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nightmare academia is just so *chefs kiss* i would LOVE another part !!!!

♥ Summary: here you go :D here's the outcome of spencer's most recent prank- and the reader's well deserved revenge [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: threats of bodily harm

♥ A/N: keep the requests coming, i love writing for these two SO MUCH

♥ Word Count: 1268

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Spencer wasn’t surprised when you burst into his classroom, the image of barely contained rage burned into your features. He was surprised that your voice sounded so sweet when you called out to him.

“Hey, Doctor Reid? Can I talk to you outside for a second?”

You gave an apologetic look to his students. It looked genuine. Still, Reid couldn’t be fooled. He knew his plan had worked. Garcia had gotten into your PowerPoint slides. He was under your skin. Smirking, he followed you out the door and into the hallway.

The second the door shut behind Reid, you rounded on him with fury in your eyes the likes of which he had never seen.

“You little shit. I’m gonna fucking stab you in your left butt cheek. You fucked up my fucking slides.”

Spencer paused before he spoke. It looked like he was doing his best not to laugh, “You brought this on yourself.”

“Did I? Did I really bring this on myself? I gave your students a typewriter to bother you because you were being a dick. Explain to me how this is appropriate vengeance!”

You didn’t need that explained to you. Honestly, it was the perfect form of vengeance. You had targeted his anti-tech tendencies with malicious compliance, and he had attacked your technology in return. It was perfect. You couldn’t let him know you thought that, though- and there was something else about the prank that stood out to you.

Spencer hated technology. By his own admission, he could barely send an email without losing his mind. It made you wonder- if he hated technology so much, then how had he hacked your slides?

“Look, you’re the one who decided to bother an MIT graduate. I don’t know if you know this, but we have a history of going nuclear.”

“Oh, you’re proud of that one, aren’t you?” you hissed, “How long did it take you to come up with it? Twenty minutes? Thirty?”

Reid blushed, and you knew you’d struck some sort of nerve. You decided to press down harder, “Y’know, I doubt that it was just your MIT-grad-ass conspiring on this little project. Who helped you, Reid? Was it Evans? Peters?”

You kept listing librarians and comp sci profs, but his facial expression never changed. You were heading in the wrong direction.

You stopped, falling silent so you could think for a moment. Reid moved to fill the silence, but you shushed him, holding a hand up to stop him in his place. You thought back to the search you’d done on Reid. His team had a technical analyst- she’d seemed cool, but was she cool enough for this?

After a while, you turned back to Reid. Raising an eyebrow, you asked, “Did you get your FBI girl to break into my PowerPoint slides?”

He stuttered, face taking on a pink hue as he tried to find some sort of excuse or distraction- it was too late, though. You already had your answer.

“Holy shit! You got your FBI girl to break into my PowerPoint slides!”

“Wait, no, I-!”

A massive grin broke across your face, “Oh, fuck. I must really bother you if you called the fucking Feds on me! Jesus Christ. How often am I on your mind?”

“You’re not- you’re never on my mind,” Reid’s face was bright red now. His arms were drawn across his chest protectively. You almost felt bad- but not quite.

“Y’know,” you snorted out a laugh, “I’ll be honest, I’m impressed. This took work. It took planning. Patience. And I mean, it’s a good PowerPoint to boot, so…”

“I- thank you? I-” Reid’s stuttering made it very clear that you had broken his brain.

“No problem, sunshine. Anyway, since you made such a good presentation, and you worked so hard to get my attention by putting it where I would see it-”

“I don’t want your attention!”

You spoke over him, “I’m gonna let you off easy- on one condition.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, and at that moment, it didn’t matter that he was a million inches taller than you. You had the high ground. You relished it.

“Are my original files safe?”

Without another word, Reid nodded. Another massive grin split your face, “Perfect! Now I don’t have to stab you in the throat!”

Reid was at a loss for words- and you took advantage of that.

“Unfortunately,” you leaned towards him, “You can’t just go unpunished.”

Spencer shivered at your words. You didn’t notice.

“Since you made my class such a lovely presentation, why don’t I go and share some fun facts with your students?”

The smile on your face turned fiendish, and before Spencer could even think of moving, you were already in his classroom with the door locked tight behind you. He could hear your voice through the door, incredibly chill as you addressed his students.

“Hey, kids! Quick aside,” You sounded so incredibly chill despite the fact that you were full-on hijacking a class.

“Did you guys know that a midsize private jet burns a low estimate of one hundred and ninety-eight gallons of jet fuel per hour at minimum? Isn’t that neat?”

Spencer fought the internal urge to scream- the urge to bang on the door and demand that you let him back in. He had a reputation to protect. He had to come off as composed. Therefore, he made the professional decision to stand outside, cross his arms, and pray to the science gods that you would come out of that room sooner rather than later.

To his surprise, you did. You were in and out in the course of five minutes- though it did feel like longer. As you made your exit, you stretched your arms out in front of you, cracking your knuckles as you did.

“And there we go. We’re even, now! My class is educated in the ways of handwritten notes, and yours is educated in the existential horrors of climate change and private jets.”

You gave Reid’s arm a casual pat with the back of your hand. You moved to pat him again, but you stopped when he flinched. The smile on your face dimmed slightly. You didn’t even notice it, but he did.

The two of you just stood in the hallway for a moment, staring at each other. You were both still, both quiet. You could hear his students starting to mumble behind the door.

“You should get back,” your voice was quieter than you wanted it to be, “They’re about to go crazy.”

“No thanks to you.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, “Keep making your students handwrite things and the typewriter will be back to ease things over.”

“Is that a promise?”

Your smile was back to full brightness. Reid wondered why he preferred it that way.

“Absolutely.”

Despite the fact that his classroom door was wide open, Reid stayed in the hallway. He watched you leave, the shape of you growing smaller and smaller until you were gone. When he finally did re-enter the room, all eyes were on him.

“Well,” he clapped his hands together, his lips drawing together in an awkward smile, “Now that that’s over, how about we talk a little about the dark figure of crime?”

His students allowed him to control the lesson without complaint- but he could feel their eyes on him even after the class ended. Worse than that, he could feel you. Your eyes were still on him, your words still under his skin.

He’d get you back for this. He had to. He couldn’t let you win.

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eggymf-archived · 1 year

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of paper planes and wildflowers; 01

ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)

chapter warnings: nsfw, semi-public sex, chaotically embarrassing situations, mild dubcon, aphrodisiac, feeble attempt at ominis slander for plot(?) purposes, not proofread, unedited

chapter summary: from teenage gossips to formulating random drinks together with your best friend, everything goes completely awry in the most unexpectedly worst way possible.

word count: 4k

a/n: i wrote this during 1 am in the morning after a mental breakdown lmao what’s good D:

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“That’s the seventh time you sighed in the last five minutes.”

You grumbled in response at Natsai’s observation, dropping your forehead flat on the table with a distinct thud, much to Madam Scribner’s chagrin who harshly shushed you with a matching glare. Natsai gave the said librarian an apologetic look before turning towards you again with concern.

"Probably ‘cause of her mum again, I reckon,” Garreth piped, flipping his book to the next page as he scribbled down on his rolled-out parchment. You shuddered in response, recalling that damned Howler you received from your mother prior this week when she found out you had landed yourself in detention with Garreth again. Your mother expected great academic success from you and for you to behave yourself, especially during this year when you’ll be taking your OWLs.

“I’m sure you’ll do great for your OWLs. Despite the trouble you get yourself into, you always excel in your studies anyway,” Natsai comforted, rubbing your shoulder as you let out yet another sigh. Yes, you were having problems with your mum’s incessant reminder of picking a career path, and yes, you were tremendously feeling pressured about acing your OWLs. But there was another problem: a huge one in fact - so huge you couldn’t even tell your two close friends about it.

“I’ll be fine, you two. I just have a lot in my mind lately,” you mumbled, laying your cheek flat on the surface of the table while staring at an empty table from the distance.

“I’d say. You’ve been on the edge eversince that potions incident,” Garreth pointed out, earning a fairly loud snort from you.

“Which potions incident, Garreth? Last time I checked, you’ve had a total of three incidents this month,” you teased.

“Oh shush. It wasn’t that bad!” the ginger-haired Gryffindor laughed. “I’m talking about that one drink we concocted around two to three weeks ago. The one that you drank?”

Your cheeks slightly pinked at the memory: of course you remember that incident. It was the main reason that has caused you to get stuck in this infernal situation, after all.

“Pretty sure it's not the potion, Garreth. I’m assuming this is just my academic stress finally getting to me,” you dismissively reasoned, thus dropping the subject to concentrate on each of your respective tasks.

You half-expected your 5th year to be like the usual: focusing on your studies, literally brewing mischief and greatness with Garreth, sneaking out of the castle grounds to “practice” your duelling (extracurricular activities, as you’d like to call it) with Natsai occasionally tagging along, and so much more. Aside from the utter chaos that was presently occurring within the wizarding world, who would’ve thought that your life would also end up being in a state of frenzy.

You shouldn’t have had that particular conversation with Garreth back then. You shouldn’t have drank that damned potion either. But in your defense, you wouldn’t have tried anything weird from the ginger-haired boy unless you actually helped him with the concoction. You’re pretty well-versed with various ingredients, priding yourself to be both book smart and pro-active in collecting various ingredients from the highlands yourself. But alas you were still a student - a silly little student making silly little mistakes. Somewhere along the process of making that certain concoction, you had messed up the calculations of the ingredients’ ratio - something that would prove to be rather grave on your part.

You and Garreth were hanging out together at the Transfiguration Courtyard after class, the both of you discussing several ingredient combinations as usual. While he scribbled notes on a piece of parchment during the ongoing conversation, you were practicing non-verbal spellcasting for simple charms. However, the conversation took a different turn when you noticed Garreth’s voice slowly faltering as a certain housemate of yours passed by while carrying several thick books. You smirked in realization, calling out the ebony-haired female. Garreth elbowed you harshly, giving you a half-hearted glare. The female turned and smiled towards the both of you in acknowledgment before heading off.

“Blimey, Garreth. Samantha Dale?” you asked, causing him to flush bright pink. “Since when?”

“Last year during potions. That time when Sharp made her switch places with you,” he admitted, causing you to teasingly snicker.

“W-what? It’s not like you haven’t had a crush!” he sputtered.

“I hate to disappoint you but no, I haven’t,” you deadpanned.

“Tell you what, let me ask you this question instead. If you were given the choice, who would you snog in our year?”

“Garreth Weasley, I am NOT answering that!”

“I’ll get the answers right out of you whether you like it or not and you know it. Is it Amit?”

“No.”

“Is it me?”

You slapped his arm in response, earning a laugh from him.

“I’ll take that as a no. Leander?”

“I’d rather get kissed by a dementor.”

“Touché. Perhaps Sebastian?”

“Have you seen how he looks at the new 5th year? Poor lad looks like a lovesick crup puppy it makes me sick.”

Garreth paused, deep in thought. His lips curled into a smug grin.

Oh no. This isn’t good.

“Ominis Gaunt?”

A pregnant silence ensued, your expression utterly mortified. Garreth guffawed at your bewildered state, running away from you as you chased him down. Your face was a bright shade of red - whether it is out of embarrassment, denial, realization, or the fact that you were greatly offended by the mere suggestion, Garreth has already arrived to his own conclusion. He was absolutely never going to live this down. After all, you were normally straightforward especially when it came to your preferences: your hesitation was already an obvious sign to the answer.

Tomfoolery aside, Garreth knew you didn’t really like Ominis. To you, Ominis was a sardonic little gossip. Whenever something of note had occurred and anyone involved passes by, he would often quip about their little secrets or actions alongside his unsolicited opinions. His reputation as a Gaunt also played a part as to why you steered clear of him as much as possible: they were proud, volatile, discriminatory, and has a long history with dark magic.

Everyone in Hogwarts always say that it was impossible for secrets to be kept within the castle walls. If the castle walls have ears, then one of those set of ears most likely belonged to Ominis himself. Unfortunately, that would prove to be a correct statement for your particular little case: a certain male with a particularly strong sense of hearing might’ve picked up on your conversation with Garreth earlier.

“Are you sure about this?” Garreth asked as you grabbed the phial from the potions table. “You don’t need to be the test subject, you know? We could just get other people to try it out.”

The concoction that you’ve been working on together with Garreth now rests in your hand. The both of you haven’t named it yet, but it was supposed to stimulate the mind to focus better and to give its drinker an energy boost. Given how stressed you are with your academic subjects and the fact that you’re on the verge of a mental breakdown, you didn’t really care as long as the potion did something to improve your performance.

“It’s the weekend tomorrow, Garreth. If this goes wrong, I have two days tops to get better. I doubt I’ll even need to go to the hospital wing though,” you reassured, taking a sip. The liquid was fizzy, tasted like sherbet lemons, and it brought a pleasant little buzz at the back of your head after a while. Garreth stared at you expectantly.

“Well...?”

“Hmm. So far, so good. We’ll see what happens for the rest of the day,” you said.

“Grand. I’ll see you later then!”

You and Garreth headed off to your own respective classes. You headed off to the Transfiguration Classroom, feeling increasingly invigorated as the potion took its effect bit by bit. You were rather proud of the concoction you and Garreth had made. It felt as if you chugged a vial of Felix Felicis - nothing would ever go wrong for the day and luck was definitely on your side.

“Hopefully this little boost lasts until I’m done with all my assignments,” you mumbled to yourself as you entered the Transfiguration Classroom, sitting at one of the vacant desks. Your classmates began to pour in, occupying the remaining seats while you flipped through the pages of your textbook, mulling over the possible lesson for today. Right as Professor Weasley left her office to enter the classroom, the classroom doors barged open revealing the flushed faces Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt.

“Ah, you two are just in time. Please take your seats,” Professor Weasley said. The two panting boys complied, heading to the remaining vacant seats, which was the one right beside you and the other was beside Cressida Blume. The opal-eyed male opted to occupy the one beside you, much to your hidden distress. You were thankful that you didn’t have Garreth as a classmate here - it would’ve been a nightmare seeing his smug little grin and him occasionally making kissy faces to mock the remaining patience right out of your entire being.

