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the-offside-rule · 3 months

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Drivers while their s/o studies

Just a mini series I felt like doing. : )

Charles Leclerc

Charles smiled as he entered the room, holding a tray with snacks and coffee for Y/n who had been sitting at her desk since that morning. "Hello mom cœur, I thought you might need a little pick-me-up while you work." He said, placing the tray on the table. Y/n looked up from her laptop, a grateful smile forming. "Oh what would I do without you?" She said as she held his face and peppered soft kisses onto it as he emptied the tray onto the desk. "Cry, maybe." He joked.

Charles sat down beside her and began eating a protein bar before Y/n continued on typing. "How's it going anyway?" he asked, genuinely interested. "It's a bit overwhelming, but I'll manage. Your snacks will definitely help." She replied, taking a sip of the coffee. Charles chuckled. "I believe in you. I'll leave you to it for a bit, though. I'm going to meet Lorenzo and Arthur in the gym. You know how it is."

Y/n nodde. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll be here when you get back." He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before heading out. "Take breaks, okay? Don't overwork yourself." He reminded her. "Of course, love. Have fun and give them my best!" As he left, Y/n couldn't help but smile. The small gestures made studying a lot more enjoyable, and she felt lucky to have Charles by her side.

Max Verstappen

Max woke up to an empty bed, the confusion evident on his face. Rubbing his eyes, he ventured into the living room, where he found Y/n engrossed in her laptop. Y/n spotted him from the corner of her eye and smiled at his sleepy face. "Morning, sleepyhead. Slept well?" She teased, looking up from her work. Max chuckled, and walked over to her. "Yeah, until I realized I was all alone." He placed a kiss atop of her head and peered over her shoulder. "What are you up to?"

"Got an assignment to finish, but you can keep me company." She suggested with a smile. Max raised an eyebrow. "Company? I was expecting a romantic morning, not a work session." Y/n laughed, "Well, I can't help it. University." He rolled his eyes. "I told you, you should have just gave in to being a stay-at-home girlfriend and now here we are with you leaving me I'm bed to work." Y/n chuckled at the light hearted joke. "Well if you loved me you would sit right here with me and keep me company, like a good temporary stay-at-home boyfriend?" Undeterred, Max decided to make the best of the situation. "Fine, but how about some breakfast first? I'll cook."

As Max prepared breakfast, they bantered back and forth, the kitchen filled with laughter. Sitting down on the sofa with their plates, Max linked his phone to the TV and began watching his race upcoming debrief that Red Bull had sent him. Y/n glanced at the screen every so often, finding it unbelievably distracting and whilst he had to watch it for work, why couldn't he just watch it on his phone?"Mind turning that off? I need to focus." Max pouted playfully. "Aw, come on. It's just background noise." She shook her head, "No, it's distracting. I need to concentrate."

A minor disagreement ensued, but Max, ever the compromiser, reached a resolution. "Fine, wear these," he said, handing her a pair of headphones. "You study, I watch my debrief." Y/n huffed, taking the headphones, "Deal. Just don't complain if I fail my exam because of this." Max grinned. "Deal, as long as you promise we actually so something romantic later on." Y/n grinned and connected her headphones to the laptop and began playing her music.

Lando Norris

Lando was deep into his online stream, enthusiastically commentating on his latest race in the virtual world. Meanwhile, Y/n diligently studied in the living room, trying to concentrate despite the growing noise. At first, it was fine because he only had Max on a voice call and then they started playing the F1 games and inviting drivers, and it all went to chaos.

The usual loudness was just about starting to sound normal until she heard a loud screeching from the streaming room. Y/n finally reached her limit. She threw her laptop to the side and stormed into the streaming room, wearing a bitter expression. Lando turned, smiling before the smile turned into a grim look. He...was...fucked. "Hi babe." He said quietly. "Lando, could you please keep it down a bit? I'm trying to study out here." She said calmly. She didn't want fans making up rumours about an argument.

Lando, still wearing his headset, looked guilty. "I will try, but Max is-" She cut him off. "Lando, you will be quiet. I cannot fail these exams. I just need you to be quiet. Understood?" He nodded. "I'm sorry, babe. I got carried away. I'll tone it down." The serious expression turned to a light hearted smile, before she looked to the computer, smiled and waved to greet the chat, before leaving.

Lando continued on playing, listening to the chaos on the call and not acting up. But the guilt lingered, and he suddenly had to leave the stream momentarily. "Hey, guys? I'll be right back. Just need to grab a drink, I'll be back in a sec. Promise." He announced to his fellow drivers and viewers before leaving the room. He rushed to the kitchen, returning to the living room with a peace offering of snacks and energy drinks for his girlfriend who sat on her bean bag with her study sheets sprawled across the coffee table. She looked up quickly before looking back to her work and continuing on typing. "I'm really sorry, Y/n. Here, I got you some goodies. Let me make it up to you." Lando said, kneeling down beside her and leaving a small plate of biscuits and sweets beside her. She looked between the plate and Lando, seeing the sincerity in his expression before she chuckled, accepting the snacks. "You're lucky you're cute when you're sorry. Just try to keep it down, okay?"

"Okay, I promise." He said, pecking her cheek and running back to the livestream with his can of Monster. Back in the streaming room, Lando continued his broadcast. He scrolled through the chat, noticing a comment from Y/n.

Thanks for the biccies, lovey <3 Good luck with your stream!

His fans erupted in supportive comments, finding the situation adorable. Lando couldn't help but smile, covering his face from how hard he was blushing. "You better leave me some 9f them biscuits, Y/n." Lando said into the camera. "Let's get back to the race, shall we?" The stream continued, with a more considerate Lando and a grateful Y/n watching from the sidelines.

Carlos Sainz Jr.

As the creatures and people of Madrid lay asleep in their beds, Y/n sat on her laptop working away beside her boyfriend who had just come back from a race weekend on the other side of the globe. Carlos stirred in his sleep, as the soft glow of Y/n's laptop pierced the darkness. "What are you doing?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Y/n glanced at him, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. "Sorry, babe. Got a deadline. Can't sleep." He sighed, and turned his back so he would be able to get even a glimpse of sleep. "Alright, just keep it down, please." He whispered. "Yes sir, Mr Sainz." She yawns, still typing.

In the morning, Carlos awoke to Y/n still typing away in their bed, exhaustion evident in her eyes. She got a lot of work done and had work in three hours. "Morning." He whispered, kissing her hand before sitting up. "Morning. Did you sleep alright?" Y/n asked. "Other than that one time you woke me, yes. Did you sleep at all?" Carlos asked. Y/n shook her head. "You should get some sleep before work. Finish this when you get home, yeah?" Y/n sighed in defeat. She wouldn't be able to go to work if she was this tired. Maybe a two hour sleep wouldn't hurt? " Carlos nodded, taking her laptop, placing it on the bedside table and tucking her into bed, . "You need to rest." He insisted. "I will wake you before work, mi amor." She reassured her, kissing her hair and letting her fall asleep.

When Y/n awoke, she looked out to see that the sun was awfully bright for 8am. Then she turned and saw Carlos walking into the room with a tray of coffee and toast. "What are you doing?" Y/n asked, sitting up. Carlos paused and looked at her. "Breakfast?" He replied in a question. Y/n looked at her phone, her eyes wide. "Oh my god! It's half past 11. I'm so fucking late!" She said. "No you aren't." Carlos replied, placing the tray on his locker. "I had work two hours ago!" She protested.

Carlos shook his head. "I called your boss, said you were sick." Y/n's eyes widened to what he had said. "Why'd you do that?" She asked. "Because you needed it." He replied, pulling the duvet over them and putting his arm around Y/n. "Carlos, I cant-" He cut her off. "Should we watch Berlín? It's meant to be really good." He said, flicking through the Netflix. "Babe. I'm serious. I need to go to work." She said. "And I have said before; you could quit work and I'll take care of you. You won't quit but I am still gonna take care of you. Now stay with me in bed and help me pick a series for us to watch."

She stopped complaining and lay in his arms. "Yeah. Berlín sounds good." She mumbled quietly. "Good, now here's some toast."

George Russell

George had brought Y/n to race weekends before, but this time, she found herself confined to the team's hospitality area, engrossed in her upcoming exams. She looked up to the TV evey so often to see how her boyfriend was doing before turning her attention back to her laptop. Like an angel sent, George decided to check in on her in between sessions, finding her buried in textbooks and notes.

"Hey, how's it going?" he asked, pressing a kiss onto her head and leaning on the table. Y/n looked up, tired but determined. "Just trying to survive this study session. Well done on topping the session by the way." George grinned. "It's only the second practise. I think we know what strategy we're going for in qualifying though." He chuckled. "Have you eaten?" Y/n thinks for a moment and shakes her head. "You do know, you need to eat too."

She sighed, burying her head in her hands from exhaustion. "I know, I just lost track of time. Can you grab me something?" George smiled. "Of course." He replied, leaving momentarily and heading to the barista bar. He returned moments later with a croissant and a latte, placing them in front of her. "Fuel for the brain." he said with a smile. Y/n looked up at him appreciatively, "You're my hero, Mr Russell. Thank you so much."

"No problem. I know how important these exams are for you." He replied, sitting beside her. As she sipped the latte and nibbled on the croissant, George and her began talking. "Anything I can help with? Maybe a quick break to clear your mind?" Y/n smiled. "You being here is already a huge help. But maybe a motivational speech wouldn't hurt."

"Im not doing motivational speeches." They both burst into laughter, lightening the mood in the cozy hospitality space. George wrapped his arm around Y/n, offering comfort and support. "You're the best distraction," she admitted, leaning into him. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And you're the best thing that ever happened to me."

Lance Stroll

Lance sighed as he opened the door to his bedroom after his return from the gym to find Y/n looking a bit frustrated. He arched a brow as he sipped from his water bottle and decided to approach her, concern evident in his eyes. "What's wrong, babe?" He asked, sitting down beside her. She sighed. "I'm not sure, but I just can't study. Maybe it's just because of how different it is from studying in my office back home." Lance thought for a moment."How about you use my office? It's quiet, and you'll have all the space you need." He suggested. "Oh no, I couldn't." She replied. "No, seriously. I never use it anyway."

Y/n's face lit up with gratitude as Lance led her to his office. The room was filled with shelves displaying Lance's collection of racing helmets and trophies. The large floor-to-ceiling window revealed a breathtaking snowy landscape of their estate. "This is perfect." Y/n whispered, finding the desk facing the wonderous view. Lance smiled, happy to help her. "If you need me just call. I'm just gonna hit the shower." He said, pressing a kiss onto her cheek. "Thank you, babe." She grinned, setting her stuff down. "Anytime." He shot back before leaving and making his way to his bathroom to shower.

Y/n had gotten a lot done since she sat down. The view was a perfect distraction but not too distracting that she couldn't focus. If anything, it was there to just calm her down before getting right back to it. An hour passed, and Lance returned with snacks, finding Y/n engrossed in her studies. "Hey, how are you getting on?" He asked, peering through the door. "Doing good, Lancelot. I am doing good." She smiled, still jotting down some notes. He walked in with a tray of snacks. In between him showering and him walking around the kitchen, he decided Y/n needed to take a break and made up a snack tray to bring her.

"Need a study break?" he asked, handing her a twix. Y/n grinned, "Definitely. Thanks for this, Lance. This office is amazing." Lance chuckled, "Well, it's only fair you get a taste of my world too. Plus, I like having you happy." As they enjoyed their snacks, the conversation turned from how everyone in the house has an office to the trophies and helmets on the walls.

"You know-" Lance began, taking down his Balu trophy from back in 2017. "This one's from my first podium. I was so excited that day." Y/n smiled as she sipped her cola. "I can see why. You've got an impressive collection of trophies, Lancey." He looked at her warmly. "But none of them compare to having my trophy girlfriend. I worked my ass off to even get you on a date." Y/n laughed. "I'm serious! You kept saying no!"

"You should've taken the hint." Y/n replied. "Then who would be sat in this office?" Lance asked. "I don't know. One of those weird models that throw themselves at you, I guess." She joked. "Yeah, but I prefer you." Lance said. There grew a comfortable silence before Lamce stood up, collecting the wrappers off the snacks and putting them back onto the tray. "I guess it's time for you to get back to studying." Lance said. "Thank you for the company." Y/n smiled as Lamce leaned down to give her a kiss. "How about we watch a movie later and order takeout? Sound good?" Lance suggested. Y/n nodded. You really are a dream."

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phntmeii · 9 months

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♡ Dating Jaime Lannister Headcanons:

❝ You are still maiden, I hope? Oh, good... I only rescue maidens. ❝

[ SFW + No Gendered Terms]

A/N: This list of headcanons is before the events of ASOIAF :) This is assuming he previously let go of Cersei and has no romantic connection to her recently and accepts his role as Heir/Lord to Casterly Rock after being dismissed from the Kingsguard for being a Kingslayer.

Kingslayer Era:

> Now, likely this matchup would be at the hands of a political marriage by his father, Tywin Lannister. After all, Jaime is his prized heir so Jaime already knows you must be someone who has quite a lot of good attributes yourself.

> Jaime is well aware of what a good match he'd be for quite literally anyone even despite his reputation. He's attractive, the eldest son of a noble house, a Great House at that, and one that is rich as fuck. He's also one of the most skilled fighters alive and quite literally noted to look "like what a king should look like."

> Jaime is the MOST cocky and flirty mf alive. He has Lannister pride and ego flowing through his veins and he revels in it.

> As a result, Jaime has no issue approaching you if he finds you attractive and immediately letting you know how he feels. He has a tendency to not think before he speaks and is generally blunt with his words.

> He 100% believes he has you wrapped around his finger the moment you spot him. Who wouldn't? It's the Lannister ego you can't blame him. It runs in his genes.

> Now while playing into his ego is all good and fun, putting him in his place or humbling him once you're in a relationship with him is a surprise but one that only amuses him and he listens to. AKA he is absolutely more in love if you tell him to stfu sometimes LMAO

> Once he realizes that you have genuine care and respect for him regardless of his reputation, this is what piques his interest the best and will get him to chase even more. The thought of someone’s genuine care rather than feigned admiration gets him to feel genuine warmth that he can’t help but chase after.

> He'd find both stubbornness and easy blushing as both enjoyable reactions to his advances. If you played "hard to get", he'll gladly be the one to chase.

> If you easily blush/get shy or flustered when he flirts, he will 1000% take advantage and use his charm to get reactions out of you as much as possible.

> His main Love Languages to give: Gift Giving and Words of Affirmation.

> This man is a LANNISTER okay?? He will absolutely "randomly" find you around to spoil you with different gifts and romantic gestures to gain your favor.

> Whatever gifts you want is literally yours the moment you even glance in that direction. Jewelry? Already yours. Clothing? It's in your closet already. You mentioned you like a specific flower? Prepare to receive a bouquet the next day.

> Although he does think that expensive gifts mean more, he's attentive in his gifts and gets you things he knows that you'll like. Simply because something is expensive won't take precedence over your actual interests.

