better not have hurt her Weasley.”

Garreth shook his head, preparing to defend himself but she quickly lifted her head and cuddled up to Sebastian. “N-not hurt.”

Sebastian looked surprised as Garreth chuckled. “She’s just being good. She’s in a needy sub space mood now.”

She looked up at Sebastian with big round eyes and bit her lip. Sebastian groaned, reaching between her legs and feeling how wet she was, dripping down her thighs. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

Garreth stripped off his clothes, sliding down onto the bed on his knees. “Come on darling, come suck this cock like a good slut.”

She looked back at Garreth, getting to her knees in front of him, opening her mouth for him. He grinned, sliding his cock inside her mouth with a groan. “It’s technically your day with her Sallow, why don’t you get underneath her and take her pussy.”

Sebastian nodded, undressing and sliding underneath her. He lowered her down onto his cock and she moaned around Garreth in her mouth. Ominis stripped his own clothes before lining up behind her. “Alright beautiful, I guess that leaves me to fuck your perfect ass.”

She moaned and whimpered as Garreth fucked her mouth. Sebastian held her hips, fucking her pussy from under her. And Ominis behind her, slowly working his cock inside of her, smoothing his hands over her reddened ass.

The boys spent the rest of the night bringing her to multiple shaking orgasms, one after the other and only letting her rest, curled up on Sebastian in the ROR after they’d left her filled in every hole and so satisfied all she wanted was a good long sleep on her boy.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #writing challenge #smutmas 2023 #smutmas #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt smut #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley #little emerald snake

[mouriros]

Roier being shaken from his Brooding and being in Misery session during a downpour by someone pounding on his door and once he opens it he's met with a Soaked, Freezing jaiden holding a little egg with a pancake hat. He does an up and a down and jaiden smiles awkwardly and asks 'Hey roier, could you please help me' and he stands there a little shocked before shifting back, letting her and the new baby in.

He gets them both a blanket (which the egg, named Empenada, only uses for a moment before looking fresh and dry) and sits down with jaiden and a cup on tea. As the water was heating up an even smaller egg poked an edge around the corner of the room and stole Empenada from their company.

Jaiden and Roier sit in silence for a minute, watching as the eggs share news and stories with way more emotion than someone whose entire being is just but an oval shell should be able to.

"So, you got one too?" Roier breaks the silence mid-Jaiden-sip and she responds, "Apparently."

"She's cute. Her hats so adorable," and Jaiden replies "yeah," with a laugh. There's a beat before she adds "yours seems... um,"

"I don't know actually. I love Pepitos shirt, the stripes are super silly. Um, thanks for taking me in by the way." Jaiden's words come out mumbled, kind of pushed together and rushed, like she's horrified of taking up too much space. Like she isn't used to it.

Roier can't really add any more descriptive words. "Yeah, Pepito's.. fine, I guess." And he says, "I don't think I'm ready to- be a parent, you know. Again. To someone new."

There's a small silence, where Jaiden picks up her cup and sips from it, and holds it up to her nose to warm it up. "Me neither."

The silence prevails. Jaiden picks her eyes up from her tea and joins Roier in people-(egg)-watching the two kids chat and play and run. They watch as Pepito takes a fall and Empenada goes and helps Pepito up, and then they run off again.

"I really tried to love her." Jaiden starts, "At first it just sounded scary, and then I thought, 'well it can't be that difficult, I mean, everyone else already loves her', and so I told Tina that 'sure I'd Love to spend an entire day with Empenada alone together, sounds lovely, and then- it just-" Jaiden waves her hand about a bit, doing circles with her wrist and trying to put something she can't speak into a language that doesn't use words.

A language Roier understands. He sighs, his entire body expanding and then collapsing as he does. "I think I hated Pepito at first."

"Pepito's great, don't get me wrong. The egg did nothing wrong. It's just, like- all of Pepito's other parents eggs are Dead. Dead Dead. Like funeral dead, like code dead. Bobby- he's- ... he's still right here, sometimes."

Roier let's his words hang, gives Jaiden an exit, but he doesn't even have to look her way to know she's looking his way, eyes full of understanding.

"I'm basically Pepito's only parent right now, so he's also living with me. You know how weird it is to live with an egg again? How weird it is teaching an egg how to hold a sword properly, hearing tiny footsteps and tinier sniffles, doing daily tasks, and how weird it is to do it all Again?"

"Bobby was my only one. I know saying Pepito isn't my son is as cruel as I can be, but it's just not fair that anyone thought I could ever be a Father again. No one else should be calling me Papa. I don't think I want anyone else to call me Papa"

Roier can't even tell he's crying until Jaiden gets up to receive paper towels for him. When she returns, she pulls her own chair next to Roiers, holding out the roll of paper towels intended for a kitchen and running her scarred hand over his back.

He sniffs his nose and wipes his cheeks off with the back of his sleeve.

"Sometimes I wish it had been anyone but Bobby."

Roier whips his head up, looking at Jaiden who's looking at the eggs again.

"Like- okay, I don't wish anyone else had gone through what we did. I don't think it was humane, but I just wish that- you know. I wish that anyone else went through that instead of us. I miss him every day, and some days it's like just a fact, you know. I just look at an egg running around and think 'I miss Bobby' like I'd call the sky blue

but some days it's so much. Some days I watch Fit and Ramon building something together or Sunny and Tubbo bickering and I have to go home because all I want to do is scream and cry and tear down everything I see."

Jaiden gulps. Her eyes are still dry, but her hands are shaking and she feels as breathing becomes a task to focus on.

"I miss our family so much, Roier. And some days I think if Cucurucho told me if I killed every single egg on quesadilla island for the Chance to be teleported back and have 12 hours with Bobby and you and a field of flowers and birds and sunshine I'd do it. I'd learn Spanish until it became a second mother tongue, I'd sell every organ I have, I'd do anything at all for a chance."