Thankfully, the class was rather uneventful aside from a brief lecture and all of you trying out the Vanishing Spell on several objects. You kept stealing not-so-secret glances at the boy beside you as he made his own attempts, flawlessly executing the spells within a few tries. As much as you hated to admit it, the Gaunts truly did have their own unique allure. Ominis was one of the living proofs - he looked quite elegant and easy on the eyes compared to most of the guys in your year: milky blue eyes, alabaster skin, beauty marks, and dirty blonde hair that was always neatly-styled. He was someone that people would most likely stare at out of admiration.

“You know I can feel you staring at me, right?”

Until he opens his mouth, that is.

“Hmm? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you deadpanned, causing his lips to curl into a knowing smirk. You didn’t like that a single bit, and you wanted this class to end so that you could go about your merry little way avoiding the Gaunt as you always did.

“...On that note, I’ll be assigning you all into pairs. Your partners for this assignment are your current seatmates: I’ll be expecting a 6-inch essay compilation of the Inanimatus Conjurus Spell by next week. Class dismissed.”

Your face fell.

“Is there something the matter?” Professor Weasley asked, noticing your rather upfront reaction. You shook your head vehemently, earning a couple of snorts and giggles from your classmates. You quickly shut your textbook and got up.

“Catch you around. Try compose yourself the next time we sit together, won’t you?” Ominis mocked jokingly as he left. You pointedly stared at his retreating back, silently quelling your mild annoyance.

For the most part, you stayed out of trouble for the entire day, focusing on your assignments and catching up on advanced self-studying. The drink proved to be quite a success so far - it was nearly as effective as an Invigorating Draught, and it helped you sort out the tricky bits from your assignments without contemplating on it way too much. You’ve been holed up in the library eversince your last period, and you still felt quite energetic. The library was getting more and more empty, with students opting to go to the Great Hall for their dinners or back to their common rooms. Meanwhile you just got out of the Transfiguration Section after getting the necessary reference books for that blasted compiled essay due next week.

Suddenly, you felt your head throb, causing you to drop the books rather unceremoniously on the table. Good thing Madam Scribner wasn’t nearby or she would’ve chided you for not handling school property with care. You uncapped the phial of the concoction, chugging the last remaining contents. Perhaps the effect was lessening hence the sudden dizzying headache.

Oh but you were dead wrong. It got worse.

You felt your body heat up uncomfortably as your senses began to get more heightened - your breathing is now labored, your clothes felt unbelievably scratchy against your skin, and you felt that oh so familiar sinful tingling in between your legs. Panicked, you glanced around the library, seeing if there’s anyone nearby. You clenched your legs shut almost painfully, trying to steady your erratic breathing and heartbeat.

“Alright, self. Calm down. As long as nobody sees you like this--”

You were snapped out of your inner monologue with an oh-so-familiar posh-toned voice jolting you back into reality.

“Thought I might find you here. About that assignment...”

You inwardly screamed in sheer horror and embarrassment, cursing the bad luck that had befallen your poor self. Ominis sat right beside you, blissfully unaware of your current predicament. You couldn’t even comprehend what the male was saying to you: you were gripping your skirt tightly and biting your lower lips all in a great effort to suppress anything that might be a dead giveaway to your situation. Ominis, however, was a lot more astute than you expected. His eyebrows furrowed, immediately sensing that something was up.

“Why are you holding your breath?”

Fuck.

“O-oh. Uh... I-I was? W-well I-”

“What’s going on with you?” Ominis asked rather harshly. You gulped, trying your best to keep the last bits of sanity in your brain intact. According to your nether regions, Ominis sounded absolutely ravishing when he talks like that, and the remaining rationality within your mind refuses to accept that depraved notion.

You almost moaned out loud when he touched your forehead with the back of his hand. He, however, wasn’t looking too amused with how unusual you were acting. Ominis frowned, looking rather offended for getting him caught up in this awkward situation. He got up, getting ready to leave.

“W-wait!” you cried out, tugging at the sleeve of his robes while looking at him with pleading eyes. “P-please help me...”

Ominis quirked an eyebrow, a faint smirk gracing his lips at your begging tone. He turned back towards you, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Oh? And why should I do that?” he sneered.

“Please I... I think I might’ve ingested an a-ah...!”

“A what?”

“...Aphrodisiac...” you breathed out, shameful tears welling up in your eyes.

Ominis was mortified, a dark shade of pink flushing his usually pale complexion. He cleared his throat while loosening up his necktie in an attempt to diffuse his bashfulness. An aphrodisiac problem was certainly the last thing he would’ve expected from you.

“So you want me to help you... Because you might’ve ingested an aphrodisiac?” he asked, still finding the situation beyond belief.

You sobbed in response, nodding furiously. You felt so utterly humiliated that you were actually on the verge of wailing on the spot. You couldn’t think straight, you were a mess down there, and you were trying your absolute best to get the situation in control. You didn’t want to go to the hospital wing, nor were you even planning to tell Garreth or Natsai about this unfortunate side effect. Your common room wasn’t an option too because it’s a shared dormitory and the Ravenclaw tower was simply too far. Hell, this was one of the worst situations you could ever find yourself in, and there was absolutely no way Ominis would agree to this madness.

Honestly, you just wanted to stay in a more secluded place to wait for the effects to die out. However, you had no idea where to go and you were desperate enough to ask even Ominis himself.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when he stood up and leaned towards you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at his misty blue eyes while his other hand rested on the table surface behind you to support his weight.

“Are you sure you want me to do it?” he breathed. You blushed at the question, your sobs slowly quieting down as you drank the sight of him under the cold moonlight peering from the arched windows.

He was so frustratingly beautiful. So fucking ethereal.

“... Y-yes,” you gulped shakily. “P-please.”

Wait. Do what? What’s fucking happening? What the fuck did I agree on?!

He hummed in response, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

“Hmm. Perhaps you do want to snog me after all,” he murmured before planting his lips against yours. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you instantly melted into the softness of his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted you from your seat, making you sit on the table. However, the both of you were interrupted by the sound of heels clacking on the wooden floor. You and Ominis quickly got up, hiding behind one of the nearby bookcases.

Madam Scribner came up to the table, frowning. She grabbed the now haphazardly-placed reference books from the table, tutting about how irresponsible students are with handling books before walking off.

You and Ominis remained still, listening intently at Madam Scribner’s now dying footsteps. As soon as the exit door was opened and then shut close, Ominis captured your lips once again, pushing you towards the nearest table. The both of you were frantically scrambling, attempting to remove each other’s cloaks while remaining in a passionate lip lock. You sat on the table as soon as you felt the edge of the table top hit the back of your thigh, spreading your legs apart to pull Ominis much closer to you.

For some odd reason, having Ominis Gaunt right in between your legs felt so fucking right. Your head spun with lustful desire, taking in his addicting scent: a faint combination of patchouli, sandalwood and spearmint candy. He gave one of your breasts a firm squeeze while his tongue intruded your mouth, to which you gladly received by lightly suckling on the wet appendage, earning a groan from him. Ominis ground his hips against yours instinctively, brushing his now visible erection against your still clothed privates.

His lips then began trailing down from your lips to your jawline, latching itself on a sensitive spot at the crook of your neck. You mewled, teasingly trailing your feet along the back of his legs, finally locking your legs around his hips to further push himself harder against your heated core. His hands harshly gripped your ankles in response, your inner thighs quivering in anticipation as he deftly unclasped your Mary Janes. You kicked them off rather impatiently, slightly raising your hips up as Ominis reached underneath your skirt for the waistband of both your tights and knickers, slowly peeling the article of clothing off your legs.

“Bend over for me,” he growled against your ear, to which you happily complied as you leaned over the table while lifting your skirt up. You shuddered both in delight and relief as the cool air hit the skin of your warm lower regions. Ominis traced a finger on your exposed slit, groaning as globs of your honey-like essence coated his digit.

“Merlin, you’re fucking soaked...” he moaned, inserting his finger inside your hole, earning a breathy gasp from you as your legs trembled in wanton delight. You felt your juices trickle down your legs as Ominis added another finger inside your core, pumping his digits in and out of you at an increasing speed. You whimpered, slapping your hand over your mouth at the brutality of his fingers. With how sensitive your body was, it wouldn’t take long until you had your sweet release.

Much to your disappointment, Ominis retracted his fingers away from your heat, licking your juices off his fingers. He groaned at your sweet taste while you sobbed in frustration, swaying your rear as your legs trembled at the lack of stimulation. Ominis swiftly unbuttoned his pants, tugging on the waistband of his briefs to free his painfully erect shaft. You let out a surprised whimper upon feeling the blunt head of the thick appendage stroke itself against your weeping slit, lubricating itself before it dove right into your awaiting pussy with little to no resistance. Your back arched instinctively at the sudden intrusion as you gasped blissfully in sheer unadulterated pleasure.

“A-ah..! F-fuck yes! Mmph..!” you cried out. Ominis slapped a hand against your mouth while the other pinned one of your wrists against your lower back as he plowed his cock inside your pussy.

“Best to keep it down, don’t you think? Wouldn’t want us to get caught now, do you?” he panted, thrusting deep and fast as you mindlessly moaned with absolutely no shame against his hand. He was right - there were enchanted portraits nearby, wandering ghosts, and prefects right outside the library after all. The thought of someone walking in at any minute made your walls clench, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the alabaster-skinned male as he relished in the spasms and flutters of your inner walls, his cock twitching in pleasure.

“Oh, you are absolutely vile!” he chuckled darkly, slowing himself down momentarily yet still thrusting as deep as he could. You swore your knees almost gave out as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.

“You’re quite the filthy little whore, aren’t you? It’s almost as if you want to get caught,” he mocked as your knees shook. You sobbed pathetically with pleasure-filled tears running down your face. He yanked your upper body closer to his, letting his hands wander shamelessly on your curves while peppering the column of your neck with bites and kisses. You blissfully sighed, intoxicated with all the sensations happening on your body all at once. Your bleary eyes widened as his cock brushed against a spot within your weeping hole, your mouth hanging ajar in a loud gasp which caused Ominis to smirk against your neck. He slammed your body back on the table, your breasts flat against the table surface as he aimed for the spot precisely with swift, merciless strokes.

Ominis was absolutely delirious as he listened to the debauched symphony of your helplessly submissive little yelps and moans, wet skin slapping against each other, the sound of the table rocking against the hardwood floors, his own erratic breathing and occasional groans whenever he felt your walls flutter around his swollen member. This was now his new guilty pleasure: reducing his normally put-together, top-achieving, goody-two-shoes of a classmate into nothing but a slut who’s hungry for only his cock. Something about that mere thought completely disintegrates his last remaining shred of principles and rationality in the moment as he mindlessly chased his high, sinful fantasies filling his presently depraved, pussy-drunk mind.

“F-fuck! I... I’m cumming! I’m cumming-!” you babbled as your walls clenched unbelievably tight around his cock, causing Ominis to hiss in pleasure as he pulled out of your quivering hole, pumping his member desperately as spurts of milky white semen landed on your labia. The both of you stilled for a moment, breathless and completely fucked-out.

Ominis quickly tucked his now softening member back into his pants and tidied himself up while you shakily got up from the poor table. You groaned, feeling a slight pain in between your legs as you conjured a clean cloth with your wand, wiping away any stray bodily fluids from your lower regions before vanishing the object away. Ominis leaned against the opposite bookshelf as you put your panties and tights back on, crossing his arms. You glanced at him as you sat on the table, clasping your shoes back on. He was still as pristine as ever, as if your recent activities had never even happened.

“Prefects should be gone by now. Will you be alright going back to your common room alone?” he asked.

“I think so,” you replied, grimacing slightly at the dull throb of your worn-out hole. Ominis hummed, walking towards the staircase leading to the library exit with his wand up, the tip blinking its signature red light.

“Oh, and Gaunt?”

“Yes?”

“Nothing happened here, alright?”

chapter 2: what a mess! 🔞 >

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x f!reader #ominis gaunt smut #ominis gaunt x you #ominis x reader #ominis x you #ominis smut #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy smut

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lale-txt · 1 year

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🌙 modern AU: OP kids teaching their dads how to use the computer

a/n: avoiding all the things i'm supposed to write and writing silly little headcanons like these instead because i needed something for the soul today and because my heart is soft and weak for any of these dads and their sons ugh („ಡωಡ„)

Law & Rosinante

deep breaths, Law is reminding himself as he watches Rosinante trip over the cable of the charger and almost take down the whole PC setup with him as he falls to the ground

this was the man he owed his life to, the man who burned down several hospitals for him, the man who never gave up even in the darkest hours… giving him a computer crash course was the least Law could do to show his gratitude

with a cigarette dangling from his lips Rosinante sits up straight, eager to learn all about the world wide web

he nods along eagerly as Law starts rambling about the importance of secure passwords and how to detect spam mails, that he should never ever click on one of those and never give out any private data about himself

as if Rosinante hadn’t lived an undercover life for so many years and didn’t know a thing or two about keeping data safe

Law is unfazed as he puts out a small fire caused by a smoldering cigarette someone dropped on the tittie mousepad (a gift from Rosinante’s brother who had obnoxious taste but at least it was good for the wrists)

he also continues his PowerPoint presentation when Rosinante slips from his chair when he wants to change his position and Law takes a mental note to never get him a gymnastic ball because that won’t help his dad with good posture, it will probably just break his neck

“any questions?”, Law asks after a 5 hour lecture and raises an eyebrow when Rosinate lifts his hand. now what could it be, he went into deep detail about everything, there’s not a single topic he hadn’t covered…

“so. how do i turn this thing on?”

Ace & Roger

his therapist had suggested some father-son-bonding time but Ace wasn’t entirely sure if that’s exactly what they had in mind

“you have to doubleclick to open it”, Ace says through gritted teeth as he watches his father trying to open the internet browser, the mouse disappearing entirely under his big hand

Roger laughs and pats his son on the back, just happy to spend some time with him

“but i’m clicking already, i think that thing is broken. maybe i’m just too old for this thing.” – “no, you have to click faster. not like that. just… fast. oh my god, dad, are you kidding me?!”

