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priniya · 28 days

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˗ˏ` EMOTIONS! 🍵 ´ˎ˗

pairing. theodore nott x reader

summary. theo never handled his emotions right, and when his girlfriend shows up in a wrong moment, things escalate and theodore doesn’t know how to fix it.

THEO HAS BEEN A TICKING BOMB LATELY and you knew that. it’s been bothering you, but every time you tried talking some senses into him, he brushed it all off, saying something too stupid and reckless for you to hear, so the topic was dropped sooner than it was brought up.

it was one of those times again, when a recurring thought was planted into your brain that you didn’t know your boyfriend like you thought you would. theodore hasn’t been himself lately, which made you worry tons. he’s been smoking much more and getting into fights more often as well as getting into trouble with the teachers, losing the points for your house, which… well, you didn’t care that much about it. what you cared for was theo’s wellbeing.

since it’s been a christmas break, you had gone home to spend time with your family, which meant your contant with theo was limited to a few letters that he was doing somewhat fine, yet you’ve been smart enough to know that spending christmas with his father and grandfather could never make him feel fine, not even a little bit. it was the breaking point in you that you’ve decided it’s the end of brushing you off.

“riddle, berkshire – out.” you barged into the dorm, glaring at your boyfriend’s dormmates, causing the first one to groan in annoyance.

“jesus, can’t be in your own room anymore.” mattheo rolled his eyes at you, yet he knew it was coming, so he dragged his ass up, patting theo’s back. “good luck with that one, nott.” he muttered before leaving the room with lorenzo, who just sent you a sympathetic smile.

theo, on the other hand, just glanced at you for a second, knitting his eyebrows together. “what do you want, l/n?” he asked, his nose still burried in between pages of a book you gave him for christmas.

“oh, last name basis, al–fucking–right.” you grumbled, grabbing the book away from his hands, your body trembling with fury. you hadn’t had a proper conversation in over two weeks, yet he couldn’t bring himself to be a decent man towards you. “what’s going on with you, nott?”

“get off my dick, y/n, really.” he rolled his eyes, expression matching the one his roommate had a few moments earlier. “i don’t have fucking time for this shit.” theo added, clearly agitated.

“well, you want it — you have it, i’m not getting on your dick anytime soon.” your voice was thick with emotion as the mention of celibacy earning you a look. “i know something’s going on. i know that, because i’m your girlfriend and i care about you. just trust–” you started, but the sentence wasn’t meant to be finished, because nott cut you off.

“then don’t. merlin, i don’t need a fucking babysitter, hoovering over my ass all the time. you’re not my bloody therapist, l/n. i don’t fucking need you to stick your nose into my business 24/7.” theodore stood up, his nose almost brushing yours before you took a step back, startled at the sudden outburst. “and sex? don’t amuse me, for merlin’s sake. i could leave the dorm right now and find someone to bone if i wanted to.” his tone was harsh, while his words were like knives thrown at you as a reward for being a caring girlfriend.

your boyfriend looked at his knuckles, his gaze focusing on the ring as he begun to take it off, making your pupils widen. “go. give it to someone who’s gonna be crazy enough to put up with your obsession about emotions. i’m not doing that anymore.” he muttered, pushing the ring into your palm.

“fine.” was the only thing that came to your mind after his words. your body continued to tremble and at this point, you couldn’t have been sure if it was your annoyance or broken heart that he just broke up with you. “just keep your promise and stay away from me. maybe join the death eaters too, for all i care, you’ll fit in perfectly.” with that, you left his dorm, slamming the door behind you as you fought with tears flowing down your cheeks.

“troubles in paradise?” mattheo grinned at you playfully, not noticing your tears-stained face as you were storming through the common room to the exit of the room.

“go fuck yourself, riddle.”

it wasn’t even five minutes later, when mattheo entered his shared dorm, his expression utterly confused as his mind was doing its best to connect the dots. “what’s with that gal of yours?” he asked theo, plopping down onto his bed, lightning up a cigarette right after.

“she’s not my gal anymore.” nott mumbled in response, almost untouched by the entire thing that just happened and that took his best friend by surprise.

“what do you mean she’s not your gal anymore?” he asked, his frown deepening. “lad, don’t tell me she broke up with you, you love this girl to death.” riddle added, scanning his friend’s face for any sign of uneasiness or a clue to understand all of it.

“i broke up with her.” theo replied with a shrug.

“merlin, man, why?” mattheo asked another question, this time being left without an answer as nott shut the curtains of his bed, putting on a silence spell.

IGNORING THEODORE ALL WEEK HAS BEEN EASY as you weren’t in the same year as him. you’ve been grovelling inside about the break-up, but from what your mother had always told you, when you were younger, you remembered that all the teenage boys were shitty and you couldn’t — by any means — let him know how much hurt you were. ignoring him was easy, all because, in your eyes, he didn’t even take any effort to show you remorse for what happened, from what you’ve known, he didn’t even look at you once.

the worst part of loving theodore nott was not being able to brush off all the concerns and worries that lived rent free in your mind, whenever you’ve noticed him walking through the hallways. nevertheless, he didn’t want you to care about him at all, so that was what you were planning on doing. kept your head high and your feet steady on the ground.

what you didn’t know, was that it wasn’t pride that made him keep his eyes away from you, but guilt. from the moment he woke up the day following your argument, his organism was flooded with guilt and shame to the point, where he couldn’t look at himself in the mirror.

he fucked everything up just like his father always told him that he would. he broke the promise he’d made to himself that he wouldn’t drive you away, wouldn’t hurt you like his father hurt his mom, yet he did. you were the only person in his world that made him feel like a normal human being, one, who could love and be loved, but he had to ruin it all, because his pride wouldn’t let him to open up to you.

it’s been already a week since the biggest mistake of his life, as he called it, and theo’s entire body hurt. he was popping pills with blaise like candies, because sobriety and consciousness made everything worse. he couldn’t stop thinking about you — about your expression, when he broke things off with you, the hurt in your eyes and the way you were holding yourself after that.

people, not close enough to you, might’ve been fooled by the facade you’ve built around you, though not theo. he’d known you for years prior to your relationship, he’d seen you both happy and miserable and now? now, you were beyond miserable. you might’ve kept your head high with the biggest smile on your face, but he’s known. he always would — whether you wanted him to or not.

quidditch practices were the worst, all because you were always there, yet never watching him. it wasn’t even up to you to be there and theo was certain of it. you were there, so your best friend wouldn’t have to sit through an entire practice alone, while she watched lorenzo with starstruck expression all the fucking time.

“lad, you have to apologise to her, sort it out.” enzo sighed, putting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “aoife’s worried about her. ‘m not really surprised, though, she started smoking weed on daily-basis again. aoif’s saying she can’t remember, when she saw her sober for the last time, but it’s better than bawling her eyes out over some asshole, aoif’s words, not mine.” having a friend, who was also somehow close to you and your best friend was a blessing in disguise. lorenzo kept him updated, not leaving out all the insults aoife lynch threw at him for breaking her best friend’s heart.

a loud sigh left theo’s lips as he leaned over the table, his forehead falling onto the wooden surface as he let out a groan. “i don’t even know what to do, enzo.”

“my suggestion? get your shit together.” mattheo chimed in, a playful grin on his face. “i mean it, theo. the gal of yours keeps showing up to my spot and i can’t deal with her tears anymore. get your shit together and fix it.”

“the problem is, matt, i don’t know how.”

the opportunity, although being totally… stupid, occurred at the end of another week during a game with hufflepuffs. theo’s entered another stage of grief and has been going around the school angry at everything. so, when the game came, he was playing rougher than usually, because he needed an outlet to the built-up anger.

of course, you’ve noticed. how couldn’t you? you’ve been keeping an eye on him for the entire two weeks. despite your promise to aoife, you couldn’t let it go. no matter who he was, your boyfriend, a friend, a stranger or an enemy, you couldn’t stop worrying about him and doing your best to look out for him. so… when he was forcefully pushed off his broom by diggory, you were running down the stairs before he even hit the ground. you needed to be beside him or it would kill you.

he was unconcious for almost two more days, making it a sixteen days without hearing his voice and you were going crazy, spending every single second, occupying the tabletop placed next to his bed. his hands in between yours as you kept it close to you. did he deeply pained you with his words? yes. would you let him be alone in the hospital wing? of course not.

“y/n/n.” he whispered suddenly, his voice breaking. “i’m so sorry.” nott let out and you weren’t sure if it was some kind of sleep talking or your delusions leading you on. “i’m so sorry, baby.” he repeated his words with a term of endearment, squeezing your hand weakly.

“theodore…” your words hitched in your throat as you moved the hair aside from his forehead. “don’t think about it now.” you whispered in a coy manner. “it doesn’t matter.”

“i can’t.” he coughed out. “i can’t stop thinking about it. about you. i’ve acted like a dick, but i didn’t mean it. you’re my world, baby, i’m so, so sorry. you were right all this time, i build up my emotions inside of me and let it get the best of me in the worst moment. i’m so sorry i hurt you, i swear i hate myself for—” he continued his rambling, slowly opening his eyes to have a look at you.

“hey, teddy, please, don’t think about it now.” you pleaded, still holding his hand. your thumb caressing his palm. “just rest, okay? please. we’ll talk about once you’re well-rested and out of here.” your voice was gentle.

he shifted in his hospital bed, hissing as his ribcage hurt immensely. “no, cara, please.” he muttered, bringing his lips to your palm. “listen, i can’t get over what i told you. i’m so fucking sorry, baby.” he whispered.

“teddy…” you started, but he cut you off.

“no. i’m sorry i said all those things to you, you didn’t deserve all the shit i gave you.” he let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. “you need to hit me. for all the pain and suffering. oh god, and the tears. you should just kill me at this point.” theo muttered, and honestly? he did deserve the beating for what he’s done, but the three days of unconsciousness due being knocked off the broom, you could let it go. it could be his fate share of beating.

“just shut up, will you?” you sighed, planting a tender kiss on his lips. “we’re fine.”

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kennedyalike · 9 months

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my good kitty

short, totally self indulgent scribble <33

leon s. kennedy x kitten!reader

word count: 1.0k

tags: spanking, manhandling, pet names, calling reader ”kitty/kitten”, praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, p in v sex

She mewled as he bent her over his knee, her ass lifted up in the air. ”L-Leon…can’t take another..” her voice strained as she struggled in the same spot. A low chuckle is heard from him as he starts rubbing over her ass. ”Be a good kitty and take one more, okay?” His big palm circling the skin a few times before it retracts, only to quickly find it’s way back and spank the skin, a red spot already forming. Her body jolts forward and her breath hitches, holding back a gasp. She can already feel herself getting wet. ”Atta girl. I know you love it, don’t you kitten?” He teases as his other arm supports her upper body, lifting her from his knee after the hard spanks.

She looks up at him and nods while setting to sit on the floor, between his legs. His slender fingers settle under her chin, lifting it up as he leans in, kissing her passionetly. His soft lips connecting with hers as he bites the skin of her lower lip when he pulls away from the kiss. ”Lay on the bed, baby. Daddy needs you a little bit.” He whispers and she immedietly pulls herself from the floor, climbing up on the bed next to him and sitting. He leans to his side and caresses hers, pulling her into a sloppy, needy kiss as he starts pulling her shirt off quickly. His big hands grab her tits, squeezing and playing with her hardened nipples. Mumbles and small praises were heard as he quickly rid her of her clothes, now bending her over to lay down on her stomach.

Leon sneaks a hand under her stomach and pulls her closer by the hips. She arches her back, lifting her ass up for him. After undressing himself, Leon’s finger hooks around the fabric of her pink lace panties, teasing it but not pulling it down. She whines slightly, squirming around as she looks to the side, face almost buried in the pillow. Leon is awfully silent as he watched her body, bringing his palm up her plush thighs…soon between them and then she can finally feel his fingers rubbing her clothed pussy through the already dampened fabric.

”Daddy, please…” She whimpers as her hips move in sync with Leon’s fingers rubbing at her slit. ”Shh can’t have you hurting, kitty.” He reassures and finally pulls the fabric to the side, immedietly his two middle fingers dip into her, reaching deep as she moans freely. It’s like music to his ears and he wants to hear more. His fingers pump in and out at a steady pace, he slightly curls the ends of his fingers, finding that sweet spot inside her that has her letting out a rather loud moan. Her knees shake and her back arches more. Small mumbles of ’Daddy…’ and ’please…’ escape her mouth as Leon finally retracts his fingers from her pussy.

He fixes his position and grabs at her hips roughly, immedietly lining his eager cock at her hole. ”Fuck, such an obedient little kitten for daddy, hm? You gonna let daddy have his fun?” She nods mindlessly, arching even more as he pushes himself inside fully. ”So good…nice and full.” He mumbles before starting to move. Her mouth hangs open and a broken moan erupts. ”Yeah? Gonna be a good kitty and let daddy fuck you stupid?” He mocks as he starts pounding into her pussy at a rough pace, holding her hips in place.

”Y-yes..!” She struggles to say through the rough thrusts Leon is delivering, her knees getting weaker every second as she muffles her moans on the pillow, hands squeezing the sheets. ”Good girl.” He praises and pulls out, grabs at her hips and lifts her body. ”Come ride me..” He mumbles and she’s already lifting her hips up on his as Leon sits on the bed, back in touch with the wall. She shyly hovers her hips in the air for a second before sinking down, Leon’s cock dissapearing in her tight hole. He sighs in pleasure and grabs her hips, pulling her fully down and attacking her neck with hungry kisses that would leave behind sheer purple marks. Desperate whines and moans leave her mouth as their movements match with eachother.

Leon’s strong hands are lifting her hips up while she’s slowly moving in sync with him. He groans into the skin of her neck. ”Fuck, you feel so good, so tight.” His words come out breathy and his thrusts are sloppier by the second. Unholy sounds of her moans and whimpers and Leon’s groans and breaths fill the whole bedroom. ”Fuck, wait. Stay still..” He mumbles and her hips come to a stop. Leon’s strong hands wrap around her even tighter as he starts ramming his hips up into hers at a fast speed, fucking her so hard that there’s no thoughts left in her mind. ”Ah! Ohmygod..” A string of moans and curses fall out of her as she holds still, taking all of Leon as he pounds into her. His palms squeeze her ass roughly, spanking it afterwards. ”Taking me so good, fuck. I’m gonna fill you up sweetheart.”

She can’t even think, or answer him at all, just wrapping her hands around his neck and taking his cock, enjoying the pleasure. ”Gonna breed my sweet kitty.” He moans and she nods, not even listening to half the praises that Leon rewards her with. Soon she’s babbling incoherent words as her pleasure finally fills itself and bursts, her orgasm lashing out. Mind foggy with pleasure, her eyes close and she cries out broken moans into the crook of his neck. When Leon feels her tight walls squeezing around him as he keeps his relentless speed, he also reaches his high, thrusting deep into her and holding her hips down. He groans as his cum fills her insides.

”Are you my good kitty?”

”Mhm…yes, daddy” She mumbles back, voice still breathy.

This kitty only thinks about being good for daddy, a dumb little fuck-kitten who pleases daddy.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #resident evil 4 #resident evil #leon s kennedy smut #re4 leon #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil leon #leon smut #smut #resident evil 6

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small-sinclair · 8 months

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For you

Obsessed!Bo Sinclair x reader

Tw: mention of blood, gore, Bo being obsessed with reader, mention of him wanted to drink blood, he’s a bit unhealthy, beheading in graphic detail!!!! (Maybe you can read this as I’m being a vampire if you squint?)

Let me know if you want more Obsessed!Bo Sinclair!

When he found you bleeding on the floor and crying in the House of Wax, he felt his heart shatter. He felt as if his world was falling apart because he couldn’t keep you safe.

“You’re hurt,” he whispers silently to himself, pain in his voice. There’s still blood in his hair from the latest kill, but the wild and untamed eyes turned worried and hurt when he sees your leg scrapped. Though it wasn’t it big or major, you still cried from the pain.

