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i just want to let you know that the first thing mr vienna did after arriving at my house was to stop in front of my gojo figures and formally ask for his blessing 😭 he was like “look, i don’t think i can fight you but will you let me take care of her?” 😭
#— ai rambles#he is the silliest guy 😭🤍#we had food together at home and he washed the dishes 🥹#i insisted that i would bc he’s my guest after all and he came from behind me and hugged me tightly and said#‘choose — either i’ll throw you on the bed or you will go there yourself and let me take care of this’#i think i have to marry him#we just woke up from a short nap but he is still a bit sleepy AHAHA which is why i have the time to stop by#he’s dozing off every few mins it’s so cute#he said he couldn’t sleep at all last night bc he was really excited 🥹 but now he’s so relaxed and at peace (his words not mine)#anywayyy#i go again BYE 🤍
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Day 17: being ignored | Theo Nott
smut
TW: fingering
The whole afternoon Theo had been reading, and it would have been fine hadn’t you woken up needy. The only thought in your mind was to get him to make you come, and you weren’t doing such a great job. You resumed kissing his neck slowly.
“Baby, baby please, won’t you come lay down with me?” You made him your best set of puppy eyes, and you saw him closing the book, making you internally giggle: you were about to receive the much-needed attention, but you talked too soon.
“Darling, I know what you’re trying to do, and it isn’t working. I have to finish this book for the upcoming test, and you know that. Go to sleep, mh?” You felt really close to throwing a tantrum, the fact that he wouldn’t focus on you nearly maddening.
“But I’ve slept two hours already” You whined. “Plus, you should stop reading, you’ve been focusing on it for the whole afternoon, you need to rest, and I know the best way to get you relaxed” Your voice turned sultry, but he still wouldn’t pick up on your flirting. You tried to give him your best puppy eyes, and he sighed.
“Okay angel, I will come to bed with you, mh? But I’ll still be reading, you can cuddle me if you want to, though. Does this sound good?” You nodded, giving up on the fact that you had to make do with the cuddles.
Theo sat on the bed, and you laid across from him, your legs on his abs, face up. He resumed his reading, massaging your thighs softly, getting you to relax fully under his touch.
As you were about to fall asleep again, you felt his fingertips gazing your core, just like that you were up again; he then started to apply more pressure, but when you propped yourself up, he wasn’t looking at you: he was flipping the pages of his book, unfazed.
Thinking you might have mistaken his intentions, you laid down again, just to feel his thumb pressing on your clit, while his index and middle finger pushed your panties to the side. Exhaling a sigh, you opened your legs wider, allowing him more space.
You looked up again, this time he stared you down, his left eyebrow raised. “Take a picture, love, it’ll last longer” As you were about to make a snarky comment, you felt his index finger entering you mercilessly, making you let out a loud moan.
He retracted his hand, making you whine, and you looked at him as he opened your nightstand drawer, retracting your rose toy. Nonchalantly, he turned it up, holding his book in the other hand while he started pressing the toy to your clit.
You thought that, at this point, he would have put that goddamned book down and paid you attention, but he didn’t, not sparing you a glance. Soon, though, it didn’t matter anymore whether he was looking at you, your head too lost in the pleasure the toy was giving you.
When you started to grind your hips, he stopped. “Theo” You panted. “Theo, please”
“You either stay still and take what I give you, or I’ll stop. You choose”
“I’ll be still, Theo, as still as possible, just, please”
He smirked down at you. “You’re so desperate, I’m not even giving you my full attention and you’re already on the verge of coming. Such a needy thing” You whimpered slightly, and he resumed to play with your clit through the toy.
This time, he didn’t stop when you were about to come, increasing the rhythm of the toy and inserting his index finger in you, making you shiver head to toe.
“Theo, Theo, oh my God-“ You came with a loud cry, him continuing to toy with you until you whimpered, feeling overstimulated.
Once you caught your breath, he gave you a knowing smirk. “Did me ignoring you turn you on? What a dirty little slut”
In a second, he was on you, the book long forgotten.
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fix me up
billy hargrove x gn!reader
word count: 1,425
warnings: swearing, allusions to sex/sexual innuendos, basically billy being a flirty little shit, mentions of back pain, fluff
a/n: hiii!! i came up with this a few days ago and i’ve been in love with it but now i’m feeling a little iffy about it, so i hope someone out there in the void likes it. happy reading! love you!! <33
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“I think that if I have to lift a squirmy toddler up one more time, I’m just going to fucking die.”
“That seems a little dramatic.”
You’re sat on your knees next to where Billy lays flat on his back, his palms pressed to his eyes. You reach forward and rub your hand over his forehead, fingers smoothing over his hair.
He moves his hands, looking up at you like he always does when you’re sweet with him. He raises his brows for a moment, a little confused, but then he leans into it, allowing himself to enjoy your affection.
His hair is still a little damp from the shower he had when he got home, washing the smell of chlorine from his skin.
You drag your thumb over the slit in his eyebrow, across the circles under his eyes, lingering on the freckles he has. They’re your favorite part of him, you’ve decided.
Billy shifts a little, like he’s uncomfortable, his eyes scrunching closed in pain.
“Something hurtin’ you, baby?”
He grabs for your wrist when you take it away, smacking a kiss to your pulse point.
“My back’s fucking killin’ me.”
You pout for just a second, though he misses it because his eyes are still closed.
It’s a dull ache that travels from his lower back, up his spine, and spreads at his shoulders. He’s sore. And his sides hurt, too. He can practically still feel the little feet kicking the shit out of him as he tried to convince the kids they were not, in fact, going to sink.
Not with floaties on, and not with him there. Not on their backs.
“Want me to rub it for you?”
Billy snorts. “You’d do that?”
You readjust so you’re sitting cross-legged. “I mean, I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, but I’m willing to try to see if it’ll make you feel better.”
“I have complete faith in you.”
“Liar.”
He grins at you before he’s grabbing your face with both hands to pull you down to his level. He kisses you once; his mouth is warm and he’s a little stubbly, though it’s not like you mind.
When he pulls away, Billy sits up and flips so that he’s laying on his tummy, socked feet up by the pillows.
You go to straddle the backs of his thighs, but he’s sitting up again. “Wait—wait,” he says. He yanks his shirt off over his head and throws it somewhere behind him on the bed.
You roll your eyes. “Show off.”
“Like you don’t want your hands on me.”
You choose this moment to slap him on the ass. He groans and crosses his arms so he can rest his face on them, cheek squishing up so he looks much less menacing than he would’ve hoped.
You settle with your knees on either side of his hips, placing your hands on the skin of his back. He shivers, and you fight a grin.
Billy is so warm. He's like a space heater. It takes seconds for the tips of your fingers to warm up against him. You run your hands over the planes of his back, down the dip in his spine.
“I’m gonna touch you, and I need you to tell me where it hurts, okay?”
Billy hums. Having you on him like this is comforting, he thinks. He likes feeling the weight of you against him, likes your hands running all over him. Even if you do keep skimming his ass because you can’t help yourself.
You rest your palms against his lower back. “Here right?” You lean down and kiss the spot.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Where else?” you ask. You put some lotion on your hands so as to not make him uncomfortable, warming it up before you touch him. He fights the urge to make a joke about you lubing him up.
Your hands slide upwards, over his shoulder blades. “There,” he grumbles.
“That all?”
“My sides.”
You put your hands back against his soft spot, and rub them up and outwards in a sort of sweeping motion. “So, like, this whole spot?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“‘Kay. You’ll tell me if something hurts or if you want it harder, right?”
Billy snorts at the sexual connotation that your words carry. He’s laughing because he’s asked you the same questions before. And he likes that you’re the one asking them now.
“Billy,” you whine.
“You know I will.”
You start with his lower back, pressing your hands firmer than you had been against his skin. You rub in that same motion you’d used before, fingers spreading and trying to push the tension out.
He hasn’t complained yet, so you assume he’s doing fine. Assume you’re doing fine.
You keep doing that, rubbing his back and thinking about how you might do your own, reaching and sort of massaging the area to relieve the pain.
When you look up at him, Billy’s eyes are closed. It’s like he’s sinking into the mattress. It makes you smile.
You move to his shoulders. Your palms dig into the squish of his back, tanned skin and freckles moving under your touch. You push upwards, and hear him sigh.
Billy feels like he could die. Your hands feel so good and his mind is so muddled he’s not even sure he could form a coherent thought. He knows that if he’s like this and you’re only doing his back, he’d just dissolve if you touched anything else.
You start on his back again, remembering that he’d said it was bothering him the most. You use both of your thumbs and start at the very base of his spine, just above the waistband of his underwear, pushing hard.
You’ve only done this once when he moans.