Ace is close to gnawing at the desk as he watches Roger click anywhere just not the icon he is supposed to click

how did this man sail the whole world back and forth and can’t do a simple thing as opening an app and why does he want to learn how to use a computer anyway at his age

Ace is close to getting up and running out when Roger turns to him and smiles at him softly, almost apologetically

“you know… this is nice. i love spending time with you. now show your old man one more time how to write an email so we can stay in touch when you’re traveling.”

Ace feels a lump in his throat and takes a deep breath, putting on a stoic face as he lays his hand on top of his father’s and shows him how to click correctly

there’s many things left unsaid between them but not all of them were bad. after all, Ace would sit and smile when Roger replies to his email from vacation with an over exaggerated chain of smileys :-) :-D :-) :-D :-) :-D 8-D

Yamato & Kaido

listen, Kaido is trying, he really is

it‘s not his fault that this keyboard is TINY and his fingers are MASSIVE

lots of yelling and shouting and doors being slammed as Yamato’s patience is running thin

he comes back to Kaido crying in front of his tiny laptop and in the end will help his dad send out the “funny eCard” to his friends and subordinates

Yamato will show him how to use speech to text because that might be helpful when Kaido can’t type on the small keyboard, right?

little does he know that he opened the box of pandora with that

cryptic text messages at 2am, something about “running out of sake press send why doesn’t it send Yamato can you hear me this is not working send send send hello oh fucking hell hello? hello? i need more sake where is it where is it ahh it’s empty hello”

that’s Yamato’s breaking point; when he decides to get rid of the computer the following day and just gift Kaido a nice calligraphy set or something instead

because frankly, he never wants to wake up to a dozen emails from his father again written through entire phases of his drunk stages

emails he didn’t send to Yamato only, but to his whole subordinates to which Ulti replied to all with a simple “is Kaido stupid?”

also because he learned that people online call his dad “babygirl” and he’s not sure how to explain that to him…

#trafalgar law #portgas d. ace #yamato #gol d. roger #donquixote rosinante #kaido #donquixote corazon #one piece headcanons

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 years

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Some of my friends met my mom today and they were telling me how safe they feel with her and how she’s such a caring and loving mother and how I’m so lucky but she’s not actually like that and it only pisses me off bc they don’t know but they’re acting like they do bc they don’t know or they don’t want to and ugh so I was just hoping that you might be interested in writing one where Wanda rlly wants to meet r’s family but r has been stalling and so Wanda gets upset and thinks that r is embarrassed or smth and so r caves and they go stay w r’s family for a holiday and the whole time, they put up a front that they’re so perfect and so Wanda believes them bc r never says anything bc why would r think Wanda would believe the truth when nobody else will and then eventually they do something and it all clicks that the things they did to r were actually awful and Wanda comforts r?? You def don’t have to and you can spin the plot however you like but idk (it can also be for Nat if you prefer)

The perfect deception

Summary: Actors all around.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: bad parents

Word count: 895

a/n: here you go! I hope you like it :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13

“Why can’t I meet them?” Wanda’s voice is starting to get louder as her frustration grows. The question has come up multiple times during their two-year-long relationship. And every single time, Y/N avoids the question. “Are you embarrassed of me or something?” Her voice cracks just the slightest bit.

“No! No, of course not. I just-“ Y/N sighs, rubbing her face.

Y/N opens her mouth, but Wanda interrupts her. “Then let me meet them.”

They stare at each other, Y/N pursing her lips while Wanda looks annoyed. “Fine.” She mumbles, looking away. “We’ll go there for Thanksgiving if you want to.”

“I want to.”

“Okay.”

Wanda nods, now smiling, happy she finally got through to Y/N. “Good.”

Wanda is laughing with Y/M/N. She looks genuinely happy. They are sitting at the dinner table while Y/D/N is making dinner, at times commenting adding to the conversation. Y/N is sitting in the living room alone, but Wanda doesn’t seem to notice her sour mood.

She despises how good at acting her parents are. They’ve always been great at seeming like good people to others. All of Y/N’s friends have loved spending time with them, they never believed what they’re actually like. So, why would Wanda be any different.

Giggling, Wanda walks over to Y/N. She sits down next to her. “Your mom is amazing. You’re so lucky to have her as your mom.”

Y/N hums, not looking at Wanda. Amazing, caring, loving. Those words have been used to describe her mother multiple times. Every time someone sings praises of her, all Y/N can think about are the words that her parents have yelled at her and the things they’ve done. Things that if the others heard or saw, they’d immediately take their words back.

“What’s with the shitty attitude?” Wanda scoffs. “You’ve been acting like your parents are invisible the whole time. You’re being so damn ungrateful! Some of us don’t have our parents here anymore.”

The words sting, but Y/N ignores it, snapping back wouldn’t help the situation. “I’m glad you enjoy them, Wanda.” Her voice is monotone as she stands up and walks away. She goes out the front door and goes to sit on the porch, leaving perplexed Wanda inside.

Going back to the kitchen, she sits next to Y/N’s mother. “I’m so sorry, she’s not usually like this. I don’t understand what’s going on with her.” Wanda sounds apologetic, even somewhat embarrassed.

“Oh, don’t you worry yourself about her. She’s always been like this, hasn’t she?” Y/M/N laughs, looking at Y/D/N, who laughs as well while nodding.

“What do you mean?” Wanda looks at the snickering pair. Y/N has never acted like this around her, and they’ve known each other for years.

“Well,” Y/D/N turns off the stove to be part of the conversation properly, “she’s bit of a…how would you say it? Uptight. We were really surprised to hear someone could actually like her.”

“You could also say selfish.” Y/M/N adds.

“Or bitchy.”

They continue to find different words to describe their daughter, the words turning uglier and uglier. Wanda frowns as she listens to them speak. She doesn’t understand how someone could talk about their child like that.

“Stop talking about her like that.” Wanda snaps, standing up and slamming her hands to the table. “She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. No wonder she didn’t want to come here.” She mumbles the last sentence to herself.

Y/M/N and Y/D/N glance at each other with wide mocking eyes, they hide their laugh under a faux serious expression. “Don’t be so serious, dear. We’re all just having some fun. Calm yourself.” Y/M/N scoffs with a laugh.

Wanda scrunches her brows, opening her mouth and closing it instantly. Without saying anything, she picks up their bags and goes out the front door.

Y/N keeps her gaze forwards even when Wanda sits next to her. “You’re freezing.” She whispers, staring at Y/N, who doesn’t answer. Wanda drapes a jacket over her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how awful your parents are, you never told me.”

“You wouldn’t have believed me.”

“You don’t know that.”

Y/N sighs. “But I do know. This has happened so many times before.” She turns to look at Wanda, her eyes teary. “I’ve told every single friend how my parents are, but none of them believe me when they meet them.”

Wanda grabs Y/N’s hands into her own. She isn’t sure what to say or if she would’ve been different than her friends. “I’m sorry about calling you ungrateful.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” Wanda has a gentle smile on her lips. “I should’ve realized there was a deeper reason you didn’t want me to meet them. It was selfish of me to push you and for that I am truly sorry.”

“I forgive you, Wanda.”

“You shouldn’t, but thank you.” Wanda stands up, pulling Y/N up with her. “Lets go home and you can talk shit about your parents to me as much as you want.”

With a small grin, Y/N lets Wanda pull her in the car. “You’re too sweet.” Wanda starts the car with a giggle and drives away.

#marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu fanfiction #fluff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #slight angst

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sucheonapologist · 1 year

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Sucheon x gender natural reader

The Reader's awakening power is that they can make their their drawings come to life! Similar to sai from Naruto but with colors! :D

Tw: cringe, bullying and kinda ooc?

Theme: enemies to lovers and crack

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The two of you never got along ever since day 1.

Sucheon would constantly bully you and the rest for not being associated with any organization groups. However, you were lucky enough to be recommended by the shinhwa organization.

He was an absolute asshole in everyone's eyes since he's an arrogant midget bastard that always harrass the ones that are weaker and you loathed him for that.

" what's the matter? Gonna cry? " the midget known as sucheon teased as he looked down upon you. You clenched your fist in frustration, you were tired of getting bullied by someone who looks like Doberman as a pony. You immediately got up and and kicked his jewelry as his taller minions gasp at your boldness. Who were you to kick the grandson of Dusic Kang, the former CEO of baekdu organization group?!

Sucheon gripped his jewelry as one of his taller minions was about to approach you, to avenge their short king, but he stretched out one of his his arm to stop them. " If you wanted to fight just say so, I wouldn't hesitate to accept the offer! " sucheon exclaimed while you only scoff at him " You can crawl into tight spaces like all those little rodents. You should consider it as your second awakening ability. " the insult earned another gasp from his taller sidekicks and it was his last straw, he hated it when people comment about his height and you knew about that.

Suddenly, you felt a strong force and immediately merge with the ground. Sucheon smirked at this and you only grinded your teeth at his impulsiveness. Lucky, there was someone who saw you, it was jiwoo and his friends who came to the rescue!

A strong gust of wind immediately send sucheon flying away as his back collided with the wall. Jiwoo immediately came to your aid and asked what happened, you explained to him how you were just taking a walk and bump onto sucheon. Subin and wooin sent glares at them which they also returned the glare.

Sucheon stand up, full of fury in his dark irises. He was about to come after the both of you but you immediately drew a tranquilizer gun and shot him causing him to collapse and kiss the ground. Their heads immediately turned to you, which you only sheepishly smiled in response.

" What? He was gonna use his awakening power on me! "

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After that, you were being scolded by Inhyuk and forched you to apologize to sucheon on personal in the infirmary by yourself. You step inside the infirmary, only to be meet with sucheon's gaze of rage and fury while you only forcefully smiled at him in response with a slight apologetic look but he wasn't having that.

" What do you want? " he snarled like a territorial cat ready to fight his opponent but you bowed your head and this took him by surprise. "I'm here to apologize. " you confessed and a smirk creep it's way into his face" aw, and to think that the most stubborn and stupid lowly unhinge being I've ever encountered has bowed their head at me? Did you finally went to school and got a proper education? " He bad-mouthed you,finding it amusing that the person who loathed him and who refuses to bow their heads at them finally bowed their head at him, making him laughed at your patheticness. "WHY YO— you know what? Forget it. I take back what i said. I rather get suspen—" you were cut off by a familiar sudden force and you were now at sucheon's side facing him, his infamous smirk never fade away and this made you more irritated.

" Ah-ah-ah, wasn't your soul purpose here was to apologize to me? Go on, continue. "

Oh how you wish to wipe that smug look off his face and claim your victory, but unfortunately he was much more stronger than you, you took a deep breath and prepared to bury all your dignity and ego sixth feet underground.

As you were about to apologize, inhyuk opened the door " [Y/N], your mother is calling for you. Are you also done apologizing?" He informed you and ask at the same time, you were about to tell him that you weren't finished apologizing but sucheon already beat you at it "they're already done with the whole apologizing thing, so can the both of you leave now? " he answered, which made you confused but shrugged it off.

You turned your head to look at him again and whispered 'thanks' loud enough only for him hear which he only scoffed at and look away in response, you rolled your eyes at him and walked with inhyuk.

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A/n: hiii everyone!!! Merry Christmas to all! We finally had our Christmas break so I'm finally more free to write fan fiction!! Also, this is my first one-shot!!! Hope you guys like it?? :D

#sucheon x reader #kang sucheon #Kang sucheon x reader #eleceed #eleceed x reader #fanfic #webtoon #x reader #enemies to lovers #crack ship

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wooedbywonu · 2 years

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He, Who Holds My Heart

"Didn't I tell you to just date the man?"

You looked over to the man across from where you sat, who is seemingly frustrated about your so "non-existent-lovelife". You reached over his fries and chuckled in return. "You focus too much on my affairs, why not focus on yours? —oh right. I remember. So what happened with your fling? Have you given her the D ?"

Jihoon, the one beside him, laughed at your reply. He then received a deadly glare but he remained unfazed. Nice try, it wasn't threatening at all.

"Y/N this isn't about me. Don't try to bring my flings in this conversation" the boy spoke, frustration evident in his face. You can't help but laugh at your friend who is clearly trying his hardest to be your cupid.

"Hoshi, I told you a hundred times already, stop setting me up with him." You sipped your juice and took some of your friend's french fries. He huffed and slapped your hands due to your actions "That's my food, go order yours" he argued to which, in return, you took another piece of his food. The child-like banter started but was easily cut off by Jihoon who isn't a fan of being a witness to an argument of two adults in there 20s acting like toddlers.

The next few minutes went by with only the munching of food being the sound to hear from your booth. The earlier conversation being somewhat forgotten until Hoshi heaved a sigh.

"What is so bad about dating Wonwoo?" you looked up and was met by two curious eyes — now four because of Jihoon who seemed curious as well. You swallowed the hamburger you were eating before wiping your mouth with the table napkin.

"Well... It's not that there's something bad about dating him or there's something wrong with him... Wonwoo is a great guy. It's just that..."

The man in front looked at you as if his eyes were speaking, begging you to continue what it is you're trying to say. "It's just that?"

"Stop setting me up with him" your reply crashed the little hope your friend has. "I don't know what to do with you anymore. I give up." he said, disappointment clearly written in his face. You could only smile apologetically.

"Hosh, I'm actually seeing someone." You truthfully said, causing the two of your friends to almost spit their drinks out.

"Well that would finally, finally, stop this whole stupid ass cupid agenda of yours, Kwon" Jihoon stated. "At last, Wonwoo could breathe and won't be choking somewhere just because Kwon Cupid keep on bringing him up" you chuckled and lightly tapped your friend's arm. Hoshi ignored him and focused his attention on you.

"Since when did you and your boyfriend dated? Why didn't I know about this stuff? Am I not your friend?"with his series of questions and a pout, you could only try your best not to pinch his cheeks.