He knelt next to you and caressed your cheek. He thumbed away the stray tears that fell, and it felt like acid burning through his skin and bones. “Who did this to you?” He asked gently, his voice mixed in venom and silk. “Who did it?”

You leaned into his touch. “It doesn’t matter—“

“Sweetheart,” he starts, lifting your chin with his hand. “Tell me. Who did this?” You could see blood and red starting to fill his blue eyes. “Point to me where he went.”

You didn’t need to tell him anything as he heard the girl running away screaming from Vincent. He looked at you then at Vincent, and he slowly raised your hand to kiss it. His lips were soft and cracked against your skin. “I’ll be back, my sunflower,” he whispers in your skin. “I promise. Her head will be yours.”

He doesn’t let you say anything else as he stands up and leaves. He’s a hunter, born and raised. The taste of blood and bone will be forever stained in his teeth and tongue.

“She’s mine,” he hissed at Vincent as he walked past him, stealing the dragon-headed knife handle. He knows the girl can’t leave. She’s trap in this maze his mother created.

He’s like a wolf approaching a rabbit as he enters a room. He sees the girl trying to escape, and he only smirks. He loves it when they run and escape. Bo drew closer to her, the knife tight in his hand until his knuckles turned white. Flashes of you crying and bleeding in front of him made his heart burst and boil. The cries from the girl muffled away in his ears and her pleads go unheard. With a mighty shove, he had her on the ground. She coward away from him but he stood over her. He could see her lips moving, but her words didn’t reach him.

The only thing he heard was your broken sobs of pain and the acid tears that touched his skin. You’re his sunflower, his deity, the one he’ll hunt for. He felt like he failed you when he saw you hurt. Your tears and blood stained on his paints. He’s not worthy of your blood. He can’t be. The more he thought about you crying, the more he wanted the girl gone. He didn’t her in town. He didn’t want you to see her ever again.

He raised the knife high and brought it down. He felt the skin and the blade cutting, but it wasn’t fatal. He stabbed again and again, over and over, until she laid barely breathing and tears streaming down her cheeks. He felt the warmth of the blood on his face and smiled like a devil. He twirled the knife with his fingers and brought it over the girl’s throat, cutting it deep. Even when dead, he didn’t stop. He cut deeper and deeper under her head was clean off. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted it high. He tilted his head to the side and examined the girl and her face without a care in his eyes. Bo stood with her head in his hand and walked back where you were.

Vincent was next to you as he helped bandage your leg. He frowns when he saw you, but his smile returns. He felt like a servant bring an offering to a royal as he came closer with the girl’s head hanging from her hair in his hands. He promised to bring you her head, and he was going to keep good. He would carved your name in his skin with a rusty spoon if you ask him— no, command him. You’re his everything, and he’ll serve you until the bitter end. He’d lick your blood off the floor and worship the ground you bled on if it pleases you! The very thought of it made his heart flutter just a bit along with the idea of you letting him taste your blood. He wanted to feel closer to you… he wanted to know how you would tasted.

He stands a couple feet away from you when he falls to his knees. You look over and horror fills your eyes once you see the girl’s lifeless eyes looking at you. You want to scream, but you can’t. You couldn’t.

Bo place the head between you and him as he lowered his head to a bow. “For you,” he says in a low voice. “Her head as promised.”

You can’t speak as you look at the head then back at Bo. He’s done it. He’s gone to far in loving you that it’s become unhealthy. The puppy blue eyes that he flashes, the hearts dancing in his eyes, and the sweet rose petals and daisy voice no longer feels safe. He did this for you.

Just.

For.

You.

Sickness fills you but your eyes roll back and you fell in Vincent’s arms.

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heliads · 5 months

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hi!! Can I request Harry Potter x f!reader, where Harry and y/n are dating and during the battle reader gets severely injured almost dead by Voldemort and Harry doesn’t know until after he defeats him he goes looking for reader but can’t find her, getting scared he goes looking for her and finds her under a pile of rubble realizing she’s about to die he uses the resurrection stone or wand to bring her back to life/heal her. Sorry if it’s really I’ve never requested before!

just read manacled so i'm desperately craving to write some hp angst so this request was perfectly timed thx anon xoxo

'someone take me home ' - harry potter

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The air is dark, choked with the ash and smoke of Harry Potter’s only true home.

Although he is not the one setting fire to the turrets, sending trolls in to demolish the stone parapets, or hurling curses through glass windows, Harry still feels responsible for the destruction. He is the one who challenged Voldemort by trying to hunt down his Horcruxes. He is the one who has brought this needless death and destruction into the castle. When Voldemort made his pronouncement that all of this fighting could cease if they would only turn Harry over to the Death Eaters, Harry had felt the weight of that guilt settle onto his shoulders like a cloak. It is his doing, all of this. He is the one to blame.

The only way he can make up for it is to end this, once and for all. If he does not kill Voldemort tonight– if he cannot end this war quickly– every life lost, every shred of memory and pride lost in the broken castle’s rubble will have fallen because he could not get the job done. Harry is responsible for everything that happens here tonight. He has to be responsible for winning it, too.

Harry is close to the end. So close. He has already died once tonight. He does not want it to happen again. For a moment there, when he went into the woods alone to meet his soon-to-be killer, armed only with a wand, a wish, and a deeply seated terror that would not leave him, Harry had not thought that he would come back. Dumbledore had not had the chance to specify that in his memories, that Harry would survive the Avada Kedavra curse for the second time in his life.

Harry had not known at all. Through Snape’s memories, he had seen that he would have to die for Voldemort to be killed, but there was no guarantee that Harry would come back. When Harry came away from the Pensieve burdened with that terrible truth, he had assumed that the blinding flash of green light would be all. When he said goodbye to Ron and Hermione, he had left them thinking that he would never return. Walking away from them was horrible, the price of seven years’ worth of incredible friendship. The only thing worse than that was leaving Y/N.

Y/N L/N. Harry’s girlfriend. They started dating during their fifth year, coasting on the thrill of sneaking around behind Umbridge’s back to run the DA. He’d liked her for longer, of course, he swears half the boys his year had a crush on Y/N at least since their second winter at Hogwarts, but Harry was the one who got to keep her around. He never forgot how lucky that made him. And, leaving her behind in the ruins of Hogwarts Castle to end his life, Harry reminded himself of it then, too. Even if he was going to die, he had lived a properly good life before the moment the Killing Curse was spoken aloud. He should have no reason to mourn all of the moments he would never have when he already experienced and enjoyed so many.

To distract himself in those cold, empty woods, Harry had reached into his pocket for the small, dark stone left to him by Dumbledore in the shell of a Golden Snitch. It’s probably not wise to carry a Deathly Hallow through the Forbidden Forest in search of a Dark Lord, but Harry was, after all, headed towards his certain death, so he figured that a little bit of risk was acceptable under those circumstances. Turning the Resurrection Stone over in his pocket, Harry had let his eyes flicker closed as he thought of something– as he wished for it, more than anything, more even than he needed to be alive– and then his eyes had opened, and he had seen his parents.

His first thought was that they looked just like their photographs. They smiled at him, reaching out wispy hands to guide him onwards. Remus and Sirius had joined not soon after. It was easier to be brave when he wasn’t alone, and it must have just been his mind imagining it, because he swore that just before he emerged into the clearing containing Voldemort’s camp, Harry saw Y/N there too, smiling and calling out to him.

He just wanted to think of her one last time, that was all. It meant nothing. Y/N was alive with Ron and Hermione. The one-hour truce had probably ended by then, so they would all be fighting again, but his two best friends would keep the love of his life alive. Of course they would. He made them promise.

Harry had removed that worry from his mind, and then he had died and subsequently come back to life. When he was lying on the cold ground, when Narcissa Malfoy had bent over him and asked him as quietly as she dared if her son was still alive, Harry has to admit that he was not thinking about the good of the mission to kill Voldemort, nor how he could keep up that crusade if he stayed alive. No, he thought about seeing Y/N one more time, and so he told her that Draco was still living. Harry didn’t even know if it was a lie or not, it didn’t matter, it worked. It could be true. Harry had no way of telling if Draco had passed away. All he could do was survive, clawing inch by inch until he could make it back to the grounds of the castle and tell for certain who was dead and who was alive.

The ruse, however misguided, had worked, and then Voldemort had crowed with sickly joy and dragged Harry’s body back to the castle. Harry was forced to remain stock-still, terrified to move so much as a muscle lest he give himself away and incur a second Killing Curse.

Now he is back, back here, back in the present moment, back in the castle. Harry is alive and everybody knows it. Harry heard the cheers erupt when he flung himself away from Hagrid to stand opposite Voldemort again, but he dared not look back. One distracted glance gives Tom Riddle a chance to kill him, and Harry cannot– he will not– give himself away like that after everything. His friends need him. Y/N needs him. Harry must do this, he must win.

Harry is no stranger to dueling, both with friends and enemies. When Voldemort points the Elder Wand at Harry, the wand that technically is under Harry’s control, Harry feels the moment thrumming in his veins like a bloodlust even before his opponent casts the spell. His wand hand rises of his own volition, the spell rising to his lips by reflex alone.

Two incantations are chanted at the same time. Avada Kedavra, Voldemort shrieks across the dusty courtyard, his voice like a death rattle. Expelliarmus, Harry shouts back, his heart leaping into his chest. He has never meant a spell like this before, and he swears he never will.

For a moment, all is still, all is quiet. The Death Eaters and students alike watch with bated breath as the two spells arc across the courtyard, but then Voldemort’s bright spark of green rebounds the second it comes into contact with Harry’s, sending both tumbling towards the Dark Lord. The Killing Curse hits Voldemort, and just like that, with no pomp and circumstance, no drama befitting the one who has caused them all so much violence and grief, Tom Marvolo Riddle dies.

Harry doesn’t believe it. Truly, he doesn’t, until he forces his limbs to walk over to the body of Voldemort and stand, staring, at the corpse until he is certain it does not move again. Slowly, surely, the Death Eaters peel away, and the students and members of the Order of the Phoenix come back again, surging around him like an ocean wave, rejoicing in their victory.

Ron and Hermione reach him first, one at each side. They embrace him, half crying, half beaming. Hermione’s saying that he’s done it, he’s won, and Ron is grinning at him proudly, telling Harry that he knew he could do it. Harry waits for the fourth person to join their party, but for some reason, she never does.

Harry pulls back slightly from their embrace. “Guys,” he says uncertainly, “Where’s Y/N?”

Ron and Hermione exchange confused looks. “She was just here,” Ron says vacantly. “Wasn’t she, Hermione? I swear I saw her a minute ago. We were fighting together, then a bunch of Death Eaters split us up. I got back to Hermione as soon as I could, but–”

“But you didn’t see her?” Harry interrupts. His voice sounds harsher than he intends, but a sudden, icy panic is beginning to flood through his system, and he cannot think about anything– he will not think about anything– until he is certain that this fear is unfounded.

He looks desperately at Hermione, the reasonable one, the one who always comes up with answers in times of crisis like this one, but she shakes her head quietly. “None of us have seen her since the fighting started up again,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

“No,” he says forcefully, “No, that’s not right. Y/N is alive. We just lost her in the crowd, that’s all.”

It must be true. Harry won’t look at either of them, won’t see the slow rush of guilt that’s creeping into both of their faces. Y/N has to be here. She wouldn’t just leave him like this.

Harry pushes past the two of them, fighting his way back through the crowds. He scans every face he sees, ignoring friends and professors the moment he’s sure they aren’t her. When he doesn’t see her immediately, Harry looks not at the crowds but the grounds, the walls, to see if she’s lying down somewhere. She could still be resting, or maybe she has a broken leg or something and can’t move. There is still a way that she could be alive. There is still a way that she could come back to him.

No sign of her. Harry is about to leave the courtyard and try searching somewhere else, and then he sees a hand crumpled near a pile of rubble. The hand, bloody and streaked with dust, is connected to an arm, an arm which lies limp from a shoulder, which leads to a chest which leads to a face, a face he knows, a face which is Y/N’s.

Harry is kneeling on the ground in a flash. The body of a fallen Death Eater is somewhere to the side, and Harry has the brief, proud thought that Y/N managed to kill one of them before she– He cuts himself off just in time.

Y/N seems perfectly fine by all accounts, were it not for the ash beginning to tint her face a lifeless shade. It gets everywhere, that stuff, but it won’t matter, they’ll have time to clean up later, once it is all over. It is all over, he realizes belatedly, but not quite yet. Not until she sits up again and smiles at him like she always does.

Harry waits for this to happen, for her chest to rise and fall, for any sign of movement. Nothing comes. It is only sitting here, waiting, watching for nothing, when he realizes at last that Y/N is dead. He missed his chance to save her. Y/N is dead because Harry couldn’t beat Voldemort fast enough.

The grief crashes over him in spasming attacks. He cannot lose her, not like this. It was easier to be the one dying when he knew she would go on to live a long, happy life, but this is wholly different and much worse. Y/N deserved far more than a death at seventeen. She deserved far more than Harry letting her down in this final way.

He can’t allow this to happen. Harry has killed the Dark Lord, he has freed the Wizarding World from death and destruction, he will save his girlfriend and it will be his last victory. Harry claws at his pocket for the Resurrection Stone– he almost lost it in the Forbidden Forest, but not quite, and now he has it still– and presses it with shaking hands against her heart. Harry closes his eyes and wishes with everything he has that she would come back.

He doesn’t want to open his eyelids. If it doesn’t work– he can’t look at her again, fallen and still. He stays in the darkness until someone tells him in a light voice, “You can look now, Harry. I’m alright.”

Harry opens his eyes and almost sobs again. There, sitting up, is Y/N. She smiles at him. “Don’t look so surprised. You know what the stone does, don’t you?”

“I do,” he croaks, “but– I was so afraid, Y/N. I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t have to,” she whispers back. “We’ll always be together now.”

He wants this. Harry reaches forward and embraces her. He can hardly feel her hug him back, but she’s probably still injured from the fight. She’ll have to get up to the hospital wing as soon as possible, Madam Pomfrey can make her as good as new in a second’s flash.

Harry steps back so Y/N can stand up, and then he starts to lead her back through the courtyard. Ron and Hermione have caught up to him by now, and they stare at Y/N with undisguised shock.

“She’s back,” Harry says exultantly, as if they couldn’t tell that already.

Hermione nods faintly. “Harry…”

Her voice trails off. Ron lays a comforting hand on her arm, then turns to Harry. “You found her, then?”

For some reason, he doesn’t seem nearly as happy as Harry thinks the situation deserves. He’s just found out one of his best friends is alive, after all, but instead he seems as if he’s just come from a funeral.

“I did,” Harry confirms. “I’m going to take Y/N to the hospital wing now, just in case.”

Y/N nods in agreement, which makes Ron and Hermione exchange knowing glances again.

“What?” Harry asks, somewhat cross.

“Nothing,” Hermione says a little too quickly. “It’s just– Oh, Harry, you have the Resurrection Stone, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Harry says. “Why do you ask?”

The look in her eyes is deeply sorrowful. “You have to let go, Harry.”

He shakes his head. “What are you talking about? I just got Y/N back, I have to make sure that she’s alright.”

He moves to brush past them, but Ron holds out an arm. “Here, I’ll take Y/N to the hospital wing. How about you stay and talk to Hermione for a little longer?”

Y/N looks unhappy about this, and although Harry doesn’t quite want to be parted from her yet, he can’t technically see any problems with this, so he agrees, and watches mournfully as Y/N trails away behind Ron. She’s moving slower than usual, but again, that must be due to injury.

Hermione takes him by the arm and steers him away from the quickly burgeoning crowds. “Harry,” she begins slowly, “Do you remember what Xenophilius Lovegood said about the Deathly Hallows, about the Stone in particular? How it drove the second brother mad because his bride came back from the dead, but she was never really the same?”

