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littlestardude · 11 months

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⏤͟͟͞͞☆Dating Kyle HCs || Kyle Broflovski x Reader

✰ - SFW & NSFW - ✰

Summary: Kyle Bf HCs!

Note: I'm so in love with Kyle it's unreal, he's so pookie, college kiddos :)) also sorry for being SO slow with reqs :(( I unfortunately lose motivation very quickly, so by the time I start it by then end I'm just.,. Trudging thru 😔 I HAVE SOME KENJORINE I'VE BEEN TRYING TO GET OUT! BUT ARGHHHH, also some Stan bf headcanons

TW: Smut at the end

Gender: AFAB Gen!Neutral

✰ - SFW - ✰

I feel like sumtimes he'd be unintentionally possessive of you 😔

He can't help it, he feels like you're too perfect for him so he tries to keep you to himself

If you ever bring it up to him he'd feel rlly bad about it, and then tell you that

He's insecure, hold him :((

And when you do, tell him how pretty he is bcs

OMG HE'S SO PRETTY

He's literally the prettiest boy ever I'm gonna fucking sob

His curls are so vibrant, and coily and long, I could get lost playing in his hair forever

We already know he hid it before

But you were talking to your friends and he was somewhere in the vicinity and you were just like,

"HIS HAIR IS SO PRETTY I COULD CRY, AND HE HIDES IT :,(( I just wanna play with it all the time but I don't wanna like... Accidentally make him self-conscious or something :((("

He stopped wearing his hat as much after that.

You noticed it too and you weren't sure if he heard you but you were happy his hair was free

Also his eyes are so pretty

He could be so pissed and ranting and u could just be. Staring into his eyes and he'd be like,

"What are you looking at. "

"Your eyes are so pretty, Ky :)) "

He calmed down pretty quickly after that.

ALSO NICKNAMES.

The first time you used that nickname on him he. He melted. He turned so red like,

"W-what did you just call me"

He looked cute as hell tho :3

You started easing him into the nicknames and he got used to it, he even started using some nicknames for you too!!

He's so cute when he does to, because you can tell he's trying!

Sometimes when his temper gets really bad you just hold him to your chest and lay down and play with his hair, he calls down pretty quickly

And if you're in public you just bring him somewhere private and just hug him, and then you guys can walk around while you hold hands

He's not the biggest fan of PDA but likes holding your hand :))

But when he's in private he's all over you, just hugging and kissing you

He's not the best with words, at least words he says out loud bcs

He does poetry! Actual good poetry!

But he loves just hugging you, he likes you on top of him because the pressure feels nice

He's got autism! And he's got that unintentional autistic rizz, if yknow what I mean

Sometimes he'll just say something, you'll just stare at him and blush like crazy and he's just like,

"What'd I say"

You just stare bcs theres no words left...

Very unintentionally blunt as well

You two enjoy silent company a lot! esp Kyle

Sometimes his friends and family and school just get too overwhelming, so he'll just ask you to come over while he does his homework and sometimes you'll do yours and you guys just get to be close 🥰

There's been some times when... Yknow what I'll save it for the NSFW part :3

He's definitely a cat person and you guys would look forward to getting a cat together! Maybe 2 :)))

He really is a well intentioned person, he's just so sweet :((

I feel like this poor boy got SO nervous to meet your parents

Like, y'all went to a restaurant together and he dressed all fancy and was just. So awkward

He worries so much about what to say that he ends up speaking like a robot, and then would randomly follow it with awkward laughter 💀

He was so embarrassed 😭 but you cuddled him and told him it was fine

And you later got a text from your parents saying he was a good guy! Bcs he is!

He's so cat boy too like... When he just needs to recharge he just hobbles over to you and just. Flops.

Doesnt matter what you're doing, because now you're cuddling Kyle.

It's cute tho, because he's definitely learned how to recognize when he needs a break from college work

Bonus points if you play with his hair and kiss him all over 🥰

You guys used to, keyword, used to. Play games together, he would try so hard not to get competitive about it ,but let's just say you both said some things about each other's mothers, and it's just been awhile since you've played.

He likes sharing his music with you! And let's just say you were surprised to find out he was a The Cure fan, you just wouldn't expect it from his dorky self!

But they're one of the few artists he can freely stim to

You guys will listen to loud music together just to scream the lyrics bcs, MAN sometimes u just wanna scream, yknow?

He only likes to sing stuff he can scream, if it's something that requires vocal control he's outta there

But you heard him sing normally one time and he was so cute ☹️❤❤ he was cleaning around his dorm and had his headphones on and you arrive without him noticing and you just heard him singing his lil tune in his soft voice... Dead on the spot, there were no survivors.

Eventually learns that when partners complain about things he just has to listen, he's too logical and learnt the hard way that you just want to vent rather than actually solve the problem

✰ - NSFW - ✰

So, "studying"?

The "both" of you were focusing on homework, just Kyle really. He was at his desk and he seemed to be focusing, he looked so intense. You found yourself staring at him for awhile, you just couldn't help it. You check the time on your phone.

"He has time." , you thought to yourself.

You closed the book you had stopped paying attention to 20 minutes ago and faced his turned back. You carefully tiptoed over and gave his back a tap, he turned around, still looking at his book and papers.

"Yeah, what's up? ", he said, not really paying attention.

You carefully grabbed his chin and turned his face toward you, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

"Kyleeee, I'm bored, can't we do something else? " you whined.

"I'm sorry, y/n but I really have to finish these assignments..."

You pulled out your phone and showed him the time and date.

"But Kyleee, you still have a few days before you need to finish them, I know you like to finish them before they're due but can't you take a little break? For some fun at least? ", you speaking the last words in a suggestive tone made him turn red, he seemed to be contemplating it but he had already made up his mind.

"Alright then, come here, " he sat you down on his lap and began kissing you. The both of your lips meshing together, slowly becoming more filled with passion.

"Do you wanna stay here or move to your bed? "

"Anything beats sitting in this chair... ", he picked you up and set you on the bed, not before stretching his back and cracking it, " that felt so good... I hate that fucking chair, man, "

He laid back down on the bed and continued kissing you, you slowly positioned yourself on top of him. He was so distracted, he didn't even notice.

You were about to take off your shirt, but we're stopped.

"What's wrong, Ky? "

"C-Can you keep the shirt on? I like seeing you in my clothes... "

The shirt in question was an oversized shirt he let you borrow after sleeping over the night prior.

You kissed him and smiled softly, "Okay, Kyle... I'll keep it on, but if I can't take off anything else I'll go crazy... " you laughed a bit and he laughed with you.

"Don't worry, I won't stop you anymore... "

"Good, " even before you finished speaking you shifted both of your legs to the side of him to easily take off the boxers he'd also lent you. You moved back and began kissing him again, this time with more heat than before.

As the two of your lips clashed together you began to gently palm at his hardening member, and as you did he let out a shakey breath.

You positioned yourself right above and began grinding into him, the two of you softly moaning into each other's kisses. He slowly traced his hand over your thigh and gave it a squeeze, a squeeze that would get increasingly tighter the more you played with him.

You could tell he was getting antsy with the way he squeezed your thigh so you figured it was finally time to set him free. You moved you hand to the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, his hard cock springing free. The cold air down there made him grimace, but was soon changed as you slowly parted yourself on it.

You both fell out of the kiss as you two moaned as you slid down, your already dripping pussy making it easy to. It took a few moments until you were down at his base; his size was always something you had to adjust to.

Just as you were about to start moving his eagerness got the better of him and grabbed now the both of your thighs and moved you up and down. You moaned loudly at the sudden friction and bounced along with his help.

The two of you were moaning messes, which only increased the faster you moved. You once again found his lips in a hungry kiss, the room becoming much quieter when you did as you muffled each other's moans.

"Y-Y/N, I'm.. Ngh... Close, " he moaned out, you were barely able to form words and just breathlessly told him you were too.

The speed increased and you were seeing stars, which you saw more of as he placed his thumb on your clit and started to rub it.

The two of you quickly finished after that.

Kyle's confidence during sex has improved MASSIVELY

The first time y'all did it, he had NO clue what to do

He was so scared about where to put his hands, or if he grabbed you in the wrong place, especially if he grabbed too tightly

It also took you guys awhile to eventually lead up to it, the second Kyle felt it getting too heated he'd gently pull you off

You actually started to worry that he didn't like you anymore the more he did it

You asked him why he always did it and he, as red as his hair, told you he was a virgin and was too scared, and that he wouldn't know what to do

You softened on him and told him that you didn't care he was a virgin and that you would lead him the whole way

You two did it soon after. :p

Once he eventually gets the hang of everything he's good. So fucking good.

Definitely a switch but leans more towards sub

You find his hands so fucking attractive because they're so perfect,,, and pale,, and long

You love him fingering you because he reaches SO far and you're just on the highway to heaven 😍

Also as shown before, he's VERY vocal and he's so cute when he moans and whimpers...

It's something he DEF tried to hide but you were not letting him get away with it

Has a bit of a mommy kink tbh

Sometime dabbles into a bit of a breeding kink... 😗

Kyle 🤝 Kenny

Having beautiful, milky thighs

The first time you sucked him off you were just mesmerized with his thighs... Can u tell I like men's thighs 😔

Pull his hair please!

You've probably pegged him once or twice ngl... :3

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pricesbeltbuckle · 4 months

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Hiii

Okay so I have Haphephobia (The fear of being touched) and I was wondering if you could write a fic with Simon Riley about the reader initiating physical touch? Like he's sitting on the couch, watching a show, and the reader comes up to him and doesn't really say anything and just cuddles up to him? Like they had worked up to the holding hands and cheek kisses but reader (pref fem) is having a hard day and realizes she's comfortable enough with him to cuddle? Like hella fluffy and them both relaxing into eachother n all that :DD

If not that's totally okay

Have a good day!

Haphephobia - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Haphephobia!Fem Reader

Warnings: None, Fluff.

To say you had a Bad day was an understatement. You just wanted to lay on the couch and curl up into a ball and forget about everything for about 10 minutes.

But when you had gotten to the living room you saw Ghost just watching TV and he looked up at you. Now you guys kiss and hold hands but you never really hug him and you have NEVER cuddled him. He knows your boundaries.

“Hey Lovie, need me to move over or get up-?” And without missing a beat you just fell on top of him cuddling onto his chest. He froze up, he didn’t know where to place his hands or what to do. “No, I just need to rest.” “Oh-Okay-Uhm-I-” He decided the safest option was your back, he placed both hands VERY gently on your back and with his fingers drew small circles onto your back.

“Are you okay?” “Shh, I like whatever you're doing and I want to sleep.” “Right, I’ll talk when you wake up then?” “Mhm..” And then you closed your eyes and fell asleep. Right on top of him! Were you aware you were giving this man a heart attack? Or how nervous he is? And the fact he is trying his hardest to make you comfortable without touching you too much?

He tried moving his whole chest just to move your head into a comfortable position and he wrapped you into a heavier blanket. And then he saw your beautiful face. You looked so at ease and calm. He moved some stray hairs out of your face and pressed a small kiss to your forehead. He definitely is gonna cherish this moment forever. His sweet girl trusted him enough to lay with him, wow.

He saw around 2 hours later you started to stir awake and he acted like he was focused on the TV and not stare at you. You rubbed your eyes and then looked up at Simon.

“Did I scare you?” “No…You made me a bit nervous, are you okay? You wanna talk now?” You giggled a little and nodded as you began to speak. He listened to every word. If you ever needed to decompress now this was the routine. You'd text him, he'd wait on the couch, you'd get home, shower n change of clothes, and then you'd run to him to plop down on him and rant about your day. As he listened, he'd throw in a couple of insults to the people you talked about or give you some advice on how to deal with a situation. He loved his sweet girl and he couldn't believe how comfortable you've become, he's proud of you.

AWWW!! I really enjoy writing fluff so this was fun for me to write thank you! 🥰

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ashwhowrites · 11 months

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Hey there, pretty girl. I got an idea that I think you'll like.

So Eddie decides for their anniversary, he's gonna get a tattoo right? He gets it on his hip, where only she's gonna see it, and doesn't tell her. Then they're getting all hot and heavy *bow chicka wow wow* (god I'm a dork) and she sees it. You can decide how long he's had it before she sees, but I want her to be super excited and give him like the best sex ever 🥰🥰

I love you 💋💋💋💋

I love you !💋💋💋💋💋

I hope this was what you were hoping for :)

⚠️Smut

Eddie's tattoo

Eddie knew he made dumb decisions and knew getting his girlfriend's initial was considered one of the dumbest things a guy could do. But he knew this girl was going to be his forever. The artist gave Eddie a disapproving look, but he shrugged it off.

He wasn't going to regret this.

He smiled proudly as he lifted his shirt to look in the mirror. Her initial was written in black ink on his left hip. He was in awe, just staring at it. His body was warm as he felt marked by her. A part of her would always be with him.

He practically skipped through the front door, bouncing as he walked into the bedroom. She was under the covers, watching tv, turning her head to see him walk through.

"And what's got you in a good mood?" She giggled. Eddie could randomly have a burst of energy and act like a child, so this wasn't new to her.

"Nothing," he giggled, sneaking off to the bathroom to change into his pajamas. He came out with a tank top, making her look at him confused.

"Are you okay? You generally sleep in just boxers." She asked, looking at him closely.

"Perfect, baby." He smiled, sliding into the bed next to her.

