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cassieb1617 · 2 years

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A snake in disguise💌

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Gryffindor!reader

Angst/comfort

Summary: you and Fred broke up when he left Hogwarts and something happened between you and Draco, but love always finds its way.

Angst/comfort

Warnings: swear words, name calling, mentions of sex but no actual smut, out if character Ginny, let me know if you see more

A/N: Requested by @lovenonymously I hope you like it, I changed a few things. I’m sorry that it took so long

It was something she terribly regretted. Fred and (Y/n) broke up just before Fred and George left the school, it was understandably why and both made the decision together as they wouldn’t see each other for awhile. For weeks after she grieved upon it, yes, she was okay with it but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hurt.

When Umbridge has finally gone to god knows where, every house celebrated. Theo and Draco invited the Gryffindor to the Slytherin party in their common room, and to be honest drinking was something she would enjoy after the terrible year she just had. The golden trio wasn’t very fond of her friendship with the slytherins but what could they do? They weren’t her father.

The music was loud when she arrived in the Slytherin common room. Cups of drinks - empty and full ones - were found everywhere and in some corners you could see horny teenagers practically sucking their faces off. (Y/n) was immediatly found by the Slytherin trio - Blaise, Theo and Draco - and greeted with a drink at the entrance. “How are you?” It was Blaise who asked that. She just nodded, meaning it as on okay. He understood.

“Come drink with me!” A drunk Theo shouted at the girl that was standing in front of him and dragged her with him, one hand of her in his and with an drink that was definitely not water in his other hand the journey began.

After many drinks later Blaise decided for Theo to leave the party before something terrible happened. It was a good choice considering about thirty minutes Blaise came back in new clothes because, apparently, Theo decided to empty his stomach on him. It wasn’t nice to hear that. By now, a certain redheaded girl was at the party and staring at the (y/h/c)-haired who was dancing to a certain platinum blonde boy.

She was fuming, how dare you leaving Fred and then just dancing so close to ‘that Malfoy git’ while he was probably working and heartbroken. Fred and (Y/n) have decided that it was for the best if they just keep the details to themselves and say they broke up, though, it seems Ginny doesn’t know that the break-up has gone both ways. You can’t blame her, she was always protective of her family.

The last snap was when Draco and you had decided to go up to his room. Unbeknownst to Ginny, it was because while you danced, someone has spilled their drink on you and you had to change, draco saying he would give you one of his shirts to pull over which you agreed on. She followed you both up the stairs to Draco’s prefect bedroom and what she saw made her fuming even more.

You were laughing together and when you stumbled he caught you. All of a sudden you were kissing, neither knowing who began but you felt terrible so you stopped. But Ginny has seen enough and left before she could hear you saying, “Draco we can’t - I can’t-“ while Draco was rumbling, “Oh my god- I’m sorry - I shouldn’t-“

You both stopped talking and it was awkward for a while. Draco was the one who broke the uncomfortable silence, “I’m sorry I didn’t know why I kissed you.”

“We drunk, Draco, and we both don’t have partners. We shouldn’t talk about it and leave it. I mean it didn’t mean anything, right?” He looked relieved at your respond and gave you a small nod and soft smile.

After that the party ended pretty quickly and (Y/n) stumbled tipsy in her common room, only to find the golden trio and Ginny sitting on a couch glaring at her.

“What’s going on?” The (y/e/c)-eyed asked slowly, noticing the glares she received. “Really? Malfoy out of all people (y/n)?” Hermione asked, disbelieving what Ginny just told them. “What do you mean ‘Malfoy’? What’s going on?” You tried again.

“What’s going on? I tell you what’s going on. I saw you and Malfoy snogging in his room and you guys probably fucked too. I didn’t know that you were such a whore, leaving Fred and breaking his heart to snog other people!” Ginny shouted. “I - What? We didn’t ‘snog’ it was a kiss that we both regretted and we didn’t fuck either. Besides you don’t know why Fred and I broke up so why are you even having a word at this?” This time it was you who had a tone of disbelief in her voice.

“Come on Ron, I don’t want to be in the same room as her anymore.” And with that Ginny and Ron left, but not without giving you a dirty look. “So it’s true? You and Malfoy kissed?” Harry asked. He wasn’t angry, he just didn’t understand why you would kiss him. “Yes. Someone’s drink has been spilled on me while we danced and Draco said I could have one of his shirts to dress into, we were going up to his room to get it when it happened but I swear to you that I didn’t want it and neither did he. It was just out of the moment and we both laughed about it later I swear, Harry, Hermione!” You defended yourself. “You don’t have to defend yourself (y/n/n), we just wanted to make sure you weren’t a thing now.” And with that the rest of the trio left the common room as well and you decided to go to your dorm too.