“I do,” Harry says vaguely, not entirely sure what this has to do with him, “But that’s not the case with Y/N, though, she’s fine. I reckon it’s because I have the Elder Wand too, you know?”

Hermione sighs. “Harry, that’s not the Y/N you lost. She’s different. I think she’s closer to a ghost than a person.”

“No,” Harry says unsteadily, “She’s just like I remember, honestly. I don’t know what you’re talking about. She’s nothing like a ghost.”

Hermione takes a slow breath in and out. She’s obviously fighting tears. “That’s because she hasn’t been herself lately, even before she– even before she died, Harry. The war has been hard on all of us, but her especially. It’s taken quite the toll on her, so much so that you would see a ghost of the girl you knew and still think it was her.”

“That makes no sense,” Harry protests, but a persistent feeling of doubt is starting to shadow his mind.

“I can prove it,” Hermione insists, and reaches into her pocket to pull out a photograph.

Harry holds it in his hands and stares. He remembers the moment this photo was taken more than he recognizes the actual people inside of it. This was one of the last days they had to themselves before the war broke out in earnest and everything went to hell. It had been in the spring, all four of them in the Gryffindor Common Room. Colin Creevey had taken the photo while they were unawares and to punish him, they’d confiscated it. Harry had no idea Hermione had held onto it, but now he’s pressingly grateful that she had.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all look the same, albeit a little younger, a little less beaten down, but Y/N– the Y/N in this photograph is nothing like the girl he’d just seen. This Y/N is vibrant, laughing uproariously at a joke one of them has just told. The version of her in the photograph turns with a start when the photo is taken, but she’s still grinning up at him, still happy. Harry feels as if a saturation charm has been cast upon the photo, it’s the only thing that would explain why she looks so bright and alive here.

Alive, unlike how she looks right now, because she isn’t. Harry had tried to bring her back, but it hadn’t worked completely. Just like in Lovegood’s story. He thinks back to the past few months and he remembers how Y/N had been, how the light had slowly drained from her. The constant running had been hard on all of them, but it was worst of all on Y/N. She was the one forever thinking of new places to go, new things to try, wearing the locket for the longest, never putting up a fight. Slowly but surely, it had coaxed the life out of her, so much so that Harry couldn’t even tell when she was just a shade he had brought back from the dead.

Hermione nods slowly, seeing that Harry understands at last. “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m so sorry.”

“So am I,” he murmurs bleakly.

“Are you going to end the enchantment?” She asks him.

Harry feels like he’s drowning, engulfed in the ash and flame surrounding him. “I will. Just– let me say goodbye first.”

“Of course,” Hermione says. “We’ll be here when you need us.”

It’s more than he can ask of her right now, both to pull him out and to support him when he’s reeling from the shock of it all. They must be devastated too, Hermione and Ron, both of them have friends here who have died in this final battle and throughout the whole war, but they’re putting him first again. He’ll never be able to thank them enough for that, but he can try.

An idea occurs to him as he walks over to Y/N. He’s still got the Elder Wand in his pocket. He hadn’t needed it for the Resurrection Stone, he hadn’t even been touching it, but maybe– just maybe–

He casts a quick summoning charm to bring his invisibility cloak over, then pulls the Resurrection Stone out of his pocket. The Elder Wand in his other hand completes the triad. All three Deathly Hallows, all together at last. Dumbledore had wondered what having all of them together might do, how one might finally become a Master of Death. He had mused once that perhaps one had to accept the inevitability of one’s own death, to brush it off and greet Death as an old friend, as the third brother had done in the tale.

Harry has done this already. Died. He accepted it then. Facing Y/N, he accepts it now. He may die from doing this, but it would be alright. Y/N deserves to live. Harry embraces his fate, whatever it may be. He has the Hallows, but he would give them up for her, he would give up anything. Even himself. He has not meant a spell like this before, except once, and he swears he never will.

There’s a sudden rush of wind around him that forces Harry’s eyes shut, just for a moment. When he opens them, Y/N is still there, but she’s a shade no longer. This time, when she surges forward and hugs him, he feels the embrace completely.

“It’s really me,” she laughs, shocked, “I don’t know how you did it, Harry, but I’m really back.”

“You promise?” Harry gasps, half choking on his own surprise.

“I promise,” she smiles.

Harry glances back over his shoulder to where Hermione and Ron are watching with dropped jaws. One look at his friends is all he needs to know at last that yes, this is real. He’s finally won. The Dark Lord is dead. His love is alive.

At last, at long last, the last of his burdens disappear into the faint light of morning. Harry Potter is free.

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devilanon · 1 year

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A request for a nsfw alphabet for ghost (or any/rest of them up too you) 👀 that size kink drabble lives in my head rent free btw you write him so damn well 😣🥲

hi hi :-) thanks! ghost for now, and gaz as well because i have garrick brainrot [nsfw below cut]

GHOST.

Aftercare = (what they’re like after sex) If he's post-subbing, he's the most needy fucker alive. All over you, despite how sweaty he is, plastering himself to your chest for a bit of cuddling as the little spoon. Dom Ghost will provide aftercare if you're actually in a relationship, but if it's just a quick fuck he's gone after a bare minimum check-in with you to make sure nothing's broken. But if he does have feelings for you, he's drowning you in praise, kissing lightly over the bites and bruises left in his wake, helping you sit up against his sturdy chest, bringing a bottle of water to your lips. B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Simon Riley has a huge fat fucking uncut dick, and that's just the truth. He likes seeing you struggle to take all of it, splitting you open on his cock. He's also an ass man. Loves to watch your cheeks bounce when he fucks you from behind, ripple when he spanks you, loves burying his face in your ass to eat you out.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Do not let this man fuck you raw he is fertile.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He's an exhibitionist, and he definitely wants everyone else on base to know who's fucking you and just how well he's doing it. He'll start groping you in risky high-traffic areas hoping someone sees. Swears up and down he had no idea anyone was coming down the hall.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Ghost fucks. There's no way Ghost doesn't fuck. This man has been whored out in like 80% of the countries he's been stationed in. He's great at mindless, meaningless, rough sex, but it's difficult for him to be slower, gentler, to stay present when he's actually making love and not just fucking. He tries, though, bless him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Doggy. Like I said. Ass man. He will bend you over just about any surface if you let him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He's pretty serious aside from the occasional snide remark. When he sets himself to a task he wants to carry it out as well as he can. This extends to fucking you silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He has a shortly cropped blond happy trail. I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He's... not great at intimacy, but he makes an effort, if he's having sex with someone he harbors an emotional connection with. His dirty talk is softer, he's a bit gentler, less rough around the edges.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He has a pretty high sex drive and usually masturbates just to sate it, rather than to sit down and enjoy himself. He rarely uses pornographic material, just fucks quickly into his hand replaying some memory.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Exhibitionism, as mentioned. Pet play, d/s, anything with power and control dynamics essentially. He likes to be on both ends of the spectrum. Humiliation, degradation, etc. Again, giving and receiving. Body worship (on him, but he'll do it for you as well). Size kink. L = Location Anywhere he can get away with it, really.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) He enjoys the concept of both dominance and exerting his will over you, and the release that comes from submitting to another person and allowing them to take the reigns. He really just teters back and forth between the two depending on his his self esteem is doing that day.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Simon Riley will not fuck you if you're even a bit tipsy or inebriated. Hard no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) This man loves to eat ass. He also loves to shove his dick as far down your throat as he can and hold you there until you're bucking against him for air.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Rough, though not necessarily fast. If he's feeling particularly worked up or mean sex can definitely turn into an endurance test he knows you'll lose. Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Simon wants to fuck you as often as he can, whenever he can, wherever he can. On a roadtrip? His hand is down your pants while he drives. Doing laundry? Lifting you up onto the dryer. In the hallway? Broom closet looks very inviting, wouldn't you say?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He's open to a fair amount of things, if not out of interest, just to try them and know whether or not it does anything for him. S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He's a military man. He's extremely physically fit. If you let him, he'll fuck you until he physically can't anymore. Regardless of how quickly he might cum. He'll just use his fingers or his mouth until he's hard again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He'll never admit it, but he does get jealous of inanimate objects for making you cum. Why not him? He can do it ten times better and faster. Watch.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Don't edge him, it won't work. He's bigger, stronger, and has more stamina than you, and he's stubborn as hell. You, though? If you let him, he'll make you beg for it. He'll edge you until you cry. He's also prone to trying to fluster you whenever he can, especially in front of other people, grabbing your hips to move you aside, brushing against your ass when he passes you in a tight space, things like that.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He's fairly quiet, especially if he's subbing. He'll groan, but it will be rare. He does enjoy a fair bit of dirty talk though. W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Wants to fuck his cum into you and then force you to walk around base leaking into your underwear. :-)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Here to preach Chunky Simon RIley gospel. He has abs but they're under a layer of fat on his tummy. You can't see them unless he flexes. He has fat fucking tits. Big enough to grope. Has a pudgy little pubic mound. His arms and thighs are fucking huge. Big fat breeder balls. Has a light dusting of hair on his chest, and is fuzzy from the waist down.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) High, man.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) You will never catch Ghost sleeping after fucking you. He barely sleeps as it is. He'll just sit with you until you're asleep or ready to do something else.

GAZ.

Aftercare = (what they’re like after sex) He needs it. He's a sensitive boy, honestly, and if you just up and leave after having sex it's definitely going to hurt his feelings. He wants to pepper kisses all over you and snuggle. And maybe grind on you a little bit while doing so.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Gaz has nice, dexterous hands that can and will pull amazing sounds out of you when he's playing with you. This man fingers like no one's business. He's fairly attentive and will catch any noises or expressions you make while he's learning what you like, so he can do it more efficiently next time. He likes to watch your face when he fucks you, or when you fuck him. Your expressions do a lot for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He wants to come on your face. He'll beg for it, even. He wants to mark you anywhere, coming on your ass, your tits, your tummy, but your face is his go-to spot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He's thought about stealing your underwear from the laundry room on base, when you leave it out. He wouldn't. Especially if you're not dating. It's just a thought. But he… looks. For a while. Especially if it's some lacy thing. Thinks about holding it in his hand while he's fucking his fist. Then goes about his day, chiding himself a bit.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Mildly? I feel like Gaz maybe got around when he was younger but has kind of slowed down, and he's even a bit ashamed of his fuckboy phase. He's seeking more of an emotional connection now instead of flings.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Facefucking is high up there. He also likes missionary so he can watch your expression change into something fuzzy and fucked-out.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) He's definitely always smiling when he fucks you, right up until he's about to come. Whether or not it's a smirk or a goofy grin depends on what you're doing and the mood. He'll also tease and rib you lightly, especially if you're babbling nonsense after he's pushed you particularly hard and made you come several times.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I headcanon Gaz as being fairly smooth? I honestly don't know why.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Gaz is sweet. He's one to break out pet names, compliments, occasionally praise; I don't think he has a lot of casual sex, so making love is more of a common occurrence than just fucking.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Gaz definitely has a folder on his phone of dirty pictures of his S/O that he pulls up when he's getting off. He prefers sex, but will look at images of you if you're not accessible at the moment. He'll send you images of him fucking his hand, sound clips if he's feeling particularly devious. If you let him take videos of you giving head or fucking him for use while he's away, he'll be very, very grateful.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Marking (with cum, but he'll leave hickies as well). Overstim. He likes to fuck you until you're unintelligible, then keep going beyond that, if you'll let him. Grinding / outercourse / thigh fucking. Service domming.

L = Location He's not too adventurous, anywhere private.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Gaz just wants to make you feel good, honestly. You getting off gets him off.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Getting super rough, mean, or degrading doesn't do anything for him. Not only is he disinterested in it, it's counterproductive to what actually gives him pleasure, even if you ask for it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Gaz loves eat out for dinner :-) He'll keep going until you're squirming away from him and begging him to give you a break. Tonguefucking is a favorite. He likes fucking your face, making it sloppy and watching the drool run down your chin onto your chest. Bonus points if you wear makeup and he gets to ruin it. Bonus bonus points if you have to walk somewhere with that ruined makeup.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) It depends on his mood; he's normally pretty slow in the interest of being thorough and making you come as hard as you can, as many times as he can make you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He's indifferent to it. It doesn't give him as much time as he'd like to unravel you, but if you propose it he's certainly not going to turn you down.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Gaz is fairly open to trying new things, but if it skeeves him out even a little bit he's unwilling to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Multiple rounds are a given fucking this man. He wants you fucked stupid. He wants you braindead and drooling. He wants you unintelligible on his dick. He will buy a cock ring for the sole purpose of fucking you longer so he can watch your eyes roll back and jaw go slack as you come for the umpteenth time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Gaz is fairly open to using toys; again, big fan of service domming, so he enjoys doing whatever he can to make you feel good. He would also enjoy leaving something inside of you while you run errands or do chores, just as a way to mark you, claim you without actually touching you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He's not a super big fan of it; why edge you when he can make you come, and then make you come again? He doesn't hold out well if you tease him, either. The moment you flirt with him, brush up against him or make a suggestive statement, he's ready to go.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Gaz is very vocal, and he's not shy about it either. He's a whiner, making high pitched breathy sounds, and he's also prone to babbling in your ear when he's close to coming; "Hot, wet, tight, so good for me baby."

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Crier. Not in an emotional sense, but if he comes particularly hard he's thanking you and tears are rolling down his face.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) This man is cut. He has the "otter" build, slim, lean and strong. Veiny arms. Definitely has abs. Cum gutters. His dick is long and curved upward. Average thickness. His balls hang. Good for slapping against your clit when he fucks you from behind.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Gaz wants to fuck, man. Not so much that it's a constant thought of his, but he's easily swayed into being in the mood.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Sex doesn't knock him out, but he'll fall asleep cuddling you afterwards. (He talks in his sleep.)

#ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #gaz x reader #gaz garrick x reader #if i can indoctrinate just one person into chunky ghost church i will die happy #mine #cod x reader

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vnmpior · 2 years

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I see someone write for Voltron, I request. Anywho, I wonder how an enemies to lovers scenario would go with Keith and a Female s/o. S/O is goofy, too kind for this world, and naive and yet is still gets good grades. However, much to Keith's luck, she's denser than bricks and is oblivious to his dislike towards her.

HOLY SHIT I HAVENT SEEN THIS UNTIL NOW IM SO SORRY IDEK WHEN YOU REQUESTED THIS

now idk if you wanted it in the cannon au or a high school setting, but I'll do both

IS THE VOLTRON FANDOM EVEN STILL ALIVE?? I NEED VOLTRON MOOTS

canon paladin au

☆ keith hates anyone that continues to bother him even after he drops subtle hints to leave him alone

☆ like you'll be going on and on about some topic that he doesn't care about

☆ but he can't bring himself to tell you to shut up

☆ you and lance are the duo to end him

☆ a goofy smart one, and a questionable goofy one

☆ its more of a one sided enemy rivalry type situation, since you think keith is fine with you (he's not)

☆ he can't help but notice the small things about you

☆ but he thinks that's because you irritate the shit out of him

☆ it's not

☆ your constantly happy-go-lucky mood actually makes him feel better at times

☆ he'll start to warm up to you and maybe even discover his feelings for you, realizing he doesn't hate you

☆ he'll start getting a bit more flustered while training with you

☆ and you'll be oblivious to this as you were with his hatred for you a while back

☆ eventually he'll gather the courage to ask you out only to find out you've liked him ever since you met him

☆ he felt guilty because he really did not like you during that time

☆ you're the yin to his yang </3

high school/galaxy garrison academy

☆ he dreaded having you as his tutor

☆ you were too. . . nice (for his lil emo broken hearted self)

☆ he didn't like that, and he hated having you teach him

☆ you managed to keep him from dropping out, and even he can't explain why he decided not to

☆ he never responded to your questions, but you didn't let that deter you from you smiling brightly at him and continuing on

☆ he realized he really did listen to you, and in fact, his grades massively improved

☆ he still did not feel like interacting with you though

☆ until one day where your mood was obviously different

☆ you didn't even bother continuing on when keith didn't respond, and instead went quiet and stared down at the textbook in front you

☆ he thought you were simply reading ahead, just in case you didn't know the material, but minutes passed and you stayed silent.

