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hoshigray · 2 months

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Hey 🫶🏻 Can I request having sex with Sukuna when he is extremely jealous? Like reader is kinda popular and other guys always tryna flirt with her and shit (she is not interested ofc) So when Sukuna saw another man shooting his shot he needs to blow off steam by fucking you dumb 🤕 and he saying shit like “what a good little cocksucker, maybe I should record you and send this video to all those bastards, so they would know who’s dick you’re gagging on” 😭 I’m so sorry if this is too specific, feel free to ignore 😭

Love your works 🥰

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: ofc ofccc !! and ty for loving my stuff~

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; you and Sukuna are college seniors - rough sex - fingering (f! receiving) - impact play (spanking + pussy slaps) - oral (m! receiving) - dumbification - choking - backshots + legs-up positions - degradation (cocksucker, dumb bitch, slut, whore) - overstimulation - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - pet names (dove, little girl, princess, woman) - possessive behavior (it's sukuna, duh) - use of a phone; sexual photography and videography - heavy depictions of a blowjob - mention of tears and spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

“—Khaahh, oohhh!! Sukuna, pleasee, it hurts—Ahhhnn...!”

“Who said you’re in any position to tell me how to handle you, woman?… Fucking shit, you’re tight as hell…”

Everyone knows that you are off-limits. Knowledge of this fact is the bare minimum when dealing with the one known as “Sukuna’s girl” — no one should dare lay a finger or bat an eye on his woman. And yet, somehow, Sukuna continues to find strays that think this rule doesn’t apply to all.

He saw it not too long ago today when a guy came your direction at the hall, concealing himself in the shadows to eavesdrop. The junior was dumb enough to invite you to some get-together, foolish enough to think he should even be speaking to the partner of the cold and intimidating Ryōmen Sukuna.

You were the most popular girl in the class year — expected as Sukuna wouldn’t deal with someone who wasn’t [barely] on equal footing as him. However, unlike him, you carried a much kinder cadence. You greet others with sweet words, converse with professors in a mutual light, and engage with everyone with a compassionate and tranquil soul. — the complete opposite compared to your boyfriend. So, of course, it would be hard for you to turn away people when they come to you for guidance or opinions.

In this case, you had expressed to the junior that you weren’t interested and had plans to study at your boyfriend’s apartment later. It wasn’t a complete lie, yet a respectful diversion that was expected of you and pleased Sukuna observing.

However, the dull-witted brat put his hand on your shoulder and continued to press on, emphasizing that you’d miss out on people wanting to have a good time with you. A ballsy thing to remark as if saying your boyfriend holds no priority over some boring party. Besides, the man had to stop the itch of coming out of the shadows to strangle the kid for laying his hands on you.

Nonetheless, you gracefully pushed his hand aside and apologized again for declining his offer before heading on your way. The situation was disentangled, both parties carrying on with their days. But that wasn’t enough to calm the salmon-haired man.

Especially when you were in his apartment, protected under his gaze the entire time; you were sitting across from him at the coffee table while sorting through your coursework, unaware of the fixed look of his red eyes on your frame. Because all he could do was look at you, replaying the interaction from earlier today.

It all angered him deeply — how the junior said your name so casually, the laughs you shared with him, and the touch on your shoulder. Everything from that moment added fuel to the fire scorching in his gut. He couldn’t relax, knowing there were still imbeciles who had the gall to act so familiar with you, his princess.

The twitch of his brow couldn’t cease, same with the bounce of his knee – his nerves having an inner battle of maintaining a low profile. And being the caring piece in this relationship, you noticed. You blinked up to where he sat, “Is everything okay?”

Of course not, woman. As much as he wants to put all the blame on the guy, Sukuna felt that you also played a part in this charade. To him, you were just as worse as that fucker. How could you, his precious dove, allow such trash to be so close to you? Allowing that thing to touch you was such an insult to him, downright disrespectful to the man you call your boyfriend. And the fact that you didn’t think of telling him — believing that you could keep this as a small matter insignificant to his awareness — left a sour taste in his mouth.

In his philosophy, Sukuna knew you were in the wrong as well. And for that, you would also have to be dealt with by him, to be reminded of your place in all this.

“Ohoooo! Ooof!! ‘kunaaaa, your fingersss…! Too fast, please slow—Daaahhh!!”

He’d smack your wet cunt, forcing you to grip his satin sheets. You’d instantly try to close your legs, but Sukuna wasn’t having any of that, quick to pinch the skin of your inner thigh to correct you.

“Dumb bitch,” he throws insults, void of caring that you were on the brink of tears. He brings a hand to your throat, resulting in you gagging from your circulation being cut off. “I told you to keep those legs open. First, you let some fucker touch you, and now you can’t obey me when necessary? Do you enjoy disrespecting me like this?”

“Ahck! I–hic–I’m sorryyy,” he could feel you clench on his fingers, gripping them as if you refused to let them go.

It humored Sukuna, who effortlessly removed his digits to give your slit another harsh slap that made you gasp for air. An action proved difficult with his whole right hand constricting your airways. “Are you? How can you be sorry when you’re latching onto my fingers like a slut?” His hold on your neck goes tighter; your hands claw at his forearm, a desperate plea that doesn’t sway him. “Say it like you mean it, Y/n.”

“Khh..Ahh—Please, forgive me, Sukuna…!” Your apology came through wheezes, tears now welling up to fall on your pretty face, yet you knew it wasn’t enough. “I should have…Never let that junior tou—Mmmph! …Touch me… I’m your princess, only yours.”

A pink brow is lifted, but his expression remains unchanged. With one last slap to your leaking chasm, Sukuna lets go of your throat for you to cough and gasp as much air as you can. While you do that, he removes his turtleneck and unbuttons his dark jeans, bringing his briefs down to spring his erection out before lying back onto the pillows against the bed headboard. “Prove it then,” his voice has you turn to listen. “Suck me off the way I like it.”

You are in no position to resent him, crawling towards him on all fours and immediately going to work. Your tongue greets his reddish-pink glans with swirls, licking his frenulum and nibbling on the skin before taking the head to your mouth. You lather his cock with your spit as you bob your head, hallowing your cheeks to take in every inch while your hand glides up and down his shaft.

“Nnmph, fuck,” Sukuna groans at the feeling of your feverish sucks of his cockhead, your hand stroking him while you tend to him with your mouth feels too good. He peers down to watch you suck hard on his tip, and you return his gaze with a hooded look while sucking on his balls, causing him to hum. You then bring the tip back into your lips, making raunchy noises as you take his girth and lick his precum.

“Heh, what a nasty little girl,” he comments after you exude a trail of spit onto his dick before hurriedly slurping him back inside your warm mouth. “I outta take a picture of you…No, a video is better.” He’s pleased to see your watery eyes twinkle with dread when he pulls out his phone from his jean pocket. He slides to open the camera application, “Maybe I should show that fool how such a good cocksucker you are for me.”

“S–Sukuna, please, anything but—Mmmm!” Again, no one said you were in a position to speak out of turn. Hence why, your boyfriend grabs your cheeks roughly with a single hand. Crimson eyes pierce through your fragile skin, and your figure fills with fright within milliseconds.

“What did I say about giving me orders?” His tone is enough to send shivers down your spine, his nails denting your cheeks. “Does my woman want me to expose them for the filthy whore they are? Cause I couldn’t care less if I one day start leaking these shits and have your reputation crumble in seconds as a lesson.”

A tiny bit of you wants to believe he wasn’t serious; however, the single tear shed from your unblinking eyes tells a different conscience. You reply with a shaky breath and a quivering lip. “No, Sukuna...Please forgive me.”

He releases your chin with a push of the thumb. “Then get back to it, dove.” The sweetness of that pet name wasn’t present as he smacked your cheek with his length. You listen to him, taking him back into your throat with a euphoric mewl while cupping and kneading his balls. He sneers and presses the record button, “Just like that, princess.”

And don’t think that it ends there — because it doesn’t.

“Ahhhnn! Oooooh, my God, ‘Kuna..’kunaaaa, I can’t—Ahahnn!”

“—Nngh, that’s right, Y/n; scream for me…Fuck, this tight ass pussy…”

Sukuna now has your face down ass up, pinning you to the satin mattress by the shoulders and hammering his bare cock right into your messy cunt. Your cries are muffled by the sheets you bite into, tears streaming down hot cheeks as your boyfriend plows himself deep side your core. The commotion coming between your sexes fills his bedroom outside of the squeals that bounce against the walls.

Your figure jolts with every thrust, Sukuna’s pelvis smacking on your ass that stings with hot skin after taking onslaughts of slaps from his hands. Your clitoris, exhausted from the constant tweaks and pinches, rests with the cool air treating the sore button. Sweat is covered all over your nude body, evidence that you and your boyfriend have been going about this for a long while, and of course, you’re getting a bit fatigued and overly sensitive to his every touch. But you know he doesn’t care; this is all for your punishment.

Sukuna throws your butt another smack, having your vaginal walls instinctively contract around his girth. He hisses with a grin, “Damn, I love seein’ you like this.” His eyes trail down from your sweaty shoulders, following your spine and hips, down to your ass, where he sees the insertion of his dick being swallowed by you. Seeing the white, soapy ring shielded around his cock makes him bite his lip. “All sore and dirty for me…Mmmph, gripping on me like a slut, going dumb on my cock.”

His hips then propel erratically, having your howl with eyes shooting up. You were too far gone to think of proper thought, with your brain churned into mush and your head pounding nonstop. The heat on your face is just as unbearable as the throbbing sensation down south. Your trembling legs try so hard not to give in and slump, yet you can’t lie; you’re tired, sore, and sticky all over.

“Nmaahh! OhhhJesussss, ‘kuna, pleaseeee, lemme cummm—Mmaahh!” Another smash to your ass, followed by a pinch to your clitoris to juxtapose with the slow strokes he uses to massage the delicate spots of your walls.

“Why do you think I should let you cum, woman?” He swipes on your clit, listening intently to the whines that climb higher with the brush of his finger.

Your words come out in slurs, yet you must answer to him. “I’m shorryy, I didn’t mean to—oh, fuck…do you wrong. Yer the only man who can touch me, wound me,” You peer over your shoulder to see Sukuna, an action that has him release your clit and hear what you have to say. “And love me…just as I love you, and only you. No one else can have me like you…Hahhh, I’m yours, both in mind and body…” Salmon brows furrow as you continue. “I love only you and want only you to touch me, ‘Kuna..Please forgive me, I won’t do it again…”

He was already sold once you turned to look at him, you little minx. Your watery eyes suddenly struck his heart — you are the only thing in the world that could do that, his little dove. He can tell by your heaves and pants that you wish to rest, that you had enough of his lesson and want to be in his embrace.

However, no unpleasant deed shouldn’t go unpunished. Within a second, Sukuna has you flipped on your back with your legs brought up to his left shoulder. He brings out his phone once again, swiping to put on the camera after inserting his length back inside you. “Hey, princess,” he calls to you. “Why don’t you say hello to the camera for me? Want something to look back to.”

You gulp with a dry throat, sheepishly smiling at the camera phone. “Hello, I’m Y/n—Ooohh!!” He surprises you with more ruts to your chasm, clamping onto him as if your life depended on it.

“Who do you belong to, Y/n?” He calls out to you with a steady breath, as if his pelvis wasn’t poisoning deep to grind your insides to evoke pretty moans to escape puffy lips.

“Hahaaa!! I—Hnnph..I belong to Sukuna Ryō–hic…men…”

“Who does this pussy belong to, Y/n?” Ruts become harsher with every word.

“—Mmoohhh, fuuuhuck, it’s yours, only yoursss,” you voluntarily take up your legs and hold them from behind your knees, bringing them to your chest. “Me and this pussy belong to only Sukuna, no one else can touch me…!”

Sukuna pans the phone down to the union of his dick, moving to and fro from your slit. The white essence painting both sexes was making an erotic mess, strings of his come covering his girth with every push and pull. He chuckles to himself. “This right here is all mine, ya hear?” He looks at you to see you nod your head hurriedly. “Don’t you ever forget that, understand?” You nod again, clenching around him when he drops the phone and leans towards you to place his hands on yours.

It’s here that he finally finishes with you, pounding his hips into you as hard as he can. Your voice gets higher and higher, your headache getting intense with the ruts on your cunt. And with how he stretches and grazes your walls? Jesus, it was terrible to control yourself, your orgasm increasing by the second. “I wanna cumm, ‘kunaaa, let me cum on you, pleaseee….!!”

“Heh, desperate to tighten some more for me, huh.” He adds more weight onto you, forcing you to submit to him. You shudder under his bow, “You may now cum, dove.”

As if on command, you let yourself loose and allow the climax to finally be free, wailing during yet another crescendo as your vagina flutters around him for the fourth time that night. And Sukuna relishes the feeling of you tightening on him, doing excruciating slow strokes to enjoy the moment.

“Hmmm, that’s it, just like that…Remember this, princess,” He bends down to lick the tears on your cheeks before kissing them. “Know your place.” He then brings the phone back up to close this session.

“Now smile for me.”

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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kelsstars · 2 years

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Bed-side Table - C.G (smut)

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+), a bit of Pervert!Carl, small part of Rope/Bondage kink, receiving!Carl, porn with little plot basically.

Summary: Y/N decides to take a walk around Alexandria after a stressing day of people fighting and being at each other’s throat. They find a certain household with one of its residents with the lights still on, and goes on to investigate.

A/N: THIS IS A SMALL ONE-SHOT. So it’s a bit rushed because I’m working on a big series that I’ll upload when chapter 1 is ready. :D

Feel free to send requests. :))

It was a nice night out in Alexandria. You were walking by the big pond in the middle of town, catching a quick breeze after a tough day. The group had gone through a bit of a disagreement and let to one of Rick’s big speeches, which then led to yet another argument. All you know is that even after everything, everyone slept like a baby, snoring, some even still with the lights on, which you ended up sneaking in through windows to turn them off. Y’know, saving the pain of your neighbors waking up to know they left them on all night. Yet you felt something off, like you were being watched. Maybe it was Daryl who had yet another sleepless night but while walking through Rick’s house, you had seen him sleeping peacefully, which brought a smile on your face. But you couldn’t turn your attention away from the fact that in Rick’s house, or more specifically, Carl’s room. The lights were on. You couldn’t see inside due the fact that he had curtains in his room, one of the only rooms in the entire town to have them actually.

You wonder what he might be up to, lately he’s been more and more talkative, more into hugging you every chance he got when you hang out but whenever you would look around his room, he never lets you touch his bedside table drawer whenever you go to his house. Especially that drawer. You don’t know if he had a diary of embarrassing secrets he has, maybe, unfortunately you couldn’t know, you didn’t want to break his trust. You start to hear slight noises from his room, maybe music? It was really low though. To be fair, you are bored and it seemed that he was awake so you look for something that could bring his attention. A rock! Just the thought of that made you recall of those old movies where teenagers would try to confess to each other with those big boom-boxes that played music. Maybe you could ask Carol and Glenn to bring back one with batteries.

You pick up the small rock and aim it to his window, it hits but nothing happens. The small murmurs didn’t stop as well so you decide to do it again. Nothing. Huh, what the hell could Carl be doing?!

You start finding a way to climb up to his window, it wasn’t something you haven’t done before but Michonne found you out one night and you tried to explain that you weren’t smooching Carl around behind her back, she was his best friend and Lord have mercy if she knew that he was dating someone without informing her first. But that would be a dream, you had to admit that you had a sort of crush on Carl. Was it admiration of his courage? Was it that he was so touchy with you and always filled your ears with compliments? Was it because he was always looking so mysterious with that hidden eye of his? Was it the fact that he was handy with guns and just looked weirdly elegant as he killed people? It could be all of them. Before you realized it, you had reached his window and start knocking on it. You immediately hear something get knocked over and shoved away into.. a drawer? You hear pulling something up and a zipper. Was he…

He opens up the curtains, allowing you to look into his room and at him. He was out of breathe and shirtless, his childhood gun shot wound from the early days of the apocalypse. His slim abs appeared through, he wasn’t fit but he wasn’t skin and bones either. His hair looked messy, and his pants were obviously rushed to be put on but it seems that he kept the bandage eyepatch one.

