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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 6 months

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OMG SAW UR ASKS WERE OPEN AND I RAN SO FAST HFJDJSBS

Anyways ok so imagine *trips over my own feet* imagine uhm baking cookies *stumbling* baking cookies with Lilia:3

No pressure ofc! I hope u will enjoy writing this if u do! And make sure to drink after and take care of urself!

Flour Belongs In The Cookies; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, fluff, some pining

Word Count; 650+

Author's Note; Cloudy, you do know how bad his cooking is, right? Besides that, I hope you enjoy what I did with this little prompt!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You knew full well going into this that Lilia … wasn’t the best person to leave around food. Well, you didn’t know to the full extent how ‘bad’, ‘revolting’, and ‘utterly cursed’ he was according to his dormmates (and adoptive family? Still trying to wrap your head around that one, to be honest).

Yet, as you were both adding ingredients to the batch of cookies you were making, he had done nothing to tamper with the recipe or mess up by accident. Perhaps Silver, Sebek and Malleus were just overexaggerating it? Lilia has been completely fine, a great helper even!

“So,” you cleared your throat, breaking the quiet (which was both comfortable yet awkward). “Why did you want to bake cookies with me? Not that I mind, just curious is all.”

Lilia looked up from the wet and dry ingredients he was combining and offered you a cheeky smile with a wink. “Hmm, do I need a reason to do so,” he breathed with a silent chuckle, sneaking some of the raw dough into his mouth.

You tutted, taking the bowl away from him. “I don’t need you getting sick from eating that now–”

But your attempt at lecturing was silenced by a small puff of flour being slapped gently on your cheek; a white handprint now on it. “RUDE!”

Lilia was having a good old laugh, from either getting flour on you, the shocked expression on your face, or a combination of the two (knowing him, it was bound to be the last one). He was actually getting pink in the face because of it; was he even taking breaks from laughing to breathe???

“Ah, lighten up! Plus,” he paused and covered your hand in flour and gently slapped it on his cheek, “there, we match now.”

His magenta eyes were twinkling with mischief and you found yourself gently shaking your head and chuckling. Sighing, you picked up some flour with your hands and made it look like you were just going to cover the countertop with it, but you swerved, and slapped it into Lilia’s hair.

Lilia coughed, and rubbed at his eyes, trying to get the flour out of his eyes, but once he opened them again, you were gone. So we’re playing games now? But he just wheezed in delight and gave chase, a cup full of flour on hand so he could repay the favour. After all, since you both had matching handprints on your cheeks, you deserved to be bestowed some flour on your head.

“And here you were saying it was rude of me for that first move,” he called out into the dorm. They couldn’t have gotten far now.

He heard the curtains ruffle, and he floated over, not making a sound.

Peaking oh so carefully behind the curtains, he spotted you, silently giggling to yourself. And that’s when he made his move.

“Found you!~” And he sprinkled the flour over your head; much more gently than you did to him.

You groaned, knowing it would take a bit to get the flour out from everything… but the way Lilia floated overhead made it look like he was sprinkling snow… was he always this pretty? Even with him covered in flour, you still felt your heart flutter.

You mentally slapped your cheeks though, and got yourself up.

“Guess you did… but that was fun,” you chuckled, dusting yourself off to the best of your ability.

The moment though was ruined by your smoke alarm going off; it was a wonder that those even worked, but hey, at least they worked.

Rushing to the kitchen, you opened up the oven to have a mass of black smoke smelling of burnt food of some sort enveloping the both of you.

“What happened?!” You coughed out, trying to open up the windows and doors to let out the smoke.

Lilia grimaced, “Ah… perhaps I set the oven too high.”

And even though you had fun making the now coal-like cookies, perhaps store-bought would have been better…

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#twst #twst x reader #twst x gender neutral reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x gn reader #just be happy the cookies burned and that you didn't have to eat them cuz he definitely messed with them when you ran #also enjoy getting flour out of the floorboards <3 #how tf did i write this in under an hour???#cloudy!#cloudy do not trust this man's cooking PLEASE #lilia is a little shit and i love that for him

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wingedjellyfishflight · 5 months

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The Bang Game

Ghost hated being paired with a female sniper. He thought Price was joking at first, and he tried his hardest to force you to wash you out. You refused to quit, despite ending up in medical several times due to his abusive tactics. You always made up a cover story for it, though. He didn't know that for weeks until a nurse asked him to look out for you and your clumsiness.

When he did give in, it was all-encompassing. No one else was allowed to hurt or push you, or they would face his wrath. A game developed between the two of you. "Who is the sneakier sniper?" The goal was to sneak up on the other without being seen until you touch them or whisper, "bang" in their ear. This has led to both you and Ghost being impossible to find for days and sometimes weeks at a time when between missions. At first, the competition was who could sneak up on others, but the wheezing and heart clutching that Price did when you whispered "bang" and Ghost stood up a few feet away, cursing you out, scared you both a bit too much, so you agreed to limit it getting each other.

Ultimately, this has led to some rather uncomfortable situations between you and a building tension as you see each other in more and more compromising situations. The first time you see Ghost taking his mask off, you stand up, covering your eyes, game be damned. He startles, then realizes what you are doing. "Luv, just look and be done with it. No secrets between us, now." You brace yourself, then lower your hands, drinking in every inch of his face before he lowers the mask back over it. "Now, get out." You nearly run from the room with a blinding smile on your face.

When you felt a caress while touching yourself in your bed a week later, you had to bite back a moan. Ghost's eyes were wide, pupils blown, watching your every move. Covering yourself, you sent him packing, evening ruined and feeling guilty thinking that his name was what you were chanting in your head.

A week later, you sneak under his bed to wait for him. He walks in hours later, locking the door behind him, and takes off his mask, hanging it up. Laying back on his bed with his boots flat on the floor, you hear him unbuttoning his pants. You flush, trying to ignore the sounds of him slowly stroking himself, but fail, feeling your body heat up. After what feels like an immensely long time, you hear, "You gonna tap out or join in, Luv?" Sliding out on your belly and standing, you glance at the locked door before turning to face him.

"You sure, Ghost? Can't turn back once you fuck me," you say with a wink, confidence pouring off of you, despite the nervousness in your gut. Your eyes feel nearly locked onto his cock as he slowly strokes up and down.

He growls, "I'm not worried. You're stuck with me now." You nod and unlace your boots, toeing them off, then begin unbuttoning your pants. He stands, pressing his cock into your stomach, and wraps his long fingers around your wrists. "Allow me." When you pause, he grabs your shirt and rips it off of you. Your noise of protest goes unacknowledged, but he is less destructive with the rest of your clothes, carefully unhooking your bra and tugging your panties off.

You reach for his hem and push his hands away when he tries to help. Slowly lifting it, you kiss each scar that is revealed. Once you have it off, you push him back down onto his bed and jerk his pants out of the way. You straddle his thighs and lean in for a kiss. "Last chance to back out, Ghost." He smirks at your teasing grin.

"Ride my cock, Luv. Show me what you've got." You line yourself up, slowly sinking down on his long cock. The grin is gone by the halfway point, replaced by a look of concentration as he fills your passage to its limits. When your hips meet, your cunt is already clenching tight around him. "Attagirl, takin my whole cock. You gonna cum on me already? C'mon, move your hips." He smirks at you, thinking he may have to take over and show you what a man can do.

You growl at his cocky attitude and start moving quickly, squeezing tightly as he slides in. His smirk is wiped away, and with every roll of your hips, it becomes clear to Ghost that he will not last long. He pulls you down into a kiss before flipping you on all fours so he can take charge. He drives deep into you, lifting your hips until he finds an angle that makes you whimper excitedly. Sighing in relief internally, he reaches down to tease your clit. "That's it, Luv. Cum for me." He drives harder into that spot and you try and fail to form words, looking back at him over your shoulder, which he delights in. "Fuckin you dumb just might become my new favorite thing after all." His smirk is back in full force. If he times it right, he knows, he can make you cum twice.

Suddenly, you're over the edge, gripping his cock tight inside and squirting on his stomach. The sudden splash across his abs makes him positively feral. He drives hard and fast into you, cock throbbing as he lets loose, filling your cunt with cum.

"Sorry, tried to warn you," you pant back at him with a wry grin, collapsing onto your front with a sigh.

"Never fuckin warn me, Luv. You were right. God damn addicting." He carefully pulls out and stands up. He finally undresses, taking off his boots and clothes. He cleans you with the remains of your shirt, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Pulling away, you start to get up only for him to press you back down. "You're not gonna run off now. Nobody'll miss us for at least a day or two. You can spend the night, though I won't guarantee much sleep." The feeling when he wraps his entire body around yours, nuzzling into your shoulder, is almost as good as sex. You've never known Ghost to be this gentle and this affectionate, but you could definitely get used to this in the privacy of his quarters. And the way he kisses your neck has you already well on the way to round two.

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tuiccim · 7 months

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Juxtaposition

Pairing: Mafia Boss Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2174

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub, Oral (f rec)

Summary: Bucky Barnes is the boss of your city's mafia. You are the sweet, shy woman who has fallen in love with a bad man. At least, that's what everyone thinks.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

You took a deep breath as you walked past the line to the bouncer guarding the club doors. He knew you immediately and waved you through.

“Evening,” Thor winks cheekily as he holds the door open for you.

“Hi,” you demure.

A guy at the front of the line takes offense at this and yells, “Hey! Why does she get in?”

“Cause she’s a hell of a lot prettier than you,” Thor laughs unperturbed but with a warning look at the guy.

“Can’t argue with that,” the guy shrugs, taking the hint.

“Thank you,” you whisper shyly.

“Anything for the boss’s girl,” Thor nods.

You make your way through the crowded club as lights flash and loud music accompanies the many people bumping and grinding on the dance floor. You get to the bar and give a small wave to the two bartenders, Natasha and Clint.

“He’s in the office,” Natasha says over the music while holding out a glass of scotch and a bottle of water to you.

“Thanks,” you say as you take the drinks. You make your way to the back hallway, currently guarded by Bruce, who smiles kindly and opens the door for you. You nod to him sweetly and hurry down to Bucky’s office door. Balancing the glass of Scotch carefully, you push the door open but stop short when you see Steve and Sam holding a man up by his arms as Bucky lands a solid punch to his gut. Obviously not the first one, the guy groans and remains slumped. Three heads snap up to see at your wide-eyed stare.

“I-I’m sorry!” You exclaim quickly and begin to back out the door. Their captive’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice and you see his jaw drop at the sight of you.

“It’s okay, Doll. Come in. We should have been done by now. I got a little carried away,” Bucky turns his attention back to the men but seeing the man’s eyes on you enrages him all over again. He punches him in the nose, easily breaking it and causing blood to gush , “Get this trash out of my office. If I ever see you around here again, if you ever even look at her again, Walker, you’ll be a dead man. You understand?”

“Yes,” the man wheezes as Steve and Sam drag him out. You stare as they walk the man through the door, both making brief eye contact with apologetic looks.

“We’ll take the trash out and get back to our post, boss,” Steve assures as he closes the door behind him.

Bucky unbuttons his suit and takes a seat behind his large desk. He takes out a handkerchief and dabs at a small spot on his knuckle. Otherwise, he is immaculately clean despite the mess from the beating he had given. You make your way to the desk slowly and set down the drinks. He watches your every move with a hungry look. Licking your lips, you walk around to stand in front of him.

“You’re early,” he says, eyeing you.

You pick his arm up and look at the watch on his wrist, “I’m right on time.” You drop his arm and slap him hard enough to turn his head. As you stand there, he keeps his face turned away but you see the tick in his jaw. “How dare you make me see him. You should have been finished and ready for me.”

His control is beautiful as you watch him carefully. He waits, not moving, for your permission. You had trained him well.

“Speak,” you say quietly.

“I’m sorry,” he says, moving only his lips.

“Look at me,” you command. He complies immediately giving you a feeling of elation. “What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry he was still here when you got here. That I didn’t manage my time better,” Bucky says, jaw still clenched. You know he’s frustrated and turned on by the slap you had delivered. Judging by the red mark on his cheek, it was still stinging.

You grab his face with one hand. Gripping the back of his chair with the other, you lean over him. “You aren’t sorry you beat him so badly?”

“No,” he growls.

“No, what?” You squeeze his cheeks harder with annoyance.

“No, ma’am.”

“You aren’t sorry that he’ll be in pain for days, weeks even?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you smile down at him as you release your grip and slide to sit on the desk. You grab the glass of scotch and hold it out to him, “You look like you could use a drink.”

You waited until his hand was just within reach of the glass to pull back, “Have you hydrated today?” His clenched jaw gives you the answer. You tsk as you hand him the bottle of water. He opens it and obediently takes a sip. “All of it,” you instruct, tipping the bottle to his lips. He drinks while maintaining eye contact with you. When the last drop slides into his mouth you smile, “Good boy.”

“Does that mean I’ve earned my Scotch?” he asks carefully.

“Mmm,” you consider the request as you roll the glass across your chest. “I think an apology is still in order. I said I never wanted to see him again and then there he is right in my face.”

“I apologize again, ma’am,” Bucky says, watching the glass move, wishing he could pour the contents down your chest and trace its path with his tongue.

You lean forward with a small smile, reading his thoughts as clearly as he spoke them aloud, bringing your face close. Bucky’s mouth opens slightly awaiting your kiss of forgiveness but instead of giving him that relief, you bring the glass to your lips and take a sip of the amber liquid. With a smirk, you clarify, “Apology was the wrong word. I meant penance. So, precious, can you think of some way to make me forget seeing him again?”

As you speak, you propped your legs on each side of his chair, allowing the dress you wore to ride up your thighs. Bucky’s eyes blaze a trail up to the visible wet spot on your innocent pink panties. He loved this juxtaposition about you. To anyone else, you were a shy, innocent-looking woman, but with him, behind closed doors, you were a dominating seductress. It wasn’t anything he thought he’d ever want but since you’d show him that side of you, and himself, he’s been utterly lost to you. He would take down empires at your command, tear the world to shreds, while you stood at his side looking like the good woman who fell in love with a bad man. His dick twitched at the thought. His eyes snap up to yours, “May I touch you, ma’am?”

His gravelly voice shoots a thrill through you. He was so goddamn perfect staring up at you like that, full of want and admirable restraint. You nod, widening your legs. His hands are immediately under your skirt, reaching for your panties, and you oblige him by lifting up for him to pull them off you. Moving his chair closer, he wraps his arms around your legs.

“Can I put my mouth on you, please?” His voice comes out in a desperate whisper as he leans a cheek against your thigh.