☆ "you alright?" keith asked

☆ you nodded and simply carried on, finally breaking the silence with what seemed like a less energetic version of how you usually act

☆ eventually, you told him by the end of the session that someone had told you that he absolutely despised you

☆ rare keith L

☆ which was true. a few months ago.

☆ now he was absolutely enamored with you

☆ your personality really brings out the best in him and he realized that

☆ he quickly argued against that statement and while stumbling over his words, he accidentally confessed

☆ he would never forget that that's the most joyful he's ever seen you

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #keith x reader #keith voltron #voltron keith #keith kogane #keith kogane x reader #x reader #voltron x reader

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buckybarnesb-tch · 11 months

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One Little Trip to the ER

Human Doctor!Klaus M. Yandere Pt.1

Warning: Non/Dub-con (Somnophilia), Previous Abusive Relationship, Drug Use (date rape drugs…kinda?), Breeding Kink, Yandere/Psychopathic Behavior/Manipulation, Assault, Age-Gap

DD:DNE

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Part 2

For Klaus it started in the ER. He loved working in the ER as everyday was different, and it generated some truly funny experiences and stories.

For him it was love at first sight. He saw Y/n sitting on the side of the hospital bed looking tired and uncomfortable but she was beautiful and sweet. As he walked in she looked up at him and blushed, Klaus noticing for the first time the black eye on the side of her face he hadn’t been able to see before however as he also saw her clutching her arm to her body he assumed her eye isn’t why she was here. He had looked at the x-ray and he knew her arm was broken and had clearly been done so purposefully and he was enraged by the idea of someone harming such a sweet girl…his sweet girl.

‘Hello Miss. Y/L/n. I’m Dr.Mikaelson. It’s lovely to meet you, I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances.’ She wouldn’t meet his eyes, now looking down at his shoes as he spoke, and when she responded it was so quiet he nearly couldn’t hear her.

‘Hi. You can just call me Y/n.’

‘Well then you can call me Klaus, hmm? You clearly have a broken arm, the good news is you don’t need surgery, I just need to wrap you up in a cast which a nurse is bringing me right now. Can you tell me what happened Y/n?’ She looked surprised as he pulled the chair over to sit across from her, giving her a harder time avoiding his gaze.

‘I tripped down the stairs is all.’

‘You seem to do that a lot according to your chart. 3 times in the last 2 months you’ve been here.’

She just shrugged as the nurse came in with a tray and set it down for him. ‘I’m a klutz, I always have been…I’m a mess honestly.’

‘Well, I’m sorry to hear that. You have much too pretty a face to be damaging it with bruising.’ Once again she blushed a dark red that was so cute he felt his cock twitch in his pants.

Klaus began wrapping her arm up in gauze before the cast wrap and noticed her taking peeks at him with that blush still heavy on her face.

‘Alright. I’m going to give you a mild pain medication for the next 3 days, I know how difficult sleep is when you’re in pain so they should help and I need to ask you, are you safe going home Y/n? Did someone do this to you?’ He knew the answer, and he could tell from the way she looked at him that she knew that he knew too.

‘I’m okay, thank you. I’m just clumsy.’

‘I don’t think that’s true Y/n and if you change your mind, just come back here, okay?’ She looked surprised but nodded her head.

‘Thank you Klaus. I appreciate it, most doctors are assholes, it’s really nice to see one that’s not.’

‘Sadly that’s true, many doctors lose their compassion through all the politics, regulations and money. Also patients that are rude or drug addicts.’ He teased seeing her smile for the first time, giggling a bit and once again he felt his cock in his pants twitch, clearly not willing to listen to his brain today.

It was at that moment that the curtain was ripped open and a tall man stopped short with a sneer on his face. ‘What the fuck is this?’

‘Jake, this is Dr.Mikaelson. He just wrapped my broken arm.’ He didn’t look shocked or even the least bit gentle.

‘Good. Let’s go.’

‘Hold on there, not so fast. I haven’t discharged her yet. Give me just a moment, she’ll be out soon if you could go wait in the waiting room.’ Jake looked angry instantly and Klaus could see how explosive he could be. Klaus is an angry individual so he knows exactly what a dangerously angry man looks and acts like.

‘I think I’ll stay, Y/n would be more comfortable with me here.’ He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and he watched her cringe but never move away.

‘He can stay.’ Klaus reminded himself that this man is an abuser and that her response is conditioned and not her fault at all. She is just trying to survive.

‘Alright. I’m going to get you the script and your papers. Remember what I said, no more trips down the stairs.’ He warned and she blushed again as he left.

Her boyfriend dragged her out of there as soon as she had the folder and he spent the next week thinking about her like crazy. It didn’t bother him that he was a 36 year old man in love with a 19 year old girl, she was meant to be his and he knew it! That night when he went home he had his hand firmly wrapped around his cock for hours before he was finally willing to search her in the hospital computer and found her apartment address, finding it and finding a spot to sit and watch her, able to see in through her sliding door as she went about her day. That is how he spent his days off.

He saw her again three weeks later back in his ER and he practically snatched the patient folder from his friend, determined to be her doctor.

When he opened the curtain he saw her eye swollen nearly completely shut, her bottom lip split and a dark bruise on her jaw.

‘Y/n. What happened darling?’ She looked up at him stunned.

‘You remember me?’ Her voice was rough and only then did he see the dark red marks on her throat beginning to bruise.

‘Of course I do. I was concerned when I first saw you, especially once I met your boyfriend. Tell me what’s going on.’ He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and touching her throat, feeling it gently but making sure not to hurt her.

‘I tried to leave…he came home early.’ Tears welled up in her eyes and he sat beside her on the bed, wrapping her in his arms firmly but not too hard, unsure if she was bruised anywhere else.

‘It’s alright. You did so good love, you got away from him. You are so strong.’ She was clearly trying to hold it together but it only took a few seconds for her to fall apart and tighten her arms around his neck, sobbing against him. ‘Let it out lovely, it’s okay. You did so good, you are worth so much more than him, you deserve to be taken care of, and I’m going to take care of you, okay?’

She nodded her head in his neck, sniffling adorably. ‘Thank you Klaus. My throat really hurts.’

‘I can see that. Anything else?’

She showed him her bruised ribs but nothing was broken thankfully. He spent the next few hours taking care of her and giving her some meds so that he could postpone her discharge until he got off, getting her papers just as he was going home having convinced her to stay with him, not willing to let her go back to Jake.

He got her into his car without anyone seeing them and picked up some dinner for them before they got back to his house. ‘I don’t want to put you out, are you sure that this is okay-‘

‘Stop asking that. It’s more than alright. Let’s get you something to sleep in and you can hop into the shower. The hot water will make you feel so much better.’ He grabbed her a Henley and a pair of boxers, he had some of his sisters clothes from how many times she had stayed here but he desperately wanted to see her in his clothes. ‘Now, I want you to tell me Jakes address so that I can go get your things.’ Her eyes went wide and he could see she definitely didn’t see that coming.

‘Klaus, no! I don’t want-‘

‘I don’t want him to set his eyes on your pretty face ever again, he doesn’t deserve it Y/n.’

‘He’ll hurt you! I can’t let you do this, please?’ She looked desperate while he turned on the shower for her.

‘He won’t harm me. I promise, I’m just going to get your already packed bags and come back. Let me do this for you.’ He wasn’t asking, now that she’s in his house she’s not leaving! That idiot will never put his hands on her again!

She gave him the address that he already knew and he smiled, kissing her head and turning to go before she grabbed his arm. ‘Klaus…why are you doing this? You’re my doctor, you’re not responsible for me, why are you helping me? I don’t understand.’ She was confused and scared, he knew she would be but he would never hurt her like Jake did.

‘Admittedly I thought you were gorgeous when we first met, but I was your doctor and I won’t be inappropriate at work. You are a sweet girl trying to get out of an abusive relationship, and you need some help. I’m in a position to do that and I know that if I let you walk out that door and you end up back in that house with nowhere to go and next time I see you it’s in the ICU or worse…I will never forgive myself.’ He teared up, trying to show her how soft and caring he could be knowing that she’s used to a guy who can’t do those things as a psychopath.

Her face fell and he could see how well it was working, she was exactly where he wanted her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, feeling the tears soak up in his shirt on his shoulder. ‘Thank you Klaus…I won’t forgive myself if you get hurt either, at least let me come with you and-‘

‘No. Get in the shower, you need to rest those sore muscles. Your things will be here by the time you get out and I’ll give you something to help you sleep. I’m off tomorrow, we’ll spend the day relaxing, get you feeling better and we’ll talk about what we’re going to do. Okay? Just try not to worry until then.’ He kissed her forehead and shut the door behind him as he left.

The trip to the apartment was quick, Jake only lived about 5 minutes from him but in a very different neighborhood. Klaus had a large house that he wouldn’t call a mansion but some people probably would and it was on 9 acres of land. The apartment building that this moron had his Princess living in was a shitty floor level place that looked rat infested on the outside, where he could see almost the entire apartment through the sliding door. Good for Klaus now, bad for Y/n in the long run. Unlike Jake, Klaus would never run the risk of any other man seeing his Princess in any exposed fashion, she belonged to him, whether she knows it yet or not.

He knocked on the door loud enough to ensure the jackass would wake up and as soon as the door swung open Klaus dug his fist straight into Jakes face knocking him off of his feet.

‘Yo! What The Fuck Man?!’ He rolled his eyes as he stepped through the door.

‘That’s not even half of what you made Y/n feel. That lovely girl trusted you, gave herself to you, and you repay her by causing her pain?! You don’t deserve to live, you are the definition of garbage and while I want more than anything to kill you, sadly I’m only here for her bags.’ He looked up and saw 2 suitcases a backpack and a duffel bag sitting in the next room which he moved to grab. He carried the suitcases out to his car before coming back and seeing Jake with a baseball bat pointed at him.

‘Get the fuck outta my house! She’s coming back, she’s mine! Y/n knows she can’t live without me-‘

‘Oh but she can. She’s going to stay with me now, she’s mine Jake.’ His eyes practically caught flame before he swung the bat which Klaus ducked back from and grabbed when it got stuck in the wall, hitting the moron and kneeling into him where he now resides on the ground. ‘You will never touch her again, violently or otherwise. But I will, whether she knows it yet or not I will make sure she falls in love with me. It won’t be hard after dating an ass like you, all I need to do is show her how soft and loving I can be. I’m already halfway there, she’s mine now. It’s my hands that will be on her body tonight, kissing every inch of that perfect skin that you enjoyed bruising. My tongue and cock that will fuck every hole she has, and she will only ever cry in ecstasy. The only way, so I’ve been told, you didn’t make her cry.’ He tried to buck Klaus off of him and only ended up thrusting up against him before Klaus punched him again, his head bouncing off of the floor, punching him 3 more times before he stopped not wanting to damage his hands by splitting his knuckles, it would make Y/n wonder what had happened to him. ‘I’m going to taste her. I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to knock her up and make her mine forever, she’ll warm my bed and have my babies, and if you ever come near her again I will kill you. And don’t even think about going to the police for this, you can’t prove anything and my brother is the chief. God forbid your apartment catches fire and no one responds to your call, hmm? Or no one follows up on your accusations of being beaten within an inch of your life by a very well known, and highly respected doctor in this small town. Don’t think about calling her either, if I find out you did, and I will, I’m going to come back here.’ His eyes were bugging out in fear, clearly stunned at the fact that a doctor is kneeling on his chest and threatening to burn his home down. ‘She’s mine.’

He stood, stepping on his chest and walking over him to get the other bags before walking out and shutting the door behind him. After washing the blood off of his hands which luckily weren’t bruised, he looked through all of the bags removing the laptop, iPad and phone from the backpack, mixing up her bags to make it look like they had been pulled apart before stopping at Target on the way home. He tried to be fast so Y/n wouldn’t get worried, grabbing a black weaved basket filling it with a pomegranate and mango body wash and a purple loofah. He also grabbed a black scalp massager, a rosemary and mint shampoo and conditioner along with hair ties, clips, hairbrush, several scents of body scrubs, toothbrush, razors, deodorant and a nail care kit. Klaus wanted Y/n to have everything she would need that he didn’t already have to give her and also allow her to have soap that wasn’t men’s soap. He knew this would make her feel like he was thinking about her in ways Jake never did or would. He got a few different kinds of chocolate for the basket and a soft, fluffy black and red plaid blanket as well as grabbing a giant polar bear stuffed animal he thought she would fall in love with.

When he got home he walked through the door with her duffel bag and backpack to see her standing there with a worried look on her face before she jumped to wrap her arms around him. ‘I missed you too Princess.’ He laughed, dropping the bags and wrapping his arms around her.

‘I thought he had hurt you! You were gone for so long!’ He kissed her cheek before pulling away.

‘I’m sorry. Jake had torn your bags apart and I had to put everything back in, I apologize that they’re messy but I think I got it all. I stopped at the store to get you a few things. I’ll get the suitcases.’ He ran back out, grabbing the suitcases and the basket that he had put together, carrying the bear awkwardly, leaving the basket and bear on the steps, bringing the suitcases in to see Y/n looking through her backpack frantically.

‘He took my phone! My laptop! Bastard!’

‘Relax love, just relax. Come here.’ He pulled her to stand up and wiped her eyes dry. ‘No more tears Princess. He is not worth your tears, you’ve cried too many for him. No more.’ Klaus enjoyed the way her eyes lit up as he said that, her red face smiling up at him happily despite the entire shitty day. ‘Close your eyes Princess.’ She looked confused but did as he said as he quickly moved to grab the basket and bear, carrying them in and shutting the door behind him. The fact that she did what she was told without questioning him let him know he was right when he had chosen her, she truly was perfect.

As he placed the bears head in her hands, it sitting on the floor quite literally more than half of her body height tall, she opened her eyes which widened before she squealed. ‘Klaus! Oh my God! He’s perfect! I love him!’ She dropped to her knees and wrapped her body around him making Klaus laugh. ‘Oh my God! He must have cost a fortune!’

‘Don’t do that. Nothing I ever buy you is something for you to worry about in any way. I have plenty of money. You deserve to be taken care of. Speaking of which.’ He set the basket beside her and she began looking through everything excitedly, smelling the soaps and inspecting everything.

‘You got me a scalp scrubber? I didn’t know men knew what those were!’ She giggled while Klaus took her bags and carried them up the stairs to her bedroom right beside his, coming back down and seeing she was smelling the body scrubs. ‘This is amazing! Peach sorbet, Watermelon, Pineapple? These smell fantastic! I can’t believe you got all of this for me. I have a hair and tooth brush you know? You didn’t have to-‘

‘I wanted to. I wanted to make sure you have everything here to make you comfortable. I would really like it if you would stay, I…I can’t let you end up back there with him. He threatened me with a bat darling.’

‘WHAT!?’

‘He told me you would end up back with him whether you like it or not. I’m genuinely scared what will happen if you leave, I’m asking you to stay Y/n, this-‘ he gestured to the basket. ‘-is me asking you to stay.’ Klaus could tell she was torn and worried and he wanted to ease that for her. ‘You won’t be a bother to me, I have plenty of money, more than I know what to do with honestly and I live alone. Sometimes my sister stays for a few nights or one of my brothers but I would love some company. You’ll have your own room and bathroom, I would prefer you don’t lock the door in case something happens but if it makes you feel better I understand…we can go shopping for whatever else you need, I just tried to get the basics.’