“Ohhh, fuck.”
You stop. You’re giggling at the way he’s melting underneath you and it’s making you heat up in more ways than one.
Billy turns his head to look at you, half asleep, blanket lines on his cheek. “Why’d you quit?” he grumbles.
You grin. “You’re moaning, William.”
He rolls his eyes and face plants back into the comforter on his bed. “Am not.”
You laugh and he reaches back with one hand, blindly swatting at you. He misses but is too sleepy and entranced to do anything but relent, so your thumbs find his back again, pushing in the same motion.
This time Billy let’s put a low sigh, like the tension is being released from his back. You push a little harder, rubbing up a little further. He does it again, brows furrowing. He knows that he moaned for you. He’s trying not to do it again but he’s losing the battle.
“That good, huh?” you tease.
Billy’s eyes fly open and he pushes up onto his elbows. He’s said those exact words to you so many times it’s like he doesn’t even have to think about it anymore.
He’s not sure he wants to admit how much he likes this power you hold over him.
You take your hands off of him and place them over your mouth to keep from laughing. You’re so proud of yourself and Billy swears he feels his heart swell at your antics.
“Do you want me to stop?” you ask. “Clearly I wasn’t hurting you.” You’re laughing again and you lower yourself to rest your forehead against his back. He can feel your breath and your body shaking with giggles.
“Kiss my ass,” he says. He runs a hand down his face.
When you take him up on his offer, planting a kiss on the side of his ass cheek–even if it is on top of the cotton shorts he’s wearing–Billy breaks.
He laughs. It’s a warm and happy sound. He seriously can’t believe you.
The both of you are laughing like children, so loud that Max screams down the hall for you to “shut the hell up,” but that only makes it worse.
“Okay,” you start, trying to catch your breath. “Okay. Holy shit.” Your hand slides back up his back, fingers running up and down his spine, giving him goosebumps. “You feel any better? Or you want me to keep going?”
Billy flops back down into the mattress. “Please don’t stop. Need you to fix me up.”
You adjust yourself so that you’re sitting directly against the curve of his ass this time. You lean down to whisper into his ear, hands massaging at his sides.
“I think I can fix you up just fine, baby.”
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‘ ALL THESE WANNABE CHUN LI’S ‘

synopsis : with spring approaching eren decides to throw a party at his family’s home with a big ass pool in the backyard. and with a party comes blooming relationships….maybe..
content below contains — stallion reader, munch jean, reader wears jewelry, BLACK !! reader, jean is an absolute fiend, modern! au — ENJOY . a collab with @cafesho 🫶🏾
march 23rd, 2023
is what your phone read when you tapped the screen, your eyes squinted and glossed over with morning tears. you can see all the text messages from the group chat you were in with all your friends. you saw that eren texted you separately so you choose to open it and are somewhat surprised by what the grey box read. ‘i got a friend i think you might like,’ you roll your eyes. eren always tried putting you on with dudes you weren’t interested in, sometimes they were intimidated by your height, feeling personally attacked and often tried to one-up you. other times, you were just as tall as them, but their personality threw everything off. ‘oh??? how tall is he?’ ‘like 6 foot smth’ you were somewhat interested, you couldn’t show it though. so you ended up just responding with a simple ‘okay’. you swipe out of you and eren’s chat and go into the groupchat, seeing messages about eren’s so-called “party” he's throwing today. you couldn’t help but groan. the thing about eren is that he loves his ass a party. whether it be a housewarming party, thanksgiving, hell, even a christmas party, best believe eren will make it his mission to make it a party. you lift yourself up and rub your eyes, your long arms stretching above your head. you roll out of bed and walk into your bathroom.
“i’m so tired.” you mumble to yourself. you pull and poke at your face in the mirror, trying to wake yourself up for the day. after you’ve finished all of your morning routine you pull your bonnet off and grab your brush, brushing through your lace front, holding the front of it to ease the pulling of your head. “damn!” you exclaim, your head jerking to the side due to your brush. you slam it down in frustration. “i’ll just worry about it later..” you grumble to yourself, looking around for an outfit you’d remembered just a few minutes ago. you throw on your brown and white letterman jacket along with your brown leather pants, pushing your feet into your white cement 3’s. you search around for your phone, and one you get ahold of it you call eren.
‘yoooo?’ eren woos.
“mikasa ‘nd them at the house?” you ask, sighing at the chip of your pinkie acrylic nail.
'yea hurry your ass up', you could hear the sound of muffled rap music playing in the background. Only Eren would host a party this early during the day. You roll your eyes and hang up, then you startup your pink car, a random RnB song continues playing where it left off and you pull out of your driveway and start speeding your way to Eren's house.
On the way there you start thinking up possible ways to turn down this mystery guy before he shames your height as you weren't exactly in the mood for that kind of bullshit today.
You pull up to the front of Eren's house and exit your car, the booming sound of some random rap song(u can choose if u like) greeting you and the scent of weed invading your nostrils. You heave a sigh and weave your way through the throngs of bodies littering his front lawn and to his front door. Inside was hot and stuffy. Over in the corner you could instantly spot Eren leaning against a wall with both his friends Armin and Mikasa on either side of him. You make your way towards him, ready to get this little matchmaker thing over with so you could at least make an effort to enjoy the party afterwards. Eren notices your appearance and gives you a side hug as a greeting.
'Alright where is he?'
'what're you so eager about?' he replies jokingly and releases you from the hug.
'I wanna go enjoy the party'
At that exact moment a familiar face makes its way over to where you, Eren and the others are standing.
Jean Kirstein. Campus fuckboy.
you watched as jean dapped up armin and eren and gave mikasa a hug. he stops at you, lips pursed together. you sigh.
jean looks over to eren and points at you. “this her?” he asks, a smirk on his face. your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. he was talking like you weren’t even there! eren nods and jean turns to you again. “wassup, i’m jean.” he says, dappling you up and looking you up and down hungrily. “mhm, i know who you are.” you smile, watching eren, armin, and mikasa walk away, shooting grins your way. jean takes place from where eren was and watches as you scroll on your phone.
“you’re really..” jean starts, you roll your eyes and look at him. “tall? i know.” you say, putting your phone in your pocket as you start to walk away. jean follows after you and grabs your hand. “no, no. you’re really pretty.” jean says, pulling you into his body. you smirk and pat his chest, walking away with a sweet smile and a kiss to his cheek. the party went on like any other, people throwing ass, drinking, smoking weed, the whole thing. the end of the party was especially jean’s favorite.
“y/n!” jean calls out to you. you were saying your goodbyes to everyone and were walking to your car. you turn to jean with a “huh?” jean smiles and hands you his phone — the screen illuminated with his instagram handle. you roll your eyes and grin, pulling out your own phone. you typed it into your search bar and get in your car. “bye, jean.” you smile, revving up your car and driving away before he could say bye back. jean watched in awe as you drove away before him. he felt his phone buzz and he looked down with a notification from instagram.
‘y/nsinterlude started following you.’
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i just need more vamp! reader x ethan morgan /preferably hc's (you choose the plot)
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I’ve said this before, but he’s cautious about your teeth being near him
Specifically, your fangs near a bloodstream
He’s scared you’ll either drink him dry or turn him
Usually, you’re good about keeping them in around him, but sometimes, they just come out
Especially since, canonically, Ethan has really good blood
You and Ethan had been studying in his room for a few hours. Well, he was studying. You decided to just sit on his lap and accompany him, okay with risking that you’d probably be doing a frantic study session the night before a test. Ethan had stopped trying to get you to study with him, learning to just be content with the fact that you were spending time with him.
One hand was planted on your hip, keeping you steady in your place, while the other turned the pages in his textbook. Every time he reached to turn a page, he’d kiss your cheek or forehead.
Somehow, Ethan cut his finger while lifting the page he was on, and you stiffened.
Ethan looked at you, soon becoming scared at the sight of your fangs and yellow eyes. Usually, he thought you looked cool. But then again, your fangs usually showed when you were fighting a bad guy of the week, not when you were staring at your boyfriend.
“Uhhh, Y/n?” His voice shook you out of your bloodlusting trance, and you slapped a hand over your nose and mouth, scrambling off of his lap.
“Oh my gosh, Ethan, I’m so sorry.” You both seemed shaken up at this moment. You were genuinely thinking about taking some of Ethan’s blood as soon as the delicious scent hit your nostrils.
And by the look on Ethan’s face, it seemed like he knew it.
“It’s okay,” he said reassuringly, but he still stood up and moved out of the room cautiously. “You stay here; I’ll go clean this up.”
