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st4rgzer · 3 days

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now playing…FORTNIGHT (spencer reid)

-“ˈfɔːtnaɪt: a period of two weeks”-

summary: in which your unlawful affair with fbi agent spencer reid must come to an end

genre: angst, flashback of fluff

cw!: allusions to cheating, kissing, inappropriate innuendos

a/n: this is acc so long but i promise its worth the read, first of many to come!

you watched as spencer methodically fiddled with his tie, a sign that no matter how loose he’d get it to be, it felt like he was choking. you grinned reminiscent, this had brought back to your mind the memory of your first date with him. except he had shorter, neater hair and a less bitter smile.

“how’s your wife” you said, pettiness laced in your words. your arms crossed over your chest, putting up invisible walls, distancing yourself mentally from him. pretending you weren’t thinking about how pretty he’d look under you.

“she’s…well.” he had given you a short, wary response. his eyes studied your face, landing on your lips, he licks his. most likely, he was trying to memorize everything, as if you were a fleeting moment. but you were. you were uncertain about his intents when his eyes wandered for a few seconds.

“how’s dan?” the word ‘dan’ came out with a petulant smile, and sour tone. flourishing the little likeness he had toward him.

the conversation bored you out of your mind. he was holding back. he could’ve said about a million things by now but he chose to keep silent, neglecting your tortured heart even more.

“i think he’s cheating on me, though im still not sure. but i have strong points on the subject, good reasoning” you say dismissively, looking down at your nails. the issue didn’t seem to faze you. after all, some could say you had committed certain behaviors that could allude as cheating.

spencer tried to bite back the grin that was forming on his face, he looked down to try and conceal it.

“i’m sorry about that…” his tone seemed untruthful. he wasn’t sorry about it, because he knew the things he’d done with you while both of you had a ring on your fingers.

you gnawed on your bottom lip. thinking of an ingenious comment that would make him laugh. a quip to start some friendly fire. something that could break through the crushing tension that lingered between the both of you, like thick vines wrapped around your neck, making you unable to speak.

‘i love you, it’s ruining my life’ was all that your brain could come up with, but of course, this wasn’t exactly the best thing to say given the setting and circumstances. but it was how you felt. you treasured every touch and every word, hanging onto every detail desperately. every fortnight that his wife would be out of town. it was unlawful, but, who were you to neglect an invitation with spencer reid? until then, your mornings are all mondays. stuck in an endless february. unable to move on from what should be yours.

you meet his gaze, regretting it almost immediately. knowing the lethal effects he had on you, like some sort of drunkenness that had turned you into a barely functioning alcoholic. his eyes change, his smile differs. he swallows, clearing his throat.

“we can’t do this anymore.” he speaks, his voice sounds brittle and unsure. you don’t break eye contact. you listen intently to his words.

“my wife…my wife knows that i don’t stay late at the BAU as much as i say i do.”

“im a profiler, i can lie but- it doesn’t take away from the fact that this can’t happen anymore.”

“i mean you know how i feel about you, i just- i just can’t keep up with the ruse. i love you and it’s ruining my life.”

your eyes widen at the last sentence, appalled. you tried to decipher spencer’s words. reading between the lines, seeking for some sort of clue that hinted towards the truth. if he loves you, why can’t he stay?

“okay…can we at least stay friends?” you ask him cautiously. even if it meant no more sneaking around, his eyes would at least stay in your life.

spencer swallowed harshly, your eyes lingering over his adam’s apple as he does so. he looks uncertain. you figure maybe his wife was the one with the real issue, not him. you wanted to kill her.

“sure” his voice was slightly above a whisper. he looked away. almost as if, if he continued to hold your gaze he’d had no choice but to give in. that’s what you wanted him to do, to cave in, like always. you wondered if this would be the last fortnight spent with him, and suddenly, realization hit you like a 10 ton truck. you looked down as well, confidence derailing.

“but you’re still my best friend, spence” your voice was nearly a whimper, sounding like a wounded dog. you look up at him with glassy eyes. tilting you head to the side slightly, eyebrows furrowed as you try to control your emotions. you look down, hands fidgeting nervously.

“yes, of course…we just can’t have those benefits anymore” he wants to do nothing more than to grab you and hold you in his arms. to say sorry for everything he had put your through. instead he looks to the waiter.

“check, please” he clears his throat and hopes the sound of his tearing heart isn’t too loud as you look up to look at him with tear rimmed eyes. you bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling. spencer pays the tab, leaving a generous tip. you get up from your seat, incapable to look at spencer in the eye.

you don’t notice him stepping towards you. your breath hitches as you stare up at him, the closest you’ve been to him all night. his calloused hand cups your cheek, fingers tracing your face, to your under eye. you blink, cursing yourself internally as a tear slips. you look away. he sighs, wiping the tears carefully with his thumb.

“im sorry, you know what i’d do if i could…if things were different” his words are just more salt to fresh cuts. even if he sounded regretful, even if he was sorry, you still had the right to be sad.

“it’s fine, you aren’t mine, i shouldn’t be this sad” you harshly take a step back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. his mouth stays slightly agape at your sudden movement. he bites down at his lip, sighing, admitting defeat. you were right, he was never yours and you were never his. two parallel lines who never got the chance to see what could’ve been if the circumstances were different.

he had corrupted you, nights that belonged to only you would fade into a memory. the touches that lasted a fortnight. the feeling of his hands in your hair, your clothes on his bedroom floor.

you loved him, and it was ruining your life.

“goodbye, reid” you tone was purposefully cruel, and the choice of using his last name. you looked at him for a second, fighting the instinct of kissing him as a goodbye. he stared with pitiful eyes as you walked away, bell chiming as you opened and closed the door. for a moment he regretted everything said, wishing to just run away and live in the mountains, to follow through on that quiet life you had both talked about when the night passed 3am. tangled in bedsheets. he curses his eidetic memory for remembering your tearful expression, comparing it to the soft, sweet smile you had on every time you left him. can he erase every curve, every dimple he knew you had, every tiny change in your expression he could read like a book, over and over? no, he will be cursed with the gift of knowing, just like you’ll be cursed with the sound of his voice. soft and tender, the sound of his whispers of foreign words against your ear.

“Я тебя обожаю.” his voice is quiet, nose brushing against your neck as he places soft kisses against it. you giggle at the ticklish feeling, grabbing his face delicately to stop him.

“what does that mean?” you ask with a smile, pressing gentle kisses to the bridge of his nose, his face heating up in your hands.

“i adore you” he grins, leaning against your hand and kissing it.

“i know that but what does the sentence mean?” he rolls his eyes as you break out laughing, throwing your head over his shoulder, giggling as if it was the funniest joke you had ever told. you look up at him, both of you grinning widely as he places a proper kiss against your lips.

he loved you, it was ruining his life.

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adharastarlight · 3 months

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when i started taking philosophy, I never imagined I'd be having a breakdown over fucking apples

#plato i hate you #i hate you so much #plato youre an ass #philosophy #theory of forms can go to hell #APPLENESS IS THE TRUE ESSENCE OF APPLES????#what fucking shit was he smoking #give me some of whatever he was on #apples man #fucking apples #im going insane #who knew apples would be my breaking point #tayas had to deal with this for half an hour #sorry taya #taya #a levels #a level philosophy sucks (it doesnt it just sends me into existential crisises)#existential crisis

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lvlyghost · 7 months

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Hello do you take requests cause I had this idea in my mind but I suck in writing

how bout a ghost x reader where he had a bad day and takes it out on his beloved reader who he's been in a really long relationship with, by starting an argument and maybe saying some really mean and bad things that break the reader. Like the reader is only a shell of herself and completely ruined by ghosts words and just crying or sitting completely still staring off the wall or just staring at nothing just being numb.

What would be interesting is Simons reaction when he realizes the damage that he's done, maybe he would cry/break down idk when he sees the usually happy reader being so dull and almost lifeless yk

But Pleasee don't do this to our hearts and write some comfort and a happy ending please I couldn't handle too much angst❤️😭

The Weight of the World

PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: You promised to always lean on each other but sometimes love isn't enough.

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

TW: heavy angst, literally got some mid anxiety writing this🥴 swearing, self-doubt, hurt-comfort and slight fluff towards the end. lmk if i missed any.

A/N: finished this in one sitting lol, also not proofread and poorly edited, i've been having a shitty week so expect more angst lol. meet me in therapy. Enjoy anon!🤍🌟🫶🏻💕

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You hesitate right outside Simon's studio, the place where he secludes himself from everything and everyone. Ever since he came from his last mission he seemed to be on the edge constantly. The usual softness that he reserved specifically for you was... absent.

Still you wouldn't let that stop you from approaching; having dating him for a few years now let you know so much of that. You knew when he was hurting. When he was sad, angry, jealous or even happy. Little to no people could say that.

Somehow this was different. He wasn't even letting you in, constantly keeping you at arms length and that hurt. How were you supposed to get to him this time? Get him to talk to you?

To look at you again with that same glint in his eyes, the spark that you ignited in him and that won't fade away even years after.

The sound of a chair creaking startles you, the same time the timer in the kitchen goes off. You walk back, turning the oven off, and sticking out the apple pie you so happily baked for both with hopes that you'll get him loosen a bit that dark cloud that's been looming over Simon these past few days.

The door of his studio is yanked open the heavy stomp of his boots resonating across the small apartment you two share, then his bulky frame appears just to grab the keys to his black motorcycle.

"Simon!" You call him, burning your hand in the process. He stills halfway through the living room, waiting for you to say something else. Wetting a cloth hurriedly and wrapping it around the burnt skin.

"I made something for us... maybe," standing behind him you leave a reasonable space between the two. You swallow down hard. "Thought we could have it together and just, you know spend...-"

"I don't have time for that now." His voice is cold and monotone. "Don't wait for me."

"But Si-" he turns on his heels, eyes hard and unyielding. He approaches slowly, making you gulp. "What's gotten into you, Simon?" You fight back the tears, this was the man you loved so dearly, the man you knew loved you back; there was a reason for the golden engagement ring on your left hand. "I..-"

"Fucking hell would you stop that? Please just..." he notices the wetness in your eyes. "I can't do this. Not anymore."

"Whatever it is I promise we can work it out together!" your lips quivered. "Just talk to me!"

"I don't need to talk about anything girl!" He seethes, one finger pointing at you. "Think some cheap counseling with you will make things right? Bloody hell no. Neither some homemade bread, this isn't fucking working and it won't until you learn how the bloody world works."

It breaks your heart into a tiny million pieces, breathing becomes a challenge and the injury in your hand can no longer be felt. Simon's words were worse than any physical pain. Where was the man you loved? The man who used to lift you up and kiss you on the forehead? The man whose hands couldn't stop roaming your body late at night? The man who'd helped you reach out for things he probably put away in the highest shelf so you'd ask for help. That same man that had proposed to you no long ago, right before he was deployed to a special op God knows where. The fabric of his mask moves when he keeps talking but you don't listen. You can't. Just like you can't stop the tears dribbling down your cheeks and the tremble of your hands. Simon's jaw clenched, brows furrowed as he takes a step back and leaves.