‘Klaus! You did great, okay? It’s all wonderful but…how can I live in your house without giving you anything back? I’m broke, I have nothing. I moved in with him when I was a 17 year old idiot, my family hates me, I have no income-‘

‘I don’t want money. I have money, I like you and I want to help you. I don’t want you to get a job, I want you to rest and get better. For now that’s enough. Now let’s get you to bed.’ He grabbed her backpack and the basket as she carried her bear to her room which she was blown away by. ‘You showered in my bathroom, this one is yours. The sheets were changed since my sister stayed a few weeks ago so it’s all clean.’

‘This room and bathroom is more than half the size of my whole apartment…thank you Klaus. Really, thank you.’ He set the bear down on her bed and hugged her as she laid her head on his chest.

‘If you wait a moment I’ll get you something to help you sleep?’

‘Okay. That sounds great.’

He walked back to his room to the medicine cabinet which had about every kind of medication you could ever need, taking hold of a sleep medication he knew would knock her out! He brought her back a pill and a bottle of cold water, handing it to her. ‘This will help, you won’t be up all night and I have this lotion that should help ease the bruising on your neck…can I?’ He pointed to her throat and Y/n blushed, nodding her head. Sitting on the edge of the bed she pulled her hair into a bun and let him see the marks that had colored significantly since the hospital. ‘How a man does this to his women I will never know. You have wonderful skin, it should never be tainted with bruises.’ He gently rubbed the lotion into her skin and around her eye as well, enjoying being allowed to touch her.

‘Will you put some on my ribs too?’ Klaus nodded, watching as she pulled up his Henley and laid back. He desperately wanted to lean down and press his lips to her stomach, her beautiful untainted skin made him want to touch her everywhere. He took his time rubbing the lotion in everywhere, his cock awakening as he heard her sigh. ‘You’re really pretty. Do you know that? I bet women tell you that a lot.’ He smiled, seeing the sleeping meds beginning to kick in.

‘I’ve been told a time or two. Thank you Princess, you’re very sweet, aren’t you?’ She nodded quickly.

‘Uh huh. I’m the sweetest.’ She giggled and he quickly fixed his shirt to cover his now hard cock in his pajama pants. ‘Why aren’t you married? You’re a sexy doctor, you’re sweet and generous…and rich! Why you got no ring?’

‘Honestly? All of the women I’ve gone out with knew I was a doctor. Most women go out with doctors and only do it for the money. They expect fancy dinners and flowers and gifts and jewelry, they don’t care about me they just want a rich doctor.’ Her face fell instantly and all of a sudden she jumped up, wrapping around his neck and climbing into his lap with her legs around his hips. ‘Oh wow, okay. You’re a lovey little thing when you’re tired, aren’t you?’

‘You’re the sweetest! Why are women so awful!? You should be with a man because he’s wonderful and sweet…then again I moved in with a broke idiot at 17 because I loved him and I didn’t care about money and look at where I am? Mooching off a sexy doctor cause my boyfriend is an abusive fuck face! I’m such an idiot-‘

‘You’re not an idiot. He is for letting you go. I love the fact that you’re not a greedy bitch, you are wonderful and I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.’ Klaus was focused on holding his hips back so that she didn’t feel his hard-on against her pussy. She pulled back from his neck and looked up at him for just a moment before looking up and pressing her lips to his, completely surprising him.

He pressed his lips against hers and pressed his hand to her neck to hold her in place, hearing her moan against his mouth before seeming to realize all at once what she was doing and pulling back with a dark red face, nearly falling onto the floor if he hadn’t grabbed her. ‘Oh God! I’m sorry! Im so sorry Klaus, I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so-‘ He pressed his hand over her mouth to stop her from talking.

‘Stop, it’s okay! It’s alright, I’m not upset. I’ve already told you that I like you. No more worrying, come on, let’s get in bed sleepy girl.’ She laid back on the pillows against her stuffed animal while he spread her new blanket over her. His hand reached up and brushed her hair from her face, seeing her eyes closed and watching her breathing even out as she drifts off, the medication wreaking havoc on her body and pushing her into dreamland. ‘Y/n?’ She didn’t respond to him so he tried again. ‘Y/n? Are you awake?’ Nothing. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her soft lips all over again and just imagining how they would feel around his cock. His hand trailed up her side, caressing her hip and ribs before pushing the shirt over her chest to reveal it to his eyes. ‘Fuck.’ Klaus groaned, hesitating only a second before leaning down and wrapping his lips around her nipple which cause her to gasp and moan a needy moan. Kissing across her breasts to suck on her other rosy nipple before kissing down her bruised ribs and belly until he got to his boxers. ‘Just a taste…just a little taste.’ The boxers came down easily though he froze halfway down as she moaned a bit, her hand moving to squeeze at her own breast in her sleep thanks to his actions. As the boxers got to her knees he looked at her pretty little pussy, spreading her lips apart and leaning down to trail his tongue up her slit, a high pitched moan falling from her perfect lips. ‘So sweet! God I want you to ride my face so fucking badly! Such a pretty little pussy.’ Klaus tried his best to be delicate as he tasted her, caressing her bud with his tongue and instantly becoming addicted to the sweet juices her cunt made especially for him. He pushed his middle finger into her hole and felt how tight she was, he knew that idiot couldn’t have even begun to make her feel good but Klaus knew that he could! He pulled the boxers off the rest of the way before lifting her legs onto his shoulders and burying his face into her pussy knowing that the medication had kicked in enough that she wouldn’t be waking and even if she did, with the high dose he gave her she would just pass it off as a dream.

Her hips began to move against his face after a few moments of him spearing his tongue into her tight hole and her sweet little whimpers had made him harder than he believes he’s ever been in his life. It didn’t take long before her muscles tightened and she came all over his mouth allowing him to clean the rest of her cream from her cunt before pulling away and finally taking a deep breath, resting his head on her thigh.

‘You’re mine now Princess, and I will never let you get away. I’m going to make you all mine.’ He sat up, ripping his pants and boxers away before spreading her legs and resting his cock against her wet slit. ‘I’m going to fuck you so full you’ll be carrying my babies before you know it. Can’t wait to see your belly swell with my child.’ He rocked back and forth, rubbing himself over her, unwilling to fuck her before she was awake to cry out in ecstasy but unable to stop himself from touching her sweet pussy. ‘All mine gorgeous.’ He growled, his hips jerking forward, covering his mouth to stop the loud cry that escaped his lips when he came all over her cunt. ‘Look how beautiful you are. Perfection.’ Grabbing his phone from his pocket he quickly snapped a picture of her like this, breasts exposed under her bunged up shirt, naked from the chest down and covered in his cum on her glistening pussy. ‘By tomorrow you will be beneath me willingly, and I promise you will enjoy every second of it.’

Klaus quickly cleaned her off before redressing her and lifting her from the bed, carrying her into his bedroom and tucking her under the covers beside him. He wrapped around her and before he could move her she snuggled her face into his chest where she comfortably slept for the rest of the night.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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planetgutz · 1 year

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kill bill

✶ content: a little bit of angst ??, makeup sex, vaginal sex, fingering, praise, dirty talk, creampie, the l bomb (a few times cuz im sappy), dom leaning mammon

✶ pairing: ex boyfriend!mammon x fem!reader

you and mammon had broken up about three months ago. you couldn't deal with his constant schemes to further his wealth, some of these schemes even dragging you down with him. the last straw for you came when the avatar of greed suggested to you that the both of you could monetize your sex life, starting an nsfw page on twitter and accepting donations.

you almost couldn't believe what you were hearing. mammon had always told you that you were just his, he wasn't willing to share you with anyone else. this was a major blow to you so you ended the relationship right then and there. you can still remember how mammon tried to act indifferent as if he couldn't care less, as tears welled in his eyes and threatened to spill over. you hadn't spoken to him or any of the other brothers since then, opting to stay with simeon, solomon, and luke for the time being.

"y/n, we know we love you but you can't stay here forever," luke tells you one day while you're brushing his hair. solomon looks up from the book he's reading, obviously amused. you stop brushing luke's hair. "i know that, i just can't bring myself to face any of them still" solomon laughs from his side of the room and you shoot him a death glare.

"it's best to just rip the bandaid off now, diavolo only gave you this accommodation temporarily anyway"

you reflect on this for a moment and can't help but agree. the group of boys had all been so kind to you in your time of need, you didn't want to continue mooching off of them. you pat luke's head and turn back to solomon. "you know, for once, you're actually right, i have to face them, including him" the boys in the room notice the way your expression changes when you mention mammon, even without saying his name.

solomon walks over and places a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "you don't have to leave right away if you don't want to, you're always welcome here" you give him a soft smile and stand to face him and luke. "like you said, it's best to rip the bandaid off now"

the three of you wait until simeon returns to tell him your plans of returning to your original dorm. as sad as he is to see you go, he agrees that its the best for you. the boys help you pack up your things and escort you back to the main dorms.

"y/n, if you want to come back at any point, just call us and we'll come get you right away" simeon tells you, pulling you into a tight embrace. you nod and wave goodbye to the three as you roll your suitcase towards the front door. a foreboding dread looms over you as your hand hovers over the door. so many memories made here, both good and bad. you muster up the courage to knock on the door. you hear rushed footsteps, a crash followed by a loud curse, and then the door swings open.

it's him.

mammon is stunned, probably never expecting to see you again. he's frozen for a moment before collecting himself. "it's uhm good to see ya, mc" you expected it to be this awkward. you nod. "yea good to see you too, mammon, i'm here to move back in" you say, gesturing towards your suitcase. his eyes widen at that for a moment before returning to normal.

"yeah, of course, come right in" mammon steps aside to let you into the house. he leads you to your old bedroom, stopping when the two of you get to the door. you expect the two of you to part ways but instead, he speaks up. "mc, can we talk please?" you blink owlishly at him before nodding and leading him into your bedroom. you both side on your bed, ample distance between each other.

for some reason, all the memories of the things you and he had done in this room come flooding back. hot and intense memories invade your brain, causing you to clear your throat and cross your legs. mammon takes notice of this but doesn't say a word. "so what did you have to talk to me about?" mammon turns to you, deadly serious.

"listen, i know you probably won't forgive me but i'm sorry, i've regretted what i did since you left 'cuz i lost the love of my life"

he pauses.

"i just want you to know that not a day has gone by where i didn't think of ya, mc" he sighs and moves to stand and leave, already anticipating rejection. you reach out and grab his arm. "mc, huh wh-"

you cut him off, slamming your lips against his. the kiss is returned almost instantly, mammon moving to wrap his arms around your waist. he hoists you up and you wrap your legs around his waist, arms locking around his neck. neither one of you comes up for air as he walks over to your dresser and places you on it. his tongue invades your mouth as you both fight for dominance. mammon is the first to pull back, pupils blown wide.

"i'm gonna show ya how much i missed ya"

he roughly drags your sweats down your legs, underwear following soon after. he groans, taking in the sight of your exposed cunt. mammon slides one finger into your tight cunt, causing you to moan. once he deems you loose enough, he slides another finger in. he's curling his fingers just right, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. mammon leans down close to your ear. "tell me how bad ya want me, tell me ya only belong to me, mc"

you grip his forearm, squirming, pleasure becoming intense. your eyes roll back as your orgasm approaches but mammon stops his movements and smacks your thighs. "what did i say, mc?" you're full on desperate now, orgasm ripped away from you.

"please, mammon! i'm all yours, i want you so bad, just please fuck me!"

a smile takes over mammon's face as he pulls his fingers from your cunt. "that's my good girl, i'll give you what ya want now" he unzips his pants, freeing his cock. mammon had always gone commando, a detail you'd almost forgotten. he strokes his cock a few times before angling it against your throbbing hole. you yelp as he begins pushing it inside. he leans over and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "don't worry baby, doing so well for me" you reach your hands out to pull him closer and he obliges, pushing you further up on to the dresser. he bottoms out and gives you a moment to adjust. you begin kissing along his neck and he takes that as a sign that you're ready.

mammon slides all the way out of you before slamming back in. he maintains a steady pace, rocking both of you as you clutch onto him for dear life. "mine, pretty girl, all mine, love you so much" the room is filled with your loud cries and the occasional grunt and whine from mammon. "fuck! mammon mm gonna cum!"

mammon digs his nails into your hips, picking up the pace. "ya gonna cream on my dick, baby?" you nod mindlessly. mammon smirks. "i want ya to cum all over this dick and ima fill ya up, okay? you keep nodding, pressure building. "make sure everyone knows ya belong to me" mammon bites down on the side of your neck, hard. you come undone after this, cumming hard around his cock. mammon finishes not long after, filling you up with his seed. he pulls out, cock coated in the evidence of your lovemaking. mammon's cum begins to drip out of you and onto your dresser and you whine.

mammon moves to pick you up, swooping you up into his arms bridal style. "c'mon mc, lets get ya in a bath" you nuzzle into his neck, already drifting off to sleep. "i missed you, mammon" he laughs. "i missed you too, mc" you yawn, attempting to stretch your legs in his grip. "i love you" you say, finally falling asleep.

"i love you more than you'd ever know"

#om!#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me smut #mammon x reader #mammon obey me #obey me x reader #mammon smut #obey me imagines #obey me mammon x reader #fem!reader #gutzworks

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lunatic-pudge · 6 months

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Scout SFW Alphabet

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(I'm gonna do this for all 9 mercs. I plan to write a Sniper one next. So be on the look out for more of these!)

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A: Affection (How do they show affection? And how affectionate are they?)

Extremely affectionate, loves giving and receiving affection. He's all up in your business 24/7. PDA is an absolute favorite of his cause he gets to love all over you and show others who you belong to

B: Best Friend (What would they be like a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Very loyal best friend. He's a great person to go to if you wanna get away from everything. He's naturally up in everyone's business so it was natural for you two to become friends, bonus points if you like Tom Jones cause he'd get you two VIP tickets to his concerts

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Like affection, he's feral for cuddles. He will try to cuddle you every second he can, especially at night when you two are going for bed. Is the big spoon but secretly wants to be the little spoon. It'd melt his golden retreiver heart

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)

Right now, settling down isn't something on his mind cause of how young he is. He does plan to, just in a few years when he feels comfortable with it. Is not the best with cooking and is decent with cleaning. He tries his best. He tends to be more on the messy side but does make an effort to clean when trying to impress you

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Absolutley horrible at it. He's not good with break ups and struggles with it. Rarely can he bring himself to do it cause he's such a lovesick baby. It'd be quick and he'd immediately leave afterwards. I can see him being the type to snuggle up with a blanket, ice cream, and watching cheesy romcoms to cope

F: Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It'd take a bit for him to have to courage to propose. He'd propose when he's finally ready to settle down. He'd be trying to pull Spy levels of romance for the big night. Poor thing would try to give a hearfelt speech before popping the question but he'd be blushing and stumbling over his words. Would be the type of person to propose with a Ring Pop ring

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Cause he's such a rambunctious fellow, sometimes being gentle isn't easy. It's unintentional though. He's just so hyped up on whatever the hell he's on that he forgets to be gentle. Though, he does know that there are moments when he needs to be, and those moments are good ones. He do be a good person to go to for comfort

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs, they're his drug. He's constantly giving hugs to you. The hugs are as good as they can be for a twink like him. He's thin and lanky so the hugs might not be as comfy like a hug from someone like Heavy would be. I feel like Scout just RADIATES warmth though so hugs from him on a cold day are amazing

I: I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Wants to say it right away but knows he can't. Tries to wait for you to say it first but he might become impatient. But once that barrier is broken, he's saying it constantly. You could be just going to the bathroom and he's holding on to you saying how much he loves you, acting like you're leaving the country. He's very dramatic

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Can get jealous pretty easily. He's insecure and thinks you could do better. He's a pouter. He'll sit around and pout until you go and comfort him. But if he's hammered, he will throw hands at the person while you're trying to pull Scout away

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Constant kisses. Is very much a sloppy kisser. He doesn't mean to be. He just loves you so much and wants to show it. He's a cheek kisser. If he can't kiss you on the lips, then you're cheeks are enduring it. And it isn't just one kiss, it's a barrage of kisses for each cheek. Thank god he doesn't wear lipstick cause your cheeks would be painted red cause of him