Yeah, sometimes things get a lil rough
But usually, you and Ethan have a great time together
If you have to hunt at night, he likes to go with you
He won’t look because he’d probably throw up or something
But he likes spending time with you and doesn’t want you getting hurt or anything
Even though he knows you can take care of yourself
“Okay, I’m gonna grab a bite to eat.” You stood from the park bench you and Ethan were sitting on. It was about eleven at night, so the place was empty except for you two and wildlife. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be here.” Ethan smiled up at you. You kissed him briefly before speeding off, hoping to find something filling.
Although he never accompanied you during the main part of your excursions, Ethan liked to come with you when you had to hunt at night. It was nice to spend some time together away from everyone else.
Ethan only had to wait a few minutes before you returned. You sat down next to him, sighing in satisfaction.
“That was fast,” Ethan commented.
“Yeah, I found a pack of squirrels.” Despite the situation, Ethan laughed. He threw his arm over your shoulders and looked down at you.
“Oh!” He moved his head back a bit in surprise, looking at your mouth. “You got a lil something there.” He pointed to the corner of his mouth, mirroring the spot where you had a smudge of blood. You wiped at your mouth and, after seeing the red, licked it off your finger. Ethan shuddered but still held you close. “Okay, then.”
I feel like Ethan would eventually want to be turned
Kinda think that death and dying scare him a bit
Plus, he hates the thought of you outliving him since you’ll live forever
It takes a bunch of convincing on both sides before you actually do it tho
“Ethan, are you sure you’ve really thought about this?” You asked, staring up at his ceiling as the two of you lay on his bed. “I mean, once I do it, there’s no going back. The chances of there being a cure are slim to none.”
“I know.” He sighed. “But I’m sure.”
“A hundred percent sure?”
“Yeah.” Ethan turned his head to look at you, just to see that you were already looking at him. “And besides, we agreed to do it after graduation. So if I’m suddenly not completely sure, I have a few months to say so.” He reached down to grab your hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m not gonna change my mind, though. I don’t wanna lose you.”
“I don’t wanna lose you either.” You said softly.
You turned onto your side, shifting so you were pressed into Ethan’s side. He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your body, keeping you close.
“Just a few more months.” He said before kissing you.
“And then forever.” You replied once you broke apart.
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Law of Attraction — Chapter Three: The Offer



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rating: 18+, minors dni.
warnings: professor!Joel, professor x student relationship, one-sided emotional pining (for now), jealous!Joel, possessive!Joel, dom!Joel, smut (unprotected piv, fingering, m oral receiving), no use of y/n.
word count: 3.6k
chapter synopsis: joel makes you an offer that you’re apprehensive about, but don’t want to refuse.
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“Hold the fuck up. I’m sorry, you did what?” Adrienne paces back and forth before you in your bedroom as you sat down at the edge of your bed, gnawing at your bottom lip as you fiddled with your tangled fingers in your lap.
Shame swarmed throughout your whole body. You couldn’t believe it, either.
Stupid, stupid girl.
“Maybe this could be good for me.” Your voice is meek as you try to defend your own honor, but truthfully, your rebuttal wasn’t very promising.
“Babe. Listen to me. You know I love you more than anything in the world, right?” She looks down to you, grabbing onto your shoulders softly. You nod your head, still unable to meet her eyes.
“Okay, I know you and I both know this just isn’t going to end well. You literally just confessed to me that you’re starting to fall for a man you’ve hooked up with a couple of times and now you’re telling me you’re agreeing to do this—this dangerous game with him? I don’t understand why he even offered this in the first place.” Adrienne huffed in exasperation, trying to wrap her head around the whole ordeal.
You honestly couldn’t point out why on god’s green earth that you agreed to be friends with benefits with Joel. Your fucking professor, of all people.
The conversation you two had the night you two slept together at the hotel in Los Angeles before he left your room to go to his kept replaying in your head.
“So I was thinkin’ about this. Us. And I wanna propose somethin’.” Joel’s voice was a soft lull, drawing your attention up to him.
You waited for him to continue, nervousness coursing through your body.
“I wanna keep doin’ this– uh, ‘hookin’ up’– so I was wonderin’ if you wanted to do the whole friends with benefits thing.” Joel’s words were a bit apprehensive, probably because he was trying to choose the right ones to say.
Your heart absolutely sank at his suggestion. Friends with benefits? What were you two, high schoolers?
You tried to not let your expression falter and give away what you were really feeling, which was sadness and pure disappointment. Was he ashamed to be seen with you publicly or something because you were a bigger girl?
You thought your relationship with him meant more than that.
Your mind swirled a million miles a minute, and you gnawed on your lip as your weight shifted back and forth between your feet. You studied his features, and he appeared to be cool and collected.
You contemplated his offer, weighing the pros and cons of it all. He eyed you, keeping his arms crossed over his chest as he tilted his head to the side.
“You don’t have to do this with me if you don’t want it, darlin’. ‘M not forcin’ you.”
“I–I know that, Joel. I’ve just never done something like this.”
You honestly didn’t really know how to feel about it. You knew yourself and knew that your feelings for the man standing before you were blossoming in the deepest parts within you, and now it felt like thorns from a rose bush were digging into your chest, constricting you from breathing.
You didn’t want to lose him. You couldn’t. So, you took a deep breath and bit the goddamn bullet.
“Okay. I’ll do it.”
You looked up at Adrienne who looked sad for you.
“I’m fine, Adri, I promise,” Lie. “This could be good for me, y’know? I mean, sex with no strings attached with a hot, experienced man.” You shrug. Adrienne saw right through your façade.
She sighs and sits down next to you on your bed, putting a hand on your thigh.
“I just don’t get it. He claimed that you’re his, possessive as fuck, and then throws this offer at you? The fuck is that?” She throws her hands up, clearly frustrated for you.
You wish you could answer that, because you were wondering the same thing.
“I’m just going to see where this goes. I mean, if it gets to be too much, I can just pull back and say I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s not like a contractual bind or anything.”
“Just… be careful. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” She says, wrapping her arms around you to give you a hug.
“I will, Adri. I promise.”
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Tess reprimanded Joel when he told her what he asked you. She couldn’t believe it.
“Joel, you’ve got to be fucking kidding. Friends with benefits? At your grown ass age?” She stares at her best friend in complete disbelief, whisper shouting at him in a small coffee shop in Austin. Tess flew back with Joel to Texas for a conference, so she was visiting him for a bit.
“Fuck, Tess, I panicked, okay? I’m feeling things with her that I haven’t felt in so long and—and I just don’t want a repeat of what happened with Christine.” Joel felt shame creep into his body, hanging his head low as he stared at his reflection in the dark liquid of coffee in his cup below him.
“Joel, it’s been like five years since everything happened with Christine. What’s got you thinking that this girl would do the same thing to you? I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”
“Yeah, well, Christine looked at me that way once too before she started fucking her colleague in our bed.” Joel spat, leaning back in the booth as the palms of his hands covered his eyes. He groaned softly, remembering the awful feeling in his gut when he saw his then fiancée fucking someone else.
“Christine’s a bitch. I know that. I also know that you deserve better. This woman is your better, Joel. ‘M not just talking out of my ass on this one.” Tess takes a sip of her coffee as she eyes Joel, replaying her words in his head.
“I just—fuck, I just can’t.” Joel closes his eyes, shaking his head.
“She deserves better than this, Joel.”
“We’ve only fucked twice. If she had feelings for me like that I’m sure she’d make it known to me. It’s not like we can exactly show out anyways, considerin’ she’s still my student.”
“Didn’t you say she’s graduating with her masters degree in a couple of months? And it’s not like she’s not of age, Joel. She’s only a couple years shy of thirty.” Tess quirks her brow, resting her elbows on the table as she folds her hands to rest her chin upon them.
“Can we not talk about this anymore? How are you and Misty?” Joel’s poor attempt at changing the subject made Tess chuckle sarcastically.
“When she’s had enough of your shit, don’t say I didn’t tell you so, Miller.” Tess points the wooden stirrer at him, wishing to the heavens that he would just let go for once in his life and move on.
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The following week returning from spring break was, well, awkward. At least for you. You had to sit in Joel’s class for two and a half hours twice a week until you graduated.
You felt weird knowing that you and him being friends with benefits was an unknown phenomenon to the rest of your classmates. It was your dirty little secret.
One at which you were hiding pretty well, but Joel wasn’t.
You walked in with your classmate, Tyler, who was also in Professor Sanchez’s class before Joel’s with you. You were both talking about an upcoming project for the class and stopped in front of the usual desk you sat at. It was nothing more than causal conversation, but Joel couldn’t help but blatantly stare at the two of you.
Tyler’s hand came up to your shoulder, resting it there before nodding. You smiled at him, ever so innocently, not taking in account that Joel was now scowling. That same muscle in his jaw ticked with pure annoyance.