Roier has to wipe his eyes again.

"I don't want to be a mother Roier. I can't do this, not without you. Not for anyone but Bobby."

They sit in a silence surrounded by small laughs and the patting of running feet. Roier's eyes stay fixed on Jaiden as she looks straight ahead, her entire body shaking and lip quivering. Roier puts his hand on her knee.

"I love you."

And she leans her head on his, and her wings fall limp behind her, and the light in the room starts shifting to a soft orange.

"I miss you, Roier."

"I'll always be here."

"But I think I miss a you that died when Bobby did."

"I do too, Jaiden."

"I love you too."

#I STARTED WRITING A SMALL PARAGRAPHS ABOUT THEM HELP #q jaiden #qsmp #q roier #qsmp jaiden #qsmp roier #parrotduo #platonic #sunsetduo #familoier #found family #one shot #grief #writing #empenada #pepito #name as pronouns

[bellatrixscurls]

DOLLY | SIRIUS BLACK

summary : you cannot stand one another... can you?

warnings : smut, ‘enemies’ to lovers, mentions of anxiety and Walburga, mutual pinning (kinda, more on siri’s part though), teasing, fingering, creampie, oral (fem receiving), kinda mean siri at some point, tears. pls lmk if i missed any! :)

a/n : it is my first time writing a full fic in like months so pls like it <3 aldhsk

At this point, the whole table is watching you bickering with Sirius. You have started an argument because your soup was cold, and he jokingly said that he could heat it up for you... between his buns.

“Hey, I was just saying!” Sirius defends himself, his hands making a barrier between his face and the food you are currently throwing at him.

“Merlin! I cannot even tell you the pity I take on your future partner, the one that will. have to. share a bloody. bed. with you!” you groan, throwing small pieces of toast at him between every word.

Across from you, sitting beside James and Peter, because obviously he wouldn’t want to be the one getting thrown food at, Remus is resting his chin on his palm, sighing heavily.

James, being the dummy he usually is, leans closer to Remus, side-eyeing you and Sirius. “Why does she like talking badly about herself?”

Your eyes widen slightly and Sirius chuckles at his friend’s remark. You nudge his leg from under the table. “Why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny? Because let me tell you, Black. If my destiny is so unfortunate that I’ll end up marrying you, make sure your life will be pure hell- Worse than your own mother.”

Despite your harsh tone, the corners of your lips threaten to tilt upwards, but Sirius rolls his eyes with a small smile, the situation playing in his mind like an entire romance movie. “I don’t mind” he mumbles more to himself, but you manage to hear him. And even so, you decide to stay quiet, a smile pulling at your lips once again.

James and Remus both share a look, even Peter, who is usually oblivious to everything.

***

“How did he get an O and I got an E!” you whine desperately, tugging at Remus’ sleeve in an attempt to gain his attention, but he only rolls his eyes, ignoring you and the smirking Sirius on the other side of him. “He didn’t even study!”

“I’m naturally smart, Y/n/n” he answers cheekily, sticking his tongue out when you do.

James decides he’s had enough, and soon after, his eyes lit up — an idea. “Hey Y/n/n. You should probably let Pads tutor you. Since, uh, you know, he is better than you in Herbology.”

At his words, your eyes widen and you turn to glare at James, his hands up in defence. “He is not better... But fine! I’ll let him tutor me just so you can see that I’m right, and it won’t change my grade at all.”

***

Later on in the day, you find yourself sat across from Sirius in the common room, in a more private corner. On the table, he has several Herbology books that he’s gathered from the library before said exam.

He seems really passionate about what he’s talking about, teaching you about plants and how gentle you have to be with them, no matter how unusual and aggressive some of them are.

“The flutterby bush, for example. You have to care for it every single day, otherwise it will die. And also, its leaves are very fragile so you might want to be extra careful with it...” he explains, pointing at the aforementioned plant in one of the books before you. “I would’ve gotten one to show you better, but it cannot ever be moved from its initial spot. Otherwise it can become very violent.”

You hum, watching him as your chin rests on the palm of your hand, your eyes glinting unusually. “You know a lot about plants” you say rather dreamily. You’ve never known that Sirius Black would have a hobby, something he actually cared for and knew lots about. But now that it is happening, it feels strange, a warm feeling going through your body.

Sirius chuckles, and you swear you can see blush creep into his cheeks. “Yeah I- I like plants.. Believe it or not, I lied when I said that I didn’t study for the exam.”

Your eyes widen mockingly, and Sirius nudges your leg when you say, “I would’ve never known! Why would you lie about that!”

Your small, cosy corner turns into your safe place in a matter of seconds. The way you can joke, so relaxed, with Sirius. You’ve judged him wrong. Maybe you seeing him as your inferior was not the best way to treat someone you have never even tried to actually get to know.

After a moment or two of Sirius staring at you adoringly, too lost in your smile and blushy cheeks, he speaks up “Um, I- I suppose that is all you need to know.”

He says, and you think he is about to leave, but he doesn’t. He keeps staring at you, picking at his nails as he looks into your eyes.

“Uh- yeah” you say, dipping your chin in a small nod, still reluctant to leave, so you decide not to be the one who leaves first. You sort of hope that he doesn’t, either.

Your heart grows warm when he actually does not get up to leave, but instead, he moves closer to you, sitting next to you. “I’ve got to admit something” he says urgently, and you hum, causing him to continue. “I’ve had a butterbeer or two before coming here. You may think ‘Ew, Sirius, that’s so gross’” he imitates your voice at the last part, in a high-pitched tone, and you laugh loudly, receiving a wide grin from Sirius. He knows that normally, you would’ve scolded him for making fun of you. “I actually did it because...- We never spend time alone and I figured that this would be the only decent moment to confess this.”