You walk sluggishly to where the dessert awaits. It's when your knees buckle that you finally let out a loud cry.

Simon knows he isn't a good man. He's done quite questionable things that he could never say out loud. He knows he's fucked in so many ways. But he also knows that there's one thing that kept him from spiraling further down into an abyss of death and self-loathing.

You.

The woman he decided he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The girl that didn't care about his past, the bad moments and his complicated persona. You who would selflessly love him without asking for something in return. What had you seen in him in first place? Even now after three years he can't wrap his head around the fact that he has someone who waits for him.

Simon knows how much he loves you, but what he doesn't know is how—or in what earth—he deserves every part of you.

You've been avoiding him ever since that horrible night. Words he can't take back. Looks that haunt him every time he closed his eyes. He hears you cry when you go to sleep or when you're taking a shower. Muffled sobs and wails that will come for him until the day he dies.

You avoid him like a plague, when he walks in. After all he's the one to blame. He wanted to ask you to tear him apart maybe that'd feel less painful.

The last remaining of sanity that was left in him came crashing down when he began to notice how you stared off in a haze, numbly looking at the window. He was losing you. Destroyed the one good thing he had. So, a few days later, despite his own demons. Despite the things that broke him all irreparably during the last mission in Moscow, he comes to find you. Sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes set on your left hand.

The engagement ring was gone, forgotten someplace unknown. Simon felt the panic wrenching his guts.

It's all on him.

He whispers your name, calls you softly. Slowly sitting in front of you, the coffee table creaks under his weight. Words get caught in his throat.

"May I take your hand?" He pleads, not getting an answer. Simon sighs, lowering his head as silent reigns yet again. "I don't deserve you." He murmurs, eyes bored into the floor. "I... I ruin everything I touch. Just never thought I'd ruin my girl."

Your eyes flutter shut, wet tears clinging to your eyelashes. Simon watches as you stand and leave without a word, he follows close behind to your shared room.

"Love..."

"Don't call me that!" the hurt in your voice... the resentment in your eyes, he's earned it.

Simon reaches out for your arm, grabbing you firmly but gently, mindful not to harm you.

"Right I deserve that." If there's one thing Simon regrets it's being the reason that your eyes no longer shine. "What I said... what happened I...-"

Shaking your head and biting down your lip.

"You never gave me the chance, I thought we said we'd always find a way."

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry baby." in an instant he's pulling you close, although you want to push him away, scream at him, slap him for the calvary he made you go through. "I'm not good with words, and I'm no good person." You feel his body shaking with anxiety as your eyes widen in shock. "I tried... I can't forgive myself for my mistakes."

"Simon..." he hushed you, cradling your head with his big hand. "I can't sleep knowing I can't protect you from what's out there, couldn't bloody protect that kid in Moscow, or my family."

You guide him to the bed, sitting down side by side and holding onto each other.

"Said I would always be with you Simon, why the hell did you push me away?! Have I not given my everything to you? We promised to always make it work!" He grabs your face staring intently into your eyes. "What happened there?"

He blinks, deciding how much to say. There was no need for you to know the entirety of it. He wanted to shield you from the horrors of this world, and he would as long as he lived.

"A young lad whose life's was cut short because I wasn't there on time. How can I come back to you, be happy when someone else just lost their kid..."

"That wasn't on you! Simon Riley you stop that now." He inhales, cinnamon and vanilla flooding his senses. It's you all of you. "Stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. We do that together, yeah?" Your chest hurts from how hard it's beating. "You've done far so much. You won't lose me."

A rumble in the sky and cars passing by outside your home is all you hear. Brown eyes like honey stare back into your soul.

"You took it off..."

"I burnt my hand, it wasn't healing properly. And you know what?" He quirks a brow. "It wasn't homemade bread. It was an apple pie, you silly."

"You'll never forgive me for that one won't you?" He doesn't chuckle but the air feels lighter.

"No. Probably won't." Simon takes your burnt hand bringing it to his lips, they're soft against the marred skin.

"But we're still getting married, yeah?" He asks.

You smile fondly, humming when he kisses your forehead, tears have now dried.

"Yeah. We're still getting married."

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multific · 8 months

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In the High of the Feeling

Mattheo Riddle x Cat Animagus!Reader

Warning: smut, tiny blood play, a hint of breeding kink

Summary: Much like for many animals, heat season was right around the corner for you as well.

A/N: This one has a little Omegaverse feel to it. I did try and make it different but there are similarities. Both parties are +18!

A/N: This can be read as part 2 of this piece.

Being an animagus had its ups and downs.

Your loving and helpful boyfriend, Mattheo was definitely a bonus.

He would help with any difficulties or tried his best to help. No one in the school knew, none of the students beside him at least.

It hadn't been that long since the two of you got together and he realized your secret.

This will be the first spring the two of you will spend together and you were... for a lack of a better word, nervous.

Extremely nervous.

You knew what spring brought.

It brought a new start. Flowers bloom and animals... yeah.

It was rare for an animagus to be so tied to their animalistic side. But you were.

And with spring, came your heat.

A week where you would have the strongest desire to have offsprings.

Ever since you hit puberty, the feeling was there, but lately, as you got older, the feeling got stronger.

And now, that you had a boyfriend, you knew your body and mind will go crazy, you needed to stay away from Mattheo and you needed a way to explain this to him to the best of your ability.

But how do you explain to a horny guy that he needs to stay away from you because for once it will be you who wants to have sex all the time? With the purpose of getting pregnant.

You couldn't let that happen, you were too young.

You understood it was only nature, but still... no.

"Babe? BABE!" the yell made you snap back into reality as you looked at your boyfriend sitting across you by the table. "You have been distracted lately. Do you have another man or something?"

"Nothing like that... it's-"

"Is it a cat-thing?" he asked as he popped a slice of apple into his mouth.

"Actually, yes." you looked around, making sure no one was there to hear you. "Spring is coming." you said with a low voice and he made a face then a sudden realization. You hoped he would understand.

"You are right! More Quidditch!" you wanted to slap him.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you let out a long sigh.

"No." you said not opening your eyes to look at him.

"No? Then what Princess? You have to go home for the break or something?"

"My heat is coming." you said, straight up, since you knew dancing around the subject won't help.

"What's that?" you finally opened your eyes and looked at him.

You shouldn't have expected for him to understand.

"Spring brings new life. Flowers bloom and animals..." his eyes grew big with realization. "Professor McGonaghall said she would give me a potion to keep my... needs at bay but apparently the very flower that you would need blooms after my heat would be over so..."

"I'm too young to be a father." was what he ended up saying.

"So am I. It's nature, unfortunately, I can't do anything with it. I will have the week off, I already spoke with the teachers. I have so many things to do. I just wanted to tell you to please just... for that week stay away from me. I wouldn't be able to control myself and... I wouldn't want to force you."

"First of all, you would never force me. I do understand your point now, but I'm also very curious. Tell me more about it. What happens? Does it hurt? What do you do? Do you touch yourself?" you could see in his eyes he was genuinely interested.

"It hurts, unfortunately, yes. But it's a very different pain from like a wound. I would say it's like a heartbreak and a broken leg at the same time. I always have a little area that I put together so I can stay there. I put soft things... pillows, blankets and- Oh that reminds me, can I borrow a shirt from you? Your scent might help me." he only nodded as he listened, he was more interested than ever. "So, yeah I just... I do touch myself, yes. It helps with the pain. I'm just worried about what might happen this time."

"Why?" he reached out on the table and held your hand in his. "What would happen this time?"

"Well, now I have you. I have a partner and my body knows that. So I'm nervous about what would happen this time."

"I see. I will give you the shirts. Many of them. When does this... heat start?"

"You can't really pinpoint it out, it's like a period but it should be this weekend/next week that it starts." you smiled at him, happy he didn't find it disgusting or anything.

"I will bring you my clothes tomorrow then."

"Thank you." but he didn't know, you thanked him for another reason.

The next morning you woke up with a strange feeling. Your foggy mind didn't even realize what was happening. You found yourself thinking more and more about your boyfriend, more specifically, him naked.

You were thankful that last night you at least build your comfort place on your bed.

Your entire body felt hot and your mind could only think of one thing.

The dirtiest images flashed in your mind.

You only ever slept with Mattheo a couple times, but now it was all you could think about.

How soft his skin was, how you could run your fingers over his scars, letting him know that it was okay.

How he smelled and felt like.

How amazing he made you feel as he just kept rolling his hips with a steady rhythm.

The images flooded your mind as your imagination ran wild.

You wanted him to ravish you.

To completely fill you up and have your own litter.

You were going insane. You let out a soft moan when there was a knock on your door.

"Princess? I brought the shirts I promised." his voice, his nice voice, his intoxicating voice.

You felt your ears and tail pop out, you felt your eyes change.

You were gone. Your most basic instincts took over as you walked to that door and opened it.

He was saying something, you saw his gorgeous lips move. But you were far too gone to hear it.

When he looked at you, confused, you pulled him in and locked the door behind him, you pulled on his hair, kissing him with all you had.

Your cat-like teeth managed to scare his lips as you now tasted a little blood along with the tobacco he always smoked.

Your hands found his tie as you began to take off his clothes one by one.

"Hey, hey, slow down." he said as he pulled back as he laughed a little.

"You have too many layers." you said, not even looking at him as you began to undo his belt. That is when he jumped back, keeping you at arm's length.

"Why are your ears out?" you put your hand on his forearm as his hand was on your shoulder.

"I need you." you said with the most intoxicating voice Mattheo had ever heard. He did hear you say those words before. He did make you say and moan many things but this. this was different.

Your voice was filled with lust.

"Oh shit, this is it right? Your heat. Fuck." Mattheo looked around, he knew, he needed to go. NOW. "I-I have to... go." he said but by the time he finished you were completely nude in front of him. His eyes were glued to your body.

Men are such easy creatures.

"Matty, I need you." you said again as he looked into your eyes.

"Okay... Okay. I-I have condoms."

"Noooo." you walked over to him, you put your hands around his neck as your mouths were only inches apart. "I need you to fill me up. I want to feel it ooze out."

He grabbed your waist with both hands.

It was all too much for him, he felt himself getting harder by the second.

"I'm so wet Matty, please." he had to gulp, he looked away from you and noticed the arranged pillows on your bed. While he was thinking you took the opportunity to make your final move.

He watched as you walked away from him and towards your bed. With your back to him, you knelt down on the bed and moved to lay down with your ass up in the air. You reached under your body and with two fingers you spread your lips, showing him your wet cunt. Then you moved one finger in and dragged it down, letting out a moan as you touched your clit.

"Please, Mattheo." is all you needed to say as you looked at him with your head on the bed.

He lost.

Thankfully he still had the mind to put on the protection.

"Nooo. No condom." you said but he didn't hear you, his focus was on your pussy.

He jerked himself twice before grabbing your hips and slowly pulling you back, filling you up.

Just what you have been craving for.

You both let out a long moan as he filled you fully. You were finally a little satisfied, feeling his balls slapping onto your skin as his huge cock filled you up to your stomach.