“If we could all take our seats, class will be starting in a minute.” Joel’s voice boomed throughout the classroom, and Tyler’s hand dropped from your shoulder as he nodded at you and went to his seat at the back of the class. You slipped into your desk, pulling out your pen and notebook.
You took in the way that Joel’s eyes settled on you, an unmistakable fire behind his dark stare. You furrowed your brows at him.
The lesson went by, and you could tell he was annoyed as he taught. His voice was gruff and his his movements were none short of agitated.
When class ended, you took your time finishing your notes and packing things up so you could linger after the rest of your fellow classmates left.
“My office. Now.” Joel grits, striding ahead of you to the small room in the back of the hallway in his classroom.
You followed suit, bag slung over your shoulder. Your sneakers scuffed the floor as you tried your best to keep up with him.
“What’s up with you, Joel? Why are you so mad today?” You ask as you softly close his office door, leaning against it afterward.
“The hell’s Tyler touching you like that for?”
Your brows furrow as you look at him in disbelief.
“Joel, you cannot be serious. It was an innocent touch to my shoulder.”
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” He steps closer to you, a daring glint in his eyes.
“I’m not yours, Joel.”
“Oh? ‘S that so? Get on your knees.”
You swallow thickly. “Wh-what?”
“You heard me. On your knees.”
A dark desire pooled in your core, secretly loving this possessive side of him.
You dropped your bag on the ground, sinking to your knees as you looked up at him to wait for further instruction.
He cupped your jaw with his rough hands, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“You’re so beautiful. That pretty mouth of yours needs to be around my cock right now though, dont’ya think?”
You pressed your thighs together at his words, biting your lip as you tried to suppress a whine.
“Answer me, little girl.”
Fuck.
“Yes, sir.” Your voice is meek as you felt heat rush to your face.
You could already see his cock hardening in the confines of his jeans, the outline of it taunting you. Truthfully, you loved that you turned him on so much. It made your head spin that you bagged one of the hottest men you know, even if he just wanted a friends with benefits type thing.
The thought of that reminded you that this—having sex with him and doing these dirty things—meant nothing to him. Maybe you oughta get a little bit of revenge. You smiled smugly to yourself as you kept your eyes trained on the outline of his cock.
His large hands started working the buckle of his belt, fumbling with the button of his jeans and his zipper afterward. He groaned with relief as he moved his jeans and boxers down just enough to release himself from the constraint of his clothing.
You’d almost forgotten how much seeing his cock this close made your mouth fucking salivate. He was thick and long, veins protruding from the underside and the head was bright red, swollen and leaking precum.
“Such a dirty fuckin’ girl for lookin’ at my cock like it’s your last meal. Gotta say though, baby, sure does feed my ego.” Joel darkly chuckles as he takes a step forward.
The tip of his cock touched your lips, smearing the salty precum on your lips.
“Be a good girl f’me and show me what ya got.” Joel coos, and you don’t hesitate a second longer to wrap your lips only around the tip. You poke your tongue out to trace the vein on the bottom of his shaft, the silky flesh tasting salty on your tongue. You hummed in appreciation, using your lips to glide you back up to the tip. You gave the tip a kiss, smirking as you looked Joel straight in the fucking eyes.
You were determined to keep your eyes on him the entire time; see what your mouth can do to unravel such a man. You took him in slowly, cock heavy on your tongue as he slid onto your tongue and toward the back of your throat. You gagged softly around him as your nose met the coarse hairs at the base of his cock, and his hand went flying to cradle the back of your head.
“That’s it, there you go baby. Such a good fuckin’ girl.” He praises, and you hum around him. One of your hands moves to wrap around the back of his calf, and the other reaches up to pay his balls some attention.
He moans softly, his breathing becoming uneven as it forms into a slight pant. The slick pooling between your legs became nearly unbearable, because the sounds he was making was turning you on beyond belief.
You began a steady pace on him, your saliva pooling around his cock the longer you kept going. You hollowed your cheeks out, and he looked down at you with that same dangerous glint in his eye he’s had all day.
You moved down his cock again so you were swallowing him whole, this time taking him better as your throat constricted around him. He let out a strangled moan, head lolled to the side and eyes closed with furrowed brows as he tried to focus on not cumming right then and there.
You had other plans for him.
You were determined to get your aforementioned revenge on him, which involved a very much overstimulated Joel whining and fucking begging you to stop.
You kept constricting your throat around him, only moving up once in awhile now while hollowing your cheeks.
Joel was going to lose his fucking mind. Never in his forty five years of life has anyone given him head this good. If he thought the first time you did it to him was incredible, this time blew the last completely out of the water.
“Look s’fuckin’ pretty with your mouth full of my cock, hm? ‘M not gonna last much longer.” He cradles the side of your face as you made sure you looked at him in a sultry manner. Eyelids half hooded; eyes gleaming with a dark and carnal desire for the man above you.
You were showing Joel Miller exactly what he signed up for.
You felt him twitch in your mouth, letting you know he was dangerously close. You slowly slid your tongue up to the tip, flicking your tongue between the slit on his head. That’s when he lost all control.
“Fuuuuuck.” He groaned, thick ropes of cum spitting into your mouth as you wrapped your head around his tip once more. Even after he’d exhausted all of his spend, you kept going. Kept sucking, kept licking, and didn’t fucking stop.
This was revenge for the friends with benefits ordeal.
“Fuck, darlin’ please stop. Please, s-top. Fuck.” He hissed, grabbing your hair to pull you off of him. You yelped as he yanked you backwards, a string of saliva connecting from his tip to your lips.
You smirked up at him and quirked an eyebrow, and his eyes go completely black.
Oh, you were fucked.
“Get up.” He grits, and you stand to your feet. He pushes you against his desk and fists your shirt from behind, forcing you to bend over the dark mahogany.
“Think it’s fuckin’ funny? Huh?” He reaches around your front to unbutton your jeans button, pulling down the zipper and yanking your jeans and panties past your ass and down your legs in one swift motion.
You sucked in a breath as the cool office air hit your slick pussy. You closed your eyes to try and regain your composure, but truthfully, it was too late. You were bent over his desk with your pussy on display for him and you were just truly, utterly fucked.
“I’ll show you how funny it is.” He chuckles darkly, rubbing your ass before bringing a hand down to it. The slapping sound rung through your ears as your flesh stung, and you cried out.
Truthfully, it only turned you on more.
He rubbed your other cheek before bringing his palm harshly down against your flesh, ass rippling as another loud smack echoed off the walls of the room. You hissed at the contact, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a shaky breath.
“Look at you. Fuckin’ drippin’ f’me and I haven’t even touched your perfect little pussy yet. Little fuckin’ whore ready to be fucked, hm?” He asks, finally bringing his ring and middle finger where you need him most.
You moan as his fingers easily slide through your folds, gripping onto his desk like the Earth will lose gravitational pull if you don’t.
“Yes sir.” You choke out, voice garbled.
“You weren’t a good girl just a bit ago, though. You think bad girls deserve rewards?” He questions, and as he stands directly behind you, you felt his hardening cock on your ass.
“No, sir.”
“‘S right. Bad girls deserve to be punished. Dunno if I’ll let you cum this time, princess.” He threatens, and a whine escaped your throat.
Sure, you had a little pink vibrator in your nightstand drawer at home, but Joel’s cock and the delicious stretch it gave you provided much more relief than a silly little toy would.
“Please, sir.” Was all you could say, on the verge of tears. He could literally pump his fingers in you once and you’d be fucking done for.
“I’ll think about it.”
That’s all that was said before he lined his now fully erect cock up with your entrance, easily sliding in all the way to the hilt. The way your warmth squeezed him had him pausing to inhale shakily.
You moan at the contact, feeling his coarse hairs against your ass. You writhe beneath him, begging him silently to move.
“Stay. Fuckin’. Still.” He warns, spanking your ass once more. You cry out, breathing labored as you tried to do what he says.
“Sor– fuck, sorry, sir.”
It only took two beats before Joel started to move—really move. He was snapping his hips against your ass at a relentless pace, tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. The slight pain quickly subsided with pleasure as every ridge and vein of his silky flesh slid in and out of you at a perfectly timed pace.
He grabbed both of your hands and held both of your wrists together behind your back, other hand on the middle of your back to keep you held down. He was fucking you so hard that the desk started to scrape against the floor.
Your moans were muffled when Joel then moved his hand from your back to clamp over your mouth.
“Gotta fuckin’ be quiet, doll, or else you’ll get us both into trouble.” He tsked, but he wasn’t any better at suppressing his own moans. He removed his hand shortly after to brace it onto your shoulder.