> Also... Words of Affirmation?? This man quite literally is Prince Charming because he will absolutely charm you at any given point.

> He is obsessed with telling you how much he loves you, thinks you look good at every given point and how lucky he is that you ended up falling in love with him.

> Absolutely calls you a series of different pet names and rarely uses your actual name unless it's in a serious context or public situation.

> You can't even bring yourself to be upset for long at him because he'll find ways to make you smile just with his words. You can't help it when he's smirking at you while cheering you up because he knows he'll get you to break.

> His favorite Love Languages to receive are: Physical Touch and Acts of Service.

> Having you hold his hand instinctively when feeling nervous easily melts him because it lets him know that you trust him to protect you.

> Hugs, kisses, etc. everything just to show you appreciate and love him even as quick, little reminders while passing by will put a smile on his face.

> He absolutely will reciprocate and be an absolute gentleman with physical touch like offering his arm on walks and kissing the back of your hand with a slight bow.

> Acts of Service, specifically regarding caring for him, means the world to him. Assisting in bathing him, taking care of any wounds, bringing him a meal if you know it's been a while since his last one, or simply doing your duties properly around the Rock.

> He is incredibly respectful and protective over you. He values your needs and opinions as his partner and is absolutely willing to defend you and your honor at any time.

> Thinking of those lines "I'll go to war with him if I have to." I'll kill him, Ned Stark, the king, the whole bloody lot of them until you and I are the only people left in this world."

> His cocky exterior is true and influenced by his skill but he does possess insecurities that he doesn't share until later on in the relationship. It would take even longer than that to learn why he became the infamous "Kingslayer".

> There are times where he simply enjoys laying with you and venting a bit. Considering his massive expectations by nearly his entire family, he'll vent but remind himself of said expectation and may cut himself short. If you encourage him that it's a safe space, he'll reluctantly continue but feel better with your reassurance.

> He would genuinely be a good husband and you can count on it. While he has his duties as heir/lord, he always sets aside time for you and gives exclusive attention to you. You are his lovely partner after all. Your needs never escape his mind through his days.

> Genuinely goes to the ends of the earth to make you happy. Even if you order him around, he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, enjoying your warmth for a moment before going off to do as you wished once you continue complaining to him.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

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tonyspank · 10 months

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CHAPTER FIVE | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, cheating, and yaaaa Words: 2.7k A/N: couldn't make it as long bc its almost 12 am for me lolll... i will be going to bed

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"Are you being deadass?" Eli asks, sitting up from his bed. You nod your head, pressing the buttons on the gaming controller in front of you. "Yea..." Eli groans, shaking his head. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY THAT?"

You shrug, not sure how to answer. Eli sighs and lies back down, covering his eyes with a pillow. "You're so damn lucky that I love you," he says, his voice muffled by the pillow. "She kissed me back! And then she wore her ring again like it never happened." You say, pausing the game and turning around to face Eli.

Eli remains silent. You take a deep breath and wait until he sits up. He looks at you sighing. "They have depth, you guys do not. Plus, you haven't been showing her wifey material these last few days." You take another deep breath and try to explain yourself, but Eli just shakes his head and says, "You need to step it up if you want her to take you seriously."

He begins laughing, "Like that one meme. I'm not the stepfather, I'm the father who stepped up." He smiles, amused by his own joke. You can't help but smile too, despite the seriousness of the conversation. Looking at him, you take a deep breath and nod, determined to do better.

It was Tuesday after school, and again you were avoiding Jenna. She basically rejected you, but that wasn't going to stop you. You were adamant to make things right and treat her better than that asshole Jacob.

It felt like every day you fucked up and had to apologize to Jenna and every time she'd accept it and move on. You wanted to show her that she deserved better. You wanted to make it up to her, to make her feel special. You wanted to show her that you were the right one for her.

"I shouldn't force her into anything. I should be there whenever she needs me, right?" You ask Eli, but after a few moments, all you hear are snores filling the room. You sigh, shaking your head. You know deep down that if you really want to be there for her, you have to respect her decisions.

Letting her make her own choices is the best way to show that you care. You make a mental note to take a step back and give her the space she needs. It's not easy, but you know it's the right thing to do.

"Wait, wait, wait... so you're telling me Jacob was the one calling you?" Emma asks, and Jenna nods slowly in response. Emma looks at the girl in front of her, confused but resuming her assumption. "And he says some bullshit apology that you accept--" Jenna cuts her off, "It wasn't bullshit."

Emma stares at her, unimpressed. "It was complete bullshit," she scoffs. Jenna looks away, swallowing the lump in her throat. Jenna looks away, tears forming in her eyes. She knew what Emma was saying was possibly true, but she still wanted to believe it was sincere. "Don't cry, Jen..."

Emma reaches out and gently wipes away Jenna's tears. "I'm sorry," she whispers. Jenna looks up and nods, a small smile forming on her lips. "Then Y/N confessed to you? I'm still shocked about that."

Jenna takes a deep breath and nods. "Yeah, it was a surprise. She said she remembered our kiss and wanted something more out of it." Emma takes Jenna's hand in hers and squeezes it. "I'm here for you, always." Jenna looks into Emma's eyes and nods, her smile growing wider. She leans in and hugs Emma.

Emma holds Jenna close and whispers, "It's okay, I'm here for you." Jenna nods, feeling relieved and comforted. She pulls away and smiles, grateful for her friend's support. "Thank you, Em."

Emma smiles and wipes away Jenna's tears. "Anytime," she says. They embrace again, and Jenna can feel the warmth and love radiating from Emma.

It's now nighttime. You're back in your room and Jenna's in hers. You didn't talk to her because she hasn't given you the opportunity to. You lay in your bed, texting Eli.

eli - what if she jus farted in ur mouth

you - bro wht

eli - deadass like

eli - ur eating the ass and she jus farts in ur mouth

you - why are we even talking about ass eating?

eli - can u not kink shame me here?

you - im abt to block u

eli - ur so fukcing mean rbo

Jenna exits her room, entering her bathroom. She turns the lights on, raising her phone to take a photo of herself. She was wearing a white silky lingerie nightwear dress. She smiled as she looked at the photo, satisfied with how she looked. She then sent the photo to Jacob, biting her thumb as she waited for his response.

A few moments later, Jacob replied with a string of heart emojis. Jenna smiled, relieved that he was pleased with her look. Her heart began racing as she pressed on to your messages. She started thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen if she sent them to you instead. She took a deep breath and clicked on the photo, her fingers trembling with anticipation. She hit the send button and waited, her heart pounding. She closed her eyes, hoping for the best.

You rise from your bed, exiting your conversation with Eli. You saw the message and opened it. Your eyes widened as the image appeared on your screen.

jen <3 -

She was so fucking gorgeous. Did she mean to send you this? You felt your heart racing as your eyes slowly took in every detail of her. You wanted her, wanted her more than anything. You quickly composed a response, eager to find out if she meant to send it to you.

you - jenna?

you - was this an accident?

Jenna stares at your response, her cheeks turning pink. She takes a deep breath before responding.

jen <3 - no, it wasn't an accident. i wanted you to see it.

She watches as three grey dots appear on the screen, bouncing around every now and then. Her heart pounds in anticipation of what you're about to reply, then it stops as the dots disappear. She stares at the screen in disbelief, feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment. She takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, shaking her head in frustration.

Until she hears your bedroom door open, she quickly leaves the bathroom, meeting you in the middle of the hallway. She looks up at you with a mix of emotions on her face, not knowing what to say or do.

You take a step forward and bring her into a heated kiss. As she begins to relax into it, she wraps her hands around your neck pulling you closer if that was even possible.

You tap on her thigh and she jumps up, wrapping her legs around your waist. You carry her to your bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. You cover her body with yours as you continue to kiss passionately. She moans, her hands exploring your body as you deepen the kiss.

You break apart, your eyes locked on each other, and the heat of the moment intensifies. "You're so beautiful, Jenna." You move your lips to her neck, gently kissing and nibbling as she sighs in pleasure. You feel her body trembling beneath you and you can't help but smile. You pull away and kiss her forehead tenderly, and she gazes up at you with a look of pure bliss.

You lean in and whisper in her ear, "Do you want to continue?" Jenna looks up at you with a small smile and nods. You press your lips against hers and kiss her deeply, your hands exploring her body as you do.

She wraps her arms around your neck as your tongues dance together. You can feel the heat radiating from her body as your passion builds. You break away, both of you breathless.

Her hands reach under your shirt, touching and gripping every part of your torso. She whispers your name, her voice filled with desire. You draw her close and kiss her again. Your longing for her grows with every touch. She takes off your shirt and you do the same for her. She pulls you close and your skin touches, feeling the mellowness radiating from each other.

Her hand leaves your core, and she reaches for your shorts, pulling them slightly. You slide out of your shorts and began kissing down her body, she gasps in pleasure, and you feel the same. "Y/N," she gasps out, tangling a hand in your hair.

You smile against her skin and continue exploring her body. You feel her trembling beneath you as you move lower, and you can feel her anticipation. You finally reach her inner thighs, and you know she's ready for you. Because she's so damn wet. You slide two fingers into her and she gasps, her back arching up off the bed. You watch her reaction, a smile on your face.

You start to move your fingers in and out of her, and her breathing gets more ragged. You feel her muscles tense around your fingers. "So...so good." You lean back down and tease her with your tongue and fingers, driving her wild with pleasure.

Her body trembles and she grabs onto your shoulders to steady herself. You began attacking her clit, flicking it with your tongue as you thrust your fingers deeper and faster. "Y/N! Fuck!" She shudders, her orgasm reaching its peak. "I'm gonna..."

"CUM!!" she cries out in pleasure. You slow down and kiss her softly as she comes down from the high. She wraps her arms around you, her body still shaking from the pleasure. She looks into your eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips. She takes a deep breath and pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

The two fingers that we're just inside of her raise to your lips, and just as you're about to suck them off she stops you, her eyes burning with desire. She does it herself instead, staring at you through her brown hooded eyes, her full lips pressed together tightly, the tip of her tongue darting out to taste the sweet nectar on her fingers. She licks them clean, then leans in and whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Lay back, let me return the favor."

Were you dreaming? Again?

You do as instructed. She begins to kiss your neck and nibble gently on your ear. Her hands explore your body, caressing your abs. "I love how fit you are. It turns me on so much." You can feel yourself getting aroused. You can feel her breath on your skin and it sends a shiver down your spine. You turn to her and kiss her and she pulls away too early for your sake.

She lies on your legs, her eyes burning with passion as her hands rest on your sides. You feel your heart skip a beat as you gaze into each other's eyes. Never breaking the gaze she grabs your cock, and starts stroking it with her delicate touch.

You feel a wave of pleasure run through your body as she moves her hands with gentle skill. You can barely hold back your moans as you give in to the intense pleasure.

"Keep your hands on the bed." She lowers her head and takes you in her mouth, her tongue curling around you as you feel her warm breath on your skin. "Oh my." You rasp out, clenching the bedsheets under you. Her tongue moves in circles, exploring every inch of you as her soft lips massage you.

She pauses, her eyes fixed on yours as she licks her lips, her movements becoming more passionate. You can feel the tension inside of you building, as she hums and sucks, pushing you closer to the edge. With one final stroke, pleasure rushes through your body. "Fuckkkk."

She smiles, sitting on your stomach as you are left panting with satisfaction. She leans in and kisses you softly, her hands caressing your face. She sits back up, a hand skillfully reaching behind her, teasing you again with a trail of fingers. You exhale in pleasure as she continues to explore, and you're hard again.

She straddles you again, lowering herself onto your erection. A hand helps while the other rests on your core, scratching you slightly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're so big, baby." You grunt as she begins to move, her body pressing against yours as she rocks back and forth. She leans in and kisses you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth.

When she leans back up, you grasp her hips, pushing them deeper with each thrust. You're truly in a daze, the pleasure too much to take in. You cry out, throwing your head back.

A quiet smack is heard throughout the room. "Keep your eyes on me." You quickly look up, locking your eyes with her. She smiles, her eyes twinkling with delight, but it fades away as her mouth opens widely, gasping your name out.

Your right hand leaves her waist, travelling up to her face. You cup her cheek lightly, caressing it with your thumb. She then turns her head, sucking on your thumb as her eyes never leave yours. You feel your heart racing, your skin tingling as she looks up at you. She was so fucking hot. She lets go of your thumb with a loud pop, grinning at your reaction.

You move your left hand to slap her ass, and she lets out a yelp of pleasure. You sit up, wrapping your arms around her waist, as she laughs and kisses you passionately. You fall back onto the bed, still holding her close as the kiss deepens.

She pulls away, her eyes full of desire as she whispers your name. "I'm about to cum." You grip her hips as she begins to quiver, her breathing becoming faster. You feel her tighten around you, waves of pleasure radiating through her body. She collapses on top of you, both of you panting with pleasure.

You lay her on her back, and she bites her bottom lip, looking up at you in excitement. You lean down and kiss her, your tongues intertwining as you move in rhythm. You enter her again, and you both let out a sigh of pleasure.

Your movements become more passionate, and her breathing quickens. A hand finds its way around your throat, pulling you back into a kiss.

Your pace intensifies, and her body trembles with pleasure. Her grip around your throat tightens as she reaches her climax, screaming out in ecstasy. "Y/NNNNN!!!" You follow behind, pulling out as your body shakes with orgasmic pleasure.

You collapse onto the bed, the two of you panting and sweaty. You smile and pull her close, your heart beating in unison. She lays her head on your chest, a hand pushing some hair off your forehead. You take a deep breath, content and satisfied.

What was the next step after all of this?

The next morning was just as normal as could be. You're sitting across from each other at the dining room table. You're a bit more smiley than usual and she notices.

"What are you smiling at?" You looked down, blushing. "Nothing," you said. She smiled knowingly and said, "It's okay, I know what you're thinking. I'm happy too."

Your eyes look at the ring on her finger and you clench your jaw, quickly taking a sip of coffee to hide your anger and confusion. She stands up, walks over to you and places herself on your lap. "It's okay," she says. "Let's just enjoy this moment." You look up at her and nod, giving her a small smile.

She wraps her arms around you and leans in for a kiss. You close your eyes and feel the warmth of her lips, instantly forgetting the pain in your heart. She pulls away and you open your eyes, finding yourself in a world of color and beauty.

"Do you wanna go shopping today?" You ask, your thumb rubbing against her waist. She smiles and nods, her eyes twinkling. "Sure," she mutters, staring at you before placing a kiss on your lips.

You just wanted to allow yourself to enjoy this and you knew she wanted to do the same.