“Carl, what are you doing up so late?” You lift one of your eyebrows in suspicion of what Carl was doing behind those closed curtains.

He smiles at you. “Didn’t expect you to stop by room. But I was just jamming out to uh…” He stops mid sentence. “Music!”

“Sure, by the sound of it, the music must have been loud because I was throwing rocks at your window, and you didn’t answer.” He looks at you embarrassed, obvious that you caught up with his lie, but he looked weirdly amused.

“If you want the truth, I was just-“

“Playing with yourself?“ You interrupt.

“…” He stays silent as he looked away from your face. “You wanna’ come inside?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You walk in through his window to his room, trying to avoid the awkward conversation that you found your crush masturbating. Carl leaves his arms open for a hug but before you even hug him, your intention is to start cleaning up his messy room.

Carl looks at you, up and down following your every movement you’d make, a smirk appearing on his lips. You were cautious to not step on his clothes or comic books until you found a different type of book on his floor. You pick it up and open it. At first, you didn’t quite get it, Carl’s handwriting was a bit different than everyone’s here. Once you realized what was written, it was all erotic fantasies between you and him, beyond graphic as well.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Your back was turned to him.

“I uhm.. Yep! Doing great.” You didn’t even hear what Carl had to say, you were sluring your words almost. You feel your face getting warm as you read more and more. In your mind, you wished he liked you especially after how slowly he was becoming more and more comfortable with you, but you didn’t think he would like you back. Especially in THIS way. You break out of your thoughts, as you felt Carl’s hand on your shoulder.

“Is everything ok-“ He notices what your holding and stops his tracks. The room turns silent as you just look at each other, with the ‘book’ on your hand.

“Is it this what you were hiding in your drawer?”

“Maybe it was, maybe I left it out for you to find it. Who knows?“ He rises his other hand to put it on your other shoulder, slowly massaging them.

“Do you… actually want to do all those things with me?” You turn your head back to see that Carl has already put his lips up close to your ear.

“Just say the words, and I’ll show you if necessary.” He slowly lays kisses from your ear to neck. Do you even know how to react to all of this? You’re going to melt from his touch. You nod as he starts smiling ear to ear.

“That desperate?”

Carl leads your body to his bed as he gets on top of you, getting the book out of your hand and choosing what he’ll do to you.

“Y/N, can I tie you up for a minute?” He looks down at you, with an obvious impure look in his eye.

“Tie me up? I mean, sure buy what do you mean?” Hearing you be more confused seemed to only make him more and more desperate to get his hands down on you. “Are you that distraught to get your dirty thoughts becoming realit-“

“Y/N, you have no idea how long I have waited for this. But you have to stay quiet if you don’t want my parents to find out.”

He makes a good point so you do as Carl says, as he turns off the lights only letting a small bed room light and watch as he roams around his room until he finds multiples ropes. He made sure you were the most comfortable in this situation as he tied around your chest, thighs, your inner area, arms in front of your torso. It didn’t feel tight actually, you saw that there was a piece of rope hanging next to him, what was it for? After that is over with, Carl get immediately into touching every part of your body. From behind to front, he didn’t want to miss a spot, for him, this was heaven, seeing you so vulnerable to his touch as he always thought and played with himself about. You start whining as he played around with you nipples, not wanting to give away that you were enjoying this much more than you lead on. Carl was slowly kissing and guiding himself down to you but he didn’t want to rush things, no. Why would he? He never knew if this was a one thing, Carl didn’t want to let you go off the hook so easily. So, he got up from the bed and helped you raise up to your knees.

“Suck.” He demanded as he pulled his untidy pants. His bad-tempered dick was basically begging to be taken care off. You weren’t sure how to exactly give a blowjob all tied up, but you did so.

Carefully licking his tip and slowly his sides, teasing him as Carl watched in annoyance that he couldn’t do anything to hurry up the process. You were already lining up with his perverted fantasy, he didn’t want to risk doing something against your will. Carl moans and whimpers your name as you slowly start taking him in your mouth, it felt cold as for him, shivers on his back as your warm mouth heated him up. His hip and your head started picking up the same pace as he, without warning, came inside your mouth.

“Shit! I’m so so sorry.” He looks down at you with an apologetic look, as he gets on top of you once more.

“It’s fine, Grimes. I’m okay, see?”

“Oh not for that. This.”

He pulls the piece of rope next to him, tightening every where the rope as laid upon you, including down there. You moan at the sudden act, not knowing how to react with what was happening to you. Did it hurt? Did you enjoy the pain? Did this make Carl happy?

Seeing you in such pleasure, Carl just got hard once more. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he probably thought this was not real.

“God, strike me if I am dreaming.” He whispers to himself as he watches you almost climate which time he pushes that rope.

He finally lets go of the rope and hurriedly grabs a knife to cut open the ropes. You were confused because you thought that’s what he wanted, seeing you all tied up.

“Hey, wait. I thought you wanted this?” You question the man in front of you.

“And you are right, but we both want each other and y’know these ropes are just going to be an obstacle from what I want to do to you.” He rapidly says, out of breath, taking off the ropes. You start getting all flustered seeing him all bothered up for you, and with how intensely he observes the small marking the ropes made on your skin.

“This is going to be one of many nights..” His hand run down to your entrance as he makes out with you. You didn’t even know what was going on, it seemed that Carl couldn’t decide whether to ruin you right there or be gentle and show his caring feelings for you.

“Carl, go with your own pace, I’m not going anywhere tonight.” You assure him after you long make out. He smiled.

“Alright then, I tried being nice.” He enters your entrance and he bites and sucks on your neck. Your body feels too warm, not knowing in what to concentrate on. Him being inside of you or him outside marking his beloved for others to know.

After a while, it’s come to big gig, and he grabs a condom from his bed side table and rolls it quickly on himself. God, he looked pretty when he itching for your words and actions badly. You wrap you legs around his waist and allow him to enter. It hurts so you ask if he can stay inside until you get used to it. Honestly, you didn’t need to ask, if Carl could stay inside you all times, he would. After a while, you seem more relaxes so he makes the move to back and forth. You throw your head back in pleasure but you remember that you can’t get caught by neither Carl’s parents or anyone in this position. He puts one hand on your waist to help him in thrusting into your heated suffocating walls and one into your mouth to keep you from being too loud. A little ‘Shhh’ from him made you calm until his pace started to get faster and faster. He was loosing himself in you, and you didn’t mind it at all.

“You look so wonderful from up here. I wish you could always look at me with those expressions.” Your mind wasn’t with you. You were so lost in lust and so was Carl, but it didn’t stop you from calling him gorgeous too. That only seemed to make him happier because his pace just got faster and faster as he pulled out and his condom to cum on your stomach.

Carl decides to lay down next to you, snuggling his face into your chest.

“Your heart rate is calming.” He points out as he closed his eyes, practically mumbling because of how tired he was. His sex drive was probably all muffled up inside and he couldn’t handle it. You wrap your arms around his head pulling him closer.

“Get some rest, love.” You say as you close your vision off for the night.

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iridescentdove · 4 months

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can you do a continuation of full power Lumine with Fyodor, Sigma, and Ranpo. I feel like Fyodor would interested because of how complicated she is and how he would have a hard time understanding something for the for the first time I’m assuming. Same goes for Ranpo. I think he would be exiting too because the traveler is always willing to help and his type is someone that spoils him. For Sigma I feel like he would understand her in a way because he is a supernatural being that came into existence under interesting circumstances. And he would have someone to help him because we all know how the Decay Of Angels is I would also feel unsafe 24/7 😭

feel free to take your time if you have a lot of requests! (this was longer than I anticipated)

Fyodor, Sigma & Ranpo x Lumine! Reader

Hi! ♡ I'm quickly zooming through requests to make up for the time lost in my absence lol. Lumine is skeptical but shares the same curiosity her twin has for everything, she's rational and courageous, along with being generous and helpful towards others that need assistance. And most especially, rather beautiful and somewhat quiet, yet considered rather expressive.

As if a primordial being – Lumine holds power able to destroy worlds and travel through them with ease, and yet, most of it having been sealed away by the Unknown God's own bidding. What happens when she regains her full power and travels through the world of BSD?

Soukoku, Jouno & Atsushi Ver.

FYODOR DOSTOYEVSKY:

You're a strange new specimen, and he actually finds interest in you. Plus – Fyodor actually likes pretty people, so seeing you for the first time is actually surprising.

Who knew someone so beautiful in this world existed 🗿

But honestly, although this man can read you like book if he wanted to, that's not happening.

You're rather complicated. Like no fr. You're pretty and small as hell, but you're so fucking strong hello? And you're not very talkative yet so expressionable it's alluring

He has no idea what to think, but all he knows is that he wants to keep you around.

The fact you're helpful draws him to you more. He learns to trust you overtime, and you have no ulterior motives when you go warm him up and make him feel comfortable.

Whenever he needs help or basically just you spoiling him and comforting from his anemia, that's cloud 9 ok idfc

He's starting to really ... really like you and I don't

You're basically everything he'd want tbh. Since you're from a different world, his ability probably don't work on you.

And just be glad it doesn't honestly. You're like God level strong and rather smart yourself, so he isn't bored and actually finds you worthy of being with him.

Well even if you weren't, you'd be an interesting playtoy on it's own. Please let me punch him already.

He'll have you run errands and do different things to go according to his plans, but he doesn't tire you out or anything because he still pretty much cares.

BRO this guy reminds me of the Fatui idk 💀

Dude is fuckin unhinged, commits warcrimes, hot and is very strong. You can't tell me he's literally the emobidiment of the harbingers in an alternate world lmfao

Even though he's a red flag you don't really care 'cause you can kill him whenever you want. Slayyy girlboss.

One of the rare times he'd take his ushanka off, and put it on your head because you're just too adorable to resist. The innocent, curious look on your face afterwards sends him.

You're a cute, complicated being he's just addicted to.

He's rather amused himself – so whenever you're like beating up Dazai or something (much to his satisfaction), he's watching in the back with his popcorn or sumn.

Probably smirking the entire time. He loves you more now

Imagine Dazai being Childe and that weekly boss you always fucking destroy every week? Peak comedy.

He probably won't even bother trying to fight against you, man knows his place so he gets humbled. But that probably won't stop him from testing you a few times.

He'll purposely get you in a tricky situation so he can observe more of you, and you'll never fail to surpass his expectations every time.

P.S. expect yourself to beat up Nikolai often. His orders lol

Rat king's actually found his match <3 fuck you

RANPO EDOGAWA:

You probably crash landed in the agency or smth. How would I know that?

I'm the writer, bitch /hjq

Now let's say both of you were just acquaintances at first, you'd help around the agency a lot though. And that also includes him.

So here we are! At this point, you're basically just spoiling him from all the help that you give.

He doesn't even mind he fucking loves it I bet

Other than Atsushi, he now drags you with him to go and buy candy, or just makes you go out and do it yourself. Either way the candy is bought so 🤷🏻

Dw babe he shares it with you <3

Must I say you're pretty once more? It's not even annoying bro I am SPEAKING FACTS stan lumine

Ranpo is very interested in you and your specie, if he ever got bored he'd probably take breaks away from doing some cases and listens to your talking.

Will get extremely invested in the world of Teyvat, learning more about it.

DON'T TELL HIM ABOUT HEIZOU

"Hehe! Number one detective you say? Even more so than I am~? After all, I am the greatest detective in the world!"

We get it babe.

Like if you ever honestly tried to put them both together in Poe's book it is very obvious who will come out first. Bro will legit rub it in your face too, not even cap

Oh, speaking of which – he'd probably invite you into one of them too. It would be a fun hangout ... maybe.

You're the bodyguard that fucks up any murderer tryna get to him while he deals with the shit and puts his glasses on then DAMN BITCH we boutta go usain bolt on this shit.

It doesn't even take that long. You guys did it in a heartbeat.

Ranpo honestly adores you, that much you can tell. He likes mostly everything about you and finds you so entertaining.

Especially your expressions which are peak comedy.

Definitely the type to do something real smart and show off his skills so he could see your reaction.

And maybe even get a bit of praise. You know this guy loves it when you compliment him and agree with things that he says. That's already fulfilling his heart.

I'd say you'd help him out a lot honestly, the ADA is basically the adventurers guild 💀

You'd be relaxing and having a chill time until Ranpo or some other member comes up and tells you to fucking beat up Mori or something

Yeah. They entrust it all to your capable hands.

But of course, Ranpo wouldn't leave you alone with that. You both make great teamwork in all cases.

Right after each remotely easy to borderline difficult case, Ranpo will be a sweetheart and take you out somewhere nice to relax. His treat.

kisses in the ferris wheel pls

It's already easy enough to tell, but you can see all the affection in his eyes as the night comes to an end once more. More than that, even.

It's such a cute sight. But honestly, who could even say no to this guy? It's literally Ranpo.

SIGMA:

So here you've already been in the world of bsd for a while and you're just doing random bullshit the agency adventurers guild gives you.

Mersault arc timeskip. Dazai off sucking and teaming up with some Nakahara toes, Nikolai being a material gworl

Fyodor is mimicking Odasaku's ashes

And obviously you're here in the back forced to do everything yourself because shit goes down 🔥

You have a pretty good knowledge on yourself in this world you're stuck in again, and it's necessary to use that info to your disposal because wow, the situation is complicated.

Especially during this arc now, but it's less difficult when you're only focusing on the DOA.

We'll say you only be familiar with the different organizations because you often go around a lot and travel.

Then meet various people and ... fight over half of them 😐

By this time, you and Sigma have been well acquainted. Due to his ability, he managed to get info about you easily. And boy does he use that to advantage.

Asked begged you to help him out in the DOA.

Look man he's suffering, don't leave babygworl all alone with all these gay men who're too broke to afford proper therapy sessions

Don't worry Sigma, we're here for you <3

By now you had no idea what was happening, just getting random info from everyone around you

Moving place to place (teleport waypoints are real handy right about now), collecting random shit and beating up enemies along the way

Classic genshin ripoff moment :/

Although you don't actually do a lot of stuff for the DOA, it's mostly personal mishaps coming from Sigma. Because no we don't want to be a wanted terrorist tf

So you soon arrived at mersault and saw poor Sigma either dead or unconscious.

Bro is in need of tevyat fried eggs

Anyways, you of course could not LEAVE him out of your sight after that. The one time you thought it was okay to stay out of business ... that happened 🤡

Sigma was indeed alive, but at the same time it wasn't okay to leave him since he was barely clinging on.

By the time he awoke, he thought he saw heaven. He frantically sits up from bed.

Oh wait, it was just you <3

You brought him back to the sky casino, as he was resting at a safe distance away from the three psychopaths in jail

You guys do end up having to go back much to his dismay, although this time it felt more safer because you were around. He's down deep and he can't return.

Sigma really likes you. Not because you're helpful and quite beautiful, but strong and empathetic in a sense both of you relate to various things.

He's seriously lucky to have you, his little shooting star ❤️

#bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #armed detective agency #bsd #bsd headcanons #decay of angels #genshin #lumine #genshin crossover #bsd crossover #sigma x reader #bsd ranpo #fyodor dostoevsky #fyodor x reader

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faithshouseofchaos · 8 months

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i’m sending you more requests because i have so many ideas haha

lando and reader they are both wolf and are mated and they both are drivers for f1, so maybe lando gets his first win or something important in f1

Going for the Singapore win 🏆

Big wins— werewolf!Lando Norris x werewolf!reader

Tagged— @80sloverry @toasttt11 @charmisticdisappointment @lollypop90907 @wolfsbanesbite @norizznorris

This was the last Halloween/supernatural thing related I had in my inbox feel free to send more..

