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wecantalktomorrow · 6 months

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Welcome to Kay's 25 Days of Smutmas!

Starting on December 1st, I will be posting a new smut fic everyday until Christmas! These are all one shots of varying lengths and content. As they are posted, I will add the links to this post, summaries and lengths will be included under the break!

All fics will be Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson.

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🎁 December 1: 2.2k

The actions had Harry’s back arching, a low moan resonating in his throat as his hands found Louis’s hair. “Wha?” Was his garbled response as he blinked into the darkness, trying to orient himself while simultaneously pushing his cock farther into Louis’s mouth. Lifting his head, he blinked down at the scene before him, his fingers knotting into his husband’s hair immediately. “Oh, fuck me,” he whimpered as his brain seemingly processed what was happening.

🎁 December 2: 1.9k

Louis smiled down at Harry in approval, bringing his hand up to knot it into his hair, stroking at his scalp affectionately. “There’s my good boy,” he murmured. His cock was standing at attention almost directly in front of Harry’s face and his boy managed to keep his gaze on Louis’s face. He was so proud of him. “Gonna use your mouth a little, baby."

🎁 December 3: 3.3k

Louis couldn’t help but grin, a small laugh escaping him, at the way Harry voiced his own previous thoughts. Nodding through a moan, he pulled at his husband’s left hand, bringing it to his lips so he could press a kiss to the band adorning his finger before peppering kisses to the rest of his knuckles, gaze never leaving Harry’s face. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, m’love,” he answered quietly, giving the hand he was holding an affectionate squeeze before moving his hands to the man’s hips.

🎁 December 4: 1.3k

He was going to die in their bed, on his back with the most beautiful man between his legs, licking him out like his life depended on it and teasing him until he felt as if he was on the verge of combustion.

🎁 December 5: 2.0k

“Was just thinking about that night, how you came onto me under the guise of your high,” Louis teased further, watching the way Harry sputtered through his exhale, an appalled look on his face. Louis started to laugh, body shaking with it as his grip tightened on Harry’s hips to keep him from getting up. “You had such a crush on me that you were willing to choke to death? That’s embarrassing.”

🎁 December 6: 1.9k

Louis hummed in response, opening her palm and pressing down on Harry’s pubic bone to still her hips once again. “I am touching you, but if you don’t keep still and be my good girl, I will not be touching you any further. Do not be greedy, Harry. You will get what I give you, understand?” Louis’s tone was gentle yet firm, turning her head only to raise an eyebrow at Harry.

🎁 December 7: 2.3k

“Fuck, baby,” Louis moaned, tugging at Harry’s curls. “Don’t think this kind of content is allowed in the documentary or on my Instagram, yeah?”

🎁 December 8: 3.3k

He turned around, grabbing at Harry's waist and pushing him up against the closed door. "M'sisters seem to think you want a baby," Louis whispered hotly, sucking at Harry's earlobe as his hands tightened their grip on his hips, bringing his own closer to pin his husband against the door. "Is that true? Do you want a baby?"

🎁 December 9: 2.5k

“Louis, I have an idea.”

And isn’t that how they usually ended up in these situations?

🎁 December 10: 2.3k

Harry closed in on Louis’s frame, mouth dry and brain still buffering. When she opened her mouth to answer, agree with the statement, do something other than stand there and stare at her girlfriend – all that came out of her was, “Does the skirt pass the head test?” And with that, she was stepping closer until her chest was pressed to Louis’s back, urging them both forward into the stall, allowing the door to close behind her before she was dropping to her knees.

🎁 December 11: 3.6k

Louis couldn’t help but smile proudly, holding an intense infatuation with the way Harry was always so eager to please; to be good for him. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, tucking one of her loose curls behind her ear before cupping her cheek in his palm, stroking at her jawline with his thumb. “How’s this? You get down on those pretty knees of yours, kneel for me for a while beneath this desk, maybe hold my cock in that beautiful mouth of yours and keep it warm for me? If you can be my good girl while I do this interview, I’ll put my mouth on you in return when it’s done, hm?”

🎁 December 12: 2.2k

Louis, seemingly snapping out of his possessive trance, lifted his gaze to Harry’s face and smiled, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Yeah, well, you look fucking amazing. Knowing that’s our baby in there is just… It’s so…” He trailed off, looking at the Omega and offering up a helpless shrug, unable to word why exactly his response was the way it was.

🎁 December 13: 3.8k

Louis groaned at the applied friction to his cock, tugging sharply at Harry’s curls when his hips rolled forward. “Nice to meet you, Harry, ‘m Louis,” he answered, panting into the other man’s mouth. “Yeah? Do you have a thing for married men, then?” He smirked at the shuddery breath Harry released, slipping a hand under the front of the jumper he was wearing, teasing his fingertips over the abs there.

🎁 December 14: 4.0k

That was how, some hours later, Harry found herself face down and all but begging for mercy as she fisted the sheets. Her thighs were trembling, her breath leaving her in wet, labored pants as she pushed back into the sensation.

🎁 December 15: 2.6k

Glancing down, Harry keened at the liquid leaving his nipples. His cheeks flushed a brilliant crimson, gaze darting over the Alpha’s shoulder as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth. Despite the embarrassment flooding his being, he couldn’t help but arch into Louis’s persistent touch that was still working his nipples. “F-fuck,” he breathed, a shiver running through him, “I’m sorry.”

🎁 December 16: 2.3k

A shocked gasp left Harry’s lips when the hot wax came in contact with her skin, cunt clenching around Louis’s cock with a please moan. “Fuck, Louis,” she breathed after a moment, staring down at him with eyes blow wide with lust. The pain paired with the way Louis’s cock hit every space deep within her so perfectly had her lifting her hips slightly only to force them down again quickly. “So good,” she panted.

🎁 December 17: 2.1k

“Does my girl want me between her legs, hm?” Louis answered, lifting his gaze to watch the way Harry’s face changed under the endearment, looking to ensure that he read the situation correctly. “Looked so pretty tonight, did my girl need some attention?” His words were muffled into Harry’s skin as he moved to bite at her thigh once again, sucking at the skin as his hands continued to travel over whatever expanses he could reach.

🎁 December 18: 2.0k

It was a silly question. Louis recognized the sounds, the distinct tone in Harry’s voice, the vulnerable Omega tone that had slipped into his pleads. His mate’s heat was starting early and he was on the other side of the world. The reality of the situation settled in and had his Alpha clawing at his chest as he grew restless, pacing the floor with the phone still stuck to his ear.

🎁 December 19: 1.7k

The curly-haired man was sobbing into the sheets, hips fidgeting every time Louis’s fingers grew closer to that spot inside of him where he craved it the most – only to slip away, never providing him the satisfaction he needed. It was driving him insane, his knuckles aching with how tightly curled his fists were. The additional feel of Louis’s scruff scratching his skin did not help the situation. “Louis,” he choked out, shifting his face in an attempt to look back at the older man, “please.”

🎁 December 20: 2.1k

“Think you can hold it for me, H? Be a good girl?” Louis asked, quirking an eyebrow at Harry. He left the decision to her, stroking over her cheek with his thumb. His eyes stayed locked on her face, watching for any signs of apprehension to the prospect of playing today. “Up to you, princess,” he commented, scratching lightly at her scalp.

🎁 December 21: 2.0k

Louis blatantly sniffed the air, his grip tightening on Harry’s hips as he pulled him closer. “Omega,” he rasped, leaning in to get another whiff of the boy before he continued, “love, I think you’re going into heat.” The statement brought a moment of clarity upon the Alpha as he took a minute to think, holding the – now whining – Omega closer to him.

🎁 December 22: 2.0k

“Alright, then?” Harry asked gruffly, her lips brushing the shell of Louis’s ear as she pulled her closer to her own chest. She would like to say that she isn’t usually the jealous, possessive type, that it’s only because of the alcohol currently running through her system but, unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. When your girlfriend looked like Louis, it was understandable for people to stare but never for them to touch.

🎁 December 23: 2.4k

Harry surprises Louis with a new piercing when he returns from tour.

🎁 December 24: 1.4k

It had started with Harry leaning in and lapping a drip of ice cream from the side of Louis’s mouth, kissing him deeply when their lips met. A whisper of happy birthday and I love you passed between them. The action had lit a fire in Louis’s eyes, a considering look on his face as he appraised Harry before he was sinking to his knees with the carton and spoon in his hand.

🎁 December 25: 5.3k

The reassurance from Louis had Harry grinning and running his hands down his husband’s sides. “I think you’re going to like it,” he murmured confidently, starting to play with the hem of his own jumper when he sat back against his husband’s bent knees. “Sorry you don’t get to unwrap it, though. Knew you’d be more reluctant to be tied up if you saw it first.”

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saturnsbabyboii · 5 months

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𐐪𐑂Astro Observations𐐪𐑂

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(Life is like a butterfly...You go through changes before you become something beautiful)

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𐐪𐑂 Despite people talking negatively about Pluto and Saturn, I find them to be the most important and beautiful planets. If you have ever felt hopeless or stuck, look into the position of these two in your chart. All of us struggle regardless, however, Saturn and Pluto bestow us with insight, lessons and knowledge we gain through that struggle and as a result we get to move on further into our journey.

𐐪𐑂 I have found people with earlier degrees on their ascendent tend to have larger frames while those later tend to have smaller ones. I am not talking specifically about weight and measurements per se but rather the general form.

𐐪𐑂 Although aspects act the same in general, it is very interesting when you look into the signs, elements and modalities involved. For example, Trine tends to bring abundance when in Water and in between inner planet but is an indication of overindulgence when it occurs from an inner planet to an outer one.

𐐪𐑂 Mercury opposite Mars "I am not angry! That is just my tone." Be mindful of how you sound and how you deliver your message. It is important to be honest, but it is also important to have tact.

𐐪𐑂 Even though people still dispute which placements determine our leaning towards extroversion and introversion, I have found that the houses and the planets falling in them suggest what are we more introverted about and what are we more extroverted in. Having multiple planets in a house could indicate a higher leaning to extroversion as the sense to express is very strong and immediate, as opposed to an empty house, one might be less inclined to share. The houses that contain only one planet tend to fall under the general energy of said planet and sign ruling over the house, indicating a higher sense of introversion as the person may desire to reflect on the themes of the house or would rather to practice them alone than with others.

𐐪𐑂 However, in case of overall introversion and extroversion, having more planets in Air houses (3rd, 7th, 11th) indicate high extroversion while in Fire houses (1st, 5th, 9th) indicate higher introversion. This may sound off as Fire signs are given the reputation of boldness, however, as the opposite of Air, Fire tend to itself. Introversion isn't anxiety and awkwardness (although it might include them), but rather it describes a person that isn't reliant on social communication, has a low need for others, desires independence, and excels on their own. Another thing, the themes of the 1st, 5th and 9th, relate to freedom, personal journey, creativity, ideologies, beliefs and the self. Meanwhile, the 3rd, 7th, and the 11th relate to unity, communication, the collective, collaboration, harmony and the "us".

𐐪𐑂 Cancer Risings give off favorite child vibes. Having Leo in the 2nd and Libra in the 4th house defiantly makes for the "golden child" trope.

𐐪𐑂 I believe that the degree of a planet has bigger affect on its core desire while the sign affects the manner that the planet translates or comes across. For example, Aries Mercury is usually is thought of as brash and abrasive or interested in things that have themes of violence and sex. However, when in an air degree this person can be much more interested in matters of communication, science, education and holds social rapport at a higher regard. The difference being that the Aries Mercury with the air degree might come across very detailed and articulate, perhaps even to the point of pretentiousness. Yet in matters of thinking they're much more thought out, factual and meticulous than the general Aries Mercury description.

𐐪𐑂 People with Chiron in the 9th house may need to leave their home country or cut off their family to begin healing.

𐐪𐑂 Every sign deep down is similar to their opposite. Aquarius desires to standout while Leo seeks to fit in and belong, Taurus enjoys today in fear of tomorrow while Scorpio wishes for a better tomorrow so they can finally enjoy their day, Capricorn works hard in hopes of creating a better home while Cancer works hard to ensure the comfort of their home, Aries seeks companionship through conflict while Libra seeks individuality through process of elimination, Virgo does practical things out of superstitious believes while Pisces engages in escapist and spiritual practices to better understand realistic demands, Gemini learns to mentor while Sagittarius mentors to learn. Granted, this is an overly simplistic form of explaining it but I hope it was able to better explain.

𐐪𐑂 Venus Aquarius not only desires but actually thrives off of creating bonds online.

𐐪𐑂 People with Jupiter in the 12th would take very long to learn life lessons. This is partly due to having to under go many cycles of self undoing and changes to finally get the lesson.

𐐪𐑂 People with Saturn in 3rd/9th may be untraditional students or enter university late or take time to graduate.

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🧩 Chiron in Synastry: How your partner triggers you and heals you at the same time 🧩

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Chiron in 1st House Synastry

Chiron is very strong in the angular houses, ie, 1st, 4th, 7th and 10th, since it is felt very personally. The Chiron person is going to transform how the house person looks at themselves. This is more physical than mental, but Chiron person will change the house person literally in many ways. On the challenging side Chiron might make House much more insecure, and even 'jealous' of them. But if taken positively, Chiron will make the house person look at themselves with so much love. Chiron will make you glow and radiate beauty from within. You will feel extremely confident about being yourself with Chiron. The Chiron person will encourage you and tell you how beautiful you are, there will be this sense of empathy and adoration by them, for who you are as a person. [I think that's the reason why I appreciate Capricorn risings so much. They make me proud af.] The Chiron person will love to shower the House with compliments or really appreciate their outlook on life. If this is taken negatively, the Chiron person might get overly jealous or butthurt over the house person's opinions in life and might not communicate in a healthy way at all. And the house person's self esteem and confidence will be greatly affected.

Chiron in 2nd House Synastry

The Chiron person will teach you (the house person) to accept themselves more and more. The 2nd house is all about the image we have of ourselves from the outside, ie, our style or looks, or how we are satisfied in the material world. This also has do with our beliefs and values. Anything that we own. So Chiron will make you see your worth in the best way possible. The Chiron person will trigger you to become more self reliant, if this is a committed long term relationship. If this relationship isn't built on a solid ground or is not something 'positive', the Chiron person will trigger the House person, a lot, and make them feel repressed or that the house person has to become someone that they are not. The house person would feel useless or worthless in Chiron person's presence. The house person will always ask, "Am I good enough?" While in loving relationships, the Chiron person will motivate the house person to become more and more confident in the way they show up for themselves and express themselves. The Chiron person would shower the house person with compliments and will love to tell the house person how amazing and inspirational they find them to be. The house person generally would love this type of attention from Chiron, and will feel very confident in their skills and abilities because of the Chiron person.

Chiron in 3rd House Synastry

When Chiron falls into someone's 3rd house, the Chiron person really challenges the house person to stand up and communicate their needs. The house person finds the Chiron person to be very talkative or very dominant in a sense that Chiron would give them knowledge about so many things, and somehow it would feel 'oppressive'. This is pretty similar to gaslighting, because Chiron dismisses the House person's voice. The Chiron person will straight up say what is bothering them, and the House person needs to learn to communicate their own needs in a healthy way. The house person will be shown their wounds related to siblings or their locality, and the Chiron person will ask of you to heal those relationships and even accept any childhood trauma that your neighborhood might have given you. The Chiron person will want you to express your thoughts and opinions, and if you don't, then the Chiron person might start to feel that they smother your conversations or cut you off all the time, so that you can listen to them. With this placement, the house person needs to learn to communicate without feeling the fear of judgements. In healthy relationships, Chiron will encourage the House person to share their thoughts and ideas, and Chiron will show a genuine interest in learning what the house person has to offer.

Chiron in 4th House Synastry

This is a very deep placement! It can either feel extremely challenging or it can be a really good factor for personal growth. The Chiron person will leave you wondering about how your entire childhood/memories of the past has been, because Chiron will trigger the deepest emotional memories that you have saved within. This person will strip away any mask that you have and will show you your core emotional wounds. You will feel extremely transparent and vulnerable in front of the Chiron person. The Chiron person will see the House person to their deepest and most private self. Chiron will make you introspect heavily on your private life. In more negative or immature relationships, the Chiron person might show stalking tendencies towards you/the House person. The House person will be called to embrace their vulnerable self in front of the Chiron person. The Chiron person will also trigger you to have a better relationship with your house and your lifestyle. They will teach the House person to become more accepting of being alone and feeling authentic. The House person will feel encouraged to embrace their emotions in the presence of Chiron. For the Chiron person, you will feel like a safe space for them to open up. In challenging relationships, the Chiron person will make it extremely hard for the House person to open up and trust.

Chiron in 5th House Synastry

With Chiron being in the House person's/your area of life that deals with creativity, pleasure and joy, the Chiron person will help the House person realise the meaning of letting go and truly enjoying the journey. The House person will feel like a child again in the presence of Chiron. Chiron will teach you to become more intune with your creative side and to not take everything as something that needs to be constantly worked upon. In the presence of Chiron, you will feel more expressive and will start to feel like a child again. You will notice that the Chiron person helps you heal your inner child, they encourage your creativity, and they pull you closer towards understanding the meaning of true joy in life. In challenging or immature relationships, the House person will feel extremely stagnant and somehow stuck when in the presence of Chiron. The house person will feel as though they don't have enough freedom to just be themselves and enjoy the things they usually do. The house person would feel like they need to prove themselves or smother their fun side to be able to get along with Chiron. In healthy relationships, this is a very beautiful aspect that indicates two people understanding how joyful life can be once they encourage each other's passions and interests. The house person will feel seen and heard by the Chiron person. And the Chiron person will feel as though they connect deeper with their fun side whenever they are around the house person.

Chiron in 6th House Synastry

When Chiron is placed in the 6th house, the house person will feel the need to constantly be working or improving their daily habits. Chiron will trigger this sense of urgency within the house person, and the house person become very willing to look at their routines and how they cope with day to day issues. With this house placement, Chiron can end up teaching the house person how to become responsible and take action in life. The house person will feel this energy of a "mentor" from the Chiron person, because the Chiron person will help the house person look deep where they are slacking off or wasting their time. In negative or immature relationships, the Chrion person could become extremely nitpicky and will criticize every single habit the house person has. In conflicted relationships this can show up as having very different lifestyles that don't give you freedom to follow what you wish to follow. The house person will learn to manage their time and energy better. And the Chiron person will learn to become more independent and take responsibility for themselves. Both the Chiron and house person will teach each other new routines or introduce to better lifestyles. This couple will push each other to become healthy and live a life where health is the main focus. This couple will be able to manage a household together very nicely.