L: Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Loves kids. He's basically a big brother to kids. He loves being able to be such an important and guiding figure for them. But I feel that he wouldn't be a good father figure though whenever he has kids. He'd be trying to be his kids' best friend instead of their father. He needs help learning how to be a parent

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings start off with cuddles and trying to convince him to get out of bed and get some breakfast. After breakfast, he goes on a run and would love it if you joined him, it's okay if you don't. But after his run, it's back to cuddling. On days where the mercs don't have to fight, he refuses to get out of bed for the whole day. Preferring to stay locked in his room with you, junk food, and an endless supply of movies to watch

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights can be a little chaotic with Scout. He's still got a lot of pent up energy he needs to expel. When winding down for the night, he likes to snuggle up with you and read some comic books. He loves to be cuddled up, telling stories about the past.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

He's naturally open about almost everything involving himself. The really personal stuff takes time for him to talk about. It might take him a few years before confiding in you about his father and how he's on the fence about whether Spy is or isn't his father

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Surprisingly doesn't get angry quick. It's mainly cause of how self centered and dense he can be. There's two types of angry Scout: the fighter and the pouter (just like when he's jealous). When he mad he doesn't throw hands though, just verbally aggressive unless the person throws the first punch. I feel. But yeah, he's just not someone who gets angry, he's too busy barely having a thought in his head

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Even though the doesn't have a braincell, he's very good at remembering facts and info about you. He's super good at remebering the most some of the most random facts about you. He loves when you try to quiz him of random facts about you

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite memory with you is one of the nights where you two are locked away in his room, suggled together, watching some zombie movie. At some point, you both get distracted and compare hands, noting the differences between each other. While that goes on, Scout's already forming a devious thought of a suprise tickle attack. Pinning you down and tickilng your sides while you're helpless to his attack. Such an innocent and fun moment has his heart in a chokehold

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I'd say he's fairly protective of you. He would be the type of person to bark at people if they look at you the wrong way. Plus he's got his baseball bat, he's got guns, homie's ready to fight for you. He thinks of himself as the dominate one in the relationship so he doesn't expect you to protect him, but when that moment happens, he's melting. He's running to the jewelery store and picking out the most expensive and pretty diamond ring he can find cause that man is marrying your ass right there on the spot

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Literal try hard. Puts a little too much effort into everything. It's the self-consciencous part of him. The part that thinks he's not good enough for you and you'll leave him if he doesn't go all out for everything. Please tell him he's good enough. Plz do something special for him plz

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Again, he doesn't have good self-esteem so plz help him. I feel like he's also someone who bites their nails when anxious. I don't have much to say about this gremlin

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Very big on his looks. You've all seen him oogling his muscles on his Meet The video and how that one moment in Expiration Date where he's gesturing to himself when Spy said he was terrible with women. This man thinks he's a hot shot

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. You're his world and he's dedicated himself to you. He's a wreck when he can't be with you.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

He's a memer. He's making memes contantly. It's an addiction. He's also someone who could quote an entire Spongebob episode, word for word

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't like people who are cold and distant. He's an extovert who needs constant attention and if you can't give that to him, then things won't be able to work out. He's not really an opposites attract person

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He's a restless sleeper. Constant tossing and turning. Also loves to cuddle when sleeping as well. He's a bed and blanket hog so make sure to have an extra blanket... and you might wanna consider getting a big bed like a Wyoming king or an Alaskan king bed

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 scout x reader #i love scout even though he's literally Jerma and that man scares me #:')

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unabashegirl · 9 months

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Enticing 26 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

Author’s note: Ugh! I can’t wait for all of you to read what I have planned for this series. It’s all I think about lately. I’ve even gotten my boyfriend involved. A boyfriend that I have turned into a Harry lover with my own obsession. I confess that I’ve just recently let him into my little secret world. He had been suspicious of it but hadn’t said anything. Last week, I confessed everything to him, and it was such a relief especially because he is now a big supporter of it all. He even gives me ideas. Anyway, enough about me! Let’s get started. Happy Reading everyone!

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It was late, around eleven o’clock when someone knocked on his apartment door. He was dozing off while he read the latest book by his favorite writer. The knock and the ringing of his doorbell startled him. For a moment, he considered not opening the door, but curiosity got the best of him and got him out of bed. As soon as he looked through the peephole, he was frantically trying to open the front door.

“What are you doing here?” Patrick asked Y/N, she looked beaten down and disheveled. Her mascara was running everywhere, and her eyes were red from all the crying that she had done on the ride over.

“C-can I stay here?” He pulled her into the apartment and shut the door before pulling her into a tight hug.

“This is your home. Of course, you can” Patrick kissed the top of her head as he held her tightly and she cried.

Y/N finally felt safe and comfortable. They sat on the couch while she continued to cry. It felt like a nightmare. She felt like time had stopped, and her future was a blur.

“Let me get you something warm to drink” Patrick had never seen her as broken. The last time she had been so broken was when her father had passed away and back then Y/N had been solely consoled by her mother. He started to warm some water for some tea and made sure to bring her a blanket.

“H- He accused me of cheating on him,” she said from the living room while he finished serving two cups of chamomile tea. Patrick frowned, disapproving of her ex-boyfriend’s accusations.

“On what claim?” He asked her as he carefully carried the teacups into the living room. “Weren’t you in Italy?” Y/N nodded and reached out for the tea. She took a sip before continuing.

“James messaged me while we were in Rome.” Y/N confessed which earned a gasp from Patrick, “He wanted to meet up and discuss some things. At first, I ignored him and blocked him from a new profile that he had created on Instagram to reach out to me. But then he texted me”.

“How did he get your new phone number?” Patrick had been very careful to hand out her phone number to people. Ever since the night she left him, Patrick had always asked for authorization when people asked for her phone. “It wasn’t me. I swear”.

“I don’t know, and I know it wasn’t you. I still haven’t been able to figure that part out.” Y/N exhaled loudly, feeling a bit calmer. “Harry freaked out, and after everything that has happened involving Oliver’s mom and his ex”.

“It’s irrational! So, he kicked you out?”

“I left” She confessed, wiping some tears off her face.

“Y/N” he sighed, “why? Didn’t you love him?”

“I did” Y/N’s voice cracked, “I do” she sniffed, “But how can I have a relationship with a man that expects me to trust him with all sorts of women, but when the time comes, he can’t give that sort of trust back to me?”

Patrick knew where she was coming from. James had cheated multiple times on her during her relationship and she had turned a blind eye. Y/N had been a fool in love before.

“I deserve better” She tried to convince herself, “He met up with them, Patrick. He had secret meetings with Ashley, and it wasn’t until Valeria revealed it to me that he confessed to it”. Patrick pouted at his best friend and pulled her into a big hug.

“You are totally right. You deserve better.” Patrick had always thought that Harry was it for Y/N —that he was her forever. He was shocked at the turn of events. It had been very hypocritical on his part to point fingers at Y/N when he had lied to her. “Let’s get your room and bed ready”. He still had a few questions to make, but he could tell that Y/N was done speaking. Patrick also knew that she needed to get some rest. “Would you like me to prepare you a bath?”

“No. I just need to be on my own.”

“I understand” Patrick set her bed up and got new bedsheets and a clean towel. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. He knew that she was in pain and the next few days would be harder for her.

Just as he had predicted, Y/N went through it all. A few days turned into five then into a week. Before he realized a week and a half had passed by since she had arrived that night. Patrick would check on her in the morning and find her sitting on her bed without any sleep. He would make her breakfast and would come back to it barely touched. Y/N barely left her bed unless it was for peeing, taking a shower, or throwing up the food that she had just attempted to eat.

On the fifth day, she finally accepted to take a sleeping fill that Patrick’s psychiatrist had ordered him to take for his insomnia and anxiety. She slept wonderfully until nausea got her straight out of bed. So, Patrick bought her melatonin gummies at the pharmacy and made her chicken soup most of the day since it was all she could keep down.

“Enough! I love you, but you are killing yourself” Patrick cried, he had just arrived from work to find her throwing up in the guest bathroom. It had been two weeks since she had broken up with Harry. “You are going to get up and change, and we are going to go out on a walk.”

“I can’t” she cried, “I can’t go out there, Patrick. Not when every corner of this damn city reminds me of him and of what we could’ve been.”

“No!” He explained, “What’s meant for you will stay and he didn’t! He didn’t fight for you, so you don’t get to lie around and kill yourself slowly. Do you think he stopped going to the office after you left?! No, because people count on him and need him”. He was tired of seeing her so defeated. He missed her. “And I need you!” Patrick slapped his chest with every word, emphasizing how hard it’s been to see her so broken.

Y/N gently sat up on the bathroom floor and flushed the toilet as she looked up at her best friend.

“So, get up! Get ready! We are going out on a walk and getting some Starbucks.”

Y/N eventually got off the floor and took a hot shower. She had lost multiple pounds, enough to allow her to see her hip bones. Her skin was dry and the bags under her eyes made her look unrecognizable. Patrick was right, she thought.

“Ready?” She had dressed in some leggings, vans, and a puffy sweater. It had started getting colder in New York, warning the people that winter was just around the corner, and it was going to be a hard one. Patrick hooked arms with her just as they left the apartment building.

“Isn’t it nice? Didn’t you miss the fresh air?” The trees had started turning, and the leaves had begun to fall. Y/N was quite surprised at how quickly the city had changed in her absence.

“I have,” she said a bit teary eye, and for the first time not about leaving Harry, but about missing life.

After getting their drinks, they sat in Central Park on a bench and enjoyed watching other people walk past them.

“Should have ordered a hot chocolate too or a pumpkin spice” Patrick said as he drank his ice caramel macchiato.

“It’s chilly, and you decided to order a cold drink?” Y/N giggled after sipping her hot chocolate, “You are an idiot” Patrick laughed along, even though his fingers left like icicles against the cold cup.

“You giggled!” He pointed out, it had been a while since he had heard her or seen her smile.

“Thank you” she genuinely thanked him. She suddenly felt emotional and wanted to cry for having such a wonderful friend as Patrick. “Would you like my chocolate?” She offered.

“Is this your way of saying thank you? A Starbucks chocolate?” He gasped, “Outrageous. I deserve much more, but I’ll have some”.

“No, it’s not believe me. I just that I feel nauseous all of a sudden.”

“I thought you were doing better! Stop making yourself sick, Y/N.”

“I am not! Everything has been making me nauseous lately, and I can’t keep anything down”. She confessed, “You thought I was making myself sick?”.

“Don’t be mad about what I am about to say.” Patrick had thought that her nausea had been part of some weird psychological episode caused by her breakup and depression. “What if you are pregnant?”...

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eddsworld | matt/reader SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Matt is super affectionate! He’ll show affection whether it be planting sweet pepper kisses all over your skin while lying on the couch or running up and hugging you from behind while yelling out your name.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Matt would love a best friend who indulges in his hobbies and guilty pleasures, whether it be something like spa days or shopping trips! He would also love someone who would be patient with him, and help him with things he can’t understand at that moment. Matt would first meet you in the mirror section at a local hardware store, accidentally bumping into each other resulting in a few broken mirrors and a few laughs.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I see Matt cuddling very often, he’s not very good at it seeing as he’s tall and lanky but he very much enjoys it. He usually cuddles holding you because of his size but LOVES being held by you, he adores your attention. When he’s holding you though, his chin always rests atop your head.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I could see Matt wanting to settle down! He might be weary at first but he quickly comes around. With the cleaning, besides his room, he’s an expert at it. He makes sure the house is almost always cleaned for you when you get home from work. Sometimes, he goes back into his old habit of buying antiques that clutter your guys’ house but you make sure he sticks to the dedicated rooms and shelves.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

This man would be so ashamed to face you, to the point that he would send a letter to your house and block you on all social platforms. Even sending a text would be too much for him as he could see if you had read it. At least with the letter, he could tell himself you threw it away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As I said, Matt is weary about the commitment at first, the feeling and dread of change scares him. But only for a short moment! Once he talks to you about it, all his worries wash away when he looks at your pretty smile and how excited you are for him to be your husband. He would want to get married straight away after that talk.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he is not very gentle. He has his moments for sure, but usually, he’s a ‘go go go!’ type of person and that includes after a bit into your relationship. Emotionally? I think he will try his very best. When he can recognize them, he takes your emotions seriously and will sit down with you to talk about them.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Matt makes sure to at least give you one big hug every single day, he loves hugging you and he wants to make sure you feel loved by him. His hugs are very long, whether they be from behind while you walk through the house or scooping you up and bringing you to his messy bedroom to cuddle on his bed. Like I said, he’s not very good at cuddling/hugging in general but the both of you don’t really care.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It took him a while to say ‘I love you’ into your friendship because Matt simply does not like change, the thought of changing the way your friendship was and losing you terrified him but he decided to go for it one day from a pep talk with his friends.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh, he’d get jealous so easily, and he gets super jealous (not in a possessive way). Matt calls people out when he’s jealous. And the thing is, sometimes he’ll put himself in danger with his jealousy. Like Matt no, the big muscular guy was not looking my direction, he’s going to beat the shit out of you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Pepper kisses are his specialty, whether it be on your face or your neck, he loves planting small but plentiful kisses all over your body. He also loves kissing you on the lips, but only for short moments. He loves it when you kiss him on the face and lips, ESPECIALLY if you have lipstick or lipgloss on. He’ll admire the lipstick marks for hours in front of one of his mirrors.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s ok with children! Besides the face-painting incident at Easter, he gets along great with them as he lets the wonderlike persona come out. “You saw a fairy around here somewhere? Ooo, let me see!” I can see him wanting lots of children until you sit him down and tell him babies are a lot of work and attention. If you want to have one or two children, that’s fine! If you don’t want any children at all? That’s fine too!

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are busy! Helping you come up with a morning skin routine as he does his own, hour-long showers at your place as he buys the best products for your hair and skin. If you have skin allergies (like I do), he’ll make sure to triple-check each bottle as he hands them to you from the other side of the shower curtain. Oh, and he’ll totally help you pick out an outfit for the day!

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are a bit less busy, he’ll bring over mini foot spa buckets from his house and relax on your couch with you after a long day. He’ll also pull up your hair (if it’s long enough) and help put a mask on your face. After all, a bit of self-care and relaxation is key for a glowing radiance! After your all done with the night routine, he holds out his arms to you for you to fall into his arms on your couch.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

This man is open with you from day ONE. He tells you everything whether it be the lady in front of him in the grocery store gave him a funny look or one of his roommates/friends was calling his antiques junk again. This also includes things about himself, he’ll tell you that day if he’s not feeling good about himself (which is actually more common than you think) and hope you can help.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Matt has no patience whatsoever, but he rarely ever gets angry angry. He might get irked when your food is late at a restaurant but will calm down after you speak to him that it’s been only 20 minutes. He never gets angry with you, only with the people around you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

I’d like to think he tries super hard to remember everything you tell him, whether it be your likes and dislikes, your taste in fashion, music taste, etc. He doesn’t get it right every time but hey, it’s the thought that counts right?

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves to constantly think about the moment when you first said ‘I love you’. Sure, he had said it multiple times to you at that point, but to finally hear it come out of your lips without him having to say it first? Lives in his head rent free.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s protective of you, for sure. Not overly protective but will glare at someone and call them out if (he thinks) they look at you funny. He would protect you by stepping in front of you, arms sprawled out as he would say something like, “Hey buddy, that’s MY partner! Figure out how to get your own!” Matt would love to be protected by you, blushing and kicking his feet like a school girl as you did so.m

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Matt puts all his efforts into everything in your relationship, whether it be fancy nights at dinners or hundreds of your favorite flowers delivered to your apartment’s doorstep. For anniversaries, only the finest for you! Especially if it’s his proposal, he will make sure everything goes right that night (with the help from his friends of course).