He wanted it to be a surprise when she least expected it.

~~~

Eddie didn't think that he would have to keep his hip covered. It wouldn't be a surprise for long since Eddie barely wore shirts around her.

She was growing suspicious, eyeing him as he sat in shirts, didn't shower with her, and wasn't pouncing on her. Whenever she questioned it, he shrugged it off.

It's been going on for almost two weeks without sex, which was concerning.

But she wasn't going to accept that. She waited outside the bathroom door, pouncing on him the second he opened the door.

Attacking his lips with hers, diving her hands into his wet curls, and inhaling his aftershave. She's never felt like she needed him more than now.

Eddie melted into her instantly, scooping under her thighs and picking her up. Their lips locked as he walked them to the bed.

Getting lost in her touch, he didn't notice when her hands slipped underneath his shirt. She pulled away to turn her attention to his neck. She kissed him softly as she began to lift up his shirt. He got the hint and leaned back, yanking his shirt over his head.

She took in his naked skin, feeling herself clench from not getting to touch him lately. She reached forward, using her nails to scratch around his chest. Eddie moaned from her touch, palming himself over his shorts. Her eyes caught his movement, moving to watch his hand, but something black caught her attention.

"Eds, what is that?" Her fingers moved to his hip, moving to kneel on her knees.

A tiny letter was inked on his hip, her initial.

"A surprise for you." He smiled, proudly showing her his inked hip.

"Oh, thank god, I thought you were going to break up with me." She laughed in relief. Scooting closer to look at his tattoo.

"Wait, what?" Eddie questioned, a hurt look on his face.

"You kept hiding from me, and I thought you wanted to break up. But it was the opposite. " She explained she was in awe of his commitment.

"The opposite," he smiled, "claimed by you." He whispered against her lips as he leaned closer. She could feel her eyes rolling into the back of her head at his words.

"I can claim you in many other ways." She whispered back, smirking as she shoved him underneath her. Straddling his thighs as she leaned down to trace his tattoo with her tongue.

Eddie melted underneath her control, moaning softly as her hands pulled down his shorts. Resting naked underneath her as she was fully dressed.

"Too much." He whined, tugging on her loose tank top. She laughed at his pout and stood up. Stripping herself bare and moving back to his lap. His hard cock throbbing between them, his tip leaking pre cum as he pawed for her touch.

"So pretty being marked by me." She complimented, her hand slowly jerking his cock as she kissed his lips. He felt his skin turning red from her words. His heart raced as he got lost in the feeling of her hands on his cock.

"Taste me." He growled, needing to feel her warm mouth on him.

"Gonna ask? Or just demand?" She teased, twisting her grip at the tip of his cock. Watching his precum spill over her hand.

"Gonna act like you don't want to gag on my fat cock?" He teased back, sitting up as he was nose to nose with her. He smirked as she squeaked. Dropping her head as she tried to hide away from his mocking stare.

But he wrapped his hand around her throat, forcing her to look at him as she whimpered against his lap. Her hand still pumping up and down on his cock.

"Oh baby, I just got you tattooed on me. Don't you want to show me how much you like it?" He pouted, enjoying the way she nodded immediately.

He let go of her throat, laying back down as she took his cock in her mouth. His hands dug into her hair, helping her bob on his cock.

"Such pretty sounds, baby." He praised, loving that he could hear her gagging and slurping on his cock. Eddie loved the way she gave sloppy head.

She loved the way he controlled the pace and how he bucked his hips up to make her take even more of him.

She popped off his cock, jerking him off as she caught her breath. He looked at her through his hooded eyes. Watched her gasp for air, her lips covered in spit and dripping down her chin. Her eyes were watery as she blinked through her tears.

"Look how gorgeous you are." He praised, bucking up his hips and fucking into her hand.

"Want to ride you." She whimpered, removing her hand from his cock. Her stomach felt warm as she watched the smirk cover his face.

"Yeah? My pretty girl wants to ride me?" He teased, he adored as she shyly nodded.

Eddie rested against the head of the bed, watching as she crawled up to his lap. She straddled his thighs, moaning loudly when Eddie slipped two fingers inside of her.

"Fucking soaked." He growled, stretching out her cunt with his two fingers. Using his thumb to rub small circles on her clit.

He kept his pace, enjoying the way she shook. Loving how her hips were rolling, trying to dig his fingers deeper inside of her.

"Ride me, baby." He instructed, pulling his fingers out of her and sucking them clean. He loved the taste of her on his tongue.

He held his cock, helping her slide on him. He moaned into her skin when he bottomed out inside of her. Never tired of how perfectly she sucked him in.

"Fuck Eddie." She whined, placing her hands on his chest to balance herself as she bounced on him.

He held her hips, helping her bounce on his cock. He sat up to attach his lips to her left nipple. He licked around the bud and then sucked slightly. Her hands traveled up his chest and into his hair. Yanking his head closer to her chest as she rode him faster.

Their moans bounced off the walls, and the sound of their skin smacking echoed. Eddie's dirty words and his mouth on her chest was driving her crazy.

He moved one hand down to her clit, rubbing fast circles. Smirking against her skin when she clenched his cock.

His stomach tightened, and his grip on her hip got tighter.

He rubbed her clit faster, needing her to cum first.

"I need to cum." She moaned, yanking his hair as she slowly moved on him.

"I got you." He whispered, holding her back as he switched her to her back. Using the new position to pound into her.

Her mouth dropped open in silent screams. Clenching her eyes shut as he hooked her legs around his waist and drilled her into the mattress.

"Be a good girl and cum."

"Yes...fuck right...there...yesss." She moaned, feeling the buildup in her stomach snap. Trashing as she covered his cock in her cum. Her thighs shook, and she clawed at his back.

"Good girl, such a good girl." He praised, thrusting into her as he chased his own orgasm. Loving how her used cunt was trying to push him out.

"Pretty cunt keeps pushing me out. Not done fucking you until I fill you full." He growled against her lips, his forehead resting against hers.

Her head kept spinning from the overstimulation, leaving her body for him to finish.

He smashed his lips against hers, feeling his balls tighten as he came inside of her. Pumping in and out of her as he released every bit of cum he had.

"Look at you, such a good girl taking all my cum." She whined at his words, dropping her legs from his waist. Her tired body collapsed against the bed.

Eddie slid out of her as softly as he could. Kissing down her stomach, then using his fingers to push the cum that was leaking out of her back in her cunt.

She tried to yank his hand away, but he slapped it away. "Nah, uh, you are taking all of it." He warned

She whined as he fingered her cunt, trying to keep her body still.

"Think I need to get a tattoo more often."

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animemensblog · 11 months

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Good side

Toji x reader

Pt.1 pt.3

Summary; after his tantrum Toji tries to make it up to you. Yet you won't move on so quickly, all he wants is to make his woman happy again. But, does he know how?

Warning; there's small arguments, some cussing, and smut (it's kind of one-sided smut if that makes sense)

This is mostly soft Toji, I prefer him being a softie for the one he loves🥰

"Hey babe I'm gonna shower, k?" You yell from the bathroom. Toji, who's laying on the bed, springs up and runs to the door almost tripping and falling on you.

"I wanna join" he chuckles, sending you a small smirk

"Fine, but I don't wanna spend a shit ton of time again. My water bill was too high last month"

"Hm" he replies

"Hm? That's all you have to say for wasting my water?" You joke at him. All he does is smile down at you, reaching to cup your face. Toji kisses your forehead and lingers for a moment, sighing contently while taking in your scent.

"I love you, y/n," he mumbles then pulls away, "ya know?" You two make eye contact, and when you see him you can't manage to tell him what you really think.

"I know" you giggle at him, then slipped into the shower. Huh, she didn't say it back, Toji thinks. He continues stripping while you still process the fight, and the words he let slip. Does he think there's a reason for me to be insecure?

You look down on your body, watching the water run down every curve and imperfection. Huh, I've always looked like this?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Toji steps in, immediately grasping at your hips. He hums as he nuzzles his face into your neck, letting out a sigh.

Tojis sight is set on your face, admiring your neck, while yours is still focused on your lower half. Tojis eyes slowly shut and his lips gently kiss your neck. I can see why he chooses only doggy when given the chance, he doesn't have to see my thighs, stomach or even my tits. He wouldn't have to see my face, embrace my kisses. In that position, nothing is unique to me other than the skin he touches.

As your mind overflows with doubt, Toji's hands make their way to your chest and collarbone. Gently brushing against it, memorizing every detail; he's done this so many times he knows everything about your body. He can do it with his eyes closed, and still recall it all. Enough where he rants to Geto about it when during the weekends hes drunk. One time, he sketched your tits *perfectly* on a bar napkin.

He planned to bring it to you the next morning, but his ex appeared and threw it out.

Unfortunately, Toji is forever oblivious to people, even more ignorant towards himself.

"What you thinking about, baby girl?" He whispers, pulling you back to reality

"Just.. you and I" you turn to him, pecking his nose. Toji lifts his head and brings his lips to yours. He gently nibbles on your bottom lip and pulls your closer. You sigh as he groans, then you feel his tongue slither inbetween your lips.

Toji pulls away and turns you around, running his hands all up your stomach and on your back, then down to your ass. One hand squeezes as the other smacks it, you slightly squeal at this, he chuckles.

His right hand leaves your ass, finding your wet slit. Toji collects all the juices you've let out, scooping it and fingering back into you. You look up at him, and his eyes are closed. He's not watching what he's doing? Is it that bad to look? You think to yourself, dropping your head against his chest so you don't have to see.

He places a kiss on the back of your head, then lifted you up, pinning you to the shower wall. His lips trailed across your shoulder leaving several marks along the way. You still hide your face against his heaving chest, choosing to make this easier for him.

Your moans get louder once he speeds up, his thumb was playing with your clit hoping to coax an orgasm.

"You feel amazing baby" he says into your hair, you only nod in response. He takes this as you're getting close, so he curls his fingers against your soft spot, causing you to be louder.

"You wanna cum?" He asks, and yet still only gets a nod. So he assumes you're lost in it, Toji knew you needed him but not this bad. Was his outburst that damaging for you? He has no idea, clueless- he'd never put two and two together without your help.

He starts to slow down, along with your moans. You assume he's gonna eat you out, maybe, or switch hands, instead he stops. Licking his fingers while spinning you to face the wall. Did he mean to stop before you could actually cum, or does he not care? You opt for not saying anything, you know how touchy the "you did this wrong" topic is for him.

Toji forces his hard dick into you, feeling you throb around him. "Fuck you feel amazing", you grip the shelf on the wall for stability as he slams into you, non-stop. It's clear he's quickly chasing his high, but you know he's only doing it to save water like you asked, right?

You feel him abruptly pull out and cum onto your thighs, ass and pussy. Toji gropes your ass another time, slightly patting it, then hug you from behind. "Y/n,"

"Hm?"

"I love you so much" he says. The way he says it is clearly from exhaustion but you swear you hear irritation, like it's forced. He helps you clean up like usual, and assists you stepping from the shower.

Huh, she didn't say it back, again.

You wrap a towel around you, and leave the bathroom. Toji stands there, his towel loosely around his hips staring at the door. He's confused, obviously. Once he's finished getting dressed, he finds you cutting the potatoes from earlier.

"Hey, I thought my punishment was cooking?" He jokes, but he gets an airy 'hmpf' laugh.

"Baby, is something wrong?"

"Not at all" you say over your shoulder. He doesn't buy it.

"A'right. Want get some ice cream for after this? We can watch that new movie I rented"

"Sure"

"I'm gonna put shoes on then I'll be ready to go"

"Okay babe" you say flatly

A couple minutes go by and Toji comes from the bedroom with his wallet, "ready baby?" He says as he walks over to you.

"Did you want me to come with you?" You ask without facing him

He hesitates, does she want to go? he thinks. "Of course, doll."

"Is it okay if I stay here? Don't feel like going out after a shower."

"Y-yeah, you don't need my permission for that" he chuckles, hoping this isn't too serious. He kisses the back of your hair, lingering once again. This time, for a lot longer. Toji is internally screaming for you to face and kiss him. He makes himself pull away and decides he'll pick up more than ice cream, maybe your favorite drinks and another movie.

Toji heads out the door while you fall to the floor crying. You regret not facing him, you could feel his pain when you didn't kiss him back or even say bye like usual. But, you don't see any of his regret for treating you like he has.

As you keep curling into yourself on the cold floor, he was filling a cart of random things he thinks you'd like, he even sped off to an extra store or two. One being a bookstore, specifically asking the employees about a book you've been wanting. He got it.

However, that many stops and shopping meant a delay. Toji lost track of time, and when he caught a glimpse of his phone he realized an hour has passed.

After 20 minutes of crying in the kitchen, you stood up and moved around. Suddenly becoming anxious he hasn't come back from a store 5 minutes from your apartment. You waited another 15 before drowning in more thoughts- he's not coming back is he? If I were him I wouldn't either, you collapse onto your bed then slid to the floor, once again curling up in the corner.

I wonder if he's making a stop at his exes, and got distracted. Maybe he went to Gojo's and Suguru's? With that, you call your friend as you try to stop your sobs escaping your throat.

"Hey y/n, wha-"

"Is Toji with you?" You cry out

"Whoa y/n hey, take a breath. Are you okay? Did something happen? Do you need me to come over? I can be there in 10, Gojo talk with y/n." If Geto's overdramatic personality doesn't distract you when you're upset, Gojo surely will.

"Um, hello?" Gojo says while laughing

"Hi Satoru"

"OH HEYYYY, what's up princess?"

"Nothing I'm just hiding on my floor" you giggle

"Whys that?" Gojo asks

"Toji hasn't come back yet, and he hasn't answered my calls"

"HE HASNT ANSWERED? You didn't mention that!" You hear Geto yell in the background.

"Geto shut the actual fuck up" Gojo gets you to vent about what's happened as they head over. Once in a while hearing Suguru nag Gojo when driving on the phone.

Your friendship brings you peace, somehow, most of the time Gojo is unsufferable and Geto's anxiety takes over. Nonetheless, they're the people you need in your life.

They arrive withing 10 minutes, just like Geto said. Gojo kicks open the already broken door, seeing a dark living room and lit up kitchen.

Geto goes to find you as Gojo finishes the food that was started hours ago. When Geto discovers you partially under the bed, he crawls underneath to talk with you.

"Fucking hell" you hear him say when he hits his broad shoulder on the frame. He let's out a frustrated sigh as he settles with his shoulders invading his face, pressing into his chin.

"I don't think you're made to be hiding under here, Geto"

"Shut up, I fit perfectly fine." He says as he re-adjusts

You two sit in silence while listening to Gojo sing whatever annoying song he has stuck in his head, occasional voice cracks causing you to laugh.

"Hey baby, I'm so sorry I took so long-" Toji starts as he comes in, looking up to find Gojo in your vibrant apron, cooking. Gojo leans and places his hand on his hip, "OH BABY I'm so glad you're okay!!" He runs over to Toji, leaping onto him.

"Why the fuck are you here" he says while he throws Gojo off of him.

Satoru stands up while chuckling, "y/n called us when you didn't return her calls, or return at all."

"She was that worried?"

"That's not the issue" Gojo spits.

"Isn't it?"

"She was right, you're oblivious" with that, he turns back to the stove, completely ignoring Toji.

"Where is she?" Toji mumbles

"Baby?" He whispers as he pushes the door open

"Making love to Geto in the bedroom, I'm up next" he jokes, earning a 'tsk' from Toji. As he walks back, he remembers this feeling. The one here he's slumped over, waddling to find you knowing you're upset and its his fault.

"We're under here" Geto speaks up while he's trying to pull from underneath. In the corner of your eye you notice Toji forcing himself to you from the other side, having more troubles than Geto. Who is evidently stuck with his arms to his side, and can't escape the upcoming conversation, nor can he cover his ears.

With a loud 'fuck' Tojis head taps yours, you look up to see him laying on his chest, his arms trying to reach for you. His back barely scraping passed the boards and his feet pathetically trying to push farther behind him. "Hi doll" he says, turning his neck to face you.

"Toji help" Geto says, squirming like a worm

"Why"

"I'm stuck" he whines, convincing Toji to try pushing him. Instead, his hand slipped off Geto's shoulder onto his already squished face.

"Hey knock it off" he barks at Toji

"I'm not doing anything", and he proceeds to purposely hit him "your face is just in the way". With a final smack, his hand grips his forehead and pushes, resulting in nothing.

Geto clears his throat, "until further notice, I'm unfortunately stuck" he huffs closing his eyes in defeat. Toji turns back to you, and his face softens. "Can we talk?" He asks,

"You're already under here, so I guess"

"I'm sorry I didn't answer you, and took so long" he stops at that, saying nothing more.

"Is that it? What were you doing?" You ask, with no malice, only curiosity.

"Well I was shopping, what else would I be doing?" He spits

"Shopping doesn't mean you can't answer your phone, Toji" you toss your head away from him.

"I was just excited about what I wanted for you, I got distracted, that's all."

"Well thats nice of you Mr.Romantic" Geto laughs out

"You could buy me a fucking car but that doesn't excuse ignoring me." You say without looking at him, missing how his face changes soft to angry.

"You could be grateful you know, I only went out to make you feel better!" He shouts, causing your ears to ring as it echoes under the bed.

You wince, "to make me feel better, or you?" Toji pauses, taking a second to genuinely think as Geto chimes in, again.

"Why are you so ungrateful, your man loves you enough to spend money on you when you didn't ask"

You sharply turn around, your harsh gaze landing on them, "if you boys want a woman you can satisfy with your pennies and quarters, go find a whore." With that, you slide out leaving the two men behind, still stuck.

"Wait baby, that's not-"

"Y/n I-", they both are cut off when you slam the bedroom door closed. You storm out to the living, finding Gojo wearing your neon apron; including a hat you made during a party out of tampons, that you swore you put in the trash. His wide eyes met yours- you begin to speak, pointing a finger at him with your mouth partially open before shutting it, nodding and leaving out the front door.

His eyes follow you until he hears a loud shout from your room, "Y/N!" He hears Toji yell, as he approaches the door he hears Geto nagging him about yelling in a confined space.

"Shut the fuck up, we're stuck and can't use our arms. What else can we do?" Toji barks, earning a kick on his leg from Gojo.

"Who pissed her off first" he asks

"Toji" "Geto" they same at the same time, Toji smacks him then Geto kicks Toji, now that you're not next to him anymore. Gojo chuckles while watching the bed shake, hearing small 'fuck you's. Then he decided to leave the idiots be.

Satoru sent you a text,

✨️Satoru✨️

Wanna drink?

You

Yes please <3

✨️Satoru✨️

Meet me at the bar around the corner in a few minutes

5 minutes later, Gojo pulls up to you sitting on a bench, patiently waiting for him. He jumps out, raising his hands asking for a hug. You gladly accept and run over, suddenly he scoops you up and tosses you in the backseat and drives you home.

You start kicking the seat, "you told me we were getting drinks!!"

"Technically I said we'd drink, not that we'd be going out", you still keep continue kicking the seat as you arrive, then he drags you in.

By now Toji and Geto stopped fighting and opted for silence before they hear the front door slam. They both start yelling again, hoping to be freed before they hear Gojo laughing and you squealing as you're tossed onto the bed, Gojo following suit.