Chiron in 7th House Synastry

The 7th house is another angular house which means the energy is felt quite strongly. So when someone has their Chiron in your 7th house, or vice versa, you will literally be learning the way to maintain healthy relationships. This sounds very broad in a sense because "maintaining a healthy relationship," covers every area of life. But actually here, the Chiron person will teach the house person to express their needs to other people. The Chiron person will act this mirror to the house person. The house person will realise their own shortcomings and will understand the real way to build a connection on mutual trust and understanding. This is a very karmic type of placement because you are literally teaching the other person how to be in a relationship, how to open up and love somebody. This can be extremely healing and the House person might see the Chiron person as their "other half". Because the house person will feel seen and heard by the Chiron person. In immature relationships, the House person will feel used or manipulated by the Chiron person. The Chiron person will project their insecurities onto the house person, and it won't be pleasant. However in a healthy relationships, Chiron person will realise their own shortcomings and won't project their insecurities onto the House person. The House person will naturally feel drawn to Chiron's presence in their life, and will enjoy having Chiron as their partner.

Chiron in 8th House Synastry

8th house is about what we share with someone else. People think it's a bad house, but no it isn't. The thing about this house is, that when humans bond with other humans, due to their pride and jealousy they tend to create 'bad' bonds. And this is the house of bonding and sharing. Honestly this can be one of the most abundant houses, if you know how to deal with people and not accumulate negative emotions from others. So the placement of Chiron in someone else's 8th house, the House person will like be in a complete bind. The House person will find healing in what they share with the Chiron person. And this bond is mental, emotional, physical and spiritual. The Chiron person will touch the deepest parts of the House person's pysche. The House person will feel exposed because Chiron will be able to look so deep into them. They will be like this inseparable duo. The healing will come to each other through getting completely involved in understanding each other, being completely honest with each other. In positive relationships, the House person will feel as though Chiron just gets them and there is no barrier that Chiron can't break. Chiron will feel extremely drawn to the House person and will want to understand them as deeply as they can. In immature relationships, this can turn into psychological harm, manipulation and the House person will see Chiron as someone they can't share anything with. The house person will see Chiron as flaky and will be distrustful of their intentions. Whereas in positive relationships, both Chiron and House person will feel like they found their "best friend". Both will feel extremely drawn to each other's energy and will be very involved in helping each other out through anything.

Chiron in 9th House Synastry

The 9th house in Synastry is all about how two people influence each other to pursue knowledge and wisdom. It's the house where you become wiser with the experiences of life, the house where you value learning, adventure and seek greater meaning of life. Chiron person will teach the house person to open up their minds and look at life with a fresh new lens. The House will realise there is more to life and that adventure is not lost. Chiron will feel as breath of fresh air around the House person. In immature or negative relationships, the House person will feel suffocated or neglected because the Chiron person will dismiss the beliefs and ideologies of the house person. The house person will feel a need to break free from the way Chiron suppresses their views on life. This is giving like a strict political leader who's wife is extremely unhappy at how caged her beliefs are because of him. So, in more positive and healthy relationships, the House person will learn a lot of new things because of Chiron's genuine curiousity about life and philosophy. Chiron is really like a teacher to the house person, and will also learn immensely by teaching the house. They will expand each other's minds about life, values, being open to the idea of different cultures, traditions, philosophies etc. There is a great potential for healing in this area of life.

Chiron in 10th House Synastry

This will be felt very personally by the house person. Chiron will expose you to the world, almost. They will shed light on how the house person shows up in front of the world, if the mask they are wearing for the public is authentic enough, or if the house person is confident enough wearing their social mask. Chiron will be like a mentor to the House person. The house person will realise a lot of things about their work and career, about how they show up in front of the world etc. Chiron will act like an advisor and a mentor to the House person. In conflicted or immature relationships, the Chiron person can make the House person extremely self conscious of they appear between people, or give them social anxiety, degrade their confidence etc. The house person will feel controlled and smothered by Chiron because Chiron might tell them things that will make them insecure of themselves. This is very much like a controlling mother who wants her daughter to appear perfect in front of everybody. The house person will feel pressured by Chiron and Chiron's tendency to appear a certain way and look totally perfect as a couple even when things are not that way in reality. In healthy relationships Chiron will teach the House person a lot about maintaining a good reputation, having a stable career etc. Chiron will feel like their efforts to build a successful person aren't going to waste. These two will help each other professionally a lot!

Chiron in 11th House Synastry

With the 11th house of hopes, long terms plans, networking, making connections, achieving goals, Chiron will inspire the House person to take action towards their goals. The house person will reconsider their long terms plans because of Chiron's influence. The house person will see Chiron as a part of their future and will consider Chiron to be a big influence on how they plan for their ambitions. Both Chiron and house person will inspire each other with new ideas and hope, and Chiron might introduce the House person to very important people who might help House achieve their goals. There is a sense of motivation that Chiron fills the house person up with. In immature or conflicted relationships, the House person will feel like Chiron always shatter their dreams or never let them dream. House person will feel extremely neglected and as though their hopes and aspirations doesn't matter. Chiron will also limit the house person from networking or socializing or simply becoming a decent well liked person in their community. Chiron will somehow become disloyal or really taint the house person's name in the social circle. In healthy or positive relationships, Chiron and the House person will immensely support each other's dreams and goals. Both will help each other to meet with important people, build important friendships etc. The Chiron person will act like a guide for the House person. They will educate the house person on social life, making friends, achieving goals, etc. Both will achieve many beautiful things together as a team!

Chiron in 12th House Synastry

The 12th house is about the unseen and everything to do with our mind. It's about the un-ordinary and the fantastical. When someone has their Chiron in your 12th house, you will feel like your are healing, but won't realise how. Because the 12th house is so subtle, and so unconscious. The House person will be healing in every tiny interaction with Chiron person. They won't realise they are healing each other, but it will be subconscious and subliminal. In unhealthy relationships though, it'll feel as though Chiron can read you so well and that they have this key to unlock your inner world, but they aren't making a good use of it. The Chiron person will know how to fuck up the house person's psychology. Often times though, in immature relationships, nobody will realise this, expect the house person might feel intuitive hints that the Chiron person is not good for their mental health. Chiron will screw your mind, if you don't realise it quickly enough. In healthy relationships though, Chiron is going to heal you very subtly. The house person will feel a genuine lift in their mood/energy whenever Chiron is around. Chiron will almost act like this perfect parent, to the little child that is the house person. Because when a baby is developing, they pick up very small clues and signs, and that shapes their mind in the long term. So Chiron in this aspect, will be healing the house person to great depth. Infact both will heal each other, both will feel more positive around each other, and yes, both will trigger each other enormously because of the deep seated emotions and fears. But these two will also come out stronger on the other end!

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bigbangclappin · 1 year

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Baby Daddy Gangster 2

Summary: Ding Dong! Your baby daddy is back and wants in your life and your daughter’s. And with that smile you might as well shove the door wide open.

Paring: Nakamoto YutaXReader(1st Person POV!)

Warnings: Cursing! Baby Daddy themes, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, Mafia/Yakuza themes (It’s not glamorous in real life folks!)

Word Count: 2,382

A/N: GUYS IT'S FINALLY HERE! PART TWO! I hope it's enjoyable! I loved writing it! Let me know if we want a part three!

Tag List: @iveivory @champagne-n-yachts @dilfjohhny @junglewoos

Part one

Unknown number: Is Yuki wearing a 3T or a 4T?

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Really baby?

I shook my head in exasperation, throwing my phone into my back pocket. The man was relentless to say the least, he did earn that title fair and square.

What could I have possibly been thinking back then?

Clearly sexual gratification was worth more to me than my hypothetical child’s future, because now here I am. Stuck with a gangster for a baby daddy who didn’t understand the phrase get lost.

I shrugged my shoulders, well there was nothing I could do to change who Yuki’s dad is now. I just had to live with the consequences of my actions.

Which wasn't all that bad considering my daughter was healthy and happy, I grinned as she played with her dolls on the floor. She did resemble her father, with her pretty smile and expressive eyes, she received all the best qualities of Yuta it seemed.

“Mommy?” Her sweet little voice asked from where she sat on the floor.

“Hmm?”

“Guess what?”

I giggled because she loved to play guessing games ever since she could speak in almost full sentences. I never had the heart to discourage her playful chatter despite her daycare teacher’s warning about how it was becoming disruptive in class.

“What?” I replied casually, taking a sip from my drink.

“I met Daddy today.”

My entire mouthful of beverage was spewed across the room and on to my daughter who whines.

“Mommy ew!” She cried, wiping her little arms in disgust.

“Oh Yuki I’m so sorry sugar,” I snagged some paper towels from the kitchen and began cleaning her off.

“But what did you mean by you met Daddy?” I asked keeping my tone as even as possible. “You don’t have a Daddy, remember?”

She shook her head defiantly, her dark hair flying every which way, “I do have a Daddy mommy! And he’s pretty! And look he gived me a present!!”

My heart was racing as she flew to her small panda backpack. She rummaged through it for a moment before wobbling her way back to me with something in her tiny hand.

When the gold glinted in the light I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, he really went behind my back. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I shouldn’t have felt hurt either. Yuta was resourceful and clearly he used those resources to his advantage to find Yuki’s school.

The tiger bracelet in my daughter’s hand mocked me; after everything I had done to keep that God damned insignia out of her life he literally just dropped it in her hand like nothing.

Once a fucking bastard always a bastard.

It took all I had in me to not snatch the piece of gaudy jewelry out of Yuki’s hand and melt it in my fireplace. I took a very, long and deep breath in.

“Yuki, how did you get this?”

“I told you Mama,” She exasperated, “Daddy gived it to me”

“It’s gave love,” I corrected, “Where did he give it to you?”

She put her finger to her lips in thought, “Mr. Lee tooked us outside to play and dis really big car was dere. Den a big scary man got out, he was not nice Mommy, but den Daddy got out and yelled my name–”

“Yuki, that's dangerous, we've talked about not speaking to strangers!” I scolded her, literally stunned. My daughter was so trusting she basically ran into her father’s arms without question.

She recoiled at my tone and began playing with the little trinket on the bracelet out of nervousness, “But Daddy isn’t a stranger…”

I didn’t mean to scoff at my child but she had never met her father once, I know Yuki was sweet and that she was young but I couldn’t understand why she went against what I taught her for a man who is a complete stranger to her.

“Yuki,” I sighed, “You don’t have a daddy Sugar.”

Her cheeks turned red with a huff, “I do too!”

I put a hand to my forehead ready to end the man I had loved for most of my life. This is exactly why I wanted to keep him out of her life.

“Where was Mr. Lee?” I decided to change my questioning to keep her from getting any more upset.

“He came over after Daddy gived-gave me my present.”

“Did he say anything to…Daddy?” I literally had to swallow the bile rising in my throat.

It took Yuki a moment to respond before she said, “Mr. Lee picked me up and asked Daddy who he was.”

“Anything else?” I pushed knowing it was a little unfair to expect her to remember everything the men said or did but my three year old was my only witness.

“Ummmm yeah!” she said excitedly, “Daddy asked Mr. Lee why are you holding my daughter? And then Mr. Lee said dat I don’t have a daddy. But den Daddy showed Mr. Lee a piece of paper and Daddy told me that he would see me and mommy later and got in the big car again. ”

Oh Jesus Christ. He never changes. Over possessive asshole and what the hell did he show Yuki’s teacher? Such a jerk off move to use my kid as a way to exert some weirdo caveman claim on me.

This was a mess I did not agree to and it was stressing me out. I had no immediate fix to remedy Yuta throwing himself into Yuki’s life. I didn’t even have a clue on where to begin to unravel everything my baby daddy put into her head.

“Thanks baby,” I patted her head, “Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready.”

“Okay mommy.” she scooted off as I made off for the kitchen.

I never quite made it there because there was a knock on the front door. I sighed I didn’t want to deal with any door-to-door missionaries or salesmen. I went to check the peephole and saw my worst nightmare standing there.

Looking more delicious than the last time I had seen him. Tight ass tshirt hugging his pecs and abs. His organization’s tattoos were covered by the jacket he wore all but the ones on his neck. That same damn tiger he gave to Yuki was peeking over his shirt collar like a damn slap to my face.

Against my better judgment I opened the door. I had a bone to pick with him about going behind my back.

“So you’re a stalker now?” I asked with a strong bite.

He flashed his panty dropping smile at me as he smashed the cigarette he was smoking out under his fancy loafers.

“Only for you baby,” he poked at me with that cheeky tone, “And of course our beautiful Yuki.”

I frowned in anger instantly, “You had no right to go to her school Yuta.”

He tsked, “Why not? Because you said so? Last time I checked I never signed over my parental rights.”

“Are you serious right now?” I gasped in shock, “You abandoned us not an hour after she took her first breath! You never came out of the shadows to do anything with her! As far as I am concerned you did sign off on any kind of rights or relationship.”

His cheeks flushed red which meant he was starting to lose his temper. A real shocker.

“You have no idea the threats I was facing at work, I abandoned our family so that you and our daughter wouldn’t get hurt or worse.”

“Why weren’t you honest with me then? I would’ve understood if it came down to her safety—”

“You’re full of it babe you gave me a hard time whenever I uttered a single word about the family. If I had told you the truth at the time you would’ve ran and I would have never been able to keep tabs on you and Yuki like I’ve been able to since she was born. At least this way I could be with you during your pregnancy and keep you both safe even if that meant I couldn’t be with you after you gave birth to her.”

My head was spinning and I felt like I was being gaslighted, “When I told you I was pregnant you told me to get an abortion.”

He let out a hum, “And when you slapped me across my face that was the end of it. I knew how serious you were about wanting her. I never said another word about it.”

“You’re literally insane…” I mumbled running an entirely confused hand through my hair.

“No doubt about that babe you knew that when we got together back in school. Now that we’ve cleared the air may I please come in and see our daughter? I brought gifts…and since you chose to be petty and ignore me about what size she is I also brought gift receipts.”

I finally noticed the large men standing off to the side with armfuls of gift bags, large, small, medium, mostly girly in prints and pinks. Oh my god he’s bribing my kid, he’s seriously bribing my daughter.

“Yuta do you realize how confusing this must be for her? Like you were nonexistent in her three years of life and just want to pop in with presents and pretend like you were always there? That’s not fair to her, just because you’re her biological father doesn't automatically mean you have a relationship with her. And while we’re on the subject, what the hell did you show to Mark?”

Yuta ticked his jaw to the side and licked his lips; he was angry for sure.

“Who the fuck is Mark?” He snapped at me some of his cool demeanor flying out the window.

Jealous. Again. Over someone who watches Yuki. Utterly ridiculous.

“Yuki’s teacher, remember?” I bit back, “You shoved something in his face, what was it?”

“Her fucking birth certificate,” he said with a clenched jaw, “So you’re on a first name basis with all of her teachers then?”

“Nakamoto Yuta,” I spat, “Enough with your petty jealousy it’s irritating and irrational and also unwarranted.”

“Apparently it isn’t if you’re on a first name basis with her teacher.”

I was 1000% over his childish attitude. This wasn’t the first time we argued over his tendency to get jealous.

“Have a lovely evening Yuta,” I started to close the door but one of the beefy men blocked me from slamming it in my baby daddy’s face.

Yuta snapped at the man in Japanese but looked back to me, “Let me in to see our daughter (Y/n).”

“I didn’t bow to you three years ago and I’m certainly not doing it now,” I growled at him, “You can’t snap your fingers and expect me to jump for you like a dog.”

He ran a hand through his dark shaggy hair in anger, “I expect you to let me have a relationship with our daughter.”

I folded my arms across my chest in means of frustration and protection, “What’s your endgame here Yuta?”

“There’s no endgame here (Y/n) but wanting a relationship with Yuki.”

“Why now though Yuta?” I questioned him with my head tilted.

He opened his mouth to answer when a small cry came from behind me. “Daddy!”

I blocked my daughter’s view by placing my legs in front of the small slot made by the door, “Look what you’ve done. How am I supposed to explain to her that you left when you inevitably leave again?”

The look on his face was a mixture of anger and hurt with his jaw clenched he said, “What I did to keep you and Yuki safe should not be what you hold against me (Y/n), I’ve done a lot of things to warrant your resentment but this is not one of them I promise. You chose me too, you know? It takes two people to have a baby.”

“It’s not my fault the condom broke Yuta…” I growled quietly and my eyes shifted toward my elderly neighbor who was out walking her Poodle. Apparently I wasn’t quiet enough since she gave us an affronted look on her way by.

“It’s your fault you weren’t taking the pill babe,” he said just as angry, “We can point fingers all we want but it’s a little late for the blame game don’t you think? All I want is to see our daughter. Regardless of our past, Yuki has the right to a father.”

My daughter began swatting my legs so she could get to Yuta, “Mommy I wanna see Daddy. Move please!”

I scoffed at how rude my daughter was, “Yuki, that's not how we ask to get by, telling someone to move is impolite.”

“Sorry Mommy but Daddy’s here!”

“Sugar I’ve already told you that you do not have a–”

“(Y/n) don’t you dare finish that sentence. You’re the one that’s going to confuse her. Come here my baby girl, I brought you something!”

My blood boiled as I watched my baby daddy pick my little girl up and kiss her cheek while letting her peek into one of the large gift bags. I couldn’t resist the little smile that poked through at her excited squeal, her happiness was contagious.

My stomach may have done a flip when I noticed the soft look on my ex’s face as he helped Yuki rifle through the clothes he had bought her. It was probably just wishful thinking on my part, but seeing him hold my child just felt natural.

I awkwardly made eye contact with another neighbor who lived across the way and even with the distance I could see the judgmental look on his face. I sighed, finally relenting to let the men in. I didn’t want anyone to report me to the landlord on suspicious activity.

I pushed the door aside and motioned to Yuta, “Come inside, people are staring.”

He gave me that gorgeous smile that got me pregnant in the first place, “Thanks baby.”

As I allowed his guards inside I knew I was going to live to regret my decision but what could one visit hurt?

A lot.

It could hurt a lot.

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eulalielatibule · 5 months

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Pine-ing For You

Pairing: Soft!Roommate!Ransom x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Fluff, Christmas, some swearing, fake dating, there was only one bed.

Summary: You bring your roommate, Ransom, to your family's Christmas celebration.

A/N: This is a repost from my old account, @/hevans-angel. It's probably my favorite Ransom fic I've written so I wanted to get it out for this holiday season! Merry Christmas everyone!

You had known Ransom Drysdale for many years, since you both were in diapers. It was safe to say you two were good friends, despite Ransom being… Well, Ransom. You practically knew everything about him.

Practically.

Since letting him move in with you after he was cut from Harlan’s inheritance, however, you discovered the biggest plot twist of all plot twists:

Hugh Ransom Drysdale loved Christmas.

Like, love loved.

As in, the man who gagged at those commercials of families getting together and being wholesome was also the person that put up the Christmas decorations at 12 am on November 1st.

You didn’t mind though, it was nice seeing him enjoy himself for a change; you had never seen him smile so much before, it was sweet. You almost told him he should smile more often but you didn’t want to run the risk of getting him all embarrassed so he’d stop.

Instead, you listened as he sang Christmas songs- his favorite was Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer, and he changed the lyrics so that Walt got run over- and helped him bake those little sugar cookies that had Christmas trees and snowmen on them.

You even put up with him whenever you just so happened to be standing underneath the mistletoe. He'd kissed your cheek and you’d kiss his, and when you'd pull back he'd be smirking.