He started off slow, keeping his focus as he felt your tail wrap around his leg then move up his back.

He needed to have control.

You were in a very vulnerable state. He had to remind himself.

But it seemed almost useless because every time you looked into his eyes, his common sense failed him.

Especially when he felt you beginning to move back onto him with rough movements.

"Fuck." he said as he watched you fuck yourself on his cock. "Shit, Babe." but you were a moaning mess.

If he was far too gone, you were beyond.

"Wait." he said as he almost came, in his nearing high, he grabbed the base of your tail which made you yelp in surprise. "Sorry." he said, knowing how sensitive it was, he ran his hand up your spine. feeling the curve in which you were laying.

He loved it.

He loved you.

You patiently waited for him to began moving again, and when he did, oh how magnificent it was.

His movements were fast, you were sure his fingers will leave their marks but you didn't care.

All you wanted is to feel him fill you up.

Then he grabbed your hair and pulled back on it a little. The room was filled with the noises of skin slapping against skin and moaning.

His name was all you could say as he groaned and moaned.

Once again you moved your tail around him as he moved you, laying you down onto your stomach, as he put a pillow under it, raising the place he wanted to reach the most. Your fingers entangled with the sheets as he moved back inside you. His two hands by your side as he continued to ruin your pussy.

"So good." he said. "So fucking good. Look at me." and you obliged, looking at him with your cat-like eyes as he was nearing his end.

"Matty, I'm close." you said as you started to feel the familiar knot in your belly.

Upon hearing that Mattheo knew he needed to set a pace he can keep so you can cum.

He focused on you and you alone, he moved and kissed your shoulder as he felt you tighten.

"Come for me, Kitten." he whispered into your ear as you came with a loud cry. Or, you would have but he put his hand onto your mouth, he felt your sharp teeth gaze along his fingers but he couldn't care.

You felt so tight, warm and wet.

And feeling you cum around him did the trick.

He came with a small shake and a moan as he emptied himself into the condom. However, his instincts did the trick. After, he made long movements as if he was filling you with his cum. Slow and deliberate movements with his softening cock.

It felt like heaven.

You finally came to your senses a lot more but when you felt him placing kisses along your spine, you knew he wanted this as much as you did.

You seduced him, but you didn't feel guilty about it.

It seemed that only for a moment he left you but soon he was laying by your side as he put a blanket over the two of you.

"I could get used to this." he said as you cuddled into his side. "You are so sexy."

"It comes with the heat too, I put off a scent which is attractive for men."

"Nah. It was more than that. You were sexy before. We should have done this earlier, I didn't know you could take it so rough."

"I love you." you said as you closed your eyes, ready for a nap before you need your next round.

"I love you too, Princess. I think I could get used to this. Every year, a week where you cannot keep your hands off of me."

"Two." you said with a very drowsy voice.

"Huh?"

"I have heats twice a year. So, two weeks."

Mattheo looked at the ceiling.

He knew he will need a lot more condoms, he suspected you will wake up within an hour or so and he needed to be ready.

But he can definitely get used to this.

Twice a year.

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bloodlust-1 · 6 months

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˗ˏˋRelieve Meˎˊ˗ part 1

Halsin x fem Tav — Explicit 18+

Summary: Halsin is looking a bit tense, Tav offers to massage his muscles and relieve his tension in the best way she can. He wants to return the offer to help relieve her as well.

"I never felt my heart stir like this before you, I haven't loved in so long, and yet there it was...and I was in it.”

-> Part 2 <-

TW: none for part1

Note: needed some big-boy energy. This will be an explicit two-parter so ;p enjoy.

It was one hell of a day, everyone nearly dragged themselves into their tents for a well-deserved rest. Recently their travels have been getting harder and harder as they inch close to Buldars Gate. But no matter, the party seemed to try to keep their cool with Halsin’s and Shadowheart’s healing. Sometimes it was just too much though.

Tav sat by the fire with Karlach, who was rubbing her neck, “All that healing couldn’t get the crook out of this fucking neck. I’ve taken weaker hits that hurt less than this.”

“I agree, we’re all walking zombies at this point. Maybe we should take a break tomorrow. We all look like shit.” Tav laid her back on the floor and stretched her limbs out. Just as she sat back up her glance catches Halsin. He was walking by to pick up some food rations, an apple, and placed it in his mouth before walking away.

“Gods what I would do to that man…He makes me look small.” Karlach let out a small sigh of passion. She then looked at Tav who was lost in thought, “Hey, Soldier! Are you admiring our Druid, hm?” She nudged Tav’s shoulder with a smirk.

“He just looks…tense is all.” She rubbed her shoulder that Karlach nudged and hid her smile a little.

“Cmon you’re totally into him! Have you not laid in bed with him yet? I thought you guys were close..maybe even a little too close. Buuut— if it doesn’t work out for you let me know. I’d love to have a go with him.” Karlach giggled and nodded, “I’m serious, go talk to him.”

“And say what? What if he’s tired and doesn’t want visitors. He didn’t even say a word to us.” Tav was visible flushed. A nervous wreck even.

“Shit I don’t know! Make something up. You did say he looked tense. Touch some of those muscles in the name of help. You’re catching my drift?” She winked and pointed at his tent, “hurry before he falls asleep.”

“Karlach you’re a fucking genius. I’ll be back.”

“Or not.” Karlach chimed and sat up, “I’m heading to bed, don’t enjoy yourself too much, soldier.” Karlach reached out her hand for Tav’s and pulled her up to her feet. “Good luck.” Karlach ruffled up Tav’s hair before heading to her tent.

Tav palmed down her fly-aways before holding her head high. Karlach was right, they were close but they never took it to the next level. Why? She wasn't quite sure why, all she knew was that it was time to have courage. She wiped her sweaty palms on her shirt and made her way to his tent.

"Halsin, you there?" Tav pulled the draped curtains to the side. She saw him placing ointment on a couple scratches on his arms.

His eye darted up and he gave a surprised look, "Oh, Tav..I'm sorry, I would've cleaned up a bit. I wasn't expecting company. Please come in." His tent was littered with books, potions, and random old letters from the grove.

"Do not worry about that but—“ She welcomed herself in and kneeled down next to him. "Let me help you with this." She grabbed the small jar of ointment and started to smear any cuts she could find on his arms.

"You're too kind. I would not have bothered you with something small like this. I appreciate it all the same, thank you." He sat still and did not even budge to the pain at first,

Tav nodded her head. This was no trouble at all, after all, she really did care for his well-being. "If you don't mind, it'd be easier to get all these cuts without this shirt." She tugged on the hem of his shirt.

"Of course, little one." He grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted his arms up. His muscles were immaculate as always, the sweet scent of eucalyptus wafted off him, and she could see all the untouched cuts. Some were deep, small, and even healed. Bruises of all kinds of healing stages were scattered on his skin.

"Halsin! You know these could get infected right? If you needed help it wouldn't be a problem!" Her face was angered. Her eyebrows furrowed, and the sight was nothing short of hurt.

"I'll manage." he patted her head and smiled softly at her. As if he wasn't in any kind of pain.

Tav shook her head, she was visibly angry, "You're so stubborn, allow me." She reached out her hand and placed it over his cheek, "I want to help you."

"You've helped me enough. I'll forever be in your debt if you keep going like this." Halsin stared with loving eyes. His gaze was soft and warm, and a gentle smile crept on his lips. His eyes sparkled with the joy of being in her presence, and he looked at her with admiration and affection.

"Then you'll just have to make it up to me one day." Tav pulled away her hand, "Now, let's see this back." She adjusted herself to face his back. Tav continued to aid his cuts, and from time to time he winced to the pain. "You know Halsin. Back at home, I dabbled in some medicinal skills."

"Oh really? This is news to my ears, tell me more, dear." Halsin perked up. He loved educating and learning new knowledge to add to his collection of skills. This definitely peaked his interest because Halsin never knew Tav had medicine skills since she was a fighter.

"Well— my people believed that healing was more than just potions. It's important to take care of your muscles and physique." She rubbed her hands together to create friction. She placed the warmth of her palms against his back. Tav began to lightly press pressure into his skin with long slow strokes. "This'll help reduce tension, improve circulation, and relieve any pain. I can definitely feel how tense your muscles are."

Halsin let out small little groans of relief as Tav's fingers glided up and down his spine. She started to apply a little more pressure and could feel his muscles start to loosen up. Halsin was truly all muscle, she's never touched a man with so much density, not for medical reasons and definitely not intimately. For as much as Tav was in awe, she genuinely tried her best to relax him. He deserved it after all. He did not need to leave his home in the name of aiding Tav. She was grateful for Halsin as much as he was grateful for her.

Her hands glided up and rubbed the muscles of his neck. Halsin could feel her breathing against his neck, it felt like hot little prickles that hit the skin. Halsin shivered in response. Tav noticed the goosebumps along his neck, "Does that feel good?" She whispered innocently in the back of his ear. The heat of her breath tickling his skin.

Halsin leaned his head outward to expose more skin, "Mmm, it puts a healing spell to shame." He complimented Tav. But under his relaxed facade, Halsin was melted with every touch from her warm hands. He was trying to find restraint in himself as an Arch-druid after all. He tried to close his eyes in an attempt to calm down his racing heart, but it only made it worse. He felt like he could feel and smell the presence of Tav. Lewd thoughts crumbled his mind and it made his skin crawl more. As a druid, all his senses were heightened, and the feeling for more clouded his judgment.

Tav noticed the small groans, his skin layered with goosebumps, and felt like his shoulders tensed up once again. She went back to work to massage him some more until she pulled away, and decided to sit in front of him instead. "Let me see your hand?" She said softly as she reached out for one of his hands and rubbed them lovingly.

His hand was way bigger than hers. She thought it was cute how mighty he was, yet how gentle his personality was. Tav thought Halsin was probably touched by the gods themselves with the way he looked. He was truly a masterpiece, a muse. As she rubbed his hands Halsin suddenly intertwined his fingers with hers, stopping Tav from massaging him. Tav's cheeks lit up crimson, and she darted her wide eyes at his gaze. He was holding her hand, one that engulfed her own but she felt so protected by it.

Halsin looked at the woman with an intense gaze, his hazel eyes softened. He was captivated by her beauty, taking in every detail of her face and scars. His heart was pounding in his chest as he thought of all the amazing moments they had shared together. He had such strong feelings of love for her, and he knew deep down that she was the one for him. He was filled with a sense of contentment and joy just being in her presence, and he looked forward to what the future held for them. "I never felt my heart stir like this before you, I haven't loved in so long, and yet there it was...and I was in it. I hope you feel the same, I fear the most these days." He grabbed both her hands and placed a tender kiss on them. "I want to repay your kindness, only if you'll allow me, of course."

Tav eagerly agreed to Halsin's offer, she too felt a connection and a strong mutual attraction. She was a woman who would never take Halsin's love for granted, "I feel the same, Halsin...I'd be happy too."

He smiled and placed a single kiss on her lips. It was tender and gentle, sadly it lasted only a moment before he pulled away, "Meet me at my tent tomorrow night and I will grant you a night of pleasure. One that you'll remember for all your long nights. I want to make you feel good too, my heart."