Also I had trouble writing the race part it took me like two in a half hours to say fuck it and do it the way I did I hope y’all can understand it 🤞🏻

Big wins

You and Lando had been together since your karting days. You were both werewolves and mates. It was a pretty rare thing when werewolves met the person whom they’d spend the rest of their lives with at an early age. You were there for him when he first signed for McLaren and he was there for you when you went into F2 prema with your brother Logan.

Three years later Landos in his third year in F1 finally got your first F1 seat with AlphaTurie the sister team of Redbull when Pierre Gasly moved to Alpine your brother Logan got the second William's seat. Lando was proud of you. All your hard work was finally paying off.

You were doing pretty well for your first Rookie season in F1 better than what people were expecting from you.

You were now into your second year of F1 and you got the second Red Bull seat when Checo left to spend time with his wife and kids helping them out with their karting career.

It was time for the Singapore GP. You were starting in P6 and Lando was starting in P3. Once everything was squared away you and everyone else took off for the formation lap.

(Ok so bare with me I don’t know how to write a race but we all know what happened so please be patient with how I’m gonna write this 👀💀)

“It’s lights out and away we go”

Carlos sainz takes off with the lead followed by

Charles Leclerc

George Russell

Lewis Hamilton

Lando Norris

Y/n Sargent

Ooh there goes Lewis who was knocked off the track he’ll have to give up two spaces for that.

Carlos sainz

Charles Leclerc

George Russell

Lando Norris

Y/n Sargent

Lewis Hamilton

Ferrari screwed over Charles with the pitstop

Ocon DNF along with Logan and Yuki

Lewis passes y/n Sargent

Carlos sainz

Lando Norris

George Russell

Lewis Hamilton

Y/n Sargent

On the last lap of the race George hit the wall and DNF losing out on p3

Carlos

Lando

Lewis

Y/n

(Hopefully y’all got the gist of this it took me two hours to figure how to write this little section 💀)

You were proud of Lando he had gotten P2 and you were also proud of Carlos he deserved P1 as he had been busting his ass off at Ferrari. You were ecstatic at the fact that they got P1-p2 something they’ve wanted since being teammates and they finally got it.

You went around the paddock congratulating the guys and then made your way back to Lando who just finished hugging his father. You went up to reach over to hug Adam Norris.

“Good job kid” he told you

“Thank you,” you said and walked over to Lando helping him take off his helmet and Balaclava.

You kissed him on the lips and gave him a big hug.

“Omg, good baby I’m so proud of you” you yelled over the roaring crowd.

“Thank you love I got to go to the cool-down room I’ll see you after the podium celebration,” Lando said kissing you.

(Y/ns after race interview)

Int— so y/n what was it like out there?

Y/n— pretty fun a little intense though oh and sweaty very sweaty

Int— how are you feeling about Red Bull losing its consecutive win streak?

Y/n— uh well it’s exciting honestly it was getting boring seeing Max win all the time I’m just glad the fans and myself can hear a different anthem for once.

Int— one last question did you tell Christian to tell Max to hurry the hell up and help you defend?

Y/n— yeah, I did because I had Lewis Hamilton and Fernando Alonso riding my ass for half the race and I lost out on P3 but it is what it is and I’m sure next weekend Redbull will dominate.

Int— alright thank you for your time.

Y/n— no problem

It was time for the podium celebration. The whole track went silent listening to the National Anthem of Spain when Carlos' National Anthem finished, Ferraris's Anthem played and everyone in Ferrari red sang along to the Anthem.

When the Anthem finished playing the guys popped their champagne bottles and sprayed it everywhere. You watched as Lando poured some onto his head and looked down at you winking.

After the podium celebration, the three left presumably to their driver rooms to change and to have a quick shower.

You did the same; you opened your door only to be pulled into the room and pushed back up against the door. Laughing, you looked up at Lando.

“You looked good up there baby,” you told Lando wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You think so?” He asked like the cocky little shit he was.

“I know so,” you said, kissing him.

After party

You and Lando went out to a club with Carlos and his girlfriend to celebrate their big win.

Despite not being drunk like the rest of the people surrounding you, that didn’t stop the pair of you from getting bold and grinding on each other. If it wasn’t for some of the guys being there to pull you both you would have fucked each other right then and there. So you and Lando left, going back to the hotel room.

Once the two of you got back to your room all bets were off and you both were all over each other.

The morning after

You woke up in your hotel room and you found a trashed Disaster. There were feathers from the pillows everywhere, the nightstand beside the bed had claw marks from you scratching it, the bed sheet ripped, and you noticed some blood under your fingernails.

“Oh you're awake look at what you did to my back y/n I’m still not healed all the way,” Lando said.

“I’m sorry baby,” you say, feeling your face heat up.

“Hey I wanna talk to you about something,” Lando said

“Yeah sure what is it?” You ask

“I wanna get married y/n I know we have our whole lives to do that but I want to just get it out now—“Lando rambled before you cut him off.

“You know Vegas is in a few weeks, let's do it there,” you said.

“You wanna go ahead and get married even though we’re only 24?”

“Lando we’re mates we’ll be 24 years old for a long time remember”

“Oh yeah I forgot about that”

#lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x oc #lando norris x reader #lando x reader #lando norris x you #werewolf!Lando Norris x reader #werewolf!Lando Norris x werewolf!reader #faiths supernatural f1!aus #faithm120601 asks

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apuckishwit · 1 year

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“I appreciate the effort but this is all wrong.” For whoever you choose

(also I know I send a request in last time so feel free to ignore this if you have too many💜)

Bruh, I don't even KNOW where this came from. But I like it. Little bit of Steddie, but this mostly ended up being a Steve and Eleven bonding ficlet. Also, word could got away from me, sorry!

“I appreciate the effort, but this is all wrong,” Eddie sighs, flopping onto the couch beside Steve and making a gesture that seems to encompass Steve’s entire body.

Steve hides a tired smile behind his drink—some unholy cocktail Hopper’s friend Bauman cooked up that seems to be mostly straight vodka. “What do you mean?”

“This! You! We just beat Vecna, man! Won the day, saved the world! And you’re sitting here in a dark corner, brooding over your drink.” Eddie leans close, his expression shifting to something dramatic and serious. “A strange-looking, weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall,” he intones.

Ah. Steve remembers this one.

“I am not strange-looking,” he says, and then tips his cup towards Dustin, who is dramatically recounting some part of the fight to Lucas and a bored-looking Erica, as though they were not right there with him. “I am, however, listening intently to the hobbit talk.”

Eddie reels back, a shocked, delighted smile lighting his face. “Stevie! Stevie! Did you, Steven Timothy Harrington the third, king of Hawkins High, dreamiest of the all-American dreamboats…just quote Lord of the Rings at me?” Eddie’s got a bruise on his temple, blood and dirt crusted in the creases of his skin because he hasn’t had a proper shower yet. Steve wants to kiss him, wants to bury his hands in the wild mass of Eddie’s curls, wants to curl into the warmth of his body and never leave.

“My middle name’s not Timothy you weirdo, and I’m not even a junior, let alone a third.” He dares a nudge of his knee into Eddie’s and leaves it there, their legs touching from knee to mid-thigh. He watches dark eyes dart down to where their bodies are touching and holds his breath, only letting it out when Eddie lets his weight shift a little closer so that their shoulders are brushing as well.

Not the closest they’ve ever been on this night, at this party—and it is a party this time, a celebration, he loves it when they are celebrating and not clinging to each other in broken, sobbing huddles, too many empty spaces in between their reaching arms—but close. Close enough that he can feel the other man’s heat through the layers of their clothes, feel the solid weight of him. Eddie is hardly ever a casualty anymore, but nothing is foolproof and he never takes Eddie’s presence at his side when they get here for granted.

He lets himself sink against the couch in his living room, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. Eddie’s eyes will follow the motion, he knows, those quick, clever eyes flicking over the line of his throat before landing on his lips and darting away again. There’s something between them, now. Something curious and fragile, but crackling with electricity. Heat. Possibility. He wonders, when he’s feeling particularly self-destructive, how far they could run with that possibility, if they ever get the chance. He’s kissed Eddie. More times than he can count anymore. Hell, he’s slept with him—quick and desperate fucks in hidden corners, longer, slower explorations when they manage to buy more time than usual. He knows Eddie’s body in a way that should feel wrong, he thinks, because Eddie never, ever remembers.

Steve’s past pretending he’s not desperately, stupidly in love with him.

His chest aches at the thought—pain that has become so familiar he barely notices it anymore. He opens his eyes, the ache turning a little sweeter when he catches Eddie’s gaze darting away from his lips and looks out over the people crowded into his house, helping themselves to his food, his alcohol, his bathrooms and blankets and guestrooms. Everything. They’re welcome to everything, he’d give everything in this cold, cold house if they could just stay here. Now. In this moment.

They’ve all made it through this time. All of them. Max is slumped tiredly against Lucas’s side with nothing worse than a broken arm. Robin is curled up on the loveseat just across the room, fast asleep, but not pale and limp and dead. Dustin’s excited voice carries above every other conversation and Steve could listen to it forever because now he knows what it sounds like when it trails off into a wet, gurgling rattle. They’re all winding down, eyelids drooping, shoulders slumping. Nancy and Jonathan have already wandered off to the guestroom he pointed them to, Hopper and Joyce having long ago vanished into his parents’ room. The kids are gathering blankets and pillows to just create a giant nest right here on the living room floor and Steve is debating whether he wants to carry Robin up to his room or take the risk that sometimes pays off and invite Eddie to follow him to bed when he catches Eleven’s eyes across the room.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get some air,” he says, reaching down to grip Eddie’s knee. Wants it to be his hand. “I’ll be right back.”

Eddie just nods tiredly, his eyes kind of glazing over with exhaustion despite his earlier brightness. Steve stands and stretches, slipping from the room while the boys are arguing over the truly hideous (but very warm and fluffy) knitted blanket his great-grandmother made right before she died and that his mother refuses to get rid of, even though she won’t allow it to sit out anywhere it can be seen. He steps out onto the back deck, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he makes his way to the edge of the empty pool. He’s never gotten around to covering it, but he never keeps it filled when he has the choice in the matter.

He is unsurprised when he hears the door slide open behind him a few moments later. Tilts his head up to stare at the brightly gleaming moon and just lifts one arm in invitation. El burrows into his side seconds later, her thin arms winding tight around his waist as she presses her face into his chest. He doesn’t speak, holding her tightly as she just breathes. She never cries, but somehow the deep, shuddering breaths are worse.

“I’m still good to go again,” he whispers, when the shuddering breaths quiet, and he can no longer feel her shoulders trembling. He ruffles a hand through her short, bristly hair, his heart hurting at the feel of it, the way it always does. El loves her long hair. Loves what having it long represents to her. He hates to see her lose that so often.

She nods against his chest, but makes no move to let go. He bites his lip, resting his chin on top of her head. “We’re getting closer. You felt it this time, right? He almost…he almost let go of Will.”

“He did,” Eleven agrees, her voice no louder than Steve’s had been. “Almost.”

Eddie is wrong, is the thing. They haven’t beaten Vecna. Not for real. Not for good. The Upside Down isn’t gone.

It’s not over.

As a matter of fact, in just a few short hours it’s all going to start over again. All the way over again.

Steve is going to go to sleep tonight, eventually. Maybe curled around Robin, clutching his best friend’s hand and counting her breaths as he struggles to calm his own. Maybe tangled with Eddie, sweaty and sated and biting his lips bloody against all the things he wants to say, all the things he’s discovered and realized and come to know for truth as he’s come to this point over and over and over. Maybe this will be one of the times he and Eleven won’t be able to bear to go back in to the people they love knowing their happiness and relief is about to be ripped away all over again, one of the times they’ll sit and talk and try to keep each other awake for another hour, another minute, another second. It won’t matter.

When he wakes up again, it’ll be 1983. Eleven will be waiting for him in their prearranged meeting spot so he can bring her food and some warmer clothes before she leaves to find Mike and the others, so small and young again, with eyes that grow more and more haunted each time he looks into them. Will Byers will be missing. Max will be somewhere in California. Eddie will hate him, if he thinks of him at all. His kids won’t know him.

And he will be standing right back at the beginning of a path he would sell his fucking soul not to have to walk again.

And again.

He’s lost count of how many times they’ve done this. Lost count of how many times they’ve lived through this hell, lost count of how fucking old they are at this point. Does a year really count against your age if it’s erased over and over again? He tries not to think about it too hard. It might drive him crazy.

Maybe it already has.

They can’t change anything, they’ve discovered through more trial and error than he cares to try and recall. Nothing more than tiny differentiations. He can’t just cancel that goddamn party and save Barb. They can’t open another gate and bring Will home themselves. They can’t bring the lab down before Nancy and Jonathan get to it. Can’t warn Hopper about the tunnels and the mayor and the fucking Russians. Can’t tell Joyce how to break the Mind Flayer’s hold over her son. Can’t stop Hargrove from becoming a puppet, can’t save his life and at least spare Max that complicated, complicated pain. Can’t avoid the Russians. Can’t keep Hopper from being kidnapped. Can’t save Chrissy Cunningham. Can’t stop Eddie from becoming involved.

Can’t, can’t, can’t.

Things…wobble…when they try. Eleven feels it more than him, understands it better than him, but when they try to change things, it felt like the time he and Tommy decided to go ice skating on the pond near Tommy’s grandpa’s house too early in the season. He’d gotten out onto the ice first, had skated away from the edge as fast as he could, but as he got further out he could feel the ice change under his skates. Had felt it grow thinner. Weaker. Start to splinter under the blades. He’s lucky he’d still been small at that point—thin and bony and small. If it had been Tommy who raced out first, he probably would have fallen through. But that’s how it feels to him—like something is weakening and thinning and breaking around him and it would be a very bad thing if it broke all the way.

Things aren’t completely the same, of course. They’ve learned to skirt that breaking, thinning, weakening—but the little bits of pain they’ve been able to spare their friends and family are tiny. Crumbs. Nothing in the face of all the things they have to let happen.

The things they have to let happen over and over and over…because they know how to close the Upside Down, now. They know what they have to do to make sure it can never hurt anyone ever again. They know what they have to do to free the people they’ve come to love like family.

They know the price they have to pay. And they know they will never, ever take that step.

It has to be purged, is the thing. Every scrap, every bit, every awful, disgusting spore has to be cleaned from their world before the opening can be closed permanently. Every bit of it.

Even the bits that have infected people they love. The bits that have infected them.

It all has to be in the Upside Down when the gate is closed for the last time. If they can’t find a way to sever the connections between them and Vecna, Will and Max have to be left behind in the Upside Down when the gate is closed for the last time.

He and El are both in agreement. That isn’t a price they’re willing to pay, unless the only other choice is to let Vecna completely loose to rampage across the world. In his heart of hearts, Steve isn’t so sure they’d even be willing to pay the price then.

Will is El’s brother in every way that matters. They might as well be twins. And Max…

Well.

Neither of them are willing to live in a world without Max Mayfield in it.

Steve doesn’t know why he and Eleven remember all the times they have come to this point before, but Will and Max don’t. He has his suspicions. Theories that he has had ample time to turn over in his mind…and he knows he’s not the smartest person in their group, but even he can solve a puzzle if you give him enough time. He thinks it has something to do with how their connections to the Upside Down formed vs. how Will’s and Max’s were forced. El didn’t mean to, didn’t know what she was doing…but she was the one who ripped into the Upside Down in the first place, kicked up the hivemind like a hornet’s nest. And he…

He thinks of the thick, rotten-tasting fluid that fills his mouth every time he bites that fucking bat to get it to let go of him. The way it always slides down his throat before he can spit it all out. He’d forced his way into a connection too, hadn’t he? Even after all this time, he can’t decide if he’s glad he accidentally took part of that fucking place into himself that first time or not.