“Takin’ me so goddamn well. Pussy was fuckin’ made f’me.” He smacks your ass once more, with less power as he drives his hips into your ass relentlessly.
“Feels s’good Joel, love your cock.” You slur, tears welling in your eyes.
“I know you fuckin’ do, little slut, takin’ my cock so easily. Droolin’ for it. Beggin’ for it. Beggin’ me to fuck you so good that I’ll ruin you for any other man.” Joel’s words dripped with venom, and you fucking knew that was a promise.
It’s you! You’re the man I want! You you you!
That’s all you wanted to say to him, but you couldn’t. How could you when you simply agreed to do this… arrangement with him? Him fucking you meant absolutely nothing to him. Simple as that. End of story.
But fuck, you wish it did. You wish he’d say fuck it, forget about the offer because I want to be with you unashamedly and show you off as my girl.
But you knew that would never be reality. Just a fantasy you conjured up in your head, torturing yourself with the fact that the “what if” will never be.
Stupid, stupid girl.
You snapped back to reality once you felt your legs tremble. You were close, and the obscene sounds of your wet pussy squelching around Joel’s cock as he pounded into you were nearly deafening.
“‘M gonna cum, Joel.” You cried, balling your hands into fists.
“Better not fuckin’ cum until I tell you you can.” His voice isn’t as rough as it was before, probably because he was close to his high too. His hips started stuttering and his pace faltered, breathing becoming so ragged that it sounded like small heaves.
Your walls clenched around him, body unable to hold off any longer.
“Please Joel, please, I can’t hold on anymore.”
Joel let go of your wrists as his hand slid between your legs, rubbing small, tight circles around your clit.
Your body simply couldn’t deny Joel’s expert touch. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the overwhelming sensation of Joel literally everywhere around you. His scent, his touch, his voice, him. Your walls clamped down on him harshly, legs shaking violently as you tried to suppress a scream.
Joel didn’t stop from rubbing your clit, and you realized he was doing the same exact thing you did to him.
Fucking bastard.
In a matter of seconds, he was grunting, spilling into you.
Someone was mumbling something repeatedly, and shortly after, you realized it was you saying Joel’s name continuously.
“JoelJoelJoelJoelJoelJoelJoel—”
“Sh. I’ve got you.” He pants, rubbing your shoulders. He pulls out of you, spent and utterly exhausted.
Your brain was still trying to process all of the events that just happened, finding it hard to believe what just occurred.
Joel pulled up your panties and jeans for you, prompting you to stand up straight as he zipped up your zipper and buttoned your pants back up. You turned around to face him, and he looked down at you as he readjusted his clothes himself.
“You okay?” He asks, and your brain couldn’t find words yet so you just nodded.
“Fucked you dumb on my cock, now, did I?” He smirked, and you swallowed thickly. He pulled you into him, kissing the top of your head. He bent down to grab your bag and slung it over your shoulder once more, nodding at you. “Mine.” Was all he said before kissing your head once more, opening the door to his office as you walked down the hallway back into his classroom.
You were dazed and confused, really wondering if this whole thing was worth it. You knew from that point forward that this offer of his was going to tear you apart piece by piece. Ruin you for what you’re worth.
Were you going to stop it? Of course not. You know you should, but, you couldn’t lose him—no matter the cost. But this meant nothing to him.
Naïve.
Stupid, stupid girl.
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𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭
1. “I didn’t fight for you because I thought you’d be better off without me.”
2. “You don’t get to come back into my life like nothing happened.”
3. “I can’t forgive you, not yet. But I don’t want you to leave either.”
4. “I know I broke your heart, but I never stopped loving you.”
5. “Do you ever regret what we could have been?”
6. “Why does it feel like I’m the only one trying to fix this?”
7. “If I leave now, I’m not coming back.”
8. “I tried so hard to hate you, but all I can think about is how much I miss you.”
9. “Some wounds don’t heal, and I think you were one of them.”
10. “Do you even want me to stay? Because I can’t keep guessing.”
11. “I thought we were past this, but here we are again.”
12. “I don’t want to lose you, but I think I already have.”
13. “You lied to me. You lied to my face.”
14. “You can’t just walk back into my life and expect everything to be okay.”
15. “Sometimes I wonder if you ever really knew me at all.”
𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
“Your hands are freezing! Let me warm them up for you.”
2. “I can’t sleep without you here. The bed feels too big.”
3. “You have a little something on your face” - “Oh where?” “Right… here” (Kisses them)
4. “You fell asleep while reading, and it was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”
5. “I could spend forever listening to you.”
6. “I love your laugh. I’d do anything to hear it every day.”
7. “Stop wrinkling your nose like that; it’s too cute, and I can’t focus.”
8. “You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing on my mind before I sleep.”
9. “I could spend hours just holding you and never get bored.”
10. “Every time I look at you, it feels like the first time all over again.”
11. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing you.”
12. “You’re my home. It doesn’t matter where we are as long as I’m with you.”
13. “You make me feel safe, even when everything else is falling apart.”
14. “Do you think we’ll still love each other like this when we’re old and gray?”
15. “I’m scared of how much I love you.” – “You don’t have to be. I’ll never hurt you.”
16. “I’d choose you in every lifetime.”
17. “I think the stars aligned the day I met you.”
18. “You’re breathtaking. And no, I’m not saying that because you caught me staring.”
19. “I never planned to fall in love, but here we are"
20. “You came back.” – “Of course I did. I couldn’t stay away.”
21. “You fell asleep on me, and I didn’t have the heart to move you.”
22. “I didn't realize that I was that distracting to you”
𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭
“You’re safe now. I promise.”
2. “Please, just let me take care of you this time.”
3. “I don’t care how broken you think you are. I’m not going anywhere.”
4. “You don’t have to do this alone anymore. I’m here.”
5. “You didn’t deserve what happened to you. None of it.”
6. “Hey… It’s okay to cry. I’ve got you.”
7. “I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”
8. “I’m not asking you to be okay right now, just to let me in.”
9. “Even on your worst days, you’re still enough for me.”
10. “Who did this to you?”
11. “No one deserves to feel the way you do, especially not you.
12. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s okay to let me in.”
13. “I’m sorry you’ve been carrying this burden on your own. I’m here now.”
14. “Im proud of you, even if you don't see it yourself now.”
𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫
“Is that my shirt?” – “It looks better on me, don’t you think?”
2. “You’re not as scary as you think you are.”
3. “If you trip one more time, I’m carrying you the rest of the way.”
4. “Did you seriously just throw popcorn at me?”
5. “You’re impossible. And unfortunately, I think I’m in love with you.”
6. “I can’t believe you ate the last slice of pizza!” – “I thought you didn’t want it!”
7. “If you touch my coffee, we’re fighting.”
8. “You’re awful at lying. Your face gives you away every time.”
9. “Did you just quote a movie in the middle of our argument?”
10. “I bet you can’t go a day without teasing me.”
11. “I swear I didn’t mean to trip you… I was just stretching my foot. Aggressively.”
12. “You were supposed to wake me up!” - “I tried! You punched me in the face and went back to sleep.”
13. “You lost your shoe again? Okay Cinderella-”
14. “Stop laughing. I’m trying to be mad at you”
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if we’ve got eachother - mjf

mjf x gender neutral! cole! reader
part one here • part two here
word count: 2.5k
warnings: not edited, bit of family drama, angst, language, nsfw themes/implied smut !
a week had gone by since adam found out about you and max, and you and your brother were effectively ignoring eachother completely. him and max had to be at least professional enough to do their segments together, but didn’t speak to eachother outside of work business. you hated that you had come between their friendship, but you also felt like adam was overreacting. there was a week long break coming up, and you knew adam was going him to see your parents; usually you would go with him, but this time you weren’t sure you really wanted to spend seven days in a house with him, along with your parents asking why you were fighting. your mom had actually been calling and texting you, asking if she could expect you home for the break, but you had ignored all of her messages.
“what are you thinking about?” max asked, snapping you out of your trance as he walked out of the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. his skin was still damp, nothing but a fluffy white towel around his waist as he used a smaller one to dry off his curly hair. max had been travelling with you rather than adam since things kind of exploded last week.
you raised an eyebrow, unable to stop yourself from staring at his chiseled abs, and the happy trail that started at his naval and disappeared under the towel.
“well now i’m thinking about something else…” you said, sitting up on the bed as max walked over to you, leaning down to kiss your lips.
“oh yeah? what’s that?” he smirked, and your hands reached for the towel that hung low on his hips. his hands cradled either side of your jaw as you let the towel fall to the floor, and he kissed you deeply. max pulled your shirt over your head, before wrapping a hand around your throat and pulling you up onto your knees, kissing you again. your hands tangled in his damp curls, and his tongue slipped past your lips to explore your mouth, that taste of mint toothpaste on his tongue.
you were interrupted by a knock at the door, and max sighed, kissing you one more time before he turned and started walking towards the door. you slid your shirt back on, making yourself look at least decent.