"Aw. Are you really being sulky right now?" you cooed. "We just recently made it official. I couldn't share the news with you two, I mean three if Woo is included. PLUS it was after finals, I'm sure you would love to catch up on sleep rather than my lovelife" Jihoon nodded, agreeing with your reason. On the other hand, Hoshi still looked disappointed, you're not sure whether it's because you didn't tell him right away of your relationship status or because his match making thingy failed.

"Speaking of Wonwoo, it's getting late, where is he?"

Jihoon shrugged. "We all know him, he's probably on his way here after catching up on his game and not realizing what time is it OR he could be napping"

You called over Hoshi who is still pouting, clearly unhappy with the situation. "C'mere" when he didn't budged, you sat up and went over to his side, giving him a hug. "Stop being pouty, Hosh"

"Sorry, it's just that I'm disappointed." He then gave you a side eye "You ruined my OTP" his words received boisterous laughter from you and Jihoon, making him more upset.

"Maybe in a parallel universe, your match making skill is over the top" you patted his head and gave him a tighter hug.

"Y/N, you two could have make a great couple. Wonwoo is a good match for you"

"I heard my name?"

"Wonwoo!" Hoshi greeted. You released yourself from the hug and made your greetings as well. You went back to your seat, gathering some of your things to give space to the man who just came in.

"Hey, you didn't choke somewhere back, did you?" Jihoon asked, a smirk plastered on his face.

Wonwoo shook his head, confused. He didn't bother asking why and just settled himself beside you.

"Sorry I was late" he spoke as he reached out for your hand. You squeezed his and replied that it was okay, and that you weren't waiting for him for too long anyway. His eyes bore into you for too long, and as if on cue you got the message and sent your lips towards his cheek, earning a sweet smile from him.

The small interaction did not go unnoticed by your friends who were in awe with the scene that took place right in front of their salads (and burgers with fries) literally.

"You fucking liar" Hoshi spoke slowly as he recovered from what he had seen. "You told me to stop setting him up with you... And then.. fuck. I can't believe YOU" he dramatically said, looking over beside him, "Jihoon! Say something! We've been fooled!"

"Nah" was all he could say. "Congratulations to you, Y/N and Wonwoo. I am happy for you" you replied with thanks and looked at your hand that's intertwined with Wonwoo's.

On the other hand, Hoshi wasn't done, and will never be done with you unless you spill all the tea he wanted. Jihoon sensed this and smack the poor boy in the arm. "Let the couple breathe. Don't put your nose too much into their business" was he said.

It looked like he wanted to protest so you did what you think was the best thing to do to shut him up "I technically said to stop setting me up with him because we're already dating. No point in matchmaking if he's already mine, right?" your choice of words sent blood to the face of the man beside you.

Hoshi sighed in defeat. "I just want to know some details. Do you mind telling me how it all happened?" your friend cutely asked. You were about open your mouth to start the story telling but was cut off by Wonwoo who seemingly wanted to cherish your love story all by himself.

"We'll tell you some other time. For now, it'll just be for the two of us. Right, love?" he looked at you as if wanting you to confirm what he just said.

"Right" you agreed with a nod. You looked at the man beside you, happy to know that he's not just holding your hand, but your heart as well. You bring your free hand over to brush his hair. Each stroke of your hand sending him back to slumber, which he had too much. "How was your nap?" "I think i already had too much — but I don't mind sleeping some more if that meant I'd have it with you beside me" he murmured.

You giggled in response before becoming lost in your own world, not realizing that one of your friends dragged the other out of the restaurant to give you privacy.

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Hi! This is yet to be proof read and is written in the spur of the moment. I'm kinda new to these stuffs so I'm sorry if this won't pass your likings... I guess? But I'm glad to share my writings with you. Feel free to like, reblog or leave comments behind to let me know how or in what way I could improve. Thank you so much! Looking forward to nice interactions with you guys! ^^

#seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #wonwoo imagines #jihoon #hoshi #wonwoo

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creepycassidy · 2 years

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SFW Alphabet for Alt Al? 🥰

You guys are down bad omg OBVIOUSLY I WILL 😋

(Sorry this took longer than the first one, I’ve been working on a few other requests as well!!)

Alternate Universe!Albert Shaw SFW Alphabet

Warnings: cigarettes and non-graphic abuse mentions

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Albert is very affectionate and very lovey!! Honestly, he’s hugging you 24/7. He’s very big on both the physical aspects and words of affirmation. He wants you give you all of the love he never received. Sometimes he shows affection through silly magic tricks (that he probably spent forever practicing) like pulling flowers or small stuffed animals from his hat to gift to you.

Another way he shows affection is through acts of service. He wants to do for you all the time. Wash your hair, kiss your boo boos, carry you around, sometimes he’ll hand feed you food. He doesn’t mean any harm by it, and he’ll stop if you don’t like it but it just makes him very happy to take care of you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I personally think that before you started dating Al, you were probably close friends and even as a friend he always went above and beyond for you.

Doing you favors that you didn’t even really ask for tbh

Like, do you wanna come work at the hardware store with him? He’s the assistant manager, he can get you a job. That way you can see each other all the time!

He took you out to lunch a lot even as friends.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

ALBERT LOVES TO CUDDLE!! He can’t get enough of it!! His favorite ways are with you sitting in his lap, facing him with your head laid against his chest or in bed, all tangled up around each other chest to chest while you doze off.

He has a rocking chair that he likes to rock you in when you curl up in his lap. He’ll brush your hair from your eyes and kiss your forehead.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wants nothing more than to settle down with you, honestly. Domesticity is a huge part of your lives together, and almost all of the chores are done as a pair.

As I’ve stated about a million times: AL IS N O T A COOK

But he always makes it fun, if not a little hazardous-

Don’t be surprised if he slips in the kitchen or breaks a dish. He’ll be fine though, don’t worry. It’s honestly unbelievable how clumsy he is.

Blowing dish soap bubbles™

“Abracadabra!” *throws the mess he’s been meaning to clean up into the basement*

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Very awkwardly and very apologetic.

He’d kinda be a “it’s not you, it’s me” type of guy. Eek.

It would take him a little bit of working up to it.

Asks if you still want to be friends lmao

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Al is 100% committed to you, he doesn’t even want to look at anyone else now that you’re around…but he doesn’t want to rush too quickly into asking you to commit to him, especially if you’re younger. He has a little bit of a fear of your rejection, even though he’s very used to it from others and takes it in stride as best as he can/tries to laugh it off.

Once you’ve settled into being comfortable with each other for a while, that’s when he’ll give you the ring. Likely at home, after an at home dinner date or in the van, parked somewhere nice.

It’s less about being legally bound to one another, and more about the promise. Chances are, you never had a legal wedding. It was either an at home, backyard exchange with Max ‘officiating’ and your friends coming to watch, or a private exchange between just the two of you.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Al has strived over many years to be as little like his own father as possible, which means he’s usually very emotionally and physically gentle.

The pills also help control his mood, y’know.

You’re almost treated as though you’ll shatter if he’s too loud when talking to you, or too aggressive. He only speaks to you in soft tones.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes, OF COURSE and anytime he can!!

When it comes to you Al’s hugs are tight, all encompassing, and warm. He wraps his arms around your middle as snug as he can manage and pulls you into his chest, inhaling the smell of your hair and kissing the top of your head so gratefully.

If you’re shorter than he is, sometimes he’ll sit down so you can crawl into his lap and he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder.

Picks you up and spins you around, holding you tight!!

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Stupidly quick. He told you (and honestly meant it romantically as well) when you were still very much in the friends stage.

He tells you everyday. Writes it on the mirror condensation while you’re taking a shower, puts notes with your lunch.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Al can get pretty jealous, if you give him a reason to be.

Although, you wouldn’t know unless you know his mannerisms well.

He shuts down for the most part and gets very quiet and almost grumpy, distancing himself when he’s usually talkative and chatty.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Al’s kisses are warm and mostly soft. He cups his hands over your face and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs, sometimes squishing them into a funny little pucker when he’s feeling goofy.

“Mwwwwahhh!”

Peppers them all over your face and body!!

…and sometimes they turn into raspberries

He tastes vaguely like cigarettes, pop, and then mint lifesavers. (Kinda a nasty combo but uh, y’know. It is what it is.)

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Really good, actually!!

He wouldn’t ever want any of his own, but he’s kinda a child at heart and interacts really well with them.

Kids’ birthday parties are his favorite, he loves the way their eyes light up when he does magic!!

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

In bed, usually sleeping in while you’re curled into each other and Samson also sleeps at the end of the bed.

Or, in a rush to get ready for work because Albert slept through the alarm clock/just didn’t want to get up yet.

Cereal for breakfast!!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are usually spent unwinding after work together, with a hot bath w/ lots of bubbles to start and then ordering take out/attempting to make dinner (hopefully with no spills on Al’s part)

Turning on the TV as nothing more than background noise while you eat together and reflect on your day.

Al is VERY big on communication and he likes to talk about the way you both felt throughout the day, and the way you feel at the end of the day.

Finally snuggling up under the covers with Sammy at your feet

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Albert has quite a lot of trauma and he didn’t want to start dumping it on you immediately.

Mostly because it’s a lot to hear, but he also didn’t want to scare you away.

So he’d take it a bit slowly, but be very honest in what he tells you. He loves you, and trusts you with even the nastiest bits of his life. Don’t be surprised if he cries, it’s still mostly unresolved and it’s a lot to talk about.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Al, aside from everything conditioning him to grow up otherwise, is very patient.

He never gets angry at you, maybe frustrated or irritated once in a blue moon but it’s very normal.

Even though he won’t admit it, he gets angry at Max more often than he should.

In general, you have to really push and/or take advantage of Al to get him angry and even then, he tries to resolve it fairly quickly.

Anger is his least favorite feeling, it always makes him sad afterwards.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Albert is excellent at remembering the tiny and odd details about you.

Your favorite songs, how you take your coffee exactly, the smells you like and dislike, your favorite candy. He often surprises you with the things you mentioned liking in passing as little gifts.

When you met, he likely forgot your last name, but remembered your eye color.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He would have a rough time choosing one, but he can probably (maybe) choose two!!

One being the first time you hugged him. You were warm, like a safe haven for him to let his guard down. Every time he hugs you now, he feels the same way.

The second being the first time you exchanged the words “I love you.” He was so excited he scooped you up into his arms!!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

For someone who’s such a klutz, he’s also very protective over you. Physically, as well as emotionally.

Don’t think he’d hesitate to put himself between you and harms way, Al has been through a lot of abuse so he won’t stand to watch you be hurt.

He’s also emotionally protective when you’re having bad brain days. He’ll wrap his arms around you in bed to let you cry it out against his chest. He won’t ever ask you, but please, do the same for him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Al always tries to do the best he can with what he has, so things aren’t extravagant but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t put effort into them.

He doesn’t take you to fancy restaurants, but he’ll spend forever setting mood in the house exactly right or finding a place that serves your favorite foods.

Everyday tasks are always done with love, as they’re small acts of service for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a habit of putting himself down, even if he passes it off as a joke. He might laugh when he calls himself a idiot or a joke, but he’s serious on the inside.

Not so bad, but he bites his nails. It’s a nerve thing so he doesn’t really think about it when he does it until they hurt/bleed.

It’s not excessive, but Al always has a pack of cigarettes around to smoke when he’s particularly stressed out or upset. Depending on the week, that could be often or not.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not very much. He has basic hygiene, and maybe puts a little more effort into his hair with conditioner. Shaves his face regularly. Smells pretty decent, like laundry detergent, faintly of cigarettes and dog, and a little cologne/aftershave.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely, Albert honestly may need you more than you need him.

His whole life is go to work and then come home to take care of you, Sammy, and snowball with a little magic thrown in. He loves it, wouldn’t have it any other way.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I stated this above, but he has a big ol’ fluffy bunny named snowball!! She’s used for magic shows and the kids go wild over her!!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general, alcohol. Al doesn’t drink. His parents drank, Max drinks, and he doesn’t want any part of it. He thinks it tastes bad and doesn’t like what it does to people.

In a partner, probably someone stuck up or boring, without a sense of humor. Anyone too plain, in that sense. Al’s whole life is pretty much clown shoes. If his partner can’t laugh with him, it won’t work out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Uh, often.

Al is tired a lot and sleeps in whenever he can.

He also snores (hope you don’t mind) and is SUPER hard to wake up once he’s out.

He has nightmares about certain things sometimes, but they’re not worryingly often and nothing he can’t calm down from.

Can sleep in pretty much any position so sometimes you might see him on his stomach.

If you’re with him, he’s always holding onto you tight, with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried into you.

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stonebutchstories · 2 years

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Thursday

Stone butch dom top/ stone butch bottom

Robin she/they

Natalie he/him

Cw: sexual language, explicit language, domination, use of titles (sir/boy), partial undressing, oral fingering, degrading language, manhandling, sex toys, oral performed on a toy

It’s Thursday. Natalie just got a promotion at work, but its hard to celebrate in the middle of a flare up. His boy Robin has some inspiration from an outside source.

I knew before I went to bed that I’d wake up in pain. The forecast was calling for yet another gray one, and I’d had too many surprise painless days in a row. I was due for it, with my period probably starting, too. I preemptively applied some generous dabs of tiger balm to my biggest problem areas, propped everything with pillows that needs propped, and had my ibuprofen at my bedside with my other medication in a shallow trinket dish Robin had gotten me on a trip. I put my phone under my pillow, where it would be easy to call them in the morning. They hadn’t stayed the night, since they had a lecture at 7 sharp and didn’t want to wake me up early just to spend a few extra hours in pain.

I’m used to being right, but it’s a hollow victory. I guessed right about my left hip, since it’s always the first thing to ache. My left ankle is flaring up, too, today. And my neck and shoulders. Surprisingly, I hadn’t gotten my period yet. Maybe something to bring up with my endocrinologist, as a blessed side effect of microdosing T, or something to be worried about. There would have to be emails and phone calls, when I felt well enough for it.

I took the pills I set out and reapplied the balm, shuffling with my duvet into the kitchen. From there, I went about my shitty morning. Frozen breakfast, smoking my shitty bent-up spliff with the last of what I got from my med card, sending off my shitty emails to my shitty boss. I worked from home in the barest sense, mostly moving around commas in outlook online to keep my status as ‘active’. By 3, my smoke had worn off and I took a long bath, with my laptop next to me in case of a work crisis. By 5, I had fallen asleep on the couch in fresh pajamas, page 11 into the monthly faculty newsletter. By 6, Robin was home.