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httpiastri · 2 months

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PERFECTLY FINE – PAUL INTRO

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you can't recall the day that you first started crushing on paul.

ever since you became teammates when you were 15, you were drawn to him. something between you, paul and dino just clicked; you all became best friends instantly. every race weekend was spent bonding over shared victories, helping each other through the highs and lows, and of course fooling around like the teenagers you were. you were all inseparable.

one day, you fantasized about being with paul. just for fun, just to think about what it would be like.

it was like opening pandora's box. from that day on, you could never go back to how it was not daydreaming about paul.

it all happened so suddenly. instead of being regular teammates, you unexpectedly found yourself wishing you were more than just that. you found yourself accidentally staring at him in team meetings, your eyes following the curls of his hair and that sweet grin of his. you found yourself smiling a little too much around him, giggling at every semi-bad joke he told. and you found yourself craving his attention and approval, always longing for your next interaction with him.

it was so different – and yet, it felt like it was the only thing you'd ever known.

most people around you said that you were lucky to be a june child; getting to have your parties out in the warm weather, getting tanlines and beach visits as birthday presents, and your sunshine-filled day being longer than most others.

but personally, you never saw the joy in it. racing was usually the most hectic around your birthday, giving you no time off to celebrate or rest. the sun shining just meant more sweat in the racing suit and more degradation of your tyres.

another thing that sucks about it is that almost all of your friends' birthdays are much earlier in the year than yours.

jak got to experience being 18 for a whole month before you got to join the party; paul and dino turned 18 over a year before you did.

your two teammates even turned 19 before you could finally turn legal. not fair.

it was frustrating, and sometimes even a little humiliating. despite being mature for your age, you still hated being younger – maybe mostly because you were sure paul wouldn't find you as interesting anymore when he was suddenly all adult and you were still merely sixteen for a few more months.

but on the contrary, as the year of 2022 rolled around, he found you more interesting.

when he wanted to go out to celebrate after a good race, he always did his best to find ways to get you into the club, too. and if you weren't allowed, he would celebrate with you in another way.

he never let you feel forgotten or like you weren't his priority,

because you always were.

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your birthday gift for your seventeenth birthday wasn't just a beach party.

for your seventeenth birthday, paul gave you a kiss. and then another.

and then you gave him one back, as if to thank him. and from there on, there was never a doubt.

the kisses he gave you always swept you off your feet. there was something about the way his hand rested underneath your jaw, the way his nose brushed against yours before sealing your lips, the way he tilted his head to gain perfect access. something about it was so different, so special.

he may have not been your first kiss – damn that boy in your sixth-year maths class for stealing that honor from paul – but he was your first everything else.

your first real relationship. first real fight.

the first boy you ever loved; the first boy you ever cried over.

the first time you let someone see the raw, unfiltered version of yourself.

your first "i hate you!" to a boy you loved; and then your first kiss in the rain, clothes and hair soaked through, with warm tears streaming down your cheeks as you thought about how stupid you were to ever doubt being with him.

your first real brush with vulnerability.

the first boy who made you feel truly alive, yet painfully aware of your own mortality.

the first one to teach you that love isn't always easy, but it's worth suffering for.

the first person you went to for help when the world crumbled beneath you.

the first person who told you that your love was beautiful; the first person to convince you that it was so stunning it could be a masterpiece, painted with the colors of your pretty laughter and soft smiles.

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the first boy to ever try to climb up to your third-floor balcony in milton keynes because you were ignoring him after a fight. the first boy to ever fall down a tree after using it to climb up to said balcony. the first time you rushed down the stairs in your apartment building in less than a minute because you were so scared you almost couldn't breathe. the first time you kissed a boy's hurting wrist that he used to break his fall with after the earlier mentioned fall. the first time you ever made up with a boy on the patch of grass outside of your apartment after you both had apologized profusely, hugging more tightly than ever because you were terrified of the thought of ever losing each other.

granted, your apartment building is no skyscraper, but your balcony is many meters up in the air. only a lunatic would attempt to climb all the way up to you.

the thing is... for you, paul was a lunatic.

for that eighteenth birthday you'd longed so much for, you got an early gift.

a broken relationship.

things had been headed south for a long time. the passion wasn't strong enough of a glue to hold all of the broken pieces of your heart together anymore. things were getting too much, too heavy, too tiring.

it was just a few nights before your birthday that you sat down together in his hotel room in barcelona, both quiet for a long time. there was not much left to say.

the last few weeks had been a roller coaster; you'd cried, screamed, and made up on repeat. but you knew you couldn't go on like this.

"we're tearing each other apart," you had told him, not daring to meet his eyes. "can't you tell?"

he didn't answer.

"i'm exhausted. i need a break."

"from what? from me?"

"from everything."

and then it was over. at least, on paper it was – but in your heart? probably not.

you weren't sure if your feelings for him could ever be over.

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cornyonmains · 9 months

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I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about season 3 of The Witcher, but one thing is for certain, I'm loving Jaskier's progression as a character.

I think it goes without saying that a huge turning point for Jaskier was his falling out with Geralt on the mountain in season 1. As I read his character at that point, he was quite in love with Geralt, and very much suffering from the belief that he wasn't enough for Geralt in any sense of the word, not as a lover, a friend, or a traveling partner. You see this insecurity ramp up throughout the entirety of the season 1 finale, and to think Geralt hadn't noticed that was lunacy. He did, which was part of the problem. Geralt needed to lash out, he needed someone to lash out at, and there Jaskier was, already wounded, the easiest of targets, and Geralt goes full savanna apex predator on his ass. Then he left him, on a mountain, that he knew Jaskier didn't know how to traverse safely. He said fuck off, and also die.

Jaskier could have crumbled, and for awhile, he probably did. But this led to a key moment of character development, because it caused Jaskier to take himself out of Geralt's shoes and get back into his own. To introspect. And Jaskier realized that he was enough, that he'd done a lot for Geralt, and that Geralt's refusal to embrace his own humanity while still wanting Jaskier as a friend resulted in him becoming an emotional punching bag. And Jaskier, rightfully pissed off after reaching these conclusions, channeled that anger into the post-break-up banger of the century, Burn Witcher Burn. But at the core of what ultimately makes Jaskier one of the most sympathetic and relatable characters in this show, is that he didn't do it so much as he was angry, but because he wanted Geralt to hear it. Because his songs are how he expresses what can't be spoken. The tragedy of Jaskier's character is that he was always going to forgive Geralt. That he was always going to drop what he was doing to trail this man with an affection even Yennefer doesn't easily mock, because it would be entirely too cruel. He wrote that song so Geralt would come and say he was sorry and Jaskier could go back to settling for scraps of his time.

So then we come to season 3, and enter Radovid. Enter the first person Jaskier's met in 30 long years that intrigues him as much as Geralt, and he's absolutely taken off his guard by that sentiment being returned after he's spent over half his life accepting something like that could never happen for him. He's 50 years old. Jaskier has accepted his fate of endless pining at this point. So when Radovid asks him to sing a song about his white-haired witcher, Jaskier slips up. He reveals too much, and it gives Radovid the chance to say exactly what Jaskier needed to hear.

"Does the witcher know how lucky he is to have you?"

I imagine it's rare for Jaskier, who spends his life finding the right words for others, that someone would find the right words for him. It's little wonder he was so immediately fascinated by Radovid, and so immediately heartbroken.

For 3 seasons and multiple decades, we see Jaskier's entire character formed by the hurt he endures being part of Geralt, Yennefer, and Cirri's life. And despite all that hurt, all the rejection, the betrayal, the torture, harassment, manipulations, and political intrigue we see Jaskier progressively becoming a better and better person. He helps Geralt, Yennefer, he helps the elves as the Sandpiper, and watches Cirri without a word of complaint. He throws himself into any dangerous situation asked of him, and helps Yarpen's men. He doesn't let the pain make him bitter. He still thinks love is beautiful, even when it hurts. He drinks, he fucks, he makes merry. He writes sad songs about Geralt.

Jaskier's development, his portrayal as a character, has been a true highlight of this series.

I sometimes think the djinn, in some cruel last jab at Jaskier and Yenn, used them both in Geralt's wish as a form of punishment. For Jaskier, his punishment for wanting so much, so quickly, was to spend his life wanting the one thing he couldn't have. That thing being Geralt, because to punish Yen, who so badly wanted control of her own destiny, he tied it to Geralt's. It's like a magical ouroboros of misery. And for Geralt, who tried to put a stop to the madness, the djinn rewarded him with the thing he wanted most. A family. A wife, a daughter, and a best friend who would never leave. It's some dark and complicated shit, and I think it rings true to the tone of the story itself.

Never has any character in this history of everything deserved to bone a hot Redanian prince more.

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storyslurper · 1 year

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Random Akitaru Obi HCs

SFW::

I don't think he cares LITERALLY AT ALL about size, skinny, chunky, short, tall. Doesn't matter to him even a little bit.

No one can argue with me on this, but he's a lil dense when it comes to romance, Hinawa had to ask him a series of very targeted questions for him to put the pieces together that you were into him.

When he does realize you have feelings for him he'll act on it pretty quickly, very bluntly asking you out might I add, something like "If you really do like me that way we should go out, do you want to go on a date first?" despite that he'll take the relationship slow if that's what you want.

Good god is this man affectionate. I mean like kisses you any chance he gets, always cooing about how great you are and how he's just soo lucky. Doesn't mind pda at all, yet again, kisses you at the drop of a hat. Will chill out a bit if you're not into it but he can't help himself sometimes.

If you aren't on the fire force he will go out of his way to find you a place nearby or would have you stay with him at company 8.

Love language is for sure physical touch and quality time. He would LOVE if you hang out while he works out, would 100% ask you to sit on his back while he does push-ups. You work out with him? SWOONING. Would be your very own personal trainer. <3

Almost always has one hand on you, either a hand on your back or mindlessly rubbing your thigh with his thumb, expect random and unprompted shoulder massages, and they are the most amazing shoulder massages known to man.

Now when you're in the field he is subconsciously hyper-aware of everything you do and everything around you. If you're unpowered he's already had Vulcan make you custom equipment, if you are powered he's a little less overbearing, but not by much. After every mission, especially if it was more dangerous than usual, he'll keep an iron grip on you for an hour at the very least.

NSFW::

Okay. Hear me out... switch. A little more sub-leaning though.

Can't argue that this man isn't needy, I just know it. He craves your touch and practically whines if you deny him. The sounds he makes? Yummy~

Secretly likes when you don't let him cum, also has a deeply repressed desire to be tied up o///o

It's not that he won't it's that he physically can't degrade you. It'd make him feel bad to say such mean things when you're making him feel so good.

Has sooo much stamina it's a little intimidating, his sex drive isn't really that high but definitely has days where it's all he can think about and not even 5 rounds back to back would have him even a little satisfied.

I'm gonna say it, he's a certified thigh lover. He'll grab onto them leaving fingerprint-shaped bruises behind, he'll kiss, bite anything he can do. Is a little embarrassed at how fast he cums when he fucks them, but will rub his cum into your thighs after.

He is MESSY. Absolutely adores when the two of you are sweaty and sticky after, most of the time will make sure you've cum at least twice before even worrying about himself for 2 reasons. 1. He's very much a giver<3 and 2. Your messy blissed out expression gets him that much more excited.

His favorite position is the mating press so he can feel your thighs convulsing against him, going along with that he also likes when you sit on his face. Will also be genuinely offended if you say you're too heavy or that you're scared you'll hurt him, it'll be like "You think I'm not strong enough to handle it?"

Would only ever agree to share you with Hinawa (mostly because he knows he would say no) BUT if Hinawa did say yes the only rule would be that you can't kiss Hinawa. Obi thinks kisses are supposed to be reserved for your lover.

If either of you are mad at the other he doesn't really like to argue or yell so he'll usually fuck the life out of you and then talk about it afterward since you both are most likely calmed down. Angry sex with him is otherworldy, do what you will with that. And for those of you that love a jealous boyfriend, I'm sorry he's not that guy.

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mysweetlixe · 7 months

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Hello! <3

I wanted to say that I really love your works, they are detailed which makes it interesting to read!

I also wanted to request a series where skz s/o has dark skin and they are insecure of it. So skz comforts them and tells that they have most gorgeous unique shade.

A short note to everyone! Everyone is beautiful in their own skin and size. Because it defines you as YOU! So love yourself utterly for being the most amazing person out here <33

-Skin insecurities

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Chan marveled at Y/N's beauty, particularly her skin. He walked into the room to find her standing in front of the mirror admiring herself.

Chan couldn't help but chuckle at how beautiful and unique Y/N's skin was. She has a warm, dark complexion that often left Chan in awe - her deep mahogany shade of brown brought out the perfect contrast to her bright hazel eyes. Chan stepped closer and gently placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder reassuringly as he watched her studying herself intently, looking for something she thought wasn't there.

"What are you thinking about sweetheart?" He asked softly, diverting Y/N from whatever thoughts were running through her mind just now.

Y/N finally shifted away from the mirror with glassy eyes before replying "I'm always so conscious of my skin colour when I see everyone around me is fair", she admitted quietly without meeting his gaze directly as if ashamed by what had been said moments earlier".

Chan reached up with both hands cupping either side of Y/Ns face forcing eye contact before speaking: "You have the most gorgeous and unique shade of skin around sweetheart, it's like nothing I've ever seen."

He smiled warmly at her as he emphasized each word. The corners of his eyes crinkling slightly with a hint of sincerity that made Y/N's heart soar.

Chan continued, "You don't need to wish for lighter skin because your dark complexion is simply stunning!

Every time I look at you my breath catches in my throat and it takes everything in me not to tell everyone how lucky am I". Chan bent down planting a passionate gentle kiss on Y/N lips before adding "Dark complexions exude such sophistication that lighter shades just can't replicate."

Y/N felt tears prick her eyes as released all the pent up emotions she'd been suppressing moments ago - letting herself feel loved for who she was without changing anything about herself.

She grabbed onto both sides apologizing against Chans chest while nodding silently along to what had been said earlier reassured by Chans words of affirmation that she was already good enough, just the way she is.

Her hands gripping onto Chan's shirt tighter still as he spoke in a low voice, "Your dark complexion is special and beautiful - I wouldn't want anything to change darling".

Y/N looked up at him finally her eyes bright with hope and joy this time before replying "Thank you for understanding and always being here when I need you"

At that, Chan smiled and kissed her forehead as Y/N finally felt secure in the knowledge that despite all the things society deemed "beautiful", she was beautiful too - simply with being who she naturally is.

Minho couldn’t stand when Y/N talked about how much she hated her skin become so effortless and enjoyable.

Y/N smiled peacefully, in that moment no longer was she self-conscious or insecure about her skin tone. Minho had just outdone himself yet again with making her feel beautiful for who she really was - he truly loved every part of Y/N, from the color of her skin to how it lit up when a smile found its way onto his lips.

The darkness already existed but the light within them sparkled brighter than anyone could ever imagine with just one simple loving gesture; watching him made emotions bubble inside.

When their hands joined together, Y/N felt an overflowing fountain of warmth flooding through them and radiating out from their bodiesthis sensation even further; there were wishes still unfulfilled and dreams still lingering amongst stars which would keep on fighting until they reach one's destiny at last, but life by itself felt complete because these moments sure did fill in plenty for what seemed to be missing before now as comforting words washed away fears.