“Are you getting hard already?” You croon.

“Yes, ma’am,” he groans.

“Oh, precious, if you’re already getting hard from this little bit of teasing, I can just imagine how you’re going to be by the end of the night.” You decide to tease him and put your hand over your mound, “I don’t know if my poor little pussy can handle it. You look like you might not be able to control yourself. Maybe I should just take care of myself.” You dip your fingers into your wetness and slide them over your clit.

“Please,” Bucky whispers as his eyes follow the movements of your fingers.

“Please, oh! Please, what?” you whine breathlessly, moving more quickly.

“Please let me put my mouth on you. Please, ma’am. I’ll be good. I’ll make you feel so good,” he begs.

“Say please again,” you demand.

“Please! Please, I need it! I need you, please!” Bucky’s words make you gush.

“You’ll be gentle with me, won’t you, baby?” you tease him. He knows you can take it any way he could dish it out.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Show me,” you lean back on your elbows, giving him full access.

He’s immediately kissing his way up your thighs with whispered words of affirmation, “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be gentle. Fuck, I want you so much. Please, ma’am, I need to get my mouth on you, please.”

“Okay, baby. If you make me come with that tongue of yours, maybe I’ll accept your apology,” you encourage him.

He wastes no time burying his face between your legs. He runs his tongue up and down your slit, laps at your clit, and moans as he tastes you. You grab a handful of his hair and tug at it to encourage him. Fuck, you live for this. For his compliance and skill at pleasuring you. The way he moved his tongue over your clit had your legs quivering. He used his fingers to play at your entrance and then slid them down to tease your ass before returning. When he slid one in and crooked it into your G spot, you bucked against his face while holding him tighter against you.

“Using that tongue so fucking good. Fuck,” you can feel your orgasm building. He was good with his mouth, both talking and fucking with it. You lean your head back as you rock your hips. You grip his hair harder, pulling it from the tie that held it back. Silky soft strands tickled your thighs and his tongue worked double time until your body spasmed. You came hard, gripping his head with your thighs and rubbing your pussy against his face.

“Fucking hell,” you whisper as you begin to come down. You release the vice-like grip you have on Bucky’s hair but his tongue is still making slow circles. “I forgive-”

The door slams open as Tony walks in, “Hey boss. I’ve got- oh.”

You jump off the desk and turn away, pulling your skirt down before wrapping your arms around yourself. Bucky surges out of his chair with a growl.

“Sorry, boss, didn’t realize you were in the middle of dinner,” Tony smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows. In a blink, Bucky has him by the neck and slams him against the wall.

“Don’t look at her,” Bucky growls. “The fuck are you thinking?”

“You said you wanted to know as soon as I got the info. Your boys weren’t outside standing guard so I assumed it was just you three in here. My bad,” Tony wheezes.

“I should rip your eyes and tongue out,” Bucky growls.

“That would make me much less useful, boss,” Tony replies.

“That’s the only reason I haven’t yet. Apologize.”

“Sorry, boss,” Tony mumbles.

“Not to me,” Bucky whispers.

“My sincerest apology, miss,” Tony says loudly in your direction but without looking at you, remembering Bucky’s earlier warning. Bucky looks over his shoulder at you and sees as you nod your head but then lift your hand as if wiping away a tear. He knows how shy you are around others. Like he said, you were a paradox. Shy, timid, demure even, when out in public. It was only behind closed doors that you became the self-assured domme who fascinated him.

“Is it what we thought?” Bucky asks suddenly.

“Yeah,” Tony nods.

“Share the information with Bruce and the two of you need to take care of it. If it isn’t done by tomorrow night… you can still work with one eye, right?” Bucky says threateningly.

“Consider it done.”

“I don’t,” Bucky lets him go but then punches him in the jaw. “Get out and get it done.”

“On it, boss,” Tony assures, holding his jaw.

Bucky practically throws Tony out the door, meeting the shocked stares of Sam and Steve who were just returning.

“Bring my car around,” Bucky says as he slams the door. Hurrying back over to you, he wraps his arms around you and cradles your face in his neck. “You okay, doll?”

You nod against his shoulder but are too overwhelmed to speak. Part of you is embarrassed to have been seen in such a compromising position, the other part of you is turned on by Bucky’s protective reaction. You cling to him, breathing his scent deeply to ground yourself.

“Can I take you to my place? I’ll make this all up to you,” Bucky pulls back to look at you. He watches you closely and sees the moment your dominant side takes hold again.

Your eyes light and you smirk at him, “Yes, but I’m going to need a bottle of scotch and some handcuffs when we get there.”

Part 2

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afewproblems · 8 months

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Season 2 Halloween AU Part Three

Part One, Part Two

Eddie waits till the end of the day to strike.

It's after four, and almost everyone has left for the day with the exception of the teachers and the janitor --who has already given Eddie the stink eye for remaining after hours for 'no reason'.

But Eddie does have a reason, a pretty decent one too.

He's waiting for King-Steve to get out of detention.

Turns out it didn't take until lunch for the whole school to hear about Harrington and Wheeler. In fact, the way Eddie heard, Steve had been ambushed not two minutes after his conversation with Nancy by Hagan and Hargrove.

Now here was where the story differed depending on who you heard it from.

Tammy Thompson told her lunch table that Steve freaked out when Hargrove started talking shit about Nancy.

Mark Holmes told Jim Cutter that Hagan got punched in the face and Hargrove was simply defending his friend from Steve.

Sarah March told Jeff in their homeroom that Steve wound up with a black eye after gym class that morning and was almost suspended for the week.

Eddie knows there must be a thread of truth linking all of these stories together. And at this point, he'd much rather hear it straight from the source.

Plus with a black eye Harrington would be needing those glasses back.

Eddie snaps the gum in his mouth and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he leans against locker 109, certain that Steve will have to stop by before he leaves.

"Munson?"

Speak of the devil.

Eddie tilts slightly in the direction of the voice and blows out a low whistle at the sight of the shiner on Steve's face.

It's already a deep purple, though it isn't as swollen as Eddie would have thought. It matches the colour of the bags under Steve's good eye and is accentuated by how strangely pale he looks today. Steve's lip is also split down the middle, blood staining his polo collar.

Huh, so it didn't happen in gym.

"Looks like someone had an interesting day," Eddie smiles as he crosses one leg over the other and taps the tip of his chuck on the linoleum, Steve winces at the harsh squeak it makes.

"Look Munson, whatever you want, just get it over with," Steve manages to say through gritted teeth, his hands have clenched into loose fists but the same tremor from the night before has returned in full force.

Eddie pushes himself off of Steve's locker and watches as the other man tenses. Eddie rolls his eyes and reaches behind himself, grabbing the shades from where they are hanging off his back pocket. Steve's gaze follows Eddie's movements and barely halts a flinch as the sunglasses are tossed into his chest.

Steve only seems to catch them with his latent jock ability but still nearly drops them in surprise.

"You left these in my van last night," Eddie shrugs at the way Steve's head tilts slightly, he looks from the glasses in his hand to Eddie and back again with a frown.

"Oh," he breathes out, and the tension drops from Steve's frame like the strings holding him up are all at once severed.

"First a taxi service, now a courier," Eddie smirks, dropping his left hand to his hip, "how ever will you make it up to me Harrington?"

Steve grimaces, rubbing a hand down his face, he winces as it brushes the deepening bruise under his eye, "I'm sure you're about to tell me".

Eddie grins, pretending to consider his options as he lifts a ringed hand to his chin to hold it thoughtfully for a beat while Steve stands before him, looking more and more frustrated with every passing second.

"Where's the fun in that?" Eddie says with a sly smile as he steps closer, nearly into Steve's space, and leans in.

"Maybe you'll owe me one," Eddie winks as he says it before dropping his voice into a wheezing Italian affectation, "perhaps one day soon I'll call upon you for a favor--"

"What?" Steve sputters out in a strangled laugh, leaning away from Eddie's sudden proximity.

From this angle Eddie can see the slightest flush creeping down Steve's neck.

"The Godfather? You know?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at the blank expression on Steve's face, "I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse?"

Steve's brow pinches in confusion as he shakes his head.

"I mean," Eddie huffs, moving out of Steve's space again, "you'd probably like it, you have plenty of practice rejecting offers don't ya big boy?"

It takes a second for the words to register for both of them.

Steve's eyebrows cut creases across his forehead as they rise into his hair and Eddie immediately wants to fling himself off the gymnasium roof.

Of all the stupid, stupid things--

"Is this about the weed?" Steve asks slowly with a frown wrinkling his nose, it would be cute if Eddie wasn't beside himself with relief.

Focus.

"Yup," Eddie manages to say with a straight face despite the way his heart is racing. He clears his throat and leans backwards to drape himself against the lockers again, miscalculating how far he's moved away from them after Steve showed up.

Eddie loses his footing and slams into the metal with a loud bang, sliding down onto the floor in a leather clad heap.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie hears from above him, opening his eyes to find a pair of wide hazel ones staring into his own.

"Did you hit your head?"

Eddie ignores the question and the heat that rises in his face and ears. He wants nothing more at this moment than to tell Steve to fuck off, to leave him to crawl into a hole now and finally live the rest of his days as a Hobbit.

But King-Steve is persistent.

"Come on Munson, we should go before someone comes to see what happened, I'm not getting another detention for you," Steve huffs as he holds a hand out in front of Eddie.

Eddie looks from the outstretched hand in front of him, to Steve's face. His stupid, earnest, beautiful face, and takes his hand, grunting as he rises back to his feet.

A door opens down the hall, near the admin office and both men freeze as a pair of heels begin to click and clack their way down the hall.

"Shit," Eddie hisses at the same time Steve barks out a frantic, "Go, go, go!"

They scramble to get away from the lockers and make a beeline for the side exit, a mixture of laughter and curses echoing after them.

Eddie doesn't stop running until he reaches the driver's side door of his van.

He pants out a wild laugh and shakes his head as Steve bends at the waist with his hands braced on his knees. When Steve rights himself, there's a flush of exertion and a bright smile that is only slightly marred by the black eye and split lip.

"You're a trip Harrington," Eddie breathes out before clutching his throat, "I think I swallowed my gum back there".

Steve laughs loud and bright and Eddie can't help but watch the way his head tips back, exposing the long column of his neck. He looks up again, his eyes seem to search Eddie's face briefly before he shakes his head with an expression Eddie's never seen before.

"Yeah well," Steve huffs, his good eye crinkles at the corner from his smile, "you're not what I thought you'd be like either Munson".

And Eddie just doesn't know what to do with that.

Instead, he clears his throat and kicks at a piece of gravel that careens across the empty student parking lot.

"Where's your noble steed?" Eddie asks, his head on swivel. Harrington's car was fairly iconic around here, no way it would have been missed among the sea of beat up Ford's and Gremlins.

Steve tilts his head and frowns slightly, "I left it at Tina's remember?"

And yeah, shit, that makes sense, he must have caught the bus that morning and completely missed it with detention.

"...do you need a ride?"

"Okay".

Part four up!

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wileys-russo · 7 months

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whenever you have the time i would love some more katie blurbs 🫶🏻 she’s just like an annoying little gf but also she’s the biggest lover girl ever ( off the pitch;) )

the type to roast you and then boost your ego so high it’s seeing stars, who dumps her laundry on you but then its like “if you even try to fold that for me i’ll hurt you”

lovergirl II k.mccabe x reader

"babe? i'm back." you yelled out as you shouldered the door open, hands full of groceries as you heard footsteps hurry downstairs. "oi i told you to text me when you were out the front!" katie rolled her eyes, pecking you on the lips as she hurried to grab the bags from you.

"is there more?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, moving herself to block you from leaving the kitchen. "yes and i am more than capable of grabbing them. just-" but you were speaking to an empty room as katie sprinted out the front door and to your car.

shaking your head with a smile of amusement you started to pack things away, hearing your car lock and katie hurry back inside, arms laden with bags which she dumped on the counter.

"katie!" you laughed suddenly as the irishwomans tanned and toned arms wrapped around you, pulling you away from the fridge. "what are you-" she cut you off with a kiss, gently pushing you to sit down at the island bench.

"you just sit here and look beautiful. i'll put everything away! nice little show for ya." the girl grinned cheekily, stealing another kiss and darting around the kitchen putting the shopping away. "your bum looks good in those shorts." you smiled, resting your chin on your hand.

"i know." the taller girl winked as you rolled your eyes at the blatant cockiness which was nothing new to you. "nope!" you whine as she snatches your phone from your hand the moment it leaves your pocket, slipping it into her own as your eyes bore into hers.

"give it." you held your hand out, the irishwoman only high fiving you with another wink, turning to continue putting away the last few things you'd bought. "oh stop your poutin. you don't need it!" katie grinned, suddenly appearing beside you and spinning you around in your chair, standing in between your legs.

"i do actually, you're quite boring." you smiled smugly at how her confidence faltered for a minute, hands laying dormant on your knees. "oh is that so?" she pulled away, grabbing your phone out as you frowned.

"what are you doing?" "calling your ma and inviting her over for dinner, since i'm so boring i figure you'll want some lively company."

"katie no!" your eyes widened as you jumped off your seat and charged at her, you loved your mum dearly but she was easily one of the most infuriating people you'd ever known.

the woman had next to no boundaries and no ability to respect anyone else's, especially yours, even going as far as to always ask about if your sex life was healthy and make suggestions of how to spice it up which amused your girlfriend to no end.

"i'm just trying to give you a nice eventful night darlin, since i'm so boring." the older girl smirked, pausing for a moment to lift your phone to her ear and your eyes widened hearing the dial tone start to ring.

"katie alison mccabe i swear to god-" you launched yourself over the back of the sofa, jumping on her and wrapping an arm around her neck as you struggled to stay on.

"catherine? oh hi its katie! ya alright?" the brunette started, grunting as you squeezed your arm tighter around her neck, her own spare arm stretching around her back and trying to push you off.

"hang up right now!" you ordered firmly, still fighting to cling on and desperately trying to wrench your phone from her ear. "how have i been? oh i've been grand thanks! and you?" she continued with a slight wheeze as you attempted to choke her out.

giving up on trying to throw you off she switched tactics and fell backwards onto the sofa, her body now laying on top of yours and keeping you somewhat pinned down as you thrashed and swore at her.

"oh that? that's nothing, we're just doing some light boxing at training and the girls can get carried away sometimes." katie pressed herself more into you as your fingers finally wrapped around your phone, her hand gripping your bicep so you couldn't pull it away from her ear.