“Hi, Nat.” Shes smiling, already looking apologetic. She knows it was a bad day, but gives me the chance to confirm it.

“Jalen got a job offer with another dealership.”

She raises her eyebrows, trying to conjure the memory of this work drama. “Oh? … No shit, huh? Well. I guess that’s good for you, though.” They played off having no idea what I was talking about well.

“Yeah, well. I’m happy for him. It is good news for me, I think.”

“Raise or just title-wise?”

“Raise. Possibly title, which is more important with layoffs next year.”

They drop their arms out from where they had been crossed. “Natalie. That’s amazing.”

I groan from under the cushions.

They prop a knee on the couch, starting to scooch in closer to me. “I mean, you deserved it last year, in my opinion. You were more on it than most of your coworkers at the start of the pandemic. NOT giving you a raise is what would be unbelievable. I wouldn’t let them fuck me over like that.”

“Good thing they’re not fucking me over.” I don’t move.

She drops her hands. “Is this… not good news?”

I shift under the duvet. “It is good news. It’s just a bad pain day. I cant get excited about it.”

Robin slumps into me. “Oh hon.” She throws an arm over me, avoiding my bad hip, or at least what looks like it from under the covers.

I grumble. “Don’t ‘hon’ me. You sound like my mom.”

She pats my back gently, putting on my mom’s Wisco affect. “It’s okay, hon, progress isn’t linear.” She pauses. “Neither is your spine.”

I laugh in spite of myself. River knows how to get me to laugh on an off day, and it’s almost always at the expense of those corny positivity accounts my mom and siblings repost. If anybody else said this shit, I’d be rolling my eyes, but Robin can. Maybe because they’re funny, maybe because they actually sit with me to do the work and drive me to the specialist, and let me squeeze the ever-loving fuck outta their hand when I’m doing my PT exercises, and apply tiger balm to me in fascinated concentric circles. We can laugh at it together instead of me, in my little dark hole suffering and getting laughed at by my body. I love Robin’s way, and I laugh.

“After I get done with your goofy ass, NEITHER of our spines are gonna be linear.” I mime some punches.

She kneels on the floor next to the couch, putting her grinning face up close to mine.

“Oh? Gonna blow my back out, big guy?” They shake their hips suggestively. Robin’s kinda a pretty boy, despite the way she carries herself. I think it’s all in the subtle things. They shaved their head, but they have full eyelashes that sweep down and meet their early wrinkles. They wear bulky thrift menswear and ugly grandpa shirts, but the tips of their collarbones poke out of the neckline in a way that draws my mouth in magnetically. She rarely goes a week without jeers from coworkers about hickies. We enjoy being old timers in young love.

I click my tongue, trying to play off my blush. “Man. Sure would like to.”

“Hmm. Bet you would.” She brushes my hair out from my eyes, and kisses my forehead. She whispers when our heads are close. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it at work.”

I pull her in by the back of the neck. “Oh, yeah? What were you thinking about?”

She considers it for a moment, then pulls away. “Calm down, honey. I gotta make us some food first.”

I pout. “Can’t we just get takeout?”

Robin considers. “Weeeeell. You did just get that raise. We could write it off as a celebration.”

“Yessss. See, you have me enthusiastic about work.” I toss a limp arm in underwhelmed celebration. “Hooray for my raise.”

She holds my hand, rubbing over the knuckles with her thumb. She slots her back against the back of the couch, holding out her phone for the two of us to look at.

“What should we get?”

We scroll through DoorDash for a while, checking the local selection for something suitable. I’m very agreeable, hoping to pick quick and get done quicker. I wanna hear what it is had Robin distracted at work.

We order and I forget what we got the second Robin turns to face me. My mind is on one thing only. We have about forty minutes.

“Get your ass over here, pretty boy.”

They tense up, the electric charge that comes with the shift in our dynamic physically setting in. “Are we starting, sir?”

“Yes.”

Robin stands to undress. I’m not in a state to do it myself, and they know it. I’m miffed, but they know how to compensate. They lift off the many layers they came in wearing with gentle hands and breathy sighs. When I watch them, feeling up on themselves and letting the cotton fabrics slide lazily over their skin, I can imagine what it would be like to live in a body predisposed for pleasure. I might be jealous if it was anybody else, watching them lavish sensation over a body that is warm and pliant, but as it stands it just makes me want to begin.

“Robin. Grab me an ibuprofen.”

She hardens for a moment, concerned.

“Go on, pretty boy. Do as you’re told.”

That sets her off quick. I can hear her scurrying around the kitchen, a little cold in her skimpy underclothes. I’m hoping this does the trick fast- I want to fuck them harder than my body is gonna let me. She hurries back, lifting the pills to my mouth and practically pouring some tap water in.

“Jesus. A little eager, huh?”

She chuckles. “Ah, Sorry, sir.” Shes fidgeting, sitting on the hardwood in her boxers and thin tank top. She usually keeps them on even if my hands are under them. I don’t mind at all- I keep everything on. As much skin as she likes to allow me, that’s precious. I don’t want for anything but her. Still, she’s cold in this freezing-ass apartment. I pat the couch beside me.

Robin crawls under the duvet with me, legs a bit chilly from having stripped down. I can feel the thin hairs on their calves when they tangle together with me, careful not to bother my bad leg.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s been on your mind today, baby boy?”

Robin hums again. “Mostly, I was thinking of this video I saw. There’s this couple I found on OnlyFans the other day and it’s two dykes. One of em looks like you. They do some things I wanna try.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of things?”

Robin wraps an arm around my shoulders, trying to steal some body heat. She tucks her head into me and whispers into my neck, avoiding looking me in the eyes for this. “This most recent one was uh. Sucking strap.”

It’s borderline embarrassing how obviously my gaze falls on Robins lips. They have soft, full lips that hum out gentle contentment at almost everything I say. She tells me she hums like that because she likes the sound of my voice, how I’m confident, how I’m unshakable. She says she’s agreeing with the way I carry myself, giving perpetual yesses to what I am. Hearing that they think those things makes them true, even when I disagree. Robin’s always chewing something while she works, and I focus on that rhythmic movement in her jaw as much as she focuses on what she’s getting done. So intent, and calm. I imagine tilting her head up and away from her laptop screen, facing those focused, drooping eyes at me as I stand above her and sink my fingers deep. And the fucking sound that would give me, God, I need to feel it in my fingerprints.

I brush my pointer and ring finger against their lower lip, testing. I don’t want to startle them. Some times, I worry about being too much too quickly for Robin. They’re sensitive like that. They lean in instantaneously, delighting in the feeling. They lift their head away from my neck and into my touch.

“Like this?”

I go slow, and they yield for me without breaking our eye contact. They nod and hum eagerly, eyes fluttering shut. Her jaw goes slack and I press my fingers in. Robin hums against them, and a warm vibration travels up my arm and to my brain, one that makes every nerve become so much more alive. I feel all the delicate slides and wriggles of her tongue in my fingers, every sensation she can possibly give me. The soft walls of her cheeks, smooth and slippery teeth brushing against my knuckles. She sucks gently, mostly just letting her mouth go limp against the motions, cause she’s the kind who gets embarrassed at the sound of her own desperation. I don’t mind it, it just means we have to take our time. And that means I will be fucking her slow. I squeeze my legs together and shudder, ache be damned.

“Sir.” She says as best she can around the fingers pumping sweetly in and out of her mouth. I slip them all the way out so she can speak, for now.

“Yes?”

“In the video, the one getting fucked had their arms pinned.”

I grin. God. Fuckin’ Robin, man.

“That so?”

They hum.

“Well, you know I’m a sucker for a faithful adaptation.”

I turn her onto her stomach, quick enough that it sends a shock down my shoulder blade. I grit through it, maybe pushing her down into the cushions a little extra hard. I catch her arms in one hand, and lean myself over her to hold her down. They yelp in surprise and curl their legs together.

“S-so rough with me today, sir.”

“Sorry. My shoulder.” I chuckle apologetically.

“I don’t mind.”

Ah. I tentatively roll my knee, the one forked between her legs. She moans.

“You want it like this , baby boy? I’m surprised at you. Youve been so soft lately.”

It’s true. Robin has been on a bit of a vanilla streak. I think it’s the cold weather, it makes them want to cuddle up and go to bed before we can work up to anything more rough. Whatever’s broken the streak is welcome.

“Hmm. I’ve got an itch I need to scratch. I need you to push me.”

“Push how?” I want specifics. I still myself completely, waiting for them to tell me exactly how hard and where.

“Like, physically. With your hands. Hold me still. Make me choke just a little. Push down hard, and don’t let go.”

That last line catches on something, and I know this isn’t about the sex. Something is on Robin’s mind tonight. The force of it is what really carries the appeal for them, the tight embrace and relief. I know they must be hurting, trying to transform the ache of worry into sharpness, a momentary sting and then a sigh. They want to be held as tightly as possible, broken in to allow them to feel more freely. This, I understand. We live in pain in different ways, but it feels so good to convert it into the type of pain we can both understand.

I sneak my unoccupied hand over her shoulder, winding my fingers back in her mouth. She shivers. I can tell she wants to speak, but she likes having her mouth fucked by my hands too much to interrupt yet.

Robin squirms underneath me, steaming up underneath our covers. They shift their shoulders side to side, testing just how trapped they are. They don’t budge much. They moan hard against my fingers and the realization that they are at my mercy.

“Cant break free, huh, baby boy?” I move my hands to allow a response.

“No, sir.” Shes reveling in this, smiling into the cushions of our couch.

I almost laugh. “All that gratitude, for this?” I push down on their pinned hands, insisting my ownership. I click my tongue. “Such a whore.”

Robin wriggles underneath me and whines. I resume my movement in their mouth, pushing deeper down their throat and swirling my two fingers in possessive patterns. I’m tracing over her lips, her tongue, her teeth, well and truly fucking her mouth. While I’m at it, I crank my grip of their arms upwards, pushing how far they can take. They try to speak around my fingers, but I’m feeling devilish. I speed them up. The words come out as messy chokes and moans.

“What was that?”

I keep pounding as they whine in protest. I add a third finger, curling it against their tongue. It’s starting to sound properly dirty, how I like, and Robin’s pretty hums and sighs are only adding to it. They try to repeat themselves, but fail again.

“Didn’t anybody ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full? God, It’s like you WANT to be punished tonight.”

They mumble something into my spit-slicked fingers. I pull my hand out of her mouth.

“Go on, baby.”

Robin gets timid, pressing their face into the sofa before blurting out their desire.

“Punish me, sir.”

Fuuuck. I want to. My ibuprofen hasn’t kicked in as quick as I’d hoped, but I can still throw my boy around enough for the next thirty minutes. Maybe after dinner I’ll be up to the challenges, and I can well and truly break her in.

I move the hand that was fucking her mouth to the back of her head and push down. She’s buried facedown on the couch now, keening softly. I carefully set up on my hips, testing to see how much I can realistically thrust. It’s not gonna work. My shoulders aren’t in shape for a proper spanking, either. Luckily the focus is on their mouth, and I have a pretty good solution.

“Pretty boy.”

She hums in response, like it’s her name. I let her up.

“Yes, sir?” Shes still pinned down by my legs, but turns over her shoulder to face me. I get a good look at them, seeing how full and flushed her lips got from being fucked. Her eyes are a little watery, too. I wish I’d kept going, I barely got started.

“Go to our room,” I trace a finger under her chin. “And pick which cock you want me to fuck you with.”

They shiver. They’re about to give me my ‘yes sir’, but they hesitate.

“Uh, what do you… um. Where do you mean, sir?”

Ah. Sometimes Robin gets shy about actually taking my cock in certain ways. Shes not stone in the same way I am, she sometimes enjoys taking it vaginally so long as we’re careful. She’s very sweet and obedient, but I get the sense tonight might need to be a different speed.

“Your mouth, honey. You’re gonna get yourself off tonight.”

She whines, not suspecting that.

“Noooo!” they whine and thrash around a little. It’s so cute.

“Oh, come on, baby boy. I know you’re desperate enough. You asked to be punished, too. Maybe I shouldn’t let you cum at all.”

“N-no, because-“ Robin tries to push up from the couch, but I shove a firm hand at the base of her shoulders. They grumble indignantly, enjoying the force but bitter at being denied. “The butch in the video got to cum.”

I laugh, quiet. “You and your videos.” I bend over to kiss them on the wrist. It’s their favorite, they say it makes them feel taken care of. Robin sighs.

“Please, sir. I’ll be so good for you.”

I kiss again.

“I’m sure you will.” I slap her ass over the boxers, and I feel her hips jerk into my thigh. With that, I let Robin up. “Go. Fetch.”

It’s all a little humiliating for them with commands like that, but I happen to have it on good authority that Robin likes to be told what to do. Especially in degrading tones. They hurry out.

I test my movement in my hip socket again, wiping off my wet fingers from fucking their mouth. I don’t normally ‘push through’ the pain for my work or my family, but I don’t mind the burning feeling when it comes with benefits. When I wake up tomorrow, it will be a different kind of ache, and I’ll have them in my arms.

Robin returns, shaking gently. At first I think it’s a shiver, then I realize it maybe is nerves, once I get a good long look at the strap she picked out. I have four, of various sizes and materials. The one they’ve picked out is a beautiful custom piece, marbled silicone with striped and bands of gold that look like veins. It’s the largest by far. I got it for a small fortune off an custom seller last year, and havent been using it much since, unfortunately. It was just a little too big to play with for Robin, so it’s mostly been a showpiece. That said, Robin sucks cock very well. Even if they can’t take my biggest size, they clearly want to suck it. In their other hand, I see they picked out my harness and bullet vibe.

“What are those for?”

Robin stiffens in embarrassment. “U-um, I thought maybe… I’d be sucking you off while kneeling?”

I grin smugly. “Is that what you thought?”

She nods.