“i’ll get it,” you laughed pushing him around the corner out of view of the doorway, and throwing the towel at him. you were still smiling when you opened the door, but it disappeared completely at the sight of adam.
“y/n,” he began, greeted you with an awkward nod. you shifted your weight nervously back and forth on your feet.
“so you’re talking to me again?” you asked, and adam sighed.
“i … don’t know. i do need to ask you about next week though.”
“so mom sent you? that’s adorable,” you laughed, annoyed.
“can we set this aside- for one week; for her sake?” he asked, and you laughed in disbelief. of course you wanted to see your parents, but you were stubborn to your core.
“i don’t know adam. you’re the one who has an issue with me and max being together.” he sighed, running a hand through his long hair.
“i have an issue with the fact that you and my best friend betrayed me-“
“oh get over yourself. we didn’t get together just to spite you, adam. do you hear yourself? yes, we were wrong to hide it from you, i can admit that; but i wouldn’t take back what i did.”
“so you aren’t coming home?” he asked.
“i’ll think about it.”
“no you won’t. you’ve already decided; i know you.” adam spat. “at least call mom and have the guts to tell her you’re choosing a guy over your family.”
“don’t talk to them like that,” max appeared behind you, his lower half dressed in a pair of shorts.
“max,” adam greeted awkwardly. “this is a family conversation.”
“oh- please continue,” max taunted, not leaving your side.
“actually i think we’re done here,” you said, closing the door on your brother. max turned you to face him, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug.
“you okay?” he asked, kissing the top of your head. you nodded into his chest, before pulling back to kiss his lips softly.
“yeah. thank you for having my back, even though you don’t have to protect me from adam.”
“i know,” he said, kissing the top of your nose. “are you going home next week?” he asked, and you sighed flopping onto your stomach on the bed.
“i don’t think so. i don’t want to spend a week with someone who won’t talk to me,” you mumbled. max crawled onto the bed, hovering over top of you and placing kisses along your shoulder and up the side of your neck to your ear.
“come home with me instead,” he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear. you couldn’t hold back the moan that left your lips as max pressed himself against your backside. max rolled over, pulling you with him until you straddled his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close.
“you don’t think we’ll get sick of eachother if we spend a week together?” you teased, as max placed wet kissed on your neck, finding your sweet spot with ease.
“fuck no,” he laughed.
•••
you had in fact decided to spend the week off at max’s house with him, and the two of you had just arrived, pulling into the driveway in max’s blue camaro. when you entered the house, a fluffy white and tortoiseshell cat ran up to max, weaving in and out of his feet and meowing.
“hey piper,”max laughed, bending down to pick up the cat. “daddy’s home. did you miss me?” he bombarded the cat with kisses on her forehead, and you laughed.
“daddy?” you raised an eyebrow.
“shut up, you love it,” he smirked, and turned the cat towards you. “this is piper.” you extended a hand gently for the cat to sniff, and she let you pat her on the top of the head.
“hi piper,” you smiled. max placed her softly on the ground, and led you further into the house. it was minimally decorated, which made sense considering how many days of the year he would actually be home. there was a large cream coloured couch in the center of the living room, that had a wall of large windows.
“you’re gonna have two cuddle buddies now,” max was still talking to piper as you sat down on the soft couch, and the cat hopped up into your lap. “she likes you,” max smiled, and sat next to you in the couch, tucking you under his arm. piper walked back and worth across both of your laps, before laying down on the arm rest.
“she’s cute,” you beamed, and max kissed your lips softly.
“you’re cute.” you giggled as he kissed your forehead and then your lips again.
“did you hit your head or something? what’s got you in such a good mood?” you laughed, although you weren’t complaining; you could get used to the softer side of max.
“no,” he smirked, easily pushing you over to pin him underneath you on the couch. “why, how do you want me to be?” he stared down at you, his brown eyes darker than usual.
“i just didn’t know the devil could be such a softie, that’s all,” you explained playfully, knowing you were pushing his buttons.
“careful,” he warned, a hand wrapping gently but firmly around your throat as you stared up at him, your eyes wide with excitement. “you’re gonna get yourself in trouble. unless that’s what you’re trying to do?”
“you tell me, daddy.” you teased, and he groaned, his grip tightening around your neck before he relaxed.
“you are driving me crazy,” he rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss you. your teeth pulled at his bottom lip as his hand moved from your neck to cradle the side of your face.
“i can’t believe i get you all to myself for a whole week,” you exhaled as max left a trail of kisses down the side of your neck, leaving soft love bites behind.
“i hope you don’t like walking-“ you interrupted him with another kiss, and you could feel him smirking against your lips. your phone began to ring in your bag, and you sighed heavily. “don’t answer that,” max whispered next to your ear, his hands trailing down your sides to pull you hips upward against his.
“what if it’s important?” you asked, letting out a moan as he rutted his hips against yours.
“it can wait,” he growled, and his fingers began undoing your pants.
“max…”
“tell me if you want me to stop,” his voice sent a shiver down your spine as he slid your pants down, biting down on the skin below your jaw.
“fuck- please max,” you begged, unable to think straight.
“please what, baby?” he asked as his hand disappeared into your underwear.
“don’t stop.” max smiled before kissing you roughly, as your phone stopped ringing.
•••
you were peacefully face down in max’s bed, the soft blankets the only thing covering your body as you lay there, waking up from a nap after max had given you a very… thorough.. tour of his house. your eyes fluttered open at the sound of max getting out of the shower, the bathroom door opening with a soft click, and you looked up to see him, only his lower half dressed as he walked over to you. max leaned down and gently kissed the side of your head, and you smiled, waking up fully and rolling over to sit up against the headboard.
“hey sleepyhead, late night?” max teased, and you looked over at the clock that read 11:23 am, meaning you had only been asleep for about an hour, having fallen asleep after you and max had spent the entire morning breaking in his new mattress so to speak.
“shut up, don’t tease me when it’s your fault,” you pouted, pulling the blanket up higher. max laughed, raising his hands in mock innocence, kissing you sweetly on the lips.
“i’m sorry baby. you feel okay?” he asked sincerely, and you nodded.
“yeah, i’m great,” you smiled. “are you okay?”
“yeah baby i’m okay,” he smiled, kissing your forehead and then your lips again. “by the way, your phone has been going off for like an hour.”
you sighed, and max handed you one of his tshirts to wear as you got out of bed. max smiled to himself at the way your legs wobbled slightly as you walked, but didn’t mention it, deciding he had teased you enough. you walked over to your suitcase and dressed the rest of your body in your underwear and some shorts, before digging you phone out of your bag and checking the many notifications you had missed. there was about 20 text messages from your mom, a few from adam, and about 12 missed calls between the two of them. the ones from your mom were asking where you were, with increasing concern; you gathered that adam hadn’t told her you weren’t coming. reading through the ones he had sent confirmed your suspicion. you sighed, but clicked on your moms contact and put the phone to your ear, listening to it ring until she answered.
“y/n! sweetie i’ve been calling you! did you get my texts? why aren’t you home for the break?” she asked, concern in her voice.
“relax mom,” you laughed. “i’m sorry, adam was supposed to let you know i wouldn’t be there this time. i’m sorry to worry you,” you lied, only feeling a little guilty about throwing your brother under the bus.
“oh - he said he thought you were coming. i’ll have to talk to him,” she said. “anyways, what’s keeping you away? is there a boy?” she asked in a playful tone, and you smiled, looking over at max who was on the other side of the room, scrolling through his phone, paying no attention.
“yeah, actually - there is.”
“that’s great honey! are you spending your vacation together?” she asked.
“yeah, i’m actually with him at his house for a few days,” you explained. you knew she didn’t watch the show every week, but still hoped she didn’t ask too many questions about max. his reputation, at least in regards to the character he portrayed, wasn’t the best and would definitely concern your mother; nevermind the fact that him and adam were friends. thankfully, she didn’t ask for too many details.
“well i’m sad we won’t be seeing you, but i hope you’re having fun sweetie! be safe, and if something happens and you need to come home you’re always welcome.” you felt a pang in your heart, missing home and your family.
“thanks mom. i love you, and i promise next time i have time off i’ll be there.”
“i love you too, honey. me and your dad will see you then. maybe you can bring this boy of yours next time.” you smiled, glancing over at max again who looked up at your and sent you a wink, and you laughed softly.
“we’ll see mom. i’ll talk to you later okay?”
“bye sweetie,” she replied before you hung up. you considered calling adam as well, but decided you didn’t want to speak to him, sending him a text instead.