One time when you both were drunkenly singing All I Want for Christmas is You, he pulled you over to the plant hanging from the ceiling and kissed you straight on the mouth. It was a chaste, puckered lips type of kiss and yet it still made your heart flutter from excitement. You both carried on as if nothing happened, never brought it up when you were sober.

You eventually decided the incident was merely drunken shenanigans and nothing more, although a part of you wanted to feel his plush lips against yours again.

When you asked him to join you at your family’s annual Christmas party, you weren’t surprised that he said yes. In fact, he seemed excited to go. He had told you that Harlan always threw these big holiday parties at his mansion, but they always ended in fights and Ransom running off to the nearest bar so he could drown his issues in the first woman he saw.

Not this year, though. This year you promised him it was going to be good. You had a small family, so really it was only going to be you, your mom, your dad, and your siblings. Maybe grandparents too if they could stop by.

“The only thing is,” you started, “I kinda need to lie and say we’re dating.” Ransom’s eyebrow quirked up, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Sweetheart, if you wanted to go out with me all you had to do was ask,” he quipped, causing you to scoff playfully and lightly shove his shoulder.

“No, it’s just that if my grandparents show up they’re going to bug me about how I’m ‘getting too old’ and I need to settle down. I'd rather not deal with it this year." Ransom dropped a heavy arm across your shoulder and squeezed in reassurance; you felt like a ragdoll compared to his strength.

"Don't worry, I'll help you out."

🎄

Christmas Eve came along, and you and Ransom drove to your parent’s house. He insisted on taking his Beamer, but of course he had to drive even though he didn’t know the directions. It was in the next town over in a nice gated community. You were the youngest of the family, so when you moved out to pursue your career they moved from one really big and fancy house to a different really big and fancy house.

The man at the gate let you in and Ransom drove by each neatly decorated house; some had only lights, some lawn decorations, a few had next to nothing. It was to be expected though, seeing that mostly elderly people lived in the neighborhood. You figured it was probably hard for them to decorate given their old ages.

When he got to the destination, you both got out of the warmth of the car and into the cold Boston air. Your parents- or perhaps someone they hired- made their house look like a fairytale; Hundreds of white lights covered every inch of the house, giant candy canes acted as a faux fence around the front lawn and two nutcrackers stood guard at the base of the porch. It looked even more magical with the light dusting of snow covering the ground.

“Wow, do they do this every year?” Ransom asked as he carefully climbed the stairs. He extended his hand to you, and when you didn’t take it he glanced over his shoulder. “C’mon, we're dating. Couples hold hands, sweetheart.” He smirked and you huffed a laugh, taking his gloved hand as he helped you up the stairs.

“Thank you. Yeah, they love decorating for the holidays. The inside is probably going to be even better.” After a knock to the door, you heard some busting from inside before your dad opened it with a big smile.

"Hey you two! Merry Christmas!" He hugged you and kissed your head before turning to Ransom. "How are you feeling being away from your family for Christmas?" Ransom shrugged, taking his sunglasses off.

"Honestly? Relieved. I don't have to deal with their bullshit. Thank you for letting me join you guys." Your family, parents in particular, loved Ransom. They found him charming and his comments on his family always made them laugh, because who could disagree? The Drysdales and the Thrombeys were horrible. Everyone that knew them would say that. Ransom had his moments, but since moving in with you he had improved a lot.

“Don’t mention it. Come on it,” your dad stepped aside and you and Ransom went into the house. Just as you expected, it was decorated beautifully. A giant Christmas tree stood in the corner next to the fireplace, said fireplace lit up and had stockings already hung up. There were dozens of presents underneath the tree, and sparkling multi-colored lights adorned the entire room.

“The turkey should be ready in an hour. You two get comfy.” Ransom went over to the fireplace and blinked in surprise.

“One of these has my name on it.”

“Well yeah. Seeing that we’re spending the night here, why wouldn’t they get you a stocking?” You stood beside him. Ransom’s was knitted with red yarn and on the white, fluffy cuff was embroidered “Hugh” in gold colored thread. They never liked calling him Ransom, your mom said the name “sounded too mean.” Yours was next to his, all white. The yarn had silver threads laced in it, and your name was embroidered in silver.

“Do they get stockings for anyone who comes over?” He didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, in fact he was the opposite of that. He just couldn’t believe someone would go through the trouble of doing that. As if you could sense that, you wrapped your arms around his torso from behind and hugged him.

“Face it, Ransom. We love you.” You grinned and he offered a small smile back.

“Finally admitting it, huh?” He turned around in your grasp. You felt your face heat up just a little as you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You know how I feel about you. You’re my best friend.” Ransom looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he kissed your forehead and sighed.

“You’re mine too.”

🎄

The party ended up going very well. Turns out pretending to be Ransom’s girlfriend wasn’t all that hard. You two pretty much acted normally, but there was extra hand holding, snuggling, and kissing. Lots more kissing. Whether it was on the cheek, forehead, even the back of your hand. He never kissed your lips, which in all honesty disappointed you. But you figured it was probably for the best, seeing that you were already so in your feelings about him.

Everyone in the family loved him, as usual. Your grandparents said they were happy you finally settled down with a nice boy. They even asked if you two would get married. You told them to quit it, but Ransom butted in.

“I can say with 100% certainty that I don’t see myself ever leaving her side.” Everyone at the table aww’d. You looked at Ransom, both confused but you also felt like your heart would burst from the sweetness of it. He winked and took another bite of turkey.

After dinner you all played games and watched a movie. It was tradition in your household to watch A Christmas Story every year on Christmas Eve. By bedtime, your parents told you that you and Ransom would be sharing the guest room.

Of course, there was only one bed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you whined, laying down on the plush comforter beneath you. You had already changed into your pajamas, and Ransom was about to change into his.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” He said, even though he was clearly smirking. You glared at him and he laughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m kidding. C’mon, this isn’t a big deal. We’ve fallen asleep on the couch together before.” He tried to reason with you.

“I know, but this is… Different.” You avoided his gaze and traced the stitching on a suddenly interesting throw blanket. Ransom sat on the bed in front of you and took your hand, making you look up at him.

“Do you want me to sleep on the ground?” He offered, but you shook your head.

“No, I don’t want you sleeping uncomfortably. You can sleep up here, but… No funny business.” You pointed a finger at him, and he nodded.

“You got it. No funny business.”

He went to the bathroom and changed into his pajamas, which was apparently sweatpants and no shirt. Lovely. You groaned and rolled over so you were facing away from him. You felt the bed shift as he laid down next to you.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Ransom.”

🎄

Christmas morning, everyone gathered around the tree to open presents. You sat next to Ransom on the sofa, his arm resting on the cushions behind you. The position was all too familiar, and your face heated; see, when you had woken up, you found yourself snuggled up to Ransom. You were nuzzled in his side, his arm draped protectively around you. You had managed to wiggle out of his grip without him noticing.

Gifts were passed out, "thank yous" and hugs as well. You had gotten a lot this time around, and your family even got Ransom gifts as well. That made him tear up, and you teased him for being such a sap.

Your gifts to him were simple but you hoped it showed you cared. It was a few new sweaters- you knew he lived in them practically all year long- a cookbook so he finally had no excuse to help you in the kitchen, and a writing set.

You had found this beautiful leather-bound notebook and fountain pen set online and ordered it immediately. Ransom had been talking about wanting to get into writing, whether it was novels like his Grandad or something else. You also mentioned to him that journalling was a good way to get one's feelings out in a healthy and constructive way. He seemed keen about the idea.

"Y/N, thank you so much," he pulled you into a hug and kissed your head. "I love this. I'll write you little messages every day." He said it in a joking way, but the way his eyes lit up made you think differently.

He went over to the tree and brought back a candy cane striped gift bag, placing it in your lap.

"Open mine now."

You untied the string handles and took the multi-colored tissue paper out. Inside was a set of three glass self watering globes- the top was a sphere and it had a long stem extending from it that had a hole at the tip, which allowed water in and out; perfect for watering plants.

The best part? The globe part was decorated to look like a cat’s face. It even had little ears. You gasped and looked at Ransom, who was looking pretty proud of himself.

“These are so cute! I… Can’t believe you got me a genuinely nice gift?” He scoffed and looked offended, but you knew he was just teasing.

“Oh wow, thanks a lot. As if you don’t go around our house talking to your plants as if they were real-”

“They are real.”

“As if they could understand you,” he offered, to which you nodded and he continued. “Besides, ever since you made me take care of them-”

“I didn’t make you, you insisted on it. And it wasn’t all of them, it was one. And it was fake.”

“Would you stop interrupting me? Could you do that?” He poked your side, to which you squealed and wiggled away from him.

“Okay! Okay. Continue, please.” You raised your hands in surrender, making Ransom laugh.

“Thank you. As I was saying, I know this is a hobby you love and…" he shrugged as he trailed off. You grinned and hugged him.

"Thank you, it's amazing. Now, what else did you get me?" He chuckled and squeezed your shoulder affectionately.

"The rest is at our place. It's a surprise."

Once all the gifts were opened and breakfast (and about half the candy in your stocking) was eaten you all said your goodbyes and headed your separate ways. On the way home, you and Ransom stopped by a coffee shop. You got tea and he got hot chocolate.

As you got out of his Beamer you saw something sitting at the front door. As you got closer you noticed it was a little cactus that had reddish-pink flowers growing on it. The way the flowers were growing made it look like it had a flower crown on. Your mouth hung open and Ransom hummed.

“Looks like the delivery made it on time.”

“Oh my god! I love it,” you enthusiastically picked up the potted plant and held it in outstretched arms so you could admire it. Meanwhile, Ransom unlocked and opened the door, an eyebrow raised.

“Are you actually crying right now?”

“Shut up, it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” you stuck your tongue out at him, running to the living room to add your newest baby to the collection. He rolled his eyes lightheartedly as he sat down in his recliner.

“I’m glad you like it, sweetheart. I would have gotten you something more but seeing that I’m running out of money that wasn’t an option.” You scoffed and shook your head, ridding yourself of your jacket and mittens.

“Are you kidding? This was perfect. /You were perfect. Thank you for being so great at the party. It really means a lot.”

“You know I’d do anything for you, babe,” he spoke so softly you almost missed it. You turned to him and reminisced on the past month, all the fun you two had. It was the most fun you had ever had with Ransom, the most fun you had ever even seen him have. Growing up he pretty much avoided anyone and everyone during the holidays, which is why you assumed he hated it. Now you realized he just didn’t have anyone that he could actually celebrate with in a meaningful way.

Now you realized that you didn’t want him to feel that way ever again.

“What are you thinking about?” You heard him ask, voice low and face soft. You broke out of your trance before gesturing for him to stand up. With a groan he did.

“Follow me.” You led him to the fireplace and stopped directly in front of it. Ransom’s forehead was wrinkled in confusion before he followed your eye line to the mistletoe hanging above you. He chuckled gently.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one to drag you over to the mistletoe,” he put his hands on your shoulders, gently letting them run down your arms and settle at your hips.

“Do you remember a few weeks ago, when we were drunk and you kissed me?” You felt him squeeze your hips lightly before nodding.

“That rings a bell.”

Your hands ventured up his chest, feeling all the defined muscles underneath the maroon sweater he was wearing. One hand rested on his shoulder, the other the back of his neck.

“I kind of want to do it again.”

“To get drunk or to kiss?” Ransom spoke softly. He licked his lips as his eyes roamed over your face.

You answered him by pulling his face towards your own and finally letting your two lips meet once more.

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x woc!reader #ransom drysdale fluff #my writing

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latenightbreezeinheaven · 2 years

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Hot sexual attraction aspects and overlays in synastry (based on my experience with a particular guy) 🥵

🔥Lilith in 1st house overlay - I am the lilith person and he is the house person. I was sexually obsessed with him like every single time I thought about having sex, the first one who I fantasized about was with him. I just can't explain this type of feeling because I had never felt it with anyone before. I also felt like I could show the darkest sexual parts of me without worrying about him judging me and I could be wild as much as I want. 🖤

🔥Mars in 1st house overlay (especially conjuncting ascendant) - He is the mars person and I am the ascendant person. I don't know how he felt when he was with me but I felt so effing hot even when I was just making an eye contact and talking casually with him. My body feels tense suddenly till now whenever we meet and I feel like a hot pebble from the beach which is willing to get stepped on by him. 😂😭 By this, I'm not putting him on a pedestal but there is something about him that can ignite the sexual feelings unlike other guys and he can make me aroused just by an eye contact. Gurl even while I'm writing this, I'm sweating and blushing WELP. 💀

💓Sun conjunct venus - He is the venus person and I am the sun person. In most cases, they say that the venus person admires and adores the sun person no matter how they look or how they act. The attraction just comes naturally and I kinda agree with it because I once saw him looking at me with that look saying "you're my dream girl and I want you so much and I just want to see you happy and I like admiring from afar". 🤭 I'm not even exaggerating and I recognized that look from the start and I'm also never going to forget those eyes on me. However, as the sun person, I also love him. I think this aspect doesn't necessarily create a sexual hot tension between two people but this is more of like sweet love and adoration. 🥺💕

🔥Moon sextile mars - OH BOYY now I just realized why I LOVE men who have cancer mars. It's because their mars sextile my moon in virgo!! 😏 I've also experienced moon conjunct mars where I was the moon person and it was also insanely intense and hot. However, with him, I have a sextile and it was also not very different from the arousal that I got with the conjunction. And I think this aspect doesn't only create physical attraction but as the moon person, I was also attracted to how he moves, initiates and how he gets angry. This is soo weird but I love aggresive side of him and his passion towards his goals.

🔥Sun square mars - He is the sun person and I am the mars person. I don't know how this aspect actually works but I just feel like this creates those "ur so hott u know that lil mf" feelings in me as the mars person and I just love his personality and his ego. Yes loving his ego is weird but it's true. 😐

🔥Mars trine mars - I just felt naturally attracted to his sexual side. I just couldn't let him stay in my mind without having sexual thoughts. I felt like we are also naturally inclined sexually. Like we have a sexual chemistry. 👀

🔥Mars trine neptune - I am the mars person and he is the neptune person. This aspect can actually create illusions about having sex with him from my side for sure as neptune is not the easy one to deal with for me PERSONALLY. And I just noticed that neptune is a generational planet and I often have a strong desire to merge with those who have their neptune trining my mars.

🔥Mars opposition pluto - He is the pluto person and I am the mars person. I don't know who gets obsessed more here but from my side, as I mentioned above, I was literally melting for him. He is not even hot at all. He doesn't have those qualifications of a hot summer boy from the beach but I can't take my eyes off him when he's around and I also love LOVE touching him a lot. Sorry if this sounded creepy though lol 😂

💓Ascendant conjunct ascendant - Most people say that this is a soulmate aspect and I think we may also be because we have so many similarities. The habits, the mindset, the words we communicate, the way we act. The funny thing that happened was I got sick about two days before my birthday and he also got sick two days before his birthday lmao. 😹 Also I feel very familiar with him because the way we express ourselves to the outer world is almost the same and I feel like we can understand each other for how we act in the public and the outsiders are just outsiders and we are just in our little world. 🍃

✨Extra - We also have other similar aspects in our natal charts. We both have a cancer stellium. We both have a 12th house stellium. We both have mercury in cancer in 12th house. We have sun in 12th house (he's cancer and I'm gemini). His vertex conjuncts my vertex in synastry too and both of our vertex are in our 4th houses although we were not even born in close years. To be really honest, he's a lot A LOT older than me. But don't creep out though. I just have daddy issues and I'm not kidding. 😫

And tbh, even though I wrote those tenses with the past tense, I still get those wild feelings in my stomach and my heart always beats crazily whenever I see him. 😩

This is the end and thank you for reading to the end! You can also share your experiences with the person you had a strong sexual attraction and the placements you both shared because I'm soo curious. Have a great day! 💌

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wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 1631 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I tried a new format of writing, I kinda want to try narrating like a movie ? idk if you caught that. tell me what you think, I'd really love that. Let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

I. YOU WILL BE DEALT WITH.

“Really handsome, blond, tall and a son of a bitch.” These are the words you would use to describe Draco Malfoy if somebody ever asked you. Of course, you are not worried of ever saying the first four words of that sentence to anyone because, well, nobody would ever ask you.

It’s not that your opinion of the blond boy doesn’t matter, don’t get me wrong, but it’s just that your judgement of Malfoy is well known all across Hogwarts : you hate Draco, with a passion. Matter fact, if you had a gun with two bullets and you were in a room with Voldemort, Umbridge , and Draco, you would shoot draco, twice.

You must be curious on why you both hate each other so much ; Well for starters, it all started on the first ever day of Hogwarts when⎯

“Draco fucking Malfoy.”you yelled at the top of your lungs as soon as you felt a translucent-gooey-textured liquid being poured on the top of your head, slowly making its way on your shoulders. For the matter that drenched your upper body was unknown, you closed your eyes instantly, preventing whatever-that-was from infecting your eyes.

(I guess we’ll tell that story another day)

You quickly wiped your eyes with your fingers, wanting to see the culprit so you could give them a piece of your mind. But, of course, you knew damn well who would dare to pull this type of pranks at eight am.

There he was, right in front of you, Draco Malfoy, with his stupid platinum blond hair, laughing stupidly with his stupider friends. Oh, how his laugh was aggravating to your ears.

“What the fuck did you just pour on me Malfoy?”You gritted your teeth, angry as ever. Who in their right state of mind would be this bored to pull a prank this early in the morning?

A smirk grazed his lips as he looked down on you. “What I just poured on you is troll snot.” His response earned a roar of laughter from not only his little clique, but the entire hallway which was, conveniently for Draco, busy at this time of the day. “And you think it's bloody funny you fucking tosser?” You said, disgusted as you helplessly tried to clean your hands on your skirt.

“Geez, Gorgon.” He chuckled as if you said the silliest thing ever. “Who shat in your cereals?” This statement made Crabbe and Goyle slap their knees and grab their stomach as it hurt with laughter. “Stop laughing! What's so funny you idiots?” You glared at them which made them stop at once.

You took a step towards the blond boy while looking at him straight into his eyes. “You're satisfied of yourself right now, aren't you Malfoy?” He took a step back, not sure of what's going to be your next move. “Are you du—” You were interrupted by a stern voice that silenced the entire hallway in a matter of seconds.

“What in Merlin's name is going on over here?” You didn't even need to turn around to see whose voice it is as you know it too damn well. Plus, the look on Malfoy only confirmed your suspicion. “Fuck, it's Snape.” He muttered shakily under his breath. “You are little coward, aren't you Malfoy?” You giggled bitterly finding his reaction way too funny. “Everybody go to class.” The professor continued. “NOW.”He demanded making every student watching the scene scurry to their first class of the day.

“Y/N Gorgon. Draco Malfoy.” Snape said in a severe voice. “What did you two scheme this time?” You turned around to look at the professor's face filled of exasperation. Well, can you blame him? There's not a single person in the world that wouldn't be tired of giving the same two students detention almost every day for the past six years. Yes, every day for the past SIX years.