The school year continued like this. Ginny, whenever she saw you, called you out by names, sometimes even saying that you were ‘a snake in disguise’ , Ron ignoring you and Hermione and Harry being friendly but distant. In the meantime you got closer with Seamus, Dean and Neville, three absolute sweethearts. In summer, the order meetings were awkward to say the least. The only ones from the Weasley family that were talking to you were Bill, Charlie and sometimes George. He knew why you both broke up and he also knew about the kiss, Fred was ignoring your whole presence.

After Bill’s wedding you got into hiding, you were paired with the twins. It was uncomfortable to be honest. Fred and you couldn’t talk to each other and George had to suffer through the awkward moments.

Currently Fred and you were alone at the breakfast table after George finally had enough and told you two, loudly may I add, to ‘suck it up and talk it out like two adults before he’ll kick your arses.’

“Fred I -“ “I’m sorry - “ you both stumbled over your words. “You go first.” You concluded. “I’m sorry for breaking up with you but I’m happy for you both. You and Malfoy I mean.” He said, swalloing harshly. “I’m - wait what? Malfoy and I? What do you mean?” You asked. “Ginny told me you two were a thing now and eh I wanted to tell you that I want you to be happy.”

You laughed upon hearing that. “I’m sorry but what did she tell you? Draco and I are just friends, although our parents wanted us to marry when we were little and had tea parties. Do you really believe that I would stay here and hide if I could just go to Malfoy manor and stay there with Draco?” You were still giggling. “What? You aren’t together? Ginny told me you two kissed and - ohh yeah okay I get it. I’m sorry.” He apologised.

“Stop apologising Freddie, you didn’t do anything. I’m sorry as well that you think that.” You scolded him, not noticing that you used the nickname. It was quiet for a while before fred murmured something. “Sorry?”

“I said I’m still in love with you. I tried moving on but I always tried to find you in others and gave up. George told me I was a lovesick fool and maybe I am but I wanted you to know.” He saud softly. “Oh Fred you don’t know how happy I am to hear that. I - I still love you too, I thought you hate me because you were ignoring me and so did almost everyone else and thought of me the same way Ginny does.” You confessed.

“What do you mean ‘think the same way Ginny does’? What happened?” Fred was suddenly so serious. “Oh nothing, she just didn’t like it very much that Draco and I had a moment. Which we, by the way, both regret. She told me I was a whore and well, I just assumed that’s what you think too.” You avoided eye contact. It seemed like Fred didn’t know. “She did what? I didn’t even know that she knows that word. I’m sorry for Ginny. You’re not a whore and you were single after all. You can do whatever you do.” He had a soft tone in his voice.

“It’s okay, Fred, really. You didn’t do anything wrong.” You repeated your words. “You know, now that we know what happened and all, I think, if that’s okay with you, why don’t we start over? Slowly, I mean.” Fred was shy. Never in a million times have you thought that you would see Fred this shy. “I’d like that, Freddie.” You agreed, smiling softly.

“FUCKING FINALLY!” George screamed coming from the other room. “I’ve waited so long, guys, you don’t have an idea.” He cheered.

#hogwarts #harry potter #fred weasley x reader #angst #fred weasley x y/n #hurt/comfort #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #fred and goerge weasley #fred weasley comfort #female reader #fred weasley angst #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #fred weasley x female reader

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french-obeyme-twistedwonderland · 3 years

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ENG Beelzebub x Reader Fem

No lemon/nsfw

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- Sorry," Beelzebub asks as he gulps down his food.

- I asked you if you wanted to come with me to the Hell Kitchen, I repeat.

- Of course," smiles the redhead. When are we doing this?

- Well... Tonight?

- Okay, I'll meet you after practice.

Waving to me, Beel leaves for the Fangol field. Catching my breath, I try to calm my racing heart. I turn around and see the three school gossips watching me: Asmodeus, Mammon and Levi. A little disappointed by their behaviour, I move my hand to inform them that they can come. It is Asmodeus who launches into an avalanche of questions while creating scenarios for himself. The white demon then follows him by asking me what I can like in Beel, valorizing himself afterwards. When Levi's turn comes, he starts to give me a lot of shojo names, each one as long as the other. When my brain starts to saturate, I order these demons to stay still and shut up using the power of the pact. This was quite effective. Once calmed down, I sigh a little as I simply explain to them that I am doing this in friendship. Of course, the damn lie doesn't work. Are my feelings that obvious? It's Asmodeus' smirk that confirms to me that no lie will work.