You two start faking moaning until Toji almost flips the bed trying to escape, which hurt Geto in the process. He grabs Gojo's ankles and yanks him off the bed, then went to lay on you.

Toji says nothing, in fact he starts crying against you making the other two quietly leave. "Hey, hey whats wrong Toji?" You coo at him as you brush his hair. He doesn't respond, only gripping to you harder. You try to pry him off so you can look at him but he doesn't let you.

"I'm sorry" he cries out, burying his head farther into your stomach. "I'm so sorry." You let him continue for however long he needed, occasionally hearing him mumble explanations, praises and apologizes. Gojo and Geto after a while came in and said goodbye, letting you know the food that's been waiting to be cooked all day was finished and put away.

Toji's sobs softened and were only small gasps and hiccups. His grip on your torso let go, and he started pulling himself to your neck. "Baby?" He whispers, his scratchy voice vibrating on your skin.

"Yes, Toji?"

"I'm so sorry"

"For what?" You hesitantly ask, not wanting to make him upset.

"For everything. I should've called you, let you know I was okay. I shouldn't have yelled at you earlier, it wasn't fair." You feel another tear drop onto your neck as he continues, "you deserve better and I love you but I treat you so badly" he starts crying again, his grip getting tighter.

"It's okay baby, I forgive you. You treat me so well, remember? You went out and got things to apologize, a-and offered to make that food to make up." You were now cradling his head against your chest as tears fell down his face, your legs wrapped around his torso trying to hold whatever you could.

"Why don't you love me?" He looks up at you, his red eyes stared at yours, waiting for your answer.

"Of course I love you, what is there that isn't to love?"

"Then why haven't you said it all day?" He buries his head back into your neck as you think back, you scoff as you realize you were so lost in thought you never returned his affection.

"Awe sweetheart, I'm so so sorry, I've been distracted. I do, I do love you Toji" you mumble on top of his head, running your hands down his back.

Both of you sit there for several minutes, attempting to calm each other down.

"You know if I can't be distracted, you can't be distracted baby" he whispers, smiling against your skin.

"Yeah, that seems fair" you giggle, bringing your arms around his neck to hug him closer.

Toji's hand starts rubbing your back, and the other rubbing small circles on your hip. "Do you wanna see what I got you?" He looks up again, this time his eyes are dry and his lips are forming a smirk. You nod, and he picks you up. He walks you into the living room, and you see a couple of new fuzzy blankets, a bag of snacks and drinks, a bookstore bag that clearly has a book in it.

You spin your head and hug him, placing kisses on his cheek and neck. He smiles and goes to sit on the couch, putting on a movie and eating snacks with you on his lap for rest of the night.

This is her good side, no doubt he thinks as he kisses you. I'd do anything to stay on it.

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Blood Sport {Garreth Weasley x Fem!Reader}

Got this pic of Garreth from Rimaeternax on twitter!!!

AGED UP CHARACTERS, 18+ SCENARIOS (Characters are in their 7th year and are 18+)

Introduction: Garreth had begged you not to put your name in The Goblet of Fire. The TriWizard Tournament was known for being so dangerous, it was practically a death sentence to every school Champion chosen. You promised him you wouldn’t, but when you found out your best friend Natty had entered her name, you decided to go against his wishes and enter behind his back. Being as capable as you were and the only person in ages able to wield ancient magic, of course your name was chosen. Along with an overwhelming sense of dread that you could die, Garreth felt betrayal, and has kept his distance from you ever since.

Word Count: ~ 9,900 (I’m gonna be honest, I dunno how it happened)

Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Swearing, Angst, Smut (Sex, Edging, Oral)

Author’s Note: I made this so it could be a standalone, but in case you’d like extra background, this is a continuation of Garreth’s portion in The 3 Boys & The Hogwarts Champion. I couldn’t get his part out of my head and I had to write out the rest of his story. Freckled Serotonin could be a prequel too haha, a fic that takes place during a time where the relationship is only happiness and fluff. Maaaan, I have been obsessing and losing sleep over this fic all week and I’m so happy I finally finished! It’s my longest one yet, so get cozy and grab a snack 🥰 Hope you guys have a great night ❤

Songs (if interested):

Blood Sport - Sleep Token (Original Version & Room Below Version)

for forever - EKKSTACY

You Can’t Stop Me - Alex G

you not the same - TileKid

The Love You Want - Sleep Token

Lights Are On - Tom Rosenthal

It had been weeks now since you and Garreth last spoke. You knew he needed time and space to forgive you, but your second challenge was coming up soon, and now more than ever you wanted him by your side again.

The Durmstrang Champion, Maxim Mainka, had caught a few hints at what it could be, and things weren’t looking good if his suspicions were correct. He had been so concerned he wanted to prepare with you and the Beauxbatons Champion, Amelie DuPont. Was there anything more unsettling than something that could put a Durmstrang student on edge?

Possibly facing a challenge you couldn’t overcome within the next week had weighed on you more and more as it approached. So when Professor Weasley announced that the fourth years and up were to meet for dance practice for the upcoming Yule Ball, you were over the moon. You’d take anything that could help take your mind off it all.

You grinned a bit seeing all the younger years get uneasy at Professor Weasley explaining the proper dance that was required of everyone if they wanted to attend. The seventh years were the only ones who seemed to be at ease with the whole thing, probably because it wouldn’t be the first time touching someone so intimately for most of you. Whereas the younger years had never even held hands with someone and it was written all over their faces.

“Garreth, come up and help me demonstrate please.”

Your smile faltered a bit watching Garreth walk up. He received some whistles and hollers as he strode up to his aunt proudly, chest puffed like he was about to own this demonstration dance. You couldn’t help the grin that tugged at your lips, of course you still found him as hilarious as ever, despite your current situation.

He blew an exaggerated kiss to the audience and you cackled along with the other students. He then joined his aunt for the dance, keeping the smug look on his face as she talked through the steps for everyone. At one point, he surprised her with a dip, causing everyone to howl with laughter and she smacked him lightly. He said a quick apology and brought her back up.

“That’ll do. Thank you, Garreth.” He stepped back from his aunt and gave a dramatic bow, bringing another round of chuckles from everyone as you all clapped for him.

“Alright, now everyone find a partner and we’ll go through the steps together.”

Most of the students went quiet and still, not wanting to make the first move. The only ones who got up to move were the ones in relationships, heading to join their significant others for practice. You looked down to the ground, suddenly feeling like an unconfident fourth year yourself.

Garreth caught sight of you amongst the crowd. He had been wanting to go up and speak to you these last few days, but he couldn't get himself to do it. There never seemed to be a good time, he started to doubt there ever would be.

He straightened his tie, more out of bustling nerves than anything, and strode up to you. He held out his hand for you to take and you slowly looked up at him, clearly taken aback.

He looked down at you with a smirk, hoping you didn’t see through his feigned confidence. “What do you say, oh mighty Champion of Hogwarts?”

You swallowed thickly, your body wasn’t handling Garreth speaking to you again as well as you had hoped, but you’d take this moment regardless. You tentatively took his hand and he tugged you up with ease. He kept your hand in his as he led you to the floor, then effortlessly pulled you into the dance, his hold on you firm and warm.

“You have horrible taste in dance partners, Weasley.” You tried to jest to hide how anxious you were. Unable to meet his gaze, you looked down at your feet to make sure you didn’t step on his. It was a bit much, not speaking for as long as you had and now you were in his arms like this.

“Just follow the expert, you’ll be fine.” He pulled you even closer to him, getting you to finally look up at his face. His eyes bored into yours, and it wiped your mind clean of any coherent thought you had. You wanted to look back down to your feet but he had pulled you too close to be able to do so, so you settled for looking at your hand on his shoulder.

“I uh - I thought I’d take this chance to speak with you.” It was Garreth’s turn to feel uneasy.

Well… that doesn’t sound good. “Alright.”

He looked away from you, his jaw tensing, bracing himself for what he was going to say next. Your stomach dropped seeing his face turn so dismayed when he was being goofy and having fun only a moment ago.

“I don’t know how best to put this, so I’m just going to say it. I think we should just be friends.” He could feel you stiffen and he pulled you in closer, your stance turning more into an embrace. He placed his cheek against yours, your swaying becoming only small steps from side to side. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I really do hope we can be friends, I’ll do anything to make that happen. Anything. But, I can’t be yours anymore. I just… I can’t. It hurts too much.”

Your eyes stung with tears, and you hated that one had managed to fall. But you were able to remain standing tall. Unable to speak with your throat feeling so constricted, you settled for a brief nod of your head, letting him know you heard him.

“Whatever you need, it's yours. I’ll help you through the rest of the tournament any way I can, just say the word.”

Quickly wiping away your stray tear before he could see it, you cleared your throat. You shifted in your stance so he could back off of you a bit. “Let’s stick with dance lessons, yeah?”

You looked over his shoulder, focusing on nothing in particular while he eyed you a moment longer. He then nodded his head, looking over your shoulder at nothing in particular himself. “Yeah… Yeah, alright then.”

That night you had decided to go to The Hog’s Head. You would go to Three Broomsticks, but you didn’t want to chance bumping into Garreth. You wanted to avoid him like the plague.

Walking in, you saw Maxim Mainka. He was sitting at the bar, drinking and cheerily speaking with those around him. He noticed you walk in and lit up like you were just the person he wanted to see.

“Fellow Champion! Come! Come join me!”

You smiled and joined his side at the bar.

“One for my friend, on me!” He called to the bartender.

You gladly took the pint placed in front of you and began on a steady stream of gulps.

“That’s the way!” He cheered, patting you on the back and clearly feeling a good buzz in his cheeks. He held up his drink to you and you clinked it with yours. “Let’s enjoy our last few days alive, my friend!”

You stilled and thought on his words for a moment. You knew Maxim had been feeling edgy about the upcoming challenge, but you didn’t think he’d be this convinced none of the champions would make it out alive.

You started to go a bit numb. The love of your life had asked you to ‘just be friends’ and you might very well die in a few days…

What better time to drink myself silly?

You raised your pint, “Here’s to that.” Then you brought it back to your lips for more.

Garreth sat at the bar of The Three Broomsticks, barely able to touch his drink; he was so sick to his stomach. He rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, unable to follow the chatter of his friends next to him.

He knew ending things with you would be one of the stupidest things he had ever done, but he had to. What choice did he have? He couldn’t keep you wondering and waiting on him to forgive you when you had more important things to focus on.

His feelings were all over the place. He still loved you deeply, but he was also still upset. He didn’t think you’d ever truly know how full of dread you made him when you threw yourself into danger as constantly as you did.

He thought if he gave you a clear stance on where the two of you were in the meantime, it’d be better for you, give you the chance to prepare for your challenges with a clear head. But asking to just be friends had gone horribly, bringing the exact opposite effect he wanted, making things even worse on you.

“I think I’m gonna turn in, mate. Not feeling it tonight.” Garreth got up from his seat and patted Leander on the back as he passed. He moseyed out of The Three Broomsticks with his hands in his pockets, kicking the dirt at his feet as he made his way out of Hogsmeade.

The sound of cheering coming from The Hog’s Head caught his attention. He peeked over curiously and had to do a double take. That bar was never bustling, yet there was a huge crowd around it tonight, boisterous about something going on inside.

He was caught off guard when you and Maxim clambered out of the crowd and fell to the ground, laughing hysterically and definitely drunk. The crowd cheered in intoxicated delight at your collapse.

Garreth made his way over as Maxim helped you up. When he saw him throw you over his shoulder, his blood boiled and he picked up his pace.

“This one’s pissed! She’s done for the night!” Maxim called back to the crowd as he carried you away from The Hog’s Head with ease. The crowd whined in unison at your departure.

Garreth strode up to him. “Put her down. I can take her from here.”

As Garreth approached, Maxim side stepped him and kept walking.

“Oi, Knobhead! I said put her down!”

Maxim gave your side a quick pat. “You know this one?”

You peeked up. “Ah! It’s alright, I know him. He can take me.” You giggled, and Garreth wanted you down from Maxim’s shoulder yesterday.

With a grunt, he set you down. “If you trust him. I could go for a few more rounds anyway.” He took your hand and kissed it. “Goodnight. Meet with me again tomorrow?” He went in to kiss your hand again while he waited for your answer.

“Appreciate it, mate. Goodnight.” Garreth came up behind you, gripping your shoulders and moving you along before his lips could make it to your hand again.

You waved over your shoulder lazily. “Goodnight to you too, Maxim.”

When Garreth felt you two were far enough away, he released your shoulders and walked by your side.

You let out a content sigh and looked up at the stars above as you walked.

“Seems you enjoyed yourself tonight.” Garreth grumbled.

“I sure did.”

Garreth’s jaw tensed at the thought of you having been with Maxim all night. “Couldn’t even give it a full day, huh?”

You let out an exhale, your drunkenness making it sound a little more exaggerated. You glanced over at him. He was facing ahead stiffly, hands in his pockets. “And what do you mean by that?”

He shrugged, putting on a face like he couldn’t be bothered what you did anymore. “Nothing.”

“I can’t enjoy myself if we’re not together? Is that it?”

“I didn’t say that. Enjoy yourself all you want.”

“I planned on it.”

“Good. Glad you had such a great night.” He wasn’t glad.

“I did have a great night.” You decided to get cheeky. “And I’m so happy my good friend, Garreth Weasley, was here to walk me back to the dorms. What a guy.”

He sighed your name, starting to regret he didn’t keep his mouth shut.

You hiccuped and rubbed at your eyes. You were starting to feel a little sick and groaned. “I think I had a few too many. I just didn’t want to stop. Oh, have you heard? Apparently, it’s going to be suicide walking into the arena this week. No one at Hog’s Head would shut up about it.” You mumbled. “What a way to go, huh?”

Garreth stopped in his tracks and looked at you in horror. “What… What did you just say?” He didn’t recognize who he was talking to right then. You sounded like you were accepting death. You knew this tournament was dangerous, but you’d at least always been determined to fight.

You ignored him and kept walking, humming the Hogwarts anthem and keeping your air of drunken bliss.

Garreth called your name sternly for you to stop walking and look at him.

He rarely spoke with such a tone, and it seemed to bring you back to reality a bit. Your face hardened when you glanced back at him. “Don’t even start.” You said bitterly as you kept walking.

He raised his brows, incredulous at your behavior tonight, and moved to join your side. “Sorry? Say that again. Start what exactly?”

You stopped and faced each other. “Why should I listen to anything you have to say when you abandoned me? You left me when I -” You shoved him, “- When I needed you the most.”

“I left you, did I? I could have sworn you were the one that chose a worthless fucking tournament over me but what do I know? I’m just an idiot who wanks over potions.”

An amused huff escaped you and you rubbed at your face, drunk and desperately trying not to crack up. “Dammit, Garreth.” You groaned. “Don’t make me laugh, I'm mad at you.”

He shook his head and bit back a smirk of his own. He really did need to work on his timing. The two of you were definitely having the worst fight you’ve had since knowing each other, he needed to take it seriously.

He took a deep breath and rubbed a hand down his face. “How about we not be mad at each other tonight?” He said, waving his white flag. With alcohol in both of your systems - more so yours than his but still - putting this conversation to the side for now seemed like the smartest idea. “Let’s save it for tomorrow.”

“That’s -” You lost your balance slightly and he steadied you. “That’s a good idea.”

As Garreth stepped into the dining hall the next morning, his eyes roamed the room for you. When he spotted you, it didn’t take long for your eyes to drift up and lock with his. He gestured with his chin for you to step outside and speak with him. You nodded your head, getting up and walking over.

Out of habit when he got this close to you, he gingerly grabbed a hold of your arm. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m fine. Head’s killing me, but I’m fine.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile.

He gave you a weak smile in return, not quite buying it. “To be honest, you scared me. You sounded like you’d given up last night.”

You shook your head. “I wasn’t in my right mind, and I hate that you had to be there for any of it. You shouldn’t have had to hear anything I said in that state.”

He gave your arm a gentle squeeze to help put you at ease like he usually would. But it made him remember that you weren’t together anymore, and he shouldn’t be doing things like that.

When he released you, you glanced down briefly, not even aware he had had a hold on you. Now, it seemed you two had to get used to not touching each other, that was what felt less natural.

“I meant it when I said I still want to be there for you. Whatever you need, it’s yours.” Garreth looked into your eyes, trying to convey how much he meant it.

You nodded your head, deciding to let him help. If this next challenge was as dangerous as Maxim said it was going to be, you needed all the help you could get. “I need potions. All that you can make me.”

Garreth was crumbling as he paced back and forth in front of the hospital wing. “Let me in, I need to see her. Please, you don’t understand.” His breathing was uneven, his voice cracking. The latest challenge was the most horrific thing he had ever seen.

The Beauxbatons Champion had been killed, torn to pieces by the horde of inferi you were tasked to fight. You and Maxim had barely made it through. The both of you had to be carried out of the arena, and Garreth needed to see with his own eyes that you were actually alive.

Nurse Blainey tried to steady him. “I do understand. But she’s resting, you need to leave her be for now.”

Leander had tried easing him away. “Come on, Garreth. She’s in good hands now, we can come back later.”

Garreth shoved him back. “Goddammit, get off me!” He turned back to Nurse Blainey with a fire in his eyes. “I’m not waiting for your permission any more.” He shoved past her into the hospital wing.

He scanned the room for you, walking past Maxim who was rocking back and forth while nurses tended to his wounds. He mumbled something in his native tongue to himself over and over.

Garreth froze and his stomach dropped sickeningly when he spotted your bloodied and bruised form. As the nurses tended to your wounds, his mind raced, trying to reassure himself repeatedly that he could see you breathing, you were only sleeping, you were still alive.

Leander placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go, mate.”

Garreth nodded his head rigidly and turned away from you. He apologized to Nurse Blainey and Leander guided him out.

When they returned to the Gryffindor common room, Garreth made a beeline to his dorm. Shutting the door behind him, he went and slumped down on the edge of his bed. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Then, all at once, the tears came. He shot a hand up to cover his eyes and his shoulders began to shake with quiet sobs.

Garreth returned with Leander later that night. Leander went into the hospital wing first to check if it was okay for him to see you. He didn’t think he’d be able to walk past you and just leave if he was told ‘no’.

Leander came back out with a small smile. “You can see her. But Nurse Blainey said she’s on quite a lot of painkillers. Go easy on her tonight.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry again for earlier.”