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t. Instead, he gulps, licking his now abnormally dry lips, mainly from the anxiety. “Siri?” you ask softly, your hand on his knee, rubbing it lovingly.

“Y-Yeah?” his cheeks turn a bright pink. You’ve never called him that before, not even Sirius, to be honest. Usually, you’d much rather call him ‘idiot’ or ‘dimwit’, but now, something makes you open your heart to him. Maybe this version of him isn’t as bad as the one you’ve imagined and dealt with.

“Oh! Sorry...” he mumbles, placing his hand over yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I um- You- I’m attracted to you, Y/n/n. I’ve no idea if that is due to your stupid jokes or the way you always have to be right about everything but- I like you” his brows furrow as if saying these things out loud make him realise, for the first time ever, how helplessly weak in the knees he is for you.

When Sirius’ eyes find yours, he finds a very much shocked Y/n, eyes wide and mouth agape. That’s it, the end of your ‘friendship’, you’ll probably never want to speak to him again—

“Y/n-” “Shut up” you say rather sternly, your hands cupping his hands and smashing your lips into his. You hear Sirius sigh contently mid-kiss, his lips pressing back into yours.

His hands find your waist and yours find his hair, both desperately groping each other, the common room growing hot all of a sudden.

“Wait-” you say breathlessly as you pull away, licking your lips as you attemt to catch your breath. His eyebrows furrow and you give him a small smile, “What if any of the prefects come in here? They can find us and we’ll be in big trouble.”

Sirius’ face softens and a soft smile graces his swollen lips, his grey eyes gazing into yours intensely. “S’that what you’re worried about, sweetness?” your face flushes at the nickname, and Sirius groans when he feels you press your burning face against his neck, hiding from him. “I would do a year’s worth of detention just for five minutes of eating you out.”

“S-Siri-” you stutter when his hands move to pull your underwear to the side, his usually cold fingers rubbing into your sopping folds. “Please” you cry quietly, holding onto his shoulders.

He hums, his fingers finding your entrance and slowly pushing them inside of you, and they slip easily due to your wetness. “I’ve made you a mess, baby?” he teases, but you nod nonetheless, head on his shoulder as you watch his hands work on your cunt, with teary eyes.

“Messy,” your bottom lip wobbles, hating being messy when you feel so vulnerable.

“Yeah, baby” he pumps his fingers forcefully, causing you to jolt from time to time, your cunt way too sensitive from his slow but hard thrusts. “Your cunt’s so messy, my love. All swollen, with your juices dripping onto my trousers.”

One of his fingers inches up to rub at your clit, your hole clenching around his fingers as he does so. “I-It’s so good, Siri” you whimper into his neck, leaving little wet kisses all over his scented skin. “I- Gonna cum soon..” your breathing gets heavier with every pump of his fingers, tears rolling down your cheeks like waterfalls as you try to hold back from cumming yet.

Sirius smirks against your cheek, solely focusing on making you cum before he does, even though you’ve not touched him yet. “Gotta hurry up, yeah? Cum f’me so I can cum for you, puppy. You wanna get my cum?” he taunts, desperate himself, and you nod desperately, panting and writhing on top of him as he keeps your legs secured around his waist.

“C-Cum... Cum now, Siri..” you tell him alarmedly, barely even breathing as you clench around his fingers, moving up and down on them, at the same time as his thrusts, helping you ride out your orgasm.

“Siri!” you yelp as you finally come down from your high, but Sirius keeps thrusting into you, reluctantly pulling his fingers out only to wrap his lips around them, moaning at your taste. “That’s yucky! You can’t-”

“I can’t?” he challenges, an eyebrow raised in question. You gulp slightly, chewing on your bottom lip, “I- Yes you can I’m so sorry-”

He chuckles and you stop talking, looking at him with wide eyes, “S’alright, dovie. I was just teasing.”

Your face softens and you lean back into his warmth, wrapping your arms around his torso as his holds your waist. You hesitate to ask him something you’ve been dying to, but the words leave your mouth before your mind can process it, “Can you please fuck me now?”

Your question is so obscene but you say it so innocently, that it makes his pants tighten around his cock, his pants forming a barrier between his painfully hard cock and your cunt.

“Yeah? You still want that?” he tries to tease you but you can hear the excitement bubbling in his stomach, and his wide grin that gives it away.

“Mhm. Yes, Siri, please. Please give me your cock” you beg pathetically, finally pulling away from him so he is able to see your puppy eyes and pouty lips.

You shudder as Sirius moves violently, trying and pulling on his zipper, one of his hands still holding your thigh so you can’t fall from his lap. “Fucking hell” he murmurs when he finally pushes it all the way down, his cock springing free, touching up to your belly.

“S’so pretty.. your cock” you murmur dreamily and your pointer finger traces the tip gently, leaving him to shudder after every little touch.

“You just have to- put it inside now” his voice is strained, his cock red as your fingers dance across it gently, the little touches making goosebumps arise.

You hum, your hole clenching around positively nothing as you move up on your knees, the tip of Sirius’ cock brushing against your clit. “Oh-” you whimper at the delicious friction, Sirius trying desperately to keep himself from thrusting up into you at once.

“Put it in, or are you that dumb you can’t even do that?” his words are harsh and they bring tears to your eyes, your chin wobbling as you lower yourself down onto his cock, it stretching you out and leaving you gasping as your heart pounds against your ribcage.

Sirius’ mouth falls open as loud moans escape from it, his painted nails digging into your hips as he grounds you, keeping his cock as deep inside of you as it can get. “Fuck, puppy” he moans loudly as he keeps you pressed against his balls, thrusting hard into you, only trying to get much deeper than he already is.