- Come on Y/N," coos Asmo, "don't lie. You never do, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. After all, I'm an expert on the subject.

- I don't think you're a reference," Levi grumbles. On the other hand, with the many anime I've watched...

- Anime doesn't reflect reality!

- You're skipping steps on your own, Asmo," says Mammon.

Angered, Asmo starts hitting his elder brother. On my side, I can't help laughing. For the moment, I take the opportunity to escape but Satan gently blocks my way. His smirk tells me that he wants more than anything to know what his brothers want to understand. My brain starts to imagine many possibilities to get me out of this shit. In a fit of desperation, I announce that I will invite Beelzebub to dinner at the restaurant. Satisfied with my answer, the blond then smiles at me before opening his mouth.

- You know, Y/N, that Beelzebub eats a lot?

- Yes... and I thought inviting him to a restaurant would make him happy.

- It would, but how do you plan to pay for it?

As I was about to reply, I remembered the colour of my bank account and the last bill from Beel's restaurant. I lowered my head in disappointment. Satan doesn't hesitate to laugh at me while I wonder about a possible solution. Then I have the idea of the century: Lucifer's bank card. Looking at Satan, I ask him to help me get his brother's bank card with the code. In exchange, he can use it after the restaurant. This idea arouses his curiosity, however, Lucifer's ears have heard everything as he approaches us.

- What kind of plan do you two have," asks Lucifer, smiling.

- Nothing, let's just say Satan and I have a heart-to-heart.

- Really?

- They want to take your bank card," says Asmo. That will teach you not to tell me anything!

- I swear, Asmo, I'm angry.

- And why would you need my bank card," asks Lucifer rather angrily.

- That's personal.

- In that case, meet me in my office in an hour.

The elder's smile makes me feel uncomfortable, but it doesn't matter. I have to take a chance. If it turns out to be a misunderstanding, it may pass. With this in mind, I start threatening Asmodeus with publishing a photo of him drooling in his sleep. Of course, he protests with all his soul.

Facing Lucifer, I nervously play with the hems of my skirt under the serious gaze of the eldest of the siblings. I imagine a thousand possibilities to get out of this mess, in vain. Tapping gently against the wood of his desk, his fiery eyes are focused on me.

- So, begins Lucifer. May I ask why you are planning to steal my bank card?

- Well, I stammer. For personal reasons.

- And this reason comes from Beel's good mood?

- Yes, I invited her to the restaurant. However, I must admit that I forgot the problem of Beel's gigantic stomach.

- That's not very clever of you, the question is why didn't you realise it in time?

- Here's the reason: I wanted to confess to Beel," I confessed in embarrassment.

- That's... surprising.

- I'm warning you, Lucifer, you tell anyone about this, I promise you I'll use the pact!

- There will be no merit in my confessing this secret. I'll make you a paper, when you leave the restaurant, you'll give it to the cashier, they'll know what to do. Then you give it back to me and I pay the bill.

At that moment, I see Lucifer as an angel. Taking the piece of paper, I quickly leave the demon's office. I can't let him change his mind or I'll be in trouble. A little determined to seduce the Avatar of Gluttony, I start to make a rather colourful make-up that can remind of cupcakes. In front of the mirror, I like the result and head towards the exit of the Fangol field after sending a message to Beel. He replies that he's in the showers, although I'm tempted to ask him for a photo, I restrain myself by sending him an "Ok".

The figure of my crush looms before me as I walk towards him. When he sees me, he smiles warmly. My heart melts in less than 5 seconds. Once we reach him, I ask if we can go and he nods before walking with a hurried step towards the place of his lust.

At the Hell Kitchen, we sit down and look at the menu. At least Beel already knew he was going to take the whole menu. As for me, I am racking my brains to choose a meal that seems normal to me. By normal, I mean, close to the human world. When I find the dish that suits me, I order my menu and Beel announces that she is taking most of the menu. The waitress doesn't seem too surprised and goes to the kitchen to announce the order. We are lucky, the restaurant is almost empty, which means we will be served quickly. Looking at Beel, my stress levels soar, but Belphie has confirmed that I have a chance. If her closest brother says so, it must be true. Taking a deep breath, I look at Beel, determined.

- Beel, I ask. Do you like spending time with me?

- Why do you ask? There's nothing better than being in a restaurant with people you like, right?

- Thanks, that's nice.

- You look stressed, is something wrong?

- It's me, don't worry.