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

His refusal to listen to you when he’s being told he’s wrong about something, Matt does NOT like being told he’s wrong or constructive criticism in general.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Matt is VERY concerned with his looks, as we all know of course. Getting cleaned up for dates doesn’t exist because he’s ALWAYS cleaned up.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Before meeting you, he kind of laughed at the idea of other people needing their partner to feel whole. After all, all he needs is himself, right? Well, that mindset has been completely destroyed by your presence. Matt IS lost and only half of him without you. You are his rock.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Matt has a small picture framed of you he carries around in his overcoat pocket wherever he goes, and of course he keeps it next to a picture of himself but those two pictures are what get his day going and keep him motivated.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Matt would not like someone who would criticize and put him down all the time. It would be fine if you criticized him for his well-being of course, but someone who would make fun of him all the time is a no-go.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Matt’s sleeping habits are all over the place, one day he’ll sleep in, and the next he’ll wake up at the crack of dawn. The man has no sleep schedule whatsoever. One thing is for sure however, he needs you in his arms to fall asleep.

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kybelles · 9 months

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in which babianos gets his heart broken

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A peal of laughter, quickly followed by the sound of running; distract Theomedes from the report he’s been reading for the past ten minutes. He blinks and casually leans off the balcony. The noise belongs to a sight he became accustomed to recently.

Next to him, Konstantin makes a tiny noise of disapproval. “I can warn them off if you wish, Exalted.”

Theomedes huffs a slight chuckle. “What is the point? They will behave for five minutes and then it’ll start over again.”

Konstantin looks a bit exasperated. “I assure you, I didn’t expect this kind of behavior when I brought my boy to the palace. He is usually much more serious.”

“Well, my boy has the ability to charm even the toughest people,” Theomedes says, pride coloring his voice. “So I can’t say I’m surprised.”

After a brief moment of Damen whispering something into the ear of Nikandros, they start running barefoot again; this time in the direction of trees.

Konstantin isn’t merely lying about his son’s character to excuse his recent adventures with Damen. The first time Nikandros arrived to be presented properly in front of Theomedes, he introduced himself with perfect manners and showed utter respect. Then Damen, who was almost vibrating with excitement, stepped forward and caught Nikandros’s hands.

“Greetings, Nikandros of Dice!” he exclaimed in front of the whole palace. “You and I are going to be best friends!”

Thus, they quickly became best friends indeed. Theomedes felt a bit of guilt when it became crystal clear just how much Damen needed someone closer to his age. They became so inseparable that it almost felt like they blurred into one child: Damen and Nik. Nik and Damen. Damenandnik.

It also brought warmth to his heart to see the affection Nikandros held for Damen was genuine and not borne out of some obligated loyalty. Theomedes knows his boy made a friend for life.

“Gods help me,” Konstantin is saying when Theomedes focuses on the present again. “Are they climbing on a tree?”

Indeed, they are climbing on one of the larger trees with the easy elegance of lions who survey the land for prey. Konstantin lets out a long sigh. “Should I put an end to this? If they fall–”

“No need.” Theomedes points at the muscular slaves who are standing nearby. “If they fall, they can be caught easily.” He raises his voice. “Damianos?”

Both children whip their head to look at the direction where the noise came from. Nikandros’s arms wobble considerably when he realizes it’s the king who spoke but he regains his balance easily. Damen is, unsurprisingly, unfazed. “Sire?” he calls back.

“May I ask what the two of you are doing?”

Damen gives him a look like he thinks his father is particularly dense. “Looking for Veretian soldiers, obviously.”

“Care to elaborate?”

It’s Nikandros who speaks this time. “We’re making a plan to take back Delpha, Exalted.”

“Oh?” Theomedes asks pleasantly. “Now that is something I must certainly listen to. Would you soldiers want to join me for supper?”

Nikandros has to leave, eventually.

Damen handles it with all the grace that can be expected from a five year old. He doesn’t cry when they bid Konstantin’s family farewell but his lower lip wobbles repeatedly. Once it’s time to say goodbye to Nikandros, he throws all the properties Theomedes knows Hypermenestra and his tutors taught him before aside and wraps his arms around Nikandros, clinging. Whatever he’s murmuring to the other boy has Nikandros patting his back gently, his own serious face creased with a frown. They stay like that until Kastor takes a step forward and touches Damen’s shoulder.

At supper that night, Damen barely touches his food. Even when they bring his favorite juicy apricots.

Hypermenestra takes a look at his full place, face concerned. “Your food will cry after you if you leave it untouched, Damen.”

Damen is slouched in his chair, looking absolutely miserable. “I know you’re lying to me, Nessa. I don’t believe you.”

Kastor takes a crunchy bite from a pear. “You’re right. What will happen is that this apricot’s soul will visit you tonight in your sleep and haunt you if you don’t eat it.”

“I don’t believe you either.” Damen says quickly but his hand sneakily snatches up a piece of apricot.

Theomedes rubs his temple briefly, wishing it would erase the headache he can feel building. “Kastor, stop frightening your brother. Damen, eat your food. Nikandros will come back in a few months.”

Apparently it was all it took to set Damen off because he swallows his fruit and looks at Theomedes with accusing eyes. “Six months! That’s half a year, baba! How am I supposed to endure it until then?” His lip quivers again and this time, a sob escapes from his mouth. He turns his teary eyes to Hypermenestra. “I feel like my heart is breaking into pieces! Can a person die because of a broken heart?”

Keep him safe, a woman’s raspy voice whispers. Love him. Love him so much.

A memory. Egeria, untangling herself from his embrace in the middle of the night and stepping into the balcony for some fresh air. Theomedes, following after her like a sailor follows a siren. Egeria’s belly swollen with their unborn baby, her thin silk nightgown clinging into her skin, her skin glowing with both sweat and health.

You never looked more beautiful, Theomdes said unthinkingly as he stared at her. Egeria smiled cheekily at him, her dimple showing, hazel eyes shining with mischief. Flattery will get you nowhere when I’m this big, Exalted.

And then. The baby came too early.

Promise me he’ll be okay, Egeria whimpered as she continued to bleed and bleed. One of her hands was clutched in Theoemedes’s hand and his tears were blurring his vision. He kissed her knuckles, over and over again, until her last breath. I promise.

Theoemedes doesn’t recall a worse heartbreak he’s experienced than Egeria’s death but in the end, he survived. For his country and his family. For his motherless infant son.

He rouses up from his memories and notices Hypermenestra’s pained eyes on him. He can’t help but wonder if she remembered the same thing just now.

It was her hand, after all, the one who held Egeria’s other hand.

“No, you won’t die from a broken heart, my prince.” Hypermenestra says softly yet firmly. “Feeling upset is a natural part of growing.” Her face softens. “However, you may go to sleep tonight earlier, if you don’t wish to dine anymore.”

He’s out of his seat the second she is done with her sentence. Theomedes sighs heavily as he makes a move to follow him, or at least send someone after him, when Kastor raises a hand and gets up as well. “I’ll deal with it. Curse of being an older brother.”

Every friday, Theomedes takes Kastor and Damen with him for a ride around the capital; to see how the cityfolk are doing, to listen to their issues and requests. He’s been doing it with Kastor since his oldest turned three and two years ago, he started to bring Damen along as well. Next year, Damen will finally have his own horse instead of sitting in front of Theomedes.

Today, only Kastor shows up for their planned outing and just like Theomedes, he looks puzzled by the lack of Damen around. He rolls his eyes a moment later. “That silly boy cried into my lap for hours last night. He’s probably still asleep.” A frustrated sigh. “I’ll go get him.”

“No.” Theomedes says, barely missing a beat. “After the tantrum of yesterday, it’s best if he gets some sleep. It’s not the end of the world if he misses one day.”

So they set off together; him, Kastor and a handful of soldiers. Theomedes doesn’t know if it’s vanity, but he never takes a lot of protection with him when he does these weekly outings. His people love him as a leader and he wants to believe he can take out a few assassins if it ever comes to that.

It’s going smoothly, as it always does, when a ruckus breaks out behind them, prompting the soldiers. Tensing, Theomedes extends a protective arm in front of Kastor.

Everything happens so quickly. Out of nowhere, a small hand clings to Theomedes’s chiton. His horse startles so badly that it makes a move to rear up. Horrified, Theomedes realizes the hand belongs to Damen and his boy will get hurt badly in a–

A pair of strong arms snatch Damen from the ground in one rough movement and Theomedes hastily moves away his horse, petting his neck to calm him down.

“You idiot!” Kastor exclaims in pure fury, shaking Damen’s shoulders. “Why would you do–”

“Why did you leave me behind?!”

Damen’s entire riding outfit is messily worn, as if he’s dressed himself in the dark, with no help from his slaves. His face is as red as the royal Akielon color and his eyes are wide with anger and disappointment. Distantly, Theomedes realizes almost half of his household have followed him and are now panting as they try to catch their breath. The chaos is mostly settled.

Kastor sends him a deadly look. “What?”

��Is this what duty means to you?” Damen’s furious eyes are going between Kastor and Theomedes. “We’re supposed to do this together and you left me behind!”

For a moment, nobody speaks. Then, Theomedes runs a hand over his face. “Damianos. You’ll be the death of me one day.”

Immediately, Damen’s righteous anger disappears in a smoke and he makes an upset noise. “Baba, don’t say things like that.”

Theomedes reaches out and takes him from Kastor’s arms, putting him in front of the horse like he always does. “We won’t leave you behind again,” he says as Damen sinks into his arms. “But if you do something like this again, I’ll forbid you from eating an apricot for a week.”

“That’s fair.”

#i really liked writing this one ngl #baby damenik is a concept i adore #captive prince #babianos #idil writes

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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corey loves when you tell him you love him. it’s makes his heart swell and his cock hard. he’s so desperate for love and affection because he’s been alienated by everyone in town and of course his mom sucks. so he sometimes convinces himself you don’t mean it, you’re just saying it to make him feel better. but when you’re both in his bed, you on top of him, hands on his chest and in his hair with his cock inside you, making yourself feel good, and you tell him you love him over and over again, he believes it. and it makes his head spin that he’s the one making you feel like this, that he’s the one that does this to you, and it’s enough to bring him to tears. and he can’t help but wrap his arms around you and pull you from sitting up to laying on his chest and you’re kinda confused but then he starts fucking you slow and deep and honestly you don’t waste time on wondering when he feels so good

ugh and his rough hands are rubbing along your back, up and down and in a circular motion, until they eventually settle on your hips where he grips until you feel like he’s pinching you and it starts to hurt a bit. but even then it feels so good. he feels so good.

he’s driving his hips up into you and pulling you down to meet his thrusts and his head is rested on your shoulder then the crook of your neck and you can feel your skin getting wet with salty tears.

he’s mumbling and whispering little words of praise, trying to reciprocate your loving speech but he’s so fucked out that everything is broken up with little whines and moans. (“i-i. i l-love, holy fuck, i love yo-, fuck you feel so good.”)

you understand anyway, tightening your hold on his hair with one hand (he moans extra loud then) and fisting the pillow behind him with the other, your nails digging into the material until you can almost feel them against your hand.

you grind, pushing and pulling your hips in time with corey. it’s just a bit messy and uncoordinated, but neither of you care at this point because you’re making each other feel good. you’re babbling over the other, trying to express the amount of love you have in your chest and make the growing fire in your lower belly’s known.

#:(((#won’t him so bad #my little meow meow #corey cunningham #coreysworld!#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham smut #corey cunningham x you

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bugs1nmybrain · 1 year

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Things L Would Do When He’s In Love

I want to preface this post with a thought that plagues me a lot. Sometimes I struggle to think that L could ever feel love for someone. He’s very closed off and is untrusting of people, so falling in love seems like a reach for his character. HOWEVER, I’ve broken a lot of rules about L’s canon character throughout my posts (such as L having sex, considering the creators said themselves they couldn’t imagine L having intercourse). So let me be delusional.

Warnings: Absolute fluff, L is a little questionable

Love is such a foreign feeling to L. It scares him, if he’s honest. L is someone who’s been a calculated person, driven by logic for his entire life. For an irrational emotion such as love to come up makes him so confused.

When he starts to like you even just a bit, he’s actually a bit of an asshole. Condescending, even. And of course, he’s going to play some manipulation tactics to see if he can uncover aspects of your personality you wouldn’t admit to him

Once he deduces that you’re worth taking that leap with, he quickly moves to the opportunity.

Like I said he’s an asshole, but in the same regard, he’s an absolute sweetheart!!!

He likes to blow his wallet on you (not that he’ll ever run out of money). If he knows you’ve been looking for something or a certain form of merchandise you like having, he’ll get it for you with no hesitation. He loves giving you presents and seeing your face light up when you receive them.

Surprisingly enough, he’s pretty affectionate!!

It takes him time to grow comfortable with it, but once he is, he struggles keeping his hands off of you.

He loves it when you sit in his lap. He’ll stroke your hair, often tucking it behind your hair while he gives you a gentle kiss.

Loves nuzzling his face into your neck. Do the same to him, he loves that just as much.

He’s not a huge fan of PDA only because he doesn’t like standing out in public, but he likes to hold your hand. He’ll stroke your palm with his thumb and squeeze it softly.

Good luck getting this insomniac to sleep with you, but he’ll happily volunteer to hold you close until you drift off to sleep. He likes to breathe in the scent of your shampoo while you fall to sleep. A lot of playing with your hair in the process and rubbing your back.

He likes making sure you’re taken care of. If he notices you’re falling behind on sleep or eating properly, he’ll make sure that this gets corrected.

If he ever hears your stomach grumbling he’ll get up immediately and bring you back a whole ass meal.

On the topic of eating, he loves sharing his sweets with you!!! He expects you to. Taking trips to the bakery or going to an ice cream shop are some of his favorite ways to spend time with you.

He’s kind of weird with the way he talks to you. Sometimes he’s incredibly blunt to you to the point where it stings, but other times he’ll straight up lie to you if he believes it will benefit him or even you.

There’s no way in hell you’re as smart as him. He can find this a little annoying because there are times when you can’t meet him where he’s at. But honestly, he thinks it’s cute. It gives him a sense of power and also makes him feel protective of you.

He’ll use your stupidity to his advantage, what ever way he decides it will benefit him

He thinks you’re so so so cute. He stares when he finds himself in a moment when he especially thinks you’re adorable. He’s not shy about it either, often telling you upfront, “You’re beautiful, you know that right?”

You look like a doll to him.

He’s not insecure per se, but sometimes it confuses him that such a cute person took an interest in him. He’s very aware that he’s not conventionally attractive.

If you tell him that he’s cute, he’s taking full advantage. He’ll do the silliest things or show you affection just because he knows that you find it endearing. He loves seeing your reaction.

When you’re doing nothing in particular he’ll come up next to you and plant an unexpected kiss on your cheek.

He’s counting on the adorable reactions that you give him in those moments.

He loves kisses. Gentle or passionate. He needs you so carnally sometimes and all he wants is to show you his love through physical affection.

L isn’t emotionally vulnerable. If you are, however, he’s receptive. He’s not a coddler, but he’ll actively try to distract you from the negative emotions you may feel. This may be through cake or doing your favorite activity together.

He loves doing activities that involve strategy with you. Puzzles, chess, the like. He’ll do hobbies that you enjoy as well.

I’d really like to see L play a video game with you. It’s not something that is expected from him, but I just know he’d be great at playing video games. He’ll beat your ass, too.

He also likes to teach you things. One of his favorites is different languages. He’s fluent in multiple languages and considers it an essential skill.

He’s not shy about saying “i love you.” He doesn’t say it constantly, because he likes seeing you blush when he says it. He doesn’t want to spoil it.

But sometimes he uses it as a weapon.

If you get into an argument, he’ll pull out the whole, “that’s a shame because I love you.”

Asshole.

He calls you by pet names often. His favorites are “my love” and “darling.”