"hang up!" you demanded again, headbutting the back of her shoulder several times making her laugh. "i'm not even on the phone, dickhead." she showed you the screen and that she'd dialed herself which had of course rang out.

"get off me you stupid stubborn-" you started to rant, cut off by her hand coming down over your mouth. "bold of you to assume my hands are clean baby." the taller girl grinned as you licked her hand in an attempt to get her to remove it.

wrenching it away you kicked her off of you and hastily stood, dragged back down immediately as she moved herself on top of you. "get off!" you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring upward at her.

"no, you're actually quite comfortable." your girlfriend teased, settling her full body weight on top of you as you smacked her shoulders.

"throw me off then, you're always going on and on about how strong ya are. with these pathetic little noodles!" she tutted, squeezing your arms as you scoffed and tried to shove her off but it was to no use as the brunette yawned and faked checking her watch as if bored by your attempts.

"katie!" you whined, going limp and giving up with a sigh, arm coming to rest across your face. "yes?" she sang out, holding herself up with her hands either side of your head. "you're so irritating." you mumbled into your arm, her face hovering just above yours.

"god you're so sweet to me, what a lucky woman i am." she gasped with a sarcastic smile, pushing your arm away from your face and pressing her forehead against yours. "hi." she smiled, eyes milimetres from your own as you sighed. "hi."

"i love you." she grinned, pecking your lips sweetly. "thats nice." you watched as her smile quickly turned into a frown. "oi say it back!" "okay, i love me too." "you cheeky fuckin-" you cut her off with a proper kiss, arms wrapping around her neck as her body settled comfortably on top of yours, your lips melding together perfectly.

"we have more chores to do lover." you pulled away, smacking at her bum with your hands and tapping her shoulders for her to sit up.

"no i told you i would do them! you ran your arse off yesterday and netted the banger which won us the match." katie rolled off of you as the two of you sat up, her calloused hands pushing you back down as she stood.

"my superstar you're not lifting a finger. rest those gloriously sexy legs please, you're lucky i even let ya go and do the shopping." she complimented, grinning happily as your cheeks blushed red at her words.

"put somethin on, one of your stupid love in the dark secret island or whatever rubbish thats called." she tossed you the remote, bending down to feverishly kiss you, pulling away far sooner than you'd have liked, shoving your head to the side playfully as she left.

"its called love island!" you shouted after her. "don't care!" she yelled back from the laundry.

but you knew she did, every time she would make a show of kicking in her heels and begging not to watch it. then once she'd given in with a dramatic sigh and made herself the unsung selfless hero who was sacrificing a night of quality television programming for some mindless reality rubbish, she'd cuddle up with you and ten minutes in was asking endless questions, interest fully peaked and completely engrossed much to your amusement.

"babe!" you yelled out as a basketful of clean washing was dumped on top of you from behind, yanking off a pair of your girlfriends boxers from your head and glaring at her.

"you fold a single thing and i'll break your hands woman." the brunette warned, darting back to the laundry and returning with another basket.

"don't you-" but it was too late as yet again the still warm clothing buried you, katie peeling off a hoodie to reveal your scowl as she took a seat on the lounge beside you.

you rolled your eyes and continued to pull off the clothing which had rained down on you. "no! i said i'll do it." your girlfriend suddenly smacked your thigh as you whined and kicked out at her.

"what do you expect me to just sit here with your underwear on my head, buried in your kits with a mountain of odd socks in my lap?" you scoffed in disbelief at the request.

"yes. like my own little laundry tree!" katie teased, moving to quickly remove and place everything back in the basket at her feet. "every day i start to question more and more why im so in love with you." you sighed, gaze returning to the tv as your girlfriends laugh echoed around the room.

"cause you enjoy staring at my bum when i walk round the house in my sexy little shorts, doing all the housework like a good loyal house wife." katie grinned, slowly moving herself closer to you as you shook your head.

"what's that make me then?" you questioned, lips tugging into a smile as your girlfriend grabbed your hands and pulled you to sit on her lap.

"my trophy wife of course. i get to show you off what with your gorgeous eyes, tecchy little football skills and crackin personality, and call you mine, which makes me the real winner." she smiled softly, again causing your cheeks to heat up at the compliments.

"no ring, no wife." you quickly clipped back holding up your empty hand. "not yet, maybe if you're patient." katie smirked, hand on the back of your neck as she pulled you into a bruising kiss.

though she shoved you off before things became too passionate, brushing your complaints off with a reminder she had laundry to fold making you roll your eyes as how quickly she could switch between being charming and insufferable.

"so...whose coupled up this week then? fill me in."

#katie mccabe x reader #woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #katie mccabe #woso imagine #woso blurbs

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dixonsgirl93 · 25 days

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More to Grab, eh?

Simon x plus-size!fem!reader

You were relaxing with some of the 141 team and your brother, John MacTavish in a bar one evening.

Gaz leans over the table, half-empty beer glass in his hands. “So wait. Why are you single?”

“Watch it, Gaz.” Johnny warned but you knew he wasn’t serious, mostly. You knew he trusted his teammates with his life but still, you were his little sister.

“What? I’m just asking.” He glanced back over at you, making your skin hot.

“Honestly?” He nodded. “I guess I’ve just stopped tryin’, maybe even avoiding dating ‘cause…I’ve gained weight recently.” You hug your tummy, almost to emphasise your insecurity about it.

Simon made a noise across the table. He was wearing his balaclava, though he lifted it to take a swig now and then. You stopped questioning Johnny and even wondering why he still wore it around his team. Albeit you were there and definitely not on the team but you doubted it was simply mistrust, more so a comfort. If no one could see his identity, he was safe.

You looked over at him but he was looking into his glass. “What’s funny?” You ask.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Nah, c’mon, Lt.” Johnny asked, sitting up.

Simon looked up at everyone watching him.

“It wasn’t bad. It was just…” He locked eyes with Johnny and hesitated.

“What?” You prodded. You had to know now.

He took a breath and locked eyes with you before he spoke. “I was just thinking…a little extra weight is just more to grab.” Silence followed his words and you could have sworn he smirked under his mask. There was a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there a second ago.

Gaz wheezed out a laugh while Johnny just stared at his best friend incredulously.

“What the fuck was that?” He said, but without the conviction of anger he was trying to show.

You, meanwhile, were trying desperately to hide your blush behind your cocktail, fighting images of Simon’s hands all over you; images that had never been there before. The two of you never spoke much and you had no idea what he even looked like, yet…those words changed everything. You were sure he knew that too.

“Watch out, Johnny. Simon might steal your sister.” Gaz joked, the tail end of his laugh still twinkling in his eyes.

“Jesus. I need another drink.” Johnny stood and went to the bar. While he was up there, Gaz excused himself for a smoke and Price pulled out his phone.

Simon found the opportunity to slide into Johnny’s empty seat. He leaned in to you. “Don’t worry, love. I didn’t mean anything by it. You’re gorgeous so don’t worry about the extra weight. The right guy will love your curves.”

“Like you, apparently.” You teased, smirking at him.

He raised one eyebrow quickly, his eyes squinting slightly as if he was smiling.

“Johnny would kill me.” He murmured, looking over to the bar to see your brother frowning at the both of you sitting together. “See?”

“Nah, he wouldn’t. He trusts you. He’s great at reading people, although he jokes around and stuff a lot, people forget that.”

“I agree. He’s a great man. That’s why I could never corrupt his little sister.” He nudges you playfully in the arm but that touch and his words send electric waves through you.

“Corrupt? You think I’m innocent? Now that’s adorable.” It’s at about this point when you realise you’re flirting with the masked man. Who previously you’d had very little to do with. Maybe he found encouragement in breathing those first words aloud?

This time he laughed for real, a deep rumble in his throat. It was like music.

Johnny sat down in Simon’s old seat, placing 2 drinks down, sliding one over to you. “Thanks.”

“You two’d better not be flirtin’ over ‘ere.” He frowned, putting on his big brother show.

“Oh piss off, I’m a grown woman. I can do what I please.” You take a deep swig of your fresh drink, feeling your earlier embarrassment melt away.

“Oh? Musical chairs in here?” Gaz was back and immediately noticed the new seating arrangement. “Did I tell you or did I tell you?” He winked at Johnny who frowned in return.

Should I continue?

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huhniebowl · 1 month

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Mourlin Rouge

dominic fike x reader

warning(s); mentions of drug use, lil spicy & once again a try at some plot, so it’s a little long!

a/n; hey...been a while🧍🏾‍♀️...real shit i missed y'all.

ima try and wheeze my way back up in here. here's my apology... thanks for the request♥️

not proof read yet!

You push and shove your way through sweaty, sticky bodies trying to get to the bar. The bottom of your boots stick to the candied floor from spilled drinks, and God knows what else.

You're positive that if it weren’t so loud in here, you’d hear the toe-curling sound of your soles detaching from the sealed concrete.

This wasn’t how you envisioned your Saturday night to go; in fact, it wasn’t supposed to go like this at all.

What was meant to be a night of takeout and reruns of Supernatural suddenly wasn’t when your best friend, Aria, rang your phone.

Lights from the provocative club paint the room in deep crimson and make it hard to distinguish the faces and details of the clubbers.

Maybe that was the point of it. To hide the platinum pink hair of the woman you thought was blond, but remember the way her skin-tight dress glittered as she moved.

It had been a while since you felt that unreachable state of bliss.

You’re jealous.

Jealous of the people here. They aren’t here for a long time, you could tell by the way some were leaning over glass tables with rolled dollar bills—noses powdered white.

Or how they drop unicorn-shaped tablets on their tongues before kicking back a shot. They have no purpose, nothing to lose if shit were to hit the fan.

You grimace, no stranger to that state of mind. But that’s not you anymore.

Hasn’t been for years. Not since you met him.

In time, you make it to the bar, tall bottles of alcohol lined up in the wall, a golden glow emitting from behind them, and a bartender whose breasts look as if they're about to spill from her top. Betty.

Her nickname was given thanks to her curvy figure, pixie cut, and melanin skin.

Proclaiming her to be a real live Betty Boop. She’s familiar with you, as this isn’t your first time here, but it’s been a long while since you’ve set foot.

A thick cloud of smoke disperses from her lips, she winks at you, and you grin.

No stranger to her flirting.

“Haven’t seen you round’ here inna minute, you ain’t cheatin’ on me now?” her southern accent loud and thick.

“Could never do that you Betty, you know that.” You counter, leaning forward a bit and into her space.

You order something strong and sweet, voice open and teasing. Used to playing your cards right and getting your first drink free with her.

Betty gives you a once over, eyes playful and pupils blown as vapor steams from her nostrils, and clouds around you again. It’s sickeningly sweet.

The smallest smirk grows on her face, and then she goes about doing her job—bending down into a cabinet to grab what looks to be an expensive Vodka—playfully shaking her ass in the process.

You get comfortable on the stool and unstick your boots from the ground, placing them on the stool’s metal foot rod.

Your lips curl up at the resistance.

Out of all the clubs Aria could have picked, this is always the designated meeting ground.

Mourlin Rouge.

It's a lewd place within the red district of LA. You used to love it here, came every weekend with her and your friend group.

With him.

A Friday and Saturday night hotspot for the young and reckless. Music loud, K bumps on gold platters, and the weighted stench of marijuana.

You contribute to the stench. Weed fragrancing off you since you hotboxed your car before coming inside.

Your high is a pleasant one, Wedding Cake, always your go-to when clubbing.

Your name is shouted out, and you faintly hear it under the bass of the music. You crane your neck over your shoulder and lazily scan the onslaught of clubbers for the face with the familiar voice.

A tan arm sticks out, then a leg clad in leather pants before Aria shoves the rest of her body through the crowd.

Similar to what you did moments earlier.

You reach a hand up, ready to wave her over when you make eye contact, but your arm stills mid-way when a few other people filter in behind her, following in her footsteps.

The look you share is brief, but she looks nervous. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips pursed to the side.

Then you see him. The side of him, and suddenly the look on Aria’s face makes sense.

Your stomach churns and you quickly swivel back around to the bar before he can see you.

Betty comes back and slides a tall glass of alcohol towards you. It’s pink, has sugar on the rim, and a cocktail toothpick with a lacy black panty on the tip.

You grab it the second it’s within reach and take a much-needed sip.

Quick to get rid of the sick feeling in your stomach. It burns the entire way down, just as you hoped.

It’s uncanny how after months, just a look at him can make your body curl in itself within seconds.

You part your lips, ready to catch Betty’s attention to add a tequila shot when an arm slithers around your bare torso. The tattoos are a dead giveaway, your body knows who it is before your brain can catch up.

His touch is scorching and reminds you of the nights you'd curl into him to warm yourself.

He tugs you back and presses you against his chest. You feel the cold metal of a necklace on your back, no doubt the one you bought him.

The pendant digs into the top of your spine, as you grip the sides of your chair.

You take a deep breath when the hand around your waist spreads open, palm now resting on your hip. It takes all your strength not to succumb to old habits.

To curve your body to fit into his grip, reach around to scratch at his jaw as you turn your head to leave a glossy kiss on his neck. Right over the tattoo he has of your lips.

He smells familiar, spicy, and warm. Your clit pulses at the remembrance of it all.

“Dominic,” You start, voice shaky. You clear your throat, quick to cover up vulnerability.

You don’t miss him, and he’ll be aware of that by any means necessary.

“Get off.”

He no longer has access to you like this, he’s crossing a boundary. One that you’re having trouble keeping up.

With more effort than you’d like to admit, you yank his arm off you and cross your legs. Swiping non-existent lint off your skirt. Anything to keep yourself from facing him.

Your breakup was nasty, though you both never ventured past the title of a situationship. So you’d hardly call it a breakup. And that was the problem.

Dom was ready for something more, more than just a fuck, and so were you. But you didn’t trust him, not with a reputation like his.

Hell, you both started messing around because of his reputation. He was known for no strings attached. A nice fuck, a good friend.

Simple and to the point.

But you both never expected it to stretch out like this. For feelings to develop, for them to be mutual.

You got scared, scared that this was just a phase for him and not real. Because it was so real for you. To a point where it felt like your lifeline.

You broke it off and went no contact.

The night of you and Dom’s argument is something you’ve never been able to forget. You’d never seen him so distraught. So angry.

The intensity of it all reached heights you didn't think was possible. It’s been 3 months since then and the weight feels as heavy as it did back then.

“Girl, hey!” Aria steps to your left, her hands interlocked and resting under her chin as she smiles brightly. Voice up a pitch.