When our food arrives, I despair a little at my confession. We eat afterwards, simply enjoying the meal together. Out of the corner of my eye, I keep hoping for an opening from my companion. Unfortunately, none presents itself to me, so I order a dessert.

You know the fatal error? The fatal mistake is having dessert on a full stomach. We're in the park waiting for me to digest a bit. My head is resting on Beel's legs, lying on a bench. He gently strokes my head, making a worried face about me. After reassuring him about my condition, he nods and is very patient. Honestly, I could sleep. Squinting my eyes, I look lovingly at Beel. Like a child, I ask him for a hug and he complies, smiling at me. Snuggled in his arms, I gather my courage and kiss Beel. When he starts to answer, I admit to being a little surprised and look at him while he is a little red.

- - Y/N," Beel sighs. I want more. I'm hungry but I don't have food.

#obey me beelzebub #beelzebub x mc #x reader #obey me

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papipopsicle · 4 years

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AFTERTASTE PART FOUR

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Short!Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether friendship and can co-exist without causing conflict. Including my OC's Flick & Cherry, a lesbian couple and best friends of Y/N. Set Pre-Veronica.

Song: Feeling Good by Sofi Tukker

Warnings: Dom!Archie, Oral (fem receiving), swearing (probably)

Words: 3K

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!PING!

Y/N giggled as soon as she saw the picture Archie had posted, it had been taken a few hours ago at lunch. She hadn't even realised he had taken one, off guard beaming up at Moose as he told the group how the Andrews boy had face planted the turf during football practice. The caption read ‘when you're having a lousy day, i'll try my best to make you smile like an idiot’ and her face lit up at the kind gesture.

Today had been utter shit; Michelangelo had gotten into a fight with one of the neighbourhood cats and lost very badly, Josie picked a fight for no reason in Maths and called her a ‘brain dead bimbo’ in front of everyone, and to top it off she'd overheard Chuck sharing very private, personal details with his friends like they were nothing.

She felt miserable and hopeless, wanting nothing more than for this day to be over already. While the boy wasn't there with her when any of these events happened, he knew as soon as he saw her saddened expression that it was his duty to turn her frown upside down. After an hour of cheesy jokes bad enough to make her father proud, Y/N felt a little bit lighter.

Now, the two sixteen year olds were being blackmailed into making dinner for themselves, Y/N's family and of course Fred too. It wasn't uncommon for this to happen though, since Y/S followed in her mother's footsteps when it came to cooking abilities, and they felt bad for always making Y/D cook. So the blonde had rolled up the sleeves of her grey sweatshirt and pulled her hair into a messy bun, while Archie gathered all the ingredients for the perfect steak dinner.

"Okay," Y/N huffed out, putting her arms up and looking over the boy's broad shoulders to see the recipe, "what's the first step, Nigella?"

Two frustrating and hilariously messy hours later, the two teens were serving their masterpieces. Y/N showered while waiting for the steak to cook, her hair now in damp ringlets as she wore a black concert t-shirt and a burgundy pair of gym shorts.

She carefully placed the piping hot plates in her mother and sisters respective places, returning for her own and Archie's as the boy brought out ones for their fathers. Y/D and Fred sat at the heads of the table, with Y/S and Y/M on one side and Archie and Y/N on the other. It had been that way since the very beginning, the teen's chairs always closer than necessary.

The radio played hits from the eighties and nineties in the background; the atmosphere warm and cozy as the group began tucking into their gourmet meals happily. Conversation flowed easily as usual, soft smiles mirrored around the room in the amicable scene.

"How's school been today?" Y/D asked casually as he piled food onto his fork dangerously high, it disappearing into his mouth seconds later.

"Shit." Y/N answered with a shrug and a wry smile as she copied her dad's actions and stuffed her face. Her eyes closed for a moment to fully appreciate the perfection of her cooking, but in that moment she missed the sad look the redhead threw her way. Everyone at the table was aware her high school experience wasn't rose tinted, and she was never able to lie to her family about it.

"McCoy's girl again?" Y/S asked defensively, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she even brought up said name.

"It's no biggie, honestly. She's just holding a grudge against me for something that literally happened over a year ago. She'll have to let go of it sooner or later." The y/h/c girl ended the conversation, continuing to fill her mouth with copious amounts of food. While her parents had moved on to talk about another subject, Archie kept his eye on her and she knew it.

Y/N didn't hate being pitted per se, but she couldn't stand to be watched by loving eyes when the person those eyes belong to wishes to fix her problems for her. Knowing that's what his mind was preoccupied with, the girl turned to Archie sharply and began chewing with her mouth wide open, sticking her tongue out for emphasis.