Minho gently lifted Y/N's chin, tenderly wiping away the tears that trickled down her cheeks. He held her close, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he gazed into her eyes with understanding.

Immense amount of passion and tenderness put forth through this simple yet powerful statement was more than enough for Y/N to realise that despite any insecurity she felt about her dark skin, Minho loved it just as much - if not even more - then some others may have regarded it with.

Something within these moments seemed almost magical; there was a sense of pure bliss radiating off their embrace which neither wanted nor could break free from like two souls being sewn together after so many years apart.

All those inhibitions regarding shade or beauty discrimination suddenly vanished right before them because in each other's arms they were both special and remarkable beyond measure regardless of all else that may exist around them telling otherwise.

As long as love and comfort were shared between the two of them, Y/N no longer needed to worry about anything because with Minho she felt not only safer but truly accepted too.

Changbin's eyes were gentle - something Y/N had rarely ever seen before in a man but when Changbin looked at her she felt like no one else mattered.

His gaze upheld her with warmth and acceptance that was never once denied, he saw the beauty in every imperfection of hers; tenderly Carroll his thumb along Y/N checks as he repeated "My love, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, your dark skin is beautiful beyond compare".

It was almost like seeing through any silly social standard regarding complexions because if there were such things none existed for him anymore; its magnificent texture can only be celebrated rather than belittled or ignored.

The dissatisfaction which consumed so much of Y/Ns heart suddenly evaporated whatever doubt remained within it upon being embraced by words of sincerity that proclaimed her complexion to be indescribably lovely!

Suddenly all those doubts about how socially unacceptable some may consider darker hues vanished - allowing one to genuinely bask into an atmosphere full bliss with no fear of judgement or contempt.

Despite any criticism one may of faced prior to this moment, being loved and accepted by Changbin gave Y/N the confidence she needed to come into her own and show off every part of herself; all inhibitions lifting away which until now had only held her back from revealing who she truly was due solely because doubt started settling in instead!

The courage that arose alongside love inspired a new kind bravery within as soon proud smiles lit up so beautifully illuminated faces it seemed like stars themselves were beginning shine through eyes when partners leaned closer indulge more - illuminating remarkable beams magnificence around them produced reverberating effects much further than just two others touching but rather an immense feeling joy radiating outwards anyone willing witness.

Y/N was overwhelmed with emotion as she looked up at Changbin, tears streaming down her face. She had been so insecure for so long and it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

"Thank you," she whispered, throwing her arms around him and hugging him tightly. Changbin held her close, stroking her hair soothingly until she calmed down.

He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes again, "Don't ever doubt your beauty again, my love. You are perfect just the way you are."

Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling more loved and cherished than ever before. With Changbin's words, all of Y/N's fears and doubts vanished. She knew that she was beautiful and that no one else's opinions mattered. As long as she had Changbin by her side, she could conquer anything.

Hyunjin stood in front of Y/N with a look of awe and wonder on his face. "Y/N," he whispered, "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

" His eyes caressed every inch of Y/N's dark skin, admiring the unique and captivating shades that made her stand out from the crowd. He reached out and ran his fingers down her arm, relishing in the softness and warmth of her skin.

"When you speak of your skin colour like it's a bad thing, it breaks my heart," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "Your dark complexion is a gift. It's what makes you who you are, and who you are is absolutely stunning."

Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes at Hyunjin's words. She had never felt so seen and appreciated for something that she had always been insecure about. Hyunjin's words were like a balm to her soul, soothing her insecurities and making her feel beautiful in her own skin.

She embraced Hyunjin tightly, feeling overwhelmed with emotions."Thank you," she whispered, burying her face in his chest.

Hyunjin held her close, rubbing soothing circles on her back as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. His words were like music to her ears, making her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

"I love every inch of you," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I love your dark skin, your curves, your flaws - everything about you is perfect to me."

Y/N looked up at him, feeling a newfound confidence and self-love stirring within her. She realized that she didn't need anyone else's validation or approval - as long as she had Hyunjin's love and acceptance, that was all she needed.

"Thank you for loving me for who I am," she said, smiling up at him.Hyunjin grinned back at her, cupping her face in his hands.

"Always, my love," he said, before leaning in to kiss her deeply. In that moment, Y/N felt like she was on top of the world- with Hyunjin by her side, there was nothing that could stop them.

They were each other's support system, rock, and home - and nothing else mattered,the passion between them intensified with each passing moment as Hyunjin continued to shower Y/N with love and affection.

His lips were like a magnet, pulling her in and igniting a fire within her that she had never known before. Their bodies pressed together, the warmth of their skin enveloping one another as they lost themselves in each other's embrace.

As they parted from the kiss, Y/N looked up at Hyunjin with a newfound confidence and love. "I don't need anyone else's approval," she said, her voice full of conviction. "As long as I have you, I am complete."

Hyunjin smiled down at her, his eyes shining with adoration. "You are always enough for me," he said, his arms tightening around her waist.

And with those words, Y/N knew that she would never have to worry about her insecurities again. With Hyunjin by her side, she was unstoppable - and together they would conquer the world.

Jisung came home to find Y/N crying on the couch. He rushed over to her side, taking her in his arms and holding her close.

"What's wrong, my love?" he whispered soothingly.Y/N sniffled, tears streaming down her face. "I just feel so ugly," she said.

"Everyone is always talking about how light skin is better, and I just can't help but feel like I don't measure up."

Jisung shook his head, cupping her face in his hands and looking into her eyes. "That's not true at all," he said firmly. "You are the most beautiful woman I know, inside and out."

Y/N felt a little better at Jisung's words, but still felt a twinge of doubt. "But why do so many people think that lighter skin is better?" she asked.

Jisung's expression softened as he stroked her cheek lovingly. "It's just society's standards, my love," he said. "But you don't have to buy into those standards. You are unique and beautiful just the way you are - never let anyone make you doubt that."

Y/N's heart swelled at Jisung's words and she leaned into him, feeling comforted by his embrace. She knew that she was lucky to have someone like Jisung in her

life - someone who saw her for who she truly was and loved her unconditionally. With him by her side, she felt like she could conquer anything.

Jisung continued to hold her close, running his fingers through her hair as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. His touch was like a balm to her soul, soothing her insecurities and making her feel loved and cherished.

"We don't need to conform to society's standards," he said. "We can create our own standards - ones that are based on love and acceptance rather than superficial appearances. And in my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling a newfound confidence stirring within her. Jisung's words were like a beacon of light, shining brightly and guiding her towards self-love and acceptance.

"Thank you," she whispered, snuggling closer to him. Jisung held her close, feeling grateful for the chance to comfort and support the woman he loved. He knew that there would be more challenges to come, but as long as he had Y/N by his side, he felt like they could conquer anything together.

Y/N looked up at Jisung, feeling a sense of gratitude and admiration for the man she loved. He had always been her rock, her support system, and her confidante - and she couldn't imagine going through life without him.

"You always have a way of making me feel better," she said, smiling up at him. Jisung grinned back at her, his eyes shining with love and affection. "I will always be here to make you feel better," he said.

"That's what love is all about."Y/N leaned in to kiss him softly, feeling a surge of passion and desire as their lips met.

Jisung's touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine as he caressed her body with his hands. Their bodies pressed together, the heat between them growing more intense with each passing moment.

As they pulled away from the kiss, Y/N looked up at Jisung with a sense of wonder. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have someone like him in her life - someone who saw her for who she truly was and loved her unconditionally.

"I love you," she whispered.

Jisung smiled down at her, his eyes sparkling with emotion. "I love you too," he said softly. "And nothing will ever change that.

"They both knew that there would be challenges to come - but they had each other's love and support, and nothing could come between them.

Felix was using Y/N’s phone when he saw her twitter and all the mean comments about her dark skin.

Felix's heart sank as he scrolled through Y/N's Twitter feed, reading the hurtful comments about her dark skin. He knew that the world could be cruel, but it was different when it was directed towards someone he loved so deeply.

He looked up to see Y/N watching him, her eyes full of sadness and shame. "I'm sorry you had to see that," she said quietly.

Felix shook his head, setting the phone down and reaching for her hand. "You don't have to apologize," he said firmly.

"Those people are just ignorant and don't know how to appreciate beauty when they see it." Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "But what if they're right?" she whispered. "What if I'm not beautiful?"

Felix's heart broke at the insecurity in her voice. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he said firmly. "And your skin color has nothing to do with that."

Y/N looked up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt or hesitation. When she found none, she felt a flicker of hope stirring within her. Maybe - just maybe - Felix was right.

"I just wish people could see past my skin color," she said softly. Felix's expression softened as he stroked her cheek.

"I know," he said. "But you don't need their approval or validation. You are beautiful just the way you are, and anyone who can't see that is missing out on something truly special."

Felix smiled down at her, his eyes shining with love and affection. "I love you too," he said softly. "And I will always be here to remind you of how beautiful you are."

Any obstacle that came their way. As they stood there, wrapped up in each other's arms, Y/N could feel her heart racing with anticipation. She had been waiting for this moment for months - ever since she first laid eyes on Felix and felt a spark of attraction that she couldn't ignore.

Now, as they stood there together, she knew that this was just the beginning of their journey - a journey that would take them through ups and downs, but ultimately lead them to a place of deep love and connection.

With Felix by her side, she knew that anything was possible. And as they continued to share tender kisses in the soft glow of the moonlight, Y/N felt her worries and fears melting away.

All that mattered now was the love they shared - and the promise of an incredible future together.

Seungmin wrapped his arms around Y/N, gazing into her eyes with love and admiration. He knew that she was insecure about her dark skin - but he also knew how wrong that perception could be.

His fingers traced a path down her arm, his touch gentle and reassuring. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" he murmured, smiling softly.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words. She had always struggled with her self-image, but Seungmin had a way of making her feel like the most important person in the world. "I'm not sure I see what you see," she admitted.

Seungmin's expression turned serious as he lifted her chin to meet his gaze. "You are stunning, Y/N," he said firmly. "Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise."

Y/N blushed at his words, feeling a flutter in her stomach. She had never felt so seen and appreciated before. Seungmin made her feel like she was truly worth something.

He leaned in to kiss her softly, his lips tender and sweet against hers. Y/N felt herself melting into the kiss, losing herself in the moment and forgetting all of her insecurities.

As they pulled away, Seungmin looked at her with a sense of awe. "I can't believe I get to be with someone as amazing as you," he said quietly.

Y/N smiled up at him, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. She knew that she was lucky to have someone that loved and supported her the way Seungmin did. And with him by her side, she knew that she could face any challenge that came her way.

"Thank you for making me feel beautiful," she said softly, nuzzling into his chest. Seungmin held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"You are beautiful, Y/N," he whispered. "Inside and out."

Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her, as if all her worries and fears had been lifted away. Seungmin had a way of making her feel like she could conquer anything - and with him by her side, she knew that she could.

They stood there together for a long moment, their bodies pressed close and their hearts entwined. And as they gazed out at the world around them, Y/N felt a sense of joy and hope stirring within her.

She knew that they would face obstacles in the future - but with Seungmin by her side, she had all the strength and courage she needed to tackle them head on.

From this moment forward, their lives were intertwined...and Y/N couldn't be more grateful for it.

Jeongin cupped her face and kissed her forehead lovingly. "You're so beautiful," he spoke, his voice soft and gentle.

Y/N felt the warmth of his affection radiating through her body, easing away all of the insecurities she had about her dark skin.

Jeongin saw something in Y/N that made him love her even more, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for it."Thank you," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Jeongin smiled down at her, his eyes filled with adoration. "Don't ever forget how beautiful you are," he said firmly. "Your skin color doesn't define you - your heart and soul do."

Y/N felt herself melting into his embrace, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his arms. With Jeongin by her side, she knew that she could face anything that the world threw at her.

As they stood there together, Y/N felt a sense of gratitude and love wash over her. She was so lucky to have someone like Jeongin in her life - someone who saw her for who she truly was and loved her unconditionally.

And as they shared their love in soft whispers and tender touches, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together.

Whatever the future held, she knew that they would face it together - nothing could ever hurt her. As their lips met in another longing kiss, Y/N knew that she would be safe within the warm, loving embrace of his arms.

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Not Just Any Other Girl

Oscar Weasley (OC) x F!MC

NSFW 🔞 alcohol, sexual tension, smut

Sexy one shot for original character, Oscar (Garreth's brother), created by @eternalremorse and used with her permission. This is stand-alone and not connected to my Brothers fic series. Long fic.

Every year, at the start of summer, Garreth Weasley would host a campout party on his family's farmland for all his friends. A tradition that was started after their 6th year at Hogwarts and was continuing on despite the friends having long since left school.

This year, MC was attending with Poppy. Their charmed overnight bags were packed along with their tent and plenty of supplies as per Garreth's 'Bring a Bottle' stipulation. Poppy placed a wide brimmed straw hat on her head and picked up the pot of Floo Powder, holding it out to MC.

"Are you ready?"

MC took a breath as she looked at the pot, trying to muster up a smile. Poppy gave her a sympathetic look. "You can't mope around forever, MC. It's time to move on."

MC nodded. Poppy was right. Her failed relationship with her Ministry man boyfriend had been the latest disastrous chapter in her love life. After only a few short months, he had presented her with a ring, and MC had run like a Graphorn had been chasing her. Not because of the proposal as such, but more the reason behind it.

Men liked her for the power that flowed in her veins. Her ancient magic was both a blessing and a curse. Why couldn't they want her for her and not her magic?

Poppy's lips lifted a little, her eyes playful. "You never know. You might get lucky at the camp out. You did sneak into the hay barn with Sebastian the summer after graduation after all. Maybe you can make a revisit."

MC blushed. "Poppy! We promised we wouldn't talk about that again."

"No, you said that. I never made any promises."

MC rolled her eyes and moved towards the Floo point. "That was three years ago, and he is in a relationship now. There will be no sneaking into the hay barn with Sebastian Sallow."

Poppy smirked. "Who said it had to be with him?"

MC threw Poppy a stern look before pinching up some Floo Powder. "The Weasley Farm!"

MC disappeared in a flicker and flash of green light, Poppy's chuckle echoing in her ears.

....*....

The cook fires were working over time, the smell of burning wood and sizzling meat filling the air as the party guests helped themselves from kegs of Butterbeer and a table laden with various other alcoholic treats. Some of those bottles were lethal, concoctions of Garreth's own design that were sure to see you crawling on your knees into your tent if you went hard, and that was if you made it there at all.

As the sun was sinking into the horizon, the fiddles and drums had come out, and there would be dancing. Enchanted fire lanterns bobbed around the secluded patch of land, logs laid out around the campfire for guests to sit on, and the various tents were set up along the tree line. It was a festive air with much laughter and chatter.

MC refilled her glass with a rather lovely fruity cocktail that was going down nicely and took a generous mouthful. Poppy stumbled up to her, a garland of flowers on her head. She pointed to it. "Look what Garreth made me," she giggled. "Isn't it lovely?"