Something she subconsciously does when she knows she's fucked up.

“We saw him and some of his friends while waiting in line. We sort of just merged.” She eyes your other friend, Chloè, who fiddles with her hands and gives a weak smile.

You sigh, and can’t help but wonder if this was planned. The two of them time, and time again have told you that you acted irrational, that what you did wasn’t fair to him.

And you know. But you've convinced yourself that it's too late to reach out. To make amends. You've made your bed, and now you have to lie in it.

Chloè begged you to reach out to him, and you shot her down every time.

Aria adjusts the strap of her skimpy top, which didn’t need fixing but is now twisted around. Another anxious habit of hers.

This was planned.

You nod your head and muster a smile. “It’s cool. We’re all friends here.”

You look around towards the mixed group and try to play it neutral when you make contact with Dean. Dom’s closest friend. He’s staring blankly at you, judgment and anger bleeding out from his demeanor.

You cower under his gaze and divert your attention elsewhere. You can’t say you blame him.

“Uh, Jim Beam. Neat.” Dom’s voice rumbles behind you, he’s still so close you can feel the vibrations. He didn’t take your aggression seriously, and you’re not surprised.

He knows your body inside and out. Knows exactly how you tick. He’s seen the worst side of you, as well as the best.

Your weak attempt to keep a staid act was pointless.

It's why you can’t help it this time when you slyly turn to glance at his side profile. Your first official look of the night.

He’s looking at Betty as he orders, jawline sharp and lightly stubbled over.

Your eyes move up to his hair. It’s down to his neck now, slightly curled up. The start of a mullet.

The front of his hair long and curly and cascades down the side of his face. Stopping just under his cheekbones. He’s changed so much.

“She’ll have a tequila shot, salt rim.” He remembers your order and your foot twitches.

Before you can move, Dominic turns to you. Locking you in place with the eye contact you’ve been trying to avoid since the moment you saw him.

Your breath catches in your throat, heart thumping against your ribs.

He leans down so he’s level with your ear, hot breath fanning against your neck, “Right?”

Your arms wisp over with goosebumps.

His eyes are hooded, glossed over. You can tell he smoked before coming in. He roams over your face, stopping at your lips, before slowly looking back up. He leans in closer, and something in his face glints.

An eyebrow piercing. That’s new.

It looks completely healed, and your fingertips tremble with the need to softly run over it.

The parallel of the gold glow emitting from the bottle wall, to the red lighting of the club wash over him. He looks downright fuckable, and your self-restraint is hanging on by a thread.

It doesn’t take much for you to start remembering what you’ve tried so hard to bury.

Remembering how his lips felt when leaving reassuring kisses on the parts of your body you hated most.

How’d he laugh when you’d fuck up a string while he was teaching you to play guitar.

Arms wrapped around your middle and chin hooked over your shoulder as you sat in his lap in his studio. Arms and hands pressed and tangled over each other as he taught you an A cord to a B.

How he’d stare at you as if you were the sole reason for his existence as his hips moved at a pace that always had you on the brink of admitting the immense amount of love you hold for him.

He’s giving you that look now. You need to get out of here.

You swipe your clammy palms down your thighs and shoot up from the barstool, making a beeline to the bathroom and not sparing a look back toward Aria or Chloé.

You fall into the door when you make it inside.

The single restroom is washed in a warm low light. It’s surprisingly clean, with a bathroom vanity, and square mirror.

You take deep breaths to try and calm down.

“Fuck fuck, fuck!” You whisper yell, adjusting your top and moving over to look at yourself in the mirror.

Sweat starts to pebble on your forehead, and you hastily pull tissue from the dispenser to pat at your face. Careful not to smudge your makeup.

You’re racking your brain, trying to think of all the ways you can escape the club when the door clicks open.

You freeze, looking at the door through the mirror. It’s Dom, and he looks at you through the reflection as he locks the door behind him.

Something you thought you did.

You’re not thinking straight anymore, the only thing your mind keeps repeating is Leave! Get out!

Your body moves on auto, and you throw the paper towels down, gripping your mini purse tightly as you take long strides to the door.

Dominic doesn’t move, he stays firm in front your only exit, and watches your acrylics hit against the handle in an attempt to grip it.

“Dom fucking move or I swear to God.” Your voice comes out weak and desperate.

The strong tilt you had at the bar is gone.

You feel your body start to weaken, tears threatening to spill at your waterline.

“Dominic please.” Your voice simmers out, and your arms fall limp at the handle. He doesn't budge. You feel his eyes on you, and you suddenly feel small. Bared.

Dom softly brushes his fingers against your collarbone, moving up to your throat, then gently pulling you towards him by the sides of your face.

You keep your eyes on the sealed concrete.

“Stop.” He speaks against your lips, “Stop fucking fighting me.”

His voice is as weak and tired as yours.

It’s silent between you, your breaths mingling together with the muted bass in the bathroom walls.

“Can I trust you?” You finally speak. Vulnerability leaks out of you in waves, you’re on the brink of giving in.

You’re surprised you lasted this long in your resolve, your want to give yourself to him present since the very beginning of all this.

“I want this so bad. I want you so fucking bad, but can I trust you? Can you even trust me after what I—” You choke up, shaking your head.

“Yes, you can trust me.” he nods his head, “And despite it all, I trust you. With every fiber of my fucking being.” His thumb moves to swipe at your bottom lip, “I’ve never been more sure about anyone than I have with you.”

He tugs on your chin for you look at him, and you follow. Willingly locking eyes with the man you swore you didn’t need.

“I swear it,” Dominic says your name with finality, leaving no room for you to doubt him.

And it’s all you need.

You drop your purse to the floor, and eagerly tangle your fingers in his hair, yanking him to your mouth. Everything feels hot, your heart thrumming through your ears.

He kisses you feverishly, something about it almost primal.

Something spreads throughout your chest. It’s so strong, heavy, and so liberating that your fingers start to tremble.

You’re relying solely on muscle memory, when Dominic grabs a handful of your ass underneath your skirt, your flesh protruding between his fingers.

You let out a whimper, a confirmation only he can understand, and you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips.

You feel his arms flex as he swings you around, everything around you a dizzying blur until he sets you down on the edge of the sink.

The cool ceramic sends a shiver down your spine, contrasting with the heat radiating from your skin, as you feel its smooth surface touch the curve of your ass.

Dominic doesn’t let off your lips once, taking everything you’ve denied him. You’re completely swallowed by him and let yourself fall into it without any restraint. He’s touching you everywhere, picking you apart in a way only he can do.

You try to pull back, "Dom," you whisper, the sound barely escaping your lips.

He tries to chase them, and you let him, unable to deny yourself. Your lips hover over eachother, open and panting. Anything to stay close.

So you try again, “Dominic."

His name falls from your tongue soft and determined.

He fully pulls away to pepper messy kisses along your throat, each one pulling you deeper into a fuzzy headspace.

Your hands, still trembling, tighten in his hair, silently urging him to return to you.

You guide his head back up until his gaze meets yours, his breath ragged and heavy against your skin. His hands grip your sides tightly.

His fear of losing you is still there. Your heart clenches at the realization.

"I love you." Each syllable is weighted and leaves no room for hesitation.

Dominic's body stills.

"Say it again," He whispers, his voice a plea. Staring at you with the same intensity he had the last time you saw each other.

Longing.

"I love you," You repeat, the words a fervent affirmation of your unwavering devotion. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close.

"Again, please," He implores, his voice sounds broken, disbelieving. Scared. He buries his face in the safety of your neck.

With gentle hands, you cup his cheeks, guiding his gaze to meet yours once more.

"I love you, Dominic," You murmur, voice laced with raw honesty.

"I love you so fucking much and I’d never do anything to hurt you again. I promise."

You brush his hair back and leave tender kisses over his face, “I’m so sorry. You have me now. All of me.”

Dominic’s eyes start to gloss over, big, brown, and so full of love.

He nods his head firmly, and for the first time in a long time, you see him smile. It’s a genuine one, a real one. All teeth, and dimples are on full display for you, and you only.

It’s the same smile he gave you all those years ago when you realized you had fallen for him deeper than you believed possible.

“I love you too.” He noses at your jaw, closing his eyes and melting into your body, “But you already knew that.”

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Joke’s on you | satoru gojo x fem! reader🔞

SYNOPSIS- Satoru Gojo makes you into his pet. This is part one of the series. This is dark, crazy and kinda sick. It’s noncon and I don’t condone any of this in real life.

WARNINGS- NSFW!! This is Rape. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Non Consensual to Dubious consent, Dead dove, bdsm elements, pet play, mind break, overstimulation, manhandling, feral gojo (I swear he’s crazy in this fic), collars, fucking machines, degradation, sadist gojo, slut shaming and a whole a lot of other stuff. So if you’re uncomfortable DO NOT READ!

Currently writing part 2 of this series and it gets worse? It won’t be a happy ending?? Maybe. And I’m thinking of having Suguru join in and mess around.

Posted this on ao3 @ seniaasaysstuff05 if you wanna check that out.

GOJO IS DERANGED IN THIS FIC GUYS!

Hello hello! I’m back! I was on a vacay so forgot to post this lol. Anyways hope you like this :) Dark Gojo is so hot.

You were on a mission to assassinate the sorcerer gojo satoru, the six-eyed user. You had sneakily gotten into his apartment when the light suddenly turned on.

The white-haired man, Satoru was leaning up against the doorframe, looking at you with a devious smirk. His right arm is propped on the frame and his left hand is shoved into his pocket.

“And who might you be?” He questioned. “Your future wife,” You cheekily replied with a wink.

Satoru chuckled. “Quite bold aren’t you sweetheart?” The smirk still apparent on his face. He stepped closer, his frame towering over you. “Yeah and what’re you going to do about it?” You flashed him a smirk.

Satoru raised an eyebrow at your response. He then pushed you against the wall, pining you there with his tall muscular body. “You’re going to regret acting cheeky with me,” He whispered, his face merely inches away from yours.

His breath tickled your ear as he moved even closer to you. “You assassins never learn do you?” He crooned as he brushed a stray strand of your hair out of your face. “I’m going to keep you as my pet.”

You spat on his face. “Keep dreaming asshole.” Satoru wiped the saliva off his face. His eyes narrowed, a sinister smirk on his face. His large hand roughly grabbed your jaw. “My my pet. I wanted to go easy on you but I see that you’re not disciplined.” He sighed, his voice filled with fake concern. “Guess I’m going to have to train you.”

You tried to move away but his hand snaked across your hips and held you roughly. You attempted to open your mouth and speak but his hand on your jaw tightened its grip.

“Uh uh-“ He chided you. “Dogs don’t speak now do they?” He leaned forward, towards your neck, and bit you. “I’m going to claim you. You’re going to be mine.” He whispered against your skin as he nibbled all over your neck. Your body was quivering under him.

As he brutally assaulted your throat, he let go of your jaw. But then made it’s way to your throat, lightly choking you. You wheezed loudly. “Let me go,” you rasped. Satoru moved away from your throat to your collarbone and continued his assault. He sucked like a goddamn mosquito on your collarbone.

Tears had started flowing down your face. “Please…” You whispered in your croaky voice. Waiting for mercy, a Hail Mary, just something.

You flailed around, trying to escape his clutches. Satoru ignored you and ghosted his lips over your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut. His moments were making you wet. It was not a situation where you should be getting horny.

“God oh god please save me,” You cried out as you were slowly starting to get a grasp of your reality. Satoru stood up from whatever he was doing to your body and wiped your tears. “Nobody is going to save you. I am your god, I am your everything now.” He leaned closer to you and whispered in your hair. More tears flooded your face. Satoru sighed and licked the salty tears off your face. “I hate seeing you cry pet.” He let his hand trail up your back while the other one held you up.

His fingers brushed through your tied hair and gripped them tightly, holding them as if they were a leash. He tugged on your hair, carefully assessing it. “Nice steady leash. Though we’ve got to get you a collar and some other doggie stuff.” You glared at the man. But he just ignored you.

A swift and harsh kick on the back of your knees made you buckle and fall on the wooden floor. “Crawl.” He ordered. He held your ponytail as a leash and started walking. You tried to protest but a harsher tug on your hair made you follow him. As shallow as it may sound, You didn’t want to get a bald spot. It felt degrading and humiliating.

What had become of you? A hit-woman that’s been killing sorcerers for more than two years now reduced to a pet, forced to crawl on the floor with your hair as a leash. You feel like you were doomed, to begin with. The strongest sorcerer was the strongest for a reason. You were merely a fly that he could swat away any second.

You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Satoru stop. You focused your eyes around and saw that you were in front of a set of stairs. He nudged you with his foot to go down the stairs. You tried to get up, so that you could walk downstairs. But a harsh knee strike on your bottom made you get on all fours. The man really knew how to hit. It terrified you.

What was going to become of you once he broke you? You had given up on the idea of escape the moment he glared at you with those icy blue eyes. The truth is that he scared you. You were terrified of him.

You slowly and awkwardly crawled down the stairs. Whenever you stopped, he smacked your ass with his rough hand. As you finally reached the ground, you let out a relieved sigh. That sigh soon turned into a whine as he tugged on your hair again, forcing you to follow him to a dark hallway. Your knees were definitely going to bruise.

At the end of a hall was a big metal door enforced with many locks. He walked up to the door and scanned his eyes and unlocked the door. You had a look of horror in your eyes as he nudged you forward into that place. You screamed. You got up on your shaky legs and tried to make a run for it. A smack on the back of your head knocked you out, making your legs give up and fall. Satoru didn’t let that happen. He carried your body bridal style into a dark room.

Your eyes fluttered open and you looked around in blurry confusion. You blinked a couple of times trying to focus. It was a dimly lit room, you really weren’t able to see anything other than yourself.

You tried to rub your eyes with your hand but realized that your hands were bound, you looked down and saw that you were naked. Your arms and legs were both restrained and pulled apart on the St. Andrew cross. It took you a minute to take in what the hell was happening and you let out a scream.

A moment later, Satoru with a sinister smile sauntered into the room. “Oh is my doggie up? How’re you liking your self pet?”

Violent sobs racked your body. “Please… Satoru let me go. I promise I’ll leave the country and never come back,” You pleaded. Satoru clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Call me master. Leave the country? You belong to me now. I own you, sweetheart. Should’ve thought about it first before you decided to take that bounty.”

He chuckled a minute later. “Wait- so your company didn’t tell you?” You looked at him in confusion. “Whoever has attempted to come and kill me or even think about killing me is dead,” He spoke, his eyes gazing into yours, he exuded confidence and arrogance.