The redhead gagged and couldn't stop himself from snorting in laughter and Y/N took this as her queue to close her mouth. Not truly phased by the grotesque sight, Archie returned it for just a second, leaving them both giggling. Finishing the mouthful, she bumped shoulders with the boy, keeping her head resting there for a few moments as she spoke with a grin, "You've already done enough, stop making my issues yours. We do everything together anyway, leave me this little slither of sardonic sanity, okay?"

She sat up straight again and sent Fred a wink upon finding his knowing grin slung in their direction. Looking around the table, three other faces have the exact same looks, and Y/N only rolled her eyes, "Can we have just one family dinner without planning our wedding? For all you guys know we could both be gay and just use each other for style advice."

Y/D scoffed, eyeing up his daughter with amusement, "You're not gay."

"What?!" The blonde's cutlery clanged against her plate as she threw her arms up in exasperation, "I could be!"

Y/M cackled her usual laugh and rolled her eyes, chiming in, "Darling, have you seen your wardrobe?"

"Cherry and I share clothes!" Y/N defended herself, only halfheartedly as she knew the conversation was completely false, but still stood her ground.

"Yeah, well, she has a blue-haired girlfriend and you only share dresses when you're going out because you're the same size. I'm pretty sure she'd rather be dead than wear a pair of your heels." Y/S interjected and received her sister's glare with a smug grin.

Archie silently ate his food, but soon his best friend turned to him, "I could be bi, right? Like Elizabeth Olsen and Sebastian Stan both own my life."

"You can be whatever you want to be, Tiger." Taking a sip of his drink, the boy continued, "But, to be fair, have you seen The Bronze? Like if there's someone I'd turn for, it'd be Sebastian Stan."

"See!" Y/N raised her arms in the way Will Smith had when showing the world his beautiful wife, "This is why he's my best friend!"

They high-fived with matching grins and the bubbly atmosphere carried on until Fred left for the night, Archie staying over in lieu of helping with unfinished homework. After washing up, the three teenagers headed up to bed.

But before the elder Y/L/N daughter fully entered her room, she swung back on the doorframe and locked eyes with her younger sister in a deadpan manner, "I haven't slept properly in three days, please have the decency to wait until I'm asleep before you start boning, thanks."

Y/N swivelled in the direction of her room, cheeks dusted pink at the insinuation. She closed her curtains and headed straight for bed, exhausted by everything the day forced upon her shoulders. Finding her phone, she sent a round of goodnight streaks and scrolled through Instagram before the bed dipped and a tuft of red hair came into view.

"It's only just gone ten, you lightweight." He bumped her shoulder with his bare one, soon copying her actions with his own phone but not finding anything nearly as interesting.

"Well, I fancy wasting time on my phone instead of doing anything productive, problem?" The blonde hummed, not turning away from the device holding her attention. A few moments of silence and mindless scrolling passed before Y/N's phone was ripped from her grasp and set down on the bedside table.

"Yeah, I do have a problem with that, Tiger." Archie grinned at her clueless expression, climbing on top of her, either elbow caging her face in his hold. A light pressure appeared between her thighs with a small twitch, forcing a giggle from the girls lips. She hooked her thighs around his waist and linked her feet together, pulling his entire being closer to her own.

"Oh," Y/N forgot all about whatever had been on her phone screen moments ago, hands now brushing through Archie's fiery locks, "and what would that be."

The boy dipped his head without warning, lightly pushing her jaw to the left to expose her soft neck. His tongue slowly ran from her collar bone to the bottom of her ear, kissing small pecks along her jawline until their lips met. Y/N smiled into the kiss, lifting herself up while pulling his torso closer into her own. Her hips moved on their own accord, needing more friction to scratch an itch only his mouth could fix.

Archie broke the kiss, looking down at the petite girl with lustful eyes as his hand found her neck once more, "There's so many better ways for us to waste time than on our phones. But I'm going to need you to stay quiet for me, Tiger. Can you do that for me?"

As the words left his lips, his index finger lifted from her neck and pressed against her own. Y/N couldn't help licking a stripe down the back of it, taking the digit into her mouth and letting it drop with a popping sound. She nodded her head in agreement with an innocent smile and wide expectant eyes.

Archie watched her for a moment in awe, giving her throat a small squeeze before moving down her body. He lifted her ‘All Time Low’ t shirt up, planting wet kisses from her bra line to the waistband of her lycra shorts.