MC nodded. "It is," she replied. "Don't tell me you're going to abandon our tent for the hay barn with Garreth tonight?"

Poppy giggled again at MC's quirked eyebrow and shook her head. "I have no immediate plans, but that may change. What about you? Have you got your eye on anyone?"

MC shook her head and took another sip of drink. "I think we are getting to that age where all the good ones are getting snapped up."

Poppy sighed, and then her eyes widened, and she grabbed MC's arm. "Merlin's beard! Look who just showed up!"

A loud cheer sounded, and MC turned to see the superstar Beater from the Montrose Magpies Quidditch team being greeted by enthusiastic party guests. Oscar Weasley, the older brother of Garreth, was not only famous, he was incredibly charming and handsome to go with it. His charms had been directed towards MC ever since Garreth had introduced them, but she had always resisted. A couple of times, she had come close to falling for it, but somehow, she had managed to hold back. She had not been one to engrave her name inside a heart with his on the back of the toilet door in the girls' bathroom at Hogwarts. There were far too many of them there already.

"Still lapping up the attention I see," MC frowned. She watched as a girl practically tripped over her own skirts, trying to get to Oscar, her cheeks pink and her eyes shining with adoration. "His photographs on the sports pages of the Prophet have him with a different girl on his arm every week."

"Take notes do you?" Poppy asked.

MC's frown deepened. "Of course not. It's just that obvious."

Poppy gave her a knowing look and poured herself another drink. "Well, don't look now, but I think Mr Popular is heading this way. Turn your lips into a smile, MC. Maybe you'll be the next pretty girl to get her photograph in the paper."

MC gaped at Poppy's audacity and just got a giggle in response as Oscar arrived at the drinks table.

His lovely red hair tumbled across his forehead, and his face was covered in freckles just like Garreth. Tall with broad shoulders, he had the perfect physique for a Beater, his shirt the perfect fit for highlighting the muscle in his arms and chest. He held himself with confidence, and in his gaze, he had that cheeky Weasley twinkle that was most irresistible.

"Good evening ladies," he greeted. "Don't you look lovely."

Poppy immediately held out her hand and was rewarded with a kiss on the back of it. MC folded her arms and merely smiled, aloof and definitely not impressed. At least, that was the look she was going for. "Hello, Oscar."

His smile lit up his face, his blue eyes twinkling as he turned them on her. MC ignored the little flutter of her pulse as he did so. There was just something so alluring about the way his eyes seemed to caress you, drawing you in until everything else seemed to fade out.

"MC, I swear you grow prettier every time I see you," he said.

He didn't mind that she hadn't offered him her hand. He merely stepped up and pressed a kiss to her cheek instead, the alluring spice of his cologne filling her nose, the soft brush of his lips against her skin making the alcohol in her blood sing with fire.

His face lingered close after the kiss, his eyes blazing into hers, and she fought against the need to gulp down air into her lungs. His gaze dropped to her lips, and his own twitched ever so slightly before he straightened, his look almost predatory, and MC fought against the way it made her insides squirm with heat.

"I'm sure every girl you meet has the pleasure of hearing you say that," she said, tightening her folded arms. "You don't need to flatter me, however. I've known you too long for that."

He smirked, eyes devouring her. "Five years in fact, and yet you still manage to astound me with those beautiful eyes of yours."

Poppy was behind him, her face one of mischief as she stuck her thumb up, nodding her head enthusiastically before she scampered away, her flower crown jostling as she joined the dancers. MC would definitely be having words with her later for abandoning her like this, leaving her to the dangerous charms of Oscar Weasley.

In an attempt to distract him from staring at her the way he was, she turned to the drinks table. "What are you drinking? Or are you on a health drive being an athlete now and all that."

Oscar stepped up beside her, leaning over to glance at the varied bottles on the table, his shoulder brushing against hers. MC tensed and almost stepped back as he picked up a bottle of vivid blue. "I take it these are Garreth's monstrosities."

MC laughed, the sound slipping automatically from her lips. "Actually, these are pretty good," she said. "He deserves more credit for his talents."

Oscar grinned and put down the bottle, selecting another and taking a sniff. "You have always been Garreth's biggest supporter, MC. I'm surprised he hasn't pulled you into bed by now."

"Who says he hasn't?" She quipped.

He looked taken aback for a moment but recovered quickly. "And has he?"

MC laughed, holding her fingers to her mouth as she did so. "Oh, the look on your face," she chuckled. She shook her head. "No, he hasn't. I'm one of his best friends, Oscar. And that means something to us."

He gave her a long, heated look. "Well, I would say that's Garreth's loss."

"Of course you would," she said. She picked up her drink. "You're hardly short of simpering females to warm your bed though, Oscar. So I doubt it bothers you all that much. Oh, and I can recommend the fruity pink tipple. It's rather lovely."

She raised her glass and gave him a big smile before she sauntered off into the crowd, leaving him to shake his head in amusement.

....*....

The sun had finally slipped below the horizon, the sky a blanket of emerging stars as the music thumped and people danced. MC was dancing with a drink in her hand, Garreth beside her. He grabbed her free hand and twirled her around, laughing when she nearly spilt her drink.

"Down it," he said into her ear. She grinned and did just that, lifting her cup up when she was done with a cheer. Garreth grabbed her about the waist, lifting her off the ground and spinning around.

MC squealed, the scene around her blurring as she spun. She tilted her head back to look up at the starry sky, laughter pealing from her lips. Poppy was right. Coming here was the best medicine to pull her out of her slump. Then she was falling, both her and Garreth tumbling to the grass in a heap. She rolled, Garreth scrambling to check that she was alright.

"Bloody hell, I'm so sorry," he said. She looked up at him and burst out laughing again. He looked alarmed, and then he started laughing, too.

"I'm glad you two find it so funny," Oscar said, appearing above them. He held out his hand, and MC looked at him, her laughter fading as she reached up to clasp it. He pulled her up, and she staggered into his arms.

He held her steady, pressed up against his solid frame, his eyes blazing with amusement and something else. Something dangerous that stroked at her deep inside. MC couldn't seem to break the eye contact, and she thought she should before she did something stupid, like let him kiss her.

Because she didn't want that, did she? Oscar would warm her bed for the night, and then he would be gone the next day. She didn't really see herself as a conquest, but then she ran from any man who tried to put a ring on her finger, too. Maybe a warm bed for the night wouldn't be so bad.

"Watch those hands of his, MC," Garreth said from behind her. "Merlin knows where they have been."

Oscar flicked his gaze towards Garreth with narrowed eyes that were more impish than anything else. He murmured close to MC's ear, his words low and soft. "I know where I want them to be."

MC felt her body tighten, heat searing through her as an image materialised behind her eyes. Oscar, naked against bed sheets, his hands on her skin. She swallowed and felt the heat flare even more. His gaze moved to hers, and what he saw there pulled a smirk onto his lips.

She realised she was still pressed against him, his hands on her lower back. She stepped away, and his hands grazed her waist, reluctantly releasing her with the softest of touches. She tucked her hair behind her ear and forced herself to look away from the allure of his blue eyes.

"I'm rather thirsty after all that dancing," she said. "I'm going to grab another drink."

Garreth's eyes brightened. "I know what you need," he said. He grabbed her hand. "Come on, I've been saving the best till last. You're going to love it."

MC let him tug her through the dancers, glancing back over her shoulder as she followed, her eyes meeting immediately with Oscar's. He gave her a smile that sent a shiver along her spine, the warmth of his body still lingering from where he had held her. Her resistance was slipping.

....*....

It was late. The sky was at its darkest before the dawn. Some had retreated to their tents already, others were still drinking and making the most of things. There was still music and dancing, but somehow it had turned into couples, and she didn't know how it had happened, but MC was pressed up against Oscar. His arms were around her waist, her arms were around his neck, and the movement of their hips made her ache in ways that had her biting her lip.

His mouth was so close to her ear that she could feel the heat of his breath against her skin. It was borderline sinful how it made her feel. Her resistance slipped further, and her head tilted, just enough to be inviting, and she felt the slow scrape of teeth along the shell of her ear. A pulse of heat rolled upwards from her core, and a moan slipped from her mouth.

His grip on her tightened, his fingers curled into the soft fabric of her blouse. "Now that was a delicious moan," he said. His thumb traced circles through her blouse against her lower back. "I want to make you do that again."

Her breaths came quick and shallow, her fingertips delicately toying with his hair at his neck. His hand slid to her hip, and he held her against him, rolling his hips with the music and her mind spun. "Oscar..." She whispered.

"Hmm?" His low hum was close to her ear, the deep resonance of it sliding along her flesh. She shivered.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered. His lips were soft and delicate against her ear, almost like a kiss and her skin tingled for more. "I want to hear you say it."

The rocking of their hips was hypnotic. She relaxed into it, moving against him as the need for friction pierced her. His whispered words filtered through the haze of lust that clouded her mind.

Oh, she wanted him.

It was like a craving, a need that tugged at the deepest places, and she wanted relief. For years, she had held him back, and tonight, he had found a crack in her resolve. He had her held against him, dancing in ways that should be considered scandalous.

But, oh, did it feel good.

She turned her head slightly so that she could look at him, intense blue eyes framed with thick copper lashes offered her the fulfilment of deep desires, and she felt her weakening resistance slip a little more.

"I know what you want," she whispered.

He smirked. "I've been waiting years for you to admit you want it too. You're the one who always gets away, MC."

"So, what happens if I give in?"

His eyes darkened, and he moved his mouth back towards her ear. "I get to hear you moan for me, MC. I promise you, if you let me, you will have plenty of reasons to fall apart in my hands."

Her thoughts drifted to all the girls who had ever been on his arm. Had he whispered the same words to them, luring them into his bed with promises of pleasure. The temptation was real, and she could understand how easy it would be to give in.

"I don't want to be just another girl in a photograph on the back page of the Daily Prophet," she said quietly.

He held her jaw with his finger tips, his gaze travelling over her face. "You could never be just another girl, MC. Does the fact I've been trying to impress you for 5 years not tell you anything?"

She narrowed her gaze. "I hope you're not trying to convince me of your undying love for me here, Weasley."

He chuckled, his thumb grazing gently along her cheek. "I wouldn't go that far. But, I do like you, MC. There is something about you that always pulls me back every time I see you. You can tell me no, I won't hold it against you. But I do want you in my bed."

MC looked into his eyes. He stared back, unflinching and open, their bodies still moving to the music as the party carried on around them. For a moment, it had felt like they had dipped into a little bubble of their own.

No games, no promises he could break, just the offer of his bed and company. MC felt the last of her resistance crumble, and she admitted to herself that she very much liked the idea of being in Oscar Weasley's bed.

Her eyes dropped to his mouth, the curve and dip of his top lip sat so satisfyingly against the plumpness of his lower, and she wondered how soft it would be between her teeth. Her head moved closer as she considered it. She could just give it a little tug, a teasing test to satisfy a burning curiosity.

Her eyes hazed as she vaguely noticed his lips part, her eyelids fluttering fully closed as her teeth caught that plump, pink flesh. Her top lip brushed against his, soft and warm, before she pushed her teeth in harder and tugged. She heard his intake of breath. She savoured the sound as she rolled his lip, her tongue flicking forward to soothe her bite.

His hands slid down to cup her arse, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pressed her firmly against him, the unmistakable bulge of his arousal pressed near her hip. She rubbed herself against it, and his soft, breathy groan sounded against her lips. Hearing him like that made her need twist sharp and hot. She turned his words back to him.

"That was a delicious moan, Oscar," she said. She stared into his eyes with intent. "Let me make you do that again."

He didn’t need to be told twice. Holding her hand, he led her away from the party, past the line of pitched tents and towards the gate that led back towards the farm. The music dwindled into the night, and she wondered idly if he was taking her to the hay barn.

However, they made a turn, cutting down the side of the barn and across the yard towards another outbuilding.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

As they walked out of the shadow of the barn, low, pale moonlight lit them both. He turned to give her a smirk, pausing in his step a moment to look at her. He looked carved from marble in this light, so utterly beautiful, and it stole her breath. He cupped her face, bending his head slowly until his lips brushed against hers.

"I'm taking you to my bed," he said.

He began to lead her again, around the back of a red brick building with a pitched roof, some kind of storage shed by the looks of it. At the rear was a flight of steps that led to a wooden door. Oscar unlocked it and pulled her inside. With a flick of his wand, a lamp was lit on a table to reveal a loft space that had been transformed into a bedroom.

There was a large bed and a dresser, a desk and chair and woven rugs scattered on the floor for warmth and colour. Quidditch posters adorned the low walls, and a Gryffindor flag hung from a beam in the ceiling. MC stared around the room, walking towards the centre as she gazed at his belongings. It was a glimpse into the real Oscar.

"You live here?"

He nodded, discarding his wand on the desktop. "When I am not touring the country with the Magpies, I live here. I don't take up room in the main house, and I get my privacy, but I still benefit from the perks of home cooked food and free laundry."

MC grinned. "Sneaky."

He chuckled and removed his waistcoat, draping it over the chair, before moving closer towards her. He cupped her face with both hands. "Finally, I've got you alone."

She toyed with the top button on his shirt, the collar of which was already open. "I fully expect you to have your wicked way with me," she whispered.

"Believe me, I intend to."

His kiss was no mere brush of his lips this time. This kiss was pure dominance, a claiming of her mouth that had her fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt and a moan sounding in her throat. He tasted like firewhiskey, the scent of fire smoke clung to them both, and MC welcomed the deep swirl of his tongue against hers.

As dominant as his kiss was, he did not rush. If anything, Oscar took his time exploring the warmth of her mouth, his hands sliding down her back and over her hips at a leisurely pace. She had half expected him to tear her clothes free of her body and ravish her, but he didn't.

His mouth moved to her neck, fingers sliding into the hair at the back of her head as he titled her backwards, lips and tongue exploring from ear to collar bone. Deft fingers plucked at the buttons of her blouse, one at a time with gentle slowness, the fabric slipping from her shoulders in a graceful slide that made her shiver.

MC began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers fumbling with her eagerness as she tugged them free to expose the expanse of his chest. Her hands greedily smoothed across the firm muscle, her teeth sinking into her lower lip at the sculpted flesh before reaching for his trouser fastening. He chuckled before grasping her wrists, halting her movements.

"Easy now, MC," he said quietly. He kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth, and then a slow, teasing kiss to her lips. "Slow down. I want to savour every moment of this now that I have you at my mercy."

He lifted her with ease, wrapping her legs around his waist as he kissed her, walking her slowly towards his bed before laying her down. His mouth found skin and kissed, sliding her chemise upwards over ribs, again with aching slowness, as he explored every inch of her.

As the soft cotton rumpled up to expose her breasts, his sigh fanned against her skin, goose bumps spreading as the tip of his tongue swirled over a hardening peak, his mouth claiming it to nip and suck until she was arching up from the bed. His free hand took care of her other breast, gently moulding it against his palm before he tugged her chemise clear of her head. He leant back on his knees to look down at her, his eyes hungry and dark, and he licked his lips.