“Though it’s the first time I’ve taken a liking to one of your kind. So I thought why not train you and make you my pet? It gets lonely ya know?” He added cockily.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Was it time to accept your fate? Becoming his pet? His plaything? You didn’t think so. You would try your best to not break. You opened your eyes and glared at your capturer. “I would never break,” You spoke, your voice filled with newfound rage and will to escape.

Satoru burst into a fit of laughter. He was laughing so hard that he had to clutch his stomach as he banged his hand on the wall. Then all of a sudden, He stopped.

He wiped a stray tear from his eye and chuckled. “Oh, honey. You think you won’t break? When I’m done with you there will be nothing left of you except devotion and love for me. I am your god, your master. I own you. You better get that through your thick skull.” He remarked, a cold smile on his face. Your body quivered as you heard his declaration.

“Let’s commence shall we?” He declared.

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ourautumn86 · 11 months

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all i (we) need is new blood pt.2🙏🙏 PLEASE omg you poured all your blood sweat n tears into that fic and that shit paid OFF. 🍄

new blood pt 2!!!

ellie williams x fem! reader

pt 1

summary; it’s been a week since you found joel miller, the man that killed your father and saved you from his abuse. when you thought you were finally safe, you find yourself in danger due to new feelings and an uninvited guest.

cw; 18+ content! minors dni!!!, fighting, cursing, mentions of past abuse, blood, guns and weapons, use of alcohol and drugs (weed), use of pet names like princess and doll instead of y/n, sub! reader, dom! ellie, drunk sex, make out sessions, fingering (r! receiving), teasing, oral sex (r! receiving), hickeys, tit play, praising, attacks… angst!!

Living in Jackson was easy. There was no abusive fathers to fear, or a big murderous sister to run from. The days were calm. Waking up by sunrise, and going back to bed by sunset was a pretty good way to casually live. The town bursted with energy and happiness. It was intoxicating.

You liked it as much as you hated it.

You spent your time training. Knowing sooner or later you’d have to face Abby… It was better to get as strong as you could.

“You’re gonna break it.” Ellie whistled as you punched the sand bag.

“Fucking shut it.” you muttered, punching harder. Ellie was infuriating. That was something you already knew but only had reinforced.

Jesse laughed, shaking his head, and quickly dodged the punch Ellie threw him. “Dude. Don’t cheat.”

“Keep your eyes on me.” the auburn haired teasingly said, throwing another punch.

“That’s what I should tell y-“ Jesse groaned when Ellie harshly punched him on the stomach. “You dick.” he wheezed for air before flicking her off. Ellie smirked.

Another thing you’ve learned about Ellie? She was observant. Too observant. She noticed everything. And lately what had taken a grasp of your attention was you. She was subtle about it of course. But sometimes she’d catch herself staring a little bit too much.

You pulled away from the bag, panting heavily. Sweat was pooling on your neck, on your cleavage. Your scars were unshamefully showing, some of them purple, other red, and the ones that had faded with time in a pale white. Your hair was tied up on a ponytail, and your cheeks were flushed red.

You took a big gulp of water, and dried your face off with your shirt, exposing more of her skin. Ellie’s eyes wandered away not before wandering through the expanse of your stomach and waist.

She would lie to herself if she said you weren’t attractive, ‘cause you were. But you too had almost killed her… Somehow that only made you hotter.

You were different. Different from anybody she had ever met, ever seen. And she just wanted to learn more. More about you and where you were born, how you were raised, how you’d survived…

Jesse cleared up his throat, getting her out of her head with a punch to the stomach.

“Motherfucker!” she groaned, and he smirked.

“That I am.” he winked and Dina, who was just entering the gym —which even after years since the outbreak still stood pretty much well taken care of—, rolled her eyes.

“Disgusting, Jesse.” she groaned and he laughed. “Hi.” she waved at you. You returned it.

Dina was nice. Well, as nice as someone could be after learning that you hadn’t come to kill them but warn them. And Jessie was a dork. He had looked tough with his pistol the first day you’d seen him, but once he had gained confidence, he had shown his true colors. It’s been a week since you had started to ‘live’ with Ellie. It was nice. To see just how different living in Jackson was. How… kind people were.

“You getting tired, princess?” Ellie suddenly inquired you, and you wish you could break her skull. But you had only one good arm, and you were exhausted.

“Never of hearing your voice, Ellie.” you sarcastically said, and her friends laughed.

She smirked. “Remember where you’re sleeping tonight, doll.” she teased you and you rolled your eyes, grunting.

“How could I forget? Your sofa feels like rocks on my back.”

You took a sip of your bottle.

“Not the sofa.” Jesse groaned, and Ellie pointed a finger at him as a warning, to which he only rolled his eyes.

“Anything new from the patrol?” she then asked Dina, to what she shook her head.

“Everything clean. No signs of anyone from miles.”

You took a deep breath, which Ellie —of course— noticed. She hadn’t still come for you. You were still safe. You had time, even if you knew this peace wouldn’t last forever.

Ellie nodded. Your scars itched.

She looked at you, but you looked away.

“Why don’t we drink something, hm? It could help us relax a little bit.” Jesse suggested, a strangled grin on his face. He could feel the change on the room. The fear. He could almost hear the clock ticking. A war was coming.

“That would be nice.” Dina said and Ellie nodded. They all looked at you, waiting for an opinion.

You shrugged. “I could do a drink.”

A drink maybe became three, or five. You didn’t truly mind. The alcohol felt nice warming your body up, flushing your cheeks and making your legs tingle. On your left hand stood a blunt that Ellie had rolled, and on your right your cards. You had been playing the same game for hours. You had won every single throw. Ellie, as competitive as she was, was calling bullshit.

“Come on! You’re cheating!” she groaned.

“I’m not.” you smirked. “I guess I’m just too good to you guys.” the couple sitting in front of you booed you. The four of you were pretty drunk. You were lax against the sofa, sitting on the wooden floor of Jesse’s house, Ellie in the same position but at your right. She looked good tonight. Showered and wearing a white tank top with a green and brown flannel covering her shoulders. Her hair was perfectly brushed, though a little messy and out of place due to her constant playing. She was focused on the game. But more focused on you. She was high. And drunk. And she couldn’t keep her eyes out of you. And you couldn’t either. There was this… tension? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. ‘Cause you were sure you hated her, but you didn’t know if it could be the effects of the alcohol or weed that you didn’t really find her staring annoying. It felt good.

“I desist. I’m too drunk to think.” Jesse said, leaving his cards on the middle, and Dina followed, laughing.

“Pussies.” Ellie said, with a huff leaving her own.

You smiled in victory, recollecting the cards and leaving them neatly placed on the floor before taking a glance to the clock. It was 2AM, and you were feeling the hard day of training you’d gone through today.

“I’m exhausted.” Dina sighed.

“We should probably go back and get some sleep. Jesse said while getting up, and Dina nodded, following him.

The couple was quick to put on their coats in between a little chatting, muttering a good night before heading out the door. The room’s air became thicker once you were left alone with Ellie once again.

Without much to say you offered her back the blunt, and she took it, taking a deep drag to let the smoke fill her lungs.

“You tired?” she inquired, and you shook your head. “Wanna go for another round?” she suggested, nodding at the cards.

“What for? You’re gonna lose again.” you teased her and she rolled your eyes.

“Pssst, I was going easy on you, since you’re the new one and all that.” you gasped.

“Please. We both know that’s not true.”

“What do you bet?” she inquired, eyebrows rose. You looked at the hand that was being given to you.

“Whoever wins takes the bed tonight.” you squinted your eyes at her, and she did the same, silence filling the room for a couple of seconds.

“Deal.” she said, and you shook her hand, the two of your quickly shuffling and dividing the cards.

You were grinning at your luck. 2 Aces. That was a good start.

Ellie was serious. Dead silent.

The round went smoothly, the two of you silently battling each other. It was as if two predators were waiting for the correct moment to attack each other, an opening.

You were sure you were gonna win. You were. But that was until Ellie pulled a fucking stair and destroyed your game.

“Fuck!!” you groaned and she laughed.

“Told you.” she sighed, humming.

“Shit. I really though I was gonna get a good night sleep tonight.” you whined, looking at the sofa. At that horrendous sofa.

“Aw, you poor thing.” she falsely cooed and you threw her your cards.

“You’re a dick.”

“And you suck.” she retorted at your insult, what made you scoff.

“You wish.” you said, leaning just the slightest in. And Ellie almost shook. She looked at you, at your eyes, and your face.

“Maybe. But not as much as you, princess.” she winked at you and you rolled your eyes, your cheeks slightly warming up at the ‘maybe’.

“I’m not the one who spend the whole day staring.” she smirked.

“If I remember well you were staring too, doll.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m not a doll.” you said, and your breath almost hitched when one of her hands took your chin, tilting your head upwards so you could look at her.

“You sure about that. You surely look like one. Act like one. Try to feel like one.” she leaned closer. “But we both know that you feel, don’t you?” you looked into her eyes. Into her stupidly big green eyes. And you felt yourself melting. Sure. Ellie was pretty. Maybe more than pretty. You’d noticed that since the first time you’d seen her. But you couldn’t stand her. She always teased you, poked you, drive you mad. You shouldn’t be thinking about her this way. Shouldn’t be looking at her in the way you were looking at her. You couldn’t. “You feel this.” she whispered as her free hand found place on your thigh, the warmth of her skin against yours making you shudder. “And this…” she continued when you didn’t move, pull away, push her… anything. Her hand moved just the slighted upwards, her fingertips leaving goosebumps on your skin. You hand darted towards her when she reached your inner thigh, dangerously close to your core. She smirked. “You okay, doll? You look a little shaken up.” you looked at her, and she could see the indecision in your eyes, but that desire too. That raw feeling that always made you make mistakes. You were wondering if this could be one of them.

“Shut up.” you muttered, your lips brushing hers, your breath heavy. Since when you two stood so close? The dam was about to burst. She was about to talk again, but the words died in her throat and turned into a groan when your lips crashed against hers. Your hands found her hair. And tugged. Tugged and messed it up like you’d been wanting to do all fucking afternoon. You hummed against her as her hands gripped your hips and pulled you to her lap. You knew this was probably not a good idea. You two were drunk. And high. And you weren’t supposed to be touching her, or letting her take off your tank top.

“Fuck. You’re so hot.” she groaned, her lips trailing down your neck to suck at your now exposed tits, she was looking at them as if they were the most perfect painting. A piece of art. You felt exposed. And for the first time in your life… Desired. You weren’t thinking about the scars decorating your skin. You were thinking about Ellie, and the feeling of her lips marking you up, sucking and kissing your skin.

“We should stop.” you hummed against her lips when she went back to kissing you, but you weren’t making any sense, ‘cause you were taking off her flannel and tugging at her shirt.

“We probably should. Do you wanna stop?” she inquired, and you shook your head. “Good girl.” you moaned at the praise, and she cooed. “Aw, you liked that, princess? Like it when I call you good girl?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s my goal.” she smirked, and let you undress her from the waist up. You looked at her breasts, and your hands came up to cup them as you kissed her. Fuck. It felt so good. And she sounded good too.

“You’re unnerving. Make me wanna go out the fucking door and leave you here.”

“No one is stopping you.” she muttered against your lips. And for a couple of seconds you looked at her, before with a groan going back to kissing her once again. Your tongues were pushing into each others mouths. And shit it was dirty. There was spit dribbling down your chin and neck.

“Been wanting to do this since the day you put a knife to my throat. Needed to show you your place.” you moaned when one of her hands pushed into your pants and panties, fingers feeling just how wet you were. “So fucking wet already and I haven’t even touched you.” you let out a needy whimper when she started to circle your clit. It was puffy and throbbing in need to be touched, swollen and sensitive. And Ellie knew how to touch. “Want to taste you so bad…” you moaned.

“Bed.” you curtly and breathlessly said. She followed, pulling from you so you could surround her hips and bring you to her bed. Your back hit the sheets, and before you could miss her touch, Ellie was on top of you again, pulling from the last of your clothes.

Her eyes were glassy as she stared at you. Completely naked and at her mercy on her bed. Shit. If this was a fucking wet dream she was gonna lose her mind. You flushed when her hands parted your legs, emerald eyes falling to your soaked and exposed pussy. “Fuck.” she muttered, and you where whining and arching when her fingers went back in between your folds. “I knew your pussy would be cute. A cute little pussy for a cute girl.” you moaned when she spat on your cunt, one of her fingers pushing inside. And shit. It felt so good…

“Ellie…” you moaned her name, and she started to fuck her finger in and out of you, hearing the beautiful sounds your slick pussy made at her thrusts.

“Listen to her. So ready for me…” she smirked, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she slowly leaned down to start kissing your thighs as she added another finger.

One of your hands found her hair, panting at the feeling, your hips searching for more. You were aching for her mouth. “Ellie please…” you begged, and a shudder went down her spine.

“Fuck. Sound so pretty when you beg for me.” you let out a low whimper when her lips met your clit, sucking on it and making your mind spiral.

“Shit. Don’t stop.” she groaned against your cunt. She wasn’t going to. Not when you tasted this good.

Your hips bucked against her face. She was eating you like a woman starved. Sucking at your clit, licking at the juices dripping for the two fingers fucking into you… Jesus Christ. You shouldn’t be doing this. But how could you resist if it felt this good?

“So sweet… Taste so good.” you whimpered at her words, your back arching when she found that special spot in your gummy walls that made your head spin and loudly moan. “That’s it. Right there, hm?” she hit it again and you shivered, your grip tightening on her auburn hair. You could already feel your high approaching. “Atta girl. Taking it so good… Good girl.”

“Ellie…” your voice broken as your orgasm built. Your thighs were shaking at the sides of her face as her tongue teased your clit.

“You’re gonna cum, doll? Gonna cum all over my face?” you nodded, moaning. “Go ahead baby, let me have it.” she didn’t have to ask twice, with a loud cry you came undone under her touch, your walls clenching and throbbing around her fingers as she continued sucking on your clit with a hum, deliriously lapping at your white creamy cum as your moans filled her room.

You felt dizzy. Spent. No one had ever made you cum like this. Not even yourself.

You moaned against her lips when —after she had cleaned her fingers with her tongue— she kissed you. You opened your mouth for her, and tasted yourself out of her tongue, what made you feel dizzy, drunk on her.

“Ellie…” you pulled for her. “Wanna take care of you.” you muttered against her lips, and she smiled.