“Why don’t you kneel, then?”

They drop, almost alarmingly, to the floor. They extend the toys to me. I smile a little, and muss their hair, which they lean into. I can feel the tips of her ears getting cold when I play with her hair, so I hurry and throw the duvet over them.

“Get comfortable. I don’t want you kneeling with bare knees on the hardwood. It’s too cold today, anyways.”

They smile wistfully.

“Hm.”

“Hmm?”

The rest their chin on my knee. “You love me.”

I pause. Robin has an instinct for keeping me on my toes.

“How you figure?”

“Earlier. You said ‘our room.’ You called it our room.”

Goddamn it. They’ve got me there. I didn’t even realize I had said it. Technically this is just my apartment, but it might as well be our room.

I lean in and kiss them gently. They lean forward, letting me kiss deeper, tasting how hot and wet I made their mouth when I was playing with it. I cradle her head in my hand, and break just as gentle as we started.

My eyes flick between their mouth and eyes. She’s got deep dark eyes cover me entirely in every glance, and they make me so warm I don’t even notice the chill in the room. She grabs my wrist to keep it at her cheek, and leans into the warmth of my palm. And I hate to admit it, but I’ve been caught in the act of having this feeling, haven’t I?

“Huh.” I right myself, clearing my throat. “Still fucking your mouth.”

She shines, looking up and in adoration. “You better. I want you to go hard, too.”

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” I kiss them again. “Let me get it on, then.”

I shift to the side, enough to pull the harness briefs over my sweats. The spandex is a little tight, but I manage to tug them over myself without much trouble from my bad hip. Robin scoots over to me with the duvet under their knees when I’m situated. I pop the strap into the harness with some effort, since the standard O-ring isn’t really suited for something so big. She’s gleefully watching me struggle with it, knowing just how big it’s going to feel slipping down her throat.

Once everything is in place, she wastes no time. They didn’t bring any lube out, but their mouth is wet enough from earlier that my cock is dripping with their spit with just the head in their mouth.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

She bobs her head down tentatively and gently moans. The duvet wraps around their body, leaving the tops of their shoulders and neck visible to me. I particularly enjoy this view, leaving enough skin for me to sweep my first two fingers over their shoulders as they suck. The sound of her reaction is sweet, a deep sigh of contentment. I like to touch her softly, almost too softly, and watch her jump and squirm under the feeling. She shudders forward a few inches down my cock, and I hear a stifled choke. That’s what I’m looking for.

Since they got that haircut there isn’t a lot to pull on anymore, but I place my palm around their neck, trapping the curve of their chin between my thumb and pointer finger. I squeeze slightly, feeling Robin’s hot pulse on my palm.

She moans hard, and I remember after the fact that Robin is into choking. She pauses, eager to see if I’ll continue. I don’t choke her, at least not right now. Instead, I nudge the back of their head down my cock further. Just there, I can feel the beginning of a bulge in her throat. Robin registers what I’m doing and I see the embarrassment and arousal dawn over their face, savoring it along with the feeling. She bobs her head on it some more, starting to test just how far she can take. Every so often, they look up at me, pleading for something with big teary eyes and a dirty moan.

I’m starting to get into it , especially once Robin starts massaging my inner thighs with her hands. She knows not to get too close with her touch, and centers her attention where she knows it’ll make me hard. It works like a charm; I’m starting to shake under their hands just slightly, enough to test their gag reflex. Like always, they do so well for me, and I let myself go a bit harder.

“You’re so good at this, baby boy.”

I don’t get a verbal response, Robin just drags their nails down my thighs, tilting their head to the side and into my hand. They speed up, wet gagging slipping out of their mouth along with the spit. I notice under the duvet that they’re starting to slide a hand under their briefs, looking up at me for permission.

“Did you want the vibe, or was that for me?”

Robin pops my cock out of her mouth with a rugged pant, and she blinks out a single wobbly tear.

“You, sir. If you want.”

They plunge back down like they need my cock in their mouth, like it feels wrong empty. I slide the bullet vibe under my boxer briefs, trying to click it to life and into the perfect position. I watch her mouth while I do, mirroring her soft circular motions on myself, feeling her mouth without feeling. I involuntarily jerk and moan, which makes her laugh under her breath.

“Something funny?” I squeeze her throat, feeling how the bulge has moved even further down than before. They’re practically deepthroating it.

Robin tries to shake their head as best they can, all obedient and sweet, but it’s too late.

“Speak up, baby.”

Their eyes go wide. I still have them possessively anchored in place, mouth full. I palm the back of her head, shoving her all the way down on the strap. They sputter and moan in deep satisfaction. I know they can take it deep if they stay still, but they asked to be punished and choked and facefucked, so I pull them back up by the hair and shove them again in one continuous motion.

“That’s right. Fucking take it.”

“Mh-“ Robin rubs over my thighs with their thumbs, in a choppy pattern much simpler than earlier. She’s a little preoccupied.

I grasp the back of her neck and speed up the bobbing motions, moaning openly at the slick gagging and choking sounds. They whimper.

“Fuck, baby boy. Just like that.”

I feel them start to slump into me, going slack and letting me set a punishing pace. The weight of their body presses the base of my strap into me, nudging the vibe down hard. It’s the right spot, and it’s just enough to make me cum.

I yank them away so I can watch the spit trail from my cock to her mouth to the floor when I cum. Robin looks at me with glassy eyes and pants gently, and it’s a fucking sight to behold.

“Was I good, sir?”

“Fuck. Come here, baby.”

I pull them up by the scruff of their neck to lie on the couch with me. We scoot in close together under the big duvet, warm and comfortable. I scratch at their prickly shaved head and we both do our best to breathe again until we’re perfectly synced. They tuck their nose into my collarbone and sigh.

“You’re gonna put me to sleep, touching my hair like that.”

“I hope not. Our order should be here any-“

Robin shoots up. “Oh my god, I forgot!”

Dinner was delightful. We watched our favorite show and shared more Rangoon than anybody has any business eating in one sitting. She kissed me on the forehead and I kissed her on the wrists until we fell asleep. When we woke up hours later, the blueness of the full moon on snow had coated the room and ourselves. We rolled together that way a few times more until morning. Robin says it again- “you love me.” And I can’t redirect the intensity of that feeling with jokes or distracting touches; it flows through everything I do. Every unconscious action is an expression of that love, but I decide to express it out loud for good measure.

“Yeah, baby. I do.”

#butch4butch #stone lesbian #stone butch #stone4stone #transmasc lesbian #nonbinary lesbian #mine #sorry it’s been ages #I’ve been busy doing nothing #sexy text abt regular ppl is my thing #i cant stand sexy stuff w no context #tell me abt their lives. do they have dreams #tell me

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koolkat9 · 2 years

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For the make a blurb thing, 👄 first kiss and 🚪showing up at the others door for comfort with prupan please?

Oooh okay! Thank you!

👄 sharing their first kiss

🚪 showing up at the other’s door, begging for comfort

No Time Like the Present

Kiku awoke with a gasp, reaching out into the darkness for someone though he was all alone in his hotel room. Right, his hotel room. Not the 1990s in Germany, caring for a sickly nation who was on the verge of death. He took a few deep breaths, looking around the room, assuring himself that he was safe and that everything was okay.

He laid back down when he felt a little calmer, but sleep still elude him and he couldn’t get out of his mind the image of a man with snow white hair laying motionless in his bed, breath slow and weak, frame so small and thin, face emotionless and hallow. He knew Gilbert was fine and this was no more than a memory coming back to haunt him, but at this rate he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep. Perhaps he could just go and check on the man to be sure.

As Kiku walked down the hall towards Gilbert’s room, guilt began to sink in. Gilbert was one to stay up late and have a terrible sleep schedule in general, but maybe this time he had went to be early and Kiku would be waking him up. Maybe he should turn back. Then again he was already at the room. After a minute or two of internal debate, he decided to just knock.

“Oh hey Kiku,” Gilbert greeting. If he had been asleep, he didn’t showing considering how boisterous and alert he seemed. “What are you doing up at this time?”

“Uh...W-Well um...It’s silly really but...”

“Your eyes look a little red.” Gilbert’s smile fell into a serious frown as he looked over his friend. Hands came to rest on Kiku’s shoulders as he was turned and jostled around as Gilbert inspected him for any physical damage.

“I-I’m alright,” Kiku stuttered out, feeling his face heat up. “Just a little nightmare is all. I-I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Gilbert stopped his analysis, turning Kiku once more so they were facing each other. “Ah, one of those dreams huh?”

Kiku simply nodded.

“Welp, you can come in for a bit and calm down. That always helps Ludwig. Having the person nearby helps you know?”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t going to bed any time soon anyways.”

Kiku hesitantly took a step inside. When he stood awkwardly in the entrance way, Gilbert placed a hand on his back and began to push him towards the bed to sit down. Kiku tensed under the touch.

“Shit sorry. I should have warned you.”

“I-Its fine. It just surprised me is all.”

Gilbert gave him an apologetic smile as Kiku took a seat. “Would you like tea or anything?” he asked, leaning against the desk.

“I’m good, but thank you.”

“Do you want to talk about your dream, it may make you feel better.”

“I-I rather not. It’s not so bad now.” Kiku let out an awkward laugh. “I’m just getting worked up over nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” Gilbert said, turning very serious. His red eyes pierced into Kiku making him tense.

“S-Sorry...But I’d rather not think of it.”

Gilbert joined him on the bed. “Are you sure.”

“Mhm. Frankly, I barely remember any of the details, so I’m okay.”

“Good.”

The two lapsed into silence. For once Gilbert was at a lose for words and Kiku couldn’t help but smile at the facial expressions the former nation made as he tried to figure out what to say. Without really thinking, Kiku leaned forward, brushing a few strands of hair out of the way before placing a kiss on Gilbert’s cheek. “Thank you,” he murmured, pulling away awkwardly.

Gilbert’s quickly looked away, face flushed a deep red. “Uh...N-No problem.”

“D-Do you mind if I stay here tonight.” Normally Kiku wouldn’t be this forward, but perhaps it was his lack of sleep that brought down his walls. That or his dream had shaken him more than he wanted to admit, making him realize that life, even for a mostly immortal being like themselves could be unpredictable. He wanted to make the most of it and he would start with making his feelings known.

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msilwrites · 2 years

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(3AM Story) ODD Women Series- Captivated (Short Story)

A/N: Hi guys, another short story here. Based on how I actually "met"(Actually more like how he first caught my eye) Oscar Isaac, and that was from the movie, The Two Faces of January . I was bewitched (haha!) of course. Then I backtracked and saw his role as King John (oh man you'd get pissed at him, which makes him a good villain) and then there were really creepy roles (LOL!). But the opening of "Star Wars", and seeing his face was what got me BEWITCHED, ENTHRALLED, ENCHANT, CAPTIVATED, HOOKED... the list of adjectives goes on! So I am going to use that feeling that I felt, and create a story out of it. I hope you enjoy this one!

I do not have a name for the FL, so for now, it's (y/n)

For now, this is a one-shot, because I don't know if I will get another inspiration or idea or be provided with such to expand this story.

SYNOPSIS: The first time she first laid eyes on him, their eyes met... and she knew she was captivated... and also in trouble.

C A P T I V A T E D

(Y/N) sighed as she looked around her surroundings, waiting for her friends. They promised they'd be back in five minutes from the loo. But it seems that it will take longer than that, especially now that other guests have arrived, crowding the hallways of the Coliseum theatre. Without a doubt, the queue at the toilets will be long.

It was the opening night for the production "The Barber of Seville". Guests dressed to the nines have already entered the hallways of the theatre. Mingling and drinking champagne that was carried in trays by the wait staff.

When the tray passed her, she refused to take a glass, knowing that it was a bad idea to have a bladder full during the first part of the play. Being a frequent audience during her days in the sixth form, she knew and experienced it first hand. She chuckled at the thought, remembering her younger days. However, it also reminded her that the year that followed were dark, and she had lost her love for the simple things, such as this. But now, as she gradually heals, and moves forward, the appreciation for the small things she loved also came back.

Whilst waiting, her eyes wandered around the posters on the wall, reading about the upcoming productions to watch out for. But when she turned to look at another poster, something else caught her eye.

In the crowded sea of people... there he was, a beautiful man, wearing a sharp, dark blue, double-breasted suit, paired with a black turtle neck underneath. Drinking and laughing, amongst his companions. Deep-set eyes, chiselled face, dimples, wavy, salt-pepper hair added to his strong dignified but not imposing aura. He was the epitome of the word, Handsome!

Damn...

She didn't realize that she had been staring at him for a little longer than she should have until their eyes met. She was frozen in place and did not look away, it was as if his gaze was drawing her to him.

He smiled at her and then winked, and then raised his glass of champagne to her, which snapped her out of her trance. He obviously noticed her, but her eyes still couldn't leave him. She was, without a doubt, captivated by this man.

Alarms started ringing in her head. This feeling was nothing new to her. But she knew she'd be in trouble if she were to linger in it further.

With a sigh, she responded with an apologetic smile, before she turned around and left to head in another direction, away from his curious gaze.

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As the crowd climbed the stairs of the theatre entrance, (y/n) and the mysterious man's eyes met again from a distance. But this time, she quickly tore her gaze away and looked for her friends and her respective seats. Thankfully, the man was seated all the way to the other side when she checked. However, when she looked over his direction, there he was, still staring at her.

She quickly looked away once more and paid attention to one of her friends complaining that the environment felt cold, whilst the other reprimanded the primary about not bringing a shawl to keep her warm. Her friends were both dressed in cocktail dresses like most women were inside the theatre, no wonder a lot of them started to feel cold.

And speaking of clothes, it made her curious as to why the mysterious man responded to her with such curiosity. She wasn't even wearing anything fancy. In fact, she could feel still his gaze, far from the other side of the theatre.

Whilst the rest of the women were dressed in show-stopping cocktail dresses, her clothes were composed of a midi pencil skirt and a ruffled sleeve top, which could've made her look like a librarian, if not for the statements jewellery, shoes, and other accessories she paired it with. The coordinates were inspired with comfort in mind. As she wanted to be comfortable inside the cold air of the theatre.