It’s so sweet to hear him say them.

“Would you like to spend some time with me, my love?”

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

He loves you. It’s hard to say if his definition of love is genuine, but in his own way, he does love you.

#l lawliet #l lawliet headcanons

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megalony · 8 months

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Bound To Her

This is a Jonah Hauer-King imagine, requested by Nina, I hope you like it lovely, thank you for the amazing request and lovely feedback.

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Summary: Jonah is broken when (Y/n) needs to take a break from their relationship and he has to find out why. He can't survive without her. (Little bit of angst and fluff to make up for it in the end)

Enjoy.

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"Dear God, how long have you been here?" Something akin to fear shook through Alex's voice when his eyes set upon one of his oldest friends.

Jonah did not look good.

The colour beneath his eyes was a dark shade of purple like wild berries with streaks of red slashing through. He couldn't keep either of his eyes open fully, they were half lidded and drooping down, raged with lack of sleep and too much alcohol. Jonah's complexion wasn't much better, his pale skin was verging on grey and his usually bright crimson lips were a faded shade of pink with white cracks slitting through them that disappeared when enough alcohol coated his lips.

Compared to normal, sitting here at the bar, Jonah didn't look his usual height. He looked like he would barely scrape five foot five with the way his back was arched, his shoulders were hunched and his long legs were hidden beneath the bar.

Both his hands were cradling an empty shot glass and the pad of his fingers were running around the rim, caressing it gently.

"A while,"

"Well I could guess that. Come on, I think you've had more than enough."

He didn't know what he had signed up for when he agreed to pick Jonah up from the bar. He thought he would just be ferrying his tipsy friend home and making sure he actually got through the front door in one piece. Now he could see Jonah, he knew that wasn't going to be the case.

How could Alex take him home and leave him alone like this? what if he tripped going up or down the stairs or fell and hurt himself? What if he passed out or threw up and couldn't look after himself?

"Do you wanna come stay at mine for the night?"

"I want (Y/n)," Her name rolled off the tongue like it was meant to be spoken by his lips only. It was so natural and free and loving and just her name made Jonah's eyes water and turned his world on its axis when he stood up.

He could hear the sigh that Alex let out before he felt his friend wrap an arm around his torso to keep him upright when it looked like he was about to keel over.

"I know, mate."

"No, t-take me to her, now."

"Is that a good idea?" Alex didn't know the ins and outs of what had happened almost a month ago. All he had gathered from two of his closest friends was that they were on some kind of break, and not by Jonah's voice.

Everything had shattered around him when (Y/n) said she needed a break. Jonah didn't know why. He didn't know what he'd done or what he could do to improve it and bring (Y/n) back. She was the only one for him, she was the light at the end of the tunnel, the person who understood him when others overlooked him. (Y/n) was home and Jonah couldn't cope without her. The longer he stayed away from her, the worse he started to feel until alcohol was the only thing that numbed the tears and the throbbing in his head.

He didn't know what he was meant to do anymore. Jonah couldn't operate without (Y/n). He woke up every morning broken and aching when he realised the bed was cold and empty beside him. He could barely contain his anguish when he stared at his phone and realised it was never (Y/n) calling or texting him.

He scrolled through their pictures and begged to rewind time and go back to the moments captured on his phone.

What did he do wrong?

"It's okay, I'll walk there." Jonah started veering to the left when he tried to walk without letting his weight fall on Alex but he stopped when he felt his friend grab his upper arm and pull him back.

He would walk the distance, he would walk all night if he had to so he could see (Y/n) and if she shut the door in his face he would sit on the doorstep and wait. He would wait until the world ended if he had to, but Jonah had to see her.

"Alright, alright. Where is she?"

Alex would never forgive himself if he let Jonah stumble off, intoxicated and confused like this. He would get himself run over or fall in an alley or get mugged. At least if Alex drove him and (Y/n) didn't want to see him, Alex could then take him home and make sure he was alright.

It didn't take long to get to (Y/n)'s sister's house where she had been staying since the break between her and Jonah.

Both men were more than relieved when (Y/n) opened the door, wrapped up in a jumper with bleak, tired eyes that awakened with worry when she realised who was here.

“I'm sorry, he was determined to see you.” There was an apologetic yet worrying look in Alex’s eyes which resonated throughout his posture. He had one of Jonah's arms slung over his shoulders and about half of his weight resting on him. He was the pillar keeping Jonah from collapsing on the doorstep and he knew if he let his friend go, he would fall down and not get up until the sun shone in the sky.

"Come in."

Both of them were surprised when (Y/n) opened the door and beckoned them to follow her inside. Alex had been prepared to take Jonah back to his house for the night and Jonah had been ready to sit and wait here for the rest of the night until he sobered up and (Y/n) decided she wanted to see him.

"He's had quite a lot to drink by the look of him." Alex stuffed his hands into his pockets, silently looking between (Y/n) and Jonah, unsure what he was supposed to do now.

Just one look at Jonah had tears welling up in (Y/n)'s eyes and a sadness brewing in her heart when he slumped down onto the sofa. He folded in on himself like a piece of paper, arching his back and pushing his head down to rest on his knees with his hands knitted into the hair at the back of his head.

He knew he was a mess, but he didn't care. All he cared about was (Y/n).

"Thanks for looking out for him, it's late, you should go home. I'll take care of him."

"Thank you,"

(Y/n) leaned over and indulged in a small hug with Alex before she saw him out. There was no point him staying and babysitting Jonah when (Y/n) could take care of him perfectly fine on her own. He wasn't a handful, he wasn't slurring or shouting or crying, he was a sombre mess and as heartbreaking as it was, (Y/n) could do this.

"Are you okay?" (Y/n) rested her hand on Jonah's back and started to rub soothing circles but she was taken by surprise when he leaned over and shifted his head onto her lap instead. His hands grabbed at her thighs as if to steady and ground himself and his breaths were hot and wet against her bare legs.

"I can't cope without you. I just needed to see you again, hear your voice… touch you again."

"I'm sorry," She could feel Jonah groaning into her skin before he slowly pulled his head up so he could look at her.

His deep green eyes were blown wide, presumably from the alcohol he'd been consuming all night, but there was a gleam in them that always made (Y/n) go weak at the knees. And when she looked down to his pale lips and saw his tongue darting out to wet them, she could feel everything stirring inside her, about to come bubbling up to the surface.

"I don't want you to be sorry, I just want you."

The alcohol was giving him the courage he hadn't had in weeks. It gave him the ability to speak to her when before, all he could do was stare at her picture and wish his thoughts could telepathically register with her. Looking at (Y/n) only broke his heart and she stole his ability to speak without meaning to. With liquid courage Jonah could try and talk to her after weeks of silence that was quickly killing him.

"I know…"

What was she supposed to say? What should she do?

He was drunk, he wasn't going to remember this conversation in the morning and he probably won't remember how he got here or what happened tonight. Having a serious conversation with him wasn't going to work, it wouldn't help either of them when (Y/n) was conflicted and Jonah was intoxicated.

But that still didn't help (Y/n) work out what she should do, right in this very moment. With Jonah looking at her like that and gliding his hand up and down her thigh, he made it very hard to think straight.

"What did I do wrong?" Something snapped inside (Y/n)'s stomach like an elastic band had been stretched too far and broken, shooting right through her heart and lungs.

She never meant for Jonah to think or feel like he had done something wrong, that wasn't her intention and that wasn't what happened. If she'd of known that was what he had been thinking this last month, she would have tried to speak to him. (Y/n) would have visited him and sought him out sooner if she'd of known he thought he had done something wrong.

He could never do anything that would make her leave.

(Y/n)'s hand started to shake when she reached up to cup his face and she could feel the tears starting to fall when he gripped her wrist tightly like it was his lifeline.

"Oh Jonah, honey, it wasn't anything you did, I promise."

The way she said his name had shivers rocketing down his spine and a fire igniting in his stomach.

"Then why did you go? Please tell me. I refuse to believe you don't love me anymore… and if it wasn't something I did, then I don't know what it was." Even though he was still highly drunk and some of his words started to slur and slow, he talked as if he was only the tiniest bit tipsy and not fully sloshed and inhibited with alcohol.

Maybe it was time to talk to him, set things straight between them. After all, (Y/n) wasn't sure she could stay away from Jonah any longer and he didn't seem like he was going to budge, drunk or sober.

Maybe if she told him, he wouldn't recall their conversation in the morning. She might just get away with clearing it all off her chest and having the slate be wiped clean when they woke in the morning. Things could change and move forward and she wouldn't have to torment herself any more or fear about hurting him.

"I didn't want to hurt you, I thought a break would calm me down and let me sort things out, put things right. If I'd of known you felt like this I would never have stayed away but I couldn't hurt you any more."

"Why would you hurt me?"

"Because I was scared… Darren was getting too close and I- when I pushed him away he kept coming back. He had wandering hands that never stopped and he said if I told anyone, everyone would just think I cheated."

The way Jonah slumped back against the sofa looked like (Y/n) had cocked back and slapped him.

She should have told him.

How could he help her if he didn't know what was going on? How could he protect her if she didn't talk to him and instead chose to shut him out because she thought it would help him. (Y/n) didn't have to protect him, she didn't have to save him from any pain because the only pain Jonah couldn't withstand was being away from her. This month had proved that. He could take anything but (Y/n) being torn away from him, that was his cryptonite.

"I broke us off so he couldn't threaten to tell you anything and I could get rid of him."

"Sweetheart, you need to know that I think so highly of you… but you don't have to protect me when you're the one getting hurt."

Jonah moved before (Y/n) could register what was happening.

His hand swiftly glided up her thigh and beneath her shorts until he could grip the soft flesh of her hip. He leaned forward and smashed his lips against hers before the alcohol washed away the little bit of courage he had and his unsteady balance caused him to lean into (Y/n) until she fell back. Her back hit the cushions and Jonah swallowed the surprised squeak she emitted while he steadied himself with his other hand pressed down beside her head so all of his weight didn't collapse onto her.

Part of him knew he should pull back, apologise and leave, but the other part of him, the selfish side told him to keep going. And he was only encouraged further when (Y/n) hooked her legs around his hips and let him lean into her and mould his hips against hers.

How could he turn away when she tasted so good? How could he force himself to leave when (Y/n) was his home and she was letting him get his foot back in the door?

"You've no idea how much I've missed you." He whispered each word against her sugary lips, barely parting enough to speak before he devoured them again. Too afraid to pull back fully and never taste her lips again. There were never going to be enough words in the world for him to describe how broken he felt or how horrible his misery had made him when he let her walk away.

Jonah didn't think he would survive losing (Y/n) a second time.

"I think I do."

(Y/n) kissed the corner of his mouth before she cupped his face between her hands and smoothed her thumbs over his flushed cheeks. She took a moment to commit his face to memory, to see the way his eyes sparkled with haze and lust and how his lips parted, eager to kiss her again and again until he passed out.

"Don't leave me again,"

The tender smile that pulled at her lips made Jonah feel weak and he didn't want to kiss those lips again just yet, he didn't want to risk breaking that smile which sent his heart rocketing in his chest. Instead, he let his chest lean down onto hers and attached his lips to her neck like a vampire starved for centuries.

In that moment, with Jonah's teeth biting to bruise her skin and his hands roaming every inch of her that he could grab at, (Y/n) knew she was done for.

She knew right then that she couldn't push Jonah away anymore, not when it was killing both of them to be apart and now they had collided together, nothing was going to stop him. He wouldn't leave her, couldn't leave her. He loved her too much to let her walk away a second time and (Y/n) couldn't break her own heart and leave him again.

The break between them hadn't been permanent, and now it was over.

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"Are you thirsty?" (Y/n) felt Jonah's arms binding around her waist and his fingers splaying out over the front of her hips like he was about to pull her into a dance. His face tucked into the crook of her neck and her knees all but buckled when he bit down on the spot just behind her ear.

She barely managed to nod in response, feeling a hum vibrate from his lips through her neck before he gently turned her around and started to walk towards the table in the far corner.

His lean chest glued up against (Y/n)'s back and every inch of him pressed into her as they walked in sync, one foot in front of the other as if they were one person. Reaching down, (Y/n) held onto Jonah's arms before she turned her head to nuzzle her face against his curls and breathe in his scent.

They hadn't been here at the party for very long and (Y/n) was sure they wouldn't be here for much longer, either. Not with the way he was clinging to her and the force he kissed her with.

When they reached the table, (Y/n) reached out and grabbed two plastic cups filled with whatever alcohol was in the punch bowl. She could feel Jonah nudging her hair back over her shoulder so he had better access to her neck and it made her shiver. She could barely put one foot in front of the other when he growled quietly against her and the vibrations radiated through her back and shook her lungs in her chest.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

His arms stayed deadlocked around her waist while they walked slowly back towards the other room so they could sit down with Alex and a few other friends they had tagged along with tonight. But (Y/n)'s brain wasn't registering where they were going or what they were doing, she just let Jonah be her guide while she concentrated on walking properly and breathing slowly. If he carried on like this she was going to jump him.

"Wanna sit down?" (Y/n) felt how raspy her voice was and how quietly she spoke but she knew Jonah heard her when she felt him nod into the crook of her neck.

(Y/n) kept tight hold of the cups when Jonah suddenly spun round and flopped down onto the sofa, tugging her with him until she landed with a thud on his lap and some of the alcohol sloshed out of the cup and spilt onto her hand and his jeans.

He knew she was part-way drunk when she laughed instead of cursed at the spillage.

Slouching down, Jonah shimmied a little on the sofa until his back was arched down and he could spread his legs out, easily fitting (Y/n) on his lap with her legs dangling between his. His arms stayed bound to her waist and he perched his chin on (Y/n)'s shoulder so he could take a large swig of his drink before he let (Y/n) put it on the coffee table in front of them that his knees were bumping into.

Neither of them could concentrate on whatever it was Alex was ranting happily about. He could have been talking about the end of the Earth and they would have just smiled and nodded along. They were too amused by each other to bother taking a big interest in his drunk ramblings.

Biting her lip, (Y/n) tilted her head down a little when Jonah gently swept her hair over her shoulder before he attached his lips to the top of her neck just below her hairline.

He made a slow, wet trail down her neck, kissing over each column of her spine before a finger hooked in the top hem of her dress so he could pull it down and continue his trail.

(Y/n) sipped her drink, doing her best to concentrate on each gulp she downed and control herself so she didn't end up choking in front of everyone when Jonah decided to graze his teeth against her spine to wind her up. But when she felt his free hand suddenly pull up the hem of her dress, (Y/n) held her plastic cup against her lips to hide her grin from prying eyes and disguise her bush from her friends sitting around her.

She tried to stay still and act unaware, she really did, just to see what Jonah would do and how far he would go. And he kept going. His fingers dug tighter into her dress until he was about to put holes through the thin material and he raked it up her leg agonisingly slowly. He pulled it until her dress was bunched around her waist and he was about to keep going before (Y/n) realised her underwear was about to be on display.

Leaning forward, (Y/n) put her cup down before she turned herself around on his lap. Her knees dug into his hips, creating a hissing burn in his sides that only made him grin and her arms looped around his neck so she could tug his hair and tilt his head back to make him look up at her.

"You're insatiable, you know that?"

"Only when it comes to you," His hands found her waist again and he scrunched up her dress in his tight fists when (Y/n) barely let her lips touch his before she took his lower lip between her teeth.

"Get a room! You can't do it down here in front of everyone, you know." Alex nudged Jonah's shoulder but he barely felt the light impact. His eyes were enraptured by the girl sitting on his lap.

"Good idea," Jonah mumbled against (Y/n)'s lips, letting go of her dress so his hands could hold her bum while he shuffled to the edge of the sofa and sat upright.

He was bored by this party already, and he knew (Y/n) felt the same. It was time to find a vacant room upstairs or get a taxi home and continue this in private.

He had her back, and he wasn't letting her go. Not for anything in the world.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

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