“You look exhausted princess…” you were about to say something, but she kissed you. Deep and slow. Shit. You never wanted her to stop kissing you. “Tomorrow, hm?” she inquired, looking into her eyes, and you nodded.

“Tomorrow.”

“Good girl.” she smiled, pecking your lips. “Now let’s go to sleep, alright?” you nodded.

Ellie helped you get dressed with a clean pair of her boxers and her green and brown flannel. And without no other words, she pulled you tight against her, her face against your neck.

Tonight. You were sleeping on her bed.

You wake up with the sudden panic of an unknown pain on your cheek. Flashes go through your mind as you open your eyes. And your ears catch voices. Sounds.

“Time to wake up, little sis.” a recognizable hum came through your ears, and your body froze, fear straining your heart.

No. It couldn’t be. You still had time. She wasn’t supposed to be here.

Your eyes met those blue ones that you have had to look into for so many years. The same as your fathers. It was like a ghost coming to haunt you. To finish the job he didn’t.

You then met Ellie’s body, restrained against the floor, her fighting unable to get her freed from the grasp the two men on top of her had on her.

“Look at you. I knew you were a whore, sis, but this…” Abby snickered, pointing at you and Ellie. “This actually surpasses my expectations.”

She didn’t know who Ellie was, did she? Did she remember her? No. Couldn’t be. Right? Right?

“You thought I wouldn’t find you?” she harshly took your cheeks, her fingers digging on your skin. You pushed her away, winning a punch across the face when you wouldn’t answer.

You spat blood to the floor, smirking when she pulled from your hair to bring you closer to her face. “Is nice to see you too, Abigail.” she growled, her gun pointing at your forehead.

“Where is he. Where’s Joel?” she inquired and you shrugged.

“I don’t know.” another punch. You took it as if it didn’t even hurt. Ellie’s heart was breaking.

“Come on, sis. I’m not up for games. I know you know. I know you came here to warn him about me. So why don’t you tell me where he is, hm?”

“Stop. Stop it.” Ellie said, threat on her voice. “I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you all.” you let out a broken ‘no!’ when Mel harshly kicked Ellie on the stomach, making her cough for air and choke.

“Aw…” Abby cooed, and your voice came out in a broken whimper of pain when the blonde harshly gripped your hair, stopping you from trying to get to her. “Isn’t that cute?” she inquired Ellie, who looked at her from the floor with eyes that could certainly kill. “She likes you.” you tried and get away, her only gripping your hair harder.

“Fuck you.” you said, spitting on her face, and Abby silently cleaned it off with her hand.

Next thing you knew? There was a throbbing and sharp pain on the back of your head, and your mind completely disconnected as your body fell limp into her grasp. Ellie screamed, receiving two new kicks when she tried and push the men away.

“Let’s go. There’s no time to waste.”

And that’s when Ellie realized that maybe there was no tomorrow.

a/n; finally! i don’t know if it would live to y’all’s expectations but i hope y’all like it<3

xxx

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megumisgirl · 11 months

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too hot. a game where the two players kiss without stopping and touching each other. if one player touches the other, s/he loses. the winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser.

megumi x fem!reader

on a regular day, you wouldn't indulge in stupid games with your best friend-- megumi. specially at a party. you were a sloppy(-horny-)drunk, and you kept the horny to yourself.

"come on, y/n!" yuuji whined, dragging you as megumi stood behind you. you turned to look at him with a pleading look so he'd help you with yuuji. but he just looked away.

as much as megumi hated you being drunk, he kind of secretly loved it. how you would bat your eyelashes at him, how touchy you would get, kissing his jaw, going lower and lower till he has to forcefully stop you. the only thing he hated was how you forgot everything the next day because of your bad tolerance.

"megumi! tell him i can't!" you whined, yuuji wheezed, dragging you in the private room. nobara, maki, inumaki, yuuta sat in a circle, waiting for the three of you. "guys!" you whined.

"there they are!" nobara said, angrily. " 'bout time!" you groaned as yuuji pushed you. you sat down beside nobara as megumi sat opposite you. you smiled at him sarcastically as he smiled back at you.

"we have an exam tomorrow!" you whined, the group boo-ed as you raised your hand up, signalling peace. nobara put the bottle in the middle and leaned back.

"so, we're playing too hot. whoever the two people lands on, must kiss untill one of them breaks it, or touches the other. winner does whatever the fuck they want with the loser." nobara smirked, "and i mean... whatever."

naturally, your eyes went to the raven haired man in front of you. his eyes were already focused on you. his blue eyes now almost seeming black, with lust, greed and hope. you took in a breath, blinking, hoping you imagined that. his eyes, however, stayed focus on you. how you squirmed under his gaze, your nervousness as the bottle spinned. you watched yuuji and inumaki kiss awkwardly and inumaki telling gojo to flash his abs at the new freshmen students as punishments. you were actually having fun.

as everyone settled down again, the bottle spun. your heart beating inside your ears as the bottle stopped. shit. everyone "ooh"ed as you looked up to see megumi. the boy's cheek crimsoned as maki nobara nudged at you.

"kiss!" she cheered. you looked at her with wide eyes before you looked at megumi again.

"he's my best friend!" you protested. megumi's heart cracked everytime you said something like that. he's just a friend. you're my best friend, megs. but when you were drunk, you'd just blabble the truth. you're so kissable. i wish you would let me kiss you more often. can you rail me, please? he knew you never really meant that, but you did. drunk words are sober thoughts.

"tuna mayo." inumaki said.

"yeah! he had to do what he was said, we even kissed!" yuuji groaned, "you have to as well!" he pulled you towards the center as inumaki pushed megumi to the middle. "inumaki's breath smelled like swiss cheese." he mumbled.

"mayo."

"NO I DID NOT LIKE IT!" yuuji screamed. you looked at megumi who didn't say a single word since you two arrived. you breathed as you brought yourself closer to him.

your lips hoovering over his before he inisiated the kiss. nobara from behind brought your hands to your back, saying something. but the sounds stopped. everything stopped when your lips crashed with his. his tounge swirled over yours as you bit back a moan. moaning in front of everyone while you kissed your best friend would've been an embarassment you couldn't live with.

unconciously, your hands went to his hair, pulling him close as the buzzer rang in your ears. "y/n loses!" yuuji grinned widely, winking at megumi. "fushiguro! you're the winner, what's her punishment?" his blue eyes went to yours before you blushed brightly. your mind still processing the kiss that happened.

"i'll take it from here." megumi said, standing up as he dragged you with him. your eyes wide as the other "ew"ed at you. he dragged you through the various rooms, till he found a good one. he opened the door, pushing you inside before he locked it. your back was still turned to him while your mind ran scenarios of what could happen right now.

you turned out to face the raven haired boy. he just looked at you, savouring every inch of what he was going to destroy. his hands cupped your face, his eyes scanning yours. "not drunk.." he mumbled, taking your hands as he checked your pulse, "not drugged." his eyes went back to yours, but you stared at the two of your hands connected. his large hands practically absorbed yours.

you looked up at him when his hands slowly went higher, caressing you in the slighest way. "megumi..." you breathed out, "what are you doing?" you asked. he didn't answer right way, his hands snaked to your neck, and then the back of his hands caressed your cheek before you leaned in his touch. closing your eyes, letting the dim purple light beam through your eyes.

"what i should've done years ago." he said, before pulling you by your neck and crashing his lips into yours. you moaned at his rough movement before you moaned in his mouth before he guided you to the bed. you slammed on your back before you pulled your sweatpants down. you didn't a chance to breathe before his lips was on yours again.

"megumi..." you moaned as his lips nibbled at your neck, your jaw, your earlobes. his hands roamed around your body, pinching, rubbing and caressing every bit of free skin he could find. his hands went inside your hoodie, pinching your nipple. "ah!" you moaned in his mouth. he groaned as your hands went to his buldge, palming it over his sweatpants.

with one swift movement he took of your skirt, leaving you only in his hoodie and your panties. he pushed you into the bed, the matress sinking as he lowered himself right in front of your pretty cunt. his long slender fingers rubbed you over your panties, you bit your lips, trying to calm the moans that were in your throat. the loud chase atlantic music coming from outside, the loud thumps making your heartbeat faster than it already was.

pushing your panties aside, he ran his fingers through your slick folds. you whimpered, your legs spreading unconciously. he looked up to see your face, head thrown back, hair sticking to your face from the sweat, your face red and mouth slight agape. you felt his gaze as you lowered your head. your eyes hazy and vision blurry.

he pulled your panties and threw it somewhere with your skirt on the floor. wrapping his arms around your thick thighs he yanked you closer to him. you yelped at the sensation. his tounge flickered over your bud, licking, kissing, sucking. doing anything to make you feel good.

you arched your back, pushing yourself further into his mouth as you felt your orgasm near but he stopped. you panted as you opened your eyes, your mascara smudged from the tears and your lipstick anywhere but on your lips. "this is a punishment, remember?" he smirked, you whined. a sharp slap to your pussy. you jerked up from the sensitivity, tears welling in your eyes as you moaned as he rubbed your cunt. "good girls don't whine, y/n. they take their punishments, and get rewards..." he lowered himself to your ears, kissing your cheek as he whispered, "do you want your reward, y/n?"

you never saw megumi like this. truth be told, you barely acknowledged that he might have feelings for you. but seeing him like this made the knot in your stomach tighten, "yes." you said, breathlessly, almost panting.

he sent you a mocking smile before he got up again. his hands running through your hair, letting your bun fall loose. he kissed the top of your nose as he pushed your hoodie upwards and your bra downwards. his thumbs gazed over your peaked nipples as you shuddered at his touch.

he kissed your nipple. rolling his tounge over your bud as he gently grazed his teeth over it. you turned your head to your side, trying to stiffle the moans but he roughly turned your head to him. his hands still wet from your slick, "i want to hear you, okay? dont be quite."

he made it impossible for you to be quiet. his fingers went in and out of you, knuckles deep, at such a fast pace, you felt your entire body shake. and just as you were going to come, he would stop. making even more tears fall from your eyes. the sound of your sobs and his fingers squelching in and out of you filled the room.

"megumi please..." you sobbed in a shaky breath, he laughed, taking his shirt off, his perfect tonned and tanned abs in display for you. "please let me come." you cried, he ran a thumb over your tears and brought it to his lips, licking your tears as you inhaled shakily.

"aww... you wanna come?" he taunted, you snuffled, nodding your head. "fine, butterfly." he cooed, running his hands through your hair as he pushed his sweatpants down with his free hand. "i'll let you come this time, hmm?"

he tapped the tip of his swollen dick to your pussy, making you jerk up again. a soft smile placed on his lips as he kissed you sloopily. his dick slipping inside you perfectly because of how wet you were. he thursted all nine inches of him side, you arched your back, feeling him up your throat as you shook your head.

"too full, too full, too full!" you mumbled, curling your toes as you felt your orgasm near.

he brought his face closer to yours whispering praises as you cried at his girth, "doing so well, butterfly." he kissed your cheek, leaning back to see his cock slide perfectly in and out of your pussy. a ring of arousal coating each thurst. he started going harder, rougher, deeper, "so tight.." he mumbled, grabbing your leg and throwing it over his shoulder.

he used his free hand to rub circles around your swollen clit. thats all you needed to come all over him. hot liquid gushed all over his thighs, your leg and the sheets. he smiled cockily, "i made ya' squirt?" he chuckled, drool slipped from your mouth as he flipped you over, so you'd be over on your stomach.

he pushed you down and arched your back just the right way before he entered you again. you screamed as he hit your g-spot. the second orgasm almost coming minutes later. he wrapped your loose hair around his fists and pulled you up. saliva dripping from your open mouth, tears streaming down your face. a smirk formed on his lips, "have i fucked you dumb, y/n?" he chuckled.

you cleched at his words, squeezing his dick as he lets go of your hair. your head thumping into the pillows as he thursted into you sloopily. bruises started to show on your hips as he gripped you tightly.

you gushed out all over him again, triggering his come to squirt all over your thighs, your stomach and your boobs. he panted on top of you, both of your breathing getting lost into the music.

"i should come to parties more often." you joked, he chuckled, still panting as he laid a soft kiss into your mouth.

"yeah, you should."

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george-weasleys-girl · 4 months

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Fred Weasley x Reader? Perhaps smut where reader (I know Christmas passed but-) dresses up in an outfit and gives herself as a Christmas present towards him? Like after work or I don’t know if he and George close the shop at Christmas so up to you. 🫶

I had this crazy idea pop into my head and changed the timing up a bit. I hope you don't mind.🥹

Countdown to Midnight

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, intercourse

18+ only

Being married to Fred Weasley was the easiest thing in the world.

Being the sales rep for Weasley Wizard Wheezes wasn't always as easy.

Especially when your job required travel half-way across the globe to New York city, during the worst blizzard of in fifty years, grounding all flights in or out of the Big Apple, a mere two days before Christmas.

You'd had a big surprise planned for your husband on Christmas Eve. It was a fantasy Fred had mentioned once ages ago, and you intended to fulfill it before now, but life and forgetfulness got in the way.

Well, mainly forgetfulness.

But then life intervened in the annoying way it does far too often, and the surprise had to be postponed until tonight. A week later. On New Years Eve.

And the timing had to be perfect.

~•~

"I'm ready for bed, love," you whispered in his ear, ignoring his attempts to pull you into the conga line dancing past.

Fred's jaw dropped. "It's less than an hour until the New Year, and you want to sleep through the big moment?"

"Sleep," you grinned. "Who said anything about sleep? I said I was ready for bed."

"Oh." Your husband froze for a second as his tipsy brain caught up with what you just said. "OH!"

"I can think of far better things to be doing at the stroke of midnight," you continued, putting particular emphasis on the word stroke. "Than, just kissing." You let go of his hand and winked before hurrying upstairs, leaving him standing there staring after you in a stunned daze.

~•~

You only had just enough time to throw off your party dress and wrap the giant red ribbon around yourself. The look on Fred's when he opened the door to find you leaning back against the window frame in nothing but a silk bow would go down in history as one of your absolute favorite moments.

"Time to unwrap your present," you smiled and pushed yourself forward, walking toward him.His gaping mouth shifted into the biggest, dorkiest grin to ever grace his face. You couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped your lips.

"What are you laughing at, woman?" Fred continued to grin.

"You," you smiled. "You're so damn cute."

"And you're so damn hot," he mummered, his fingers tracing the ribbon barely covering you. "And I'm going to fuck you so damn good."