“You okay?” The boys soft voice sounded through the room, any dominance dropped from his tone but ready to be picked up if he got the right answer. Y/N sat up, planting each hand on either side of his face and pressed her lips to his nose lightly.

She grinned down at him, “I’m sure.” Her excited tone couldn’t be missed, and without hesitation she hooked her fingers into the shorts and pulled them away from her velvety skin, flinging them to the floor carelessly. Archie felt another grin filled kiss skim his forehead, a small hand carding through his hair as the girl relaxed back into the plush bedding.

Y/N closed her eyes in content as hot breath traced her thighs, up and down in a slow rhythm, leaving goosebumps of anticipation in its wake. Her hips rutted upwards needing some kind of contact, but Archie’s firm hand pushed her back into the mattress and held her in place. He settled with his legs hanging off the edge of the double bed, pushing her legs to rest open. The girl resisted the urge to squeeze her legs together, desire overcoming her body but submission overpowering her mind.

Archie’s lips left trails down her silky thighs, plotting temporary marks by nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. He enjoyed feeling her squirm under his touch, showing how much she needed his touch. This was more than just helping each other get off, there was a raw urgency and need within them for only one another. He licked around the edge of her pink thong, another unintentional jut from her hips pushing him closer to her heat as a whine escaped her lips.

The redhead’s hand moved from her stomach to her neck while he forced her to look down at him, “No noise, kitten. Okay?” He warned and Y/N’s bottom lip curled under her teeth as she sent him another nod. With that, her underwear, if it could be even called that, was pulled from her body and joined her shorts on the cool wooden floor moments later.

Archie carried on teasing the girl, licking down her inner thighs and getting dangerously close to what her body was pleading for, but he enjoyed watching her struggle to stay silent and it was far too easy to bring her to the edge by barely doing anything.

“Please.” Y/N’s voice begged with a shaky moan she’d tried so hard to keep in. The boy smirked up at her before giving her exactly what she wanted, feeling her fingers tighten in his hair as he latched onto her clit. But as soon as the pleasure started, it ceased once more.

“You want me to carry on, little girl?” Archie asked in a low tone, watching his best friend panting in want from the smallest of actions. “Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, please, Arch. Please.” The girl nodded again, never needing a release so badly in her life before.

Archie’s tongue lapped small circles around the bundle of nerves, pausing again to elicit a small noise of bliss, “I need you to stay quiet for me though, Tiger. Don’t want Y/S finding out what a slut her little sister is.”

In any other circumstance, Y/N would slap someone for calling her something like that, and Archie would never let the word slip from his lips. But in this moment, with his tongue skilfully taunting her clit and a finger dipping inside her wet pussy, it sent a wave of pleasure and praise through her entire body.

He was her drug, one touch and Y/N was completely intoxicated, whatever he wanted is what she wanted and there wasn’t a single thing she would say no to.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to reach the edge of release, with Archie’s fingers pulsing inside her while switching from licking at her clit and sucking on it with his tongue swirling her into a trance of ecstasy. He wanted to play with her more, keep her tilting on the edge until she couldn’t handle it any longer.

But Y/N had a difficult day, he could tease her any time he wanted, for now he just wanted to give her one reason for this day to be good. With that, he tactfully curled his fingers bringing them in and out of her hot core, not stopping his mouth from all but assaulting her over stimulated clit. Her hips buckled once again and this time Archie didn’t stop her, then they began rutting back and forth riding his face until her body couldn’t take any more

“Oh god.” Y/N whined in a hushed tone, her body convulsing in euphoria she finally toppled over the edge of her climax. Archie pressed a final kiss to her clit, resting his head on her spread thighs for a few moments as they both caught their breath.

The girl giggled as Archie appeared back at her side, pressing her lips to his not caring about the taste of her lingering in the air.

“You okay?” He whispered, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her under the duvet with him. Her head rest in the crook of his neck, leg over is stomach and hand lightly tracing patterns over his muscular chest.

“More than okay, pretty boy.” Y/N hummed into the dark room with a bright smile adoring her features. “Arch?”

He mumbled an agreeable response, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Archie’s hand found her thigh and he gave it a small squeeze, keeping his hand there to hold her close.

“Can we play a game?” The girl sounded apprehensive yet excited with her words.

She felt him nod, “What kind of game do you want to play, Tiger?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at her idea as the words left her lips, “I’m proposing a little bet.

Clearly were both attracted to each other, and it ends there, yes? Nothing romantic, just two horny best friends who need an outlet. So, why don't we have a little fun with this? We tease the other to breaking point, bring them to their fucking knees begging for it, and the first one to cave, loses. Nothings off limits, but you can't kiss the other, otherwise you lose."