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beiasluv · 1 year

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Hii can you write how the sully boys would react when the reader calls them by a cute pet name for the first time? Thank youu

sully boys react to pet name

a/n: yessssss, your order is served / no proof reading because I am a potato / enjoy! 🤍

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jake (2009)

pet name? what’s that? he probably never heard of one, or should i say no one ever called him something 😭 (well, probably except a loving one from his mother and a not-so-loving from his twin brother)

but anyways, jake wasn’t use to a pet name AT ALL (plus the fact he probably haven’t found a love on earth 😭)

well, we are here to break the curses

it all happened in a one loving night. the stars are shining and your love is blooming under the starlight

you cuddled close to him, resting your head on his chest, while feeling it rise and fall in a repetitive pattern.

until you saw an unusual manner in the shrubs next to both of you. his light blue ears twitched but his mind still laid unaware.

“jake…jake,” you whispered into his ears.

“hm…?”

“wake up, please…sweetheart, i am going to see what’s over there,” you whined softly in his embrace.

“huh…? what did you called me?” he held up his head and a shocking gaze met your eyes, while is arm tightened its grip on your waist.

“huh? i was saying there’s something in the bush,” you replied.

“what did you called me?” he smirked as he pulled you close. “you worry too much, gorgeous, it’s probably a little pup or something.” “now tell me, what did you called me?”

“well, i apologize, mr. perfect, i forgot, i am going to sleep now,” you turned against his face.

“nope, not until you call me that again,” he swooped you up easily onto his lap.

“fine, sweetheart, i am going to sleep now.”

“thank you, gorgeous, i’ll be your knight in shining armor and protect you tonight, m’kay?” he tucked you in his embrace.

a teaser 100% GUYS HE IS A TEASER! smirking to himself the whole night after the first time you willingly called him that.

loves hearing your pet names, it reminds him of what he is to you, being something more than a ‘jake’ to you is his honor.

he knows how you are too shy to express yourself but he never gave up. I guess hard works pays off for jake sully.

he loves coming up with new nicknames for you and love seeing your red face every. single. time.

definitely jealous of your personal pet names.

“NO, you can not call y/n, sweetie, she’s mine.”

“son, I am literally her grandma” (jokes aside, we love a slaying grandma! show him who’s the real boss!)

jake sully case closed. amen sis

neteyam

neteyam, neteyam, proving that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree everyday. preach.

he is a teaserrr, loves making you blush everyday. however, something unlike his dad is he is so much more expressive.

he’ll sneak a hand around you, wrapping his tail, or to the intertwining legs thing. *internal screaming* adding one more point with calling you pet names with a seductive voice.

first time is always hard, but you’ve managed to make your boy blush asfff

“nete, can you help me with something?” your shout caught his ear twitching towards your direction.

“yes, my love? what do you need your hero for?” he ran towards your body and embraced you from behind.

“i need to hold this up but i can’t get the another piece to stay, hold this please,” you shoved it into his hand.

“yes, my love,” he smirked at the sight. neteyam always love to watch you work on something you love, your marui is filled with your loved projects. ranging from a small figure of you two or a personalized cabinet for his weapons.

“okay, you ready? hold still.”

…

“good job, y/n, I’m proud of you,” he hugged your back against his chest.

“thank you, handsome, my knight,” you giggled in his chest.

“what? did you just called me handsome?”

“yeah…? oh!”

“HA! i knew you had it somewhere!” he spun your body around. “don’t need to remind me that I am handsome, while i am seeing you everyday.”

“hey! put me down! or i’ll stick to the basic ‘nete’,” you poked his chest with your finger.

“oh, my love, i apologize, my greatest weakness is you,” he faked fainted onto the sand and receiving a tackle from you.

a lover boy 100% we adore him.

jumping up and down, got him blushing, swinging his legs and tail and throwing up crying, screaming and everything in the recipe.

he loves you to shower him with pet names everyday. and loves getting surprised with new pet names you’ve managed to muster up.

definitely flexing it to lo’ak and, poor lo’ak, he is dying of cringe. “guess what she called me today…uhuh…”

definitely gets so proud if especially if you use it in front of his parents. *insert jake’s proud father moment*

will definitely trick you into saying some of his favorites.

“oh, princess, my leg is hurt, it can only be heal if you call me your prince,” he fake pouted.

“if i call you that would you stop clinging on to my legs?” you messed with his locks.

“oh, I’ll look into consideration, giving you 75% chance,” he does the puppy eyes he could do.

“fine, my prince, love ya, now let me go.”

lo’ak

*AAAAAAAAAAAA* do i have to explain?

although he isn’t as expressive as his dad or brother, he isn’t much less loving than them. no, no, no none of the sully boys will give up so easily on this topic. (the blood is strong people)

this boy love language is definitely touch but he isn’t too bad with words of affirmation.

a certified lover boy, he shy asf, and we love that. amen

loves to make the first move but froze up, which i think is so cute 😭 but this time wasn’t so similar

“y/n, i was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight?” he entered your marui and made his way over to your bed.

“hm?” you answered half awake.

“want to go out tonight? i’m free, I’ll take you anywhere you want,” he chuckled at himself.

“what do you have in mind, my lo’ak?” you said with a voice in your neck, not coming out properly as a word but it managed to swoon lo’ak every time.

“i am guessing we could go out to the reefs and spend time watching the stars tonight?”

“my darling, having you is enough for me,” you replied softy turning to face him.

“hm? my darling?” his face becomes redder and redder.

“yeah, my, and my only, darling,” you claimed his face within the palm of your hands. tracing down from his locks to his nose, his pouty mouth, and down his chin.

“i like that,” he chuckled. “then you are my darling too,” he returned the act.

he is internally screaming, crying, throwing up, curling up into a ball, throwing himself off the floor. he is so flusteredddd

his breath hitched up in his chest and his face reddened. he wants to inject you into his vein and it is so painful that he can’t.

definitely attacks you with physical touch and everything. he became so needy to a new thing that he never had before, and now that he got a taste of it, he wanted more and more.

he would beg you to shower him with pet names everyday AND YOU WILL PROVIDE

showering him with pet names in the morning when you wake up, lunch time, swimming, flying, or even cuddling together

loves calling him your darling 100% he loves to call you his darling as well 🥺

will 100% hiss at anyone who makes fun of you calling him pet names or anyone who dares to call you something theirs.

jealous boy for you only. of course, a little sprinkle of childhood trauma, because he just needs a little bit more love. you assured that he’ll never starve for more love, keeping his cup full everyday. BUT he is so hungry for more of your love 😩

loves to stick to ‘darling’ but sometimes sprinkle some spice for you, because he is your favorite chef *chef kiss*

“honey bear, how are you doing, my darling”

“my pumpkin, are you okay?”

case closed for the sully boys, amen.

today’s a great day to treat yourself 🤍 take care as always!

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heavenlyhischier · 5 months

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𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 | 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫

here’s a f1 x hockey crossover no one asked for but i am bored!!

warning: poorly translated french

yn_leclerc | new york city, ny

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yn_leclerc conquered the big apple and got to see a friendly face😋

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pierregasly oh this should be fun

carlossainz55 charles_leclerc

yn_leclerc tattle tale!

yourbff we had so much fun!! can’t wait to go back soon ;)

yn_leclerc next month?

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⤷ yourbff let’s go!

arthur_leclerc je savais que tu cachais quelque chose! (i knew you were hiding something!)

yn_leclerc qui? me? (who? me?)

⤷ arthur_leclerc je sais que tu es stupide, mais pas à ce point (I know you're stupid, but not that stupid)

⤷ yn_leclerc 😒

danielricciardo Does anyone else see the hockey players in the likes?

yn_leclerc tais-toi, stupide blaireau!!! (shut up, stupid badger)

charles_leclerc QUI EST CET HOMME?? (who is that man??)

charles_leclerc VOUS N’AVEZ RIEN DIT D’UN HOMME (you said nothing about a man)

charles_leclerc POURQUOI LES JOUEURS DE HOCKEY AIMENT-ILS VOS PHOTOS (why do hockey players like your photos)

pierregasly 🍿

charles_leclerc DO NOT IGNORE ME

yn_leclerc you’re so dramatic

⤷ charles_leclerc I would not be if you answered me

⤷ yn_leclerc he’s a nice guy charlie, do not worry

⤷ charles_leclerc Not if he is a hockey player

⤷ yn_leclerc says the formula 1 driver

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc well, since twitter misses absolutely nothing, and my brothers were beginning to attempt to hack my things. thank you for giving me the best 8 months of my life, chéri. here’s to many more🤍

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yourbff love this and you!

yn_leclerc love love you

arthur_leclerc Heureux pour vous, soeur. Vous méritez d’être aimé plus que quiconque. Je suis fâché que tu l’aies caché pendant 8 mois. (Happy for you, sister. You deserved to be loved more than anyone. I’m mad that you hid it for 8 months)

yn_leclerc je t’aime tellement, arty, et je suis désolé (love you so much, arty, and i’m sorry)

charles_leclerc « plus que quiconque »🤨 (“more than anyone”)

⤷ arthur_leclerc Oui (yes)

pierregasly You are going to come with him to the races, no?

yn_leclerc not any you’re at

⤷ pierregasly tu me brises encore le cœur (you break my heart again)

⤷ charles_leclerc ENCORE???

⤷ carlossainz55 🍿

⤷ danielricciardo 🍿

nicohischier Many many more, schätz. Thank you for supporting me from all corners of the world, but I can not wait for you to live in mine. I love you more than I loved you yesterday and less than I will tomorrow.

yn_leclerc god im so in love with you

charles_leclerc He is nice. I approve.

arthur_leclerc You met him?

⤷ yn_leclerc He made me facetime him so they could talk

charles_leclerc ATTENDEZ, TU ES DÉMÉNAGEZ??? (wait, you’re moving??)

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writerscall · 18 days

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you’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

author’s note/s: 2k+ words. trigger warning for some internalized homophobia. butterflies with girls hit different, hit better, but why was embracing it so difficult?

You liked Hazel Callahan.

Her friends knew it, your friends knew it, everybody who saw the way you two acted around each other knew it. You assumed even Hazel knew, since she’s stopped being shy about her own very likely similar feelings a while back.

But coming off from a break up with your longtime boyfriend and moving on to a girl right after just felt so strangely cliche, if that was even the right word for it. No, it definitely wasn’t, but you couldn’t be bothered to wrack your brain for a more appropriate one with the current situation at hand.

“I’m just saying, it’s fine. People know you’re into both teams — all teams now,” Isabel says. “Maybe just the one team? Anyway, there’s no right waiting time for you to start dating a girl after dating a guy. Mine was like, less than two weeks honestly.”

You snort, glancing at your friend lounging on your bed. If anyone understood what it felt like, it would be Isabel. “Well, unlike you, I only just realized that it’s not just guys for me. You said you always knew.”