He’s glad Eleven isn’t alone in this. Glad he can be there for the girl who’s just as much a little sister to him as Max is, now. Glad he can remember all the moments he’s had with Eddie in all these endless loops. But oh sometimes he’d give anything to have his blissful ignorance back.

He’s lucky in some sick way, he thinks. He has the choice. Will is already infected every time they start over. The thing that makes Max vulnerable to Vecna is something they cannot change. Steve, though, can choose not to take that mouthful of rotten, rotten blood. He can suck in an extra mouthful of air before the things bring him down, give himself those few extra seconds for Nancy, Robin, and Eddie to come charging to his rescue. He can release himself from the knowledge he’s living these same hellish years over and over again any time. El has begged him to, many times.

He glances down at the girl in his arms, clinging to his waist and trying to brace herself for yet another round. Knows he never will. They’re in this together, no matter what. He can’t let her carry this burden alone. He’s going to sink his teeth into that fucking bat every time, until they’re sure they’ve figured it out. Until they know how to free Will and Max. Until they can save everyone. Then he’ll let himself out of the loop. Only then.

Then maybe he’ll finally get to see what the possibility that hovers between him and Eddie will grow to be.

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” he asks, like the sun is going to come up on them here. Like he’ll stumble down to the kitchen, carefully stepping over sleeping bodies to start coffee and pancakes. Like it really is over, instead of about to start again.

“Breakfast burrito,” El says, and they both ignore how tired she sounds. How defeated.

There has to be a way to save them all…there has to. They just have to hang on until they find it. He closes his eyes and thinks of Robin’s laugh. Dustin’s loud voice. Eddie’s pretty, pretty eyes. One more time. He can do it one more time. They’re close. They have to be.

“Breakfast burrito. Bacon, eggs, cheese, peppers, no onions.” He squeezes her tighter, and her fist tightens on his shirt. “And something soft and pretty to wear.”

“Pretty,” she agrees.

“We’ve got this,” he says, and wishes harder than he has ever wished for anything in his life that he isn’t lying. “One more time.”

El takes another deep breath. Straightens, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. She slips out from under his arm, but keeps hold of his hand. “One more time,” she says solemnly. He doesn’t know how many times they have made this promise to each other.

He lost count a long time ago.

#stranger things #stranger things fic #steddie #background but it's there #Steve Harrington #Eleven (stranger things)#jane hopper #I don't have the patience for a real time loop fic so have a condensed one #my writing #fic prompt

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haechannielove · 2 years

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Thighs (M)

Preview: “I don’t see how that would be comfortable at all, for either people. Especially the one RIDING the thigh.” you say back to Jeno. “You’ve clearly never tried it before. I promise it’s better than it sounds.” Jeno replies back. “Prove it.” You say to him, internally cringing at the fact that you REALLY just said that.

summary - Jeno proves to you the pleasure in thigh riding.

rating - (18+)

word count - 1,060

warnings - fwb, thigh riding, cum eating, SOME dirty talk

au - non-idol

pairing - fem!reader x jeno

A/N: feel free to send in drabble/reaction requests 😭!! I really wanna know about your fantasies.

You hear the front door click. Meaning Jaemin, Haechan, and Renjun are gone. They’re going to meet up with Chenle all to go to the beach because it is scorching hot outside. Leaving you and Jeno alone in the house. You get up to go get some ice to chew, Jeno follows after you.

You both move to the couch and turn on the tv. You pick up the remote and hit the power button turning the tv on. As you’re scrolling you find nothing that catches your eye. “Jeno do you know anything good to watch? Or do? I can’t find any good shows on this thing.” You say with slight annoyance. They took your favorite movies off of Netflix recently so it’s been hard to find something else you liked.

Jeno daps a towel on his head to wipe the sweat dribbling down. “No, we should have gone to the beach with them this is hell.” Jeno says. He takes his shirt off due to the hot weather. His beautiful thin waist and perfect abs are on full display. You spend a few seconds chewing the inside of your cheek thinking of what to do. “I’m going to go change into something else. Sweatpants and a t-shirt aren’t doing much good for me, I’ll be right back” you say to Jeno leaving him alone in the living room. He nods.

You return with a tank top that perfectly outlines the shape of your breasts and short shorts that stop just below your ass. Jeno is definitely staring. You can’t lie it is making you blush a bit. “I FOUND SOMETHING!” Jeno yells out. “What is it?” You reply back to Jeno. “A show, it’s about two people forced to live together for a month.” Jeno says. “That seems boring as hell.” You say. “There’s millions of other tv shows just like that. They all end the same. Boring.” You add on. “Whatever.” He rolls his eyes.

It’s hours later and you both finally found something to watch. It’s a comedy romance. The characters are having a discussion on what kinks and sexual acts are the weirdest. The topic of thigh riding pops up. “I don’t think thigh riding is weird at all. I think it’s hot.” Jeno shrugs. “I don’t see how that would be comfortable at all, for either people. Especially the one RIDING the thigh.” you say back to Jeno. “You’ve clearly never tried it before. I promise it’s better than it sounds.” Jeno replies back. “Prove it.” You say to him, internally cringing at the fact that you REALLY just said that.

Jeno grabs you by the hand, stands you right in front of him and grabs at your shorts and pulls them down. “You don’t understand what you do to me, do you” Jeno says making you feel the butterflies flying around in your tummy. He pulls down your underwear as well and tells you to take them off completely. You bend down to take your shorts and underwear from around your ankles and place them next to you. “Take everything off, I want to see your entire body.” Jeno says. He’s eye fucking you as you’re taking the remaining clothes off of your body. You can see his dick getting hard through his shorts. He’s definitely not wearing anything underneath them.

Jeno pulls his shorts off, you’re right he’s not wearing underwear. His cock springs from his pants and hits his abdomen. His tip is so pretty and pink. You lean in to touch it and Jeno let’s you. “I’ve never seen a cock prettier than yours Jeno” you whispered to him. “Let’s not forget what we were originally going to do now.” He then grabs your hips and positions you above his thick left thigh. He lowers you and spreads your pussy so that your clit is now touching his bare thigh. “Move.” Jeno says. You start moving, his thigh occasionally flexing underneath you, stimulating your clit even more. “You look so pretty like this, riding my thigh, tell me baby, does it feel good? Hm?” Jeno teases. “It feels so g-good Jeno fuck. ” you keep going. “Can I touch your cock?” You ask him, it would be so hot to jerk him off while you try and cum on his thigh. Jeno grabs your hand and puts it on his cock.

Minutes pass and you are both breathless. You’re both in complete ecstasy. A pool of absolutely pleasure. You tugging his hard cock, him guiding your hips with his hands, going back and fourth on his thigh. You pull your head down to his chest and attach your lips to his nipple. You flick your tongue over it a few times in hopes to get a good reaction out of him. You earn a loud sound of please leave his beautiful pink lips. One of his hands reach down to your clit to help you reach your orgasm even faster. His beautiful moans and heavy breathing makes you tingle even more. Jeno’s cock starts to twitch in your hands as you’re still pumping him. Jeno suddenly starts touching your chest and playing with your nipples. He pulls your body closer and takes one of your breasts into his mouth. He sucks on you for a while and you reach your orgasm. As you hit your high you feel Jeno’s warm cum run down the back of your hand.

You come to a stop. All that can be heard in the room is the fast breaths coming from you and Jeno’s lungs. You take your hand off of his crotch and bring it up to your mouth and lick the cum off of your skin. “You’re fucking insane.” Jeno says. You smirk at him. “Let’s clean up before they come back.” You suggest to Jeno.

You both pick your clothes up from off of the floor and walk to the bathroom. You both decided to shower together.

You don’t know how you and Jeno have gotten to this point of “friendship” if you can even call it that. The tension between you two was just unbearable. You both felt the same way and decided to be best friends with benefits. Yeah the sex is there and pretty often, but you still completely trust each other with every secret you’ve ever had.

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blushblush-readerinsertsnthings · 1 year

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Hello there! Are you doing requests? If yes, can you do some dating headcanons for Seth, Poe and Scale pls?

yes, absolutely! some of my favorite bois <3 <3 <3

POE

Honestly, dating him is about what you’d expect, with a few little surprises sprinkled in for fun. Gotta keep things fresh, can’t have you getting super bored of him. He’s the kind of guy who likes to hang out in graveyards and he’s a bit morbid… but at the same time, he’s definitely down-to-Earth. Compared to some of the other guys, he’s almost normal.

Writes poetry about you sometimes? While he doesn’t advertise it, he’s a romantic at heart. He likes doing those sappy things, comparing the touch of your hand in his hair to the cool breeze of a mausoleum, and your kiss is like the first breath that the dead take upon resurrection… perhaps he keeps writing these things because you’re the first person to truly appreciate his dark, flowery language.

He texts you a lot, especially if you have a job or studies that keep you away. He’s got more free time, being a student (one who can admit to slacking off somewhat in areas which don’t interest him), so he can get slightly bored and when he’s bored, his mind wanders to you. To see Hey. Hanging out in the library. And I’m thinking of you. I might check out this book… wanna come summon demons with me later? ;) with a picture of him smirking behind some ancient-looking tome makes you very happy. Maybe you’ll even consider it! Would be a hell of a way to spend a Saturday night, huh?

‘Melancholy flower’/’melon cauliflower’ for a vegan emo isn’t the only pun he has up his sleeve. He’s also got other small references too, and puns aren’t his preferred method of one-lining. If it’ll get you to smile, however, he’ll use them. Particularly if he feels awkward and doesn’t think he has much else to say, he’ll pun. A well-timed quip of, “Well, look at that. Good for them; they’ve got one foot in the rave.” in response to a couple of elderly partygoers decked out in glow sticks will have you giggling, at least. Or he hopes it will. He almost wishes you’d never stop laughing, it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

In addition to just texting you a bunch, he also loves to send you naughty pictures. Nothing too bad that anyone else would be appalled to seeing on your phone… just tiny things to tease you. Photos of him wearing a new pair of skeleton underwear accompanied by a caption of, What do you think? Too many bones? 😉 Or maybe a pic of his hand resting on his bare thigh, with the excuse that he wants to know what you think of the nail polish he just put on. All’s fair, isn’t it? He definitely wants you thinking about him.

For all that he pretends to be a dark and troubled bad boy, his ideal date night is… getting some takeout, watching a horror flick, and falling asleep on the couch cuddled up in your arms. (Or with you cuddled in his. He’s not picky about that part, as long as there’s cuddling going on!) Often when that happens, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night, gaze fondly at you for a few minutes, and then drift off with a hint of a smile on his face. It’s so disgustingly domestic and he hates how much he loves it.

SCALE

A relationship?? What’s… what’s that??? He’s clueless. And he’s not clueless by virtue of not being intelligent, because he’s very smart. He just… has struggled in connecting with people, for a very long time. Before you, he never really had romance with anyone. His mind was laser-focused on his job, so it was as if he never had time for anything else. Just… be patient with him. He loves you, but he’s very much still learning how to exist inside a romantic relationship.

That said, he’s surprisingly good at knowing how to be a partner. That might be mostly because he’s aware and observant, to the point that he just… notices things about you. He knows what your preferred morning drink is, and he knows what it looks like when you’re tired or in pain, and his heart has begun to beat to match the cadence of your speech. And if there’s something he doesn’t know, he has no shame in asking. (Well… usually.) He brings you a drink or painkillers if you need, encourages you to rest when it seems you’ve been overworking, and he knows how to make you laugh. He very much takes pride in being the best partner for you that he can be.

Uh. Well. It’s. It’s just. He’s an assassin! He’s a serial killer who takes commissions! His lifestyle, while entirely badass as far as he’s concerned, is also dangerous. He’s excellent at what he does, but the fact is that sometimes he has a bad day or his target has a good day. To say nothing of rivalries or competition between assassins, particularly during ‘open’ hits that directly pit them against each other. He will come home injured, it’s just a matter of when it happens. Hopefully you’re not too attached to your carpets, because he’ll stagger in dripping blood all over them, begging you to let him take care of himself. Of course, that’s impossible, so there will definitely be times you’ll have to patch him up in the bathroom. He can’t go to the hospital, right? He… he trusts you to take care of him.

He has quite the singing voice, even if he vehemently denies that he likes to sing. Often he’ll start by humming while the two of you are relaxing and snuggling, and if you insist on watching a musical during movie night, he’ll usually start to sing along in a low voice. For whatever reason he’s embarrassed by it! Although the urge to sing ‘rose’ when he got transformed into a dragon, that is absolutely not to say it wasn’t there before. Singing relaxes him, and it might just be because he’s unpracticed in being vulnerable around people that singing in front of others, even you, flusters him a bit. Though… he likes it if you fall asleep to his singing. That’s flattering.

He can get… possessive. Nowhere near Cole levels of possessive or anything, but his one sore spot is that he is petrified of the idea that he might not be ‘cool’ in your eyes. He’s convinced that you’ll wake up one day, look at him, and go, “Oh, my GOD, you’re so boring.” before walking out of his life forever. And he can’t take that. He will do literally anything in the name of keeping you interested in him. Actually, up to and including admitting that he’s afraid you think he’s boring and that you’re going to leave him. However, it’s a win-win; you get the emotional openness and some meaningful intimacy out of him, and he gets the reassurance that you’re super fascinated with him and you’re not going anywhere. Honesty is SEXY!!!

SETH

Is it getting hot in here, or is just because he’s dragging the essence of hell behind him? Who knows at this point? It’s really his game and you’re just along for the ride. Maybe that’s how you like it. If that wasn’t how you like it, you probably wouldn’t be with him. He likes to do dangerous things, so you’ll have to be careful exactly which ones you do with him. He forgets sometimes that humans can’t take the kinds of abuse that demons can! So if he mentions a ‘vacation’ to his ‘hometown’ by ‘a beautiful lake’, guide him toward something else. That beautiful lake is made of fire, down in hell, and to you it’d be less a vacation and more like a nightmare. Oops! He tried.

Shockingly okay with the whole arrangement he has going with you. It’s a shame he can’t manipulate you, because you sort of see through all his tricks and no-sell any of the bad ideas, but he’s not too broken up. He’s convinced he’ll eventually find something you’ll fall for, so now he’s just biding his time. Except… during that time, he finds himself actually falling for you. That comes with not wanting to hurt you or betray your trust, which means that slowly he loses the urge to manipulate you at all. He goes from wanting your soul to just wanting your heart. Awwwww~!

You wanna wear his hoodie? He’ll let you wear his hoodie. Hell, if his clothes fit you, he’ll let you wear all of them. Not only is he totally fine walking around wearing very little or nothing at all, demons are possessive creatures by nature. It hits that button to see you covered in things that are his, which makes him a very happy little shit-stirrer. You’re so hot wearing all his clothes, (or, indeed, wearing replicas of them if his happen not to fit you), he might just decide to pin you down and kiss every inch of you.

Yes, he’s a demon. And a troublemaker. However, he’s also the Avatar of Woe. Being that he is that, he… has this strange kind of depression. His boredom and anguish and occasional apathy drive him to seek thrills, usually. Other times, though, the woe part overtakes him entirely. If he’s allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, there are times you’ll find him in bed, sobbing uncharacteristically, bunched up in the blankets and completely lost in sorrow. How you react will determine whether or not he lets you see that side of him ever again. As much of a front as he puts up, when the woe hits, all he really wants is to be held and comforted and know you’re there for him.

He’s kind of always touching you in some way, almost as if to stake his claim on you. If the two of you are out walking, he’s holding your hand. If you’re sitting around, he’s got an arm around your waist. He likes to have his hands on you, he likes to be touching and kissing and cuddling. In some ways he forgot what it was like to have a real romance with somebody, and apparently, he’s missed all those small, normal, soft touches. He’s making up for lost time and massive amounts of touch starvation, sue him!