At this, Archie lifted his head wearing a matching smirk, though it couldn’t be seen as the street lamp sending orange hues into the bedroom only lit up their silhouettes, "What does the winner get?"

"Whatever the fuck they want.” Y/N’s hand made its way to the boy’s neck and she tilted her head upwards to whisper into his ear, “And, when I win the first thing I'm going to have you do is eat me out again."

The boy chuckled dryly and shook his head, "Tiger, I'll be doing that when I win anyway."

Y/N giggled, tempted to throw the bet immediately if the consequence was his head between her legs once more. “Game on, Andrews.”

Archie couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of this situation, though he had to admit he couldn’t wait to see what his best friend would do to try and make him lose.

“Okay little girl, it’s time to sleep I think.” His voice felt more authoritative this time, and Y/N loved that about him, he wasn’t afraid to tell her what to do.

“Goodnight, Arch.” The girl said with a smile in her tone, anxious to see what Archie would do to her over the coming weeks. She felt his head shake once more, knowing a grin was etched into his lips. Y/N rolled onto her side, the boy’s arm tightly wrapped around her still as she drifted off into a fairytale land where this was all real. Not just two friends messing around.

PART FIVE

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Sleepover

Pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Warning: basically none

Summary: the reader has a huge crush on Natasha but she’s not entirely sure about the redhead’s feelings, so she’s been trying to keep it a secret which might not work out in the end... I used prompt 29. Shut up and kiss me.

A/N: this is for #Emma’swritingchallenge (@retrobhaddie)! thank you for the chance bby, hope you’ll like it <3

It all started with the first glance you took at her. She was there to welcome you when you first entered the compound, when you officially became an Avenger. You, of course, had already heard a lot about the mysterious redhead called Black Widow as she was one of the most important members of the famous Avengers who had already saved millions of lives several times. You had seen pictures and drawings of her but none of them showed her actual beauty, the one you saw in front of you when you first met. It wasn’t love at first sight, but you definitely did develop a tiny crush on her which had just grown and grown throughout the years you’d spent together fighting the evil and lingering around in the compound. You soon found yourself fantasizing about having Natasha as your girlfriend and that was the moment when you realised you were actually in love with her. You had always tried your absolute best to keep your feelings from ruining something so amazing as your friendship with Natasha because you had always felt like your feelings would never be mutual. A woman like her would never love someone like you, right? Well, wrong. The truth was and had always been, that Natasha did feel the same about you but she was one of the worst when it came to feelings, so she usually just bottled them up and hid them from you, afraid that you wouldn’t reciprocate her feelings which would lead to the end of your friendship and Natasha would be hurt just again. She thought it was better this way, so she continued suffering silently, just like you, until one day, she asked you if you were down for a sleepover in her room: staying up until the birds start chirping while watching anything that popped up on Netflix and stuffing your faces with all the junk food you could find around the compound. This was something you both needed, since the last mission was real hell and you had to let go of all the stress and anxiety inside. So, you said yes with a heart racing as fast as a sports car at maximum speed and you had to escape to your room not to pass out right on the spot.

So, the day was here and you were trying your best to keep your hands from shaking while you were changing into your pyjamas, taking more time than any human being should during this process. Finally, you were all ready and closed the door of your room before you headed to Natasha’s. She told you not to worry about the snacks, because she would make sure you had enough, but you still brought some popcorn you had put in the microwave earlier as you didn’t want to attend this ‘sleepover’ with empty hands. Natasha was sitting on the edge of her bed, searching for something at least slightly interesting on Netflix to watch when you entered her room. She gave you a lovely smile before turning back to the TV, complaining about how many stupid rom-coms were in her recommendations while you tried not to stare at her gorgeous body for too long.

“You know, it’s not a coincidence that those movies show up…”, you commented, making Natasha get all defensive because she was afraid her ‘bad bitch’ image would crush into pieces in front of her crush.

“Hey! It happened once, okay? And it’s because of Wanda, she told me it’s not like the others! I normally wouldn’t watch any of this garbage.”

You just smiled to yourself, chewing on a piece of popcorn before replying.

“Okay, sorry-sorry, Miss I’m-Way-Too-Badass-For-Rom-Coms”, you said, putting your hands up in defence, smirking at the redhead who just rolled her eyes at you and continued searching for a movie to watch. You were slowly chewing on some popcorn, looking at the never-ending list of films while offering some of the snack to Natasha who just shook her head but told you to feel yourself at home and eat as much of the snacks she found as you’d like.