"So beautiful," he murmured.

MC drew quick, deep breaths, her own eyes staring hungrily at his open shirt. She reached up to continue removing it, but again, he held her wrists, pinning her arms to the bed. He shook his head. "Not yet. I'm not done," he said.

He rolled her, MC gasping in surprise as he slid his palm up her back, sliding her hair to the side so that it fell over her shoulder onto the bed. She closed her eyes, a small whimper leaving her mouth as he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. His lips moved with aching slowness, soft and teasing as he kissed across her shoulders, worshipping every piece of skin over shoulder blades and along her spine.

MC twitched, her hips flexing as the need for friction began to build to almost unbearable levels. His hands shaped her hips, moulded the curve of her backside, fingers dragging up the sides of her thighs as his tongue swirled in the small of her back.

Never before had a man taken so much time over her, worshipping her body in a way that made her feel almost shy. The edge had softened on the alcohol she had consumed, her senses on high alert as Oscar discovered inch after inch of her body with lips, tongue, and softly caressing fingers.

She groaned, leaning on her elbows, head pressed against the bed as she ached for more. As he undid her trousers and slid them down, exposing the delicate cotton and lace of her underwear, MC was almost panting with anticipation as he slightly parted her thighs. She felt his lips on the backs of them, moving slowly upwards as fingers slid under the edge of her knickers to grasp peachy flesh. He moaned, dragging her knickers down to sink his teeth into a cheek, biting gently before drawing the flesh into a sinful suck.

"You've got a delicious arse, MC," he moaned. He kissed all over it, tongue swirling, and MC squirmed, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady as his tongue slid seductively at the top of her crack.

"Oscar..." She whined. The touch of his mouth there sent tingles over her skin, the flesh sensitive.

Teasing fingers tickled downwards, brushing through the crack of her backside before just glancing against her heat, the gentle probe of a finger sliding far too swiftly against the slick gathering there. She moaned, head lifting, thighs twitching open at that brief touch, hungry for more.

Oscar chuckled deeply, sliding her underwear completely free before rolling her back over. He began his slow, torturous kisses again, this time starting at her ankle and working up to her knee, parting her legs so he could suck at her inner thighs.

MC was quivering by now, so desperate for him that she pushed her fingers into his hair, trying to urge him higher. Again, he took her wrists, pinning them to the bed. "Patience, MC," he teased, his smirk sinful. "You are a greedy little thing."

"You're killing me here," she whined.

"All in good time, MC. I told you, I am going to savour every last inch of you. Don't make me tie your hands, because I will."

MC whimpered, hips flexing, her thighs desperate to squeeze together. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Weasley," she groaned through gritted teeth.

He crawled up her body, kissing as he went, claiming her mouth in a deep, probing kiss. He pressed his hips against her, and she wrapped her legs about him as he began to grind against her.

"Is this what you want?" He spoke into her mouth, breath hot as it mingled with hers, hips rolling and his arousal a firm tease against her heat.

"Yes," she panted.

Her fingers were seeking out his waistband, sliding around to try and get to his fastenings, and this time, he let her. She wasted no time with the freedom he allowed her, tugging them open and sliding a hand inside to seek out the silken, heated flesh of his arousal.

She made a delighted sound of triumph as she wrapped a hand around him and slid upwards. He moaned and thrust into her hold. "Fuck..."

She pumped twice, savouring his noises of approval before he pulled back away from her, grinning smugly as he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.

"Enough playtime for you," he said.

MC huffed, almost pouting up at him, bucking her hips upwards. He chuckled and bent to kiss at her neck, nipping at her ear. "How badly do you want it, MC? Are you at the point of begging yet?"

She gasped, eyes wide. "Is that what you want?"

"I'm going to taste you first," he whispered. He slid his tongue across her lower lip, sucking at it softly before sliding downwards, kissing down the valley of her breasts. He explored her ribs and stomach, tongue dipping into her navel before he paid close attention to her hips and then lower.

MC immediately widened her thighs, his hands pressing them even wider so he could slide his tongue at the junction of her leg. He kissed downwards, always avoiding where she desperately needed him, his mouth sucking at the flesh where her backside curved under into leg.

Her hands were in his hair, soft pleas spilling from her lips as he parted her open with his thumbs, the pads sliding along her folds and gathering up the juice that was already gathered in anticipation. He moaned, circling her entrance slowly before pushing upwards to press against her nub. She arched, mouth parting. "Please..." She whined. "Oh, fuck, please!"

"Gods, you're so perfect," he whispered.

His mouth claimed her, tongue sliding hungrily as he positioned his lips around her clit and slowly sucked, little flicks of his tongue adding to mix. MC's hands left his head to reach up and grab the sheet as her back arched, fire spreading with shocking speed through her veins at the bliss of him doing what she needed at long last. Moans of pleasure and relief left her mouth as he worked, his hands having to pin her hips down as she bucked upwards.

Almost immediately, her thighs began to tremble, her abdomen beginning to tighten, and she gasped, fingers flexing and gripping as she soared towards climax. With a wet sucking sound, Oscar removed his mouth, and MC whimpered in shock, her climax stuttering to a pause, and she pushed herself up onto her elbows.

"What are you doing?!" She cried. "Don't stop!"

"Oh, I'm not stopping, sweetheart," he said. "Trust me."

Oscar's eyes blazed as he looked up at her, his finger sliding slowly across her entrance before pushing inside, stretching her before sliding a second finger in to join it. MC stared, her cheeks flushed and mouth parted as he kept her gaze locked with his, his fingers sliding and curling up to press firmly against her sweet spot.

She had the urge to bear down, hips rolling as he pumped slowly, still looking up at her as he swirled his tongue against her again. Picking up where she left off, MC moaned, the pressure building swiftly until she felt the first flutter, toes curling, Oscar's fingers sinking deeper as her walls contracted around them.

MC gasped at the intensity, the tight heat that gripped her as she hit the peak. He urged her through her climax with lips and tongue, MC finally breaking their searing eye contact to sink back onto the bed, breathing hard.

She stared up at the rafters trying to regather her thoughts, her mind still reeling as her body twitched and pulsed with aftershocks. After such a slow and teasing build-up, her climax had shattered through her, the heat and throb almost overwhelming.

She felt the slow brush of fingers, Oscar stroking her again, gentle flicks against her that made her squirm from over stimulation. His tongue slid slowly upwards, joining his finger tip in the tease and she tried to scoot up the bed away from him, but strong hands gripped her hips and pulled her back, mouth claiming her again in a torturous slow suck that made her cry out.

"Oscar, please..." Her fingers grappled for purchase on the twisted sheets. His chuckle reverberated against her, and she gasped before he finally released her and sat up, wiping his mouth.

"Did you want me to stop?" He asked playfully.

MC pushed up, eyeing him, noticing that he had shed the rest of his clothing at some point and his cock was solid, pink and inviting with a gleam of precum at the tip. He smirked at the direction of her gaze, taking a hold of himself and sliding his hand along the shaft with deliberate strokes. "I know what you want," he teased.

He crawled up the bed towards her, his eyes like a predator coming to claim his kill, and MC shivered with anticipation, dropping back down onto the bed and reaching for him. His hands scooped under her back, pulling her up to sit facing him, his mouth claiming hers in a deep kiss, tilting her head back with the force of it. Her hands smoothed over his firm muscles, soft moans leaving her as she reached down to squeeze his backside. It was so peachy but firm.

He rolled them both, laying back on the bed with her on top of him, his hands adjusting her so that she straddled him. She immediately began to grind against him, his soft sounds of approval making him grip her hips. His gaze travelled over her as he urged her to sit up.

"I want to watch you," he said. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing at the peaks as he bit his lip. "I want to see everything as you fuck me."

MC squeezed her thighs around him, arousal waking up deep inside her again, stoked by the fire in his gaze. She brushed her fingertips over his abs, nails scraping slowly through the hair below his navel. Oscar gritted his teeth, muscles tensing under her touch and then groaning as she wrapped her hand around his length.

MC wasted no time settling over him, lining him up and pressing down, his hand splayed across her stomach as she did so. He whispered soft words of appreciation at the feel of her, gently rocking his hips upwards as MC sat firmly against him. Such a full feeling, she closed her eyes and gently swivelled her hips, savouring the deep penetrative feel of their joined bodies.

"You look so good sitting on my cock," he moaned. He grasped her hips, holding her down as he thrust upwards. "Fuck, yes..."

MC began to move, rolling and swivelling her hips at a slow pace, teasing him as much as he had teased her. His open-mouthed groan was filthy, his own hips rolling to her rhythm as he squeezed at her hips and thighs. His cheeks were flushing pink, red lines now blooming on his stomach where she had dragged her fingers across it.

The way they moved together seemed to mimic the dance they had shared in the field, slow, rthymic, sensual. MC let her head fall back, hair trailing down her back, eyes closed and biting her lip as she felt the heat gathering. It felt so good to fuck him, to hear his moans and feel his hands on her skin, she was lost in the sensations of it all.

When she looked back down at him, his eyes were all over her, drinking in the sight, hands roaming from her hips to her breasts to her thighs. She picked up the speed a bit, his face shifting with his pleasure as he gripped her hip, urging her. "That's it, sweetheart, faster..."

MC bounced harder and faster, knees and thighs beginning to burn with the effort, but gods did it feel good. She braced her hands on his chest, cries leaving her lips as the pressure began to tighten inside of her, rolling her hips to make him rub against her sweet spot just right.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, but I've got to do it," he gasped. He sat up, wrapping an arm about her waist and flipping them. MC hit the bed with a thump, hair splayed out behind her as Oscar pressed her legs wide and slid deep, bracing his hands against the bed as he began to thrust hard and fast.

His breaths were harsh through parted lips, his brow creased and sweat forming on his brow as he pounded into her. MC barely had time to catch her breath, hands clinging to the bed sheets, cries falling from her lips.

"Arch your back for me," he gasped.

The swift build of pressure made her lift her hips, Oscar holding on to them as he braced himself with his knees.

"Such a good girl," he groaned. "I can feel you clenching... so tight... fuck."

MC hit the peak for the second time with a keening sound that sent Oscar over the edge, he held her pelvis tightly against him, grinding deep as he came, heat pulsing deep within her as he filled her up, before easing them both gently back down to the bed.

Both of them breathing fairly hard, Oscar took hold of her chin, gently angling her face so that he could kiss her. Such a soft, gentle kiss after the heated finish before he moved to lay beside her, his arm circling her waist to tug her close against him.

MC closed her eyes, face buried against his sweat slicked chest, breathing in their combined scent and just existing in their bubble of heat.

....*....

The sun was quite high in the sky when MC blinked sleepily against the golden glow shining through the window at the far end of the loft room. A heavy warmth was pressed up against her back, a freckled arm wrapped snugly about her waist and steady even breaths near her ear of a sleeping Oscar.

MC lay there, slowly waking up, muscles aching pleasantly after their exertions in the early hours. Her head was a bit fuzzy from the alcohol, but she felt okay, her thoughts more geared towards wondering how things would play out this morning.

No doubt, Poppy was probably wondering where she was, although someone must have seen her leave with Oscar last night. She had finally given in, and she couldn't help the small smirk that lifted her lips. It had been worth it.

Shifting a little, feeling rather warm with Oscar wrapped around her, MC tried to be careful as she moved. Oscar's arm tightened, tucking her in even closer as he bent to nuzzle at her neck, mouth pressing a soft kiss there.

"Don't even think about escaping, MC," he murmured, voice husky with sleep. "I'm not done with you yet."

Her eyes widened. "Is that so?"

He hummed, his hand cupping her breast as he kissed her neck. "It took me so long to get you in my bed, I am not going to let you out of it."

"You will have to let me go at some point," she pointed out.

He turned her, pressing down on her, trapping her beneath him. His eyes were adorable, sleepy but lit with mischief, red indents from the creased pillow marking his cheek. He pressed kisses over her face, hands roaming freely along her body.

"And what if I don't want to?" He teased. "What will it take to keep you with me?"

MC felt her heart skip a little, her eyes searching his. "You don't mean that," she said, shaking her head. "... do you?"

He brushed her hair back from her face, fingers trailing down her cheek. "I do. I told you last night, you are not just any girl, MC."

She stared at him. Speechless.

He smiled, blue eyes twinkling, and he patted the bed beside her. "There is a space right here for you if you want it. And this isn't something I offer lightly. This room is my private space. I hardly ever bring anyone else here."

"So, why me?" She asked, stunned.

He studied her, hand gentle against her face. "You deserve so much more than a quick romp in a barn or against a tree," he said. "I wanted to enjoy you properly. I just hoped you would feel the same. I still can't believe you're actually here, to be honest."

She smiled, warmth spreading through her as she took hold of his wrist, thumb caressing his skin. "Well, I am here," she said softly. "And I'm not leaving, not just yet anyway."

His grin spread slowly across his face as bent down to kiss her.

....*....

The trees were turning, reds and golds eliminating the green of the leaves against a sky of blue, the breeze feeling just chilly enough to warn that winter would follow swiftly after the glory of autumn. MC tugged her black and white Montrose Magpie scarf tighter around her neck as she stood in the VIP stand at the Magpie's Quidditch stadium.

It was match day, and she was here to support Oscar alongside Garreth and Poppy. They, too, were wearing Magpie scarves, their cheeks pink as they giggled over their whispered secrets, Garreth sneaking kisses against her neck as he held her. MC smiled as she watched them. She wasn't the only one to have started something new the night of the camp out.

MC looked up as the players shot across the sky on their brooms, racing around the stadium before the start of the match. Oscar slowed to give her a wave as he passed, blowing her a kiss before zooming off.

All over the summer the back pages of the Daily Prophet had been charting the success of the Magpie team, the photographs of the players being somewhat more consistent, because the only girl ever photographed with Oscar now was MC.