Leander waved him off and turned to leave. “See you later.”

Garreth made his way in towards your bed. He noticed Maxim was out like a rock, and was relieved for the poor man.

“Uh oh, I don’t think I did my herbology homework. I’ll need to get on that soon.” Garreth heard you say and could immediately tell how well the painkillers were working on you.

“No need to worry about it right now, dear.” Nurse Blainey chuckled as she looked over her checklist. She glanced up at Garreth as he approached. “If she wants to sleep, let her. Don’t keep her up.”

Garreth gave her a firm nod, then looked at you and noticed how out of it you really were. You were sitting up in bed and looking up at the ceiling whimsically. He was thankful you didn’t seem to be feeling all the stitched up gashes and harsh bruising on you.

Your eyes eventually landed on him and your face lit up. “There’s my boy.”

Garreth’s chest went fluttery. It had felt like ages since you had called him your anything. Merlin, I’ve missed that.

“Where have you been? I wanted to tell you I beat Leander at Summoner’s Court today. Or… wait… was that yesterday?”

Garreth let out an amused breath through his nose and went to sit in the chair at your bedside. “No, you were right. That was today.” He took your hand in his. No harm in being back with you like this for only a night, right? Especially if you were this out of it, it didn't seem like you’d remember any of it anyway. “And I believe it. Leander’s bloody terrible at Summoner’s Court. Has been since first year, the moron.”

You giggled and brought both of your hands over his, bringing it up to your lips. Garreth’s insides turned to putty. Still weak as ever for you, I see.

“How are your hands always so warm?” You looked down at his hand in wonder.

“How are yours always so cold?” The corner of his lips quirked up. He’d gladly forget everything with you tonight, go back to a better time.

You released his hand and brought yours up to examine them. “What? You think my hands are always cold? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I would have… I would… Merlin, what happened to my hands?” Noticing the discoloration and stitches, you brought them closer to your face to get a better look. Garreth grabbed a hold of your hands, covering them with his. He brought them down and began stroking his thumbs over your skin.

“Next time I go to Honeydukes, what do you want me to get you?” It was the first thing he could think of to distract you and it seemed to work wonders. You shifted a bit in the bed to face him more, excited to give him your answer.

“Oh, chocolate frogs. Is that even a question?”

“You’re right.” He smiled at you. “It’s always chocolate frogs. I didn’t even need to ask.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you gave a quiet gasp. “Oh no, Gar. That reminds me. Did I ever get you your billywig stings?”

He chuckled. When and where is your brain right now? “Yes, you got them for me. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” You relaxed again. “Sorry. My head’s been all over the place today.”

As he nodded in agreement and bit back a laugh, a student came rushing into the hospital wing, getting both of your attention. You looked at the panicked student curiously, and Garreth was mindful to keep your hands covered with his.

“Nurse Blainey, Isaac Cooper fell off his broom! W - We didn’t want to move him -”

Nurse Blainey didn’t hesitate to go up to him. “Take me to him immediately.” She looked back to the both of you. “I’ll be back shortly.”

You watched her leave the wing, then you looked back to Garreth. You raised a brow at him and he raised one back at you. He eyed you as you shifted in bed again, freeing your hands from his and moving away from him, creating space. “Join me while she’s gone.”

Garreth’s throat went dry. He gave a little cough to regain his composure. “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”

“You don’t want to?” You asked innocently as you laid on your side and looked up at him.

Still beyond weak for you. He exhaled and glanced back at the hospital wing entrance, then moved to lie in bed with you.

You grabbed his tie, fiddling with it as you lied there, face to face. He couldn’t help but feel completely at ease, as if he had gone back in time like you had. He brought his hand up and rested it on your cheek.

Your brows furrowed a bit, and you looked troubled.

“What’s going through your mind right now?” He asked, beginning to stroke your cheek with his thumb, careful to be gentle over your bruising.

“I feel like something bad’s going to happen this year, Gar. I can’t shake it.”

He shook his head. “Nothing bad’s going to happen.” He whispered.

You let go of his tie and met his gaze. “Then why do I feel so uneasy right now?”

He pulled you to him, tucking your head under his chin and you nuzzled into his chest. He stroked your hair as he held you. “N.E.W.T.s probably.”

You gave a soft hum. “Yeah… that’s got to be it. I hate tests.” He noticed your voice was starting to sound sleepy.

“I know you do.”

He propped his head up on his hand and looked down at you as he continued stroking your hair. He watched and waited until your breathing got heavier and you did those cute little snores of yours. Once he knew you were asleep, he kissed your temple, then slipped out of the bed as noiselessly as he could.

Just as he was about to leave, Nurse Blainey had made her way back with Isaac Cooper. He took one last glance at your sleeping form across the room, then left.

You didn’t know how long you had been out, but the grogginess and soreness you felt when you finally awoke was unreal. The sun was shining through the windows and you realized you were in the hospital wing. The last thing you remember was being in the arena and... You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them back up, trying to erase the image of Amelie DuPont’s mangled corpse from your head.

You looked up at the ceiling, breathing through the immense discomfort in your body. Then, something bright and blue caught your attention at the corner of your eye. You turned your head slightly to see a chocolate frog box on the bedside table.

Who would leave a perfectly good chocolate frog lying around?

It was probably the first time in TriWizard Tournament history where none of the school Champions attended The Yule Ball. Was that historically accurate? Garreth wasn’t sure. But with how dramatic Headmaster Black was acting, he’d believe it was.

It was common knowledge Maxim Mainka wanted to keep to himself ever since the last challenge. Showing up to a ball was the last thing anyone expected him to do. As for you, Garreth had no idea where you were or why you hadn’t shown up yet.

He didn’t even know what your plans were for the ball to begin with, didn’t want to ask, truth be told. Why on earth would he open up the opportunity to hear about how the woman he fumbled would be going with someone else?

He saw how many people asked you. You had turned them all down from what he’d seen. At first, he thought maybe you’d want him to take you, but every time he brought up the ball, you’d change the topic. He could take a hint.

Garreth decided to leave and look for you. He hadn’t brought a date anyway. Why did he decide to go alone to watch the love of his life walk in and dance with someone else? He didn’t know for sure, but it was probably because he felt he deserved it, treating you the way he had this year. And it was all because he couldn’t handle being with someone so inconceivable.

He couldn’t believe he had been as upset with you as he was. It’s not like you had treated him horribly or were unfaithful. You had gone behind his back to save your best friend Natty for Merlin’s sake. You hadn’t betrayed him. You were only doing what you felt was right.

He had been so afraid of losing you forever, he convinced himself you were doing him wrong whenever you threw yourself into danger. And so, he pushed you away like an idiot. He had no idea where to begin when it came to fixing what you two had, had no idea if he even could.

Garreth asked around before he left but no one seemed to know where you were. Not even Natty knew and that had genuinely shocked him. Wherever you were in this castle, you didn’t care to be found.

Hopping from floo to floo for what felt like hours, Garreth had finally found you in Professor Sharp’s classroom of all places.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the doorway and watched you at one of the potion stations. It had been a few months since the last challenge, you weren’t fully recovered but all your scrapes and bumps had healed for the most part, only a few bandages here and there remained.

He kept quiet and let himself just look at you. You were beautiful, all done up for the ball and brewing what looked like an edurus potion from what he could see. You looked like a dream, like you were made just for him.

“Don't you have a big, fancy Room of Requirement you could do this in?” He quipped.

Carefully dropping some more mongrel fur into the pot, you glanced over your shoulder at him. “Evening, Garreth.” You smiled politely, then turned back to your pot. “What are you doing here?”

Garreth’s face dropped a bit. You had greeted him like you were decent friends and nothing more. Isn’t this wonderful? After all, it was his bright idea. Garreth from a few months ago would have been thrilled to know you two could get to this point. And present day Garreth wanted to go back and kick Garreth from a few months ago’s ass. Turns out, he didn’t like being friends with you. Not one bit.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He pushed up off the door frame and took slow steps towards you.

“I ran out of mongrel fur.” You said, fixated on the brew before you. “Thankfully Professor Sharp let me take over the edurus potion he was already making.”

“I don't see Professor Sharp anywhere, just go on and admit you’re stealing it. I won’t tell.” He stepped closer.

You shot him a brief smirk over your shoulder. You were glad to have Garreth back in your life and on such good terms too, but there were times when it just hurt. Tonight seemed especially bad. You had heard through the grapevine he asked Nellie Oggspire to the ball. Putting on a good face was taking a lot more effort than normal.

You cleared your throat, thinking of a way to keep the mood light. “How’s your night been?”

Ah, small talk. Merlin, he hated this.

He rubbed a hand down his face and came up beside you, peeking into your pot. “My night’s been fine. Looks like you need a few more ashwinder eggs.” He turned and went to go grab some for you.

“I was thinking the same thing.” You furrowed your brows and bit your lip as you stirred and looked into your pot, examining it closely to see if there was anything else it needed.

He returned and handed the eggs to you, wishing he hadn’t caught your focus face. He was always a sucker for it.

“Thank you.” You said appreciatively, grabbing the eggs without looking at him and plopping them in.

“Looks like that should do it.” He mused. His eyes gradually went up from the pot to your face, then down to your dress, more specifically your body in your dress. He swallowed thickly and made himself look back at the pot. “And you? How has your night been?”

“Pretty busy, I haven’t been able to get to the ball yet. One of our kneazles is having her litter tonight. Deek was going to make sure everything went smoothly while I was away, all he asked for was an edurus potion in case she got too cranky with him. Hence -” You gestured absently to yourself and the pot.

“You would spend Christmas Eve like this.” He smirked. “I thought it was a Yule Ball tradition for the champions to attend.” He crossed his arms and leaned back against the table.

You only shrugged your shoulders in response. You made yourself keep your eyes on your brew, because if you looked his way, you’d get weak at how wonderfully he cleaned up for the ball.

Garreth… really hated this. He hated that you barely looked at him and that this was how your conversations went now. Your silences were never awkward, if there was a silence between you while you were together it was comfortable.

“Don’t worry, I’m almost done. I’ll be out of here and then you can take over this station.”

He furrowed his brows. “Hmm? I don’t need to do anything. I came to see if you were in here.”

You looked at him then and he met your gaze. Don’t give me hope like that, Weasley. You averted your gaze back to your pot. “Oh, well…” You cleared your throat. “Did you… need me for something?”

He shook his head. “No, I didn’t need you for anything. You weren’t at the ball and I missed you, that’s the gist of it.”

You glanced his way again. You weren’t going to let yourself have any hope until he told you he forgave you. You needed to hear those exact words, you wouldn’t let yourself jump at anything less.

“Don’t you have a date to get to tonight?” Garreth tried to sound as casual as he could. He hadn’t heard anything about who you’d be going with. But whoever they were, they weren’t with you now. Maybe he could ease himself into the pain instead of getting a full on shock when he finally sees you dance with someone else.

“Would you believe no one asked me?”

“Not for a second." He scoffed. "Even if I hadn’t seen people asking you with my own eyes.”

You chuckled. “Well, no date for me. I uh - I needed to go at my own pace tonight. Didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s Yule Ball just because -” You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a humorless huff, “- just because my head’s such a goddamn mess right now.”

Garreth eyed you with concern. Then he processed even more of what you said. “You were never going with anyone?”

You shook your head.

“I didn’t go with anyone either.”

You looked at him, surprise evident on your face. “You didn’t?”

Garreth held your gaze and shook his head.

“But… I thought you were going with Nellie.”

Garreth raised a brow at you, genuinely confused. “Why would you think that?”

“Well I - I heard from a few different people you had asked her.” You quickly looked away from him, a little embarrassed your jealousy and hurt were coming through.

Garreth shook his head, wanting to reassure you more than anything it wasn’t true. “I never asked her. I never asked anyone, I promise you.”

“I mean… it’s alright if you did, Garreth. You don’t owe me anything.”

He took a moment to take in your words, and they didn’t sit right with him. “I owe you everything.”

You stilled, your heart rate picked up, and you weren’t really sure if you imagined what he had just said.

“It’s you who owes me nothing.” He stepped as close to you as he could without touching you. “But I’d like it if you called me Gar again.”

You slowly looked up at him and searched his eyes. “You’ve forgiven me?” You asked in a whisper, your throat constricting as your vision began to blur with tears.

He shook his head. “There was never anything to forgive.” He reached up and cupped your face in his hands. A few tears overflowed out of your eyes and he wiped them away with his thumbs. “Walking away from you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. And that’s saying something. I’ve done some pretty stupid things.” He tried to jest, and he was elated it got you to smile. “I can be yours. Easily. If you’ll have me.”

You couldn’t speak, and Garreth held his breath while he waited for your answer. After your brain caught up with everything that was happening, you nodded your head.

Garreth released the breath he was holding and nearly collapsed with relief. He didn’t waste a second more and not so delicately placed his lips atop yours. Your hands moved up to his chest as you kissed him back, fisting the fabric of his coat. This was nowhere near your first kiss together, yet you felt brand new to each other. And you wanted to familiarize yourselves all over again.

The pot began to sizzle. With his mouth still on yours, Garreth peeked one eye open to check on it. He groaned and tore himself from you, going to stir it. Chuckling, you got the flask ready for him.

“What a team we are.” Garreth smirked as he scooped the edurus potion into the flask.

You capped it and looked up at him. “Acting like I didn’t do most of the work, are you?”

He smirked. “Tough talk for -” He looked back at you and your amused features sent his insides into a tizzy. “Tough talk for someone who…” His words drifted off and he smiled at you like a dullard.

You started to laugh and raised your eyebrows at him. “Are you having a stroke?”

“Shut up.” He bashfully looked away from you and hummed, trying to unscramble his brain. “I um - I’m trying to go along and keep the joke going, but you look -” He let out a breathy whew sound. “You look amazing right now and it’s making me nervous.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you went fluttery at his words. It was your turn to feel bashful. You shook your head and playfully shoved him. Then you went up and pecked him on the cheek. “Come on, let’s get this to Deek.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

The Room of Requirement’s door formed before you and Garreth. And he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride. It usually only let you in, but this made it twice now that the room felt he should be in there with you.

You two made your way in and he looked around, confused. “Where would the kneazles be?”

You laced your fingers through his. “This way.” You guided him through the bottom floor vivarium and he was almost getting annoyed at how insane this room was.

“Sweet Merlin, I thought this was a greenhouse or something.” He looked all over, breathing in the fresh air and smiling at all the magical beasts that ran up to sniff and examine him. “Is that a baby puffskein?”

You chuckled. “It is. Could you play with him while I get this to Deek? He’s been extra needy lately.”

“On it.” Garreth released you and knelt down, picking up the tiny creature that could easily fit in one hand. He gave the puffskein some scratches on the head. “How am I supposed to be okay with my girl being around a handsome little devil like you? You could steal her away at any given moment.” The puffskein looked up at him and tilted its head. Garreth let out a little gasp. “And you know it too, you shameless bastard.”

“Despite calling my magical beasts shameless bastards, you seem to be pretty good with them.” You said as you returned, hitching up your dress a bit, and kneeling down next to him.

“What can I say? I’ve learned a thing or two since I started paying attention in beasts class. Had to step up my game when this new girl arrived, you see. Cute thing, adored beasts.”

You smiled at him. “Funny, sounds like how I got so good at potions.”

He glanced at you and that bashfulness returned. You gave him too many butterflies for him to be able to keep his calm. To hide his jittery nerves, he kept up the head scratches on the puffskein.

A nearby baby mooncalf started to get jealous at the attention the puffskein was getting and ran up to you. You chuckled and picked her up, giving her some scratches behind her ear. You looked over at Garreth, noticing he got quiet. You nudged him with your shoulder. “What are you thinking about?”

He could only glance at you briefly, if he looked at you any longer he’d be a bumbling mess. He cleared his throat. Merlin’s beard, toss out a joke or something, Weasley. “I’m thinking you better not get any ideas from us holding baby beasts.”

You scoffed, but then decided to tease him. “Uh oh. It might be too late for that.”

He slowly set down the puffskein and looked at you with raised brows. “Now now, no need to panic. Just put down the mooncalf, yeah?”

You let out a shaky breath, playing along. “A - Alright.” You set her down gently, and she ran off to go play with her moon ball.

Garreth pulled the both of you up to your feet. “Better?”

You fanned your face with your hand as if you needed to cool yourself down. “I think it’s too late. The baby fever’s consuming me. Take me, Gar. I’m ready.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” He took cautious steps backwards to get some distance between you two. “As arousing as that was.”

“Give in, Weasley. It’s our last year at Hogwarts, I think we both know what’s coming next.” You warned. Garreth stepped back even further from you, thinking of an escape plan. Before he could get any further, you bolted after him.

“Get away from me!” He laughed as he ran from you, dodging and weaving through the vivarium to try and shake you.

“I’m gonna getcha!”

“No!” You two were laughing hysterically as you ran up and down the vivarium field. “What in Merlin’s name?! How are you so fast in that dress?!”

“Oh, you’re not escaping the Hogwarts Champion, darling!” You had grabbed a hold of his coat but he slipped out of it, narrowly escaping you.

“Dammit!” You laughed, dropping his coat to the ground.

He left the vivarium and you ran after him. You caught sight of him heading up the stairs. He glanced back at you briefly and realized he hadn’t lost you as much as he thought.

“Oh shit!” He laughed and picked up the pace. Without thinking he went into the beach vivarium. The sand slowed him down instantly and he kicked off his dress shoes to keep running.

As soon as you entered the beach vivarium, you kicked off your shoes as well, picking your dress up off the ground and going back after him.

He saw you coming and panicked. He looked back and forth between you and the water. He quickly decided to take off his socks and go to the shore. He saw you slow down and eye him defeatedly.

“Ha! What’s the matter? Don’t want to get your dress wet? Such a shame.” He looked at you cheekily as he bent down and rolled up his pant legs. He gave you a smug smile and walked further into the water, deep enough to submerge his calves, kicking and splashing tauntingly.