“Siri,” you whine helplessly, overwhelmed with the pleasure he is giving you as your hands grip his biceps.

His balls slap against your hole continuously and you cannot help but clench around him ever since you’ve lowered yourself on his cock. It feels like such a bliss, that you cannot say much, your moans and whines and whimpers being the only sounds you can make.

Sirius refuses to pull out just a bit before he can push in again, and instead, he keeps forcing himself inside of you, your walls fluttering against his rock-hard cock.

His cold fingertips are on your breasts, kneading softly, as he gazes lovingly up at you, his low moans mixing with your desperate gasps, and he feels like he can stay like this forever.

“I like this” you whimper when you feel his hands pulling on your sensitive buds, and squeezing them between his skilled fingers. Sirius’ smirk grows wider, and he feels himself nearing his own end when your hand reaches behind you, softly cradling his balls, soft fingertips grazing his sensitive area.

He can hear your breathing picking up, and his does as well.

“Will you come for me, dolly?” he asks and you nod, eyes teary as he hits just the right spot. “Hey, hey. That’s alright, sweetness. You can cum, I’ve got you.”

Then, with a promise and a few sweet words from the one and only, you tighten around Sirius’ shaft as he keeps thrusting into you at a mind-blowing pace. Sirius pulls you down against his chest rather roughly, his hands wrapping tightly around your back. He reconnects his lips with yours, and he hungrily devours the obscene yet most angelic sounds you’re making.

Before he can feel you relax against him, Sirius spills his cum into you with a loud moan, throwing his head back as your lips find his neck, kissing and sucking and licking every little part of the exposed skin. He keeps thrusting into you a few more times after that, his legs weak, so you decide to help him out and bounce on his cock yourself, feeling another orgasm build up already.

Sirius chuckles breathlessly as he looks back up at you, a wide smile gracing his lips. “Such a good girl, baby. Keep doing that, come on.”

You beam at the praise, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on Sirius’ cheek, that positively warms his heart.

***

“Are you leaving me?” you ask anxiously as your head snaps up from the pillow, your head turning towards Sirius who is standing, a soft smile on his face.

“No- No, sweetheart. I brought you my shirt... I would’ve brought clothes from your dorm but- You wouldn’t have seemed too fond of that either” he chuckles as he reveals your naked form from underneath the covers, helping you put it on before he sets you back on the bed, covering you once again.

After dressing himself as well, Sirius gets down under the covers with you, his chest pressing against your back as his arm wraps around your body from behind.

“Get some rest, honey.”

“But I just wanna talk about this—”

“And we will, yeah? Tomorrow” he assures with a kiss to your shoulder, nosing at your skin. “We’ll have a nice — maybe romantic — date by the lake, just the two of us. And then we can talk how much you want us to.”

Your heart starts beating rapidly when he mentions the word ‘date’. The Sirius Black wants to take you out on a date.

As if reading your thoughts, but really feeling your heartbeat against his hand, Sirius smirks against your shoulder. “Goodnight, doll.”

#nsfw.jd #sirius black smut #sirius black fluff #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black imagine #harry potter smut #harry potter x reader #marauders smut #marauders x reader

[lvrcpid]

DEPENDABLE - adventures with tuk!..gone wrong

cw // blood?? tuk crying cause she hurt her sister :(

the sun rose upon the horizon bringing in a new day. ney’ite rolled over on side to find her younger sister, tuk , wide eyed and looking at her sister with wonder in her eyes. today was the day ney’ite promised to take tuk on another adventure, this time, further into the forest. “tuk..go back to sleep, i told you later hm?” ney’ite pushed herself up and laid her little sister back down, getting up and grabbing her bow and arrow, it was her turn to hunt AGAIN. ney’ite rolled her eyes before walking out into the bright sunlight, her yellow orbs glistening in the light. with a sigh ney’ite made her way down to the sea, successfully avoiding the sharp branches of the trees and bushes. 

“ite think fast!” neteyam threw an orange at his sister, frowning and letting out a quick “awh man!” when she caught it. “teyam, you do this every morning. got anymore tricks up your sleeve?” she flashed a grin before finishing up her breakfast, tuk waiting behind her like an excited puppy. “going somewhere?” a deep voice called from beside her. it was dad. “oh hey dad, i’m taking tuk out to teach her how to shoot a bow.” jake raised an eyebrow before shaking his head “absolutely not” ney’ite felt a pang of dissatisfaction. he always said no when it came to tuk. “daddy pleaseeeeeeee i promise i’ll be good right ite!?” tuk turned around to face her sister who gave a quick nod. “we will be fine. swear to eywa” ney’ite smiled at her father. with a sigh jake shooed them off “be safe. i’ll be there to come and get you all if you’re not back by eclipse.” tuk grabbed her sisters hand and pulled her outside, beginning their journey.

“ney’! do you think i’m gonna hit a fish my first try?” tuk said, holding her sisters hand tightly. “i’m not sure tuk, if you do i’ll do something special for you” ney’ite smiled and pointed to a pond. “there’s fish there, wanna go try ?” tuk eagerly took the bow and arrow from her sister and got into the position she was taught. tuk had just pulled the bow back when she heard a twig snap. just then tuk stood up straight and let go of the bow by accident, the bow bouncing from the tree and landing in another target, ney’ites shoulder. “fuck!” ney’ite let out, stumbling away from tuk , gripping onto her bleeding shoulder, it was lodged in there and hurt like hell. “ite im sorry!!” tuk yelled, the 8 year old immediately busting into tears. ney’ite felt herself getting dizzy but quickly stumbled over to her sister . “hey h-hey it’s okay it was an accident okay? i’m not mad.” she comforted the little girl before grabbing the bows and her arrow and most importantly, tuks hand.  