Snape's presence didn't even bother you at this point, the man has seen you in all the possible situations and emotional states since the day you stepped foot into Hogwarts. So, unbothered, you continued talking to Draco as if Snape wasn't even in the room. “You will not get away with this Malfoy”you said through gritted teeth. “Trust, you will be dealt with.” You poked your index finger at his chest. “You didn't win yet, you fucking twat." The last statement earned you a smack in the back of your head from Snape.

“10 points out for Slytherin for your foolishness.” he said, disappointed. “I think you two already know the drill by now.” He sighed looking at the two of you in front of him. “Potions classroom. Cauldrons.” He said lifelessly, as usual.

“I think you are mistaken professor, we cleaned the cauldrons yesterday.” Draco said hurriedly. You quickly nudged Draco with your elbow. “Shut up Malfoy.” you mouthed.

“Would you rather help Filch on his cleaning duties?” Snape said already knowing your reaction. “No, sir.” You said quickly.

“Good.”He said before turning his back and leaving to Merlin knows where, but, then, he stopped his motions before turning back towards you and Draco. “Oh and Y/N.” You gulped. “Clean yourself before going to detention.” He brought his hand to his nose, waving it up and down as if to eliminate a bad odour. “The stench of troll snot isn't really pleasant for my nose. I think I speak for all of us” He turned back and disappeared quickly from the hallways which were empty by now, leaving only you and Draco who was currently laughing uncontrollably.

Of course, you didn't hesitate to kick him where the sun doesn't shine to make him shut up. And it did work.

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"And he got me fucked up if he thinks that he'll get away with this easily." You stormed into your room, muttering like a mad woman. "He really thinks" you sat yourself on your desk, slamming a piece of paper on it. "that I'm going to let this slide, huh?" you picked up your quill and started writing on the paper. "Malfoy, you don't know what's coming for your right now." you chuckled maniacally.

"What the fuck Y/N?" Athena, your roommate, said as she got out of your shared bathroom, looking like she just got out of the shower. "Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?" she questioned while looking at you curiously and leaning her body on the door frame of the bathroom. "By the way⎯ What in Merlin's beard is this horrid smell?" she scrunched her nose "And it's definitely not me cause I just hopped out of the shower." You glared at her. "Well, what about you?" you said, "aren't you supposed to be in transfiguration right now?" you looked back at your paper. "If you are wondering about the smell," you stopped writing your sentence and met her eyes, "Draco Malfoy poured troll snot on me this morning." you explained.

A look of horror displayed on Athena's face "Troll snot?" you nodded. "Yes troll snot." for a moment she looked like she was suppressing a laugh, but then she couldn't control it anymore and had a fit of laughter. "What are you laughing for you git?" You were utterly offended, why would your dearest friend laugh of your misery?

"I'm sorry love, it's just that it's kind of a good come back for your last prank." she put her hand in front of her mouth as an attempt to hide her smile. "I didn't think that he could top you putting green hair dye in his shampoo." she continued. "Sure." you said smiling as Athena reminded you of your last accomplishment. "So I suppose that you are planning your next prank, aren't you?" she pointed at the piece of paper you were writing. "You know, I think you guys should just kiss at this point." you pretended to gag at her last statement. "Don’t ever say that again Athena. It’s never going to happen." she leaned back from her previous position and started to walk towards you.

"And, yeah, I am." a huge smirk displayed on your face. "And what is it?" she said as she stood next to you. "Nothing." you said simply. "Nothing?" Athena confusedly said as she picked up your piece of paper. "Yeah, I'm just gonna take a step back and watch things unfold." You said while leaning back in your chair, your arms behind your head.

You watched Athena's reaction at your next prank with amusement. "Y/N! You are insane." she exclaimed with her eyes as wide as saucers. "I truly don't know how to feel about this one, it's really risky." she waved the paper in front of your face. "Don't worry about it, it's all fun." you snatched the paper out of her hand. "Besides, that's the adequate payback for what he did today." you smiled mischievously while reading at the words written in the piece of parchment."

Dear Draco,

You filled up my heart for the past years, and I can not thank you enough for bringing me so much joy.

You see, I'm always looking at you secretly and it's creepy, I know, but I can't stop my eyes for prying for every trace of you. You are the highlight of my every day, hour and second.

I feel butterflies in my stomach every time our eyes meet by accident, I feel happy when you laugh but sadness when I see a frown on your face. Oh, how I'm infatuated by you.

But see, pretty boy, a wave of sadness can't help but to wash all over me when I wonder if you even know my existence.

Darling, do you even know my name? do you know I exist?

yours truly,

your secret admirer.

"This is perfect." you folded the letter and put it in a pink envelope. "I don't know about this Y/N." Athena sounded genuinely worried. "It's all he deserves for ruining my day by pouring troll snot on me." you said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, speaking of troll snot." Athena scrunched her nose in disgust. "you should really take a shower."

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟣: 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗒𝖾, 𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝖠𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗒

the cast // series masterlist

chap. 1 || chap. 2 || chap. 3 || chap. 4 || chap. 5

word count: 4.5k+

tag list: @starvviss @lov3rgirllll @starless-nightz @random-girls-loves

author’s note: so...first chapter, how are we looking?? 👀 Also, there’s no way for me to be this consistent with my book 😮, let’s hope i can keep this up!

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‼️ DISCLAIMER FOR THIS CHAPTER ‼️

Just Some Cursing

Bold Italics are the Flashbacks

Bold Italics with the ‘Single Quotation Marks’ are spoken in 1st POV.

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Born from the same father but different mothers, your sibling bond with Percy was unbreakable, certainly unconditional. Your mothers were very close, growing up as best friends from when they were teenagers, accomplishing every achievement together for the sake of you and Percy’s life.

Of course, your moms fell in love, hosting a small spring wedding when you were 10 and Percy was 6 years old.

‘Look…. I didn’t want to be a half-blood. Being a half-blood is dangerous, it’s scary. Most of the time it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. If you think you might be one of us, my advice is to turn away while you still can because once they know who you are, they’ll sense it too and they’ll come for you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

‘My name is Y/N Jackson-Matthews, I’m sixteen years old. Am I a troubled kid? Depends on which context you put this in.’

‘To my parents, I’m the easy and less rebellious child, never causing fights unless provoked, maintaining good school grades, and protecting my brother from trouble. I didn’t mind any of it, rather enjoying being the protector of the family. It makes me visible and seen as an equal to my other family members. Don’t get my parents wrong, they love and care for me very much, but I always felt invisible, blending into the sidelines, due to my shy nature. Luckily, I’m still growing out of that mindset and managing to be an outspoken girl and not a pushover.’

‘So what happens when the protector is unable to protect? Do they give up instant hope and cower in shame? Or do they fight back, willingly seeking a second chance to redeem themselves? The answer to this question is unclear. Whether you make a change or just bystand like others?

With everything going on, from the upbringing of your heritage, both of your mothers went through thick and thin. Developing from friends into lovers hardly changed anything, presumably their love maintained massively for themselves and shared children. A loving family of four was maintained by dark secrets that cost lives.

After many years of moving from states because of unexplainable sightings you and Percy witnessed in confusion and never properly settling down in schools, Yancy Academy was persistent. You and Percy managed a full school semester at Yancy, and your parents were proud of it.

Everything was going well, Percy finally found a friend, Grover Underwood, the boy was a little peculiar but his personality was a sweet innocent one. Yes, you didn’t have any friends but you were fine with it, half of your schoolmates weren’t even worth the time. So, you just hung out with Grover and Percy, defending them against bullies, particularly a redhead named Nancy Bobofit, who was your classmate.

Despite the girl bullying your younger brothers, she never bothered you to the extent she did with others. You shared most of your classes with her, due to being assigned to AP Classes because of your academic gift. Perhaps, maybe she’s always flustered by your mere presence, her rosy cheeks, giving her true feelings away. Even when it’s with a single glance from you, the redhead girl would duck her head and turn the small smile she had on, plastering it with a hardened frown.

‘Until the day that changed, too…until the day one of them decided to come for me and my brother too. My family’s fate will all be in my hands. And maybe I wasn’t prepared for it, nobody was prepared for it. I’m a protector and nothing we hate worse is an unprepared attack.

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Yancy Academy hosted a field trip to the Met Museum about Greek Gods for History Week. Standing beside your younger brothers, Grover and Percy, observing about the many Greek God statues on display while Mr. Brunner briefly discussed Greek History.

Keeping a clipboard in your hand with a worksheet attached to it and you fidgeted with the pen in your other hand. You couldn’t concentrate on anything.

“What you see here, they are not fictions. They are not fantasies. What you see here are the truest and deepest parts of yourselves. Friends…the gods, the monsters, the heroes, you see here in this room are reminders of what we are capable of.” Mr. Brunner explained to the students.

You released a tired sigh, throwing your head slightly back as you resisted the urge to roll your eyes and leave to buy snacks.

Greek Mythology wasn’t your favorite thing to learn about but surprisingly your brother, it’s the only subject he wholeheartedly admires.

“Now, on your worksheets, I want you to choose one of the subjects you see here and describe it. Not just how it looks but how it makes you feel. Hmm…okay, c’mon.” Your History teacher claps twice, urging everyone to disperse and start the assignment.

You blinked down at the clipboard holding your assignment, trying to read the instructions. Your vision goes blurry as you squint your eyes, not believing the sight. Were you seeing things now? Since when do words start to rearrange themselves on paper? That whole ordeal caused even more confusion and an even further increasing headache.

Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder which brings you back to reality as you turn around to face the person. You shake your head, realizing you are in a public place and daydreaming again.

“Hey, Matthews,” Nancy smirks.

“Hey, Bobofit.” Your eyes slanted at the girl’s presence, wondering why the sudden intrusion.

“I was wondering if you had another pen that I could borrow. I seem to have lost mine,”

You nodded with a small smile, about to grab the extra pen from your sweater pocket before your brother joined in the conversation.

“Isn’t that the pen behind your ear?” Percy points out.

You raised your head and scanned the girl’s face as her red hair made it harder to decipher the pen. Nancy’s face flushed in embarrassment as her eyes widened at the blonde’s attempt at humiliation. The redhead absolutely hated that he succeeded in embarrassing her, and in front of you, too. Finally, you spotted the well-hidden pen, observing the writing utensil, safely tucked behind the bridge of her ear.

“Oh yeah, you do have a pen. You don’t need mine.”

Your brother smiles in satisfaction at Nancy’s embarrassment and your cluelessness in the entire situation.

“Yeah, so can you get lost now?” Percy says with a disdained face.

Nancy glares and scoffs at your blonde brother before turning her attention back to you with a half smile. “See you later, Y/N,” she waved with a flirty tone.

You nodded, watching the redhead saunter off to her friend group once again.

“I still don’t get why you even interact with her,” Percy exhales.

“Trust me, I don’t know myself.” You answer him, “Maybe, I want to kill her with kindness,” You joked with a dry tone.

“My sister is always the jester,” Percy rolls his eyes.

“Shut up, doofus,” You shove him. “Let’s hurry up and finish this worksheet so we can buy snacks, I’m starving.”

“I swear you think through your stomach,”

“Whatever, Perseus.”

You two chuckle to yourselves as you both look up at the statue in front of you. It was Perseus, standing victoriously while holding the decapitated head of Medusa.

“What do you see?”

The whole scenery changed, and instead of the museum being crowded it was empty, just the family of four. You, Percy, your mom, Jessica, and your mother, Sally. However, your ages also regressed there too, you were 10 and Percy was 6 as you all stood before the statue. It was a past memory.

“Perseus…that’s me.” A six-year-old Percy answered his mom.

“Mm-hmm, that’s who you’re named after.”

“Is that why you named me after him? Because he was a hero?”

“What makes you think he was a hero?”

“Because he kills monsters.”

“And what makes you think that she was a monster?”

“Mom…”

“Not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero, and not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster.” Your mom, Jessica continues with the conversation.

“This Greek talk is sooo boring,” You mumbled to yourself.

“I named you after him because when he was a very little boy he and his mother were placed in a wooden chest and cast out into the sea by a very angry king.”

Your mom looked at her two children as she spoke, “All alone, afraid, and at night, his mother would whisper in his ear; “Hold fast Perseus. Brave the storm that was made to break us for we are unbreakable as long as we have each other.”

“And against all odds, he managed his way to find a happy ending,” Sally concludes.

You and your mom shared a glance of boredom as she grabbed your hand, sneakily walking away from your brother and mother. You two left the museum and headed towards the food stand outside, ordering two medium-sized pretzels.

“We got pretzels,” You cheered, chewing on the pretzel in your hand as you skipped back inside the museum with your mom.

“And you didn’t bring me any!” Percy yelled in astonishment.

“Why yes, of course, because you and mother were boring me and mom about all this Greek mythology.”

“It’s not my fault your attention span is so short!”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk, Perseus!”

“Just shut up, Y/N/N.”

Before you two could argue again, your mom hit your arm, silencing any of your upcoming words, and replacing it with a hurried yell. Soothing your arm in pain as the impact still subsided, and you pouted at your mom.

“In public places, we use our inside voices, remember.” Sally gently reprimands her two children.

“But—“

Her warning tone was to be carefully treaded with. “Y/N…”

“Why didn’t Percy get hit too?”

“Don’t take that tone with your mother, missy,” Your mom lectures you with a firm stare. “Don’t make me get the belt.”

Neither of your parents were wearing belts and you wondered where she was gonna find one. For once, you decided to keep your smart mouth shut and avoid the consequences this time.

“Fine, we’ll be even.” Sally sighs, briefly hitting Percy’s arm harshly, wincing when his eyes start to water.

“Sorry, mom.” You held your head down in shame and bashfully took another bite of your pretzel.

He cries and you walk over to him, rubbing his back with your free hand, attempting to comfort him. Soon enough, you soothed and wiped his tears away and gave him a huge bear hug.

“Don’t cry, brother. I’ll keep you safe from our mothers.”

He sniffles at you, still staying silent, reciprocating the hug back and not budging.

Pulling away from the bear hug, you grinned softly at the young blonde. “We’ll share my pretzel if you like.” You shoved the half-eaten pretzel into your brother’s face.

Percy wipes his remaining tears away, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he reaches for the desert.

You smiled at your generosity and so did your parents at your kindness shown towards your younger brother. They loved seeing you two get along, too bad that wholesome moment quickly diminished as you began to shout again.

“Not a big piece, you hoarder!”

“How about we get you two separate pretzels?” Sally bargained with an unsure shrug and her wife, Jessica stared at her in disbelief.

“We’re not getting them separate pretzels.” Your mom, Jessica, shakes her head.

“Why not?”

“Can’t you tell, Percy, we’re broke?”

“How broke are we?”

“We’re not broke.”

The family of four started to leave the museum as you walked hand in hand with Percy as he munched on the remainder of your pretzel. You weren’t going to fight him about it because you were getting another one.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sweetie, I’m sure.”

“You’re not very convincing, mom.” You skipped to the pretzel stand with Percy by your side.

Sally smiles down at you. “Y/N takes after you,”

“Oh, please, no she does not.” Your mom scoffs in disagreement.

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“Mom!” Percy yells out and he breaks his pencil in the process, startling some nearby students.

You glance at your brother in confusion, seeing he’s finally out of his trance state, returning to the harsh reality.

“I’m right here, sweetie,” Percy searched for the voice and internally shrank upon the actual voice of the person. It was Nancy, who was just publicly humiliating him in front of everybody. “Mommy’s here!” She fakely cooed, drawing out some laughs from her friends and others.

You glared at the redhead, smirking to yourself when she backed down and turned away from you two.

“Just ignore her.”

“Well, it’s getting quite hard not to. She’s like a pest, a human-sized annoying pest that you can’t get rid of.”

“Mr. Jackson and Ms. Matthews, you two will learn to control yourself, do you understand me?” You wince at the sudden harshness of Mrs. Dodds’ tone.

“Us?” Percy asked in shock, pointing to the group of girls, ready to defend himself.

“Listen here, lady, we didn’t do anything wrong—“

Mrs. Dodd sharply cut your statements off. “Do you understand me?”

“He can’t help it, Mrs. Dodds. Percy’s special.” Nancy wanted to be desperately involved. Oh, she’s definitely going to get what’s coming for her.

“I will fight you in front of everyone here and show you who’s really special.” You start to walk closer to the posse of girls but a strict voice halts your actions.

“That’s enough!” Mr. Brunner rolls over on his wheelchair to the two of you, “Pay them no mind. When you’re ready to hear what the gods have in store for you, they’ll tell you. I believe in you, in the both of you.”

“Thanks for the unnecessary inspiration, I guess,” You shrugged.

Mr. Brunner pulls two black pens from his suit, “And I believe you two will be needing this.”

Immediately, Percy accepts the pen from his teacher but you aren’t easily impressed or gullible by a basic pen.

“No, thanks, I already have an extra pen.”

“Take the pen, Ms. Matthews.” His demeanor was serious as you gulped, taking the pen out of his hand.

“It’s a pen, though.” You spoke dumbfounded, looking at the pen skeptically.

“Why, yes, Y/N, it is a pen,” Mr. Brunner nodded in agreement. Was he being sarcastic with you?

“Do you want us to write something with it for you?”

“Hang on to them. ‘Tis a mighty instrument,”

“It’s just a pen.” You argued. “If you’re that lazy to write, that’s not my problem, Mr. B.”

“Good day, Y/N.” He rolled away in his wheelchair. “I never knew a girl could have so many questions for a simple thing.” He murmurs to himself.

“What’s so special about this pen?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, observing the simple black ink pen.

“Just let it go, sis.”

“I’m only doing that because lunch is finally here.” You shoved the pen into your sweater pocket.

“All you’re worried about is food.”

“Of course, what else is there to worry about? Food won’t hurt or pretend to love me, food is life.”

“Why do you always do that?”

“What do I always do?”

“Get real depressing when you’re hungry.”

“It’s either a depressing state or a bitchy state, be grateful.”

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The trio sits by the huge water fountain and begins to eat their sandwiches while everyone else is talking and standing around with their friends.

“There are all sorts of schools of thought about what drives that kind of bullying. Childhood trauma, a feeling of inadequacy..” Grover lists off.

“Look I get that Nancy has issues, I’m just getting tired of her taking them out on me.” Percy exhales, “I feel like maybe it’s time we do something about it.”

“You could make an appointment with Mr. Kane.” Grover suggests, “He’s really great at talking to—“

“I was thinking more of shoving Nancy into the nearest dumpster,” Percy confesses with an innocent smile.

“Oh…” Grover raises his eyebrows, “That’s not what I really had intended in mind.”

“I like it, let’s do it.”

“No, no, no, Y/N, Percy, have you two learned nothing?”

“Hey, I do learn stuff, I just forget about the consequences…sometimes.”

“If there’s one thing I know about bullies, is that you should never ever stand up to them,” You frowned at that piece of advice.

“That doesn’t sound right.”