“I can’t believe you’d let me suffer like this.” You meandered up to the water, tentatively dipping your big toe in and nothing more.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and kept the triumphant smile on his face. “Oh don’t pout, this is for the best. We don’t really want little Garreths running around, do we?” His smile faded and his eyes widened when a thought entered his head. “Oh Merlin, little Garreths running around wielding ancient magic… What masochist would want that?”

You shook your head and tried to bite back your amused smile, lifting your dress a little higher and dipping your toe in again. Garreth went a little mad at the sight. Oh no, maybe I’m the masochist who wants that.

Sighing dramatically, your head fell back and you closed your eyes, letting the vivarium's sun warm your face.

Fuck… I really want that. In that moment, there was no doubt in his mind, he was going to get on one knee the second you two graduated from Hogwarts.

“Truce?” You asked.

Garreth could only keep staring.

When he didn’t answer, you opened one eye and peeked over at him. “No truce?”

A small smile tugged at his lips, but it wasn’t a humorous one. It was a simple one, full of love. “Just come here, why don’t you?” He walked through the water towards you and held out his hand. You took it, meeting him halfway and getting the hem of your dress wet.

Garreth couldn’t seem to hold it together anymore. He cupped your face and pulled you in for another kiss, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. He was always amazed at how soft you were, and he wanted you beyond reason right now.

Keeping his mouth on yours, he scooped you up into his arms.

Your surprised yelp was muffled against his mouth. You pulled away and looked at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You were going to make a joke, but the way his eyes were on you kept your mouth shut.

He walked the two of you out of the vivarium and his eyes roamed the room. “Direct me to a couch or something. Anywhere for Christ’s sake.”

You pointed across the balcony and giggled. “Over there, you brute.”

He made his way over with you, leaving a trail of sand in his wake. He set you down and gently guided you to sit on the couch, kissing you all over as he did so. He then placed himself on the ground between your legs and began pushing up your dress. Locking his eyes with yours as he reached under and pulled down your underclothes.

His member throbbed against the fabric of his pants when he caught a glimpse of your core, but you shut your legs together. He looked up at you in concern. You were biting your lip and looking away from him.

“What’s wrong?” He went up onto the couch a bit and brought a hand to your cheek to get you to look at him, he pecked the corner of your mouth.

You shook your head and scoffed at yourself, shooting your hands up to cover your face. He smirked when you started snickering and he tried pulling your hands away.

You groaned like you were embarrassed. “I’m really nervous for some reason.”

Garreth chuckled with you and leaned forward to kiss at your neck. “Why are you nervous?” He asked against your skin and you could feel him smiling. “Not to brag, but I’ve seen you naked quite a few times already.”

“I know.” You sighed. “Maybe because it’s been a while or… or…” Your words drifted off as he began to suck on that spot below your ear, he hadn’t forgotten how you liked to be touched. Hopefully he could help put you at ease a little bit more.

He felt your body start to relax and he kissed down your neck. He pulled away to glance at you and you gave him a small nod. He went back to the ground on his knees before you, hitching up your dress again to reveal your heat. His breathing grew heavy and he placed your legs over his shoulders.

He brought his lips to your folds like an opened mouthed kiss, his tongue tracing along. You jolted a bit at the sensation, feeling a little extra ticklish with it having been a while since he’d last done this, but he kept you steady with a strong hold on your thighs.

He was starting to lose himself tasting you again after all this time. The wetness of your fluids and his spit mixing together had his member aching. Your breaths came out shallow as you watched him. His eyes were closed as his tongue rediscovered you, his fingernails dug into your thighs, hurting in the best way. He licked up to the top of your slit, and began sucking gently.

“A - Ah! Garreth!” You whined as your muscles suddenly tensed and twitched at the sensation. He loved hearing you cry his name like that, and he was eager to get more out of you. But a thought occurred to him, and his body stiffened.

He took his mouth off of you and quickly glanced around. “That Deek fellow’s not here right?”

“He’ll be in the vivarium all night.” You said breathily. “Now keep going.” You grabbed his head and pulled him back to you.

“Right, sorry.” He put his mouth back on you and picked up where he left off.

Your head fell back and you kept one hand on his head, fingers getting a solid grip on his locks. You had started to make the smallest of grinding motions as he kept at you, this was how he always knew you were close. He kept up his tongue patterns and could feel your hips pickup more and more. You let out another whine and gripped his hair with both of your hands then. He held onto your thighs tight when you began to convulse, riding out your pleasure on his face.

You slumped back on the couch, going a little limp, legs sliding off his shoulders. You caught your breath and he wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Still got it.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled as you stood to your feet and he stood with you. Your giggles were muffled when he fused his lips with yours.

You began undoing his buttons, taking off his vest then going for his shirt. You two broke from your kiss and he looked down to help you, both of your fingers shaky and hurried.

He shrugged off his shirt and went back for your lips as it fell to the ground. His hands gripped your hips, turning you so your back would be to him, keeping his mouth on yours until the last second. He then started undoing the back of your dress, planting open mouthed kisses on your shoulder and nipping your skin here and there as he did so. You could only bite your lip in anticipation as you waited for him to finish.

Once you felt the dress was loose enough, you shimmied out of it and turned to face him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and claiming his lips again. He held you flush against him, making you feel how much he needed you through his pants.

You tore your lips from his and started unbuckling his belt. He didn’t help you this time, and just watched in a carnal haze as you went for the last of his clothes. Once you had undone his belt and pants you pulled them down, going to your knees as you did so. He hissed a breath through his teeth when you took him in your mouth and his hand shot up to get a gentle hold on your head.

As your mouth moved up and down his length, his breathing picked up and his insides felt like a furnace. But he didn’t want to finish yet, he wanted to be inside you again. He let his head fall back, enjoying it just a moment longer. Getting close enough to the edge, he looked back down at you and pulled himself away from your mouth. There was a line of spit from your tongue to his tip briefly. When it broke, you wiped it from your chin and looked up at him, your features flushed. He nearly burst at the sight.

You stood to your feet and took his hands in yours, guiding him back to the couch. He followed, completely hypnotized by you. You laid back and pulled him down on top of you. He brought his mouth down on yours heartily as he positioned himself between your legs. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at the two of you about to join. He took his member in his hand and rubbed it along your folds, coating himself in your wetness.

He placed his tip at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You gasped lightly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. It took everything in him to keep his hip thrusts slow and not completely lose himself in you just yet.

“I missed you.” He sighed against your neck. “I missed you so much.”

You mewled softly at his words and the feel of him filling you. Wrapping your arms around him tighter, you wanted to melt into him more than you ever had before. “I love you.”

"Mmh." With a low groan, he hitched your legs up a bit higher around him, picking up the pace and grinding into you at an even better angle. "Say that again…"

"I love you." You whimpered as his hips picked up the pace, making you unable to speak as clearly as before.

"I love you." He said back. His breathing heavy in your ear as he tried to bury himself even deeper inside you with each thrust.

The noises you were making had his control start to fray at the seams. Grunts began to escape him as his hips pounded into you. He was nearing his climax again.

“Not yet not yet.” You said breathily, trying to push him back a bit. He nodded his head, a little delirious, but his mind still functioned enough to know you wanted to swap positions. The two of you adjusted so that he was the one on his back and you were on top. He caught his breath as he edged away from finishing again.

You straddled him, careful not to put him back in you yet. You leaned down and kissed him. He placed one hand on your hip while the other had a grip in your hair, holding you to him like this until he felt he was ready to go again.

“Alright.” He whispered against your lips after a moment, and you shifted back. He let out a slow exhale as you sunk yourself onto him, gripping your hips.

He was in you fully again, and your heat surrounding him as he lied back was bliss. You began to move up and down on him, resting your hands on his chest as you did so. As much as he wanted you to enjoy yourself up there for as long as your heart desired, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with this view of you bouncing on him as you were.

A throaty groan escaped him. "I’m almost there... Keep going.” He panted, furrowing his brows and looking down at your slit going up and down his length. “Fuck I’m about to -”

You withdrew from him and moved to take him in your mouth, he shot his hands to your head and held you on him as he released in your throat, grunting and spasming until there was nothing left.

You swallowed him as you sat up, then wiped at your mouth. “Still got it.”

Garreth scoffed and threw an arm over his eyes while he recovered, using his free hand to rub your thigh. “Don’t mock me, I’m too vulnerable right now.”

You adjusted so that you were laying on top of him, he held you in his arms and ran his fingers lightly along your back. He looked up at the ceiling, completely at ease as you traced little shapes on his chest. He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

“Is the ball still going?” You asked.

“I think so.” He answered, his voice a little raspy.

“Want to go back before it ends?”

“Not particularly. Do you?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Good, I want to stay like this a bit longer.”

You nodded your head and sighed. “Me too. After everything… after that last challenge…” Garreth held you tighter, not wanting you to think about such a horrific memory. “Tonight was everything. Thank you.”

Garreth placed his lips on top of your head. Then decided he wanted to be like this with you for more than just a bit longer. “Let me grab my wand.” You nodded your head and shifted so he could get up and search his clothes. “Ah, it’s in my coat.” He picked up his pants and put them back on. “I’ll be right back.”

You sat up to move towards your dress.

“No. Stay right where you are, exactly as you are.” He picked up his shirt, slipping it back on and only doing a few of his buttons.

You smiled and laid back down on the couch as he walked off.

It didn’t take long for Garreth to find his coat. He saw the baby puffskein and baby mooncalf napping on it, and decided to just grab his wand and leave it.

Once he did, he glanced around for the moonstone he thought he saw earlier while running for his life from you. A smile tugged at his lips thinking back on it.

Turning the moonstone he found into a large, furry blanket, he made his way back to you.

“Don’t worry this blanket came from moonstone.” He said as he splayed it out over you. “No magical beasts were harmed conjuring this.”

“Thank you.” You sighed gratefully, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself.

He shot you a smile as he undid his shirt, taking it off again. As he started undoing his belt and pants, he looked at the couch and furrowed his brows. “The couch wasn’t that big before, was it?”

You stiffened and used the blanket to hide your grin.

“Did you enlarge it?”

“No.” Your voice was muffled under the blanket.

“You had your wand this whole time?”

You turned away from him on the couch.

His eyes went wide at you as he pulled down his pants. “You minx! You just let me go out in the cold like that?” He came up and slid under the blanket behind you, pulling you back against him and closing his eyes. He sighed, exhausted. “To think I could have stayed naked this whole time...”

“I tried to get it but you told me to stay where I was.” You argued, the sleepiness clear as day in your voice.

He hummed in amusement. “I did, didn’t I? I’m such an idiot.” He cackled, sleepiness also coming through in his voice.

“No, you’re sweet.”

It didn’t take long at all for you two to fall asleep in each other’s arms. Dealing with Deek stumbling upon you two and possibly telling his Aunt Matilda seemed like a morning problem.

#garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x you #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x fem reader #garreth weasley angst

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milesdickpic · 4 months

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P.83

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Hi, my loves! We are back with another chapter!!! I really need to catch up with writing. I have been so busy 🤪 Brb gonna watch Top Gun for some Motivation! I love you all so much! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: You and Bradley have something important to ask of Phoenix, Hangman, and Austin, What will it be? Bradley returns to work for the first time in uniform since the accident. 🫣😳

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: cursing, crying, anxiousness, some sadness, but so much happiness and love 🥰

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Bradley’s POV

Austin and Phoenix came in through the front door with bags of groceries. Leia was in the backyard running around with Gunner. Hangman and I were sitting on the couch with the boys. Hangman was hunched over Little Bradley on the couch while he was laying in his lap. He was playing peek-a-boo with him. Even though baby boy had no idea what was going on. I’m pretty sure his eyes were closed 98% of the time Bagman was playing with him.

“Sup guys,” Austin called over and nodded his head at Hangman and me as he placed some grocery bags onto the counter.

I nodded and waved back over to him. “What’s up, Aus. Phoenix my girl, my favorite wing-woman. Thank you for doing y/n and I a solid this morning and cleaning up for us.” She came over and grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on my knuckles.

“Anything for y/n and the boys, Bradshaw.” She winked and leaned over the couch to look at Luke passed out on my lap. She cooed over him. “Oooooh look at the little man sleep. Is that Luke or Bradley?”

I chuckled. “Luke.”

Hangman interjected. “Bradley boy has a new and cool gift from his mama and daddy.” He picked up little Bradley and handed him off to Phoenix.

“Huh.” Phoenix raised her brows and nodded. “What is your new and cool gift Bradley boy?” She said in a baby voice as she grabbed him and covered his chubby cheeks in kisses.

“Hazel. Eyes.” Hangman smiled and looked back at Phoenix.

Phoenix raised her brow and readjusted Brad against her chest. She looked over at me and was looking for approval. “Hazel eyes??”

I nodded. “He’s got some dreamy hazel eyes. The perfect combination of mine and y/n’s eyes.”

Her eyes went wide as she carefully held baby Brad in her hands. Austin joined and looked at him in Phoenix’s hands. He opened his eyes and his eyes were glistening at them both. They were mesmerized by his piercing hazel eyes.

“Oh, man. Look at those.” Austin chuckled and rubbed his index knuckle against Brad’s cheek. “Those are beautiful.”

“There is a new secret weapon in town and it is this little man.” Phoenix was smiling at baby Brad in her hands. “Look out world. Luke and Bradley are going to steal your girls.”

I laughed and shook my head. “He is the only one with Hazel eyes. Luke has green eyes like Leia and me.”

Austin and Phoenix both looked at me shocked. “So then you’re gonna be able to tell them apart forever?” Austin chuckled.

“And you won’t have to like call the hospital and beg one day for their original fingerprints to try and tell them apart when they’re 13 because you are having second thoughts about possibly mixing them up when they were 6 months old?” She raised her brows.

I started to laugh. “God, that would have been a fun and great story one day if that were the case. But, we, unfortunately.” I rolled my eyes. “Won’t get the chance to mix them up because they have that difference.”

Hangman shrugged his shoulders. “I still think we are going to mix you, Leia, Little B, and Luke up because you are all carbon copies.”

I rolled my eyes and stood up as I brought Luke to my chest. “On that note.” I handed a sleeping Luke to Austin. “Would you all watch my kids for a second? Leia is out back with Gunner playing. I need to go check on my wife. Make sure she’s okay.”

Austin and Phoenix took a seat on the couch with the boys and Hangman headed out back with Leia and Gunner.

I ran up the stairs and opened the door quietly to see the bed fixed and empty.

“Sweetheart? You in the bathroom?” I entered the room and closed the door behind me.

You came out from the closet with your hair wrapped up in a towel and one of my shirts on. “God, I haven’t fit into one of your shirts like this since before I was pregnant with the boys.” You giggled and came over to me and placed a kiss on my lips.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around you. “Sleep good, baby?”

You nodded and smiled up at me. “I did. Thank you so much, Bradley. I really needed that.”

I kissed you again and rubbed your back. “Anything for you, sweetheart. I knew you needed some rest. You did so much last night and these last 9 almost 10 months. I owed it to you.”

You hummed and laid on my chest. “Where are the kiddos?”

I laid my head on top of yours and embraced you tightly. “They are all downstairs. Being taken good care of.” You nodded and looked up at me.

“I’m going to finish getting ready. I’ll meet you downstairs in 20. We have our big news to share with the three adults downstairs.” You raised your brows and turned around to continue to get ready.

“Oooo. You are right. The godparents.” I smiled and placed one more kiss on your cheek as I gripped your hips. “See you downstairs in a bit, mama.”

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I rejoined the future godparents and the kids downstairs. Leia had just come back in from the backyard with Gunner. Hangman was washing her hands in the kitchen. Gunner was wedged in between Austin and Phoenix trying to smell the boys.

I sat in one of the single sofas across from the couch and watched Phoenix, Hangman’s, and Austin’s interactions with the kids. I smiled seeing how much they cared for them. I knew you and I were making a great choice in choosing them to be there for our kids for the rest of their lives. I looked down and started to think about when we would go back to San Diego and everyone else would get to meet the boys and see Leia again. Man… I couldn’t wait. You and I were the luckiest people in the world to have everyone we had in our lives.

Hangman made his way over with Leia. He sat next to Austin on the couch with Leia in his lap. She leaned over carefully as she watched her little brothers sleep. She softly started to rub Luke’s head.

You finally made your way down and greeted everyone.

“Hey Good afternoon, Mrs. Bradshaw!” Hangman laughed and he grabbed your hand.

You made your way over and kissed all three kids on their heads.

“Hey, mama. How did you sleep?” Phoenix reached her hand out for yours and interlocked your fingers with hers.

You smiled and let out a relaxing sigh. “I slept great. Thank you all so much for taking care of the kiddos to let me sleep in a little bit.”

Austin grabbed your other hand and placed a little kiss on it. “Anything for the hardworking mama!”

You giggled and looked over at me. I gestured for you to come and sit on my lap. You made your way over and sat with me. I wrapped my arms around your waist and you cleared your throat.

“Sooooo.” You smiled at all of them before looking at me.

They all looked at each other confused.

I peeked my head around your body and smiled. “We have a surprise for you all.”

They all furrowed their brows at you and me. Leia popped up from Jake’s lap startling Gunner. “Are we having more babies!?”

Austin, Phoenix, and Hangman looked at Leia with wide eyes and then shared the same look with us. You started to laugh and so did I.

“God. Y’all move quickly. Didn’t waste any time.” Hangman pursed his lips together and shook his head at us. He looked disgusted. The whales.

You shook your head and leaned back against me. “Definitely no more babies.”

“For now.” I smiled. You rolled your eyes at me and looked back to the group.

“Bradley and I wanted to ask the three of you.” You looked at Jake and smiled. “And Sarah.” He smiled back at you. “If you would do Bradley and me the honor of being the boy’s godparents.” You bit your lip nervously as you waited for their answers.

They were all stunned and were lost for words.