Isabel considers your words, her head tilting to the side in thought. “True, but my point still stands. Plus people are gonna be a lot less judgy now that it’s college and not high school, everyone is discovering things about themselves and getting into new things. I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

If only assumptions could be confirmed right away. It was sweet of her to be so encouraging, and you did appreciate it, but your issue wasn’t really with everyone else. It was with yourself and feeling more… comfortable with all these new feelings. People often said you’d feel freer once you came out but they never talked about the process of fully coming to terms with it after, like it was an everyday type of thing. It still felt like a new pair of shoes that needed breaking in.

“Look, it’s no rush. But… don’t push Hazel out throughout all of this, okay? She likes you, and I know that you—”

“I know, I know.” You sigh. “She’s pretty hard to ignore, as we’re both well aware.”

Isabel smiles at you knowingly. “She just really likes being around you.”

It was funny how different things could feel inside while everything else around you stayed the same. Your earliest class was still at 8:30 and your latest at 3:00 in the afternoon, your roommate still ate an apple with her cereal every breakfast, your grandma still texted every night. And Hazel still waited by the bench outside your last class’ building, that giddy smile lighting up her face once she spotted you.

Your stomach flipped. You weren’t sure if it was nerves or excitement.

“Hey,” she says, jogging up to you with a grin. “I got us some scones from Popeyes. I think they made them a little bigger than usual today for some reason, so if you’re hungry, you’re in luck.”

“Oh, thanks, Haze. That’s really nice of you.”

Hazel shrugs, shifting the Popeyes bag to her left hand. “Well, anything for you, you know.”

God, how was she making it harder and easier at the same time?

“Would you mind if we ate it in the dorms? Yours or mine, I’m fine with whatever. I just really wanna relax after such a long day.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course! Um, could I uh…” She fiddles with the hem of her shirt for a second, and you think she might ask if she could carry your books or your bag for you in that silent conversation she appeared to be having with herself. Cute.

What came out next wasn’t either suggestion but it made your stomach flip again, in greater intensity now, and you were positive your heart actually skipped a beat too. If that was even biologically possible.

“Could I hold your hand on the way there? If that’s okay with you?”

Oh you could kiss her— you really could, and you would eventually. But time and place and all that.

You reach for her free hand in reply, smiling shyly as you lace your fingers together. The way Hazel’s eyes soften at the edges and her face literally brightens almost makes you forget about coming across anybody who might give the two of you curious glances. Hazel’s propensity for rambling about the happenings of her own day definitely helped, too.

Hard emphasis on almost, though. You knew you probably wouldn’t be bumping into your ex so soon since he did study elsewhere, but the fact that his brother went to your university totally slipped your mind.

You freeze when you hear that familiar voice call your name, the momentary panic overriding the guilt you felt at swiftly taking your hand away from Hazel’s when you turned in its direction. Breaking up with someone didn’t necessarily mean you were breaking up with all the other people that connected the two of you, and considering how you were being treated like always, his brother didn’t seem to be bitter or angry on his behalf. And thank god, cause you did not wanna deal with that with Hazel or anyone else around.

The conversation’s over quickly and soon you’re back on your way to the dormitories, but you keep your hand swaying alongside hers this time. It felt weird to just go back to holding her hand and you were also trying really hard not to overthink the dampened expression on Hazel’s face.

She only really speaks again once the two of you are in the comforts of her dorm room. “I’m just gonna be blunt here and say it… you know that I like you, right? Like in that kind of way?”

You did know, but the question takes you by surprise that all you can do is nod at her slowly.

“And I… I’m not trying to rush anything, I know you just broke up with your boyfriend about a month ago— and I’m totally not assuming your feelings are the same as mine, god I… sorry—”

“Hazel,” you say, walking towards her with an understanding look on your face. “I know what you’re trying to say. Thank you. And you don’t have to worry about anything in the feelings department, I promise.”

You take both of her hands in your own, holding on to them tightly. She gives them a squeeze in response. “One step at a time though, yeah?”

Hazel smiles at you, and maybe it was because of how intently she was staring at you, but there might’ve been a shine of tears in her eyes. “Yeah. I’ll be there every step of the way.”

The rest of the afternoon to early evening goes by just fine, but there’s this weird feeling in the air that you just can’t shake.

“Why are you doing the one thing I told you not to do?”

Your gaze shoots up from your laptop and then around the library, checking if anyone might’ve been looking. Isabel could cause a scene if she wanted to but thankfully, she was only whisper-shouting. Though if the conversation was going where you thought it was, it might not be whispers for too long.

After that day in her dorm room, you have been avoiding Hazel a bit. You did it little by little to avoid suspicion but you knew she was more perceptive and observant than she let on. It was just that damn encounter with your ex’s brother that made you realize further how much things would change, and as much as you liked Hazel— and you really, really did, there was an embarrassing part of you that wished things didn’t have to change.

It was so much easier with boys, that was true. But it felt so much better with girls.

“Look, Bel, the two of us agreed that we weren’t going to just jump into a relationship.” You tell her, although you know it wouldn’t sway her. “It just… it needs time.”

“And Hazel’s giving you that. Willingly. But she’s trying to be there for you and you’re just pushing her away.”

“Isabel,” you start, but she’s determined to have the final word.

“Take it from someone who knows: it’s a lot easier to accept that you like girls than it is to accept that you like them a lot more than you like guys.” She lets a moment pass, and then, “If you still even like guys at all.”

Now that definitely struck a chord. She’s right and you know it, and she knows you know it.

“I’ll talk to Hazel,” you say quietly. “I will. Today. I promise.”

The walk to Hazel’s dorm room has always made your insides tingle but this time, you knew you wouldn’t be soothed by the easy smile on her face that would greet you once she opened the door. At least it was likely that you wouldn’t with how you’ve been treating her.

You knock twice. “Haze? It’s me.”

You hear some shuffling behind the door and a breath taken exhaled before it opens, revealing the woman of the hour. Of every hour to you lately, in spite of everything.

“Hey.” She offers you a tired, half-hearted smile. You hate that she wasn’t beaming at the sight of you like usual. “Got your text. You sure you’re not too busy with something at the moment?”

You shake your head. “No. I really do wanna talk to you, Hazel.”

Hazel stares at you for a moment before opening the door wider and stepping to the side so that you can go in. When the door closes with a click behind you, you know there’s no running away this time.

You take a deep breath, wringing your hands together as you say, “I’m not gonna make any excuses. The way I’ve been shutting you out has been shitty and it has everything to do with me and all these new… feelings that I can’t seem to deal with. Or I guess, that I haven’t wanted to deal with.” You mutter the last part and steal a glance at her. Hazel is looking at you thoughtfully as she sits on the edge of her bed, her eyes silently urging you to continue.

“This is all pretty new to me. I’m not like you or Isabel— you’re both so secure in your sexualities, just knowing them from the get-go. And I’m not saying I’m ashamed of mine because I really am sure that I like girls. That I like you. I just…”

“You don’t want things to change?”

Hazel is looking at you so sympathetically that you want to cry. You almost do when she tugs you closer and on to the bed, right beside her spot on it.

You take another deep breath. “I can deal with change. I just wish it didn’t feel so… difficult.”

“I meant what I said that day. That I’d be there every step of the way.” She pulls you even closer and you let her, just wanting to get lost in the feeling of her and the intimacy of the moment. “But you have to let me be there for you. I want this to work out.”

“I want that, too. I want everything with you.”

And maybe that was a little too much to say so soon, but it doesn’t matter anymore when Hazel moves to kiss you on the forehead, then on your cheek, and finally on your lips. It’s so gentle and loving that you almost do cry this time; trust Hazel Callahan to always know how to make you feel better.

You cup the side of her jaw and kiss her back, letting the moment last for another second before pulling away. “I am really sorry too. I was getting to that part.”

Hazel chuckles softly. “I’ll forgive every tiny heartbreak this past week as long as you’ll be my girlfriend after this.”

“Just like that?” You lean back a little, studying her face for any sign that she might be joking. She looked very amused and pleased with herself, but dead serious all the same.

“I want everything with you, too.” Hazel leans forward again to press a lingering kiss on your cheek. “So… yes?”

You close the gap and smile into the kiss you give her, knowing she’d understand that as the resounding yes she was hoping for.

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan fanfic

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violette-hue · 8 months

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Amortentia

Summary: Pansy forces a secret out of you, and you’re strongly debating which curse/jinx to use on her.

Trigger Warning(s): Pansy (mentions of her), one (?) curse word, mentions of pure bloods (purebloods?), mentions of the future, love/strongly like

Word Count: 749

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

“It’s a nice out tonight.”

You sat down on the edge of the astronomy tower next to Draco. The summer breeze danced across your heated cheeks, cooling you down. The events from twenty minutes ago still boiled your blood and you wanted nothing more than to go back to the Slytherin common room and give Pansy a good wack. Maybe even a curse or jinx.

“What do you want, Draco?” you asked, not daring to look over at him.

“What’s Pansy talking about?”

You took a deep breath. Apparently Draco wasn’t going to beat around the bush with this. You could see him looking at you from your peripherals, his blue eyes haunting in the moonlight. You debated your options. Tell Draco what started this mess, or pretend like you didn’t know. Instinctively, you wanted to choose the latter, but Draco knew you too well, and he’d know you were lying. Even without looking at him. You pursed your lips.

“Remember the Amortentia potion?” you started. You didn’t give him the opportunity to answer as you continued. “I didn’t smell my boyfriend – ex-boyfriend. I smelled you.” You kept your eyes on the moon, ignoring your peripherals. Ignoring your body tingling as Draco scooted closer to you. “Pansy asked me who I smelled. She found out, somehow. I didn’t even tell her, didn’t want to.”

“You always were a bad liar,” Draco said softly. You noted the way his fingers twitched where it rested on his leg, almost as if he wanted to touch you, but decided against it.

“Yeah,” you responded. “I am.” Your heart beat in your chest wildly. Of all the things he could have said, he decided to point out your inability to lie? Had you not just dropped a bomb of information on him? Did he not even care? Your stomach flipped at the thought, legs tingling. What if he didn’t care? What would you do? Would your friendship be over?

You dared a peak at Draco. He was looking at the moon now, admiring her glow. Her haunted rays of light made Draco almost glow, the light bouncing off his light blonde hair. He looked almost like an angel. A haunted, fallen angel. You looked away from him and focused your gaze on the ground hundreds of feet below you. You’re not even sure if you could see the ground properly, or if that was just a thick layer of mist.

“It’s a good thing for me, though,” Draco said suddenly, breaking the awkward silence. Or maybe the silence was only awkward for you?

“Why?”

Draco looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Because I like bad liars. I like you.”

Your eyes met Draco’s and you searched for any deceit. The only thing you saw was sincerity and…longing. Had he always looked at you like that?

You shifted under his gaze and returned your eyes to the floor—or the mist—whatever that was.

“You don’t have to pity me, Draco.”

You heard him scoff. “I was never taught to pity anyone. I’m telling the truth, Y/N, I like you. More than a friend. And I think you like me more than a friend, too.”

It was your turn to scoff now, only when you did it, it sounded more like a weak laugh. “What gave it away — the amortentia?”

Draco smiled and moved closer to you. “Something like that.”