So it made her wonder, as to why he looked at her with such interest, despite the fact that she refused to stand out like the rest.

"Perhaps, he's looking for a new target? a new victim? and I looked just like that?" she inferred. It sounded negative and self-deprecating. But this was coming from somewhere. Suspicion and caution weren't anything new to her. She had bad experiences in the past and had been a target of really terrible guys, because of her naive, insecure, past-self. But quickly reminded herself that she is older, and wiser now, so she should know better. And that man... well... she knew she was in trouble.

She immediately let go of such thoughts, when the theatre lights dimmed, as a sign of the play starting soon.

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The after-party was held at some posh lounge bar, not far away from the theatre.

Whilst (Y/N) friends' attention was on the casts of the opera, and orchestra, and going far as to mingle with them. She immediately headed to the buffet table, taking a bit of canape here and there, before intending to go to the bar to order herself a drink. However, she stopped in her tracks, when she saw the man across the room once again.

It only took a few seconds, for him to meet her gaze. With a smile, the man excused himself to his friends, got up, buttoned his blazer close, and seemed to be headed in her direction. His intense gaze never tore away from her.

There it was again, alarms were ringing. Once she realized that he was really headed in her direction, she quickly turned around, walking fast, hoping to lose him in the crowd. Which she thankfully did. When she found him whilst hiding in a corner, looking around for her. she takes another direction to the bar, where he won't see her.

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The hour passed like a blur, as she listened to her friend's stories, whilst asking the bartender for another drink.

"(Y/N), that gorgeous man... he's looking at you!" Ivy, her friend whispers in her ears, teasing her.

"Huh? No!" she laughs. "He must be looking at one of you" she states, as she takes a sip of her drink, and looks to see who was it. Much to her chagrin, it was the same man whom she had been ogling at.

Their gaze met once more and after that, he excused himself from the conversation he was having with his friends and then headed straight to her direction, his gaze fixed on her, and the crowded room did not deter him.

"Oh my... he's heading here! he's heading here!" her other friend, Isla, repeated excitedly whilst looking at her.

"Well, it's been a long night my friends, I think I'd be heading home now, just call me out to dinner whenever you're free!" (y/n) says, as she got up from the stool, planning to make her escape.

However, before she could even do so, Ivy pulled her back and sat her back down.

"Hey!" (y/n) protested.

"He's coming for you (y/n), it is rude to leave just like that" Ivy teased.

"Yes! (y/n), how can you run away from that!!" Isla chimed in, pointing out how gorgeous the stranger looked.

"Don't be anxious, just be yourself, darling!" Ivy encouraged, squeezing her shoulders.

"Oh come on, he's not coming for me, he's looking at one of you!" was her response, shaking her head at her friends' silliness. However, before she could protest further, the man had already reached them.

"Hi..." was his first greeting to the three of them.

Her friends greeted him with a high pitched "hi" whilst, hers was an octave lower with a suspicious look written on her face.

" There must be something wrong with my eyes—I can’t seem to take them off of you. " was his pick-up line, definitely directed at her. As they had been staring at each other all throughout the night. However, she moved away from his line of sight, which made it look like he was staring at one of her friends.

But her friends pushed her back forward in her seat, and this time, she had no choice but to look straight back at him, unable to look away from those mesmerizing pair of warm brown eyes.

"Well (y/n), he clearly means you, darling!" Ivy winked at her, and Isla mouthed "enjoy!" before they left.

"Wait, you're just leaving me?" she complained, turning in their direction, however. Before she could stand up and catch up to them, the man had sat on the barstool next to her, dashing her hopes of escape.

"Oh... I" she was speechless, especially now that this beautiful man was finally right next to her.

"Hi, how are you?" he asked, as a smile spread across his face. His dimple made him look more adorable.

"I..." this conversation was finally happening. She paused for a while, and then decided to be herself. There was no use pretending to be someone else because it would be tiring. She was no longer the needy, young girl who aimed to please. If this man loses interest in her during the conversation, though it might be painful, then so be it.

"I'm fine... doing well, If I was any better, then vitamins would be taking me. Why do you ask? are you a doctor?" was her witty response. And with that, he threw his head back laughing. Finding it hilarious.

"No, I'm not a doctor... but I do manage a pharma," he said, referring to his posts as the current CEO of a large pharmaceutical.

"I see... so you're a drug dealer then!" she exclaimed.

Another hearty laugh came out of him, "You are amusing!" he lets out. "Yes, I suppose I am." he leans back and looks at her, his eyes and mouth wrinkled as his smile broadens. "Oscar..." he stretches his hand out for a handshake.

A/N: I will be doing some correction just in case I’ve made some errors (which I definitely did!) I’m really sorry if I’ve not written in a while. There was too much in my plate and my health problem. I’m trying my best to let out all this creative constipation, so I’m slowly writing out and publishing my drafts. I hope you enjoyed this short one. As mentioned I do not know when I will get an idea to make a sequel out of it so I’ll leave it a “one-shot”.

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chaoticgremlinwholikescheese · 1 year

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I Just Want to be Numb

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Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley

Protective Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

mention of alcohol/substance abuse

author is projecting onto Buck like usual

Eddie can't sleep. His mind won't stop running. He's worried about Buck. Buck, who is a responsible adult who doesn't technically live here, and therefore can handle himself and do whatever he wants at whatever hour. Yet he can't stop worrying. Buck sleeps at the Diaz house almost every night. He joins them for dinners and helps cook breakfasts. The fact that he didn't join them for dinner tonight doesn't mean anything. He doesn't have to text that he's not coming over for dinner. Except he never misses dinner without texting first, and that's on the rare occasion he ever misses dinner. In fact, Eddie can't remember the last time that Buck ate a dinner over at his own place.

Eddie can't help it. He texts Buck.

EDDIE: Hey, you alright? You weren't home for dinner

The text is so domestic. Eddie would be embarrassed, but it's exactly the kind of domesticity that has become the norm between the two of them. It had become the norm long before they crossed the line from best friends to partners. When exactly they crossed that line is unclear. They never said anything about it. There was a silent agreement between the two of them. And one day, without even thinking, Eddie kissed Buck on his way out the door. It was so natural that neither of them realized until Chris started laughing. Eddie would have apologized, but Buck had gotten up and firmly kissed him. And that was it, they were partners from then on. They had talked about it later, of course, but even then it had just been about what they were. They had settled on the term 'partners'. That's what they were and had always been; partners.

The sound of the door unlocking releases some of the anxiety in Eddie's chest. He climbs out of bed and goes to meet Buck in the living room. Buck has his back to him at first, focused on putting down his things. When he turns around, the worry that had eased returns. Buck's eyes are rimmed with red, clearly from tears. When he sees Eddie, he gives him an apologetic look. He tries to smile but it's more like a grimace.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't. I was already up."

They stand in silence for a moment before Buck speaks.

"My parents are back in town." Without any further explanation, that is enough to explain Buck's current state.

"Let's go sit down, yeah?" Eddie holds out his hand. Buck takes it. He gently leads Buck to the kitchen, only separating their hands to grab some mugs for tea. He silently asks Buck if he wants some. Buck nods. Eddie puts the kettle on and pulls down the tea Buck likes. There's silence the entire time the water heats. Buck is lost in his own head, Eddie lost in watching Buck. He catches the kettle just before it whistles so as not to wake Chris. Once the tea is made, he gestures for Buck to join him on the couch. The silence continues. Buck clutches his mug so tight his knuckles are white.

"You know how I don't get drunk?"

Eddie nods. He's never seen Buck completely drunk. He'll get tipsy, sure, but never shit-faced.

"I don't like feeling out of control. And drunk Buck is...sad. Quiet. Depressing. I don't want people to see me like that. It's embarrassing. But after seeing them I just- I went to a bar. I wanted to get drunk. Not for the pleasure of drinking. I wanted to feel that numbness that comes with being drunk. I sat there for hours. I couldn't do it." Buck rubs a hand over his face. "I know that sounds pathetic." He laughs, but it's without any humor.

"It's not."

"It's moments like these that I wish I liked getting drunk. I want to feel numb. Forget everything." His chest stutters as he breathes. "I didn't even know they were in town. They're here to visit Maddie. Apparently they decided that coming a few days early and cornering me in my loft was the best way to talk. It was bad. It always is. I didn't know what to do. I could have forced them out, or called someone, but I froze. It was like I was a kid all over again. I just let them walk all over me."

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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A Taste to Remember

Horrortober Day 26: Stalk “I am always with you.”

It’s kind of funny how the randomizer mostly changed fandoms from day to day, but here we are, two times Obey Me! and two times Genshin coming up lol It be like that, oh well. In this scenario, I tried to ruin every possible way to imagine food, have fun! :D

Warnings: Yandere, Jealousy, Stalking, Too many (bad) food references, Slight sexual innuendos, PDA, Forced Kiss Characters: Beelzebub x Reader

If you were a food, you’d be the most desirable meal out there.

Not just yummy, not just pretty. Not a memory one had about a dish they tasted a long time ago. You weren’t just fit for making a picture and putting them out into the world wide web, not ‘too sweet’ or ‘too spicy’. If anything, you were the kind of food everyone longed for and couldn’t wait to eat. At least, to Beel, that’s what you were.

He briefly pulled down his mask to take a sip of his extra-large drink, his shades sliding down his nose, and he could finally look at you again in all your desirable beauty. His brothers would tell him to leave and go home, but he didn’t come all the way out here without having a taste now. You were here, after all. What else could he want other than to be in your presence?

However, the demon at your side - your study partner - was the lucky one today. Not Beel and not anyone he could tolerate. He was having his chance at taking a bite out of you, taste you on his tongue, and maybe dip into the delicious ice cream you were holding in your hand. Beel tensed, watching that other demon lick his spoon, taking the place that should be rightfully his. There was a boiling passion inside of him to tear out the tongue of this guy.

Admittedly, Beel was at fault too. His life was very much structured, as in, when he was finally free of his RAD duties, training, he’d get his daily fill of delicacies. But missing out on the chance to have his fill of you was bothering him more than he wanted to admit. You were at this delicacy hotspot, and yet, if it wasn’t your food, then Beel didn’t want it. If it wasn’t dripping from your lips, he did not want to lick it up, and what was the point of eating if you didn’t feed him?

Beel needed you more than you knew. He needed you to be able to chew down all the nutritions a strong demon like him needed. You were the bond between him and food because nothing truly tasted good anymore since you came to live with the brothers. And yet, your hand was preoccupied being played with by some demon undeserving of your attention. You were too kind to refuse this date when he offered it, but he was not worth sharing ice cream with you and bask in your presence. Hear your laugh and enjoy your tenderness. God, you were too good for everyone in this room, including Beel.

And yet, if there had to be an equal, it had to be Beel, right? Only he could appreciate your true self, the taste of your soul. Only Beel knew how you feel against his mouth, the ecstatic touch to his body and heart. He shouldn’t have come uninvited, watching you from the corner of the room. Beel should have been out there, living his life like he always did before meeting you. But without you, it all seemed pointless.

It wasn’t made better by having to watch some filthy demon sullying this delicious, full-course meal you were. Beel doubted that the other guy knew even one of your many tastes, and though Beel wouldn’t be able to hold back from gobbling you up either if he ever had the chance, he knew at least he could appreciate the varieties dripping from you like the chocolate sauce from your ice cream. Your kindness, your strength. The boldness yet tactfulness you displayed, mixed with how amazing you were from head to your toes. Your smell alone was enough to turn heads in the streets.

But no, he was out of line for being here, watching over you like a demon of envy. The other guy looked at his wristwatch briefly, apologetically excusing himself to go to the bathroom, and you were sweet enough to see him off with a smile. Tapping his fingers against the table, it was so hard to resist walking up to you and leave something with you that would deter any other demon from coming too close. Beel wished that taking a bite out of your shoulder wouldn’t mean pain for you, so he’d never have to stop creating new wounds and licking them at the same time.

Beel did realize, however, that he couldn’t stay and watch on. Staying would mean he might lose his nerves after all. Maybe he’d smash that other guy’s head, or perhaps he’d just eat you up so no one could lay a hand on you. There was no one more worthy of having a taste than Beel was. He just knew that given the chance, this other demon would ravage you. Eat you up with skin and bones. And in that case, Beel couldn’t just sit idly as someone else tried to take what was his.

Standing up abruptly, the tables around him stared at him in confusion, but he ignored them completely—all of his thoughts were fixated on you. Finally, you noticed the towering figure marching towards you, unusually covered with his cap, shades, and mask. And yet, your eyes lit up at Beel’s appearance as they should, a smile curling on these scrumptious lips of yours as if to lure him towards you more.

“Beel! I didn’t know you are here too--”

You called out to him, but he cut you off with an unexpected kiss. Beel had to. He couldn’t leave without this. There was no way he could leave without making sure you were still mouth-watering delicious, his tongue licking at your lips until you let it in to suck at your essence. Your face was heating up like a gas grill on the highest setting, hands helplessly sinking into his shirt after giving up on pushing him away. But Beelzebub merely continued, wanting to leave the same burning desire he felt inside of you. Because if anyone tried to kiss you after him, you’d always compare them to Beel’s addicting kiss, and you’d shy away, not wanting to sully the taste he left on you.

“I am always with you,” he muttered against your lips as you two parted to breathe. Hot, messy air exchanged between you, and he could still taste you in it. Beel, too, would be a memory you kept remembering with this kiss. Until you could no longer wait for it to happen again and come to him. Brushing through your hair, he took a deep breath, smelling your unique scent that added to your flavor.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” he breathed out, finding it almost too hard to hold back. He wanted you now, eat you up right there on the table. But he wouldn’t. Whatever was needed to resist, he’d do it. So he walked off, leaving you behind bothered by the lingering kiss and his ominous message, so he could wait it out at home. Maybe he’d need to punch a wall, fill his stomach with meals out of desperation, or spend some time alone behind a locked door.

But food always tasted best when he was hungry.

And Beel was starving for you.