‘talked to mom. she’s happy for me.’
you put your phone back in your bag without waiting for a reply, and walked (still with some difficulty) over to max, who looked up at you from the chair he was sitting in.
“all good? your family’s not gonna send the cops here to arrest me for kidnapping you?” he asked, and you sat down in his lap, and his arms wrapped around your waist immediately.
“no i think you’re safe for now. unless adam calls them,” you joked. “my mom wants me to bring you home, so i think she’s on our side. i didn’t exactly tell her who you are though.”
“what can i say, moms love me.” you slapped his chest gently as you both laughed. “she’s doesn’t need to know all the little details just yet.”
“agreed. i just hope adam calms down about it. i hate that i’ve come in between you guys.”
“i know baby. he’ll get over it,” max said, kissing your cheek.
“i hope so,” you sighed. “enough about my family drama. what’s the plan for today?”
“hmmm i think we can do whatever we want,” max said, kissing your neck softly.
“i like the sound of that. i need to shower first though,” you giggled as his kissed tickled your skin. max let go of you, allowing you to stand up and walk to the bathroom. you turned the water on, before peeking back out into the bedroom.
“you coming?” you smirked, and max threw his phone aside and hurried over to join you, and you smiled. things may not be perfect, but you were happier than you had been in a long time, and as long as you and max had eachother, you knew you would be fine.
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A second drabble of "Fuuta goes to get a 3am snack and Es is being Weird" LOL. I love @waivyjellyfish 's hcs of inhuman Es, and they would 100% use this to torture Fuuta. Nothing overtly supernatural happens, which just adds to his pain that it's all technically possible, but still creeping him the fuck out 😂
Fuuta blinked the grogginess from his eyes, the fridge light nearly blinding him. He shifted around some leftovers, picking out something that looked appetizing. He peered over his shoulder. It was the dead of night, and he’d hate to wake any of the others. Unfortunately, he had no such luxury himself. His grumbling stomach didn’t care about his need for rest.
He placed a bite of cold food in his mouth.
He closed the fridge door, revealing Es standing behind it.
His coughing masked the sound of horror that would have come out otherwise. He’d leapt backwards about five feet, narrowly avoiding throwing the food directly at the warden’s darkened figure.
“You didn’t choose my cooking?” was all Es said in response to the mortifying reaction.
“The fuck are you doing!? I didn’t even hear you come in…”
One would think that those clicking heels and collar of jangling keys would make Es into a walking noisemaker, but they were surprisingly silent everywhere they went. The prisoners had often joked about Es’ catlike steps. Fuuta in no laughing mood, now.
“Don’t you have a lot to do tomorrow?” He tried to shake the uneasy feeling swirling in his gut. “You’ve been talking about it all day, I thought you’d want as much sleep as you could get.”
“I don’t sleep.”
“Does it look like I care that you’re drowned with work? That’s your own fault for trying to handle ten prisoners all by yourself. You’re not getting any pity from me.”
“Eh? No, I mean, I don’t sleep.”
Fuuta paused. “Stop fucking with me. I’m too tired for this crap.”
“I mean it. I was already awake when I heard someone up, I just wanted to investigate.”
“Bullshit. There’s no way you heard me from all the way down the hall, through that heavy door of yours. You’re probably hungry, too – but don’t get any ideas, these are mine.” He moved to the counter, transferring the food to another dish to heat.
Es followed, their icy eyes flicking between him and the food.
“You really prefer Mahiru’s cooking that much more?”
“Of course. Yours sucks. Don’t think I’ll give you any fake flattery just because you’re the warden.”
“I figured you would want me in charge of the kitchen instead of Jackalope. I’m just trying to help.”
“Tch. I’m pretty sure you’re trying to kill us.”
“With my cooking?” A smirk stretched across their lips. “There are easier ways to kill a person.”
Es stared at him, that odd smile on their face.
Fuuta tried to smother the shiver creeping up his spine.
They had to have been messing with him. This is just how a bored warden gets their kicks, he figured. They sneak up on unsuspecting prisoners in the middle of the night and say ominous things. They just liked bringing up murder to get under his skin. And of course they slept. They slept, ate, and – he looked down at the dish of food. He had seen them eat, right? He wracked his brain for any memory of it. It would explain the poor-tasting cooking…
“Ah!” Es’ voice made him jump for the second time that night. He followed their gaze over to the doorway, where Jackalope was hopping into the dim kitchen.
Es began to speak into the silence. This type of craziness, at least, was a familiar one: their insistence that they could speak to the little animal.
“I know, I know. … Yes, of course. I’ll be finished here in a moment.”
Fuuta’s gaze flicked between the pair. Tiny, black, beady eyes. Large, pale, round ones. Jacklope’s twitchy little nose. The way Es seemed entirely motionless.
“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” Fuuta grabbed the dish and stormed out of the room. He avoided meeting either set of eyes. Let them have their crazy, creepy conversations in the dark by themselves. He was out.
Es’ voice echoed into the hallway as he hurried back to his cell.
“Goodnight, Fuuta…”
Fuuta tried not to look like a little kid running back through the darkened corridors, but he certainly didn’t take his time.
The sheets rustled around him as he got into. His back pressed against the cell wall, so he could keep an eye on the entrance. He strained his ears to listen for any unnaturally quiet steps.
Then he looked down at his food.
He had completely lost his appetite.
#milgram#fuuta kajiyama#es#poor guy.... hes never sleeping now.....#RIP es' bad cooking#whether for supernatural reasons or not i feel ya 😭#i loved the thoughts about es never sleeping (and staring at the security cameras) and like the idea of them just wandering around the hall#i still dont know how chill the prisoners are about them talking to jackalope but i mean its probably still a little weird#fuuta: 'theyre perfectly human and normal. they just love fucking with people'#es: *is not human at all. does in fact love fucking with people though*#i was worried about making a repeat to another scene but theyre still distinct#theres something about the 3am fridge run that just calls to both of them.......#drabbles
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OoTP, Chapter 4 - Choosing Sides
Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader
Warnings: vague hints at abusive parents (I mean it's Lucius Malfoy)
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Word Count: 4291
After Herbology, you tried to catch Draco on his way out. He seemed preoccupied, and his friends trailed behind him, guffawing over some trinket they tossed back and forth, but he ignored them and you. They turned away from the castle and you gave up; it wasn’t worth it being late to Potions.
Perhaps you could write him a letter and send it in the post, you thought, absentmindedly stirring the contents of your cauldron. That should be discreet enough. It still irked you that you couldn’t just talk to him like a person, but in all truth, you didn’t really want people knowing you were associating with each other either. He had something of a reputation.
Though by the end of Double Potions you had formulated a plan, as you left the classroom you caught a glimpse of that unmistakable silver hair and green robes turning a corner down the corridor. You pretended to have left your quill behind, and peeled off from your friends and the stream of students heading to lunch. The soft pattering of your shoes on the cold stone floor must’ve given you away, for when you turned that same corner, Draco was leaning against the wall, arms folded, waiting for you.
“Why are you following me?” He looked somewhat harried; his hair hung slightly awry, and the shirt under his sweater vest was uncharacteristically wrinkled.
You stopped, confused. “I wanted to talk without having to send you a notarized letter.” His eyes narrowed. “I had just forgotten that this weekend was Hogsmeade, and I wondered if we could push our meeting to Sunday.”
“Oh. Sure that’s fine.” He paused, weighing his words. “I actually, uh, I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided I’d like to work for the Ministry, so I won’t need Herbology after all, so don’t worry about it.”
“What are you talking about? Is this because I want to reschedule?”
“Don’t be daft,” he snapped. “I can’t really picture myself doing something so undignified, working for goblins. The Ministry will be a much better fit for someone of my family’s standing.”
“I see,” you said quietly, taken aback by the venom in his words.
Draco continued quickly, “It’s just that I’ll have more important, more relevant things to focus on, and-and-and you probably do too.”
You nodded curtly, “We agreed we wouldn’t be friends. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” You paused before turning on your heel, “Good luck.”
Saturday morning came early, Wilbur purring on your chest with his wet nose sniffing at your closed eyes.
“Cat, one day you’re going to startle me so much I throw you off this bed, and it’ll be no one’s fault but yours.” He sat up, tail curled regally around him, waiting. “I can’t give you treats if you’re on top of me. Yes, yes I know.” You threw back the bed curtains and glanced at the enchanted windows. It was still somehow before dawn; everyone else was still asleep. You tsked at Wilbur, setting two treats beside him on your bed, and dressed quietly. You eased your broom out from under your bed and slunk out of your dormitory, then through the round painting door.