the pair lugged back to their home before lo’ak let out an “oh shit! i’ll go get mom and dad!” he ran past the pair while ney’ite turned to her little sister “tuk turn around” she turned the little girl around before pulling the bow out, slowly and agonizingly. ney’ite let out a blood curdling scream before tossing the bow on the ground. tuks crying only got louder as their parents burst into their home. neytiri shouting for kiri as jake quickly rushed over to his eldest while lo’ak grabbed tuk, attempting to comfort her. “hey dad..” ney’ite let out a tired laugh “at least it wasn’t tuk right?” she said before passing out. 

ney’ite shot up in a cold sweat and quickly hissed before looking at her shoulder. kiri must’ve patched her up. bless her heart. “you’re awake!” tuk jumped on her sister and hugged her. “i’m sooooo so soooo sorry” tuk nuzzled her sister before smiling up at her “oh tuk it’s okay, i’m not mad” ney’ite smiled before seeing her mom walk over to her. “hi ma” “ney’ite..how are you feeling?” she got down to her level and felt her forehead “im okay ma, just glad to be alive-“ “yeah cause if you would’ve died i would’ve brought you back to kill you again!” kiri came into view with a smile on her face “ahh im so scared” the family let out a big laugh and thanked eywa that ney’ite was safe and well. 

#avatar #avatar x reader #tuk avatar #avatar x older sister!reader #thisissocute #tuk best little sister ever #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader #neteyam x reader #loak x reader #kiri x reader #awotw

[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas barrow x deaf!reader - we’re both different

Hey, is it possible to request a Thomas Barrow x deaf!reader where the reader is also a servant and Thomas is the only one who bothered to get to know her and communicate with her? Thank you. - Anon💜

A/N: italics will be sign language

Sitting at the table, you looked at the book in front of you as you ignored the dinner in front of you, completely unaware of everything else going on around you.

“Put down your book and finish eating before it’s too late.” Mrs Patmore said.

Thomas glanced up from his own plate, and he watched as everybody looked at you.

Your book was taken from you and you looked around confused, brows furrowed and Daisy pointed to your plate.

You looked at Thomas.

Why did she take my book?

He gestured to your plate and you nodded, picking up your knife and fork.

“Give me the book Daisy.”

“Of course.”

She beamed brightly as she brought it over and he snatched it back from her, just like she had done to you.

You hadn’t done anything to deserve the way they treated you, and now they were teaching Daisy and any other new servant that joins to do the same thing to you.

Thomas didn’t agree with it, just because you were different to them.

He was different to them.

You ate your dinner, watching as your plate was taken away from you and he watched as everybody else left.

Walking over, he sat next to you, handing you your hook back and you grinned brightly at him in thanks as you opened it again.

After a few minutes you felt a tap on your arm, and you turned around to face him.

Put the book down for a moment.

You nodded your head, turning your attention fully to him.

Do you understand why they do what they are doing to you?

Because I’m different. I know.

He sighed, nodding his head.

It’s okay, I’m used to it. Everybody always treats me different.

He leant back in his chair, lighting a cigarette.

Does it bother you?

You shook your head, smiling softly at him.

No. I have you. That’s enough friends for me.

We are not friends.

We are the best of friends.

Thomas rolled his eyes as you, and turned around so he couldn’t see you signing anymore and you smacked his shoulder.

He carried on ignoring you and you walked around him only for him to turn around once more.

Reaching to the table you too his tin and shook it so he knew that you had it.

He spun around and you put it up your sleeve was he wasn’t able to grab it back from you.

Don’t turn your back on me that’s not nice.

He held out his hand, waiting for you to return the tin to him.

No you don’t deserve to smoke. Smoking is bad anyway.

He picked up your book, tucking it into his liveries.

Come in!

He rose a brow in question, and you rolled your eyes, repeating the words a little slower this time.

Sometimes you forgot that Thomas was still just learning how to sign, he knew a bit when you arrived, and over time he picked up more from you.

Give me the tin and I will give you the book.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

Really? You are going to ignore me?

You turned to the side so you could still see him out the corner of your eyes, but you didn’t have to look at what he was saying.

Thomas scoffed a little, shaking his head as he picked up his news paper.

You weren’t exactly quiet when you moved, so when you tried creeping up on him he knew straight away.

You tried to grab the paper and he held it to the side, when you went that way to get it he stood up and held it up in the air so you couldn’t reach it despite how much you jumped for it.

Thomas smirked a little, looking at you as you huffed again and stopped, looking at him.

He held out his hand and you reached into your sleeve, holding out the tin and he set the paper down, taking it.

He took out a cigarette and walked away while you followed him.

When he was outside you hit his arm.

He smirked a little, pretending that he couldn’t see you.

You sat down next to him, knocking your shoulder into his a few times until he did the same thing, making you rub your shoulder where you collided with him.

Thomas tapped the back of your hand and you looked at him.

“You’re so childish.” He said slowly.

You are mean.

He reached into his pocket, handing you your book back.

“I know.”

You grinned brightly and took it.

Thomas rolled his eyes as he watched you run back inside to go carry on reading.

You weren’t a bad person, and he knew that, but in a way he was glad the others couldn’t use sign language like he could.

He could talk to you about things nobody else needed to hear about, and you always kept them to yourself.

You knew about him, who he was and why he was different and you were just happy to have a friend, you couldn’t care less that everybody else would find him revolting.

He knew what it was like to be persecuted for being different, and maybe that’s why he was so protective over you without realising it.