You didn't have time to think before he unwrapped you with a single, lighting-fast move, his lips immediately working their way down your jaw. "A little reminder to the world that you're mine," he said, pausing to run his thumb across the purplish mark now decorating your throat.

A ripple of pleasure rolled through you, and you thrust your hips forward. Fred smirked at your neediness but said nothing. Instead, he continued kissing and licking his way down to your breasts, drawing a litany of moans from you as he took one nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking hard, then moving to the other before gliding his tongue lower.

"Such a pretty pussy," he praised seconds before plunging his tongue into your pulsing heat.

"Oh fuck, Freddie..."

The way you gasped out his name and clawed at his hair reminded him of his own aching need. He slid his hand down to unzip his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock, a desperate groan escaping his lips as he slowly began stroking himself.

"Fuck me, please," you begged. "I need you inside me."

"Needy little thing, aren't you?" He teased, looking up at you. "Need to cum baby?"

You nodded your head. "Please."

He leaned forward and gave your pussy one long, excruciatingly delightful lick. "Not yet. Not until the clock strikes midnight." Then he dove back in, kitten-licking your sensitive nub as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you upright as he brought you to the edge only to pull away at the last moment, over and over while the clock ticked ever closer to the new year.

Shaking with need, you barely registered the moment he gathered you up and tossed you on the bed, moaning one your name when sheathed himself inside you in one long thrust. "No cumming until I say so," he groaned in your ear. "We cum together tonight."

Fred pounded into you in time with the ticking of the clock, driving you both closer and closer to your orgasms. "So close," you gasped.

"Me too," he replied, his little moans and whimpers almost sending you over the edge. "Just hold on a little longer. Almost... time..."

Downstairs, the countdown began.

He picked up the pace.

"Oh god," he moaned, barely able to hold himself back when you rippled around him.

"Just hold on a little longer," you teased, prompting him to throw your legs over his shoulders so he could slam deeper into you, knowing it would push you to your limit.

"3," he groaned, his eyes locked onto yours.

"2," he dropped down onto arms, his thrusts becoming more erratic and desperate.

"1," he counted, his forehead falling against yours.

"Now!" He barely got the word out before he exploded, filling you to the brim as your pussy pulsed around him, milking him for every last drop.

~•~

"Happy New Year, love," you grinned. "What did you think of your present?"

Fred chuckled. "Best way ever to ring in the new year. We should do this every year."

"Agreed," you said, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

"And every Valentines," he added. "And birthday. And anniversary. And Christmas."

"So every holiday, then," you giggled.

"I'll mark it on the calendars."

"Good idea," you said. "I'd hate to miss it."

"Mhmm," he nodded, pulling you on top of him.

You cocked your eyebrow at him. "Don't you think we should head back down to the party?"

"Why should we?" He asked, his hands roving all over your body. "When there's a perfectly good party going on right here in our bed."

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emeritusemeritus · 4 months

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No Good Deeds [George Weasley x Reader]

Part 4

Part 1 2 3 4

Pairing: {George Weasley x Reader} mentions of previous Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: Set a few years after DH, loosely following Canon.

Summary: A few years after Fred’s death, the investors of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes demand changes to the name. All it would take is two years of a fake marriage to fix the issues, but no good deed goes unpunished.

Warnings: Fake marriage trope because we love the cliché. Mentions of death (Fred). Friends to lovers. Slow burn but mentions of kissing and eventual smut. Swearing. George calls us Angel. Drinking. Angst, sadness, grief. Smut. Tags will be updated with each chapter.

This one got a little spicy 🌹

You took a deep breath as you looked up at the clock on the wall, seeing that it was nearly 6pm, already feeling a little drained by your busy and productive day.

You'd woken early and had noticed that George had already left for work by the time you'd gotten up and so you got ready and walked to the cafe on the corner, grabbed a quick coffee and a pastry to go before walking towards the Friday market in the centre of town, shopping bag and grocery list in hand. You walked around the little market and picked up some fresh vegetables and a handmade apple pie that looked delicious, deciding to buy that rather than make your own from scratch. You'd decided on cooking a Sunday roast lamb dinner, though it was Friday, and had chosen to present it using a giant Yorkshire pudding, something you'd seen creeping up in popularity within the muggle world that you were certain Arthur would greatly enjoy.

You bought fresh carrots, parsnips and a fresh mint plant that you needed to make your own mint sauce and some flowers for the table before walking to the supermarket and purchasing a lamb joint from the butcher section and a few more essentials, including wine, before walking home with your purchases. You'd listened to muggle radio stations as you washed and prepped the veg, bouncing around as you sang along to the songs that you knew, intermittently stopping to grab a sip of your tea in between tasks. Around 12 you stopped what you were doing, happy with the progress you'd made and fixed your hair and clothes briefly before apparating to the shop to take George some lunch. The shop was busy but not unmanageable and you could see that Ron had stepped in to help him, working the till. George noticed you immediately and gave you a wide smile, finishing up with the customer he was helping before walking over to you, gesturing for you both to go to the office.

"I didn't know if you had any lunch," you said, handing him a little bag of stuff you'd picked up from the shop, "thought I could take some of your stuff back with me, give you a bit more time tonight."

"You're too good to me," George says with a wink, enthusiastically pulling out the food from the bag, looking as if he was almost salivating at the sight.

You'd spent his lunch break together, preparing yourselves for tonight as he ate and then you'd apparated back with a bundle of his things that he had pulled earlier that morning, stuff that he knew would make it seem that he was living with you completely.

You checked the lamb and made the mint sauce quickly, peeled some more potatoes just in case and then set to cleaning. Once everywhere was clean, you went into George's room and brought out all of his things and moved them into your bedroom. His books went on the side of your bed, a pair of pyjamas were laid out on the dresser and you'd moved some of your girlier accessories into the spare bedroom so make it seem like you'd decorated up a guest bedroom. You stripped George's bed, throwing the bedding in the wash and replaced the sheet with a set of your own spare sets, so it again looked like a guest bedroom. You set up a little decorative area in your bedroom with some of George's things, adding them into the shelves and then had placed more of his things into the bathroom, along with placing his aftershave next to your perfume on the dresser.

Once you were happy with the flat, you took a minute to sit with a drink before finishing up the meal prep. You then took a shower, did your hair and makeup and got dressed, ready for the actual cooking, seeing that it was late afternoon already.

At 6:17pm, George apparated into the living room and his eyebrows immediately shot up, looking around.

"Wow Angel, looks like I've moved in," he says, reaching out for your hand as he pulls you close.

"I'd say so," you laughed, allowing him to pull you in. When his thumb caught on the stones of your engagement ring, he smiled and focused his gaze on the ring, seeing it on your finger.

"Looks great," he says, gesturing around you, "as do you."

"Oh Mr Weasley, you charm me," you joked, pulling away from him with a laugh as you smoothed out your skirt.

"Well future Mrs Weasley, that is my job," he smirks, twirling your around in his arms, making a quiet squeal fall from your lips at the unexpected motion.

"I thought you owned a joke shop?" You retorted, causing him to snort.

"I do, yet it appears you are the one with all the jokes tonight."

"Then perhaps you should make me a business partner," you jest, seeing George's smile growing.

"I intend to my love," he says smoothly, with a wiggle of his eyebrows as he stops spinning you, both of you looking at each other with a smile.

"You should get ready, they'll be here soon," you saw quietly, unable to look away from George's smiling face.

Fifteen minutes later and George is showered, dried and dressed, both of you waiting in the kitchen for his parents to arrive. Molly preferred not to apparate, having mentioned before that it left her feeling horribly nauseous no matter how many times she'd tried and so Arthur had offered to drive them in the car, muggle style.

"I'll go," George says, placing a hand onto your shoulder to calm you as he walks past you to open the door, having heard the telltale knock moments earlier.

"Oh y/n dear, how wonderful to see you!" She says, bounding over to you with a wide smile on her face, pulling you in for a hug as soon as she could reach you.

"Hello Mrs Weasley," you say warmly, holding on to her tightly. She looked very pretty with a flower beret in her hair, clearly having made an effort tonight in her beautifully crafted green crochet shawl and dress.

"Oh please, I've told you to call me Molly for years!" She laughs, stepping aside and looking around, "what a lovely place you have!"

"We have," George corrects her, stepping through into the lounge with you, Arthur following behind. You embrace and greet each other warmly as George explains to Molly that you two are living together.

"Oh well that is wonderful news!" She says, clapping her hands together, "you didn't tell me you were an item!" She says, smacking George on the arm as she looks between your both. He doesn't even flinch and simply laughs, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh well done son!" Arthur says, clapping George on the shoulder warmly before sending you a special smile.

"Would anyone like a drink?" You offer, listing off a few things you have on hand. You go and fetch them both a drink and quickly check on the food before diving into conversation, listening to Molly's explanation of what her oldest children were up to.

"Well I have to say, that was absolutely delicious," Arthur says, placing down his cutlery and sitting back in his chair, rubbing his hand over his full stomach, "amazing what these muggles come up with isn't it, a giant Yorkshire pudding!"

You can't help but smile at his reaction, pleased that the novelty had gone down a treat. You catch George's eye as Molly compliments your cooking and he looks proud, a gentle, honest smile tugging at his lips.

"So how long have you been together, very sneaky of you both!" Molly says with a warm smile, pointing a playful accusatory finger between you and George.

"About six months," George says effortlessly, sticking to the little story you'd both created. He clears his throat and looks at you with a determined glance before turning back to his parents.

"We were going to wait until after dinner but now seems as good'a time as any," George says smoothly before reaching for your left hand, which you place in his, ring side up.

The sparkle immediately catches Molly's eye and she gasps loudly, causing Arthur to jump up in his seat.

"I've asked her to marry me," he says, looking into your eyes with a smile that you reciprocate.

"And I said yes," you replied, smiling warmly at him.

Molly let's out an animated squeal and rushes from her chair to envelope you both into a hug, her body bouncing in elation as Arthur beams with pride, his hands raising into the air in celebration.

"Oh how wonderful!"

"We must celebrate, now, everyone raise your glasses!" Arthur says proudly, raising his own glass of daisyroot. Molly scrambles to reach for her glass and you and George take hold of your own, raising and clinking them together in a round of cheers. The moment feels real and you don't even question it, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment with your smile beaming across your face.

Molly immediately bursts out into wedding planning, mentioning that her own dress was put aside for Ginny but she had a beautiful hair beret that you could use as your something borrowed and she could always try and convince Muriel to let you borrow her tiara even though she'd been rude about it with Fleur. You laughed and nodded the whole way through the conversation as George and Arthur had broken off into their own as Arthur proudly tapped George on the back, telling him outright how proud he was of him.

You cleared away with plates with a flick of your wand and then brought out the warm apple pie with a selection of custard and icecream, depending on everyone's preference. More drinks were had and by the end of the pudding you were beginning to feel a little tipsy, especially when George pulled out a bottle of fire whiskey to celebrate with.

You all congregated back into the lounge after the meal had finishes, laughing and drinking as Molly told stories of the kids when they were younger. Fred was mentioned a few times and initially it had felt like a kick to your gut but you pushed through and as the drinks flowed, so did the conversation.

"Goodness gracious look at the time! Arthur, we'd better get home," Molly says, tapping Arthur on the chest. He nods dutifully, sinking the last of his fire whiskey and begins to stand, immediately wobbling until he falls back onto the sofa. George turns to cast a look at you and you immediately understand what he's trying to communicate; there's no possibility he'd be able to drive home having drank so much and apparating would be incredibly dangerous for him due to his intoxication, which meant they would have to stay with you for the foreseeable.

George had managed to convince his parents to stay after their lengthy protests and you'd gladly offered them the 'guest bedroom' to sleep in.

George apparated back to the Burrow to collect a few things they might need after a lengthy list that Molly had reeled off with clear instructions on where everything way and exactly what he'd be looking for.

Whilst George was gone you made a cup of tea for everyone and began prepping their room for the night, ensuring that everything was neat and clean, with no hint of George's things being crammed into the room. George arrived back not too long after with their things and helped to get his parents settled into their room, mainly helping Molly get Arthur into something comfier and then into bed.

You'd had a fabulous night and it had gone so much better than you'd hoped, feeling firmly included and welcomed into the family even more than you already had been, even if it wasn't technically real. George came out of their room a few minutes later and you both couldn't help but giggle at the turn of events, never having seen Arthur so inebriated before. He was a joyful drunk, telling stories and little quips that we're actually rather interesting and the new side you'd seen of him only greatened your fondness for him. George came and sat next to you on the sofa now that it was just you and him and he immediately placed his arm around your back, pulling you into him.

"Well, complete success I'd say," he says quietly, keeping hold of you as you melt into his side, keeping his voice low just incase his parents were still awake. He reached for the television remote and flicked it on to a random channel, not really paying attention though it was nice to have a little background noise.

"Such a good night," you said fondly with a small smile, trying to suppress a yawn as you cuddled into him, watching the screen.

"That meal was delicious," he says, beginning to stroke your shoulder where his hand rests, "I'd marry you tomorrow now I know what your roast dinners taste like."

"Well lucky you," you say with a cheeky smile, "maybe not tomorrow though, I'm rather busy."

"Oh really?" He says with a playful tone, playing along.

"Yes, you see I'm head potioneer for this little joke shop in Diagon Alley, you've probably never heard of it," you say, "well their stores of potion products are low and it's my wonderful job to brew more, all day tomorrow. So I'm very sorry but I can't marry you tomorrow, much too busy."

"Well isn't that a shame," he says quickly, "perhaps I should have a word with this boss of yours, he sounds tyrannical, working you as he is."

"Oh absolutely, he's a menace, Mussolini in brown tweed."

George immediately lunges for you with your last comment and you can't help but laugh, trying your hardest to keep quiet as he grabs you and rolls you about on the sofa. Only when you pull apart does he pause and smile at you widely, his face lighting up with his smile.

"Want to go to bed?"

The very words make your stomach roll a little in nervous excitement, though you try desperately not to show it on your face. You simply nod and offer a warm but mildly fake smile before you stand and ensure everything is locked and switched off.

Though you and George had shared a bed only a few nights ago, this was entirely different and a nervous anticipation consumed you, knowing you'd both be heading to bed at the same time, both of you aware that this was happening.

"Need the toilet? I'm going to get undressed," he says, gesturing with a nod towards the en-suite in your bedroom.

"No, you go on," you said with a smile, walking over to the dresser to grab some pyjamas. You heard the door close and as you pulled open the drawer, an immediate dilemma faced you. What would you wear to bed?