#Blush Blush #Poe #Scale #Seth #headcanons #romantic #fluff #hurt/comfort #yes yes yessssssss <3

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kaiwewi · 2 years

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I absolutely love your writing style- I just found your blog recently and it’s definitely one of the best whump hordes I have ever encountered. Your wording is just 🤌🤌🤌🤌 spicy meatball

I was wondering if I could request s’more sadistic hero whumper? I love the unhinged hero, maybe even some [villain] death if you’re feelin’ spicy.

-🪶

Aww, thank you anon!! You're too kind 💕 I hope you'll like this. But if it's not sadistic or unhinged enough, always feel free to send another ask 😉

Game's Over

tw: whump, mentions of blood and injuries, implied character death

Synopsis: the hero has one rule. The villain is about to learn what happens to those who disappoint.

“I really thought you could be the one.” The hero's shoulders slump. “But you’re just as disappointing as the other villains. Why does everyone always let me down? I'm really not asking much, am I?”

What’s that supposed to mean? What does the hero look so damned unhappy about, when the hero isn’t the one with the broken nose and the dislocated shoulder? When the hero isn’t the one trying to blink the tears from their vision, isn’t the one retreating on shaking legs towards a dead end.

“What are you talking about?”

The hero crowds them against the ledge of the rooftop. The place is inaccessible to the general public, so whoever planned this building saw no need for the parapet to reach up beyond knee-high. It’s a harrowing oversight. – But apparently, flying superheroes whisking hapless villains away to the top of your building isn’t a scenario covered in Architectural Studies. Well, it should be.

“Remind me,” the hero says, “what was the first thing I said to you?”

The hero’s hand shoots out and grabs them by the collar. They instinctively swat at it with their uninjured arm, but the grip is unyielding.

Stupid super-strength. Isn’t it unfair the hero has both flight and raw power at their disposal? How were they supposed to go up against that? – Of course they’d lose!

They can hardly breathe. The taste of iron makes bile surge up their throat.

“You- You said” – they swallow – “to never bore you.”

“My one and only rule,” the hero says reprovingly. “If you’d just followed that, everything would be fine. That shouldn’t be too difficult, even for a villain, wouldn’t you agree?”

They remain silent. What are they supposed to say here? – ‘Sorry for being such a lame, unpowered opponent that I wasn’t worth your time?’ – Their nose keeps dripping blood all over their beloved costume; everything hurts; their gear is broken; and they’ve lost. Shouldn’t that be enough? Is it really necessary to further humiliate them?

The hero huffs out a laugh, and it’s not one of those good-natured TV-interview chuckles that gained them so many squealing fans. No, this one is sinister. The hero slowly extends the arm that’s holding them in place.

The world tilts and they yelp. “Wait!”

They are no longer swatting at the hero’s arm; they’re sinking their nails into it for dear life.

There is nothing they can do to steady themself – their calves are already flush against the parapet, they’re frighteningly off balance, and the hero’s grasp is currently the only thing keeping them from falling.

“I get it!” They don’t, but it hardly matters. “I’m sorry! Okay? I’m sorry. Really. You don’t have to- to… Just pull me back up, yes?”

They’d thought the flight up here was bad; but oh, were they wrong. – The discrepancy between the solid floor beneath their feet and the abyss the rest of them is dangling above makes this so much more terrifying. They were at the hero’s mercy before, but this… this feels like taunting. Like the hero is rubbing it in.

The hero doesn’t move.

“Do you know what happens to boring toys?” they ask.

What the hell? The hero can’t be serious. No. They must be joking, mocking. Gloating. It’s such an unheroic thing; outright villainous. But that’s all it is. It has to be. Because the hero can’t possibly be contemplating—

“Boring toys,” the hero says, “get replaced.”

They shake their head, frantic. “You’re joking. You wouldn’t.” But the hero doesn’t look like they’re joking. “People aren’t toys. They’re… they’re people. – I’m a person. Not a very good one maybe, but…”

The hero’s mouth twists into something entirely unreadable. A sneer? A pout? – It’s not a smile and it’s not a frown. Yet, somehow, it is both. – The hero hums and the look in those eyes is bittersweet in a way that claws at their insides more than their ill-advised glimpse to the street twenty storeys below.

The hero clicks their tongue. “Game's over.”

Why does the hero act like whether they'll live or die is a fucking game? They're a human being. And yes, maybe they kind of suck, but they have value. They might be a villain, but that's not all they are.

They have parent they don't always see eye to eye with, but they love each other anyway; friends who always tease them about that crush they have on the local news reporter. Their cat's thrown so many glasses of the table that they nicknamed her Havoc and finally bought a carpet. They like spicy food and binge-watching series on Netflix and going for walks through the park on sunny afternoons.

This is their life, and it's precious.

“Please,” they beg, “I’m a person! I’m not a toy. So please…”

“What you are” – the hero sighs, and the cock of their head is a wicked thing – “is a bore.”

No. God, please. No!

They’ll do better! They’ll be more entertaining. Funny even! If the hero gives them another chance, they won’t disappoint. They’ll do anything, be anything. It’s okay; they can be a toy. They’ll be the best toy there is. If that’s what it takes to survive—

A myriad of promises lies bitter and acrid on the tip of their tongue, waiting to spill.

Just as they open their mouth…

The hero drops them.

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 2 years

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hi! omg for the small details for fictional kisses the 4 and 41 are so cute every time! it would be so sweet if you write them please

Thanks so much for requesting!

I’ll write both (I’ll tag you in the second one), but I’m not sure which one this is going to be (I’ll find out when I get there lmao)

4 - breaking the kiss but instantly pressing your lips back together

Remus was fine. Completely fine. He definitely wasn’t gripping his bottle so hard it was on the brink of shattering. There was absolutely no way that he was watching Benjy Fenwick chatting up Sirius at the Gryffindor party.

“Moony, I’m just going to take this.” James carefully pried the bottle, which had a crack working it’s way through, from his hands. “You know, if you want Benjy to leave Sirius alone, maybe you should go over and talk to him?”

Remus glanced at him for a moment, struggling to keep his eyes away from Sirius, who was now laughing at something Benjy had said. Sure, Benjy was funny, but he wasn’t that funny! What was making Sirius laugh so hard? He contemplated between thanking Benjy for letting him see that Sirius Black grin, or slapping him, because he wanted to be the one to make him smile like that.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said simply, through gritted teeth. James couldn’t help but chuckle then.

“Remus, I hate to break it to you, but you’re shit at keeping secrets. You look like you want to set Benjy on fire.”

Honestly, Remus had thought of that (fleetingly), but had decided he wouldn’t be able to do that, anyway.

“Just talk to him! You never know!”

He did know.

At least, he thought he did.

Remus and Sirius had gone out a few times over the Hogsmeade weekends. Remus was absolutely, 100% gone for him, but he wasn’t sure about Sirius.

Sirius flirted with everyone around him, and Remus couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that hit him every time this happened. The same, unsure, insecure nagging in the pit of his stomach, asking why the hell Sirius would ever feel the same way, that he was probably just passing the time, waiting until he got bored to move on to the next fling.

He wasn’t sure Sirius would want to make things between them exclusive, so he had avoided asking. It wasn’t until he saw James’ confident, reassuring expression, and turned back to find Benjy reaching out to squeeze Sirius’ arm, that he decided there was no time like the present.

If he was going to get his heart broken, he may as well just get it over with.

“Hey, Padfoot, everything okay?” He asked, standing just a little too close to Sirius, in the hopes of sending Benjy a more subtle message. He didn’t seem to catch on.

“Oh, Siri and I were just talking about the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend.” God, Remus hated that nickname. It sounded so insanely stupid. Especially coming out of Benjy’s bloody mouth.

“Were you now?” He hardly even noticed Sirius watching him with an amused smile.

“Yeah, we were.” Benjy shot Remus a glare, and Remus practically wanted to hex that look off his face. “So, Sirius, if you’re free-“

“I’m not.” Sirius cut him off without hesitating, eyes fixed on Remus. Benjy frowned, caught off guard by the sudden rejection.

“Oh, okay, maybe another time then?”

“I’m good. Thanks.”

“R-right, okay.” He walked away, slightly stunned, the two of them watching him walk away, before Sirius dropped his voice to a whisper.

“Jealous?” Remus couldn’t waste another minute.

“I want to be your boyfriend.” He said quickly, as Sirius arched an eyebrow, surprised. Still, Remus kept going, undeterred. “I know we said we’d just go on a few dates casually, no commitment or anything, but I- I want to be able to hold your hand in the Great Hall, without worrying that it wasn’t part of… whatever this is. I want to be able to call you my boyfriend, and I don’t- I don’t want to have to worry about pricks like Benjy dragging you off to the astronomy tower.”

“Benjy wishes.” Sirius muttered with a sly smile. “So… are you asking me out? Officially?”

“I guess so. If you want to, anyway.”

“If? I’m yours, Moony.”

Theirs eyes met half a second before their lips did, suddenly oblivious to the packed common room. Remus’ hand cupped Sirius’ cheek, as what had started as a small, chaste kiss deepened pretty quickly, becoming the kind of kiss that made Remus go weak at the knees, overwhelmed by the taste of peppermint on his tongue that was just so undeniably Sirius.

Remus went to pull away after a moment, lips barely separating before until a hand gripped the front of his jumper, pulling an all too willing Remus back in for half a second.

“Sorry, just didn’t want it to end.” Sirius whispered, breath ghosting across Remus’ face.

“Don’t apologise.” Remus’ brain was malfunctioning, really, hardly even getting those two words out.

All he could think about was that Sirius was stood in front of him, and Sirius was his.

No more anxiety, no more awkwardness, no more uncertainty.

It was definitely too soon to say anything to Sirius, but he knew, deep down, that Sirius was it for him. Sirius was his heart, his soul, his everything.

(I got really carried away with the novelty of the flirting so ignore how little of the oneshot is the actual kiss I swear the other one will be more dedicated to the kiss.)

#sirius black #wolfstar #marauders #young marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #wolfstar oneshot #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot #wolfstar hc #james potter #Benjy Fenwick was just shooting his shot yall #like I’m aroace but it’s fair enough #Remus and Sirius are soulmates #your honour i love them

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Past and Present

(WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC, so, if you dislike that or tickles in general, I’d suggest scrolling. Thank you!

(A/N: SO. Villainous, amazing show. One of my favorites, however I’m pretty new to it so I’m not the best at writing the characters just yet. So this is one of like, 2 or 3 times I’ve actually written for it? And the other two I’m not proud of so this is good enough for me. So, hopefully it’s enjoyable! And Ngl, this has been sitting in the drafts for a few days because I was kinda scared to post it, sooo, I’m finally just gonna post it and hope for the best. Also! This fic is Lee!Flug and Ler!Demencia over all, though the roles swap briefly at the end, along with there being a little flashback. But anyways. Feel free to send requests about it or just ramble with me about it. Hopefully you enjoy!)

(Summary: Demencia, out of boredom and a need to mess with Flug, launches a little tickle attack on him, which reminds the doctor of some fond memories from the past.)

A day like any other, Blackhat sending off orders to Doctor Kenning Flugslys, 505 cleaning around all areas and quarters other than Blackhat’s quarters, Demencia doing… whatever she does, but let’s focus in on Doctor Kenning Flugslys, or rather, as he’s most known by, Dr. Flug.

Why just Dr. Flug instead of Flugslys? Well, let’s just say the man who most often wore a bag knew that most people pronounced his name wrong, so he can’t be bothered to constantly correct people, so he keeps it as short as possible. He could’ve used his first name, buttttt he didn’t like that either. A certain someone (cough cough, Demencia.) would call him Ken… too similar to the Barbie doll Ken for his taste.

But besides that little tangent, he was in his laboratory close by to his bedroom, attempting to concept works for devices he was asked to make, and he was currently focused in on his work, relaying every detail he could down to the actual thickness and thinning of the lines in his base concept sketch, following by beginning to write small notes around it.

However, this day was going to turn out just a little different than Flug expects.

How so you may ask? Well, there’s a certain human reptile slithering her way throughout the vents, managing to crawl into the laboratory and all throughout it into the doctor’s room. The doctor’s room was neat and precise as expected. Not that she cared too much about that, she didn’t give a damn about that frankly.

What she did care about is that the doctor wasn’t present, aka, her little plan of action was still in action and not cut short, hell yeah! Demencia did a small fist pump to the air out of her own excitement before continuing to quietly slither and sneak out of Flug’s room and right into the current room he was researching and working in.

Awww, he was so unexpecting. How perfect.

With the doctor distracted, it made it easy to slip right behind him. Flug, despite all odds, lifted his eyes away from his paper to right in front of him, somehow having a sixth sense he wasn’t alone, like someone was in the room with him. Surely not… but Flug tried to finish the note he was writing before his premonition sparked so he could look around afterwards, he didn’t wish to break his train of thought.

So, the doctor wrote as following, ‘Make sure to keep the model sleek and be sure to keep in mind-‘

“EeEEK!!” The Doctor screamed a tad in fear considering the fact he was pulled backwards, his chair going back right with him to fall, but the lizardish woman caught the chair before hitting the ground, saving the doctor while scaring the piss out of him. Demencia was just giggling away like she didn’t take 5 years off of his life with that scare, which Flug tried to straighten himself up and go into his little yelling mode in an attempt to scold her.

“Demencia! How many times have I-“ “Can it, nerd! You were sooo distracted! And I’m bored!” Flug huffed in frustration at the excuse, especially since his writing (which already was sloppy) had trailed off his page because his hand spazzed in surprise thanks to her, but he took a moment to think back since it reminded him of something.

Way back in his highschool years, a certain gal who had well managed pink hair would often do such things similar to get his attention, like scare him to get his attention. And when he would question why she’d do it, it was for his attention as previously stated.

Ah memories. There was one time she did that because she needed assistance with studying since she’d lack to do so the nights leading up to the assignment. Of course he’d refuse to just cough up the answers since according to him, it was very inefficient and she should’ve put more effort into studies instead of going to bug him for answers.

So, since he would refuse, said gal would turn to other methods. Like…

His train of thought was cut short because of how those memories never failed to fluster him. However, the small blush creeping on his neck was beginning to happen. Shit. “Well, maybe you should-“ “bug you!” Demencia finished his sentence for him, causing more frustration to come from the doctor staring up at her.

“No! Make your own entertainment like using the TV? Playing with 505?” “Sooo, I’ll make my own entertainment by messing with you!” He’s getting nowhere with this.

“Ugh. Whatever Demencia.” He mumbled, crossing his arms to be all defensive over it. “Hehehe! At least admit it was a good scare!” “It was nothing of the sort!” “But you got all scared, doc!” Demencia added more expression into her movements, her hands going claw shaped as she raised them over Flug.

That again reminded him of those ‘other methods’ the gal would use, the claw shaped hands, the wiggling fingers that followed and the teases that came before the storm. The ones that would be said as she’d request the answers ‘or else’ she’d do it. Cecilia, oh Cecilia, by god she knew how the hell to drive him up the wall.

“…Flug?”

Oh, yeah, he was still with Demencia. “Hm?” “What’s with your neck?” Flug paused to remind himself, thanks to the flustering memories, his neck and face was going a little pink. “…Uhmmm, it’s uh-“ Shit. THINK OF AN EXCUSE! MAYDAY! MAYDAY!

“I’m just uh- very hot! Whew it’s heating up here! I tell you these lab coats don’t help either!” He spoke very quickly while trying to say his excuse, geez he was a horrible liar when it came to those close to him. Demencia however huffed at this, her brow raising with her expression that truly showed she knew he was lying. Hell, it was hardly lying with how horrible he was at it.

“You’re a horrible liar, nerd! Spill! What’s going on?!” Demencia pried at Flug for the truth, Flug looked side to side before shaking his head. “No! There’s nothing to spill!” A little more convincing, but still horrible. “Liar!” Demencia racked her brain for a moment, claws… hovering way over him.

So, in a pathetic attempt to figure it out, Demencia did the same thing again, this time instead of her claw shaped hands being all the way up, it was closer to the doctor’s torso but still mostly above it and away from it. This provoked him to tense up, if she finds out, she’ll destroy him to no end. “D-Demencia! Please! It’s n-nothing!” “Then cough it up!” “No!” This was going nowhere for Flug, however, Demencia was slowly becoming wise.