You returned the smile and rested your head on his shoulder. You took a deep breath of relief and contentment. Apples. Leather. Galleons. Just as you had smelt in the potion days ago.

Perhaps a part of you had always known your feelings for Draco were beyond that of friendship. He was the closest person in your life, had been there the longest, too. Whatever shit was going on with your parents, you had always found each other. It seemed fitting you would find your way to be together, and you were sure your parents would have arranged it anyways. Purebloods, they would have said, are meant to be together. That didn’t matter to you. You were with Draco because you wanted to.

You looked up at him through your lashes to find that he was already looking at you. Without missing a beat, you leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were soft and a bit dehydrated, but it felt right. This felt right. You both were still children in society’s eyes, but you knew, somehow, that this would last.

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parad-ice-lostandfound · 6 months

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Prompt: If someone had told you an hour ago that Vil and Rook would attempt breaking into Ramshackle, drunk out of their minds, you would have laughed and waved off their words. Well, that was what you would have thought an hour ago.

Pairing: Rook x Gn!Yuu/Prefect/Reader x Vil

Genre: Fluff

TW: Underage drinking, mentions of being very drunk, Rook and Vil are most definitely ooc (cause they're drunk)

A.N: For the record, I am not trying to encourage underage drinking. That is not my intention. I just had a funny story told to me by my aunt that inspired this. Again, not trying to encourage underage drinking or heavy drinking (drink responsibly and only after you come of age please).

If someone had told you an hour ago that Vil and Rook would attempt breaking into Ramshackle, drunk out of their minds, you would have laughed and waved off their words.

After all, Rook would never willingly compromise himself by drinking to the point where he couldn't walk without stumbling. He was a hunter; his sharp senses were his pride, and alcohol muddles the senses, rendering them dull. The idea of such loss of control over his actions may be a bit tempting, but you knew he wouldn't be as irresponsible as to have alcohol on a school night.

The same could be said for Vil. He was comfortable with showing you and Rook more of his natural and less put-together side, but he would not exactly let himself be drunk to the point where he slurred his words, each syllable melting into the next as he attempted to communicate with you. Not just to keep his dignified and elegant image, but also because of how horrible the hangover on the next day would be for him (he was a lightweight who learned it the hard way after getting into his father's special alcohol stash one day).

Well, that was what you would have thought an hour ago.

You sighed as you looked at the two boys who had all but broken the door to Ramshackle down. The pounding on the door (courtesy of Rook, who was also saying something that sounded like an essay in French as he stood outside your dorm) had woken you up from where you had fallen asleep completing assignments. You could still remember Grim's confused "Mrah?!" as he walked over and opened the front door for the two, bolting upstairs when the stink of alcohol became too much for his poor sensitive nose to bear.

Somehow, you had managed to bring the two inside, to the guest room, where they were both sprawled in a messy heap of limbs on a couch. It would have been a little cute, had they not been absolutely hammered beyond belief.

"Mon cher Trickster~" Rook hummed, eyes sly and captivating even as they drooped from the influence of alcohol. "Come nearer, and allow me... allow me the privilege of... basking in your glory..."

His voice was smooth and silky, and if it weren't for the way you saw him struggle like a newborn fawn just moments ago, you would have believed him to still be somewhat sober.

Vil, meanwhile, was just staring up at you with an awe-struck look on his face, eyes wide and shiny. Cheeks warm and a soft red from whatever he drank, he seemed content to just watch you as you stood in front of them wondering what to do. You looked over their appearance. Both the Pomefiore boys looked as beautiful as ever, even with their very obviously inebriated actions and reactions.

"What did you two drink? And how much?" You asked Rook, crouching slightly to reach his eye level. Rook scrunched his nose, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to remember; meanwhile your eyes focused on the freckles that had begun making their appearance after hours of being hidden beneath makeup.

"Apple... juice," Rook said, head tilting towards you as he answered your question. "Just... apple juice," Vil agreed, words mixing in his mouth even as he answered you with all the seriousness of a five year old trying to tell his mother that he had not had any cookies before dinner.

"You two don't seem like you had just apple juice though," you hummed, holding back a smile as Vil pouted at your words. Before he could voice any protests, you lightly patted his head, running your fingers through the silky blonde strands. Vil melted under your tender touch, eyes closing in bliss as he rested his head on Rook's chest.

"Stay," you ordered him, much in the way Crewel would with his students, but with a marked gentleness to your tone. Vil nodded, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you tried to make them more comfortable on the couch. Coaxing Rook to get up just a little for you to slip a pillow under his head, getting one of the blankets Vil had gotten especially for you, he watched you do every little thing to make their impromptu sleepover more comfortable for them.

Rook had fallen asleep by the time you finished making arrangements for the two of them to sleep somewhat comfortably. While you would have preferred to get them to your room and on an actual bed, they did not seem to be in any condition to climb the rickety stairs Ramshackle was famous for.

Ruffling Rook and Vil's hair one last time, you turned to move... only to be held back by a hand closing around your wrist. Your eyes trailed down your arm, an amused expression on your face as you saw Vil holding onto you.

"Yes, Vil?"

"Stay," Vil mirrored your words from before, the softly uttered command lacking the impact it otherwise would have had on you. Dewy eyes looked up at you, and a gentle "Please.." slipped through his lips, tugging at your heart strings the way he was tugging at your wrist.

You chuckled and acquiesced, sitting down in front of the couch with your wrist still in his grasp. Moving Rook's hand out of the way, you laid your head on the edge of the couch, looking into amethyst eyes. Eyes that softened with sleep and contentment as he watched you settle down near the two of them.

He stubbornly tried to remain awake, even as his eyelids kept drooping in protest. You, who had already had quite a restful nap (thanks to Professor Trein's homework) kept watching him in thinly veiled amusement and adoration for a few minutes, before speaking to him in a gentle tone. "You should go to sleep Vil. It's late."

A petulant pout was directed at you, and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. "Come on, you need to sleep. It's important for a healthy and glowing skin, y'know," you hummed, using his own words (that he used nearly everyday for you) for him. His eyelids drooped even lower at the warmth in your voice, yet he stubbornly kept looking at you.

"I'm not going anywhere, Vil. I promise."

Finally, the male seemed satisfied with what you said. At least, that's what you figured from the way his eyes fully closed and remained closed, his breathing gradually slowing down as he fell into a deep sleep.

Your hand was still held in his. While his grip had loosened in his sleep... you did promise to stay.

Well, there were more uncomfortable places and positions you could have slept in.

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bun-lapin · 6 months

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NRC Staff Story: Food Thief

Summary: Someone is stealing food in the staff break room

A/N: I feel like there's not enough crack fics featuring the staff characters! There are many days where I just want to laugh at the exploits of our beloved, silly teachers lol I love thinking about the funny hijinks they could get into as a ragtag cast of coworkers~! <3

Word Count: 1.3k CW: crack, silly, dramatic shouting, childish insults, someone says 'ass' lol

“There is a villain in our midst.”

Professor Crewel closes the fridge door with a decisive snap of his wrist and then turns to face his colleagues assembled in the staff break room. He crosses his arms over his chest, an expression of deep annoyance plastered over his elegant features.

Raising an eyebrow, Professor Trein peers over his teacup at the younger professor and dryly asks, “Would you care to elaborate on that cryptic remark, Divus?”

Crewel briefly closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh. Opening his eyes once more, he levels a petulant glare at Professor Trein and explains, “There is a thief in this room. Snacks have been taken without permission all week and now the criminal has taken something of mine.” He raises his arm and then brings it down in a grand sweeping motion, pointing a red-gloved finger at everyone in the room, “It has to be someone in this room right now! I placed a slice of apple rum cake in the fridge, stepped out of the room for ten minutes, and now I find that my cake is gone!”

Trein looks over at Coach Vargas. Leaning against the far wall, the athletics professor shifts the dumbbell in his hand to the other and then silently shakes his head at Trein. They both look over to Sam, who is lounging on a small, red sofa filling out a crossword puzzle. He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head with a small shrug of his shoulders. The three men turn their heads to look back once more at Professor Crewel.

With a weary sigh, Trein states, “No one here has taken your cake, Divus.”

Planting his hands on his hips in a defiant posture, Crewel scoffs with indignation, “I’m telling you, my cake is gone! One of you has to have taken it because no one else has come in or out of this room this whole time!”

Sam chuckles quietly and flashes an easygoing smile at Crewel. He raises a hand in a calming motion and says, “Snacks have indeed gone missing this past week, Divus. But you should remember that everyone here has also been a victim of this food thief, myself included! A thief can’t steal from himself, can he?”

Professor Crewel’s stance softens slightly as he considers Sam’s words. Narrowing his eyes, he mutters with some reluctance, “I suppose that is a good point…”

Setting his dumbbell down carefully on the floor, Coach Vargas lets out a boisterous laugh and says, “I know I definitely didn’t take it! Today isn’t a cheat day and there’s no way I’d eat the useless calories from your little cake.”

Crewel’s posture immediately bristles and he yells at Vargas, “Oh shut up, you lumbering meathead! Why don’t you go suck an egg?!”

Vargas folds his arms over his broad chest and raises an eyebrow at Crewel. “There’s no need to shout. And for your information, I’ve already had my raw egg shake for the day.”

Professor Trein slowly shakes his head and turns back to the newspaper in his lap. Without looking up, he tiredly states, “Ashton. The phrase ‘Go suck an egg’ is a dismissive insult.”

“I- I knew that!” Vargas sputters out in obvious surprise. He quickly composes himself and then glowers at Professor Crewel. Stalking over across the room, Vargas points an accusatory finger at Crewel and shouts, “Just because you lost your dumb cake somewhere, that doesn’t mean you can insult me like that! You wanna take this outside and settle this like men, you scrawny beanpole?!”

With a small huff of exasperation, Crewel sweeps back the white hair framing one side of his face. Through gritted teeth, his voice low with barely checked annoyance, he growls, “I didn’t lose my cake, you useless pile of muscles. I placed it in the fridge just a few minutes ago and now it’s disappeared!”

Slowly rolling up the sleeves of his red athletic jacket, Vargas shakes his head with restrained outrage, “Now you’ve gone and done it. No one calls my muscles useless! Let’s take this outside where I can really kick your ass!”

The two men lunge towards each other with fists raised. However, before either can strike, Sam steps smoothly in between the two and firmly pushes them apart. “Alright, gents! Let’s cool it down now. Fighting is not going to solve this situation.” He shakes his head with a playful smirk on his face and asks, “What would the students say if they saw two professors of this esteemed institution duking it out like a pair of street thugs?”

Glancing up from his newspaper, Trein scowls at the young men and remarks, “Sam is correct. You two should know better than to jump to violence over something so trivial.” Turning back to his reading, he adds with a disapproving sniff, “Do try to keep some semblance of professionalism in the workplace.”

Both Crewel and Vargas take a step back, away from each other, and exchange irritated glares. Straightening out their clothes, the two men mutter barely audible excuses. Then, as the break room door suddenly swings open, everyone turns to look at the dark figure in the doorway.