She had taken up his offer of a spot in his bed, and he had kept his word about keeping her there. Not that she ever wanted to leave it, of course. With lips that kissed the way he did and hands that knew her every curve by now, there was nowhere else she would rather be.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #oscar weasley x mc #oscar weasley #blueraineshadows

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lumibye · 4 months

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˗ˋ ୨ - 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑 𝒖𝒑 : 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 - ୧ ˊ˗

holidays are my only opportunity to be unapologetically sappy on this blog , i think . . . . ( /j ) and since it’s going to be 2024 in like 20 minutes here in australia i wanted to get this out before it gets too late into the night hehe also ! i have a lot i want to say

( also comm showcase because i thought that'd be cute )

so it’s almost been a year since i properly ( there's no way to properly do it but you understand . . ) started self-shipping , i think ? and it's ( in all honesty ? ) helped me through much of the year i started this blog back in march i believe , but i consider our anniversary to be in may ( i thought it was august but a very silly girlie got dates mixed up with lore if you could believe ehe ; ) which . . is five months off but it still feels pretty close ! he’s become such an intrinsic and important part of my life now that it feels as if it’s always been this way i guess . i’ve said it before but his character is just so kind and gentle and caring but also he’s reminded be how lovely it is to actually romanticise life a little bit and how good it feels to embrace your passion/s i um . . i love him very much ? 🩵🥺

he’s such a genuine source of comfort and so very dear to my heart , and I truly think he’s going to be my love favourite forever and i can't wait to do more ship stuff in the coming year hehe ! i’ve been with this series for sixteen years now . because i'm old . ( /j ) it was such a huge staple of my childhood and maybe i’ll talk about it someday - i'd like to ! - because many of my dearest memories are centred around this franchise. perhaps this blog was always inevitable in that way , i like to joke about self shipping with him is like a long term membership bonus . . but either way , in a sense i feel so lucky i get to express my love for it in this way if that makes sense ?

marianne ( having been made this year ) is also important to me in a way that’s . . come to surprise me , honestly ? i haven’t had an ‘ oc ‘ in a very long while so perhaps i just forgot about how emotionally attached you can really become . it’s probably also no shock that despite being a self insert, she’s very personal to me . . as someone that admittedly struggles with quite a bit of negative self talk, being able to say i like these parts of myself that i implement into her character has been quite healing for me as well ! and being able to rediscover my love for collecting flowers and coffee was also something really fun to do ! to the person that designed her ( you know who you are hehe ) I’m so incredibly grateful you bought her to life. It truly does mean sm . . as well as to everyone that's drawn her of course hehe , im always so giddy to see my little beloveds drawn so prettyful !

i really can’t emphasise enough just how grateful i am for both the community and all of my really lovely moots. i’m rather quiet so i don’t talk a lot but the interactions i’ve had on here are soso special to me and i really do cherish them so much no matter how small . . i have so many fond memories this year of that alone and it makes me tearyy happy happy 2024 to you and your beloveds hehe - if you actually managed to sit through all this I’m actually spinning you around so so much you very lovely and sweet . I hope the new year is everything you want it to be ! sending you each and every one of my best wishes your waaay mwah mwah !

#: charm's chatting ✦#⊱ long post ⊰#⊱ gush post ⊰#( art creds in alt txt )#font sizing wont cooperate again ;

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catastrophe-cole · 2 years

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Hello! Could you write a Mumbo Jumbo x a easily flustered Reader? Just Mumbo flirting to get them all blushy and stuttery because he finds it adorable and endearing :]

Paid With A Kiss?

Word count: 1690 words

Summary: Mumbo Jumbo is a gentleman, he would never ever tease you for how adorable you acted around him, and he would never exploit such adorable trait of yours. Unfortunately, under the influence of red life, he seems to lose just a few knot of his self control.

Genre: Romantic // small mention of injury and blood

Author's Note: I feel like this went a bit off than what the request is supposed to be but I love how it turned out so I hope you like it too!

Mumbo is known, or at least, seen as one of the hermits who are quite meek and shy at first hand. His gentlemanly attitude and choice of fashion gives the impression that he would faint at the slight gesture or display of affection from a person he admires.

And for a good while you believe it.

Knowing and befriending him for so long, his stuttering and easily flustered self has become a sort of endearing. Not that you would ever admit about it right up to his face, but you enjoy seeing his pale complexity turn red.

That's as far as what you had experienced and known of. And most of it seems to change starting from that one time the two of you are a part of Last Life.

Despite being on red, Mumbo seems to be heavily attached to you despite your yellow status. You had given him a life or two before during the series, you offered him another, to help him back up to yellow, but he kindly refused your offer.

And somehow you let him stay around your base. You let him use your mining entrance, breed and slay your cow, dump all his resources into your chest, etc etc.

It feels.. Fairly intimate, to share this level of trust with a red name if you have to admit.

Though you're not one to complain, the server's currently in absolute chaos with all the plotting and revenge against each other, you'd much prefer to have Mumbo as an ally during such time, especially since you have a couple of life to spare still.

That, and perhaps one other reason.

During the time of Mumbo being on red and yellow, he feels a bit more.. Aggressive, somehow. He voice his opinion more and he doesn't hesitate to grab your hand and pull you away from situations should things escalate south.

You can't say you hate it.

Every time he'd seemingly casually grab your hand you would use your sleeve to hide your face while following him to wherever he takes you, tactically hiding your growing blush due to the absolute crush you have on the moustache man. Though unfortunately, you're not very subtle at it.

Mumbo noticed it, of course. Being by your side ever, giving his loyalty to you after you had given him a life, all are mere ploy to stay close to you and pull these reactions with ease.

He was one of the unfortunate one, starting off with only two lives. Though he was lucky that he stumbled upon you during the early time the server starts, as you offered him your life in exchange for his aid should you need his assistance.

He was super relieved back then, and perhaps was a bit into the moment, when he just instinctively grabbed your hand that had given him life and planted a chaste kiss on your knuckles. His lips ghosting on your skin as his eyes closed shut, before he stares up to you from the ground, and swears his loyalty until the end.

That was the start of how he found out how absolutely adorable you are, blushing by his boldness.

He'll admit that he's not the best at relationship and the likes, but damn the Void he'll cross the End just to see you flinch and look away while hiding your blush after he had touched you in the most innocent way.

And perhaps it was the effect of the red life that made him bolder by day.

You have done a little bit of exploring outside your base to find Scar and see if he's willing to trade for you to use the enchanter. You wanted to give Mumbo a small extra protection since he seems to be keen on not having you waste another life on him.

Unfortunately enough during your secret meeting with the mage, a stray skeleton and a couple of creepers had come by and decided that it was right to break your shield and let one of their stray arrows hit your shoulder. You're fine, a little bit scathe, but the situation wasn't life threatening.

It's just that the pain on your arm hurts like hell. Healing takes time, and even after you have walked through blocks and blocks of terrain back to your home, that time is still not enough.

Mumbo noticed this, of course, as he had been taking care of what seems to be a small miniature of redstone traps right by the front of your base. He had never gotten up from his seat so fast as he rushed to your side, grabbing you by your healthy arm as he looked at you with concerned eyes that burned with glint of anger behind them.

"What happened- I.. Who did this?!" He was furious, not to you obviously, but to anyone or anything that had caused your arm to bleed through your ripped sleeve.

You shook your head, hand resting by his chest, giving him a small smile, "No one, Mumbo. Calm down. It was just a skeleton with an enchanted bow who attacked me and Scar."

"You and.. Scar?" Your answer doesn't seem to satisfy him as he still seems as furious and as anxious as before, "What were you- Love what were you doing with him? I told you not to venture too far! Joel is out like mad, I don't want you to risk it!"

You can feel your cheek grows hotter, not by the pain on your arm but by the affectionate pet name he had just casually given you. Trying to brush it off casually, you turned to your inventory.

"No- No Mumbo it's fine. I'm- I'm fine, we were fine. We picked a good spot away from everyone. And besides I need to use the enchanter from him."

"I could've gone out there instead of you.."

"Well, yes but then I wouldn't be able to give you this." Before Mumbo could feel further guilt, you pull out a shining diamond chestplate, one that is lightly glomming with purple aura of enchantment.

"You had.. Done a lot for me, a lot more than what we actually had agreed on and I'm.. The only thing I can offer you is my life. And since you seems to insist that you don't want me to give my life to you, I thought maybe.." you took a deep breath, clutching the chest plate while still looking away from him, somewh growing slightly embarrassed because you noticed the way he gave you almost the entirety of his focus to your words

".. I thought maybe, I could give you some extra protection instead. You know, to keep you safe—"

Before you can finish, he has pulled you into his chest. Arms wrapped around you securely, careful as to not squeeze your wounded arm as he holds you there.

"Wh- Mumbo?! What're you—" again, he interrupted your words with his action. He promptly buried his face into your hair, holding the back of your head before he does what you can only assume to be kissing the crown of your head.

You're pressed against his chest but Void can you hear your own heartbeat hammering against your eardrums.

"Thank you." He mumbled to your hair. You couldn't reply to his words as he pulled away, staring down at you with a thin yet beautiful smile.

You're acting like a fool, that's what's happening. You really want to reply to his words and actions, anything, but you can only timidly mumble out a 'you're welcome' as you promptly try to hide yourself away from him. Which are quite difficult, considering that he had basically eradicated any distance between the two of you.

You, not paying attention to his handsome face, missed the moment that his genuine smile turned into a mischievous one as he tilted his head to the side, trying to get a good look at your flustered expression.

Not being able to actually get a good view of you, he gently slid his hand towards you jaw, holding your face gently, caressing your cheek with his thumb before subtly lifting your face up to see him.

He's so ridiculously smug by the fact that you seem quite dumbfounded by his actions. Instinctively, he slid his thumb over to your chin, caressing softly before he let his touch ghost over your lips.

"I thought I was the one who's supposed to be flustered by this grand gift?" He chuckled, watching you swallow your lips as if you were simply at a loss for words. He's so close, everything feels so hot and your heart is absolutely going wild. Was this a dream?

"Let me pay you back with something more valuable than this chestplate, love."

He can't seem to hold himself back, properly cupping your face in his hand, he promptly leans forward with his lips aligned with yours. Just a few inches away from your lips, his moustache lightly caresses your face, before he just slides up and kisses the space between your eyebrows instead.

"Cute."

You just got clickbaited!

You can only stare up at him in absolute disbelief. His mischievous smirk is there just as he pulls away from you. Honestly you were about to whack him with the diamond chestplate and cause some thorn injury, but when you see the slight disappointment and glint of hope in his eyes, you curbed the violent urge away. And instead, use that rage to grab onto his red tie, and yank him down back to your level.

"I- I'm sorry, Mumbo." You swallow hard, staring at his widened eyes, "But- A.. That- I don't think that'll be enough to pay me back for this.. Uh, diamond chestplate."

It seems like he's the one who's baffled. It took him a minute, too entranced and in love with how flustered you look and how bold you've suddenly become, but he's quick to regain his composure and took position for your request.

"Well, then I guess on the lips is the proper demand. I would not want to be indebted to you for long."

#hermitcraft x reader #the life series x reader #x reader #reader insert #mumbo jumbo x reader #mumbo x reader #anonymous #mcyt x reader

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thegreenthepeacetheorange · 6 months

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Everlark (The Hunger Games, Ch. 19)

(in which the gang gets back together!)

katniss knows peeta is wounded and will probably be a liability to her own survival but she's still compelled to seek him out. i know she mentions that it's because the people of district 12 would be mad at her for not doing so but no one can tell me katniss hasn't been waiting for a rule change like this since she heard the name 'peeta mellark' called out at the reaping. "besides it just makes sense to protect eachother" - sweetheart, he's bleeding to death as you think. he's not gonna do anything for you so...

"peeta has never been a danger to me. the thought makes me smile" - and then she makes sure the camera can see her smile because of course this is all for the cameras.

"he's very hard to predict, which might be interesting under different circumstances" - and what kinda interesting and what kinda circumstances are those, katniss?

"then his eyes open, unmistakably blue... i gasp and am rewarded with a hint of white teeth as he laughs" - a reward huh? lucky you, katniss

she's clearly unsettled by him talking about dying

"remember we're madly in love so it's alright to kiss me any time you feel like it" and he makes her LAUGH. He also mentions kissing again a bit later when she's trying to heal his leg and it's all gross and she laughs again. what's so funny about kissing peeta, katniss?

the way she kicks into helping him, despite her instincts to turn away from his gross wounds.

she's so nervous about the idea of him being naked. it's so cute. like she's seen people die in gruesome ways the past few days but it's a naked peeta that's gonna make her uncomfortable.

"i go over to him and brush the hair back from his eyes"

"suddenly, out of nowhere, i'm scared he's going to die" - out of nowhere???

the way peeta cannot take his eyes off her once she's back with him, and katniss notices this.

it's cute that before she kisses him to shut him up (because that's just the way we shut people up, right?) she actually puts her fingers to her lips to stop him from talking. i wonder if that got her just the tiniest bit curious about his lips.

the description of their first kiss is very unromantic because of course it isn't romantic. peeta can't really reciprocate due to fever. but she closes it by tucking him into the sleeping bag and saying she forbids him from dying.

katniss thinking of how she's going to look back to her parents to see how she should be acting in love and again i think everlark mirror katniss's parents as the series goes on - her father never failing to bring her mother gifts (the pearl, the flowers he'll get her at the end of the book, the primroses in mockingjay), her mother's face lighting up at the sound of his boots at the door (leave this with me but there's plenty of moments where katniss is just so excited to see him again after they've been apart for long), the way she almost stopped living when he died (exhibit a: katniss in mockingjay)

she kisses him awake (because reasons?) (i feel like she got one taste and that was it, she just needed the kisses to continue) which startles him (duh)

peeta is just happy to be with her again and our poor lovestruck boy is literally just smiling/gazing in adoration at her and she thinks "he's great at this stuff" - which never fails to kill me, katniss is HILARIOUS

whoops this was long but they're reunited you guysss

#everlark #peeta x katniss #katniss x peeta #peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #tgtpto everlark read #the hunger games

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ofduskanddreams · 9 months

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Drabble Event Masterlist

A list of all the fics written as a part of my 600 follower milestone celebration. You can find the series on AO3 or search the tag "kate's celebratory drabbles series" on my page to find them as well. All fics listed are less than a thousand words unless they are marked "*"

Give Over To The Fall ✦ Mor x Elain ✦ T

When Feyre and Nesta ditch girl's night, Elain and Mor head to Rita's alone, and long-simmering things boil over.

A Sunshiny Sound ✦ Elain x Lucien ✦ G

Regency AU || Despite being friends (and neighbors) with Lucien Vanserra since childhood, Elain has spent the past months wondering if that friendship has come to an end as his letters have grown few and far between. Then he calls upon her one afternoon out of the blue, and things are not what they had seemed.

Otherworldly* ✦ Mor x Emerie ✦ G

Regency AU || Emerie leads a simple life. She has the store she inherited upon her father's death, her skill with a needle and thread, and far more independence than most of her peers could dream of. When she receives a mysterious request from the lady of the county, Emerie is too curious to deny it.

Like They Want To Lick You ✦ Azriel x Gwyn ✦ T

Modern AU || It never bothered her before, the hungry eyes that always followed Azriel wherever they went. But this is their honeymoon, he belongs to her now in every imaginable way, and she can't help feeling a little possessive.

The Sky Has No Walls ✦ Azriel & Rhys & Cassian ✦ T

Rhys and Cassian helping Azriel learn to fly.

Sensation and the Scent of Waterlilies ✦ Azriel x Gwyn ✦ M

Omegaverse AU || Azriel's heat finally ends and he feels incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful Alpha. This is just post-heat softness and Azriel being stupidly in love with Gwyn. There are only vague references to spicy things.

You're Lucky I Love You ✦ Elain x Lucien ✦ G

Elain returns home from a meeting and can't find Lucien anywhere in the house. She checks the back garden and what she finds is the last thing she expects.