“It isn’t right.” You piped up. “That’s a stupidass logic, Grover, you’ll just give them more power than they actually need. The only way to stand up to them is to fight, make them scared of you after you beat their ass.”

“Look…I know this place is hard for people like us but we’re not gonna be here forever. There are better places out there.” Grover reassures his best friend.

A slice of cheese comes hurling your way and it lands on Grover’s face, echoing a smacking sound.

“Oops…” Nancy smirks, balling up the piece of garbage in her hand and walking away.

“Percy….”

You piped up, opening the bag of chips, “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,”

Percy abruptly stands up, frustration consuming his mind, storming over to Nancy and holding his hand out. At first, Nancy stared at him unimpressed with a teasing smile to further anger your brother. Seriously, what was going on with your eyes today?! First, words were disoriented on your paper and now Percy had telekinetically thrown Nancy into the nearby fountain. He did all that within a few feet, possibly two feet away from the redhead girl.

The girl went flying back a few feet in the air, screaming at her sudden height before landing into the fountain. You stare in pure amazement at the sight, laughing slightly at the girl’s hysterics.

How was he able to do that? Did you have that same ability?

“Shit…I would have done the same thing.” You admitted.

“Percy pushed me!” Is the first thing she shouts that causes you to rush over to Percy’s aid.

“What, no I didn’t!” Percy stammers.

There were murmurs and crude looks sent in your brother’s direction but you ignored it.

Judgmental looks were the least of your concerns, moreover, the annoying buzzing sound getting louder. You found the source, furiously shaking in your sweater as you hesitantly pulled the shaking pen out.

“There you are.” A familiar voice rang out, capturing the siblings’ attention. It was Mrs. Dodds’ voice and she was walking menacingly toward you two. The woman still telekinetically speaks

“We’re not fools, Percy Jackson & Y/N Matthews.

“Mrs. Dodds, you okay?”

“It was only a matter of time before we found you two,”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you gripped Percy’s wrist on instinct by your protective nature, pulling him behind you. Both watched as she stalked closer…and it looked like she was transforming into a creature. Slowly but surely, wings started to sprout from her back and her true body revealed itself.

Mrs. Dodds wasn’t even a pretty creature either, yet you only appreciate her color of scales.

“Where is it, half-bloods?” She steps on the stairs of the fountain, “Where is it?” The creature flies above you as the sibling duo stumbles back, fearful of current threats. Too appalled by the sight of everything, Percy held onto your hand tighter as he hid behind you, resting his face in your sweater. As long as he had you by his side, he’d be fine, that’s what his parents said.

‘Protect each other and you’ll be fine. Love and care for each other and you’ll be fine. Don’t ever turn your back on each other, you’re blood siblings and that’s never changing.’

All of a sudden, she plummets down at the two of you with the intent of attacking. Her height is as intimidating as she looks and you internally bite back a gulp. You just hoped she couldn’t smell emotion, and use that to her advantage because your fear was too distinctive right now.

“Hmmm….not you…you can put up a fight,” She glared at you.

Instead of attacking you first, she decided to take Percy, knowing he was too young to understand anything. So she uses her wing to shove you away from your brother, her strength forcing you to separate from the blonde.

“No, Y/N!” Percy yells as you go flying back and crash landing into the hot dog stand truck.

Once you are down, Mrs. Dodds redirects her attention to Percy with a hiss, and the blonde stumbles backward, desperately trying to escape but falls down.

In a second, the monster is on top of him, her clawed fingers briefly skimming over the color of his shirt as she analyzes the terrified boy, “Where is it, half-blood?”

“No,” You whisper, tightening the pen’s grasp, viewing the scared interaction of your brother and that creature.

Hastily getting up from the ground, staring in bewilderment at the transformed gold sword. Huh, guess it was more than an actual pen.

Stabbing the creature in her back, ignoring her first hiss, repeatedly stabbing the monster until it was fully weakened as she eventually began to disintegrate into brown dust.

After the monster dies, you stagger onto the floor, barely sitting down with sense.

“Y/N…” His voice becomes disoriented as your vision changes into a black abyss and everything goes silent.

“Are they dead?” Someone asked.

“Are they okay?”

Managing to open your tired eyes to see a circle around, looking down on you as a groan left your mouth.

“Give them some room, please.”

By the kind demand, some students disappear, mingling back with their friends while Grover stays behind, helping you and Percy off the ground.

“What happened?” Percy breathlessly asked.

You glimpsed over at a drenched Nancy with a towel wrapped around her shoulders, who was glaring daggers at your brother while being comforted by some strange woman.

Turns out, Nancy actually got what she deserved a few minutes later and it was hilarious and shocking at the same time.

“Where’s Mrs. Dodds?”

Percy’s question goes unanswered.

“I didn’t do anything to him.” Nancy exclaims and the woman escorts her away, “He pushed me.”

“Everybody go back to your lunches.” He commands the other students, who still stare and murmur amongst themselves at the sibling duo. “It’s all right Y/N and Percy, just need a moment, that’s all.”

“I didn’t understand, didn’t anyone just see that? Where’s Mrs. Dodds?” You persisted.

At your question, Mr. Brunner and Grover shared a glance.

“Y/N, there’s no one here by that name,”

“Yes, there was. She had white hair in a 1950s hairstyle, wore a trench coat, and totally gave off creeper stalker vibes.

“As I said before, there’s no one here by that name.”

“You sure?” Percy questions.

“I’m quite sure,” Mr. Brunner reaffirms with a tight-lipped smile, “All right, class, let’s move soon. Let’s go, finish your lunches.”

Long story short, all three of you got called into the principal’s office, and heavily questioned because of the earlier incident with Nancy. This talk was definitely not going to be good. By the time you were ready to leave, Grover shocked you with his statement, claiming he saw Percy push Nancy into the fountain.

Observing your brother’s reaction to his best friend’s huge lie, betrayed by the other boy, ultimately thinking he was just like the rest. You gave him a small smile, rubbing his back to reassure him that you were there for him. That’s what you always do, protect and love your younger brother like your life depends on it.

Guess, that’s the end of going to this school, you and Percy are going home! Might as while call your parents and inform them of your early visitation.

Sitting on a bench with your belongings beside you, Percy looks gloomy, probably still portraying Grover’s betrayal in his mind. He seemed to be out of it and you didn’t bother him either. This was his time to reflect on everything that happened so far.

“None of this is easy,” Mr. Brunner strolled in, “Not for you two, not for any of us. I’m very concerned about you two, I saw what happened at the museum.”

“I didn’t touch Nancy.” Percy’s self-reassurance started to sound like a plea. He just wished for Mr. Brunner to believe him, because it seemed like no one was on his side, except for you.

“I know you didn’t. At least, I know you think you didn’t.”

“Listen here, Mr. B, I saw what happened too and my brother’s telling the truth.”

“Do you want to tell me what you think happened? You can tell me. I might just understand.”

“You wanna bet?” Percy tilts his head.

“Percy…Y/N,” He lowly chuckles, “I’ve seen a lot of young people go through this sort of thing in my time, but of all of them, I suspect that…you might have the most difficult journey.”

“Oh, because that puts us at such ease,”

“It was not meant to put you at ease,” Mr. Brunner recorrects you. “I suspect that you two are special. So much more so than you know.”

“Just…stop.” The blonde boy heavily sighs. “Okay, I don’t need any more stories about how special me and my sister don’t realize we are. They aren’t helping in the slightest.”

“And I’m pretty sure I’m dyslexic,” You interrupted. “If that counts as special.”

“Ms. Matthews, you’re special but not in the way you assume.” Mr. Brunner implies.

“How is that relevant?”

“It’s not, I just wanted to feel included.”

“Of course, you do.”

A green, vintage two-seater truck pulls up, signaling your departure for returning home.

“This is our ride, we’re going home.” You spoke to the History teacher, “Get your bags, Percy, let’s go.”

Percy nods at the teacher before retrieving his bags and following into the Yancy Academy truck alongside you. Once you two were settled in the vehicle, the driver revived his engine and pulled out of the driveway.

Goodbye, Yancy Academy, you were decent while it lasted.

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plentyoffandoms · 7 months

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Glittery Green (Part 14) (18+)

Gwi-nam x f/Reader

the wearer is willing to "69"

Main Masterlist ♡ All Of Us Are Dead Masterlist ♡ Yoon Gwi-nam Masterlist ♡ Jelly Bracelets Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Am I late to this fandom? Oh hell, yes, but the show was so good.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @walksdowonders 2nd gif @dramastream

GWI-NAM'S POV:

I kissed up and down her neck, my fingers gently thrusting inside her pussy. "Gwi-nam." She sighed my name, tilting her head to side.

"Why don't you take off that dress and stand next to my bed."

"But,"

"No baby, just trust me. I have missed you and I want to make it up for the lost time."

She slid off my lap and went and did as I asked. I palmed myself through my pants as she slowly stripped for me.

"All off it, YN."

"Are you going to strip?"

"I will. Don't you worry about that." My breathing picked up when I finally saw her in all her glory. I have seen bits and pieces of her body, but not like this.

"Gwi-nam, please." She whispered, but I heard her.

I took off my suit, and for the first time, the two of us were naked. I took a few steps and wrapped my arms her and slammed my lips against hers once more.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and kissed me back. I pulled back as I needed air, the two of us trying to catch our breath.

I let her go and lay on my bed. I made sure I was flat on my back. "Break the glittery green one for me."

The wearer is willing to "69"

"Now climb on top of me. Face the other way." She hesitated, but did as I asked.

"Just like that. Yes, now do what you did in my car, and I will do what I did that other day." I gripped her hips and pulled her pussy towards my face.

I dove right in and started to eat her out, groaning at the taste of her. Fuck, I have missed this.

I groaned against her pussy when she took me in her mouth. My hips lifted off the bed, and I went deeper in her mouth and down her throat.

She gagged around my cock, but didn't stop until I was fully in her mouth. I wanted nothing more than to flip us over and pound into her face, but I just got her back.

I inserted one finger inside her pussy once more, then another one. My lips wrapped her clit and I sucked.

She was dripping down my chin and on my face, and I was loving every damn second of this. When she stopped talking to me, I thought I would never get to this point or have my cock down her throat again.

Speaking of that, her head was going up and down. "Just like that, YN. Gonna cum down your throat and you're gonna swallow it all." I growled against her pussy before I went back to licking.

She ground her pussy harder against my face. I knew she was close. She was dripping even more now and her pussy was fluttering around my fingers.

She pulled off my cock and moaned my name loudly. I fingered and licked her through her orgasm.

YN'S POV

I felt it before I even came. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and moaned his name, loudly. If he didn't have the top two floors, the neighbours would be complaining about how loud I moaned his name.

He continued to fuck me with his fingers and his mouth and tongue never let up as I shook on top of him.

I took him back in my mouth, working his cock back down my throat. Moving my head up and down.

I was into making him finish in my mouth, remembering the sounds he made the last time.

I didn't notice him plant his feet flat on his bed until I felt his hands on the back of my head as he started to thrust up into my mouth.

"Take it. Take that cock."

"Fuck yes. Gonna come. Fuck me. Shit YN." The last part came out in a groan, and the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat.

I swallowed as fast as I could, not wanting to miss a single drop. He made sure of it by his tight grip on my head.

"Shit. I could spend every day in your mouth." He said.

My pussy clenched around nothing at the thought of him doing that.

Red (Part 13) ♣︎ Black (Part 15) (18+)

Gwi-nam taglist: line through, won't let me tag @thefrogqueen8 @leia2cool @skz-tua-txt-storytimes

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snuggerudsz · 9 months

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2 TIMES NICO HISCHIER DIDN'T KISSED YOU (AND THE ONE HE DID) l NH13

summary: two times nico hischier almost kissed his best friend and the one time he actually did it.

pairing: nico hischier x fem!reader

author's note: hello!!! finally posting something for my man, there will be more coming for captain hisch so keep an eye out for that. likes and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated!!! thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoy it!!! :) <3333

It was the day before your 16th birthday. The night, actually. There were only a few hours until midnight, officially starting your birthday. You and Nico had been friends since you were little, and the tradition of being each other first birthday wishes had started so long ago that you couldn’t remember a time when the two of you didn’t do it. Keeping your childhood tradition alive, you and Nico sat in your backyard, sharing a blanket to try 一 keyword: try 一 to preserve yourselves warm, fighting against the cold Swiss night.

Slowly, you lower your head, laying it on Nico’s shoulder. It wasn’t abnormal for the two of you to be touchy with each other, after all of the years you’d been friends, it was like second nature. You had never been as comfortable with anyone as you are with Nico. Which is why the silence of the moment didn’t bother you.

For a moment, you turn your head to look at Nico, your best friend, partner in crime, and favorite person in the whole world. And he looks back, with his big brown doe eyes that make your heart flutter and your brain short circuit. And your faces are so close, your noses almost touching and you can feel his hot breathing on your face. For one moment, you swear he’s coming closer, alternating his eyes between your eyes and your lips.

Until his alarm sounds loud. It’s midnight.

You two almost jump away from each other, wide startled eyes looking at each other.

“Happy birthday,” Nico says, an awkward smile gracing his lips.

You nod, saying thank you so quietly you’re not sure he heard you. But he did, Nico always listens to you.

You had always known Nico was destined for greatness. He was the most hardworking, passionate, and dedicated person you had ever met in your entire life. However, it was still quite difficult to believe you really traveled all the way from your little part of the world in Switzerland to the US to watch the NHL Draft. But, if there’s a person in the world who deserves it, it is Nico, you know it. And when The New Jersey Devils take him 1st overall, you can’t believe it. You can feel your heart bursting with pride. Nico hugs you tightly and you whisper to him, telling him how proud you are. It’s one of the happiest moments of your life, how could it not? It’s Nico, your Nico, whom you’ve known since you were 2, and he was achieving his biggest dream. You were so happy for him. Still, there was this terrible feeling at the back of your mind. When he first left Valais for Bern, it was hard, but he was still in the same country. Then, he left for Canada, when the Halifax Mooseheads drafted him. And now, he’d just been drafted into the NHL, and it felt so much more real, and the unavoidable reality which Nico and you are never gonna live in the same country again dawned on you, while you were sitting there, watching him become a devil.

It takes a while until Nico has some time to talk to you and his family again, he has been giving interviews to what seems like every single hockey reporter in the world. But when he finally gets to talk to all of you, he’s glowing, smiling so hard you wonder how his cheeks aren’t hurting. After talking with his family for a good while, you and Nico finally get some time just the two of you.

“Are you ok?” He questions, looking at you. Damned be Nico Hischier and his ability to read you, to always know exactly how you’re feeling.

“Of course I am Ni. I’m so happy for you. So proud.” You answer, truthfully. “I’ll just miss you. But we’ll survive, right?”

“Obviously. It’s me and you always, remember?” Nico lets a half laugh escape, smiling down at you, holding your right hand in his.

“Always, Neeks. Always.” You reply, looking up at him, interlocking your fingers with his.

You and Nico stare at each other for a few seconds, getting closer and closer until Katja calls you out from the other room for some more pictures.

Summer was always amazing. Nico came home, and you’d make the most of the time you had together. This year the Devils’ had gone on to the playoffs, still ending their season short of a Stanley Cup, but it was still incredibly impressive what they had been able to do. So, when Nico got to Switzerland, he definitely looked like he was more at peace with the way their season came to a finish, unlike previous years. And it was probably one of the greatest summers you had in recent years. But not today. It is Nico’s last day before he has to go back to Jersey.

You had brunch with his siblings, and now you two were in his childhood bedroom. It was not your first time here; in reality, you probably had been in this room more than Nico himself if we’re being honest. Both of you were sitting in his bed, side by side, going through a box of old pictures Rino found a few days ago. There were so many memories, so many moments eternalized in those pictures. Nico and you had been laughing at the faces you made, at all of the things you’d been through together.

You couldn’t pinpoint the moment you threw your legs on top of his, or even the moment you two had gotten so close. But when you noticed, you were almost on top of Nico. Truth be told, Nico had noticed. He always did when it was you. He knew everything about you. He knows that your favorite color is lilac, that you play with your bracelet and rings when you’re nervous, that your favorite subject was chemistry because it made you feel smart, and how you always hide your smile with your hands when you laugh 一 which Nico firmly believes should be a crime, because how dare you hide your smile?

So, he noticed. And he had been fighting with himself for around twenty minutes now because you look way too good not to be kissed, but he was so scared. You are one of the most important people in his life. It had been (Y/N) and Nico for 22 years, he couldn’t lose that. It was very difficult to ignore the urge to kiss you, hold you, and tell you about how much he loves you, how he has been in love with you since you were 14, and how he has tried so fucking hard but he will never find anyone like you. It was bordering on impossible. Until it was impossible and, in a strike of courage, a second of bravery, Nico Hischier finally kissed you. Both his hands holding your face, while you, after moving on from the shock, reciprocate the kiss, one of your hands in his neck and the other in his hair.

Nico kissed you slowly. He was kissing you like there was nowhere else he’d rather be. He smiled into the kiss, finally kissing the girl he always wanted. His heart was missing beats and he felt his hand couldn’t bring her close enough to him. Somewhere in the universe all of the stars could be burning out, the sky could cave but all he cared about was how she tasted and the warmth of her skin against his. Neither of you had ever felt so alive and you bith know this is the start of something beautiful.

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catt-leya · 1 year

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The One (18+) || Rick Grimes

I dared to try a softer fic for you (I kinda needed it too) 👉🏼👈🏼💗 I hope you like it 💗

Summary: You would like to sleep with Rick and lose your virginity. But Rick is afraid not to be the right one.

Trigger: age gap (everyone is of age), some sweetness and my smutty stuff

There is a soft knock on my window and I look up from the book I was reading.

I slide off my bed and place the book on my dresser.

I quickly adjust my sleep shorts and open the window, "You're late."

Panting and grumbling, Rick props himself up on my windowsill and heaves himself into my room.

I quickly look down at the street and when I can't see anyone, I close the window and turn to face my visitor.

Groaning, he stretches out, "I'm getting too old for this."

Laughing, I look up at him, "Oh, come on. It couldn't have been that bad."

Grumbling, he brushes his boots off his feet and walks towards my bed to drop onto it, "You try loitering outside the house after a long day until your dad goes to sleep and then climbing up the wall to the 1st floor like an extreme athlete. Oh and my excuse why I am late: I fell asleep in the bush waiting for your dad."

Completely exhausted, Rick lies on my bed and I climb up next to him.

Sitting cross-legged, I place my hands on his chest and draw little circles with my fingers, "I'm sorry. I don't know what else he was doing in the kitchen for so long either."

Grumbling, he agrees and a smile steals back onto my lips, "We could just tell him."

I knew that would make him wide awake and he tears open his beautiful blue eyes, "Holy shit, no darling. You know damn well he'd kill me for dating his little girl. In case you've forgotten: I'm older than your dad, darling."

Chuckling, I put my hands on his shoulders and push myself onto his hips so I'm sitting astride him, "It was just a joke."

Eventually we would tell my dad, but the right time has yet to come.