She lowered her hands lower and lower to his torso, all while Flug tried to stay perfectly still to not give away anything as he squeezed his eyes shut, quite nervous and getting flustered at the mere thought.

There’s a moment of silence. What? Demencia usually wouldn’t go so quiet, if anything she should be asking more questions! Flug slowly opened one of his eyes, trying to look at Demencia.

“D-DeEHEHE- NOHOHO! NONONONO! NOHOhohHOHOT THIHIHIS!” Flug was already laughing away, the surprise attack going through any resistance of his as his back arched before flopping right back on the ground. His tummy always was a sweet spot. Which, Demencia had a big chaotic grin on her face that was only growing. “This? This is what’s making you all red?! Really?!”

Oh dear god, the teasing already?!

“NOHOHO! PLEHEHEE- NAHAHA- NOHOHOT THE NAVEL!” Demencia made sure to keep him on his toes with her attacks so they were all the worse. Flug ended up thrashing side to side and out of the chair he’d previously fell with, going and laying down, his tummy to the floor to stop the tickles there. “Ehehe….ehee…” Flug had leftover giggles since the tickles had stopped, burying his face into the floor and his arms.

However, once he felt himself getting straddled, he began to start trying to squirm again. “Nohohooo… Demencia pleheease!” “Hmmm, nope! I wanna know why it makes you all flustered! Soo spit it out or else!” Oh hell no- “Demehencia! Do not! No! Don’t even!” Kenning tried to scold the chaos driven girl in order to get her to not do so. But if anything, his refusal to say why it made him all giddy and flustered determined her even more.

So while Flug tried to scold, his lab coat was flipped over his baghead, covering his vision other than the dimmed light showing through the whiteness of his coat. “Hey! That’s uncahAhHAAhalled fohohor-!” The simple finger slide up the back worked well too, not that any spot didn’t at this point.

“Pff- wow Flug! You’re just a ticklish mess!” He groaned in embarrassment upon the reminder. “Actually, I think I should call youuu…” she paused to think, even doing the ‘hmmm’ sound to think. “Giggle bag!” “Eh?! You will n-“ He cut himself off as Demencia got off him.

“Eh?-“ he looked up at her, raising a brow, quite confused. “Is that all?-“ wait- wrong wording! “I-I mean! Not like that! I don’t need more!” He scrambled to correct himself as Demencia laughed at that, quite entertained. “Hahaha! Don’t tell me you want mor-“

“More isn’t necessary, Demencia.”

There’s the boss himself, sparking fear within Flug and excitement within Demencia. “S-Sir!-“ “My Lord!” Demencia immediately shouted, beaming with energy upon the sight of the refined and fancily dressed demon as Flug was practically scrambling to his feet.

Blackhat however seemed unamused at the two, glaring down Demencia. “You dare distract the doctor while working?” He said, clearly here to scold, she didn’t even care much about that and skipped right over to him. “A little, but that doesn’t-“ “Demencia.” He cut her off, his glare piercing through her, causing her to gasp slightly as she looked at him.

Blackhat kept the cold stare, gesturing to the door for her to get out of the room, which she begrudgingly did so. “…Now. Doctor.” Flug squeaked in surprise as the boss approached him. “I-I swear I tried to get her to stop, S-Sir Blackhat!” Blackhat rolled his eyes, his cane in hand. “Don’t act as if you pushed her away, you didn’t even try!”

Wait. He saw the whole thing? And didn't stop it sooner? How else would he know that he didn’t push away.

Flug however wasn’t gonna dance with the devil, so he just hung his head, staring at the floor. He was at a loss for words before Blackhat scoffed. “Head up, Doctor. Now, do me a favor and get back to work!” He demanded, using his cane to gently push Flug back over to his desk before gently elbowing the doctor in the ribs, causing a squeak. It sorta stung but also surprisingly tickled.

“… that tickled, didn’t it?” Blackhat said in a disappointed tone, not at Flug, but rather himself as if he just tried to tickle him intentionally. Flug gave a shy nod as he rubbed the rib, trying to ease the sting it caused after the sensation, causing the demon to groan and facepalm. “Get back to work.” He ordered before walking out of the room, grumbling to himself in frustration and slight anger the nudge to Flug’s side was somehow a tickly feeling.

Flug let out a sigh of relief before putting his chair right back up, pulling it out to sit on it to go back to work.

“EeeEHEHEAHA! WAHAHAIT!” Flug thrashed his hips away from the tickly hands, turning himself around to see Demencia. “That should’ve been me!” “Wh-Whahat?!” “That tickle jab thingie! It should’ve been me!” She voiced her major anger/frustration. So. Demencia grabbed him right by his hips, causing Flug to be extra squirmy, pleading for mercy and rapidly apologizing as he was picked up and put into his bed, getting his legs sat on.

“Pleeeease! Pleheheaseee! I’m sohohorry!” Flug was in a fit of nervous giggles before Demencia mercilessly dug her hands into the hollows of his hips, causing a shriek followed by high pitched squealing and even higher pitched laughter. “NAHAHA! I'M SOHOHOHORRY! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!” He apologized a bunch, Demencia refusing to let up. “I don’t care! You deserve this for stealing what should’ve been mine!”

“IHIHIT WAS JUHUHUST A LIHIHIHITTLE TIHIH- THIHIHI- TIHIHICKLE! PleHEHEHease HAVE MEHEHEHERCY!” “No matter if it was bunches or just a little one, it still should’ve been mine!” Mercy isn’t going to exist in this case.

But… this felt eerily familiar… didn't it?

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“P-PLEHEHEASE! CECILIA! NOHOHO!” “Giveeee me those test answers Fluggy!” “NOHOHohoh! I cahAHAHAN’T!” Cecilia, soon to be Miss Heed, had her major doubts about his answers thus far. “Awww! But you can! Unless you just want more and more tickles!” She teased, causing Flug’s face to heat up as he laughed freely.

“I DOHOHOHON’T! I PROHOHOMISE I Dohohon’t!” “And yet, here you are! Refusing to give up the test answers! I really wanna keep tickling you to pieces Fluggy, I’m sure you definitely want me to as well, but I still need those answers!”

“I- I dohoHOHO NOT- PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! NOHOHOT THE HIPS! YOUR NAHAHAILS!” Flug was in hysterics, squirming side to side to try and get the tickles to stop despite Cecilia being correct. “Hm? Oh! My nails! I just got them done and everything, aren’t you lucky?” That was replied to with a shake of Flug’s head.

“No? You aren’t? But you’re loving the tickles! Just admit itttt!” “I'M NOHOHOHOT!” With that, Cecilia stopped the tickles, causing the soon to be doctor to catch his breath, looking at her. “E-Ehehe?” “What? Why so confused?” Flug ended up flustered, but managed to mumble an answer. “Wh-why did you… you know…”

“Stop you mean?” Replied to by a nod. “Well, clearly if you aren’t loving the tickles, you shouldn’t need them, nor care.” “T-That isn’t what I-“ “It isn’t what you what?” This was embarrassing to no end, his face going red by his point, luckily he still kept his face hidden from view mostly. He really liked the bonding experience and just being able to laugh… especially with her, but…

“Well?” “It isn’t… it isn’t what I meant.” He finally vocalized his thoughts despite how flushed his face was, which he got a ‘awww’ from her in response as he huffed. “Welllll, I’m glad! It’s adorable tickling you to bits! Especially considering you’re supposed to be here to become a villain.” She reminded him so he’d get even more adorably flustered.

“Mmm…” he crossed his arms, whining before sighing, turning his head back to her. “If I give you the answers… could you just… you know.” She flashed a smile at him, quickly hugging him. “Thank you!” The nerdy man gently hugged her back, a small smile on his face. “Mhm. But please, you should study more.” “I know I know.”

Cecilia chuckled before checking her phone upon getting a notification about Goldheart, her attention being stolen by the hero rather than going to Flug, much to his disappointment. After a minute passed, he ended up getting up, knowing it was pointless to even try and take her attention off of the one she’s recently started to admire…for some reason, I mean, he wasn’t even that great- but anyways. He knew it was pointless.

“Now wait just a minute!” “aAAaah!” Flug was pulled right back down into her lap. “I’m not done with you just yet, Villain.” “E-Eh?” “Where.” “Where what?” “Where are the test answers?!” “I- Cecilia! I’m not playing this pretend game!” “Who’s this ‘Cecilia’ you villain?! I only know test answers!” She said dramatically, squeezing at his hips, causing his little shrieks and squeals to start again.

“Where are the answers!?” “CECILIA!” “Whooo?” “PFF-EHAHAH! I'LL NEHEHEVER TELL YOHOHOU! I DOHOHON’T CONVERSE WIHIHITH HEHEHEROS!” “Much better! I mean, ahem. You shall! Or else!”

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Cecilia and Flug, what a duo they were, however, due to the slowly growing obsession of Cecilia’s, it’s a shame they wouldn’t get to be more. After all, it’ll all end with Miss Heed, formally Cecilia, to be locked away and the doctor to give his advice before leaving. Still. Even with the heartache, the memories are cherished by Flug, and luckily, it seems like Demencia will gladly make new memories like this with him. That’s all he can ask for…

Speaking of Demencia…

“DEHEHEMENCIA!” “Admit it! It should’ve been mine!” “IT SHOHOHOULDVE BEEN!” Demencia, upon realizing how easily he admitted that, decided to loop back around to the original goal. “Oh. Wellll then admit why this flusters you too!” “NEHEHEVER!” “Hmph! Thennn tickles forever! All until you’ll never stop giggling!” Demencia grinned, being evil about this, causing the doctor to gasp and shake his head to refuse.

“NOHOHO! NOHOHO MOHOHORE! I DOHOHON’T WANNA GIHIHIGGLE FOREVER!” He played into the drama, Demencia’s grin only growing as she took a breath, blowing a merciless raspberry right on his hip, causing Flug to practically scream, but still shriek over all.

“DEHEHEME- I- HEEHEHEHAHAH!” Flug was past the point now on forming sentences, just a ball of laughter before the tickles finally eased. “Now, are you gonna fess up?!” “Eheheha… heheh! Mhmhmh!” He giggled his ‘mhm’ out, finally catching his breath as he grabbed Demencia by her shoulders to pull himself up, only for his head to fall in her lap.

“Pff- come on! Just cough it up before I do it again!” Demencia made her claw hands to playfully threaten him, causing Flug to hold his hands out in front of him. “Okahay! Okay!” Flug giggled before sighing in relief.

“It’s juhust… I can’t explain it.” “Eh?! You what?!” Demencia was in slight disbelief since Flug’s logic usually never failed. “I can’t! I promise! It's just… I dunno… it makes me kinda happy and leaves me in a positive mood…?” He was at a loss of words.

“Hmph! Boring!” “I’m being honest! It isn’t my favorite thing ever! It’s just flustering!” He huffed. “Think about it! You’re the one always poking at me a bunch! Why do that?”

After a moment of silence, Demencia did exactly that by poking his tummy, causing his squeak of surprise. “Nonono! Do not!” Flug poked her right back, before squeezing her thigh just once, causing a squeal. Thennn Flug just sat up and pulled her over to continuously squeeze at her thighs, causing her to break into small bursts of laughter, along with squealing and occasional shrieks.

“FLUHUHUG! DOHOHON’T DO IT BAHAHACK! STOHOP!” “Nope! You didn’t stop so fast. Tell me how this makes you feel!” He became stubborn. “You’re gonna understand why it’s flustering and makes people all happy, well, unless the big strong wrestler can’t take some tickles.”

With a slight pink tinted face, Demencia decided to take him on. “I CAHAHAN UNLIKE YOHOHOU! MEHEHEANIE!” “I am not a- you know what? That’s it!”

Needless to say, those two were gonna be having some fun with challenges and squabbling about things. It all makes for a fun time and a bonding moment, and frankly, that’s what they’ll both like about it.

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needlewind · 2 years

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I’m bored as all hell so send in some warrior cats writing requests plz

Here’s some general rules:

No direct incest. This is Warriors so sometimes it’s unavoidable but anything direct (parent/child) (sibling/sibling) (cousin/cousin) (aunt/nephew) etc. Is a no go.

Pg 13 at most. These are cats and I’m a minor, nothing besides basic romance. And because I’m a Squeamish person keep gore to a minimum.

Age gaps are complicated. There are some I’m completely fine with (Ferndust, mothpool, jaybriar, longfire) and others I refuse to touch (firetiger, thornblossom) feel free to send any in and if I don’t like it I’ll just write something platonic instead

No Ocs or hypokits or essentially any cats that aren’t canon.

Anything disregarding the above is chill. Romance, platonic, I don’t really care. I’m a big multishipper and I’m cool with just about anything. Just keep in mind it’s been a long time since I’ve read the books and I’ve only read up to half of oots so I don’t know much about newer cats.

I’m also good with au’s! Feel free to ask for my barn or human au, or send in an au of your own!

Feel free to send as many as you like! Please, I implore you to absolutely fill my inbox. I can’t promise to get to them all right away but I’m always looking for more ideas to write when I’m bored.

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hakkais-hoe · 2 years

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So I have an idea...

What if Bontens Aggressive S/O is mostly aggressive because she's so damn Sexually Frustrated all the time but doesn't wanna admit it? Lol not a request btw but feel free to write something if ya want, don't think any of us are gonna complain on this one 😏

Lord she’d be one of them bitches that’s like “fuck you I don’t need anything from you” to her man but then they’d catch her in a dark room later on trying on some pretty little lingerie to seduce em 💀💀

Let’s do some of my current favourites😭

Okay so I might have veered off for the Ran one cos I think he’d be really cheeky n not touch his s/o for days at a time sexually just to make them want him more. <_< he’s a hoe

Age rating: 18+ mdni!!

Characters: Ran, Sanzu and a nice one off Takeomi

Warnings: vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, Rans a simp I don’t make the rules, exhibitionism in Takeomis one, kinda toxic relationships, Sanzu may seem a bit non-con but it’s not!!, oral relieving.

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Takeomi

“I hate you so fucking much! How could you ignore me for a while fucking day you pathetic old fucking man!” Your snarls and shouts pierce through the bored and fully uninterested mans ears, and for that matter through the rest of the bonten execs ears too.

“Y/n be quiet… I’ll deal with you when we get home you have one fuckin hour left…” Takeomi grumbles past the cigarette hanging from his mouth, he stares past your framing frame to look straight at the documents being passed to him by Kokonoi.

“Uh… you can head out now if you need to Takeomi.” Ran mutters awkwardly from the other side of the room desperately trying not to make eye contact with you.

Before he can even reply a life is launched from across the room into the side of the chair behind his head, yet once again he still doesn’t react he merely glances at you above the paper with a scowl.

“Get the fuck up now or we’re done you sad fucking excuse of a man!” You screech from the other side of the table, fury blazing in your eyes at his unbothered aura.

“Jesus. Alright woman I’m done get your fucking bags and get your pretty little self in the car.” Takeomi hums moving to pass the documents back and get ready to leave. You practically sprint out before he can even leave the meeting room.

“What’s she on? I wanna avoid whatever she’s taking…” Sanzu mutters staring wise eyed out of the door, mutters of agreement pass around the room.

“Hun? She’s not on ought she’s just fuckin horny as hell. I didn’t fuck her for one bloody day n’ she's gone psycho… how sexy is that.” Takeomi grins knowing you like the back of his hand, he winks at the others before waltzing out to find you impatiently waiting at the car, a bright blush on your cheeks.

“What baby can’t even wait till we get home hmm?” His body is pressing you flush against the car from behind, the homely tobacco sent washes over you and sends a shock straight down to your heat.

“I- I Take… please… let’s just- in the car… please?” You stumble over your words, face flushed, mouth suddenly dry beyond belief yet panties now soaked from the feel of him against you and the melodic growl in his deep voice.