Reputation to Damage ✦ Nesta x Cassian ✦ M

Modern/Grad School AU || Every semester at Prythian University, a rumor goes around about a professor in a relationship with their TA. It's as predictable as gravity, but Cassian isn't sure how he feels about it this time... because the subject of the rumor might be him.

All That Matters ✦ Nesta x Cassian ✦ M

Picks up where ACOSF chapter 78 leaves off. After the ordeal of the Blood Rite, Briallyn, and Nyx's birth, Nesta and Cassian finally go home. Feelings are felt, love is demonstrated through care, and they finally get some much-needed rest.

Lack of Discretion ✦ Elain x Lucien ✦ T

Modern AU || Elain has had a long week, but she's determined to beat her exhaustion and meet Vassa for drinks. They'd already had to reschedule it several times. Unfortunately, unforeseen circumstances prevent Vassa from joining her that night as well. At least the beautiful new bartender asks if he can join her when his shift ends.

This Lovely Enigma* ✦ Azriel x Eris ✦ M

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I'm so excited! Kisame and number 9 "Shut up and kiss me already."🌸

Heyyyyoooo, I'm back and writing things two feet to the left of my prompts and pretending like I have any control over the shit in my head. I swear, I had the line included originally… then the plot monster bit me and changed some things, and suddenly it didn’t quite fit anymore, but I decided to roll with it. The prompt inspired the chapter, so that still totally counts, right?? The underground rave AU from Love Game and Lucky has a mind and will of its own. We all know Chan has a history of getting carried away and apparently also can't say no to another Kisame series. Because, you know, reasons.

There's more Kisame in a too-tight t-shirt coming after this. My outline is full of more things, but this felt like a good spot to end a chapter, so here you go!

Lucky Pt. 2 - Kiss The Girl

Love Game - Lucky Pt. 1 - Lucky Pt. 2 - Love Game Pt. 2

Kisame x Reader

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In the spirit of the prompt - "Shut up and kiss me already."

This may be triggering for some folks, so please heed the warnings.

Warnings: yandere themes, domestic violence, choking, unhealthy relationship dynamics, blood, bodily harm, hurt/comfort. Hidan being a real piece of shit.

With a content sigh, you shuffled up the cracked concrete stairs to your apartment, distracted as you dug through the black hole that was the bottom of your purse to locate your hopefully-not-forgotten keys. After spending a surprisingly relaxing week crashing on your unexpected savior's couch and borrowing his t-shirts in exchange for some much needed housekeeping, you had finally felt it was time to go home. Despite Kisame's insistence otherwise, you had begun to feel like you were imposing, not to mention you were desperately in need of a change of clothes.

Frustrated that your mythical keys still seemed to be missing in action, you huffed in annoyance and leaned against your door, briefly considering dumping the contents of your bag on the sidewalk before pulling your phone from your back pocket to shoot off a quick text, thinking that maybe you left them on Kisame's couch. You just hoped he hadn't already left for work. Before you could finish hammering out the inquiry, you abruptly became aware that there was sound coming from inside. Confused, you turned your head and pressed your ear to the door. The TV was on.

Why the fuck is my TV on?

Hastily cramming your half-finished message back into your pocket, you spun around and twisted the knob. To your distinct displeasure, it turned, and the door creaked open.

"Hey, cupcake."

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

It was Hidan.

Kisame grunted as he shifted a stack of boxes full of clanking liquor bottles up onto the slick surface of the cluttered bar. Prepping for another raucous, sold-out show meant he had to come in early and begin the arduous process of restocking supplies and performing sound checks that were definitely not part of his job description. He paused for a moment to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face with his shirt and twisted open a bottle of water in an effort to find relief from the heat brought on by Kakuzu's penchant for not running the air conditioning unless the bar was full of paying customers.

The buzz of his phone in his pocket caught his attention mid-swallow, and when he saw the name on the screen, he couldn't help but to smile. "Hey, darlin', you forget something or just miss me already?" He inquired playfully while pinning the phone between his cheek and shoulder to have enough free hands to begin unloading the box in front of him. Several long moments went by before he was answered by static and crackling followed by two muffled but painfully familiar voices arguing in the distance. Kisame's chest twisted into knots, and his playful smile melted into a tense line when he called your name and the sound of a loud crash followed by breaking glass came through as your response.

"Come on, Hoshigaki. We have a lot of shit to move before the show tonight," Zabuza glared at his coworker around the massive speaker that was precariously balanced against his chest. "The hell are you standing around for?"

"Tell Kakuzu I'm taking an early lunch," Kisame answered tersely, leaving the bar at a rapid clip and stuffing his phone in his pocket without ending the call, ignoring the irritated bark of his coworker that carried through the empty hall behind him.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

But there wasn't time to explain. Even though it was further dampened by being in his pocket, Kisame could hear the escalations still happening on the other end of the line. Fervent shouting and sharp bangs rang out against his leg as ripped the door to his truck opened and slammed it shut behind him. His fingers fumbled keys before he finally managed to jam them into the ignition. You didn't live far, but he needed to hurry. Hidan might not be so patient this time.

You should have known better. You should have just turned around and bolted back through your front door to run for your life the second you heard that scumbag's voice.

But you didn't.

Of course you didn't. No, you just had to open your big fucking mouth and lay into him for being a fucking psycho and breaking into your apartment, and not to mention, you know, trying to kill you.

But that didn't seem to bother Hidan. No, he just pointed that slick, crooked smile at you while finishing a glass full of your whiskey and sauntered toward you like he hadn't tried to slit your throat a week ago. Bruises still stained his otherwise perfectly punchable face, a lasting gift from his encounter with Kisame no doubt. The ever-present stench of stale cigarettes wafted from his jacket and hung in the air around him like a threatening storm. There was a wild look in those cold, magenta eyes that made your hair stand on end. "What's the matter, babe? Surprised to see me?"

You froze. The sight of a flash of silver in his other hand left a desert in your mouth and turned your legs into jelly. You reached for your back pocket, fumbling for your phone while trying to keep the stream of insults you had been hurling going long enough to distract him so that you could try to blindly dial for help, but your empty threats did little to deter him. He snatched your wrist and chucked your phone across the room, cackling like a hyena and calling you some choice words as he shoved you back against the wall with that gleaming blade flashing into your line of sight.

You lurched to the side before you even realized what you were doing under the guidance of instinct and adrenaline – just in time to narrowly avoid being stabbed. Your dodgy little dance with him quickly devolved into a chaotic grappling match – chairs toppled and pictures plummeted from their hooks every time one of your backs dented the plaster. Grunts and shrieks roared over the blare of the TV, though it was hard to be certain whose voice it was at any given moment. A failed knee to the groin ended in your legs being swept out from beneath you, and the hard landing sucked the air right out of your lungs.

You couldn't breathe.

Hidan was on top of you, and you couldn't fucking breathe.

With the gas pedal practically pinned to the floor, Kisame blew just about every stop light and flagrantly violated the posted speed limits, weaving through traffic like a madman as he sped toward your apartment. After his last encounter with Hidan, the fear of what might be happening just a few blocks away opened a black, gnashing pit in his chest, allowing a growing sense of second-hand impending doom to take control of his ability to reason as buildings flew past him in a colorful blur. The engine growled in protest and his tires screeched, leaving a trail of inky rubber on the pavement as he ripped into your lot and skidded to a stop, straddling two parking spaces. He slammed his door shut and took off for the stairs, not even bothering to pull his keys from the ignition. There just wasn't enough time.

His legs hammered up the concrete steps, taking two at a time to reach the landing, and it struck him then that he didn't actually know your apartment number, only that you were on the second floor. His eyes narrowed as he stared down the line of doors, unsure how he would decide which was yours until he spotted one halfway down that appeared to have been left ajar.

That has to be it.

As he approached, the muted sounds of a scuffle grew more clear and left him feeling sick to his stomach. Hidan's back came into view – perched upon your chest like a vulture – and his sickly sweet voice hummed over the sucking, wet sound of desperate gurgling.

"Shh, cupcake. It'll be over soon. Just like I promised."

Your heels made one final, futile scrape across the tile beneath them before your legs fell slack against the ground. Kisame flexed his jaw, and his entire world went red.

I'm too late – fuck – I'm too fucking late!

He charged through the doorway, hooking Hidan with a hay-maker that hurled him off of what Kisame now feared was your corpse. There was no room for reason – only rage.

Hidan didn't see it coming, of course. He couldn't – because Kisame threw him like a ragdoll across the room in a one-sided grudge match that he had no hope of winning. Despite his alcohol-enhanced pain tolerance allowing him to pull himself to his knees again and again – grinning and cackling like a hellhound – Kisame showed no quarter, and Hidan's head met the shards of broken glass all over your carpet before he could even see who it was that struck him. The ruthless assault only paused when a choked, raspy sound cut through the chaos and caught the giant's attention.

Coughing, coming from the other side of the room.

You were dead. You were fucking dead. The tunnel vision that closed in on you as Hidan choked the life from your mortal shell seemed to indicate as much, at least. Your lungs burned and eyes felt like they might pop right out of your head from the pressure as your throat spasmed and sputtered in a panic under his crushing grip one last time in a desperate attempt to find a sip of air. But there were no drinks in this desert, and no amount of kicking or clawing at Hidan's eyes could buck the grinning demon from your chest as he murmured sweet sounds to your waning consciousness – as though he were telling you one last bedtime story. The fight slowly left your limbs as your oxygen-starved brain lost the power to keep the lights on, and you began to succumb to the impatient darkness that was waiting for you.

This is it – or so you thought until a crack formed in the inky, black clouds of your budding unconsciousness and ripped open the sky – the hands crushing your throat were suddenly gone, as was the weight on your chest that had pinned you to the tile near your door. Dizzying noises crunched and crashed to your right – seemingly some kind of struggle – or maybe it was just you and your dying imagination having one last hurrah, pretending like you had a chance at surviving this.

It suddenly occurred to your rebooting brain that the constriction was gone, and it very much needed air. You choked through the bruising shadow lassoed around your neck and sucked in a wet, ratcheting breath only to begin hacking so hard a moment later that it became difficult to inhale again. Your lungs spasmed and protested, ejecting the spit and blood that had become trapped in your fervent struggle all over the tile as phantom hands rolled you onto your side and you wheezed.

"Easy, easy. Just breathe–"

A voice cut through the murk and your burble of wretching gasps – the low, comforting rasp that found you in your confusion once before. You looked up through watering eyes that struggled to focus and caught sight of his face.

"Ki–ih-same?"

You couldn't for the life of you figure out how he had been manifested here, as you were still too busy trying to overcome the swollen constriction in your throat that left you with precious little room to move air. Speaking was a terrible idea, but you weren't exactly full of great ones today. The hacking persisted, seemingly pushing the ground farther away from you – or, wait – were you standing up? Warmth wrapped around your back, though it coiled uncomfortably over your already straining ribs, prompting you to cough harder and lean into the solid pillar of muscle that you vaguely understood was holding you upright.

"Come on – I got you. We have to go – now."

Go? Go where?

Your legs moved beneath you like they were being controlled by marionette strings, though the ground seemed to fly by at a speed out of sync with your feet. The voice rumbling through what you now knew was Kisame's chest at your side was speaking again, but you couldn't quite figure out if it was directed at you. There wasn't time to ask either, because the steps required far too much focus and too much oxygen in your present state for you to waste precious air on questions.

"Tobi? Yeah – it's Kisame. Listen, I need a favor."

Everything fucking hurt. You couldn't stop coughing long enough to get more than a few unintelligible syllables out as Kisame loaded your half-responsive body into his passenger seat and closed the door. Watering eyes watched him through the windshield as he stalked around to the driver's side and jumped in with a little black brick pressed to his ear.

Oh, he's on the phone.

"Yeah – that's the address. No, no – she's…" he paused mid-sentence to see you doubled over and coughing again. "Yeah, that's her." He turned the key and threw the truck into gear before tearing out of the parking lot, talking over you while you hacked up a lung. "Yeah. Listen – there's something else you need to know about this guy–"

Your head bounced off of the side pillar as the truck pulled out onto the street, jarring your focus back to the throbbing ache that had taken over your body. It hurt to swallow. The desert in your throat was at war with the thick swamp in your mouth. You weren't sure if you were about to be sick. You stared numbly at your bruised and battered hands, watching them vibrate with leftover adrenaline and the deeply unsettling realization of what had just transpired. As you leaned forward to place your head in your palms, a heavy warmth settled between your shoulder blades.

"Breathe, darlin'. Everything's gonna be okay."

By the time Kisame parked and turned off his truck again, you had finally stopped coughing, but you were far from being okay. Your color was off, and a clammy sheen dulled your face when you finally lifted it from your trembling hands. A trail of dried blood from your nose led to a puffy red line that cut through your lip where it had split sometime during the conflict. You looked like hell.

He hopped out, stuffing his phone into his pocket as he made his way around the hood to your door. It groaned in protest when it opened, prompting you to turn toward the sound.

"Kisame… I… you…"

His expression twisted in dismay as you fumbled over words, trying to make sense of what had just happened. His eyes moved over the wreck of your face and the intense, angry bruise that wrapped your neck like a python. Another minute or two, and you probably would have been dead.

"What am I… fuck – I have to move. He's going to be back… I have to – h-how did you–" You clenched your teeth and swallowed the rocks in your throat between your frantic, disjointed thoughts.

"You called me," Kisame cut in, trying to slow you down. "I heard you screaming."

You nervously glanced over your shoulder toward the street and back to your shaking hands again, now remembering your Hail Mary play to get a call off before Hidan threw your phone. "I'm dead. K-kisame, I'm dead. He's out of his mind – I'm fucking dead."

"Listen to me. No one's gonna–"

"No, you don't understand. God – fuck – I fucked up," you buried your face into your palms, smoothing them back through your hair before digging your nails into the back of your neck. "I never should have told him – goddamnit."

"Hey – hey." Guilt tangled around his heart as Kisame watched you flounder and failed at trying to interrupt your spiral again. Nothing he said seemed to have any impact on the runaway train of thought screaming through your head, and he couldn’t help but feel responsible – grimly wondering if his actions in the bar last week had set this chaos sequence into motion. "C'mere," he coaxed you out of the truck with an arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he pulled you in until you were folded up in a protective hug against his chest. "Listen to me," he began, waiting for the tension in your back to release under the warmth of his palm. "You're gonna come inside with me and get cleaned up while I talk to Kakuzu and make a few phone calls. Everything is going to be fine. I just need you to trust me, alright?"

You didn't understand why Kakuzu was now involved – unless your face was more busted up than you realized, but Kisame was just about the only reliable thing in your life at the moment, so there wasn't much for you to do other than swallow back the lump in your throat and nod into his shirt. He gave you one more tight squeeze before tipping your chin up with a curled knuckle and running the pad of his thumb over your bruised cheek.

"I'm gonna fix this. I promise."

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