When Rick arrived here in Alexandria with his group, I had been living here with my father for quite some time. Due to the fact that my mother passed away after I was born, it was always just my father and me. As a result, I grew up very sheltered, and even now that I'm a young woman, he wants to protect me from everything.

Even from Rick.

In the beginning, I became friends with Rick and I never really noticed how old he actually was because I felt comfortable with him.

The longer we spent time together, the more I fell in love with him and also told my dad more about Rick. Since my father is extremely attentive, he immediately noticed how infatuated I am with our leader and the conversation that I then had to have with him was anything but pleasant.

But what he discussed with Rick the next day was on a new level.

Up until that point Rick didn't even realize that I had a crush on him and then when my dad was talking man to man and telling Rick that "he should keep his hands off his little girl" and "he would cut his balls off if he even thought about sleeping with me".

Rick realized why I was always batting my eyelashes so exaggeratedly and why I kept grabbing his arm.

Up to that point, he never looked at me the way my father described, but then he couldn't think of anything else.

Every time I bent over, he couldn't help it and stared at my butt.

Every time I laughed about something he said, his heart couldn't help but do a little jump.

He swore he would never look at me that way or touch me at all, which clearly didn't work, seeing now how he puts his hands on my waist and looks up at me lovingly, "I'd climb to the 2nd floor for you too."

Chuckling, I ask, "Really?"

Playing agonized, he closes his eyes, "But please don't move your room."

Almost every night for weeks, Rick has climbed into my room through my window so that my father wouldn't notice that we both have skillfully ignored his warnings and are getting closer and closer to each other in my small room.

Slowly I bend over until I can lie on his chest and interlock my fingers under my chin on his chest.

From underneath I look into his face, "Rick?"

Questioningly, he looks at me, "Yes?"

I slide around a little on his hip and he grips me tighter to keep me from squirming, "Just lie still, please."

I bite the inside of my cheeks and notice how my hands get sweaty.

Rick has been coming to my room for weeks and we talk for hours, and in the end he holds me in his arms until I fall asleep cuddled up to him, but nothing more ever happens.

Every now and then we kiss, but even that is rare, let alone him touching me in any way that would be suggestive.

Rick is my first steady boyfriend and I actually have no idea at all how to seduce him, or if I'm even teasing him in that way.

That's why I set out to ask him about it, which is easier in theory than execution, when he looks at me this way and asks, "Darling? Is everything okay?"

Out of habit, I slide around on him again until Rick pulls me up firmly so that I'm sitting on his stomach and my face slides into his neck.

An "Uf" slips from my lips.

Confused, I sit up and Rick mutters, "Sorry. That was a little harsh, I know."

I shrug my shoulder and sigh softly, "It's okay. I wanted to ask you something."

Lovingly, he smiles up at me and I put my hands to his cheeks to play with his beard, "You can ask me anything you want."

Slowly I nod and gently tug on a gray hair, "Would you like to sleep with me?"

I'm not even done asking the question when Rick chokes on the air he inhales and his whole body shakes with coughing, "What?"

His voice is raspy and still he gasps for air, "Why are you asking me that?"

Embarrassed, I disengage my hands from his beard and nervously reach for the hem of my shirt.

It's not that I thought he was going to throw me on my back and take me right away, but that horror in his voice puts a serious damper on me.

I fight back tears as I say softly, "I don't know…you never try anything…and…I don't know…don't you want me that way?"

Gently, his hands slide to my thighs and I feel the cool metal of his wedding ring on my skin as he answers hoarsely, "Of course I'd sleep with you."

I dare to look him in the eye again, "Then how come you never touch me like that?"

Sighing, he presses the back of his head into the mattress, "I do touch you, darling."

In the dim light of the candle on my nightstand, I could swear his cheeks are flushed, restoring some security myself, and I rest my hands flat on his chest, "Never like you want to have sex with me. If you don't want me like that, then you need to tell me, Rick."

His hands slide to my hips and his body tenses beneath me as he murmurs, "I'd be your first."

Irritated, I frown.

I told him weeks ago that I've never slept with anyone before, and he's my first boyfriend, too.

At the time, he didn't seem to mind and I just assumed that Rick would eventually take my virginity.

I thought I would just have to wait until I was ready and he would initiate something, but I have been ready for a long time and he treats me more respectfully than he has to.

So I don't understand what he's getting at, "Yeah? I told you that weeks ago."

He finally looks at me again and sighs softly.

That's as far as I get before he gently pushes me lower on his hip again, pressing the bulge of his jeans against me.

Surprised, I tear my eyes open, "Oh."

I watch very closely as his cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as he says softly, "I didn't mean to pressure you, and believe me, it really wasn't easy to hold back when you're always pressing your ass against me at night, darling."

It's the first time I've felt myself getting a man hard.

Rick tries to pull me back up, but I shake my head, "Don't."

His lips open slightly and I say softly, "I've never felt pressured by you before and I've never asked you to hold back."

The longer my crotch is pressed against his cock, the bigger the bulge becomes and I can see in his eyes how he forces himself not to move, "I don't want you to end up regretting anything. Our relationship isn't the showcase relationship you might want it to be and in a few weeks you won't feel like getting groped by an old guy and you'll wish I had never fucked you. Maybe you'll hate me that-"

I quickly put my hand over his mouth and stop him from saying any more crap like that: "Wow, where did you come up with that? Have I ever given you the feeling to be ashamed of you? I don't give a damn how old you are and to be clear now: I want to sleep with you. Only with you and no one else."

Firmly I press against his hardness and his fingers dig into my hip, "Darling-"

His voice is muffled by my hand and I undercut him again, "Just shut up and do what you want to do. If it gets to be too much or I just don't want to do it anymore, I'll tell you. I promise."

The uncertainty in his eyes is so unfamiliar that I feel like I'm taking his virginity, even though I'm the one who has absolutely no idea what to do.

Slowly, I release my hand from his mouth and look down at him, waiting.

The shadows of the candle surround his face and the light conditions with the blush on his cheeks make his beard look almost completely snow white.

I can't take my eyes off his beautiful face and instead lean over him to kiss him softly on the lips, which he barely returns and I whisper against it, "Rick?"

Slowly I move my hips and grind against him and he squints his eyes and softly breathes my name.

Again I press my lips to his and this time he returns the kiss.

Rick was my first kiss, too, and because even that comes up pretty short in our relationship, I wouldn't say I'm good at it.

But Rick has never complained either and that's why I always try to copy what he does.

As I gasp for a moment, Rick looks at me languidly, "Are you sure about this?"

I nod, "Yes, please."

For a brief moment he just looks at me, as if searching for doubt in my face, before lifting me slightly and spinning us around on my bed so that he's lying between my legs.

I get lightheaded at the feeling of his weight on me.

Of course, he's been close to me before, but never like this.

Not like this, with his hips resting between my legs and me pressing my breasts against his chest with every breath.

To the left and right of my head, he props himself up and looks down at me uncertainly: "Are you okay?"

My heart hammers in my chest and I place my shaky hands against his cheeks, "I don't know what to do. I have no idea what to do to make you like it."

I'm sure Rick will make me more than happy with his experience, but I want him to like it too, and I don't want to lie under him like a dead fish or do something that would completely ruin the evening.

Smiling, he lowers his head and grazes my earlobe with his lips.

My whole body is electrified as he whispers, "You can do whatever you want and I'll like it. You just have to breathe, darling."

Trembling, I take a deep breath and my breasts press against his body again.

My gaze is fixed on the ceiling above us as he kisses me behind my ear and then works his way down my neck.

I can't deny that he clearly knows what he's doing and then when he finds my sweet spot, I moan his name.

Immediately he lets go of me and I stare at him, thinking I've done something wrong, but he merely grins boyishly, "I've always wanted to hear that."

A hand of his slides over my body and he places his hand on the bare skin of my stomach, exposed by my shirt riding up, "But you have to be quiet, yeah?"

Meekly, I lower my eyes: "I'm sorry. It just feels so new."

The bed beneath me shakes slightly as Rick rolls off me and stays on his side beside me, "Hey, you don't have to apologize. I just don't want your dad to suddenly show up at the door because you called my name, darling."

He releases his hand from my stomach and reaches for my chin to bring my lips back to his.

Rick is so close to me that my arm is pressed to his chest and I want to turn to face him, but he slips his tongue into my mouth and releases his hand from my chin to rest it on my sternum and push me back onto the mattress.

I'm only noticing all of this in passing because I'm far too taken up with the way he's kissing me, completely claiming me.

The pressure he exerts almost drives me out of my mind and the fact that my skin will be all sore from his beard tomorrow doesn't matter to me at all.

The kiss is anything but innocent and I'm sure my father would go completely nuts if he could see Rick practically impregnating his little girl with his mouth.

I force myself to comply with Rick's instructions and not groan, which proves to be damn hard and my body begins to shake with suppression and excitement.

Then when I feel his fingers on the waistband of my sleeping pants, I can't suppress the whimper, "Rick."

His lips hover a few inches from mine and he tugs lightly on my waistband, "Is that okay?"

I'm completely breathless and I can see the excitement in Rick's eyes that he must see in mine as I breathe, "Yes, please."

My head falls back onto the mattress and I look down my body to see his hand slowly disappear under my waistband and he touches me over the fabric of my panties in my most intimate place.

Jerking, I thrust my hips towards him and my mouth hangs wide open.

He's barely touched me and yet I jerk my head around to him and yip, "More."

Smiling, he looks at me and makes a few motions over the fabric that almost make me beg.

But he leans in and kisses me softly on my open mouth, "Are you sure?"

Where I'm sure is that he's just teasing me with the question, but I don't care enough to groan softly and wrap a hand convulsively around the forearm that rests heavily on my stomach, "Rick, please."

Again keeping his gaze fixed on me, he murmurs, "As you wish, darling."

Agonizingly slow, he pulls the fabric of my panties aside and as his fingers touch my wetness, he moans softly, "Fuck, you're so wet."

Blinking, I look into his blue eyes and gasp softly, "Do you like me that way?"

Slowly he slides a finger inside me and my upper body comes off the bed.

I've done it myself sometimes, and especially on the days when Rick couldn't visit me in the evenings.

But never has it felt like Rick's hand between my legs and I barely catch him whispering in my ear, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."

After a few thrusts with his hand, he slides a second finger inside me and I squint my eyes and press my free hand over my mouth to muffle my sounds, which now slip uncontrollably over my lips.

With his thumb he circles my clit and presses now and then directly on it, which almost brings tears to my eyes.

I'm no longer in control of my body and know full well that Rick is resting his head on one hand, watching me as I pathetically try to grind against his hand to get more from him.

Just when I think I'm not going to be able to take it much longer, he slides a third finger inside me and I feel like my heart is going to explode.

My breathing is erratic and I am a whimpering and moaning mess as I feel my entire abdomen tighten.

Rick must feel me tighten around him because he says softly, "Just let go, darling."

Reflexively, I move closer to his chest and when he presses on my clit again with his thumb, I'm done.

I push through my body and my toes dig into the bedding beneath us.

Again and again I tense around Rick's fingers, which don't stop thrusting into me over and over again, and I notice tears coming out of my eyes.

As my body relaxes, breathing heavily, I open my eyes and look back at my boyfriend, who looks at me as if I were the most adorable thing in the whole world.

Slowly he pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to his mouth.

I just stare at him as he licks them and feel like I could cum again at the sight.

Hoarsely, I bring out, "That was amazing," which makes Rick grin again and he kisses a tear from my cheek, "If you're already reacting that strongly to something like that, I'm dying to see what happens when I do you right."

Like one dying of thirst who has found water, I throw myself at him and press my lips firmly to his.

At first he's surprised by my force, but when he regains his composure, he returns the kiss and pushes me back onto my back.

His hair falling in his face tickles my cheeks and I gasp loudly, "Sleep with me."

I feel his hard cock against my leg, but still he says softly, "I didn't mean it like that. We can just leave it at that today if you want."

I bravely slide my hand between us and stroke the fabric of his jeans over his cock.

Immediately he pushes it further towards me and apologizes.

Gently, I smile at him, "I'm ready, Rick. If you want it too."

Shortly he just looks at me before he pushes away from me and I look at him confused, but he only stands up to take off his shirt.

My eyes are glued to his hands, which are exposing more and more skin piece by piece and I feel like I'm seeing him bare-chested for the first time.

I don't care that I'm staring at him and he does the same, as I am pulling my sleeping shirt over my head a lot more inelegantly than he does.

Completely motionless, I watch him unbuckle his belt and then lean over me, "Lift your pretty ass up, darling."

Never has his voice been so deep and rough as it is with these words.

It drips with arousal.

Immediately I do as he asks and allow him to remove my pants including panties.

Naked I lie in front of him on my bed and he lets his eyes glide over me with pleasure.

Every single inch of my skin he touches with his gaze and when he looks back into my face he says reverently, "To me you're perfect."

A lump forms in my throat and all I can do is watch him take off his pants and then his boxers.

Rick's no bodybuilder, but the muscles that point the way to where I need to look are clearly there, and I follow the signposts.

And how I follow them.

It's the first time I've seen a man completely naked and as I consider what I'm about to have inside me, I break out in a cold sweat.

Rick's fingers inside me was already quite tight and unfamiliar, but to take this thickness inside me seems almost impossible.

Quietly, his voice comes through to me: "Darling? Look at me, please."

Lazily, I look into his eyes and have to marvel as I see his cheeks take on a slight pink hue as well, "Do you trust me?"

Slowly I nod, "Yes, Rick."

He then moves back towards my bed and pushes himself over me so I can feel his hardness against my thigh.

Without breaking eye contact he pushes my legs a little further apart, "You really want to do this? You won't be able to undo it then."

I slowly awaken from my stupor and place my sweaty hands on the back of his neck, "I know. You give me everything I've ever wanted, Rick. You make me feel safe and I know you respect me. I want you to be the one."

I feel his cock twitch at my words and I tug lightly on the curls at the nape of his neck, "Just be careful, please. You're…so big."

Gently he kisses my cheek, "I promise. If it gets too much for you I'll stop. Try to relax and stay loose, okay?"

I nod and with that sign Rick adjusts himself so I can feel his tip at my entrance.

Unintentionally, I tense up and he puts a hand on my cheek, "Relax. I'm not hurting you."

He strokes my swollen lower lip with his thumb and my concentration turns to it.

Once I stop tensing, he pushes into me inch by inch.

High-pitched whimpers escape me at the feel of him stretching me, and I squint my eyes.

Rick's body shakes with restraint and he gasps, "You're so fucking tight. Oh shit I can't take this for long."

On and on he pushes and my heart threatens to jump out of my chest.

Loudly I moan Rick's name, "Rick…oh god…"

Immediately he presses his hand to my mouth, "Shhhhh. I know, darling. I know. But you have to be quiet."

The feeling of having his hand on my mouth only makes everything more intense and I push myself towards him.

I open my eyes and see Rick biting down hard on his bottom lip, panting hoarsely, "Can I…God…can I get inside you completely?"

I don't know how much is missing, but with his hand on my mouth, I nod and gratefully moan into it as he sinks completely inside me.

His arm that he's leaning on gives up a little and his upper body presses harder against me.

Panting, he apologizes and I wrap my legs around his waist.

It's like a natural movement and Rick seems to like it.

So I pull him even closer like this and now he's the one squinting his eyes tightly, "Can I move? Please?"

Until now, I hadn't even thought about how much this level of self-control demands of him, and I'm so incredibly grateful that he's still giving me the time to get used to him.

Again, I press closer to him and murmur into his hand, "Yes."

Trembling, he pulls back on me, only to press himself back into my tightness, not taking his eyes off me for a second.

I wouldn't say it feels uncomfortable, but it's different than his fingers that were inside me before.

It's much more intense and he's a lot bigger.

I feel every vein in me and am gripping his hair tightly as he thrusts a little harder than before and a high pitched moan escapes my lips.

Gasping, Rick lowers his head to put his lips to my ear, "Can you keep it down? I'm taking my hand off your mouth."

Hectically, I nod and take a gasping breath as he takes his hand from my mouth and when I think I can breathe normally again, he slides his now free hand between us and runs his finger over my clit.

Uncontrollably, my insides tighten so much around his cock that he bites down hard on my neck to hold himself back and not wake my father a few rooms away.

The pain is nothing compared to his hips slapping against my thighs in a steady rhythm.

Without a sound crossing my lips, my mouth forms a perfect 'O' and hearing Rick muffle his own deep moan against my neck goes to my head.

Spasmodically, I press closer to him and slide my hands from his neck to his broad shoulders.

His muscles tense with each thrust and feeling the movements under my palms is intoxicating.

This beautiful man is on the edge of his self-control and that's only because he's fucking me and I'm barely doing anything but spreading my legs for him.

I barely recognize my voice as I whimper, "Kiss me."

Moaning and messy, he places his lips on mine and I dig my fingers into his skin.

In that moment, I'm incredibly grateful that my bed is relatively sturdy and doesn't squeak like the bed I had in my room just a few months ago.

I'm barely aware of him murmuring into my mouth, "Let go, darling. Just let go."

Trembling, I yip his name and my body rears up aimlessly.

My whole body is tense and that's when I feel the knot loosen.

Hard, he presses his mouth to mine, muffling my attempts to cry out his name.

That's all I'm capable of, and all I can think about is Rick.

The way he moves above me and inside me.

How he kisses me and his body feels pressed against mine.

Completely out of it, I'm aware of him twitching inside me and growling hoarsely, "Fuck, you're so good."

He lifts his head to face me again and I blink lazily up at him as he enters me with the final thrusts and I feel like I won't be able to take one step tomorrow.

Gently, he pushes my chin up and whispers harshly, "Are you okay, darling?"

I'm not sure how I imagined sex, but certainly not like this.

This level of intimacy and surrender has me fully knocked out and I let my hands slide to his chest, "Oh my God."

Alarmed, his eyes dart over my face, "I was too rough wasn't I? Shit, I shouldn't have covered your mouth. You couldn't even tell me you didn't want more. Darling, I-"

With all my strength, I push Rick off of me so that he comes to lie on his back next to me and I can lie down on his chest.

Surprised by my sudden strength, he stops talking that crap and I sigh, "'Oh my God' I meant positive. That was amazing."

I can see a weight fall off his shoulders, "So you liked it? You don't regret it?"

With my hand, I draw little circles on his chest and say, "With you, I have no regrets, Rick."

The silence that follows is so pleasantly relaxing that it takes me a few minutes before I dare to say anything else, "I have a question."

Rick grumbles something that I take as agreement and I take a deep breath, "Can you do that again? Right now?"

Nothing happens for a moment before his chest vibrates with laughter under my ear, "Right now? Nah, but if you want I can show you something else."

Immediately I sit up and look at him pleadingly, "Yes please."

The boyish smile reaches his beautiful blue eyes and the warmth in them blows me away.

He looks at me as if I am the only thing in the world to him.

Like I'm all he needs to breathe.

And I look at him the same way.