Holding a small, white paper box in his hands, Headmage Crowley takes a few steps into the room and turns to address Professor Trein, “Ah! Mozus! Do you have the test scores I asked to see this morning?” Opening the box in his hands, he takes out a small wooden fork and nonchalantly takes a bite of the apple rum cake packaged inside.

Blinking rapidly with utter disbelief, Crewel furiously points at the box in Crowley’s hands and shouts, “That’s my cake! How did you get that?!”

Crowley, startled by the sudden outburst, regains his composure and answers in a matter-of-fact kind of voice, “I got it from the fridge, of course.”

Sam shakes his head in bewilderment and explains, “What Divus means to say is, how did you get the cake from the fridge, Crowley? None of us saw you come into the break room to take it.”

Taking another bite of cake, Crowley answers, “Ah yes! I’ve had a small mirror portal installed in the back of the fridge so that I can grab myself a snack without having to walk all the way from my office to the break room.”

A heavy, thoughtful silence fills the room as the group considers Crowley’s explanation. Without a word, Coach Vargas strides over to the fridge and opens it wide. Looking inside, everyone takes in the sight of a miniature mirror portal, about the size of a dinner plate, attached to the back wall of the fridge and half-hidden behind some tall juice cartons. A collective sigh of disappointment and frustration is heard as they all turn back to glare at Crowley.

Closing his eyes tight with a grimace, Trein pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “Crowley, those snacks all belonged to various member of the staff. You’ll have reimburse everyone you stole from.”

Professor Crewel raises a hand high in the air and angrily shouts, “You can start with me, seeing as how you’re literally eating my cake as we speak!”

Crowley glances down at the paper box in his hands and then looks back up with a nervous laugh. Taking a step backwards through the open door, he calls out in a fast-paced, reassuring tone, “Ah! Yes, of course! I’ll just go a fetch my wallet now so that I can pay you back for this delicious cake!” Crowley then turns and hurries off down the hallway.

The four men watch the animated headmage disappear into the distance and sit for a minute in silence. Breaking the quiet moment with a cynical laugh, Sam mutters to himself, “We’re never going to get paid back.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst fanfic #night raven college #twst staff #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein #ashton vargas #twst sam #bun-lapin écrit

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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I’m not sure how blurbs work, so I apologise if I’m doing it wrong, but I haven’t seen much jjk stuff from you besides the Mahito fic soooo -

Geto Suguru and degradation (I think he’d have a filthy mouth all the while his actions are completely the opposite, so he’d like call you a filthy whore who’s nothing but a cock sleeve for him while stroking your cheek with his knuckles in such a sweet way that it makes your head go fuzzy)

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, sloppy sloppy oral sex ( he’s receiving ), deepthroat, dacryphilia, spit kink, lots of degradation, reader is a non sorcerer, breath control, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I NEEDED MORE GETO IN MY LIFE. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread and written while i was in the middle of work. thanks for reading < 3

Geto loves to watch you choke yourself with his cock— sliding down so far when sucking him that the thick head jabs into the back of your throat and you gag. when you look up at him with tears gluing your eyelashes together, drool bubbling out of the taut corners of your mouth, he leans against the back of his hand and tilts his head, dreamy.

“Keep it up, fucktoy.” there’s a dusky pink tint to the apples of his cheeks that tell you it feels good, and you whimper— bracing yourself for the discomfort of forcing him into your throat. “There’s still plenty left of my cock to fit in that mouth of yours.”

but, he won’t do it for you. the sorcerer would rather see you break yourself to please him, and you’re just dickdrunk enough to do it.

you open as wide as you can and force your head down, sputtering with your eyes big and watering, staring up at him. his are cold and expectant. you should be taking him easier, and you should be grateful to do so; you knew that’s what he thought.

hell, you might’ve thought the same at this point.

Geto had a phenomenal way of making you feel lower than the dirt on the bottom of his shoes— always more than willing to tell you that he doesn’t fuck nonsorcerers, and you should keep your pussy tight and wet and sweet so he doesn’t regret making you his only exception. he was more powerful, and therefore more important, than you were and you were meant to worship the ground he spit on for it.

“You’re getting more and more compliant,” he hums, watching your lips smash against his base, and his hand flees with not one ounce of urgency, his fingertips petting back the hair at your temple before they dance along your cheekbone, and you gurgle, hunkering your body closer to the ground like a happy canine getting her praising pups. “Took just a little bit of time, and you’ve become house trained. A submissive, slutty set of holes made to drain my balls and nothing more.” you mewl, eyes rolling back, and his knuckles trace your countenance before hooking and pinching your nostrils together, effectively cutting off your oxygen. your shoulders knit together and you reach for his wrist, hoping to pry his fingers off so that you may breathe, but one simple quirk of his brow stops you from grabbing him. “Mostly trained.”

squeezing your nostrils together tighter, he nudges your head back, listening to the way you cluck and gurgle as he slowly but surely pushes you off of him. with an obscene pop, the tip falls free from your panting mouth, webs of drool still tethering you to it and dribbling on to your bare breasts. it was a cocktail of precum and saliva, and you spit some more up as you suck in gulps of raggedy breaths through your mouth, looking up at him.

“Shall I teach you your next lesson?” he croons, leaning close. you nod, and he works his mouth as he watches you.

“Yes, please…” you croak, inching as close to him as possible, just in time for him to spit in your face. you flinch, but luckily it caught the side of your mouth, and you were quick to open wider for him to do it once more, directly on to your tongue, and you whimper, batting your wet, sticky eyelashes.

“My filthy, little human fuckhole doesn’t breathe unless I grant her the privilege.”

#geto #geto x reader #geto x you #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto suguru x you #getou smut #getou Suguru #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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bloodsuckingfiends · 2 months

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More Than Enough

Summary: Whilst at the Elfsong one evening, Tav runs into someone she would rather forget, and Astarion reminds her that she's more than enough.

Pairing: Astarion x fem!Tav

Warnings: a shitty ex who's said some not so nice things to Tav, Astarion attempting to navigate how to handle sensitive/emotional situations

Word Count: 900+

A/N: I know this is such an oddly specific idea, but that's because it's self-indulgent, and I've been thinking about how my ex told me this and it still makes me feel like shit, and I needed comfort lmao. SO, if you've ever been made to feel like an object, this one's for you

It had been a long and arduous day, from locating severed pieces of a clown, to wiping out the steel watch. The party had certainly earned a hot meal, a bath, and a drink. Emphasis on that last one.

Tav stood at the bar waiting for the barkeep to come back around, while Astarion was upstairs finishing bathing, and the rest of the party was tucked away into a corner booth. Tav could feel herself spacing out, the fatigue of the day wearing on her as she stood and leaned against the bar.

"Tav?"

She froze. She knew that voice. She wished she didn't, but she did, and quite frankly, it belonged to one of the last people she wanted to see at the moment.

"Alberich... fancy seeing you here." Tav lies, slowly turning on her heel to face the half-elf.

He hadn't changed... much. His hair is still long and black, albeit a bit frizzy, and his nose still a bit large for his face. She notices the cocky smirk on his face, and wishes she could slap it right off.

"I was just visiting, and was hoping I would see you here." His dark eyes casually sweep down briefly to look at Tav's chest before looking up again, his smirk immediately falling.

Tav felt a gentle hand at the small of her back, and the comforting presence of Astarion at her side. He could tell. He could always tell at this point, when her body language clearly read uncomfortability.

"Hello, my sweet. Who's this, I don't believe we've met before?" Astarion says smoothly after kissing the apple of Tav's cheek and locking eyes with the half-elf before him.

Tav blinked for a moment before introducing the two, "This is Alberich. We were partners for a short while, many moons ago. An Alberich, this is Astarion, my... partner." She leaned a little more into Astarion, taking comfort in how grounding his form felt against hers.

"How lovely it is to meet you." the pale elf drawls, offering a hand to a silent half-elf. Alberich merely nods in response. A rare occurrence in which he decides to be quiet for once.

"Well, I do believe Tav and I must get to bed now. Was a hard day for Tav, being a hero and all that. Not that you would know much about the subject." Astarion gesticulates casually as he speaks. "Have a wonderful evening, Alberich." The vampire gently leads Tav away by the waist towards the tavern's staircase, whilst she threw a half-hearted wave back at the stunned half-elf.

Once the two elves were in their shared room for the night, Astarion closed the door, and Tav began unlacing her corset with shaky fingers. Of course, Astarion's watchful eyes take notice.

"Little love, are you alright?" he asks in a soft manner. He had made his way over to her, resting his chin over her shoulder and wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

Tav stiffens for a moment before relaxing into his touch, "Hmm? Oh, yes. Yes, I'm alright." Her voice sounds a bit distant, her hand letting go of her corset laces, and instead holding over Astarion's own hand to ground herself.

"Tav, I know I'm new to this whole, emotions, thing, but I'm here for you, if you should need to talk." He turns her around in his arms to face her, searching her shifting eyes. She breaks away from his hold to sit on the bed. Astarion follows to sit beside her.

"Everytime I think that I'm over it, he pops back up somehow and reminds me." her long fingers worry over the fabric of her skirt. She looks up to see a slightly bewildered look upon her love's face.

"Oh no! I don't mean like that! I've been over him in that way for a long long time. You've nothing to worry about." She give him a soft smile, taking his hand in her own. "Alberich was my first partner, in every sense. When we first got together, I was hesitant about sex, nervous. Not long into our being together, were intimate, and that was that. That is until a couple of years later." Her eyes meet Astarion's.

"He had casually told me years later, that had I not given it up soon, he would have broken it off with me. That he had thought about it." Tav swallows at the memory, and Astarion soothingly rubs her knuckles. "While I was falling in love with him, all he thought of was how he would leave me if he didn't get to fuck me soon." A muscle ticks in Tav's jaw, anger furrowing her brows. Tears prick at her eyes, and he cups her cheek in his palm.

"Now I'm sure you've been told this far too many times to even count, my dear, but he never deserved you." gently, he thumbs away the tears breaking from her waterline. "You are more than just something to be objectified. You should be cherished, and loved, and I feel honored to be the one that you chose to trust to do so. And I thank you for returning that kindness to me everyday, for showing me that it is possible." She leans forward to cling to him, her nose buried in his neck, arms holding him tight, and despite the feeling on her tears sticking his shirt to his skin, Astarion hugs her back. Holding her close to him like that evening she had hugged him after his confession back at Moonrise Towers.

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Upon a nightly walk //part 3 (Reader!Bridgerton x Sherlock Holmes)

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Summary: Awaiting your punishment for sneaking out at night, you hope to post-pone it by avoiding your brothers. Bothered by what to do does Anthony something surprisingly and go visit the man himself who escorted you home before the break of dawn. [ part 1 & part 2 ]

You tiptoed down the stairs towards the kitchen. You had deliberately staid away from the breakfast table, not wanting to see any of your brothers. Last nights encounter still fresh in your mind. Arriving downstairs you took a few turns heading into the kitchen. Luckily it was deserted. On the long table were some fruits in a basket. Bread as well as you plucked one out, biting a piece of. Chewing happily you grabbed an apple, tossing it up to catch it afterwards. Humming a bit you took another bite of the bread.