“Shhh now pretty baby… you gotta apologise first, you did call me a pathetic old man after all… how mean.” His deep horsed voice is smooth and welcoming to your senses, it sends a burning shock through your whole body lighting the fuse of your arousal perfectly.

“Take~ m’ sorry won’t call you old anymore… just need ya now.” Your keen sets a spark in him easily, the whine and need is evident enough in your voice to set of the man.

With a deep groan he presses his clothed erection to the fat of your behind, seamlessly erasing what was left of the small space between your aching bodies. The feeling of his familiar ample girth pressing into the cleft of your arse is enough to have you grinding gently back onto him with a shallow whine from parred lips.

Large hands come to rest on your stomach and neck to form his hold on you, the one of your stomach spreads out effortlessly causing heat to seep into already scorching skin, the one in your neck provides a gentle squeeze and a pull so he can tilt your face into a searing passion filled kiss.

The grind of his dick against your now angled behind is enough to drive both of you mad, and before long he’s panting and framing unit your hair like a man on the edge, not that your far behind with the moans and whines of his name.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Pull ya panties n that down baby wanna cum in that pretty little cunt.” His voice leaves no room for argument or question it’s commanding and strong just how you like it, causing you to mindlessly and messily yank down the bottom half of your clothing to expose your dripping pussy to his awestruck eyes.

“Fuck you look good enough to eat~ Ya ready baby?”

Ran

“Aweee baby did you come to get your beloved boyfriend from work??” Rans loud coo has the rest of the men looking to the doorway, where a less than pleased looking you stands, eyes ablaze and set on own man alone.

“Uh yeh not sure she looks like she’s come to pick you up mate…” Mochi mutters whole side eyeing the deluded man.

“Think you need ya head checked bro.” Sanzu sings from the couch in the corner with a laugh.

“Ran mother fucking Haitani get your selfish grasshopper looking mother fucking ugly ass self in your office now before I stick a knife in your side.” You’re tone is deadly and leaves no room for an argument from the now sheepish and lightly offended looking man, who then diligently follows behind you and shuts his office door.

“Doll? What’s the matter? Did I do something? Oh wait is this about the pudding in the fridge? It was Rin I swear!” Ran rattles on throwing looking very uncomfortable at the thought of you being mad.

Your face blows red at his stupid remarks, but all you can think about is the way his dick looks in the slacks he’s wearing, the outline sits perfectly in the material. The thought of taking him in your mouth is all the floods your brain, it’s all you’ve been able to think about for days.

It’s not like he’s starved you of sex but it’s still been three days since he’s actually made an effort to fuck you. You’d never tell him but the fear that he might not be interested is what’s spurring the sudden confidence to get him to fuck you on.

“Yeh there’s something fucking wrong! I’m fucking pissed off can’t even concentrate I’m that fucking horny! Just get over here and fuck me already.” You’re words are pure music to his ears, truthfully he didn’t think he could last much longer with the teasing.

He lets out a kid cocky laugh before stalking towards you like a predator after it’s prey, his king languid strides and teeth baring grin are enough to show you exactly what’s to come.

“Awe is my poor baby frustrated? Does she need my cock that badly? Maybe you should beg for it pretty baby~” His voice mocking and almost degrading, pared with the way he towers over you and cages you against his desk, it’s enough to have have a pool forming in your underwear and your thighs squeezing together in an attempt at relief. You bite your lip defiantly.

“No no no no no! Don’t be naught baby~ That’s for me to take care of after you beg me to touch that pretty little pussy~ and say your sorry for callin me ugly.” He’s mocking you again but you can hear the unwavering desire behind his voice and in his amethyst eyes.

“Rannn I didn’t mean it! Just want you to fuck me please! Just make a mess of me! Please please I need you so bad!” You cave and wail at him while grabbing at his once neat shirt. His grin is immediate, as are the hands that pull your panties free if your legs and expose your heat to the cold room.

“Fuckkkk~ look how pretty and wet she is for me… glad I’m hungry~” Ran purrs before dropping to his knees in front of you can motioning for you to lean on his desk and spread your legs.

He hooks your shins over his broad shoulders before smiling up at you gently.

“I love you so much baby, and I love this pussy too~” are his last words before he licks his lips and dives in like a starved beast devouring its favourite meal.

Sanzu

You’d spent all day in a screaming match with the druggy that you somehow love. A usual day to be honest, so now you’re stood in your room alone, sexually frustrated and in need of a break. The new lingerie that you had been gifted but Haru is laying lifelessly on the bed behind you just waiting to be put on after you finish with your skin routine.

With the pretty pink (to match his hair) lingerie adorning your body perfectly you stand to admire its perfection for a while in the mirror, a lightly smile crosses your face when you think about how much he’d love to see it on you, not that your planning to show him because you’re still pissed about earlier that day.

A loud wolf whistle echoes around the room causing your to spin around frantically.

“Wow not the welcome I was expecting but definitely the one I prefer~ Don’t you look amazing sweets? God my pretty baby looks cute in pink!” Sanzu coos from his position leaning ok the doorframe with a lazy grin at you, shirt sleeve rolled up to show his bonten tattoo and faded scratches from your last escapade.

Heat floods your face at the realisation that you’ve been caught trying on something he bought you. You huff and turn away. Big mistake, within seconds he’s got you pressed against him one hand holds you to him while the other delves straight into the lingerie to cup your bare pussy roughly. His Cheshire Cat grin shows from his heads feasting place on your shoulder, you can see every movement form the mirror in front of you.

“Damn sweets your sexy as fuck! Look how good you look all pressed against me with my fingers in your pussy already, so wet for me huh?” He purrs mockingly into your neck, teeth grazing against the soft vulnerable skin there.

Without much warning two fingers plunge deep within your right walls his thumb comes to rub gentle tight circles in your clit, he knows exactly how you like it. Haru shifts his body so his erection can press into the flesh of your arse, he whines and groans but never takes his eyes off you in the mirror, he watches his you writhe, squirm and moan from his place behind you.

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These ain’t even full smuts but 😮‍💨

Taglist: @loonashadow @honeybachira @bontensbabygirl @roppongiperfume @soushswag @wakasagurl @reiners-milkbiddies @sunahyejin @haitink

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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Cum and Cookie Dough

Synopsis: Late night sloppy and sweet encounters.

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(Not my Gif)

Your phone brought you out of your sleep, its constant buzz for the past few minutes on your night stand, reaching out. The first thing you saw was the time, in big white text it said '3 A.M.' Below that was the contact photo of your boyfriend. You swiped across, answering the call and bringing it up to your ear.

"Why are you calling at 3 a.m?" You groaned, scrubbing a fist into your eye to try and remove the sleepy fog.

"Can I come over?" Cals shockingly perky voice responded.

"I mean, I guess, I'm fucking tired though, and I look terrible, why do you wanna come over?"

"I just wanna see my baby, is that illegal? And I'm sure you look stunning" You mumbled a no in response to the first question, although it was rhetorical, a blush spreading on your cheeks at the compliment. You listened to the silence before You heard a door click closed in the background of the call, alerting you to the fact that he was already getting in his car. "Can we bake cookies?"

"Sure, I'll get the stuff ready" you mumbled, pulling back the covers and shaking your head, trying to wake yourself up. "I'll see you when you get here, love you, bubba" you hummed

"I love you too, Bubbaloo" he responded in a sing-song voice before hanging up.

Your bare feet slid against the cool hard wood, sending a shiver up your body causing goosebumps to spread on your skin, you suddenly missed the comfort of your bed but you were excited to see your boy in a couple minutes.

Stepping into your kitchen you opened the cabinets, grabbing the ingredients for gooey chocolate chip cookies and setting them out on the counter and setting the oven to preheat. You put the kettle on to boil, digging through your cabinets to find your most caffeinated tea, knowing how Cal was and that you were not going to sleep for a long time. As you waited for the water to boil you started to doze off where you stood.

The click off of the kettle brings you back to the world, tearing the tea sachet open and putting it in the cup, pouring the boiling water over it tugging on the tab, watching as the water changed to a darker color as it sloshed softly at the side of the mug.

The sound of knuckles on wood made its way to your ears, shaking your head to perk yourself up again as you reached to the door handle, flipping the lock and opening the door, on the other side stood your boyfriend, loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a plain black tee shirt gracing his toned torso. You were wearing one of his shirts that you had stolen months ago and a small pair of sleep shorts, nothing underneath either piece. His soft chocolate eyes drank in your appearance before stepping over the threshold and engulfing you in his muscular arms. His lips met yours messily, sleep evident in both your beings. He pulled back, breath fanning across your face, brushing the hair out of your eyes.

"I've never seen anything more beautiful," he mumbled making you smile and giggle softly holding him close. The oven beeps from the kitchen alerting you to the fact it was now preheated.

"Ooh, the oven is ready!" He spoke excitedly, pulling your hand and guiding you to the kitchen.

"Here is the recipe," you giggled at his childlike demeanor, handing him the cookbook that you had set out earlier. The two of you began to bake, you chose to measure the ingredients because you didn’t trust him to do it right and him sifting them altogether in the bowl. When it came time to mix the wet ingredients in with the dry you put your hands in the bowl as Cal chose to stand behind you, hands slipping under your shirt and cupping your breasts as you worked. You moaned softly at his cold rings on your hot flesh, but the moan got louder as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers, lips going to your neck and sucking gently at the skin, you knew that he was going to leave marks but you were enjoying it too much to tell him to stop. You felt his teeth scrape over the marks he had just made as you started to form the dough into balls and place them on the baking sheet.

“Cal” you groaned as his hand slid down your body and into the front of your short, dipping the calloused tips of his fingers into your rapidly dampening heat, he began to rub slow circles on your clit, your knees buckled under you as you gripped the counter, but Cal took your hand, sucking your fingers clean of all the cookie dough, his mouth was warm and wet, his teeth gently bumping into your knuckles, a slight pain rapidly soothed but the gentle suck of his mouth. You imagined it must be how his cock feels in your mouth. He took your fingers from your mouth, his lips returning to your neck, biting your earlobe.

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum on nothing as my fingers grind your clit, let it drip down your leg?”

“Fuck, Cal!” you screamed, as he ground his bulge into your ass, sucking harshly on your sweet spot and moving faster against your clit, your orgasm rapidly building. “Cal, more” you needed just a little more to send you over the edge and he immediately obliged, his free hand sneaking back underneath your shirt and tuggin on your nippled, rolling it between his fingertips and that was it for you, you came with a scream, your fingers gripping on to the counter as your legs shook, Cals hand between your thighs held you up as your legs couldn’t. Your abs clenched, body lurching slightly forward as his rough fingers kept you at a high for longer than you thought you could.

“Cal, fuck, Cal” you spat out as you finally came down from your high, your breath coming in pants. Cal took his fingers from your pussy, they glistened with arousal in the low kitchen light, catching your eye, you watched his movements intensely. He reached for the cookie dough bowl, scooping the final bit of leftover dough onto his two fingers and splitting them apart, cum and cookie dough on each finger. He brought one finger to his own mouth, sucking it clean and releasing a satisfied noise before offering you his other finger which you gladly accepted. It tasted of chocolate and sugar but there was the slight tang of your cum mixed in with the uncooked ingredients.

You turned around in Cal’s arms, looking him in the eye as you felt his dick press against you, you felt the need to have him, nearly insatiable, the way his pubes tickled the tip of your nose and how soft he felt in your mouth. You held up a finger, signalling him to give you a moment as you slipped from his grasp. Grabbing the baking sheets and placing them in the intensely hot oven before turning back to your wonderfully horny boyfriend who had jumped up and was now sitting on the counter, legs spread and bulge evident as his eyes devoured every inch of you, the rapidly darkening marks on your neck that he had given you, the glisten on your thighs from where you had began to drip, god it all made him want you more. You positioned yourself between his thighs, nails scraping along his sweatpants covered thighs as you got nearer his cock. You looked up at him from between his thighs, eyeing his lip caught between his teeth, holding in moans that built in his throat. You stood up, his face covered with confusion as you tugged his lip from between his teeth.

“I wanna hear you moan, baby” you whisper, your eyes boring into his, leaning in to kiss him gently, eyelids fluttering closed as your lips meet. “Never hold back again, okay?” you hum as you fell back down so you were mouth level with his cock. You felt the heat radiating off of the warm ove, the cookies baking inside releasing a delicious smell but all you could think about was Cals cock in your mouth. You ran your hand over his bulge, a small whimper coming from the back of his throat at the tender touch. You bit him gently through the cloth, eliciting a moan from him, encouraging you to do more. You reached for his waistband hooking your fingers and pulling down, letting his cock spring free in front of you. Reaching for his hard on, you traced a gentle line up one side, following the pattern of his veins before getting to the tip, you felt as he squirmed under your touch. Without warning you took him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before you went deeper, his tip touched the back of your throat causing you to gag, the sudden contraction of your throat around him made his hips buck upwards, cock going even further down your throat. Your fingernails dug into his hip bone as you saturated to bob your head up and down, his dick hitting the back of your throat with every downward movement.

“Fuck, Y/n you feel so good, so fucking good,” he moaned, his head falling back and hitting the cabinet, but he didn’t care, his fingers going through your hair. You felt him twitch against your tongue, alerting you to the fact that he was close to cumming. You pulled back, wiping the built up spit from around your lips and look at Calum through your eyelashes.

“I want you to cum in my pussy” you groaned.

“I want that as well” Calum hummed and just as he was slipping off the counter and grabbing your waist you jumped back.

“FUCK” you screamed making Cal freakout

“What? Are you okay? What happ-”

“The cookies!” you yell grabbing the oven mits and opening the oven, a cloud of smoke exiting the oven and tainting your vision. You reached in once you could see well enough and pulled the tray of charred treats out.

“Did you set it on fire?” Cal asked, trying to look over your shoulder.

“No, they aren’t on fire, they are just burnt to all hell,” you mumble, greatly disappointed at your failed baking endeavor, “Also it wouldn’t have just been me who set them on fire, this” you gestured between the both of you and then to the cookies “was a team effort.” Calum laughed as you set the cookies down, turning the oven off. His hands found your waist, squeezing your hips and pulling upwards signaling for you to jump, which you did.

“I can think of another team effort I want to do with you” he spoke, leaning into your lips.

“That wasn’t as hot as you thought it was but I love you anyway” you giggle, crashing your lips to his swollen pink ones. His hands on your ass, squeezing the supple flesh and holding you tight to his chest, he walked you both to your bedroom, never leaving from the fight between lips, teeth, and wandering hands.

The both of you fell onto the bed, Calum hovering over you as his lips stayed on yours, fingers slipping underneath the fabric of your shirt and pulling it up to just above your breast, as soon as the mounds of flesh were uncovered he ducked his head down and took a nipple into his mouth while you finished removing your shirt, as well as awkwardly wiggling out of your shorts, while treasuring the feeling of his lips sucking your pebbled nipples. He pulled back, taking in your naked state, his cock somehow getting even harder as he took in your swollen lips, dazed eyes, and hickey covered neck. He quickly removed his pants, leaving him in just his shirt and you couldn’t help but think of Winnie to Pooh, you giggled as his eyes looked at you to as if he was asking what was funny but instead of answering you stuck your foot out, bunching the fabric between your toes and pulling upwards, effectively removing his shirt from his body.

“I didn’t know you could do that” he mumbled as he leaned down reattaching your lips with his.

“I am full of surprises” you mumbled against his full lips. You felt his cock press between your lips, the head teasing your entrance and a moan escaped your lips. His hips eased slowly till you were hip bone to hip bone, every inch of his cock sheathed inside of you, you could practically feel his cock pulsing against your walls as you clenched around him.