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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LABYRINTH — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem! reader

summary: y/n goes through the 3 stages of falling in love with her best friend; realization, fear, and relief. based on the 3 “i’m falling in love” lines in Labyrinth by Taylor Swift.

notes: most of this was written when i was sleep deprived and it’s not proofread, so i apologize in advance! i’m still still trying to decide if i like writing in 1st pov or 3rd pov more tbh.

gif not mine.

REALIZATION

i felt like my fingertips may freeze off. and the longer i sat in the glass seat in Prudential Center, the colder they got. i’d been to too many of Jack’s games to count, but it never failed that i always forget how cold it really was sitting directly by the ice.

“i’m freezing my tits off.” i looked over to Luke Hughes, who occupied the seat next to me.

“Luke, you don’t have tits to freeze off.”

“what are you talking about? mine are bigger than yours, eh?” he jokes. i let loose a mock gasp and hit his arm.

“how rude!”

with two minutes left in the third period, i was grateful the game would be over soon. i was less grateful, however, that it was looking like the Devils would be breaking their six game win streak tonight. they’re currently down by one, with the Panthers having four goals against the Devils three.

i had my eyes glued to the puck, mumbling to whatever higher entity would listen, praying for a last minute game tying goal. luck was on our side tonight because with ten seconds left on the clock, Dougie managed to slap shot the puck straight past the head of Bobrovsky and into the net. i shot to my feet, clutching onto Luke’s arm as he stood beside me, both of us with wide eyes and our jaws dropped open.

we settled back in our seats a few minutes later to watch the additional five minutes of overtime, both of us hunched closer to the glass, my hands fidgeting in anxiety. i watched as Jack, Nico, and Dougie skated to the center of the ice for puck drop. Dougie gains possession of the puck quickly, skating it into the Panthers zone before dropping it back to Nico, who tries for a one-shot, which is knocked away by Bobrovsky. Jack gains control of the rebound puck and makes quick work of snapping it into the goal.

Luke and i once again raise to our feet, cheering for his brother and my best friend. Jack skates around the glass bordering the ice, arms up in the air in celebration before skidding to a stop in front of us. our eyes lock and he lifts his hand against the glass. heart fluttering, i place my hand directly against the glass to match his and he mutters out two words.

“for you.”

a low simmering arises in my gut and i feel my heart skip a beat, or three, as he skates away to hug his teammates. what was that? am i having heart palpitations? should i be going to see a doctor?

i catch Jack’s eye once more as Nico taps his helmet and he flashes a smile my way. in return, my heart flips again. my mind whirls through thoughts faster than a hummingbirds wings before settling on the only real explanation.

uh oh, i’m falling in love.

now i meet Luke’s gaze and he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, though his reason for it, i’m not too sure. i’ve been friends with all of the Hughes brothers since elementary school, it’s not as though he should suspect anything between Jack and i.

FEAR

it’s been 2 months since i came to the realization that i was falling in love with Jack, and now i’m leaned against the doorway leading into his bedroom, watching him pack for a roadie. the heart fluttering and stomach butterflies have long since vanished, leading me to believe that my traitorous heart got the memo that he and i will never be more than best friends.

“you’re sure you don’t wanna bring a friend out to the game? you can bring Luke if he can get away from UMich for a weekend.” Jack’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts and i give a slight shake of my head to clear my thoughts.

“i don’t know, i’ll let you know. i already talked to Luke but he said he has his own games this weekend. maybe i can find someone to come out with me, but you know i’ll be there regardless.”

“i would be sorely disappointed if you weren’t there. you know how happy it makes me to see you in the crowd.”

and as if a flip switched, the heart flutters were back.

“i’m your biggest fan Jacky, of course i’ll be there. no matter if i have to go alone or not.” i moved my way fully into the bedroom and picked up his messily packed bag, flipping it over and scattering the clothes on his bed before idly folding them and placing them right back into the duffel bag.

“you know you don’t don’t need to fold my clothes, right? i can do it myself.” Jack folds his arms and hits me with a half smile.

“obviously not, you still pack like a teenage boy. you’re gonna end up with wrinkles in all your shirts.” i roll my eyes and sit on the edge of the bed as i continue to fold.

“you love me.” he retorts, finally joining into the folding. my heart skips a beat once again, and i know that he doesn’t mean it in the way that i do, but my hopeless romantic side doesn’t seem to understand that.

after dropping Jack off at Prudential Center to catch the bus to the airport with the rest of his teammates, i’m laid in bed on the phone with my friend, Emma.

“the game is on Saturday, if you wanted to fly out with me. Jack is willing to pay for your flight so that i won’t be alone. but if not, that’s cool. i can go on my own.”

“yeah, i can go! although, i’ve gotta say; you’re really sure this guy is JUST your best friend? i mean, what “just friend” is willing to pay for someone to fly out to one of his games JUST so you won’t be alone?”

“that’s just the kind of person Jack is. he’s exceptionally sweet. and he has this protective nature. he doesn’t like the idea of me going to games alone because he knows how people can be. he’s so thoughtful and always prepared to help in any way he can.” i can feel the smile gracing my lips but no matter how much i try, i can’t will it away. i always get happy talking about my best friend.

“you’re in love with him.” Emma singsongs and i can hear her smirk through the phone. “i can tell by your voice. you get the same airy lilt that my sister gets when she talks about her husband. like you would do anything for him. like he hung the moon in the sky just for you.”

“he’s my best friend, Em. i’ve known him since i was an awkward little girl with lopsided pigtails and gap teeth. obviously i would do anything for him. just being his friend makes me immensely happy.”

“but you want to be MORE than friends. you can’t fool me. i’ve been where you are right now. you love him, but you don’t think he feels the same way. but i can tell you right now that any guy that would go through the lengths that he does to make sure you feel happy and safe, definitely loves you in more than a friend way.”

oh no, i’m falling in love again.

my sigh is loud and clear. rolling onto my side, i place my phone on speaker on-top of the pillow next to me.

“you need to tell him how you feel. or better yet, just kiss him.” Emma speaks again.

“it’s not necessarily just that i don’t think he feels the same way, although i do think that observation is wildly inaccurate. it’s the fact that it could ruin everything if i made a move and i was wrong. he’s my best friend and i can’t afford to lose him.”

RELIEF

the off season has officially arrived, and the thought of having Jack to myself for a few months has me more excited than i’d care to admit. we arrived at the Hughes lake house yesterday, meeting Luke who was already here, and Quinn and Trevor both arrived this morning.

We were all sat outside around a fire now, the guys all drinking beers and reminiscing on past summers spent here.

“oh, remember when Jack was dating that Stacey girl that was renting that house down the street a few summers ago? god she was awful.” Trevor’s voice was a few octaves higher than needed, due to the alcohol in his system, but it mattered little to the others because Quinn and Luke laughed along with him.

“oh c’mon you guys, she wasn’t that bad!” i could spot the red tinge to Jack’s cheeks from my spot beside him, the firelight sharing an orange glow to admire him in.

“uh dude, yeah she was! she was so jealous of y/n that she pushed her off the boat!” my eyes get wide and i start shaking my head at Trevor, dragging my hand in front of my neck in a stop motion, but he just kept talking. “and don’t you remember all those nasty things she said about her? girl was just plain awful!”

i look back up to Jack just in time to see the frown that takes place. he looks towards me with furrowed eyebrows.

“wait what? why did you never tell me any of this?”

“oh shit did you not know?” Quinn’s laughter cuts off and he looks genuinely concerned. “y/n, i thought you told him when you told us.”

i shake my head and avert my gaze down to my feet but Jack has other plans. grabbing ahold of my chin, he moves my head to look towards him again.

“i didn’t say anything because i didn’t wanna ruin your relationship or sound like a jealous bitch. and you guys eventually called it quits anyways, so what’s the big deal?”

“the big deal is that you didn’t tell me sooner, y/n. the big deal is that i would’ve tossed her to the curb immediately if you had told me she was acting that way. YOU wouldn’t’ve been the one ruining the relationship, SHE would’ve.” his voice is sharp and kind of daunting, contradicting his soft gaze pointed on me. i can see the worry in his eyes and know his next words before he says them. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine, Jack. it was a long time ago. can we please just forget about it?” i sigh and muster up a smile before turning back towards the fire. “do you guys remember the time we saran-wrapped Luke to his bed while he slept?”

“YOU WERE IN ON THAT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!” Luke’s words make the other three guys all burst out in laughter.

“who’s idea did you think it was, Moosey?” Quinn is hunched over in laughter at the memory and i’ve slowly started scooting forward in my seat in preparation for what i know will come next.

“oh i’m gonna get you for that!” Luke shoots to his feet and that’s all it takes for me to set off like a race horse.

i can hear his footsteps not far behind me, chasing me into the house. i shut the back door behind me, in order to save me a few precious seconds and i run straight into the living room, leaping behind the couch and settling into a hiding spot between the sofa and the wall. i can hear Luke bound into the room before he moves onto the next room, but then i also hear the footfall of the other three coming in from outside as well. no longer than ten seconds pass before Jack’s head pops up above me, a large grin spread across his face.

“hello there.” the shock makes me jump and i laugh and poke his nose.

“shhh, don’t let him find me.” Jack pretends to think, nodding his head and tapping his chin with an index finger before-

“LUKE! SHE’S HIDING BEHIND THE SOFA!”

i let out an incredulous gasp and pop back up into a standing position, ready to run once more, but Jack wraps his arms around my midsection, keeping me planted in the spot.

“i thought you were my best friend! how could you betray me like this?! our friendship may never recover! i don’t think we can ever be friends again after this!” my mockery and jokes come to an abrupt pause when he takes a seat on the couch, pulling me down to fall into his lap. i can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and i look away, hoping he can’t see my blush from this angle.

“you can’t get rid of me that easily. we’re soulmates, y/n, remember?” and cue the butterflies once more. “you said that when we were 10. i didn’t really understand it at the time, but now i think you might’ve been right.”

oh, i’m falling in love.

i can feel his breath fanning my ear, and i peek over my shoulder to look at his face. our eyes lock and i know my entire face must be red and spotted from my blushing, but the look in his eyes makes me feel like the most beautiful girl alive right now.

his eyes flicker down to my lips once. twice. and one final third time, before he starts to lean in. and with a mind of their own, my lips follow until they graze his. the kiss is light at first, nothing more than a peck, before he finally captures my lips with his. his arms loosen around my middle and his hands trail to settle onto my hips, turning me mid-kiss to fit better on his lap. i pull back, leaning my forehead against his, and a wide and breathtaking smile graces his lips.

“i’m falling in love with you, y/n. i think i have been for the past eleven years.”

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gaybitchfx · 1 year

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hello I'd like to request a Mikey fic omega verse AU where reader is pregnant (due to them having intercourse while drunk) and he tells Mikey that he's the father bc he's the only guy he ever had intercourse with, but Mikey doesn't believe him bc he doesn't remember anything from their drunken love making, but he still accompanies reader through the pregnancy bc he wants to prove that he isn't the father when the kid is born. (but he is) angst and fluff pls thank you. also take your time and take care!

-🍓 Character(s): Mikey

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader

-🍓 Category: SFW + a/b/o

-🍓 Warning(s): Angst

-🍓 Edited: ❌

Your hands trembled as you stared at the pregnancy test, two pink lines were shown meaning you were pregnant.

“I’m…pregnant..” You mumbled in disbelief as your vision began to cloud from the tears that formed in your eyes.

You dug deep into your memory hoping you could at least figure out who the last person you were with till it dawned on you.

Mikey.

You remember drinking with him and after that everything was just fuzzy and choppy.

“How am I going to tell him?” You rested your head in your hands after placing the test to the side. It took you a while, but you called Mikey saying you had something to tell him, something very important.

You didn’t tell him what it was leaving him more curious till you both met up. “So, what is it?” Mikey asked as he yawned, a tear bead appearing in the corner of his eye.

“I’m…pregnant…” You whispered the last part making Mikey tilt his head a bit. “You’re what?” “I’m pregnant.” You said louder this time surprise Mikey. “Ooo congratulations. Who’s the father?”

Mikey clapped his hands a faint smile appearing on his lips. You gripped the sleeve of your jacket as a faint whimper left your mouth, you were upset. “You alright?” Mikey asked, his smile disappearing.

“You’re..you’re the father.” Mikey’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up from his seat. “No way that’s mine... I didn’t even have sex with you..” Mikey said as he furrowed his brows making you look down at your lap.

“You were the first and only person I’ve been with, Mikey. We did it after we went drinking.”

“Bullshit. I don’t even remember what happened after that.” Mikey looked down at you, you were shaking and on the verge of crying, your scent was a mix of feelings.

He let out a sigh as he brushed some of his hair away from his face.

“I don’t think it’s mine, but I’ll still be there for you till you give birth to that pup. When I prove it’s not mine then..there isn’t much I can do after to help me.” Mikey said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thank you..” You sniffled and brushed away any stray tears. Months went by and Mikey did as he said, he made sure you were well taken care of and safe till you were in the 1st month of your third trimester.

“Mikey..could you get the stole for me please?” You asked the man who nodded and went to the living room to retrieve the item.

When he came back, you were holding onto the counter, panting in pain. Underneath you was a puddle of water that had damped your slippers and the floor. Mikey dropped the stole as he began panicking internally.

“Is it..” You nodded your head, not even bothering to talk. Mikey quickly got the car keys and gently rushed you out the door and to the car. “The baby wasn’t supposed to be here for another two months, fuck..” Mikey grumbled as he left the drive-through and began speeding to the hospital.

“I’m..sorry..” You said in between gasps, tears began streaming down your face. Mikey’s face softened as he took your hand in his. “It’s not your fault, don’t worry.” He said as he released a more calming and pleasant scent to help with your pain and calm you down.

When the both of you arrived at the hospital you were rushed to the emergency room, Mikey of course had to wait in the waiting room. His leg bounced as he waited for one of the doctors to come out, it felt like you were in there forever.

Time was ticking by slowly, seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. When one of the doctors came out Mikey quickly got up from his seat. “How is he and the baby? Are they alright?” Mikey asked, worry present on his. The doctor smiled and nodded her head.

“The mother and baby are both healthy and are doing just fine. The baby came earlier than expected so we’ll have to keep her in an incubator till she grows a bit more.

“Can…Can I see them?” The doctor nodded her head and Mikey quickly followed her. His heart jumped around in his chest as he grew closer and closer to the doors.

When he was inside you were laid down on a bed holding a baby in a pink blanket, feeding her. You looked exhausted but happy, happy you got to meet your baby.

Mikey hesitantly went over to you getting your attention. He had gotten a good look at the baby and she looked just like him. “I told you she was yours..” You giggled making the baby coo before she yawned.

“She’s so tiny..” Mikey whispered as he moved his finger to the baby’s hand which she instantly grabbed onto. His eyes glossed over with tears as Mikey stared at his child.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” “Of course...I now have a family of my own..” Mikey sniffled as he rubbed his teary eyes. You lightly laughed as he gave a small kiss on your baby’s head.

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missmeasured · 1 year

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Hey there could you write a short story about Snape catching his beloved (female reader) in a little white lie and punishing her for it? In a dominate way he could tie her up and remind her that lying is not what good girls do. The lie I have in mind is her lying when asked where she was at a certain time but he knows its false. In the end she was only trying to sneak around to get him a birthday suprise. I would like to see her hold out as long as possible before revealing the reason for her lie and maybe even be a little bit of a brat. If you can’t I understand and thank you for you’re time.

Hi Anon!

You’re in luck, and I take requests when they inspire me, and this definitely inspired me. I hope you like it!

Summary: You have just come home with Severus’ Birthday Preset, hell bent on keeping it a secret this year, but he already knows too much and you get caught in a a lie and end up being punished.

Notes: Pairing: Reader/Severus, 1st Person POV, Word Count: 4K

Content Warnings: Explicit NSFW . Reader has a vagina. Daddy kink. Ropes, spanking, vaginal fingering, Vaginal intercourse.

Daddy I’m Home

With a powerful thrust of my hip I swing the door open, struggling with the overloaded brown paper bags of groceries in my hands. “Home!” I huff out as I awkwardly kick my boots off and when I turn my head to the living room I see the Daily Prophet news sheet fold down, he looks at me from his favourite chair. I give him a smile as I rush to hide his gift before he stands up.

I move to the kitchen briskly, throwing the bags down on the counter and putting the parcel that contained his birthday present in a lower cupboard behind the potatoes. I get myself a sorely needed glass of water before putting the food away. I'm parched from rushing around to get home, I had been halfway running with the bags. When I turn around after downing my glass of water he startles me, he is right behind me. I hadn't heard him coming.

“You've been out longer than I thought.”

“Diagon Alley was busy.” I explain.

“Where did you go? Other than obviously the green grocer.”

“Florish and Blotts.”

“Yet…I see no books.”

“They didn't have that cookbook I wanted. Sold out already.” A damn shame because I had been hoping to try my hand at one of the recipe’s my friend made last night.

“Took up a lot of time, did it? Not buying a book?”

“Well I had to look to see if they had it first. What’s with the questioning?” I ask, internally scolding myself. I am already getting defensive and I had told myself I would not be.

“Well you've been gone quite some time. I really thought you would be home before me.”

“Well it took longer than I thought.”

“Indeed. You stopped nowhere else?”

“Okay you caught me! I stopped for an ice cream cone. I didn't tell you because I knew you would nag me about sweets before dinner but I was starving.” I confess to a minor transgression. Ice cream when I was about to cook for us. The roast would take at least an hour though. The ice cream had kept me going when I felt burnt out.

“Oh yes, I am no fun. It is wise to omit things that contain fun lest I become upset.” He is sarcastic, he seems annoyed.

“Why are you all grumpy?”

“Perhaps because my darling little sweetheart is lying to me.”

“I am not!” I hope my lie isn't obvious on my face. It's so hard to keep things a secret from him. How many times has he ruined a surprise for himself by being too observant? Hiding things from him was hard, he always knew when things were slightly out of place.

“You are. I was under the mistaken impression that you were a good girl, and above such nonsense as lying to my face.” He is baiting me to fight him. I told myself I would not ask him what is making him so nosey, it will give me away.

“Severus. I went to the bookstore, I got ice cream, I got groceries… maybe I chatted to too many friends along the way. Did too much window shopping. Would you scold me if something in the window of Madam Malkins caught my eye and I went in to see it?”

“I would scold you because you just lied to me again.”

I’m about to open my mouth- insist I hadn’t when I catch myself. He knows something, but I won’t ruin his birthday present just because he’s an overly observant taskmaster. I turn to try and unpack the food, to give myself time to make something else up. I take a single apple out of the bag when he raps his wand on the counter top loudly beside me and everything flies quickly to their homes, preventing me from using them as cover.

“Care to tell me what kept you?” He was looming in a manner which told me he was in a very particular mood. He was about to make a meal out of this interrogation and play with his food. In this case, me.

I start to walk away, around the island toward the living room door but suddenly he side steps me and I’m backed up against the fridge. “Did you wish to keep your coat on because you intend to run back out the front door or can I take it off?” He asks. I don't even answer, he is undoing the buttons already. Off it comes.