“They’re mostly Tony’s anyway”, she said, followed by a cocky grin which made you laugh and shake your head in fake disappointment.

“Wow, so you’re a thief now. I have to say, I was expecting better from you, Miss.”

Natasha just chuckled before happily turning to you, announcing she’d found something you’d both enjoy. You both climbed onto the bed, opening all the snacks and started watching the movie after everything was settled. You shared a blanket with Natasha which made the butterflies in your stomach come alive once again, even more because of how close she was to you. You found yourself totally forgetting about the storyline of the film, so you’d lost track almost halfway through when Natasha turned to you and raised her eyebrows. You could feel how flattered you were turning within seconds, so you cleared your throat while looking down at the now empty bowl of popcorn you were holding in your hands. Natasha just smiled to herself before turning back to the TV screen and pointing at the protagonist while chewing on some jellybeans.

“She’s kinda hot, you know…”, she stated, waiting for your jealous reply and once she got it, she knew the game was on. She did feel somewhat guilty for playing with you, but she had a slight suspicion regarding your feelings and she needed to make sure.

You simply furrowed your eyebrows in your confusion and embarrassment, looking at the blonde girl on the screen, slowly getting jealous.

“Umm, I mean… yeah. I mean, she looks lovely but… She’s not really my type, to be honest…”, you muttered, making Natasha smirk even harder and encouraging her to continue.

“Oh, truly? And what is your type?”, she asked, blinking at you totally innocently but it freaked you out more than anything ever had. You were glad you weren’t eating anything right then, because you were sure you would’ve choked on it.

You replied while trying to calm yourself down and trying not to think anything into this simple question. After all, Natasha might have been just trying to get a conversation started without any further intentions. Although, as you were thinking, trying to ignore your racing thoughts, you came across one which was clearly not as strong as all the panicky ones, but gave you some kind of hope. What if she was asking because she was into you? Maybe it was time to actually get your shit together and finally confess. After all, it was almost the finish line and there was basically nothing to lose now. So, you decided to join her little game.

“Well, you know, I’m not really into blondes… I prefer redheads”, you said with your sassiest grin on your face, looking at Natasha from underneath your eyelashes. You saw her smirk vanish and it made you feel incredibly proud of yourself. You put two jellybeans in your mouth while keeping up the eye-contact with Natasha, asking her if she had a specific type. She flashed a fake smile at you, knowing full well that her little game just turned the other way and she was the target now.

“Oh well, you know… I like the kind of eyes you can get lost in. But there is one specific colour that I truly love.”

You looked deep into her eyes, suddenly becoming all serious when you felt your stomach lifting up and down. You truly had to have perfect control right then, otherwise you would’ve been fucked.

“Truly? And what is it?”, you asked all casually, not caring about your anxiety getting more and more intense.

Natasha simply smiled at you before replying, taking a sip of her diet coke. Both of you had forgotten about the movie you were watching but neither of you actually cared.

“Yours.”

This one simple word was all it took to make your eyes widen and your jaw drop to the ground. You saw Natasha’s proud smirk and it made your heart beat even faster than earlier. You honestly couldn’t believe that Natasha, the woman you’d been in love with for ages basically just confessed her feelings for you.

You cleared your throat before trying to gather your thoughts and form them into words. Natasha was watching you, clearly enjoying how flattered you were just again before grabbing the remote control and turning off the volume on the television.

“What do you mean mine? Like… Are you trying to tell me you like me? Because… I really like you. Like really really like you. And I only like one redhead and that would be you. But I’m sorry if that’s not what you actually meant and I’m making everything awkward and ruin our friendship. You can tell me if –“

But you couldn’t finish, because Natasha cut you off while rolling her beautiful eyes.

“Oh my Lord. Just shut up and kiss me.”

You looked at her like you suddenly couldn’t understand English and it took you some long seconds before you could actually open your mouth. But Natasha didn’t let you speak; she simply leaned in, cupped your cheeks and placed a sweet peck on your lips. You didn’t know if it was because Natasha was the one who kissed you this time, or you just simply couldn’t remember your earlier kisses, but this moment felt magical and you felt better than ever before. Natasha’s lips were smooth and sweet because of the chocolate she ate a few minutes before, and the feeling of her skin against yours made your whole body all weak and shaky. When you pulled away and she smiled at you, you couldn’t help but lower your eyes with a muffled chuckle, your fingers gently wrapped around Natasha’s wrist.

“Yes, Y/N, I do like you. Like really really like you”, she whispered before leaning in for another kiss which got longer and more passionate than the first one. At this moment, you could swear you were the happiest person alive.

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