Phoenix looked down at baby Brad sleeping in her arms. She bit her lip as it quivered. She looked back up at you and me as she wiped her tears. “I would love that more than anything.” She placed kisses on baby boy's cheeks as she held him close.

Austin smiled and was holding back his tears. “Are you serious?”

Hangman was just staring into space in the boy’s direction. You broke down, “I’m dead serious… What do you all think?” I held you close and waited for all of them to reply.

“YES!” Phoenix nodded in excitement as she embraced baby Brad to her chest. Austin smiled at you and me with tearful eyes.

“I would be honored to be a godfather of one of these little guys.” He wiped the inner corner of his eyes.

Hangman was still silent. I looked over at him and leaned forward against your back. “Bagman?” I raised my brow at him and smirked. He looked up at me with his lips pushed together. “What do you say, wingman?”

He opened his mouth slightly about to say something and then looked down. He licked his lips and pushed them back together. Leia patted the top of his head. “Uncle Jakey?”

Hangman looked back up at Leia and smiled. He looked back over at you and me. “I would love to. Thank you.” He bit his lower lip and looked down. “Thank you for this. Seriously.”

I chuckled. “I wouldn’t and they wouldn’t be here without you.” He looked up at me quickly and started to cry slightly. I gave him a reassuring smile. “Thank you, Seresin.”

He smiled at me and looked back over at the boys. You wiped your tears, “So it’s settled. Of course, after you ask Sarah, Jake.”

Hangman smiled back at you and nodded. “I know she would love to. So which lucky man do I get?” He chuckled.

You looked back at me and nodded. I cleared my throat. “Our little Luke.”

Phoenix gasped and placed her hand over her mouth. “Aus, that means we have little Braddie boy.” She poked his nose and hugged him. “But I will and always will be here for both of you boys.”

Austin and Hangman nodded. “I agree.” They both said in unison.

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Your POV

It has been a couple of weeks since the boys were born, you and Bradley were starting to adjust to their daily routine. On the days that Bradley was gone for physical therapy, you had Austin to lean on for some help.

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You came home from your check up appointment with the doctor. Bradley was off today and watched the kids while you were out. When you came home you were thrown off with a surprise. Bradley was carrying both of the boys in his arms with Leia clinging onto his back dancing around the kitchen to I Was Made For Lovin’ You by Kiss.

Him and Leia were singing to the boys as he was dancing around. “I was made for lovin’ you babies! You were made for lovin’ me! And I can’t get enough of you babies!”

You gasped as you put your purse on the counter. “Bradley and Leia Rey Bradshaw.” They both looked at you with wide eyes as they stopped singing mid-sentence and stopped dancing.

“Uh Oh, daddy.” Leia hopped off of Bradley’s back and smiled at you awkwardly. “hi momma.”

You started to laugh as you walked over and kissed her head. “Leia Rey.” You squinted your eyes and walked over to Bradley. He was cradling the boys in his arms and standing completely still. “Bradley Nicolas Bradshaw.” You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, “What do we have here?” You laughed and shook your head as you grabbed Luke from Bradley’s arms.

“Hello, sweetheart.” Bradley already knew you were going to scold him.

“Bradley. You are still recovering and you have all three kids clinging to you.” You kissed Luke on his forehead making him smile.

“Sweetheart.” Bradley cleared his throat, “I am fine. I promise.”

You raised your brows and squinted your eyes at him. “I know you are, but I need you to be extra careful. Especially if you want to fly again, babe.”

Bradley smiled and chuckled. “Baby. That is why we are dancing.”

You raised one brow and look up at him as you placed another kiss on Luke’s head. Leia came over and wrapped her arms around you. “Momma. Daddy got cleared to fly.” She said in a little whisper.

You gasped and held Luke’s head to your chest as you covered his ear. “BRADLEY!” Your mouth was in a wide smile and you started to bounce up and down. “REALLY!?”

He started to laugh as he nodded his head. “OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD!”

You bit your lip and smiled at him. “YESSSS!”

He shook his head as he was laughing. He grabbed Luke from your grasp and cradled him next to baby Bradley. “I start ground training tomorrow. Gonna start going through the exercises to get me ready for flying again.”

You put your hands over your mouth, “YES FINALLY!” You jumped around with Leia, “well crank up the music! We are celebrating again!”

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Bradley’s POV

It was my first official day back at work. I woke up at 0400, so that I could feed the boys and then get ready. They were both fast asleep. I went to the mini fridge in the corner of the room that we had set up. I grabbed two bottles of your milk and placed them in the mini micro above the fridge to nuke it. As they warmed up I grabbed little Brad from his bassinet. I bounced him in my arms gave him kisses. I laid him on my empty side of the bed as I went and grabbed Luke from his bassinet. After I laid them down together, I went and grabbed the bottles. I checked the temperature for both before placing them into their mouths.

I got on my knees on the floor by the edge of the bed as I held both bottles to the boys’ mouths. “You boys are getting so big. It’s ridiculous. Please stop growing. Daddy wants you boys to stay babies forever.” I let out a little chuckle, “Before I know it, you boys are gonna wanna go flying with Papa Mav. Just like your big sister Leia.”

I watched them with tears in my eyes as they finished their bottles. I picked them both up and placed them on my chest as I sat against the headboard of the bed. I began to burp them, burping was an understatement. They both belch like grown men. After their burping, I changed their diapers and placed them back into their bassinets. I kissed each of them as they fell back to sleep.

“Daddy loves you so much, boys.”

I started to get ready for work.

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After cleaning up, I put on my whites and opted for the short sleeve shirt. I grabbed my hat and held it between my arm and waist. I went and placed a kiss on your head. “I’m leaving now, baby. I’ll see you tonight. I love you.”

You opened your eyes and smiled. “I’ll miss you, Brad. Have a good day and be safe please. I love you so much.” You reached your arms up and gave me a hug.

“The boys are fed and changed. So get some sleep, babe.” I moved your hair from your face and gave you another kiss. “Bye, baby. I love you.”

You waved bye to me as I left the room. I went and gave our sleeping Leia a kiss. Then met with Phoenix and Hangman downstairs.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Hangman had a smirk on his face while he sipped his coffee. “Looking good, Rooster.” He held his mug up to me and winked.

“Seresin. Good morning.” I chuckled as Phoenix handed me a mug.

“Are you ready for today, Bradshaw?” She smiled as she sipped her coffee.

I sighed and sipped my coffee, “More than ready. I’ve been waiting for this moment for nearly 6 months. I hope I can get back in the pit before we are sent back to San Diego.”

Hangman nodded his head. “Well, you have plenty of time to get into the pit. I have confidence you’ll get in there, but if you can’t, you always have more time in San Diego. Take your time and don’t rush it. Take it day by day, Rooster. We are all here for you.”

“Thanks you guys. I definitely will get a feel for it today. See how it goes from here. But today is day one.”

They both patted me on the back and we all put our mugs away. “Well then, let’s go and start day one.”

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Your POV

It was your first full day of watching the boys and Leia solo without Bradley. Thankfully you had Austin who was helping occasionally, but you ultimately wanted to try on your own. It went smoothly, a couple of blowouts from Luke, but nothing out of the normal. You looked over at the clock and it was 4:30.

Austin was making dinner with Leia, as you laid the boys down for their nap. “They should all be home soon, huh darlin?” Austin asked as he munched on a carrot.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around Leia. “Yup! Give them another 30 and they’ll be here.” You laid on Leia’s shoulder. “Thank you for helping with your brothers today, babe. You helped mommy so much.” You kissed her cheek over and over again as she stirred dinner and giggled.

“You’re welcome momma. I love helping with my brothers!”

Austin patted her head and smiled at you. “Best sister ever.” You and him laughed as they continued dinner.

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Bradley, Phoenix, and Jake finally made it home. They all came in laughing. Austin went over to greet them as you and Leia finished setting the table. You could hear Austin shushing everyone as they came into the dinning area. The boys were still asleep for their nap.

“Where are my boys?” Bradley whispered as he came over and gave you and Leia a kiss on the head.

“They’re asleep in their bassinets.” You looked over in their direction. Their bassinets were set up by the couches.

Bradley went and washed his hands before he made his way over to the boys. Phoenix and Jake followed behind. They all went to give the boys kisses as they slept. Phoenix and Jake came over to the table to start eating with Leia and Austin.

You walked over to Bradley and laid your head against his shoulder. “Look at ‘‘em sleep, Brad.”

You smiled as you caressed baby Brad's cheek.

“They’re perfect. Just like you and Leia Rey.” He gave both of them kisses before he turned to you and smiled. “Thank you for this life baby. I wouldn’t be here without you.”

You smiled and he held your face in his hands. “Thank you for coming back and loving me like we never parted. I love you, always.”

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Besties, I suck at proofreading, please let me know if I left any *Hazes* in there. It was gonna be a nickname for Baby Brad but I changed my mind LOL. Buuuut AAAHHH! Godparents! The boys are so lucky to have them all in their lives 🥰 I'll see you all in the next chapter! 💕

The boys' godparents are in the comments 🥰

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 7 months

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Can you write jealous Fenrys with some fluff at the end?🥰

Okay... this took a turn... I apologize but it did 😂

Jealous

He trusted you. There was not an ounce of fear in his heart that you would leave him. He knew you. Knew in ways no one did. No one could. No one would get to. But oh, did it grind Fenrys's gear, when he had to watch males twirling around you like moths around a glass of ale. Was his scent not there? Didn't they feel it lingering? The smell of a mate. The smell of a male that had her. Had her in more than one way.

But he had told himself that he was not going to become like those other territorial bastards. He was not gonna try to fuel his pride by jumping into pointless tassels over you. What was there to prove? You never entertained the males. You always came back to him.

"That girl of yours... Man, bet she rocks your world", a stranger clapped Fenrys on the shoulder as he walked by, barely standing on his feet. Lorcan let out a low laugh and Fenrys was quick to send him a death glare. "No, but tell us, how much does she rock your world?", Lorcan asked and it took all of his strength for Fenrys to not jump over the table and tackle Lorcan to the ground.

The uneasy tightness ripped at Fenrys's chest. It didn't help that your relationship was new too. Fenrys had known you for decades yes but only recently had you finally lowered your guards and took a step forward with him. So Fenrys, maker, and all the stars above, he didn't want to come up as possessive. But each and every cell in his body screamed in desire to keep you close.

To be able to touch you at any given moment. To be able to sense your presence near. To know. To know that he had finally found him forever. Had found his happiness in you.

His senses suddenly flood out. Bubbling over the top. The music got too loud. The laughter around him made him want to rip at his ears. Fenrys gripped the table tightly his fea hearing betraying him as all he could focus on now were males talking. "Look at her hips", "Can you imagine just how good she would look...", with that Fenrys jumps up. Hand ripping at the collar of his shirt. He looked like a lost pup, twisting and turning until he practically fell through the door. "Get, Y/N", Gavriel said coldly as he followed the boy. Lorcan raised to his feet in a heartbeat.

You had Lorcan's cloak on as you rushed through the street. Letting your senses guide you. The situation was scarcely explained to you by Lorcan, and you had indeed shown him a middle finger for teasing your boyfriend like that. But he had also been the one to say that all this could be because of a suppressed mating bond. A frenzy of emotions that reached its highest climax.

You eased a breath as you noticed Gavriel and Fenrys standing by the dock. Fenrys was pacing aimlessly. Hand in the air while Gavriel just stood there. A calming presence. A shore for the wave to crash on. "Fen...", you breathed out, his eyes instantly turned towards you but then his eyebrows crunched. "Take it off, that, that off", he stepped closer, trying to get hold of Lorcan's cloak that covered your body. A gesture with no bad intentions. Just the timing now was wrong.

You shrugged it off, letting it pool on the damp concrete. Gavriel stepped between the two of you, "I think this here might be...", he stated but you still walked closer to Fenrys. "Lorcan told me. I got this", you reassured the lion. Those suppressed frenzies were rare. Just as rare as mates hurting each other in an outburst of emotions. You reached for Fanrys who was breathing heavily. Guiding his arms to lay upon your body.

"I'm here", you muttered, "I'm with you", your eyes searched his. "They all...", Fenrys breathed out, eyes darting to the tavern. But you quickly guided his face towards you. "Ground yourself", you said softly. You laced your hands around his torso, melting into his strong chest. Fenrys let out a deep growl. His hands held onto your hips. The roaring in his head faded. Filled with the sensation of your heart beating.

You looked up to him, "I'm yours. Body and soul. They all can talk all they want", you stated firmly now. You needed him to believe it too. As much as you did. "Because even if the world was ending, I'd still be yours", you reached deep within yourself. Flowing deep within your senses where a bond you knew lurked was. Pulling at it softly. Awakening it. Wanting nothing more but to link your life to Fenrys's forever. The white wolf let out a deep sigh as that big black void filled with you. A feeling of you. He rested his forehead on yours. Breathing finally back to normal. You smiled at him sweetly. "I'm afraid I'm even more in the mood to rip them apart for their words now", Fenrys snickered but you only rolled your eyes. "On that note, I'll walk myself out", Gavriel chipped, making you both turn his way. Fenrys let out a low growl but you pulled at his hand, laughing.

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richeeduvie · 14 days

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Lalo being horny and fucking obsessed with Princesa 😍🥰

Rounds

NSFW DRABBLE: 18PLUS - Smut, breeding kink, descriptions of cum and blood. feet stuff? Accidently hurt!Reader. Princesa cries and Lalo's horny about it, and also guilty. What a mix.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

You were drunk before you were out of it. With how Lalo fucks you deep.

Sleepy in how unsober you were.

"I can't wait for you to go fully grey. Don't tell me I said that when I'm not drunk."

He didn't do much with humor as you stumbled and mumbled in words, but you weren't going to be the one to notice how...heavily Lalo took to staring at you in the dark and silence. How much he would blame you for how you moved your hips on his lap. But you really were trying to find a good way to sleep on him.

You think, if he keeps fucking you, you'll fall asleep with his cock inside you. You don't think he'll stop stretching you out, making you leak.

It's wet, fast sounds of his balls slamming into you. Everything's messy. Maybe you'd be worried about the mess if you weren't whimpering, head thrown back. If he could just keep fucking you like this forever.

No, making love. Lalo finds it cute when you call it making love, if you're brave enough to refer to sex when you're not having it - even when his fingers are digging into you.

It's the third, or fourteenth position you've been in. You don't know, but you're sure you were kneeling at some point, your face is sticky with dried cum. But so is your stomach, so you'll just assume you've been fucked into nothing for the past hour or so.

Lalo's done with the dirty talk, the degradation you think. At least for now, he's keeping to heavy, even breathing with the sweat of his forehead pressed to yours.

You breathe your whimpers into Lalo, legs crossed and drawn up to your stomach as he leans over. It's a sharp pain along your neck with how his thumb presses in the jab of the throat. And the nape. But it feels beautiful. You're full again and again with how he fucks himself into you, his cock stretching you out with every quick, impossible thrust.

"There's nowhere you can go. Nowhere you can go."

Lalo's hips move into you, pressing his palm flat over your stomach.

Right where he wants to be. His little whore can just stay in this bed for the rest of her life. She don't need anything else. You're simple like that. His simple, perfect Princesa.

He's gonna fuck little Salamanca into you, make nowhere to go something even more true.

It's like he's saying to himself as his thumb runs over your belly button.

"Lalo."

Your toes curl and you clench down on Lalo's cock as he lifts himself from the lean over. He uncrosses your legs from your stomach, drawing them up to place your feet on his chest. Your knees are bent together, the way his cock feels inside you hits your used insides softer, but longer in the stroke.

He just needs more of this, more of Princesa. More of Princesa. More bebés to put inside of you so you don't go anywhere. But you wouldn't, you love him too much. You love him too much that you can't even say it - his shy whore of a woman he fucks.

More of Princesa.

Lalo's palm engulfs your knee, pushing your thighs into your stomach and breasts as his another hand comes up to his lips. He licks his thumb, your eyes only widen in only just realizing the shiny and white, thick coat of his seed comes to his tongue.

"I don't know how you drink that down, Princesa."

Lalo tilts his head back when you squeeze around his cock.

"You just like it so much, huh? Could drink it all day."

He wipes your cheek and presses his thumb to your lips. You suck, he coos. Your body jerks with a whining keen, but it's impossible to move with how he has your body against his. His thrusts slip in and out of you at a brutal pace that kills every thought that isn't how much you need this - how much of that little whore you are. You'll be every name in the book if it means Lalo will let you suck his thumb with his cock stretching you out.

It's a salty, warm taste on your tongue as you suck mindlessly. You feel something like that on the other end. A wet, warm tongue harsh on your toes.

Your heart, your body feels like a stupid-worn smile. But you do smile dazily. Stupidly - with every breath coming louder. One hot, big hand holds your knee, the other on your ankle before he stuffs your mouth with his thumb again. He sucks on your foot with his cock growing thicker inside you, every thrust in the deepest, wettest parts of your body.

More.

This is just where you belong, stretched and fucked out on Lalo's cock as he takes care of you. He's taking care of you. He's the handsomest man and he's so warm, his cock feels so good on your insides that you clench as tight as you think you can. You moan, whimper it out with the bite of your lip. More. Lalo's taking care of you. His tongue, his cock, his hands - it feels perfect in the heat of your body.

Your thigh tremble, the heat inside you boils low. Your body is begging for his cum again. And it will again when he spurts inside of you.

But then...even in how out of it you are with a dazy-stupid smile, Lalo's teeth becomes the thumb and finger bruising your neck. It's a focused sucking. There's no tease.

But something familiar comes with how he unfurls - how Lalo fucks you harder, pulling out and thrusting back in, the sounds filthy as he slams into you fast, sharp, but full pain at the hilt of your pussy. You moan long and low and press your thighs further into your stomach and breasts for when you cum on Lalo.

You bite down, whimpering.

Lalo bites down too and at first, it's not enough to get you sober. It's more of something to make your head roll and feel small, his submissive nothing of a person. His person. You can't be anything else.

But he's fucking your through his orgasm, hot and cum spurting into you as his teeth come down on your toes harsher - longer. No air in his mouth, just a wet bite.

Filling up your belly. More. Fucking whore. Perfect Princesa.

You're in need, in survival sorts of an aftermath for him to kiss you.

"Lal-"

But Lalo bites down.

"Ow!"

Even with you pulling your foot away in pain, it's like that strikes something in Lalo - you don't know what, it's just your foot.

...Your bleeding foot he can't let go of. He pulls you to his body, pressing you into his softening cock with aggression. Not knowing, you don't think? But you don't think.

You were taken care of and now...you're bleeding. It hurts.