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spilledkauffie · 3 years

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Meet Cute

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x DogMom!Reader Word Count: 1.8k T/W: fluffyyyy A/N: I know it’s a trope, but I love it!

Can you imagine Bucky with a puppy?!?!

Managing six dogs at once wasn’t exactly easy, but you did it rather gracefully, at least most of the time. Today however, you fumbled with your keys at your apartment door when two dogs suddenly, and swiftly wrapped around you, pulling opposite directions. With a small shocked squeak at being squeezed, you accidentally dropped both your keys and a leash, one out of six wasn’t bad, but it was still a loose puppy, trotting around the apartment hall like he owned the place.

“Peanut!” You yelled out of sheer concern as the baby dachshund gallivanted towards the stairs, as if it were his prison break at last, “Peanut, sweetie, come here!” You called again, eyebrows furrowing during your attempt to untwist the other leashed from around you, as he got closer and closer to that first step which was far too steep for him to comfortably and safely make wihtout tumbling down the rest.

You watched in sheer panic as his short stout front legs took the leap of faith with ears flying freely in the air like he was Dumbo. You anticipated the little yelp that would absolutely break your heart— Thankfully there was a soft landing platform neither of you had prepared for. Underneath Peanut appeared two hands covered in black gloves. The small dog fit perfectly in the hands as he wagged his tail, beyond proud of the heart attack he nearly gave you. Sighing, you leaned into the door of your apartment for support.

“Whoa there,” the saviour said, bringing the pup up with him as he stood, having had to dip to catch the pup on the stairs, after glancing at the shining silver bone shaped name tag he met the dog’s eye line, “Peanut, was it?”

As the stranger made his way up the last few steps, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. While you didn’t know him personally, you had seen him around the apartment complex before. Heart still pounding, you shook your head at the pup who was plenty happy in the hands of his rescuer.

“Peanut Butter Brittle Biscuit,” you full named the dog, causing him to tuck his tail, still wagging it though. Setting your hand, which was still being tugged on by the other five other dogs, on your hip, “you know better than to just run into strangers, it's rude.”

“Well, Peanut,” he looked to the pup in all seriousness, “I’m Bucky. There, we aren’t strangers anymore,” he affirmed, shaking the dogs tiny little paw gently, “and so we’re not strangers,” he looked to you, “I’m Bucky, and you are?” You smiled at his flirty tone, “unless you’d like to go by 4C? Keep it professional?”

“Four- C?” You gave a puzzled look.

Bucky pointed above and behind your head, with the hand he was not literally cradling Peanut with. Quickly glancing you realized it was your apartment number. Now feeling a flush of embarrassment, you took a moment to face him again, squeezing your eyes closed.

“Oh yeah,” you nervously laughed, before giving him your name as well, you liked the way he repeated it to himself, “and you’re 2E, right?”

“Do we know each other?” he asked, tilting his head with a smirk.

“Oh no, I just, sometimes I see Yori go down there, and- I’m not stalking you, I promise,” you frantically explained, waving your hand, wrapped in dog leashes.

“No,” Bucky smiled, letting you know that was not what he was thinking, “I think I’d hear you if you were though,” he looked down and around at the literal pack of dogs sitting and standing around you. The pack ranged from a German Shepherd to a Golden Retriever to a Dachshund to a Pomeranian to a Corgi to, lastly, a dopey Great Dane.

“Most definitely,” you laughed, trying to calm your nerves, “we’re not the most graceful bunch, you had a display of that just a moment ago, which thank you so, so much.” You placed your hand over your chest, as an expression of relief.

“No problem,” he said with a sincere nod and smile, petting back the dog’s ears, “looks like Peanut here is a real daredevil.”

“You have no idea,” you glanced at the puppy, “he’s a troublemaker and thinks he’s invincible.”

With that Peanut interjected giving the most babyish attempt at a deep roo, sassily from where Bucky held him still.

“Talker too, huh?” Bucky gave a shocked glance at the Dachshund who was still resting comfortably with his chest being cradled by Bucky's hand.

“Yeah, well we’re 40 minutes late to D I N N E R,” you spelled out the last word in a whisper, “Fridays are always long days,” you gestured around you to the bigger dogs with toys covered in drool, they just stared up at you, sighing you collected yourself, “they’re park days.”

“Ohh, I see,” Bucky nodded, “I'd hate to keep you any longer then.”

With a soft ‘okay’ and a smile, you held your hands out to take Peanut back. There was a brief moment in the exchange where your hands touched his and he gave a ‘sorry’ knowing it was probably cold against your skin. As Peanut hovered with both your hands on his chubby little sides. Your Dane tugged one way again, while the Retriever was determined to go the other, pulling you and Bucky closer together. Practically chest to chest, save Peanut being the barrier between the two of you.

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, looking down immediately, even though there was hardly room between you two to do so, literally feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you closed your eyes, “this is not happening.”

“I’ve been in worse situations,” Bucky remarked cooly, keeping his gaze focused on you, finding it surprisingly cute at how flustered you were around him. It’d been a long time since he had felt someone had real genuine human emotions regarding him.

Neither of you took your hands away from the other’s. Standing there you bit in your lip, calming your rising pulse as you were now close enough to smell his cologne.

“I’m-” you started, finally looking up, “so sorry.”

“It’s really okay,” Bucky chuckled, not wanting you to feel as worried as you were, but you just knit your brows together and gave another apologetic look, “honestly, I could- I could do this all day.” There was a pause, then you smiled, ducking your head to hide your face against Peanut who was really becoming a star matchmaker, “I think Peanut and I are going to be very good friends by the end of this.”

Lifting your head with a nod, you sighed, stroking the pup’s ear, for a moment before you guided the other dogs around to give you some more space. Bucky respectfully took a step back, somehow still holding Peanut after all that. You opened your apartment door and the dogs rushed in, you let each leash fall off your hand as they entered. You said their name with each one to keep track of them.

“And lastly,” you exhaled, reaching your arms out again for the troublemaker of whom Bucky surrendered, though he was getting fairly fond of him, “well, at least let me invite you in? Have a drink on me? Something?”

“That’d be great,” Bucky said, gesturing for you to lead the way.

Once you were both in and Bucky shut the door behind him, you let Peanut loose and immediately he ran to his dinner bowl, waiting in anticipation. Offering Bucky to sit at the bar, you set two cold bottles on top of the counter, but before you joined him you got out six dog bowls, making him smile.

“How long have you had them?” Bucky asked, opening his bottle relaxedly with his hand.

“They vary, some for years, but the most recent,” you nodded to Peanut, “only a few months.”

“So uh, why so many?” Bucky inquired.

You squeezed your shoulders up, looking around at all of them, “they needed a home,” you said, soft smile, “each of them came from a broken place, of hurt and pain. That’s all they knew before I took them in, and,” you shook your head smiling wider, looking over to Bucky, “if I could be a part of their healing, I knew I had to be. I can’t think of leaving something to suffer if there’s something that can be done to help.”

“That’s-” Bucky looked to the floor as you rounded the counter, to sit next to him on another bar stool, having just set all the bowls down, “that’s a really great mindset.”

“What about you?” you took a sip, “any pets?”

He swallowed shaking his head, “no, I have a weird work schedule,” he squinted at his own reasoning, hoping it didn’t sound too dumb.

“Oh gotcha,” you nodded, before gesturing with the top of the bottle, “well Rodgers seems to like you.”

Your gesture drew Bucky to look down, sure enough set atop his thigh was your German Shepherd's head, looking up with big eyes and slowly wagging his tail. Bucky pet the dog’s ear, “Rodgers?”

“Yeah, you know after Captain America? He’s ex-military himself so I thought it was fitting,” you bent down to pet the dog yourself.

There was a quietness, Bucky looked away from the dogs and you for a moment. Biting the inside of his lip he felt something he hadn’t in a long time, though he tried to repress it. A part of him felt it was a sign, another part of him told himself to ignore it. Takin another swig, he made his choice

“Hey, if you ever. . . need help with them, I’m,” he hesitated, “I’m usually free Fridays, or- park days.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled leaning back up, “how bout I get your number so we can plan a da-,” you quickly changed your sentence, “a park day.”

While you got up to grab your phone, he flipped open his, seeing the very few contacts and the messages from only one person. Wincing he was a little nervous, this meant opening up. You returned, asking for his number, to which he willingly gave you. Finishing the drinks he said he really should head home, you completely understood, already surprised that he stuck around that long after the incident earlier.

With casual goodbyes, you shut your door and he headed back downstairs. Taking his gloves off, he suddenly felt his phone vibrate. Sitting on his couch he took it out of his pocket. Seeing your name pop up with a “hi 4C here, texting you like I said I would” and a smiley face with a dog emoji made him smile to himself.

He opened it-- it was time to start answering messages, it was time he found his healing.

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errorpeachy · 3 years

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hello :) i hope you are having a fantastic day ^^. I'm currently re-watching soul eater and am in soul eater blog mode fgujergiub- would it be possible for me to request crona, death the kid, patty, and maka with a very apologetic, nurturing, and motherly fem! s/o? like she always cooks for them, and whenever something isn't even their fault they blame it on themselves and apologize like crazy? she also overworks herself a lot? thank you :) have a fantastic day :D - nonnie :)

🍑💭: That’s completely okay! I’m like this too so this was really fun to write!

Pairing: crona, dtk, patty, maka (separate) x fem! reader

genre: headcanons

cw: fem/fem presenting reader

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪

『••✎••』

𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕒

❥ Have they died and gone to heaven?

❥ No but seriously they are so thankful for your existence

❥ You’re like a saving grace after all the things they went through with Medusa, they love you so much omg

❥ You must always cook for three because if you don’t, Ragnarok tries to eat Crona’s food (menace to society)

❥ They’re always quick to express their love for your food, often saying “This is really good… thank you for cooking.”

❥ Any time you do anything for them, they make sure to thank you, it’s very sweet and it shows that they appreciate everything

❥ In terms of being apologetic, they get it. They’re like that too

❥ However, just because they’re the same way doesn’t mean they let you get away with it

❥ “It’s okay, you didn’t even do anything wrong. There’s no need for apologizing.”

❥ They’re very reassuring, and it’s like a breath of fresh air from your constant worrying

❥ While they appreciate you doing things for them, they’ll take over if they notice you’ve overworked yourself

❥ Their words are firm, and they tell you “Go rest, Y/N. I’ve got it, I promise. I don’t want you to make yourself more tired…”

❥ You both compliment eachother so well :’)

❥ (can you tell they’re my favorite character)

𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕕

❥ Oh he adores you

❥ Although there’s never really much to clean, considering he keeps the mansion spotless, he appreciates it when you try to keep it tidy

❥ Falls in love all over again if you fix things up to make them symmetrical again before he notices and freaks out

❥ You help him with his OCD in little ways and he adores you for it, you don’t see him as weird and that makes him so happy

❥ Loves your cooking. The sisters love it too and will force him to invite you to spend the night just to eat your food and steal you away for girl talk

❥ While he can be straight faced most times, he’s very dramatic whenever you tell him he isn’t asymmetrical garbage when he’s having a meltdown

❥ “Really? Y/N- you’re the best girlfriend ever, seriously!-“ followed up by dramatic sobbing

❥ He’s pretty blunt when it comes to you being apologetic. You don’t do anything too bad most times, so there’s no need for a repeated apology

❥ “Hush, you’ve done nothing too bad. A quick sorry was enough, there’s no need for repetition.”

❥ While you do take care of him in some aspects, he’s quick to do the same with you

❥ Again, he’s very blunt. If he doesn’t want you to do something, he’ll be straight up

❥ “Y/N, you look exhausted. I’ve noticed you’ve been working hard lately, so go lie down and take a nap. No arguing.”

❥ All in all, he’s firm but caring in the way he treats you <3

𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕪

❥ Oh this ball of sunshine just loves you

❥ She’s very childish (and clinically insane) so you’re a really big help for her

❥ She draws you pictures. You hang all of them up on your wall. Couple goals

❥ Liz is an overprotective sister, so she was pretty threatening until she realized you were basically harmless

❥ Patty likes your cooking. She always wants you to teach her how to cook, but any time she tries to help, something ends up going wrong

❥ You both just laugh it off and order pizza when that happens

❥ Very often, she’ll ask you random questions, and you always do your best to answer them

❥ “Hey Y/N, why are giraffe’s necks so long?” “It’s because they evolved to have longer necks to reach tall trees for food, dear.” “Ohhh! Haha, you’re so smart!”

❥ She’s always confused when you start getting overly apologetic

❥ “What are you apologizing for silly? You didn’t do anything!”

❥ She’s not one to notice if you’re tired, but if Kid points it out or you mention something about it she’s quick to jump to caring for you

❥ “Hey hey! Why don’t you go rest? We can cuddle! Doesn’t that sound great?”

❥ She’s so cute :’)))

𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕒

❥ Same lol

❥ She is also a mom friend, just more aggressive

❥ You guys do a lot of things together, like cleaning and cooking

❥ The two of you cook together pretty often! Maka really likes it, she finds it fun and it’s a nice way to spend time with her loving girlfriend

❥ You often buy her new books to read and she is so thankful for it

❥ She doesn’t like it when you get apologetic. She’ll frown at you and listen to your rambling before cutting you off

❥ “Hey, it’s alright. Don’t apologize, ‘Kay? You didn’t do anything.”

❥ She overworks herself too, so she’s aware she’s being hypocritical when she calls you out and scolds you for not resting

❥ But she loves you and just wants you to take care of yourself :(

❥ “What do you mean you haven’t been sleeping right? Have you been staying up trying to work?” “Well, yes, but-“ “no buts! You’re taking a nap with me right now!”

❥ She gets free cuddles out of it so it’s a win win!

❥ She likes the fact you’re much more passive, it helps calm her down

❥ The two of you r just so similar, it leads to great bonding experiences <333

#soul eater #soul eater headcanons #crona gorgon x reader #crona x reader #crona gorgon #maka albarn x reader #maka x reader #maka soul eater #crona soul eater #death the kid x reader #death the kid #dtk x reader #soul eater dtk #patty thompson #patty x reader #Patty soul eater

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ptergwen · 3 years

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sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.

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