You looked down at the various pyjamas in your drawer and felt frozen with choice, not knowing how to proceed as the different materials stared back at you, each of them seeming to convey something. There were a few pairs of oversized, frumpy sets that you mainly wore in winter or when you were needing comfort but they weren't exactly 'nice' nor would they look very attractive on, most of them having some sort of embarrassing pattern or cheesy slogan printed on the front. You didn't want George to see you in something so frumpy and shapeless, looking like you'd made absolutely no effort on yourself but the alternative seemed much too drastic too. There were a few nicer sets of lace and silk in sensual colours that you used to wear for Fred but wearing one of those would send a clear message to George that you didn't feel was appropriate, or it would look like you were trying too hard. You dig through the drawer, thankfully still hearing the water running in the bathroom and tried to find a compromise. Should you wear a bra? Everything felt so confusing.

You realised that you could no longer hear the water running and reached for a cotton set at the bottom, trying to make it seem like you hadn't spent his entire shower agonising over this simple choice. It was a simple camisole top with long bottoms, dark red and black check with just a little lace on the neckline, comfy but attractive.

You passed him on his way out of the shower, seeing the tips of his hair still damp and his pyjamas clinging to his slightly moist skin, hugging the wider parts of his chest and shoulders deliciously.

You washed off your makeup, splashing cold water on your face for good measure as you tried to calm your racing thoughts, knowing that you were being ridiculous. He probably wouldn't even see you if it was dark. You put on your pyjamas, throwing your dress in the hamper and took one look at yourself before turning off the light and stepping out into the bedroom. The lamp was on, dimly illuminating the room and you could see George reading in bed, covers pushed up to his hips as he concentrates on the page he's reading. He looks up at you though you don't look back at him as you take off your jewellery, leaving your engagement ring on, feeling his gaze burning into your side.

It feels more than awkward, peeling back the covers and slipping into your own bed now that George was already settled on one side.

"Is this okay?" George asks and it takes you a moment to realise he means the lamp.

"Yeah of course," you reply absently but politely as you sink down in bed, pulling the covers up to your waist. There's a few moments of silence that feels in between awkward and comfortable, knowing that your awkwardness stemmed from your own anxiety whereas George probably found the silence comforting as he read his book.

"Okay sorry," George says with a bit of a huff, marking his page with whatever he was using as a bookmark, a chocolate frog card by the looks of it, and placed the book into his lap, turning to you. You gazed up at him, leaning forward a little in concern at his sudden outburst. "How do you look so good in pyjamas?"

Your mind is completely empty, astounded by his words. His face had softened significantly as he looked upon your shocked face, a gentle chuckle passing his lips. "Sorry, it's just, no ones going to believe you're married to me when you're so hot."

You were hallucinating, you were almost certain of it. Those words had never come from George Weasley before and your mind started to spiral whilst your face remained blank, heart racing in excitement. You knew that the only way to reply was to fight it with humour, not able to believe that he was being serious.

"Shove off, I'm comfy," you replied, though your words felt hollow, almost like they weren't actually coming out of your own mouth.

"I'm being serious," he says chuckling with a shake of his head. "Only you could make pyjamas look yule ball worthy."

"How much have you had to drink?" You laugh, playfully nudging him, still trying to deflect his words.

He simply smiles at you in return, "very little actually, dad drank most of it." You both giggle a little at the thought of Arthur snoring away in the spare room, George's room.

"Well you're not so bad yourself Weasley," you tease, your gaze flicking to his bulging arms for just a second, seeing that the T-shirt was just slightly too tight around his biceps.

There's a brief moment when everything seems to pause and as if in slow motion, George leans over and presses his lips to yours, only hesitating for a moment as he looks as your face, searching for any hesitation, in which he finds none. Your lips meet his and its like an electric current is passing between you both, igniting something inside you that has you pressing into him and fuelling the kiss. The clattering of the book is a distant noise to you as the kiss deepens, George's hand wrapping around your jaw line as he pulls you in, his tongue slipping out and caressing your own. You feel weightless, breathless, like you're floating, hardly even aware of your hands as they reach out for him, feeling the soft material of his T-shirt under your fingertips as you seek purchase on his shoulders, a fire burning between you.

Clothes are shed with desperation, either of you able to fight the blistering urge to feel the other completely. His lips are all over you, his touch only fuelling the desire that consumes you, leaving you unable to think clearly as you seek out his touch. It's raw and primal, no time for thinking or hesitation as you melt into each other, passion and arousal overwhelming everyone of your senses. He's hot to the touch and in the back of your mind you can feel your own heat coursing through your body, feeling more out of control than you ever hand but at the same time, feeling completely safe and right. When he slips inside you for the first time, it's all you can do not to cry out, the pleasant stretch and overwhelming relief of the sensation is the only thing you can think of. Your glad that he'd been quick to cast a silencing charm around the room as you mom out, unable to hold back any longer as your hips meet his, desperate to keep him inside of you. He groans out again, moaning with abandon as his hips only increase in pace, seeing your own body contorting in pleasure, working with his movements to create the most sensual scene and feeling he could fathom. When his hand slips to your exposed breasts, fingers plucking as your hardened nipples, you cry out his name ecstasy and are blessed with an almost whimpering moan from him as his thrusts get harder, watching as your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts, your body working to double your efforts chasing after the fullness he provides. Your walls begin to clench as the pleasure rises, white hot heat of bliss overtaking you, feeling his long and skilful fingers toying with your breasts, your pussy stretched around his perfect cock that hits every pleasure filled spot inside you and your throbbing clit rubbing sinfully against his happy trail with every deep thrust. It's too much and not enough all at the same time and you cry out his name over and over as your orgasm washes over you, hardly noticing his own climax until you slowly come down from your high, no longer feeling the force of his thrusts as he lazily slips in and out of you slowly in the come down. There's a warmth from deep inside you that is both intoxicating and comforting, knowing that the evidence of his pleasure had coated your insides, as if he'd claimed you as his own.

You're both breathless, panting against each other as your sweat covered bodies meld together, George's arms barely holding him up anymore as he slowly sinks down, putting more of his weight on to you that you welcome. You're still connected in every sense, your arms clutched around his shoulders, legs linked over hip hips and his now softened cock still inside of you. You reach up just enough to kiss his forehead where it is nestled into your neck, trying to prevent any awkwardness from slipping in to the blissful moment. His head turns downwards and he presses fluttering kisses over your chest, kissing each breast and trailing upwards until he kisses you on the lips with a sweetness that is a stark contrast to the burning passion of before. When he looks up at you, you feel breathless all over again. His eyes are so filled with emotion that it truly makes your heart flutter, seeing yourself reflected in his eyes, a look that you'd never seen crossing his gorgeous features.

With one last kiss, he slowly pulls away as your limbs disconnect from him and though you feel truly satisfied, you can't help but feel a little empty as his soft cock slowly slips out of you, no longer bringing you warmth or fullness. There's nothing said, no words needed as he pulls you into his still sweaty chest, unfazed at his nudity as his arms wrap around you, a kiss pressed to your hair as you lie there in utter contentment.

You realise George had fallen asleep a little while later and you attempt to slip out of his arms undetected as you make your way to the en-suite, careful not to wake him. You pee for good measure and consider showering but don't quite feel up to it right now. When you look in the mirror, you see a beaming smile greeting you in your reflection, not having noticed that you were doing so. You realised then how utterly happy you were, feeling more content than you had in so long.

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❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ! ❞

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﹟riddle : leona : azul : kalim : vil : idia : malleus : x gn!reader. cw indirect kissing. snippets of having indirect kisses with you, their crush. however, you may seem a bit oblivious… or did you do that on purpose? mutual pining, not established relationship.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎perhaps you should of learnt your lesson, but you sometimes learned things the hard way, like never taste testing one of Riddle’s sweets, for example. banging on your chest you let out a few coughs as the burning sensation got worst and worse by the second, tears prickling your eyes as you reach for the cup of tea on the table. “so delicious…” you lied through your teeth as you swallowed it all down with one big gulp, hoping your sense of taste would return within the next few days. you really should of learned after the oyster sauce fiasco that Riddle had no idea how to cook, and that even if he looked so happy offering you something he made, you shouldn’t of eaten it. he just had such a proud look. “i just think that maybe,” you wheezed out, trying to wipe the tears from your eyes, “you may have mixed up the sugar or added something with a bit too much spice.” you cough again, trying to smile as you finally manage to look at him. his face was red but no angry words or disappointed words spew, only him bringing his arm to cover his mouth as he cast his gaze from the cup in your hands to you, then towards the ground. “r-right! i’ll make sure to double check next time…” he stuttered, in the tiniest whisper, “prefect.”

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ sighing, you cross your arms and shake your head as you glare down at Leona in the middle of the greenhouse. his upper half leaned against a tree as he raised his arms behind his head, yawning and opening his eyes. “if you want me to head to class then try doing something that will motivate me, herbivore,” he mocked, clearing enjoying your frustration. as you rub your temples you take a second before an idea strikes, grinning at him as he quirks his brow up at you. “do something to motivate you? well then, hopefully this is motivation enough,” you concede to his wish, brushing your fingers against your lips, pressing a kiss onto them. kneeling down between the legs of lazy lion, you press your fingers against his lips as a cheeky smile forms on your face. “do a good job this week and i’ll give you a proper one next time.” you said with a wink. growling, he tried to grip at you but you bounce back up too quickly, running off laughing to yourself.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ savoring the bite of your chicken you enjoyed every last bit of it as Azul watched with a gentle smile, him enjoying the way you looked while eating his cooking. it wasn’t everyday someone could eat food personally cooked by the head of the monstro lounge, nor exactly be served by him, so please, take the hint already prefect! “it’s delicious, Azul. have some with me, won’t you?” you casually asked, turning to face him as you twirled your fork around the noodles, stabbing a piece of chicken and blowing onto it to cool it down. although your actions were presumably innocent, Azul felt himself short circuiting as his face flushed against his will at the mere thought of you feeding him, not only that, but using the very same fork you had eaten from. really, how scandalous you were, prefect. with one hand underneath the fork, you raised it to his lips, “say ahh,” you smiled expectantly as he finds his mouth opening before his mind could process anything, the fork entering his mouth as you pull the fork back, twirling it already for your next bite. “prefect!” he tried to respond but only uttered gibberish as you continued eating, enjoying his reaction. “i’m glad you’ve finally taken a break, even if you’ve combusted.” you whisper to yourself as a little giggle escape your lips.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋-𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐌.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “it’s like grim, but nicer,” you commented in awe, petting the magic carpet which nuzzled against you. you weren’t sure who was more like a puppy, Kalim, or his magic carpet. “come on now, i’m gonna fall over!” you half heartedly chastise as you press a kiss onto what you assume to be the head of the magic carpet as it looped around happily in the air, all the way back over to the scarabia dorm leader, nuzzling into him. “grim is pretty fluffy and cute too!” he responded, laughing and feeling tickling from the happy carpet. similar to a cat, the carpet nuzzled it’s head where you kissed against his lips, head butting him. “maybe it wants a kiss from you, too,” you conclude, kalim eager to give him one. “i wonder, does that count as an indirect kiss? i hope it does…” he heard you muttering to yourself, barely catching it. it seems the carpet acted just like it’s master, in both carefreeness and expressing it’s love. in an instant, you felt yourself swept off your feet in between kalim’s arms as you were up in the air once more, being taken for another ride. “prefect, it definitely counts!” he cheerily responded to your muttering before giving you a direct kiss with the starry night sky and carpet to witness.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Vil’s hand was slightly cool as his long and delicate fingers grasped at your chin, tilting it upwards at him. you tried to avoid squirming in your seat from close proximity as he brought his face to your’s, expertly applying bright red lipstick to your lips. “you should be lucky, spudling. i don’t normally share my makeup with others.” he huffed, backing away and finally allowing you to look in the mirror. you had to admit, you looked amazing with your makeup done, he even did your nails earlier just for you. “thanks! it looks perfect, just like you,” you praised, thanking him before heading on out to do your daily chores. popping out of seemingly nowhere, Rook clapped and beamed. “merveilleux! i assume it was on purpose, was it not, Roi du Poison?” the huntsman asked, giving his dorm leader wearing the same bright red shade of lipstick a knowing look. it really isn’t everyday or nearly ever he shares his personal makeup. “i have no idea what you’re assuming.” Vil laughed in response, packing up his makeup as a little smile tugged on the corners of his lips. maybe now other’s would realize you’re not available to flirt with when you have him already marking you as his.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “take a second, pause, breathe,” you scold, wiggling one finger back and forth with one hand as the other pulled your lollipop away from your lips, shoving it into Idia’s agape mouth. “nothing bad is going to happen, we can figure a way to finish this event before midnight,” you continue, stretching your arms as you make your way back to your chair beside Idia’s, taking a seat and pressing away at your keyboard, rearranging your party for optimal speedrunning. as you tried to review your account setup, the blue haired dorm leader’s mouth finally shut as his eyes widened to the size of saucers. his face flushed and matched the color of his fiery hair as he tried to stutter out a coherent sentence, failing each and every single time as he watched your every single move. “alright, done. i’ll do all the healing, shielding, and buffing. you just focus on damage, okay?” you ask, spinning in your chair as you turn back to Idia who was still stuck like a deer in headlights. raising a brow, you snatched your lollipop back out from his mouth and put it back into your’s. “as cute as you look right now, there’s no time, we’ve got less than twenty minutes. i want my event loot real bad right now so let’s leave the teasing you about this and maybe asking you on a date later… depends how you do.” you teased, giving a little wink.

༘˚₊➳❥ 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ “you like ice cream, tsunotarou?” you ask as you tilt your head in the direction of your favorite dragon fae. “indeed, child of man…” he begun, explaining his like for the tasty dessert. taking one more nibble out of your ice cream cone, you hand it over to him as he watched you quizzically. “here, you can have the rest! i’m full anyways.” you offer, trying to find a napkin on your person. Malleus’ eyes widened momentarily at your bold offer, he couldn’t recount anyone else offering him something they ate out of before. taking the cone out of your hand he had a small smile adorn his face. you were always so interesting, the way you never feared him but even shared with him. handing you his handkerchief in return for the ice cream, you thank him with a smile and encourage him to take a bite, to which he does quite gracefully. “it taste better than normal..” he commented as you wiped your lips, grinning. “eating with friends is always better! i’ll bring some more next time. and ah, just don’t tell Sebek about this, he might try to fight me over getting to have an indirect kiss with you first,” you joked. “indirect kiss?” he replied with a knowing smile. if you wanted a kiss, you could always just ask directly, child of man.

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