“Things take longer than we think sometimes. I think this dinner will take a while I should really get started…”

“Didn’t you just have an ice cream?”

“Yes but the roast needs a long time-“

“I am not so famished that I will expire if it's delayed.” He tucks some hair behind my ear as he says it. Then something coils around my ankles like a snake.

“Severus no-“ I start, not his ropes. I’m bad at keeping secrets from him at the best of times, tied up and being questioned, I’ll always fail.

“Don't start making demands. Good girls get to say no. Good girls that dont lie get to tell me they’d rather make dinner.” He snatches my hands out of the air like a lizard might snatch a fly and pulls them behind my back. His ropes slither around them too, pulling each wrist tight to the opposite elbow so my arms rested tight against my lower back with no movement.

“I’m not sure what to tell you, I went where I said I went. I didn't think you were the kind of man who wanted to control me down to the minute.” I bite, I’m getting feisty because I have done nothing wrong.

“The attitude you are giving me is unlike your usual nature. I don’t appreciate you meeting my concern with such dismissal.”

“Concern!? I went to the bloody grocery store!” I insist and that seems to rile him more. I’m thrown up and over his shoulder. “Severus, what is your problem!?” I screech as I’m carried to the living room.

“Guess.” He answers as he puts me down.

“I’m going to choose to remain silent.” I sniff haughtily.

“Guilty little pet.” He grumbles. He sits in his favourite chair and pulls me down over his lap ignoring my protests. “Did you know where you were going when you left this morning?”

“Sort of…” I answer truthfully.

“Not all of your trip was planned?”

“No, the ice cream shop was not planned as I said.” I snap. This earns me a slap across the rear before I’m expecting it. “I’m not lying!”

“You are answering me like a brat.”

“I am answering you honestly!” I bite then yelp because he got me again with a really stingy one.

“Incorrect.” He drawls and then we are silent. I chew on my words instead of speaking them. I’m trying to do something nice for him and I am being punished for it. “I shall answer your question because I am not unreasonable. I am angry because a certain someone was in a very dangerous part of Knockturn Alley alone today.”

Shit. I’m still not sure what he knows and I don't want to blow the surprise. What to tell him… I could try to deflect. Asking him if he was there seemed too guilty though.

“I’m waiting.”

“I think you are intent on punishing me so you might as well get on with it.”

Normally each blow to my behind would be accompanied by soothing caresses, apparently my attitude meant I was not afforded them. After a solid round of ten or more, I had lost count, he finally rested his palm against me, but still it did not rub the sting out. He pauses and is silent. My breathing is loud in my ears.

“This silence is the space designed for you to tell me the true story.”

“My silence is my answer.”

“Is it your intention to test my patience?”

“My intention is to get through this so I can start dinner.”

His ropes start multiplying. They begin to wrap my whole torso like a fly in a spider web. They encircle every inch of me all the way up my neck to my face. They don’t squeeze me, but they threaten. He stands and my body is lifted into the air before him. He’s taking me upstairs and I’m not sure why. “Tell me darling, why am I wrapping you up so tightly?”

“I’m not a legilimens.” I answer sarcastically and the ropes squeeze me as punishment as we move up the stairs and into the bedroom.

“Because you apparently need a reminder that you are mine. I shouldn’t have to wrap my magic around you and squeeze you with it for you to remember.” He says as I am deposited on the bed. “What does it mean for you to be mine, sweetheart?”

“That you insist on hitting me repeatedly on the backside when you don’t get your exact way?”

“This isn’t about me getting my exact way. This is about you disregarding your safety.” He is unfastening my trousers. “Since you so cleverly wormed your way into my heart… it is now your responsibility not to die, or to otherwise be kidnapped, cursed, hexed, jinxed or harmed in any way when you could have easily asked me for an escort.” As he lists the things he thinks could have happened to me in Knockturn alley he eases his hands inside my clothing more and more. He pushes the trousers down a little more with each word.

“A part of being mine is not offering up what is mine to various unsavoury characters by going shopping where there are dark corners and bad people looking for a sweet little thing that can be corrupted, coerced, or just plain tricked out of her gold.” The trousers slip off the ends of my feet and he steals my socks too. I’m wiggling on the cool of the duvet in my lacey panties and a turtleneck top he can’t steal unless he is willing to unleash my arms from their ropes.

“Severus, are you telling me that in addition to spanking me you are going to call me naive, easily tricked, and stupid?”

“I am not calling you those things. You are nothing except foolish.” He leaned over and grabbed my torso by the ropes, sliding me over to him. I am trying to avoid being spanked any more so put my feet on his chest and try to push away. “Stop being so difficult.” He grunts.

“Fine.” I bite and move my feet quickly off him so the way he is pulling on me results in me sliding across the bed and our hips meeting in the middle. I wrap my legs around him. “Is that better, sir?” I ask sarcastically.

“Tone, sweetheart.” He warns.

“Temper, dear.” I return.

Then he tries to move me back across his knees and I struggle. This must surprise him, as I never fight him. Usually my punishments are fake things, for transgressions imagined so that we might have some fun together. Normally I am spanked and I am petted in equal measure and it always leads to more sensual touch than pain. This pain for the sake of real punishment has me so feisty and riled that I try, even with my arms immobilised, to get out of his grasp, but he’s strong.

His hand comes down painfully against my almost bare behind and I still, sitting in the string of it. His fingers trace the lace edge of my knickers to where they disappear into the cleft of my bum and I wiggle at the ticklish sensation as it dances along with the painful one.

“Darling, now is the time to say what it is you were doing there. Otherwise I’ll be giving you nine more to complete this set.”

“One.” I belatedly count with gritted teeth in spiteful answer.

He is silent and gives me another.

“Two.” I grumble and I hear emotion in my voice. He rubs my behind for the first time since he began this punishment.

“Three.” My voice cracks, damn it. He is still. I listen to his breathing. He rubs me. I try to force myself to breathe slowly. “Four- Aaaahh I was getting you a birthday present!” I start to count but it hurts enough that I can’t take it anymore, not the pain as much as the implication that I somehow deserve it.

“From Knockturn alley?”

“I know you’ve been out of Doxy eggs and Jobberknoll feathers for three months and I heard the shop down there had gotten a rather large shipment of supplies so I went to inquire.”

“Oh, Darling… that’s a very thoughtful gift… yet it is still true that it’s too dangerous for you to go there alone to acquire such things for me. As thoughtful as you were being.” He responds.

“I feel like you are underestimating my ability to protect myself.” I whimper.

“Are you crying?” He asks.

“I’m just angry.” I answer, trying to control my breathing before I outright weep.

“Sweetheart…We’ve talked about this. You have to use the safeword if you’re feeling overwhelmed.” He sighs and his ropes release me.

I get off him and roll up in a ball on the bed facing away from him. “I wasn’t sure we were playing. You seemed very angry.”

“I was angry. I was completely confused as to why I saw you coming out of that alley and why you were so bloody intent on hiding the truth of it from me. Merlin sake, you could have made some horrible deal with someone down there and have been hiding it from me to save yourself from my ire when I might be the one who could help you.”

I peaked over my shoulder to respond. “You naturally assumed that if I was trying to evade your ire that I would respond best to being tied up and punished?”

Regret washes over his face. “I’m so sorry, pet.”

“You ruined your surprise.” I pout.

He crawls over me, pulling my chin out so he can kiss my lips. “I’m sorry, sweetness.” He kisses again. “How do I prove I’m sorry?” I try to move away from his lips but he is persistent. “Give me those pouting lips, precious.”

“You can’t kiss it better, mister meanie.”

He moves away and I hear him rummage in the bedside drawer. He is probably getting the lotion he made for taking away the sting of these spankings. Sure enough a few moments later I feel his hand come back to my half exposed behind and begin gently rubbing it into my flesh that has been tingling from his harder than usual smacks.

He takes his time, carefully getting everywhere, and even sliding his fingers under the lace and getting the upper part of my behind too. When he’s done his hand presses flat over me and rubs over me, his palm skims my sex on it’s way down to rub my thighs and I can’t help but make a little noise as he brushes me.

Never one to miss a small noise, his hand reverses course, tickling the backs of my thighs before those fingers come up and tentatively pet me through the lace. I surprise myself with my moan. I didn’t think I had been aroused by the spanking, it wasn’t like how it normally was and yet when he touched me all the nerves in my body screamed for more.

I was still curled up hiding my face from him in the blankets. He pressed his fingers against me and leaned over to try to see my reaction. “I don’t want to be presumptuous, darling, but your knickers are very wet…” he began. “Do you want me to touch you, or are you too sore at me for it?”

I gave a noncommittal grumble. I was angry. I was also very aroused, and didn’t want to admit it. I heard him breath out of his nose in amusement at my disgruntled mumbles. He trailed those fingertips up and down the part of me that was exposed to him in my defensive side curl.

I started panting into the duvet. When he pulled the lace to the side he paused before slowly touching me “My apology petting is making you so slick, sweetheart. Do you want more? I’m just going to… spread this around, oh dearest… you feel all swollen and ready… do you want daddy’s finger?” He pressed in barley centimetre and I whimpered.

“I see you are determined not to answer me, I will have to read the signs…” he murmurs before I moan into the bedspread as he sank that finger into me. I’m trying to remember my anger but I can’t as he slowly penetrates me over and over while petting my clit and making me clench around him. “I know I have been very bad, precious, but I was only thinking of your safety. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He tells me softly. “Please, dearest, show me your pretty face I can’t stand to have you hide it from me.” He begs softly while making me come undone. Why must he have this power over me?

Truthfully it’s getting awfully hot, panting into the duvet cover with my face hidden from him so I roll my torso over. He smiles at me as I emerge. “There’s my girl…”

“I’m … still.. mad.” I manage but with difficulty as I move towards orgasm.

“I’ll be your eager servant until you forgive me.”

“I need more…” I whine, I’ve been hovering at the edge of something for minutes now and I can’t quite grasp at it.

“My mouth?” He asks.

I shake my head no. I stretch my arms out to him. I want to feel his body weight on me, to be reassured in his wanting of me. I know he is trying to repent for making me angry but I also need to know he is no longer mad. I want to feel him hold me like his ropes had.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but he does withdraw from me in order to crawl above me, seeking a kiss.

“Squeeze please.” I demand with my outstretched arms.

“Before or during?” He smirks.

“Both.” I answer impatiently. He gives me a tight hug, letting his body weight go, he crushes me into the bed. The wool of his clothing is soft on my fingers but sratchy on my inner thighs. When I start grinding against him he pulls away for a moment and relieves me of my undergarments and unbuttons his trousers. “All off.” I instruct, knowing he will likely leave it all on, but my fingers want his flesh and I won’t let him stay buttoned up. It takes a couple of minutes but it’s worth it when he returns. He tries to take my turtleneck. “No. I’m keeping that. I’m always naked you’re always dressed. This time you shiver, I’ll stay cozy. In fact, fetch my socks.” I demand teasingly, and I bite my lip and grin to watch him naked with an erection find my socks with my discarded trousers and bring them back to my feet. He puts them on neatly. I hold open my arms again. “Squeeze.”

“I’m coming…” He rolls his eyes. He is not doing so well at being a devoted servant, he is already giving sass. He does follow orders through and while he squeezes me he kisses me and eventually he pulls away just a little to position himself so he can be inside me.

I sigh happily to be filled and squished at the same time. I wrap my legs around him so my warm sock covered feet cross behind his back. He rocks gently back and forth into me. “I love you, you grumpy man.” I breath into his ear. “Even though… mmm…. You ruin all your presents…”

“I have not ruined anything. While I adore the idea of your present, the only gift I truly cherish is you. So next time… ruin the surprise and ask me to come with you, my love. You’ll make me go grey prematurely worrying over you.” He pants.

“I have one last request for your penance...” I say somewhat shyly.

“Mmm?” He asks, nose buried in my neck, kissing me.

“Fuck me like you’re still mad.” I say it like a question in case he isn’t game for it.

“Oh with pleasure, darling.” He smiles before lifting his weight off me, then biting my neck till I squeal. He begins to slam his hips into mine “Who do you belong to?” He asks.

“You.” I whimper in character.

“That’s right, you were endangering something that belongs to me.” Fuck he’s all stern and it makes me go wild.

“I’m sorry.” I breathe, giving him big apology eyes just for my own enjoyment.

“Don’t make daddy worry or else he is going to treat you like a bad girl. Do you understand?” His dark eyes burrow into me. He’s playing mad daddy for me, but I know there is still truth in this for him.

“Yes sir.” I whimper between mews of pleasure.

“Do you feel you have sufficiently learned your lesson?” When his stern is mixed with being out of breath from the effort of fucking me hard it makes my toes curl.

“Yes.” I choke out.

“I think I will restore your status to good girl provided you remind yourself to whom you belong by begging me to let you come, and then saying my name while you do so.”

Beg him? Provided I have time before my climax comes rushing through my body while he lectures me. “Please Daddy. Please let me come, I promise to be good.”

“Good girl.” He grins, sliding his hand between us to pet me where he knows I won't be able to hold out. “Let me hear you.” He croons. I know I asked for this role play but I feel like he has taken the opportunity to teach me a lesson, to remind me how he makes my body feel. I do belong to him in this way.

“Severus!” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as he slams into me repeatedly and the waves of pleasure build up then explode through me. He kisses my neck and switches to slow easy thrusts as I spasm around him, eventually slipping out of me but pulling me in close, listening to my shattered breathing.

“Did you not?” I look at him. I hadn't felt him climax with me.

“Doing penance.” He reminded me.

“For how long?” I asked with a laugh.

“Until… I don’t know until after dinner at the least.”

“Oh such a long time for you to abstain.” I roll my eyes.

“I believe you said dinner will take a while.”

“Maybe an hour… Two at most.”

“It will be a very long two hours, precious, as you do look so divine in an apron. If you wish to torture me you could get flour on your face, then I will be really put out about not being able to pull you onto the floor and make you mine.”

“Sir, you will find me willing and able to torture you this evening so don’t give me ideas. Maybe I’ll be wearing nothing but that apron and ample amounts of flour.”

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pamelasmuse · 1 year

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Pure

I cannot! Sirius most definitely has a courpuption kink so I HAD to pair it with priest sirius bc 🥵.

Parings: priest! Sirius Black x innocent! Reader

Warnings: its my 1st smut so warnings for that lol. Also age gap bc i love it. Probably some more that i am to lazy to add💝

Summary: you go to church and fuck Sirius after

A/n: i read this fic by prettybabybaby and thats what inspired this so all thanks to them!!!

Sirius stood proudly up front preaching to god. The summer weather was so hot it left you sticking to your seat. And your short dress did barely anything to help your thighs not stick to the bench.

You began to get bored and your mind wandered. You thought about Sirius, about him fucking you, than you thought about how that was wrong but than you went back to thoughts of him pounding into you.

A tingle began to form in your lower stomach and you shifted in your seat trying to get comfortable. You soon looked up and locked your gaze with Sirius. He noticed you moving and slowly brought his fingers licking them and plunging them in his mouth.

The tingling in your stomach began to intensify with the thought of his fingers.

You had always been quite innocent, you didn’t know much about sex or about pleasure but you did know that you really liked sirius and that he could teach you about sex and pleasure. He was very wise, wise enough to be your priest.

As you thought about sirius and his body you wondered if these thoughts were wrong, no one ever talks about these feelings, so they must be wrong. You decided it definitely wasn’t wrong, or maybe it was.

As church came to an end you stayed back. Almost every had left and you began to walk up to Sirius. He looked down at you smiling.

“How may I help you darling?”

You blushed at the nickname, making butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Father” you began “I think I need to make a confession.”

Sirius’s eyes glistened with lust with thoughts about you confessing to horrible,horrible things.

“ you think?” He questioned

“Maybe its just a question, father.”

He moved closer to you, close enough to feel his breath and he whispered in your ear.

“What if you were to whisper it to me.”

You lit up. That was certainly something you could do. You leaned in closer to him. Close enough to lick his neck.

“Father, I was wondering what to do when my tummy tingles, and if its bad when it dose that?”

Sirius felt his body go limp. He had dreamed of this watching you every Sunday.

“No baby” he said “No baby its not bad at all.”

You felt a smile appear glad that you weren’t doing anything wrong

“ But how do I fix it.” You asked. You looked up at hims batting your eyelashes, his weakness.

“Well honey that’s something only I can help with.”

Now you were confused. What was he going to do. As your thoughts raced you didn’t even begin go notice Sirius and how he was slowly moving his hand up your thigh. Until he almost reached your panties.

When you felt that your eyes snapped up at him. He loved the way you looked at him with confusion, with innocence.

“Sweetheart, if im going to help you I need to get in.” His eyes went down to your undies. You followed his eyes and nodded.

“ I’m going to need your words” he looked up at you as he slowly began to kneel.

You are a little to stunned to speak. This is something you have wanted and now it is happening

“Umm y-yes.” You finally speak up

Sirius is looking at you in lust when he notices something sparkly. The diamond cross that hangs on your neck. Sirius stands up and turns the pendant over.

“Lets keep this flipped over while we do this”

A little but of guilt hangs in his chest

You nod and he gets down on the ground. You began to move and sit on a bench, in the front row. Sirius bunches up your skirt and you keep it held by your waist.

Sirius begins to trace slow circles around your inner thigh, making you squirm. He moves his face closer, letting his nose scrape your heat.you let out a small moan

Sirius brings his hands up and removes your panties. The fresh air hits making you even more horny for him. He takes a hand and runs at smoothly over your pussy.

Sirius goes over it one more time before finally inserting a finger. He gets a nice paste going making you moan his name.

Sirius adds another finger and goes a little bit harder making you close to falling apart. he begins to curl them making you chant name.

“O.. Siri…”

“Come on baby, come on my pure innocent baby cum for me cum.”

His words are almost enough and with one last thrust of his fingers you fall apart.

Your cum coats, his fingers he pulls them out of your pussy and brings them to his mouth licking them clean. When he’s done, he stands up looking over your disturbed body

“Are you ready for the real show princess.”

You nod

Sirius begins to unpack on his pants. He pulls them down along with his underwear, letting his cock spring up, hitting his stomach.

You gulp

Serious grabs your shoulders to steady himself before he guides himself to your folds. He slowly enters causing discomfort to your body

He finally enters fully making you feel like you’re in heaven. Sirius continues to thrust hard. He looks up to see a photo of God, reminding him of the sin he’s committing.

“Aww yess baby, mmm, making me feel so good in front of our lord. Sirius says while stroking your cheak

You couldn’t quite hear him with the sound of music that was coming through your ears, but you heard the word Lord, so you began to say it, as he began, thrusting even harder

“Oh yes oh my god, oh my god, uuh”

This turned him on even more making him very close

“ oh, yes, baby chant his name, show him what a dirty little whore you are.”

You clench around his cock. He finally cums. Hot white squirts painting your walls. That’s enough to make you cum.

Serious takes a rag and cleans you out. You get straightened out and you’re about to leave

“Hey baby dont forget about next week, maybe wear something short.”

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