Why did he do that?

"Lalo. It hurts."

You watch as Lalo blinks himself open. He stares at the red, the broken skin that stings. It hurts. You watch through this blurriness before you realize it's hot tears.

"Lalo."

"...Princesa. What did you do?"

...What?

"What?"

"...You were too pretty tonight, sweet girl. Your guy's sorry - what did I do to your poor little toes?"

You flinch at the sting when Lalo tries to manage the small, bleeding wound on your foot. It's sore. And he bit you.

"Lalo, why'd you do that?"

"I just-" You wipe your eyes, tears coming quicker. "Princesa, I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't stain your cheeks, I'll take care of you...I got like you for a second. I'm just stronger, hm?"

Lalo doesn't know he's like a shark to her blood, he doesn't know that goes up against the way his guilt sits hot in his chest - in the pit of his body. He didn't hurt you. He means...he did, but he was just too all over your pretty toes. He got caught up. The guy is sure he's allowed to be a fool sometimes.

That doesn't stop him from breathing hard when you try to leave him. Leave him hurt, where he can't take care of what he did to you.

"I have to clean it-"

"I'll clean it. I'll take care of you. I..."

Lalo holds your ankle up against his chest. You swallow in pain and in the silence. When he puts his forehead to your foot, something like being in thought. The hold on your ankle grows tighter.

"You know I didn't mean to hurt you. I wouldn't make you bleed on me unless you asked, Princesa."

"But you did."

Lalo looks up with a quick lift of his head.

His eyes are still, black - but something somehow shifts. It makes you cold in the wet, messy heat.

Lalo, after a long bit of nothing, crosses your calves on your stomach. Your knee presses into your breast as he leans over. You turn your head as he threads his hand on the side of your scalp.

You mm, something like a whine. Pathetic and tired, a half-sort of fight with your arm bent to curl your fist on his pec. Lalo holds you elbow.

"I'll take care of it, sweet girl."

You cry a bit more, eyes small with your lips thin.

You want him to, you want to give in so badly, but it hurts and it's because he got too caught up.

You can't cry without Lalo forcing you to look at him. He leans further, forehead on yours.

"You know I'll take care of my mess. You can stay mad at me all you like - but I'll clean it up, I'll...I'll get you soft."

You mm a denial when he tries to push his thumb past your lips, but he does it anyway. You think he groans something harsh out when your head moves back and forth to miss his finger. But Lalo presses his thumb a shush. It's so wrongfully...

Or rightfully, deservedly soothing. You're not sober enough to be insecure.

"I can't have you denying me, even if I'm being a bastard. But look, you're already feeling better."

Lalo rubs his hand over your hair. Sleepily, you hate to say you are. But then he's whispering things at your ear, his soft cock still inside you with the sting and smell of cold metal fading.

The dried red on his mustache in the morning is enough of a sign that he's taken of you, whether you know it or not.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #madman!au #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul fanfic

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jennay · 8 months

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Noah Sebastian x reader

Request: I've got a fluffy one with Noah!! You've been best friends forever, and one day, Noah looks over old pictures of you guys and realizes that he's in love 🥰

An: this is around 3-4k and it's the longest thing I've written on here. I loved this idea so much. 🖤

Noah Master List

Noah didn't want to tell you the bad news. He didn't think you would take it well, but much to his surprise, you acted like you didn't care.

You didn't want him to feel guilty, so you put on a brave face and pretended it didn't matter. "It's okay." You give him a reassuring smile. "We've celebrated so many birthdays together, one more or less won't make a difference." You wrap your arm around his and pull him along. "Let's make the most of our time?"

"Really? You're not mad?" He asks, sounding doubtful but following your lead.

"I know you have a lot going on, and you need to show up at these things." You say, stopping in front of an old building with a sign that says 'Antiques.' You'd always loved browsing through the dusty shelves and finding hidden gems from the past.

Noah, on the other hand, hated the smell and the clutter of these places, but he never complained when you dragged him along.

"Come on, let's go treasure hunting." You say, pushing open the door and stepping inside.

"It smells like my grandma's attic," Noah whispers to you, keeping his hands in his pockets and looking around nervously. He always acted like he was afraid of catching some ancient disease.

"Stop." You laugh, "You're literally so dramatic."

You unlock your arm from his and walk into one of the sections filled with stuff from the 1950s. You loved the feel of the fabrics between your fingers, the smell of old perfume and dust, and the thrill of discovering hidden gems among the piles of clothes.

You told everyone you would reinvent the style and wear them, but you never did. Instead, they collected dust and stayed in boxes. You always told people it was because your apartment was too small for such a big project, but the truth was, you just didn't have time for all your hobbies.

Noah watched you with amusement, wondering what was going through your mind. He'd known you for a lifetime, yet you still surprised him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him watching. "You look awkward, Noah. Can you at least pretend to look at something? They're gonna think you're casing the place."

He saunters closer, standing behind you and leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder, "I hate this place."

You pick up another shirt, holding it in front of you, and observe the fun pattern, wondering if it's worth it. "Do you think I should get this?"

Noah stands straight and gently grabs the shirt from your hands and holds the shirt close to your chest, imagining what it would look like on you. "I like it, but I think your boobs are too big." He laughs. "I don't think it's going to fit."

"My boobs aren't even that big." You say, shrugging your shoulders; you grab the shirt back, folding it and setting it down.

You notice his eyes falling to your chest as he says, "They are!"

You cross your arms over your chest, a light laughter falling from your lips, "Stop looking at them!" You snap your fingers at his face, "My eyes are up here!"

"Sorry, but the denial is extreme."

You tilt your head back, looking at the ceiling, praying for the strength not to murder him right then and there. "Let's get out of here; I'm not asking you for advice ever again."

Noah laughs, following you down the aisle, and when you reach the door, he gladly reaches out, holding it open. "After you." He smiles goofy as he showcases the world outside.

He inhales the fresh air, glad to leave the musty store behind. "How about a drink?" He gestures to the bar down the street. "Or are you ready to call it a night?"

"Let's go to my place instead. I still have some beer from the last time you were over. And I found these old photos of us when I was packing. You have to see them!"

He freezes on the sidewalk and gapes at you. "Packing?" His voice croaks, and his smile quickly fades.

Your eyes widen. "Shit." You say under your breath. "Noah, I…let me explain."

He blinks at you a few times, waiting for you to start explaining, but you can't find the words.

You and Noah never kept secrets from each other, and his heart sank at your words. He feels anxious as he wonders why you're moving and why you didn't tell him sooner.

You two had been inseparable since childhood, growing up in the same neighborhood in Virginia, and when he moved away, you followed him. You had never lived more than half an hour apart.

"I meant to tell you, but I knew you'd freak out, and I had this whole speech planned." You say, trying to sound casual. You hope he'll understand you're not abandoning him but just trying something new.

He shakes his head and walks away from you towards his car. He presses a button, and the doors unlock.

"You can explain in the car." He says coldly.

He's angry you didn't trust him enough to tell him sooner and feels betrayed by your secrecy.

You fasten your seat belt, feeling a knot in your stomach. The silence between you and Noah is deafening. You wish he would say something, anything, to break the tension.

Noah rests his head on his hand on the middle console and steers the car with the other. His expression is blank, but you can sense his resentment. "Where are you moving? Is it far?" He asks, his voice flat.

"Washington." You manage to squeak out.

He straightens up and grips the wheel with both hands. He glances at you when he stops at a red light. His brown eyes are cold and distant. "That's two states away from me." He says, his tone bitter.

You sigh heavily, "My brother offered me a job, and with it being a new company, I want to help. He helped me through some pretty hard times." You pause, remembering how your brother was always there for you when you needed him. "I wanna help him out now that he needs it." You say softly, hoping he will see how much this means to you.

You glance at him, hoping to see some understanding in his face.

"What about me?" He quietly asks, his voice cracking slightly. "You're okay with just peacin out on me?" He stares at you with disbelief.

"It's not like that." You try to explain, but your voice trembles. "Noah, you do this to me all the time. Every year four the last four years, to be exact." You look away from him, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. Arguing with him was your least favorite thing to do.

He rolls his eyes, "My job is touring, and I always come back!" He reminds you, raising his voice slightly. "And when I'm not working, I spend time with you!"

He pulls into your apartment complex, but you don't respond to his words. There was no use in adding gasoline to the fire.

You unclick your belt and open the door. On a typical day, this is where Noah would get out and meet you in front of the car and give you the biggest bear hug telling you he will see you soon, or he would come upstairs and have a few drinks while the two of you played games and laughed your asses off, but Noah won't even look at you after you.

You shut the car door and walk around to his window. He rolls it down and numbly looks at you. You hate this. You hate hurting him like this. "I know you're mad, and I'm sorry. I should've told you a long time ago. Before I started packing." You say in a shaky voice. "I didn't mean to upset you."

He nods, biting his lip. He doesn't know what to say to you. He feels like he's losing you.

"Can you wait a minute? I have something for you." You ask him, hoping he will accept your gift.

He studies you for a second, noticing the fear in your eyes. He doesn't want you to be afraid of him, but he's angry, too. "Yeah." He says softly, giving you a weak smile.

Noah waits for you in the car, lost in his thoughts. Is he wrong for feeling this way? Does he have the right to be upset?

You come back with an envelope in your hand. You hand it to him through the window. "These are some photos of us. I thought you might like them." You say with a sad smile. "I made copies so you can keep these."

He takes the envelope from you but doesn't open it. He looks at you with a conflicted expression. "Thanks." He says quietly. "I'll look at them when I get home."

Noah was curled up on the couch, his eyes glued to his favorite show. He knew it was a futile attempt to distract himself from the pain of losing you.

The envelope you gave him lay on the coffee table, a silent reminder of what he was about to lose.

He had brought them down from his bedroom, telling himself he would look at them, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. They just taunted him with their presence.

He glanced away from the TV, noticing his bandmate and friend coming down the stairs. He watched as Jolly approached and sat on the couch beside him.

Jolly picked up the envelope and examined it curiously. "What's this?" He asked, shaking the envelope slightly.

"(Y/n) gave me some pictures," Noah muttered, turning his attention back to the TV.

"Ooh, pictures? Like naughty pictures?" Jolly joked, wiggling his eyebrows. He tore open the envelope and pulled out the photos.

Noah didn't stop him; he wanted to see the pictures, too, but he needed someone else to do it. "She's moving to Washington next week," Noah states painfully. "She thinks she gave them to me as a parting gift, but I think she's a sadist."

Jolly hands Noah the photos one after one, making sure that he looks at every single picture. "You're going to let her go?"

He shrugs at his friend, "I can't tell her what to do, man. It's her life."

Noah stares down at one of the photos, feeling nostalgic. He smiles as he recognizes it's a picture of you and him from your teenage years when you were both rebellious and adventurous.

Noah remembered the day perfectly because it was the same day your parents decided he was able to stay with your family for a few weeks until he could figure something out.

He was always grateful for your parents, who treated him like their own son. He bounced back and forth between your house and a few others, never feeling like he belonged anywhere. But with you, he felt at home.

You were sitting next to him on a bench at the park, leaning your head on his shoulder. Your hair was bright pink, contrasting with your black clothes and accessories. You wore stud bracelets and Converse shoes, showing off your punk style. Noah wore skinny jeans and a red band t-shirt, matching your edgy vibe. You thought you were the coolest kids in town, but doesn't every 16-year-old think that?

You had a camera in your hand and snapped a selfie of the two of you, capturing the moment forever. You smiled at him with your eyes sparkling, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He still feels it every time he looks at you.

He continues to flip through the photos, listening to Jolly's side comments about how dorky the two of you are or how he couldn't fathom having a friend that long.

Noah felt a strange sensation in his chest as he continued flipping through the images. He saw your smile, your eyes, your laugh, and he realized how much he missed you. He was starting to comprehend why he was so upset you were deciding to move away from him. He felt like he had been punched in the gut. "Fuck." He says, tilting his head back and dropping the photos beside him. He runs his hand down his face dramatically. "I can't let her go."

Jolly finds this whole situation amusing. "Oh?" He laughs.

"It's her. It's always been her, dammit! I'm mad because I love her, and she wants to leave." He shakes his head, feeling a rush of emotions.

Jolly chuckles at Noah's sudden realization. "Yeah, man. I was wondering how long that was going to take. Glad you caught up." He says sarcastically.

Noah leans forward, groaning while resting his face in his hands, "What do I do?"

Jolly stands up, stretching his arms out and yawning. "You can start by, I don't know, telling her?" His hands fall back at his side, "Why are you still sitting here? Go tell her." He demands. "I think heartache is great for making music, but dealing with you having a heartache moping around all the time is going to be miserable for all of us."

Noah looks up at him with a hopeless expression. "But what if she doesn't feel the same way? What if I ruin our friendship?"

Jolly rolls his eyes and grabs Noah by the shoulders. "Dude, trust me. She feels the same way. She's been dropping hints for years. You're just too dense to notice." He says bluntly.

Noah blinks in disbelief. "What?"

Jolly sighs and lists some examples. "Like how she always hugs you longer than anyone else. Or how she laughs at your lame jokes. Or how she looks at you with those puppy eyes. Or how she always calls you her best friend, but in a way that sounds like she means more. She's never gotten along with any of your girlfriends…and she's jealous when you don't spend time with her?"

Noah thinks about it and realizes he's right. He feels hope, "She does do those things."

Jolly nods and pushes Noah towards the door. "Exactly. Now go get her, tiger." He laughs.

Noah smiles and walks out of the door, leaving Jolly behind.

Jolly shakes his head and smiles to himself. "I did it."

You'd just finished packing the last box for your kitchen. You hated packing. You always left it until the last minute, hoping that somehow it would magically get done by itself. You always procrastinated. It was your biggest weakness and a terrific motivator.

You lay on the cold kitchen floor, exhausted from the continuous packing. You felt a wave of sadness wash over you as you looked around the empty room.

This was where you cooked, laughed, cried, and shared many memories with your friends. And now you were leaving it all behind. You thought about asking a friend to sit with you, but part of you wanted to be alone. This would be your new norm until you made new friends.

Am I doing the right thing? You text your sister.

You needed some reassurance, some validation, some support. You peeled yourself off the ground, lazily crawled to the fridge, and popped open a beer. It was one of the ones that Noah left. You stared at the label, feeling a weird pit in your stomach. You wanted Noah here helping you through this and sharing what's supposed to be a positive pivot in your life.

You wanted his support more than anyone's, but he ignored your text, and you decided to give him space. You understood why he was upset but thought he would get over it. It's not like the two of you were dating, and this was somehow breaking up your relationship. But maybe that was the problem. You wanted more, and he didn't.

You sipped the beer, feeling the bitter taste on your tongue. You wished you could talk to him, hear his voice, see his smile.

You wished he would tell you that he loved you, would miss you, and would follow you anywhere, but that just wasn't the case.

I think big decisions are sometimes scary. Besides, this will be the first time you won't have your sidekick, and I'm sure that's a weird feeling.

You sigh as you lean against the cupboard, texting her back, I don't think I can do it.

You feel a surge of panic and desperation. You can't leave without telling him how you feel. You can't let him go without knowing if he feels the same. You stand up, set your beer on the counter, and search for your keys. You knew what to do, and it was now or never. You didn't care that you were in pajamas; you needed to talk to Noah and understand what would happen if you chose to stay. You grab your purse and head for the front door.

As you open it, you're startled to see someone standing in your doorway with his hand up as if he were ready to knock. Your heart stops as you recognize him. It's Noah. He's here. He's looking at you with shock and confusion. "Hi?" Noah says as if the wind has been knocked out of him.

You stare at him, speechless. You can't believe he's here, at this exact moment when you were about to find him. Is this fate? Is this a sign?

"Is this a bad time?" He asks.

You shake your head no. Your shoulders relax, and you smile while letting him in. You hang your purse on the coat rack and lead him to the living room. "Sorry, there's shit everywhere."

He doesn't seem to care. He only has eyes for you. "You can't go." He bites his lip nervously. "I can't let you."

Your eyebrow raises, and you decide to stay quiet, hoping he will enlighten you.

Noah nervously grabs your hand and pulls you to the couch where the two of you sit. He turns to face you, holding your hand tighter than before.

"Just hear me out for a second." He swallows hard, unsure of how to say the words. "I'm an idiot." He exhales loudly. "I'd do just about anything for you. I hope you know that. Miles got us out of that interview on your birthday… the one out of town. So that I could be with you."

You pull your hand back, squeezing the bridge of your nose. "You guys didn't have to do that."

You feel guilty.

He reaches for your hand again, gently caressing it with his thumb. "We did Because I wanted to spend that day with you. I need to tell you something."

He looks into your eyes, his own filled with sincerity. "I'm in love with you." He says softly. "I can't stand the thought of losing you."

You feel stunned. You don't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't that. You feel a surge of joy and relief mixed with disbelief and fear. Is this real? Is he serious? Do you dare to believe him?

Your stunned face finally shows a smile creeping on your lips. "Good. I was going to find you to tell you the same thing."

He grins, no longer nervous, as he brings his hand to your face, closing the gap between your lips and pressing down. You feel his tongue gently trace your lip, asking for permission, and you don't hesitate to accept, allowing his tongue to dance with yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling his heartbeat against yours, and before you know it, he's pulling you on his lap and deepening the kiss, making you moan softly.

In between kisses, he tells you how much he loves you, wants you, and needs you.

You gently pull away, resting your hands on his chest, lust in your eyes, craving more touches from him.

He smiles at you with love filling his eyes, "This means you're staying, right?" He rests his hands on your hips, waiting patiently for a response.

You giggle, a little surprised by his question. You thought it was obvious. "Yes," You say, looking around the apartment, "Wanna help me unpack?" He groans, but his eyes sparkle with joy. He pulls you closer and kisses you softly. "I guess I can, but only because I love you."