You were young, and it wasn’t your fault you were deaf, it just happened, and you needed somebody to watch over you and that’s what he would do

#Downton abbey #downton abbey x reader #Downton abbey x you #downton abbey imagine #Thomas barrow #Thomas barrow x reader #Thomas barrow x you #Thomas barrow imagine

[thegoodclones18]

Our Sniper

Summery - You are a sniper in the 141 that just came back from weeks of going on missions. You return back to base and get to spend time with your Boyfriend, König . When you saw Ghost again you were happy. Ghost has been keeping an eye on you and begins to get more and more possessive and wants you for himself. But first he had to try and convince you to be his  

Warning: Strong Language, smut, degrading,  18+

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You walk down the base holding some papers in your hand that you have to give to Price. He was the Captain of Special Force 141, as he was also kind of your adoptive father due to his sort of adopting you during a mission just like what he did to Gaz, and mostly a father figure to his squad. You made sure that your face mask was secured on your face before you walked into one of the warehouses. Once you entered inside, you could already hear Price talking to 141 “Once Ghost receives data, Gaz will be there to retrieve Ghost and head back to base with the data on the Russian Military.” He said as he looked over and saw you walking over holding the mission report “Hey kiddo, are those the mission reports from Shepherd?” He asked as 141 was now looking at you. You nod and look around as you gaze at Ghost making you feel nervous but you manage to let your eyes move away from looking at him. 

You nod and hand Price the mission report as he grabs it then begins to quickly look through it as you stand there awkwardly. You look back at Ghost and you can see the height difference between him and Soap who was next to him as you then look back at Price. “Glad to be back?” he asked as you looked at him and nodded and looked around again as you realized Ghost shifted a little as he was holding onto his vest like how Price would do sometimes. You and Ghost just knew each other and didn’t really have feelings for each other as you both were just highly trained soldiers, the only difference was that you were a Marine and he was Army. You had admired him for quite some time as you looked back at him and looked at him and noticed how well-built he was. Ghost was taller than you as he stood 6'3 and you were 5’11. “How’s the arm healing?” asked Soap as you looked at him. You looked at the bandaged arm and slightly forgot you were shot in the right arm from the latest battle by a sniper as there was no major damage “It's been healing well still a pain in the ass, but it's healing.” you said as you glanced at your phone and realized that you were late for training the cadets. “Crap I got to go.” You said as you rolled your eyes in annoyance as you knew you were going to get in trouble with one of the Drill Instructors for being late. Price was still mumbling to himself as he was still reading as you turned to the exit and began to walk away “When you are done get that arm checked out to see if it's infected or not.“Price said as he glanced at you from looking at the files.

ou fixed your hair and quickly folded the sleeves on your uniform as you made sure it was neat and still professional as you knew that if you were any later than 7 minutes you would have to do some report filing that you hated exceedingly. You mumbled some cursed words as you walked into the study room to see cadets in their seats. They sat up straight and looked forward as if someone was teaching them already You sighed as you hoped it was not a Drill Instructor. You walked in and felt relief when you saw König teaching or just talking to them now matter what it was you were glad that you didn't have to hear the Drill Instructors. König was also a good friend even though you guys had your nights where you guys would be Friends with Benefits for a while or do a one-night stand for stress relief. The only people who knew about the relationship were Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. As you sighed with relief you walked over and stood beside him, he was taller than Ghost as he was 6'10 he was the tallest man that you knew so far as you had to look up while talking to him which hurt your neck a little sometimes just to even look up at him.

   The recruits were taking notes and listening well as they were way better than how your classmates were back in High school if you say so yourself. You tapped Konig’s back as he leaned in a little so that you could whisper to König where his ears are under his hood that has a cut out of where his eyes are. “I fucking owe you one for this,” you said as he looked at you and you can see how much you meant that as a Drill Instructor walked by the classroom with some of the other cadets from the different classrooms. You looked at the class as you thought of something and glanced at the shooting field. “Alright, once you have finished your notes head to the shooting fields and get in teams. Today's lesson will be on teamwork and relying on each other as brothers and sisters as you will be doing Capture The Flag.” You said as cadets all said “ Yes Ma’am” and began to line up against the wall and waited for the order to grab their rifle and then marched outside. You stood by König as the other instructor led them out and was making chants as the cadets replied by saying the same thing like a song he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug “I missed you Schatz (darling), “ he said as you smiled under the mask. You looked around the room to see if anyone was around as you signed and pulled down your mask.

         You revealed a scar on your top lip and nose with a longer one on your cheek. The right side of your eyebrow had a scar that could reach your eyelid. You leaned on König and sighed as he placed his hand on the nape of your head and played with your hair. You looked at König exhausted, and you soon smiled  “I've missed you too .” you stated as you hugged him while looking into his blue-grayish eyes. König lifted his hood to show his rugged face with scars on his lips, cheek, ears, and nose. You got on your tippy-toes and kissed him “We both deserve a vacation after all of this shit.” You stated with a grin making König chuckle and grab your waist “I’ll see if I can arrange that.” he said and then got a grip of your ass causing you to yelp a little and blush as you glance at him. He looked like a predator who caught its prey and was ready to devour it. “Or, I can show you how much I missed you while you were gone~.” He said as he kissed your neck. You blush and whimper and then glance over to see that the door is not locked. “K-König, the door.“ you say while trying to shove hi away from your neck. He growls making you feel puddy in his hands as you know he is not moving at all when you feel his lips on your neck but with more pressure.

König picked you up and set you on the desk as he stood between your legs then he continued to kiss your neck. You melt into it and begin to grip his hair and tug on it causing him to growl and nip at the sweet spot on your neck causing you to gasp as you grip his hair more. You felt his hand grip your neck a little as he kissed you harshly and harshly as you felt his erection throbbing on your inner thigh causing you to blush and bite your lip. He moved closer to you as his erection was now touching your crotch, causing you to blush and wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in more. He gets the idea and begins to roll up his sleeves and keeps his hand on your neck "Be a good girl and take off your pants, leave the panties on." he said as you did so while maintaining eye contact.