Looking down at it, you decided to take a few more pieces. Stuffing the rest of the bread in your mouth to grab new ones. While you were at it, you stole a few biscuits as well, storing them in your hand with the apple. Hands packed and full, you looked around for what more to take, slowly turning round. – “God!” – you called out, everything in your hand tossed up the moment you got startled. Anthony was leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

He had been watching you take food from the kitchen without letting himself known. The second you recovered from your startle, you brushed your hands down your skirt, setting your expression on neutral. – “If you are hungry, why weren’t you at breakfast then?” – he asked. You looked deliberately away, chin up. Anthony puffed bothered when you ignored him.

You knelt down to pick up the food you had taken. Anthony untangled his arms nodding his head in disbelief that you were ignoring him. – “You!” – he called out with a firm point at you. You got up, immediately turning your posture away from him. It agitated him more that you were angry at him for last night. – “Why are you angry?” – he shouted. – “I should be angry!” – he added. – “Aren’t you?” – you finally responded bitsy. That made him suck in a breath, holding it captive in his bloated cheeks at the audacity that you had in his presence.

“I am!” – he made clear sounding a bit like a child trying to get his right. – “It is settled then.” – you replied with a fake smile making him gawk at you in shock. You went around the table with the food. – “Leave the food!” – he ordered in a sense to punish you. – “Fine!” – you answered loud dropping it onto the table. – “You spoiled my appetite anyways!” – you shouted just before leaving the kitchen. Anthony inhaled sharp through his nose. – “Take it then!” – he pointed at the food in a passive aggressive way. You reappeared from behind the corner. – “No thanks!” – you said with a smile.

Anthony turned on his heel going the other way. He made it till the corridor before he sighed loud and returned. He hated that he went back into the kitchen. From the table he grabbed an apple with a rough grip to return. Around the corner you were smiling to yourself. Secretly enjoying the sibling bickering. You knew it was never serious. Even just now Anthony had proven to you it wasn’t serious. He would never let you starve, that is why he took the apple to give it to you later.

You avoided the parlor with much thought. No need to have some more bickering with Benedict or Colin. You understood they were protective, but nothing had happened. Sherlock was as ever a gentleman. If you didn’t know his character so well, you wouldn’t have done it. You wouldn’t have escorted him home or took care for him. You certainly wouldn’t have staid and fallen asleep. As you expected you found the apple on your nightstand after having taken the long route through the gardens to be sure you wouldn’t pass by anyone.

With a faint smile you picked up the apple letting it rotate in your grip. Taking the first bite it felt fresh in your mouth. The juice having come from your bite rolling down your chin making you catch it with your hand. Rather wiping your chin clean unladylike. Just wiping it hand back and front whilst chewing. No napkin to pat it gently away. Taking another bite you wandered closer to the window overlooking the gardens. The gardens were empty till you heard murmured voices.

Upon seeing your brothers Colin and Benedict walk out into the garden you hid behind the curtain not wanting them to see you. Peeking a bit around the curtain you saw them laugh and head over to the open space in the gardens by the benches. Both holding their fencings swords. You were so caught up with watching your brothers you hadn’t seen Anthony jog after them in a white shirt. He paused to look up. The moment his eyes met up with yours, you dove down out of sight. Feeling stupid that he had seen you.

Sitting down under the window, you exhaled loud with a hand on your chest. You were sure a punishment would follow after your nightly walk. You just hoped to post-pone it as long as you avoided your brothers. Thinking about it you found it strange none of your sisters or mother had barged into your room demanding answers. Had they not spoken of it to the others? Sliding your hands over your arms, you embraced your knees in pity.

Of course you knew you had made a mistake by going out at night. The reason seemed useless now from what it meant back then. Of course you were grateful for Sherlock’s arrival and your brother’s worry. You were stupid and reckless. You couldn’t blame them… yet you did a bit. Blamed them for yelling at you with the greatest shame in you. You had let them down and it was all on you.

That stupid part of you that wanted to feel adventurous. That stupid girl inside of you who really thought the streets of London would be just as save as during the day. Oh how wrong you were. Lowering your head, you wanted to cry, but you had no more tears left.

Outside were the eldest brothers playing fence. Colin and Benedict dueling against one another. Anthony at the bench lost in his thoughts. Benedict paused looking over at him. – “Breaking your head on Y/n’s punishment?” – he chuckled out making Colin stop as well. – “It isn’t laughable brother.” – Colin commented. He then turned his posture to Anthony. – “You must punish her well brother, so she’ll never think of it again.” – Colin spoke dutiful with his fencing sword under his armpit.

Anthony simply hummed mindlessly. Benedict knew him well enough to understand the meaning of his features. – “Don’t tell me you feel sentiment of her?” – he said placing his fencing sword also under his armpit as he took a step closer. – “Our sister did the unthinkable!” – he outed. – “You think I don’t know that!” – Anthony shouted bitsy nearly jumping out of his skin. Sighing deep he let himself lean back on the bench. – “I just…I…urgh I don’t know.” – he groaned out turning his posture to the side. Colin and Benedict shared a brief look, exhaling afterwards.

“It’s Y/n.” – Benedict said slightly agreeing with Anthony. – “So what will you do then?” – Colin said bothered. – “Let her off the hook cause she waved her pity eyes at you?” – Colin continued. – “No!” – Anthony shouted getting up. – “I…I need to think!” – he threw his hand up in agony. He rushed between Colin and Benedict heading back inside. Benedict grabbed his fencing sword again pointing it at Colin. Colin shook his head not in the mood to go on anymore.

Anthony went to fetch his suit’s jacket, heading out the door then. Head filled with worry and restless feet they carried him on the streets of London. The thoughts inside of him going spiral. Stumping at the biggest questions in his head. Why head out at night? Why Sherlock? Why stay there? He understood it was too dangerous to go home by yourself, but why Sherlock? The thoughts made him groan and shake his head. Folding his hands behind his back, he tried not to think much of it. He rounded a corner met up with the shops. Glancing briefly in the window, he saw a young girl getting measured for a new dress.

Across a man trying on a new hat. He ignored the shops heading forwards. By the end of the street was a floral shop. The most vibrant pink tulips standing outside. The sight of the tulips made him freeze; arms released from behind him. The lady who owned the shop had noticed him and walked up to him. – “Should I pack these lovely tulips sir?” – she asked. Anthony hummed loud as if woken from a dream. – “The tulips sir. I can see you are drawn to them. Perhaps for a lovely lady?” – she guessed with a sweet smile.

Anthony took a step back, shaking his head. The lady came closer to him. – “I am sure the lady you give this will be very happy.” – she said easing him into buying them. – “You think so?” – Anthony said almost hopeful. The lady nodded eager to take the flowers for him. – “Shall I?” – she asked hands hovering over the tulips. Anthony agreed, nodding.

Not long after he was holding a bouquet of tulips. He was about to return home till he noticed how not so far from a certain street he was. Lead by curiosity he went that way. Bakerstreet to be exact. Tulips in hand he crossed the street. Keeping an eye out for a passing carriage, he made his way across. Taking a few turns he was in Bakerstreet, just looking for 221B. The moment he found it; he exhaled deep. Knocking loud on the door. He took an anxious step back. Suddenly aware of the flowers he was holding he felt foolish. The door opened making him stiffen his posture.

“Anthony?” – Sherlock called out confused. – “May I?” – he asked as Sherlock smiled upon seeing the flowers in his hand. Sherlock stepped aside for Anthony to enter. Once entered he looked curious outside. A bit anxious that not more brothers of yours were at his doorstep. Anthony stood a bit lost in his house. Staring up the walls. – “Lovely flowers.” – Sherlock stated with a smirk as if Anthony had bought them for him.

“For my sister.” – Anthony said clearing his throat as he moved the flowers behind his back. – “Please.” – Sherlock gestured for him to sit. Anthony held the flowers on his lap after sitting down. – “To what do I owe the pleasure.” – he spoke innocently. – “Don’t patronize me. I know it was you who brought my sister home.” – Anthony replied loud making Sherlock swallow nervously.

“How…how is she?” – Sherlock questioned as Anthony gave him a cold glare, silencing him immediately. – “I am going to be straight with you.” – Anthony started as Sherlock gestured for him to do so. – “Why did my sister come to your house? Did… did you meet up in secret? Have you been improper?” – he nearly shrieked out in a panic. Sherlock shaking his head with frantic waves of his hands. – “No! I am a gentleman!” – he responded quickly.

“Then why? Why take advantage of my sister’s good nature?” – Anthony wanted to know. Sherlock took a deep breath. – “Truth is… your sister stumbled upon me in an improper manner.” – he explained. Anthony’s eyes sharpened with hatred making Sherlock wave his hands in denial again. – “Not like that.” – Meaning not that improper behavior of men and women. – “I was drunk…” – he clarified. – “Tossed out of the bar as I like to say not my finest moment.” – he added holding his hands up.

“Your sister stumbled upon me being tossed out. She offered to escort me home. Her good nature took care of me while I was in imposition of doing so. I assure you nothing happened. She escorted me home and made sure I would be hydrated enough. She must have fallen asleep after I did.” – he ended. Anthony took a deep breath leaning back in the chair. – “I would never do anything that would harm her good nature.” – he added after a bit of silence.

Anthony pressed his knuckles underneath his chin thoughtful. – “If you wish to be angry at someone, direct it to me. I was foolish enough to get drunk in her presence.” – Sherlock offered. Anthony took a deep breath rubbing his hands down his thighs. – “My sister’s been in the wrong too by going out at night.” – he simply said. Sherlock couldn’t comment on that as he was right. – “I…I’ll have to give her a consequence for leaving the house.” – Anthony outed.

“But…but I am glad my sister stumbled upon you.” – he continued looking down at the tulips. – “If anything would’ve happened…” – Anthony’s words faded out. – “I know…” – Sherlock answered knowing he would blame himself forever. Blame himself for not being able to protect you. He had been losing his mind over what if he hadn’t stumbled upon you.

What would’ve happened then? He didn’t want to think about it. Anthony got up making Sherlock get up as well. Together they walked back to the door. Anthony left finally having a bit of clearance now. Sherlock shut the door slightly confused of the sudden encounter. Never in a million years had he thought Anthony Bridgerton would be at his doorstep with flowers.

Anthony hastened to home. Stormed into the house, rushing up the stairs to your room. You were startled by loud banging on your door. It ushered you to open the door in a haste. Greeted by tulips you blinked confused. Anthony held them out to you. – “Let us not fight anymore.” – he said apologizing in almost a forced way. You accepted the tulips, staring down at them.

“I’m still shocked by what you did Y/n, but I don’t want us to ignore each other and fight.” – he said looking with pity at you. You smiled softly. – “I hated fighting with you too.” – you replied. Anthony smiled relieved as he leaned in for a hug. You hugged him back with much love. You turned round to set the tulips in a vase.

“Thank you.” – you whispered to them before returning to your brother with open arms. Still a riddle to you what made him change attitude, but you rather had it this way. You were honest before. You hated fighting with him. Then your mind went to Sherlock, hoping you could have that tea with him one day.

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