“Fuck, baby, so warm and wet,” he groaned against the shell of you ear as he drew his hips back before pushing forward and into you again. It almost felt like it was too much, how his skin felt slick with sweat as his body gilded against yours, how hot his breath felt, how your walls stretched around him as he pulled in and out of you. You felt like you were on fire, every nerve in your body aware of his gentle touch as he continued to thrust, a familiar heat developing in the bottom of your belly, right where it met his, where your gentle flesh touched. Your toes curled as you dragged your nails down Calum’s back.

His hands explored your body, running up and down, feeling every curve and bump of your soft body beneath him, there was exhaustion on your tongue and the faintest taste of cookie dough. He felt your nipples rub against his chest, their hardness tugging against his taught flesh as he felt muscles in his lower belly clench.

“Baby, I’m close” he hummed, continuing to thrust in and out of you, his rate picking up ever so slightly as he felt your pussy clench around him more rapidly.

“Cum with me, Cal,” you cried as you arched your back into his chest, your fingers tugging at the hair at the nape of Cal’s neck. You felt Cal cum within you, it felt warm and in an odd way comforting, you felt closer than you had ever been. After you had both rode out your highs Cal rolled off of you, both of you in silence as you caught your breath.

As you both lay exhausted in your bed, the smell of burnt cookies still wafting throughout your house but it mostly reeked of sex now. Reaching out you intertwined your hand with Calum’s, turning your head to look at him and finding him already looking at you.

“Hold my hand and don’t let go” he said in nearly a whisper, squeezing your fingers between his.

“I'm going to have to go to the bathroom at some point, Cal” you giggled, his face mocking extreme hurt.

“Why can’t you promise me forever?” he cried dramatically, pulling you into his chest and laying on leg over both of yours so you were fully engulfed in his embrace. You laughed at his dramatic antics, enjoying simply existing with him. His fingers traced up and down your back gently soothing you into a nearly asleep state.

“Baby,” Cal whispered into your hair and you hummed in response. “We have to get ready for bed” he reminded you, pulling you up into a sitting position. You nodded your head slightly before standing up, reaching out for Cal and he grabbed your hand standing with you. You stood in front of the mirror when the dark marks on your neck caught your eye.

“CAL!!” you shouted as you spun to look at him, your hand on your neck touching the tender flesh with the tips of your fingers.

“Yes babe?” he asked sheepishly, as though he didn’t know what you were talking about.

“How am I supposed to cover these up? There are so many of them and they are so dark!” You exclaimed, slightly exasperated but also very entertained.

“I'm sure you will figure out a way” he spoke, wrapping his arms around you, continuing to look at your reflection in the mirror.

“So when can I see you again?” he grinned at you through the mirror, you turned around to meet his gaze, raising your hand and covering his eyes with your palm.

“Right now.” you giggled as you pulled your hand away causing him to laugh at your childish antics. You finished brushing your teeth in silence, Calum using the toothbrush that he kept at yours, the occasional glance to one another making you both smile widely. Once you were both ready, you wandered back to your bed, the sun peeking from beneath the curtains as you finally settled down, falling asleep in each others arms right as the world began to wake up.

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Secrets // D.M.

Request: CONGRATS BOO!!! Could I get a Secret relationship with Fluff 4 for Draco Malfoy pretty please at Hogwarts??? Also I was wondering if it could be with a Hufflepuff reader? (I love Hufflepuff x Slytherin pairings) THANKS AGAIN FOR DOING THIS BOO AND CONGRATS 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛 - @herstory-study

Fluff 4: “Is that my shirt?”

A/N: The first of my blurb celebrations!! Thank you, lovely!! I hope you enjoy!! It could be argued that I got carried away but there’s a large chance I could end up writing full fics for each request 😂 Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Fem!Reader

Warnings: secret relationships, some kissing, some feelings, a whole lotta fluff, a cheesy ending and an abuse of commas and semi-colons

Word count: 2.7k

There were some aspects to History of Magic that could be classed as interesting; the witch-hunts of Salem, for example or even the brief study dedicated to the founders of the very school you sit in. However, there was nothing remotely interesting about hearing the tale of the Goblin wars for the sixth year in a row.

You tap the feather of your quill to your cheek; jotting down a sentence every now and then to make it look as if you are paying the strictest attention to whatever Professor Binns happens to be mumbling about in that particular moment. You fade in and out of daydreams; letting your mind wander back to two nights ago when Draco had snuck you back into the Hufflepuff common room – stopping every few so often to draw you into another laughter-filled kiss.

You startle when a piece of parchment falls onto your desk. Folded like a paper crane, you only knew who this could be from. A sly glance over the blonde-haired teenager who’s attention is most definitely on the pacing of Binn’s ghost confirms your suspicions.

You delicately unfold the piece of parchment; smiling to yourself as begin to read Draco’s elegant scrawl: “Meet me at the Room of Requirement? 7:30pm?”

Anticipation curls in your gut like a ball.

A brief glance is all it takes for you to confirm. A brief glance in your direction from Draco; a subtle nod from you and your plans for the evening have been wiped clear and replaced entirely with Draco.

The bell rings. You stand, gathering your things together and placing them in your bag. A slight brush to your side is the only contact with the Slytherin you’ve found yourself head over heels for. A slight brush to your side and it feels like every inch of you is on fire; a reaction that only Draco has the power to elicit from you.

The day passes by slowly now that you have something to look forward to. A day where short moments are stolen behind tapestries or on less traversed corridors. Five minutes each time between lessons where you can quickly whisper a hello before dragging him into a kiss by his green striped tie.

Keeping your relationship a secret was a mutual decision; the fallout on both sides being something neither of you could be bothered to deal with right now. Instead, you were happier hiding in empty classrooms where you could have your fill of the Slytherin Prince, and he could whisper sweet nothings in your ear without the risk of anyone overhearing.

There were times when it was stressful; when the week had been too long and there had been no time to see one another. It was only then that you questioned the secrecy of your relationship.

But when you came together after a long period apart; everything returned back to normal and a smile found its way back to both your faces.

Your excitement for the evening makes it almost impossible to eat; picking at the food on your plate as you think about finally seeing Draco tonight. From your position at the Hufflepuff table, you have an excellent view of him, and he knows it. All evening, Draco sends you subtle winks and smiles from his seat at the Slytherin table.

You clench your fist; your fingernails biting into the sensitive skin of your palm as you resist the urge to throw yourself across both tables to him. You resist the urge to simply kiss him in front of his housemates.

You resist it all; every single feeling and urge because you know that in a matter of hours, he would be yours for the entire night.

Instead, you send a flirty smile back to the blonde-haired teenager before returning your attention back to your meal.

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The Room of Requirement is located on left hand corridor of the Seventh Floor. You knew from how he rushed out of the Great Hall that Draco would beat you to it.

With a large grin on your face, you walk past the section of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy three times. The entire time, thinking of Draco and how you’d like to see him.

On your third walk past, the large, ornate door appears. You don’t hesitate to pull it open and duck inside.

It’s never a different layout; always the same one that Draco imagines. A large, almost cavernous room with a grand fireplace that’s already lit and warming up the room. In front of the fire sits a couch big enough for an entire Quidditch squad but you know from experience that it’s perfect for the two of you to lie down on comfortably. A great bookshelf covers one of the walls; filled to the brim with ancient looking tomes and books, all there ready to read. You’ve taken advantage of such an offer in the past; reading to Draco after a particularly bad day.

Finally, pushed up against the furthest wall is a four poster bed covered in a thick, downy quilt and topped with blankets – both green and yellow to represent both houses. It was the cheesiest section of the room, and you had brought it up to Draco before – teasing him, but he simply shrugged and distracted you from further conversation.

You throw your outer robes on the bed, leaving you in your blouse, tie and skirt.

Draco remains seated on the large couch; his gaze focused on the flickering flames of the growing fire. Your arms snake their way around his shoulders; your hands trailing down his chest as you lean against the back of the couch. Pressing a small kiss just under his earlobe, you whisper, “I missed you today.”

Draco leans his head back, kissing the side of your jaw, “I missed you too.”

Letting go of him, you take a seat on the couch. In times like this, you never stray too far from the blonde-haired teenager, worried about how long it’ll be until you have a night like this again. An arm opens for you; you automatically press yourself into his side, inhaling the familiar scent of cashmere musk and roses. It was heavenly.

“How was your day?” He asks, voice quiet.

“It was boring until a note landed on my desk. Then it started to look up.”

Draco smirks, “How odd. Mine was taking the exact same route until someone responded to my note.”

You shift out of his hold; resting your head on your elbow that’s perched on the back of the couch. Your other hand pushes his hair back; pulling it out his eyes. He’s grown it longer over this year and stopped using so much product; it’s nice, more natural and a lot easier for you to run your hands through.

You open your mouth; trying to think of something to say but nothing comes to mind.

It doesn’t matter anyway.

Draco captures your lips in his. One of his hands settling on the back of your head whilst the other pulls you across his lap to straddle him. You smile into the kiss as your hands brace themselves on the back of the couch.

Breaking the kiss, you ask, “What was that for?”

He shrugs, “Nothing. I just missed you.”

“You’re missing me an awful lot.”

He kisses the underside of your jaw, “Can you blame me?”

You hum, “I don’t think I can. I’m missing you more too.”

“Then let’s not miss each other anymore,” Draco murmurs against your skin. Lifting his head just enough, he draws you in for another kiss effectively ending all conversation for the night.

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You wake up tangled in the sheets of the four poster bed; Draco’s arm heavy across your waist.

As your eyes get used to the brightness of the room, they focus in on the clock on the beside table. Your eyes grow wide as you take in the time.

You’d slept through the lesson of the day already.

You launch yourself out of bed, shrugging off your pyjamas and rustling around to find your uniform.

“Draco!” You shout, pushing your arms through a shirt, “We need to get up, we’ve missed the first hour.”

Draco rolls over, groaning. Fastening your skirt, you kneel on the bed, “Love, we have to get up before the bell.”

He blinks his eyes open, grinning sleepily at you. Your resolve almost breaks then and there; happy to say to hell with it and get back into bed with him.

“I’m free second lesson,” Draco mutters.

You roll your eyes, kissing his lips briefly, “I’ll see you later?”

He nods, stretching his arms above his head, “I’ll see you later.”

Grabbing your outer robes and your bag, you rush from the Room of Requirement, fastening your tie as you bound down the stairs to Transfiguration.

“Where have you been?” is how you’re greeted by Miriam, your close friend and dorm mate.

You shrug, biting your lip knowing that there was no way you could lie yourself out of this.

Miriam narrows her eyes at you, “You never came back to the room after dinner and then you didn’t show up at breakfast. I was seriously worried. Where did you go?”

You look either side of you; checking that there’s no-one listening to your conversation, “Can you keep a secret?”

Miriam rolls her eyes, “Of course I can.”

“I was with Draco Malfoy,” You rush out in a single breath.

Miriam’s eyes widen and she pulls you to one side, “You were with Draco Malfoy? All night?”

You nod your head. Miriam puffs out a breath, “Well I didn’t expect that. How long have you been seeing each other? Tell me everything please!”

You laugh, “It’s almost ten months now, and I’ll tell you more at lunch, I promise.”

Miriam bites her bottom lip; glancing between you and the now open door to Transfiguration, deliberating whether it would be worth skiving the entire day to hear about your exploits with the Slytherin Prince.

She sighs heavily, deciding not to risk McGonagall’s wrath, “I want to hear everything at lunch – do not leave anything out, promise.”

Laughing once more, you cross your finger over your heart, “I promise.”

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Until lunch, Miriam sends you excited glances and knowing smiles. In between second and third period, she comments on the fact that she didn’t even think that you were seeing someone – not to insult you, but she just assumed that you holed yourself up in the library where you studied as late as you could.

Miriam practically bounces up to you when the bell rings announcing lunch. She keeps her questions to herself until you both take a seat at the Hufflepuff table, filling plates up with whatever took your fancy.

“So how did it start?”

You take a sip of pumpkin juice before beginning, “Over last summer, my family got invited to one of the many balls thrown by his parents. I don’t usually go to those things, but my parents asked me to join them this one time; I think they were worried because I’d spent too much time in the garden studying the plants. So I went with them and Draco’s father asked him to ask me to dance and it all stemmed from there.

“He sent me a letter the day after thanking me for an entertaining evening and wondered whether I would want to meet up again. I agreed and then from there it evolved into this.”

Miriam’s smile drops into a frown when she asks her next question, “Why keep it a secret? Was it his decision?”

You shake your head fiercely, “It was both ours. We were both equally as worried about the fallout from our families and our houses.”

“But surely if Lucius Malfoy asked Draco to dance with you, he wouldn’t mind?”

You tilt your head, thinking, “Perhaps not. He wouldn’t mind the blood status, but he might mind my being a Hufflepuff,” You shrug, “Anyway we haven’t gone public yet.”

“Ten months is a long time to keep this a secret.”

“It’s not like it hasn’t been hard and that there haven’t been times where I wanted to shout it to the entire wizarding world, but for now, it’s a secret.”

Miriam nods; the frown still expressed on her face. She reaches out her hand to yours, taking it tightly, “You’ve told me now though so that’s a shoulder to lean on should it get too much again.”

You beam at your friend, “Thank Merlin for you, Miriam.”

Miriam goes to reply but she’s distracted by someone approaching the Hufflepuff table. She lets go of your hand and nods her head to something behind you.

Turning in your seat, you find Draco patiently waiting. You smile at him, “Draco, how can I help?”

“I was hoping I could talk to you for a minute… about our last History of Magic lesson? You see, I didn’t take any notes and I was wondering if you had some.”

You smirk, “Why don’t we go outside? That way I’m not cluttering up the table for the others that are still eating.”

Draco grins, nodding at you understandingly, “Wonderful idea. Lead the way.”

Hoisting your bag on your shoulder, you send a wink in Miriam’s direction. She returns one with a laugh before beginning to eat once again.

Draco follows you from the Great Hall and to a less busy corridor. You lean against the wall with a smirk, “Now did you really want my notes, or did you already miss me?”

“More the latter than the former,” Draco admits with a small smile. He frowns though as he takes in your uniform, his eyes running up and down, “Is that my shirt?”

You look down at your clothing, only now realising that the shirt you had put on in a hurry this morning was indeed Draco’s. The arms being too long that you had to roll them twice before you could even start writing something.

You giggle, “I think it is.”

“I only wondered when I had to walk back to my common room shirtless.”

“No!” You shout, delighted at the thought of Draco running shirtless through the corridors.

Draco laughs, nodding, “I had my outer robes of course, but there was very little underneath.”

You clap your hands in sheer delight, “I’d give you back your shirt, but I’ve become awfully fond of it, you see.”

“Oh you have?”

Nodding, you say, “I have. It smells a lot like you which is great for when I miss you.”

Draco groans, throwing his head back, “If we weren’t in public, I’d be kissing you senseless right now. I didn’t realise how good you would look in my shirt.”

“Why don’t you?” You challenge.

Draco’s mouth drops open, “What?”

“Kiss me senseless.”

“Are you sure? We’ve kept this secret for so long,” Draco comments, a finger pointing between your two bodies.

You shuffle closer to him, “I’m sure. Ten months is long enough to keep you a secret, I’m happy to tell everyone now.”

Draco wraps you in his arms, not hesitating to kiss you. You gave yourself entirely to the kiss; pushing yourself off the wall and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your heart skips a beat when one of Draco’s hands starts to draw aimless patterns on the small of your back, sending heat rushing through your body. You sigh against his mouth before pulling away; repressing the urge to continue as the need for oxygen has become too great.

He presses one last gentle peck to your lips before grinning widely, “Are you really sure you want to go public?”

“Super sure. So sure in fact I’d make out with you again to prove my point.”

Draco raises an eyebrow, “Tempting but I say we go back to lunch. I think your friend had more questions.”

You grin at the thought of Miriam’s reaction to see you walking with Draco, “It sounds too good to pass up,” You hold your hand out to Draco, “Lead the way.”

It was all worth it when Miriam’s reaction to seeing you sit back down at the Hufflepuff table with Draco in tow was to spit out her pumpkin juice.

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