       As soon as you got your pants off you felt him lifting your chin up by his thumb and index finger as he brushed his gloved thumb across your bottom lip. He gently puts his thumb in your mouth as you taste the leather and gunpowder on the glove as you blush. "Such pretty eyes.." he said then removed his glove and put it on your neck as he kissed you, bit your bottom lip and moved his hand down to your pantie line.

      You closed your legs as you felt yourself getting excited and getting soaked through a little. He moved his hand over the panties as he prys your legs open you whimper and try to close them as he grips them and keeps them separated as he dips his hand down and began to rub your clothed clit slowly as you whimper and got more soaked as your juices showed more on your panties. Your breath hitched and you perked up as you gripped his hand. He made the sound of a portal and smiled as he kissed your neck and continued as you let out soft moans and whimpers. Your hips bucked forward as you gripped his hand more to the point that your nails may leave marks "Please Konig~" you whimpered as he chuckled deeply and looked at you then moved his thumb faster and added more pressure making your back arch and your moans and whimpers slightly louder "Such a lovely sound from your Fotze~" he said as he takes his hand away and then moved your panties to the side to see your dripping cunt as you whimper and blush. He chuckles and looks at it for a few more minutes "So wet just by me using my fingers" he says as you whimper and blush as if you weren't able to form words at all. He then looked at you and had hunger in his eyes "You think you can take two of my fingers?" he said as he put his ring and middle finger to your folds you felt how big they were as you whimpered and nodded. He kisses you as he inserts his two fingers you gasp and hold onto his hand "It's ok, I know my fingers are big for you." he says in a soft tone as he was knuckles deep as he gave you a second to adjust as you whimper and squirm around to get adjusted. 

   After a few minutes, you nod and looked at Konig as he began to move his fingers in and out you began to moan softly and gripped the desk "That's it, look at how well your cunt is taking my fingers in.." he moved his fingers in as you bit your lip "and out" he moved his fingers out. He kept a steady pace not wanting to hurt you as he moved your knees up a little so that he could feel you tighten up and your little whimpers and gasps. "Can I go faster darling?" he said as he began to rub your clit again, making you arch your back and nod profusely. He smiles and moves his hand faster as the room was filled with a wet sound and soft moaning from you as you felt his fingers brush against your G-spot making you grip the desk more to the point that your knuckled were turning white "Aww, my pretty girls cunt singing for me" he said as he chuckled and made sure to rub your clit more making you moan more loudly as your legs twitch. Your walls tightened around his fingers as you felt a pit in your stomach "That right got close for me. Get close for your König '' he growled and moved his hand faster as you whimpered and your legs twitched and moved around as you felt so much pleasure. You felt like you were going to break as you felt him grip your jaw making you look at him with hooded eyes "Eyes on me" he demanded as you felt that build-up burst and your legs shook as you came on his fingers as you grip his arm.

Your legs shook as you were going through the aftershock as Konig removed his fingers and licked them clean as your legs went limp as you were catching your breath. He puts your panties back over and then sat you up and put your pants on as you were still whimpering. “You are such a good girl.”  He picked you up and helped you put your jacket on and pants, as if you were just a blushing,panting mess. He saw how your neck was covered in hickeys and bite marks and smiled to himself loving how they looked at you as your legs were shaking.

      As soon as you both cleaned up, you both left the room not knowing that Ghost was nearby. He heard everything as he was holding some documents. His gaze landed on you as he glared at König as he walked by as König glared back at him. You made your way to the training field to watch the cadets training. You pull out a cigarette, place it on your lips and light it as you take a drag. You listened to the sound of guns going off and some of the cadets screaming orders and demands. You smiled as you began to think of whether you should join or not just for the hell of it. You blew smoke in the air as you leaned on the railing and watched the kids running or hiding as you were lost in thought.  You glimpsed over to notice  Ghost next to you watching as well you were used to him sneaking up on you not making a sound. “They still need work.” He stated as you could sense that something was off. You witnessed him looking at you as your heart raced a little “Was he good?” He asked in a stern voice that sent shivers down your spine. You blush under the mask as your eyes widen a little “ Ghost, what are you talking about .” you say as you back up a little when his whole body faces you towering over you.

       "I heard everything you slut." he growls as you flinched a little as you have never heard him utter that word "Turn around and hands on the wall." he said as your eyes widen "Why would I do that, were in public?" you said as he walked closer to you untill your back is pressed agenst the wall "Are you questioning my authority?" he asjed as he tilted his head to the side as you shook your head "No....no sir.." you said as you looked down and heard his boots approching you and stopped infrount of you. Hy grips your jaw and makes him look up at you look up at him "Then turn the fuck around and put your fucking hands on the wall." he said through his teeth.

       You gave in and turned around and placed your hands on the wall as you didn’t want to piss him off more. Ghost examined you and noticed how your legs were shaking “So you like the risk of pople walking in on you.” He stated and grabbed a bottle of lube “ No sir..” You said as you blushed  making you blush and become wet as the situation you were in was turning you on. Ghost grabbed your cargo pants and pulled them down as you gasp when you felt the cold air hitting your panties were still wet but you had your juices going down your thigh a little“Shit…” he said as he saw the juices going down you thigh and growled a little as he was getting a erection from the sight before him. He grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged on it making your back press agenst him and you felt his throbbing erection on you just like konig bit it was thicker and bigger, making you gasp and whimper a little as you were rubbing your thighs together. “So when you were getting your pussy fingered you didn't care to check if the door was locked.” he said as he began to trace his gloved hand up and down your wet slit as you archeyour back and you whimpered slightly.  He pulled your waist to his hips "I bet you wished it was me fingering you out, like a real soldier." he growled as he rubbed your clit making your back arch into his hand more. Ghost picked you up and took you to a more private area as he held your legs in one arm then he placed his back to the wall and with his other hand pulled his zipper down. “You need a real man to fuck you, someone who can fuck you hard until you can’t remember your name while their cock is thrusting deep in that pussy.” he growled as he grabbed your arm ans sat you down with him with you on his lap.