#noah sebastian x y/n #noah sebastian #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #noah Sebastian x you #bad omens #bad omens cult #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfiction

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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Hi~ I hope you don't mind but can I request Malleus, Leona, Vil and Crewel with blue diamond in Steven universe I saw your last ask and I love it so much I was wondering if you could do the same thing with the twst version

Btw I love your writing and work keep up the good work and remember to take breaks and care for yourself have a good evening or day in life author 🥰🥰🥰😊😊😊

A/N: I haven’t written a Twisted Wonderland piece for so long, thank goodness people still remember I write for them😂. Thank you so much for the compliment, I try keeping my writing simple, but sometimes I get carried away, lol. You also have a good day/night, Anon!! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this~~

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🐉 Sharing a high position in both of your personal lives, you had met at a young age

🐉 He’s tall, around 6’6, and you being around 25ft-100ft definitely scares most, your kids are definitely gonna be tall

🐉 When he saw how caring and gentle you were, it made his heart skip multiple beats

🐉 Your a matriarch and he a technical patriarch, how ironic

🐉 He doesn’t like watching you cry, it’s just something he hates

🐉 Whenever someone’s around you, most likely Yuu and Grim, and they start crying when you feel guilty or sadder, he tells them the reason on why they’re sobbing

🐉 Speaking of Yuu, besties forever. If they can tame Malleus, then you and them relate with one thing

🐉 Shrinking down is something you must do often, and if it drains your magic, oh well, it’s worth it if you get to hug your friends and boyfriend

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🦁 Leona and you were fairly overlooked in favor for your older siblings

🦁 You for your oldest sister, White Diamond, and him for his older brother, Falena

🦁 When he first met you, it was during a meeting of world leaders, he sat in the other room while the main heads spoke

🦁 You sat down alongside Yellow Diamond and a young human, whom Yellow called ‘Pink Diamond’ and you liked calling ‘Steven’

🦁 Once you two got together, he hated how much taller you were than him, he hated feeling small

🦁 So whenever you shrink yourself to be 5’6-5’10, because you know he liked you shorter than him, even by an inch

🦁 Leona offers you smiles whenever you start feeling down, he may shed a few tears, but he can hold it back quite well

🦁 You and him have rough spots when it comes to your role in your family, but he can look over them most of the time

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👑 Vil first met you because you were needed to find the authenticity in a few blue diamonds they were using in a film

👑 He looked at how tall you were outside and how you shrunk to the average height of 5’7, just a hint shorter than him standing at 6’0

👑 When you looked at his headpiece and examined the jewels and just barely glide your hands against his, his heart skipped

👑 Your beauty was immaculate, how did he not notice that?

👑 If you visited NRC for a duty, he would be one of the first people to shake your hand and give you a welcome

👑 You two got along fairly well, though his perfectionism gave you flashbacks of White Diamond’s standards

👑 He does like giving your diamond located on your chest a simple shine in the mornings, there is no use in having a diamond if you’re not keeping it clean

👑 He doesn’t mind the crying when he isn’t wearing makeup for a shoot, but when he is, he tries keeping you happy, not like he doesn’t to begin with!

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🐾 He and you met when you were children

🐾 You and him had certain standards that many struggled to make, but you were more flexible with the different people than him

🐾 As you both grew older and got your lives straightened out, you got married and started working in different fields

🐾 You led the Blue Diamond’s in your homeland while he taught at NRC, the college where he attended as a young teenager

🐾 You did enjoy visiting him, so seeing a 25ft-100ft woman outside shrink to around 5’8 was quite odd for the students, even if they had seen 5 overblots in the past month!

🐾 While Crewel was quite strict with the boys screwing around, you just chuckled at their antics and gave them pats on the head for their actions

🐾 Many cannot believe you’re together

🐾 He smiled as you sat on the floor, petting his two dalmatians with such love

🐾 Crewel, like Vil, doesn’t mind the crying, so long as it doesn’t stop him from finishing his work, but he keeps you happy most of the time with the help of your sisters, ‘Pink Diamond’, and his dogs, so!

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Hi love. Can I request a Steve x fem reader where the reader has a mother who has a very childish personality and makes her entire life about men and just treats the reader like trash (like offending her looks) just because of her own insecurities?? And the reader is just like “I’m never gonna treat my children that way” and Steve is the best bf ever so he does what he does best and comforts her with his sweet angelic words

AN | Steve would never let anything bad happen to his girl and he’d just be the sweetest and most supportive boyfriend ever! 🥰

Warnings | Language, Reader has a terrible mother

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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You heard your name being called from downstairs and groaned heavily before almost slamming your face into your book. Maybe if you ignored her she would give up and leave you alone. After a few moments of silence, you were sure you were in the clear - but then it became a shout.

“Coming!” you rolled your eyes before throwing down your pen and slamming your textbook shut. Begrudgingly making your way downstairs to the kitchen, you counted each step in the hopes that it would distract your mind from getting prematurely annoyed. You stepped into the kitchen and crossed your arms over your chest, “what?”

“You should be in here helping me cook,” your mother barely tore her eyes away from the stove to look at you. But once she did, a deep frown tugged on her features, “what are you wearing? Your hair’s a mess and you don’t have makeup on. That’s unacceptable.”

“Mom, stop,” you scrubbed a hand over your tired face, “it’s evening, I’m just doing homework, why does it matter what I’m wearing or how I look? It’s just pajamas.”

“You never know who could stop by and when,” she threw an apron at you, “you have to look your best all the time. You have to take advantage of every opportunity to make a good impression.”

“I’m at home, I’m not trying to impress anyone,” you tossed the apron onto the counter and threw up your hands in exasperation.

“You’re going to end up alone forever with that attitude-”

“I have a boyfriend, mom. Steve, you know, the one I’ve been with for almost two years.”

“And you think Steve Harrington is going to put up with you like that?” she looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow, “he deserves better than that. He deserves your best and more.”

“You know what? I don’t want to argue, so I’m just going to go upstairs, finish my homework and go to bed,” you turned on your heel to leave but she wasn’t done yet.

“You’re helping me cook, so drop the attitude and get back in here.”

“Brady’s already helping! Besides, it’s his night to help with chores,” your younger brother had been quiet as he peeled vegetables at the table. He'd sensed the argument as soon as you'd come down and buried himself in work. You felt bad; you knew he hated fighting and if you were being honest so did, "I think you've got it handled."

"If you're not going to help, you don't get to eat," she really thought that was going to convince you. You just shrugged and backed away.

"I don't care. I won't eat then, it's fine," you ran up the stairs before she could say anything else, slamming your door shut.

You flopped down on your bed and let out a long sigh, burying your face into your pillow before screaming into it and letting it muffle the sound. You knew that she was taking out her own issues and insecurities on you, but sometimes the words still stung.

You reached to turn off the bedside table lamp, pausing to look at the photo of you and Steve. That was enough to make things better and bring a smile to your face. If there was one thing you did know, it was how much you loved Steve. And that was all that mattered.

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“Sweetheart?” you cringed at the sound of her sickly sweet voice as you stopped with your hand on the doorknob. You thought you might have been able to slip out without her noticing, but why would you get a break? You sighed heavily before padding back into the living room where she was doing some cleaning. Not that it was needed - she spent hours needlessly making everything spotless. Those are a woman’s duties, she kindly reminded you at every opportunity.

“Yes?” you tried to keep your voice neutral as you watched her with a grimace.

“We should talk,” she stopped what doing and stepped closer to you before attempting to pull you into a hug. You moved out of her reach and shook your head.

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about, mom. Can I go? Steve’s picking me up any minute.”

“Well, I just think it’s time you reconsider this whole college thing you’ve got going on,” your mouth almost dropped open as your brows narrowed in confusion. She patted the side of your head and laughed lightly, “you don’t need college, honey. You’re just going to give yourself wrinkles with stress, and let’s be honest, you need all the help you can get. Your job is to marry a good man and become a good housewife. No man is going to care that you have a degree - what they want is someone that will take care of the home and give them children.”

“Okay, well I’m going to leave now,” you weren’t even sure where to start on this, but whatever you did would end up in an argument, you knew that much. Her dark eyes narrowed and her perfect smile was dripping with malice, “but just know this - I’m not quitting school because you have some twisted idea that you think I should. I don’t give a fuck about marrying some man just to become his little trophy. If that’s what men wanted, I’d rather be single forever - at least then I’d be happy!”

“You say that now,” she grabbed your wrist to keep you from walking away and pulled you back harshly, “but what about in a few years when the little bit of good looks you have are gone? Do you really think your boyfriend will want you then? He’s a smart boy and he’ll find someone that will give him everything he wants.”

“If I ever had even the slightest belief that Steve was like that I wouldn’t be dating him,” you pulled out of her grasp and headed to the door, “out of the two of us, Steve will make the better mother! He’s practically raising a bunch of kids half the time already. And you know what else - I don’t care if I end up the breadwinner for our family and he’s a stay-at-home dad. I don’t care about your opinion or your stupid beliefs.”

“How dare you to speak to your mother like this-”

“You are no mother to me. A mother doesn’t…” you shook your head, “you know what, I…I’ve gotta go.”

You ran out the door before she could say anything else, slamming the door behind you. Steve was waiting in his car, parked along the curb, his face lighting up when he spied you and stepped out of the car. You almost ran to him, meeting him halfway as you almost knocked him over from the force of your hug.

“Hi baby,” his voice was so sweet and filled with magic as he took your face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He could immediately sense that something was wrong and his face dropped, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lied, mustering up the best smile you could, “can we just go?”

“Of course,” he took your hand in his, “you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “better now. Always better with you.”

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You were furious. No - furious didn’t begin to cover it, scathing might have been more accurate. Your mother, your darling, lovely mother had decided to take it upon herself to invite Steve over for dinner. And Steve, sweet, wonderful Steve had no clue of the continually rising tension with your mother and naturally said yes. Which left you pacing around the foyer as you waited for him to arrive.

You’d set the table and helped with dinner, not wanting another argument, and hoped that it would all be over quickly. When the doorbell rang, you almost threw the door open in anticipation, finding Steve standing there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your expression softened as you looked at him and he grinned happily, “oh Stevie.”

“Hey you,” he stepped inside and kissed you quickly, just in case anyone happened to be watching. He handed you the flowers with a flourish and you couldn’t help the small sound of delight that escaped your lips, “these are for you, beautiful.”

“Thank you, Steve,” you kissed his cheek before leaning to whisper in his ear, “listen, I know my mom has ulterior motives for inviting you so if we eat quickly we can go-”

“Steve! Hello there, handsome,” her overly exaggerated excitement caused you to cringe as you flashed him a nervous expression. He could sense that something was going on, but was still trying to piece it all together, “thank you so much for coming. We’re so happy to have you.”

“Thank you for inviting me. I’m…happy to be here,” he phrased it almost like a question as she reached for his hand and started to drag him to the dining room. You trudged behind the two of them, internally groaning. You didn’t even have your little brother to serve as a distraction tonight; he was on some sort of Boy Scouts trip along with your father, “it smells delicious.”

“My sweet, wonderful daughter can take the credit,” she put her hands on your shoulders, slightly shaking you as you just shrugged, “she’s a wonderful cook, Steve. And an excellent baker.”

“I just peeled the vegetables,” you confessed, a little smile stretching across your face as Steve laughed lightly, “sometimes I burn the cookies when I bake. But I like trying.”

“Sweetheart,” she almost shoved you into the chair, her grip tight as a vice, “don’t downplay yourself like that.”

“I’m not,” you scoffed as you waved her off, “besides, Steve already knows that cooking is not my strong suit. He’s better than me.”

“And I like when we cook together,” he caught your eye and gave a tiny little wink, “I’m sure one of our friends is a good baker if we ever want sweets.”

Her mouth was pulled into a thin line as she sat down across at the end of the table, looking between the two of you. She poured herself some wine before motioning for the two of you to start dishing out the food, “well, you don’t have to worry, Steve. I’ll make sure she knows how to cook properly and care for the home before she even thinks about moving out. She’ll make an excellent wife.”

“Mother.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” he didn’t miss a beat as he just took a big bite of food, “I don’t really care about any of that. I think we’re pretty clear on the fact that we’d be sharing responsibilities when we move in together. I think that’s more fair, anyway and makes sense. Especially since we both work, it wouldn’t be fair for her to have to do everything at home on top of it. We’re partners - equals.”

“Well, she’ll work, but you know that’s not what she wants to do forever,” she really was digging her heels in, but you were thankful for Steve’s steadfast nature, “she’ll want to be a stay-at-home mother once she gets pregnant.”

You almost choked on your bite as you glowered at her. Your boyfriend managed to keep his composure and shook his head, “I highly doubt that, but that’s something we’ll figure out in the future. Besides, she’s working really hard to get through college and if she wants to work, that’s what she’ll do. It doesn’t matter to me, as long as she’s happy. That’s the most important thing.”

Your eyes pricked with tears as you looked at him; his big brown eyes were soft as he watched you, “mom, will you please stop? I know you’re trying to imply I’m this horrible daughter and Steve’s going to break him with me, and all that, but can you please stop.”

“It’s just reality,” she chugged the rest of her wine down, “when I was your age, I was already married to your father and had your older brother. That’s what women do.”

“That’s great for you, mom, that really is, but that’s not what I want,” you pushed your chair back and stood up, throwing your napkin onto the table, “just because you have your issues, doesn’t mean you have the right to take them out on me. I’m not you and I will never be you. I’m happy with the way I am, and I-I’m happy with Steve. For once, can you just treat me like a person with feelings instead of some object to be sold to the highest bidder?”

She watched you silently, malice all over her features before you huffed and started walking to the door. You heard the scrape of Steve’s chair and within moments he was at your side and taking your hand in his.

“Hey,” he touched your cheek gently before wiping away the few tears that had slipped down your cheeks, “want to go to mine?”

“Yes,” you nodded softly, “please.”

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You were laying in bed with Steve, your head resting on his chest and hand in his as he played with your entwined hands. There was some random movie playing in the background but neither of you were speaking. That was not until Steve couldn’t handle it any longer.

“Baby,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he stroked your hair, “do you want to talk about it?”

You remained still for a moment but then slowly shifted so you were sitting up and facing him. It broke his heart to see that your eyes were glossy with tears, but you reached for his hand and held it in yours, “do you see why I don’t want to be at home if I can avoid it?”

“Has she always been like that?” you’d been dating for almost two years, since you’d both finished high school. Part of him was angry with himself for not noticing that anything was wrong, at least anything this bad. He knew you preferred to be with him, or out of the house in general, but now it made sense, “she was horrible to you, baby.”

“She’s always been like that,” you shrugged lightly, “but it’s been worse lately, well since I started college. She keeps telling me it’s a waste of time to get an education, when I should just be someone’s housewife. She’s convinced that the only way to be is for me to be a pretty, quiet little housewife who takes care of the home and cooks and cleans and pops out babies. That’s how she was, that’s how she was taught to be. I-I get it to a point, a lot of it is her own problems, but sometimes she just rags and rags on me and it gets me to this point where I just…I don’t even know. I hate it.”

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead, “I know you know that’s bullshit, but that doesn’t make it easier to deal with constantly.”

“Yeah,” you nodded meekly, giving him a small smile, “when it gets really bad I almost think she’s right…but that could never be me. I have dreams and goals for the future, just being a trophy wife.”

“One of the many reasons I love you,” you couldn’t help but beam at him, “and just so we’re clear, you’ll accomplish all those dreams and be a trophy wife because you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Not according to her,” you teased, but allowed him to pull you into his lap, “I’m getting wrinkles and have only got a few good years left.”

“That’s…just so messed up,” he groaned, “you’re beautiful now and you always will be.”

“Sap,” you kissed his cheek, watching as a flush of pink welled up, “you’re handsome too, now and always. I love you, Stevie. I really do, and I guess I’ll apologize now for never being a good housewife.”

“Apology not accepted because it is not necessary,” he took your face in his hands and peppered kisses all over, which only caused you to giggle, “I love you very much, pretty girl.”

“I love you, Stevie,” you sighed wistfully, tugged at the sleeves of his sweaters, “I am never going to treat our kids like that. They’ll know they’re loved, no matter what.”

“Our kids?” he asked after a beat of silence as your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t realized what you had said, the words simply slipping out. Your whole face flushed with warmth as your mouth dropped open.

“Steve, I…I didn’t mean it l-like that. It just sort of slipped out,” you were stammering nervously but Steve watched you with happy, eager eyes, “oops?”

“No, no,” he insisted as he leaned in and kissed you softly, “I liked it. The way you said it. Our kids. Did you really mean it?”

“Umm…yeah,” you admitted sheepishly, “I kinda don’t plan on breaking up with you so…they’d be ours. You did say something about six little nuggets, Steve.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, his stomach fluttering happily with butterflies, “well, that settles that.”

“Mhmm,” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and carved yourself into him, “but I meant it, Steve. I don’t ever want to be like that to our kids. I want them to know they can be whoever, whatever they want and that we’ll love them regardless.”

“They will,” he promised as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “how could they not if they have you as a mother?”

“Or you,” he could feel you smiling against his neck before you pressed a kiss to his soft skin, “you’ll be a great dad. I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you more, baby.”

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