        Ghost grabbed a rag from his pocket and tied it around your mouth as you gaged a little and you felt your baklava in your mouth causing him to chuckle.  “Can't let the whore be too loud now can we” he stated as he moved his gaze to your panties. He then pulled them to the side to see that it was still leaking with your own arousal. 

 “Fuck you soaked just by me talking~.” He said as he chuckled and used two fingers and collected some of your juices and chuckled “Who knew a slut like you would want to go again.... but then again.. .” He said as he took out his pocket knife making your eyes widen and shook your head as he got closer to your cunt with it "I'm gonna show you how a real man fucks his girl." he said then cuts your panties off making you calm down a little as you thought he was going to cut you.

  When you looked back at him he was lazily stroking himself as he looks at your cunt. You looked at his cock to see that it was thicker than Konigs and had an Adams ladder as you were wondering how he got those without feeling any pain. Then again.....this is Ghost that we're talking about. You napped out of the daydream when you felt his fingers collide with some of your arousal and cote his cock with it as he growls in pleasure.

   You whimpered and looked nervous because you didn't know if it would fit or not. He sees your reaction and rolls his eyes then gets a condom out "I may be risky but I'm not that risky." he stated as he puts it on his cock you blush and felt him grab your things and puts them on either side of his as your cunt was now dripping with anticipation. He pressed the tip to your entrance as you whimpered and rested your head on his shoulders.

    He slides in as you whimper in pain as you begin to feel stretched out completely. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure as your back arched and you gripped his thighs.

            You tapped his arm to let him know that you were ready for him to move. "Fuck'n finally." he groans and slams his deeper in you as you muffled screamed and moaned. His thrusts were rough and deep you had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt too much pleasure. “Fuck, you're better than any cheap whore that I've fucked. “ he grunted and gripped your hair and pressed your head on his soldiers as he looked at your face as you were moaning unconditionally. “Fuck you look like your fucking enjoying me stuffing my cock in your wet *thrust* tight * thrust* cunt” He said as you were nodding. He smiled under his skull mask and began to rub your clit as your back arched and you tightened around him causing him to groan. You felt him get faster and more rougher as he was close as you felt his cock twitch in you. 

   "You gonna cum slut Hm?" he said as he lightly slaps your face as you were moaning and nodded. Tears pricked from your eyes as he rubbed faster "Does the fucking slut want to cum on my cock?" he said as he went faster and was beginning to pant you nod again and gripped his thighs again "Then.." he said and his thrust went fatter as your legs were amazing "Fucking do it, cum on this cock" he growled as you moaned and felt your second orgasm about to break through "Fucking do it now you fucking slut" he said as he helf your throat as the bubble burst and you came over his cock causing him to groan as he came in the condom.

He pulls out of you and you saw his cum in the condom as he catches his breath. He gets his knife out and cuts the rag out of your mouth as when it fell you were panting and whimpering. He kisses your head and rubs your back “You did so well for me pretty girl“ he said as he was getting off of his own high "Let me just clean you up." he said and grabbed the rag and got his cantine our and poured water on the rag and began to clean the cum off of you while praising you "You look so pretty like this" he said as he knew your mind was blank and put your pants on for you. 

   After some time you two put your clothes back on as Ghost threw the condom away and looked at you then walked over to you and pulled your baklava down to hide the hand marks that he caused. He examined your face and cupped your cheek as you lean into it as he chuckled and ruffled your hair. You two went your separate wayes as you went back to the classroom as the cadets were matching back. Ghost went back to the base to do whatever Price needed him to do. You walked past Konig and smiled as he winked at you while he was listening to somebody talking about their report to him.

Ghost was outside smoking he had his eyes closed as he could still see how you felt against him and how you looked at him. He was snapped out of it when he heard someone speaking to him “How is going Simon?” asked Soap as he was getting some fresh air. Ghost was mad that he interrupted his thoughts about you and sighed as he exhaled smoke “I'm fine Jonny” he said as he looked at Soap as he leaned on the wall and looked out to see the sky getting darker.  Soap sighed and then looked at Ghost "You should get some rest Jonny." said Ghost as he looked at the stars that began to appear. "You're going to bed Simon." said Soap as he got off the wall "I will when I'm done with my cigarette," he said roughly as Soap patted his arm and then walked into the barracks.

When Ghost walked back into the barracks, he walked into his private quarters when he put his hand on the door handle a voice spoke out  "Lieutenant Ghost." said the voice as he glanced over to see Konig walking over  Ghost sighed and looked at Konig "Yes Konig?" he said as Konig cleared his throat and handed him some filed "All of the previous reports have been finished ." he said as he grabbed them and looked at them "Good work, I'll have a look at this tomorrow morning." he said as he enters his private quarters and closed the door then sets the files on his dresser and took his mask off and set it on his bedside table then sat down and laid on his back as he closed his eyes.

   He can't help but still see you in his vision Your eyes, your hair, your touch he craved it. He felt a pit of jealousy in his stomach of jealousy as he knew that you weren't his at all and were Konig but damn did he love today when he got a taste of what Konig gets daily. He wanted more of you no. He NEEDED more of you badly.

#ghost cod #ghost x reader #könig smut #könig x you #simon riley x reader #konig cod #call of duty konig #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #konig mw2 #call of duty fanfic