Almost a full week into October, the pre-dawn air was bracing as it whipped around you and your broom. The Quidditch pitch was deserted, thankfully, as it was the only area that allowed unsupervised flying on the whole grounds. There was nothing you wanted more than to fly through the trees and over the lake, but if anyone caught you they’d confiscate the broom and dock enough points to earn side-eyes until Christmas. So instead, you circled the pitch as fast as you could go, ignoring the stiff chill in your fingers as they gripped the broom handle. Patches of muddy ground spun by faster and faster until the whole world seemed brown.
“Y/N?” Your concentration broken, you yelped and had to pull up hard to keep yourself from ramming into a tower. On the ground, Yvette stood at the ready, broom in one hand and quaffle tucked neatly under the other arm. She kicked off and met you in the air. “Something you wanna talk about?”
“Not really. You don’t get enough fly time during practice?”
She shrugged. “I got into the habit, you know? After, I’m awake, and I feel better. You wanna run some passes with me?”
“Shoot, what time is it?” You’d forgotten about Hogsmeade, and the Hog’s Head, and Harry Potter. The sun was peeking over the trees, casting shadows with the tops of each tower on the pitch.
“Seven thirty, why?”
“I wanted to go to Hogsmeade today, but I can play for an hour.”
Yvette grinned and tossed you the quaffle. For whatever reason, completing random passes and scoring against imaginary opponents did a much better job of settling your mind than speed-flying in circles, although it was clear from the onset Yvette’s talent far out paced your own.
“You’ve gotten good at this,” you remarked breathily, touching down.
She scoffed, “I was always good, I just got better. So, no tutoring today?”
“Huh?”
“Your Slytherin, you aren’t sneaking off to tutor them?”
You bit your lip, the secret, evidently, out. “Donna told you?”
“You didn’t think she would? She tells everyone everything. Besides, three mornings in a row you don’t come to breakfast? We were bound to know something was up. So, you aren’t meeting them today? Or are you meeting them in Hogsmeade?”
You snorted at the thought of being seen with Draco Malfoy anywhere but a classroom. “No, no I’m just meeting up with Ginny and Luna. Besides,” you stretched your arms up, thinking how to phrase it, “I’m not tutoring the Slytherin anymore, they didn’t need much help.” She shot you a sidelong glance but didn’t press the issue.
“What about you? No Hogsmeade today?”
“Can’t, I’m behind on Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts and I do not want Umbridge or McGonagall cross with me.”
“Fair enough. I’ll get you something from Honey Dukes?”
“Yes, please.”
Filch was in an uncharacteristically chipper mood as he snatched permission forms from nervous third years, grinning maniacally all the while. You couldn’t decide if it was better or worse than the alternative, and an uncomfortable thought crossed your mind. What did willingly keeping on such a dour sadist, one seemingly convinced torture was a reasonable punishment for misbehaving children, say about Dumbledore? An uncomfortable thought, no doubt.
Across the courtyard, Ginny was holding hands with her newest boyfriend, who laughed abruptly at something she said. A twinge of jealousy spun in your gut. Ginny was, in a word, cool. Funny, talented, witty, and quite genuine, it was difficult not to like her. There was certainly a reason she was popular.
You looked around for Luna. She, on the other hand, often gave the impression that she could be perfectly content to never speak to another person ever again. You’d asked her once, unsure, if your presence was wanted at all. She’d assured you that she quite enjoyed the company in her typical lilting, ethereal tone. Finally, you spotted her at the edge of the courtyard on a stone bench, sitting with impeccable posture and clearly thinking deeply about one thing or another. She rose smoothly when you approached, smiling faintly as that faraway look refocused on you.
“Hey Luna,” you began, “Do you mind if I join you for the morning?” The crowd began to filter out and down the road to Hogsmeade.
She nodded gently, “I’m headed to Gladrags - all of my socks are infested with wrackspurt eggs.” She lifted her pant leg to show a sockless foot sitting loosely in a shoe. “They are an endangered species, after all.”
“Sure, sure. My mum loves those, I can get her an early Christmas gift.” Luna’s penchant for rare and less-than-discovered creatures, while unusual, never phased you too much. After all, if you ever met an umgubular slashkilter you’d know how to keep it from tearing your throat out, thanks to her.
The morning sun was bright and warm and, thankfully, at your backs as you marched down the road with your classmates. Chimney smoke peeked over the hills in a haze, and before long the village was in sight. You happily followed Luna into Gladrags Wizardwear, where she found a number of socks you knew she’d never wear as pairs, and you picked out a pair that changed patterns with the weather for your mother. Afterwards, you still had an hour to kill so you opted for Honeydukes. Acid pops for Yvette, a cauldron cake for Herbert, and a box of liquorice wands for Donna, and Luna sat with you outside as you split a pumpkin pastie.
It was finally warm, and a little uncomfortably so, most of the students that passed you had their coats off and tied around their waists. A group of third years were gushing loudly about the shrieking shack, each walking with a varied spring in their step. Across the cobbled street, the door to the hairdresser’s, Clifford’s Scissors, opened and the bell chimed brightly. Out came Draco Malfoy.
Oh, come on. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice you, but Luna did.
She followed your sour gaze and said, “I hear his father is visiting Hogwarts tomorrow. It is curious why he should appear now of all times.”
You swallowed a mouthful of pumpkin pastie. “What do you mean?”
“He works very closely with the Ministry. No one ever invites him, he just announces his arrival.”
“Ah,” you said. That certainly made some things clearer.
Luna glanced up at the sun. “It’s almost noon. Let’s go.” You picked up the box of candy for your friends and followed her down the road. Very far down the road. Almost to the end of the road. You would’ve thought it was a mistake if there weren’t so many other students you recognized.
Inside the Hog’s Head was… gross. You wrinkled your nose reflexively. You sat next to Luna and glanced around. Harry Potter stood next to one of Ginny’s older brothers (was it Roland?) at the bar with Hermione Granger. His expression seemed more and more morose with ever new student that came through the door. You waved to a few Hufflepuffs as they came in, but the group was mostly Gryffindor. Which, you supposed, made some amount of sense. Two of Ginny’s other older brothers, whose names you knew because of how often Filch said them like a curse, went around handing everyone a butterbeer. You took a mug from one of them, you couldn’t tell which, in exchange for two Sickles. The group sat quietly, gingerly sipping butterbeer from cloudy mugs, waiting.
Finally, the trio sat down, and Hermione began speaking. She covered essentially what Ginny had said in the hallway a few days ago, but you watched Harry’s face. She finished with, “I want to be properly trained in Defense because… because Lord Voldemort’s back.”
A palpable shiver coursed through the room, one girl actually screamed a little, which you found rather dramatic. Zacharias immediately asked for proof. You leaned forward. Although you wouldn’t have put it the way he did, you were still torn over who to believe. Harry scowled, and his answer was unsatisfying, but he still didn’t seem to be lying. In fact, he seemed quite humble even as Zacharias continued to prod him. You understood, though he began to grate on your nerves as well. In the end, you put your name on the list like everyone else, excited and nervous to actually learn something useful. Before passing it on you glanced through the names discreetly. Ron. That’s his name.
The next day was a long slog in the library, oscillating between Transfiguration and Arithmancy homework, and wondering whether Draco Malfoy’s father had arrived at the school yet. And what his purpose was. Could it be solely to dissuade his only son from a career deemed beneath him? It occurred to you that the Malfoys were a step above simply rich - it wasn’t as if they were working for the Galleons. You looked out the great stained glass windows flanking the door periodically, earning you some quizzical looks from Yvette. Evening rolled around, with not a single sign of silver hair, and you found yourself in the common room, enjoying the enchanted breeze and the warm glow of the fire, surrounded by candy wrappers, as you watched Donna crush Yvette in Wizard’s Chess. The round painting door swung open to allow a racket of overlapping voices to spill in, followed by Ernie and Hannah, Zacharias hot on their heels. They made a bee line for the notice board and pinned something on it.
“What’s this about?” you asked, walking over.
Zacharias turned sharply, agitated, “The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts has disbanded all organizations, societies, teams, groups and clubs.” You shared a look with the three of them, all having been present in the Hog’s Head, and remembered your friends’ presence. He continued, “That means-”
“Quidditch,” you interrupted.
“Yes,” he said slowly, “Quidditch. Which we will have to beg her to let us play otherwise we’ll be expelled.” Your mouth ran dry.
Yvette piped up, “What?! She can’t be serious.”
“Can’t she?” Hannah said sourly.
“I’ll go to her office first thing in the morning,” Zacharias assured Yvette, “hopefully we haven’t done anything to upset her.”
That night, sleep did not come easy. Learning practical skills was one thing, but being expelled for it was entirely another. Although, if Voldemort really had returned as Harry and his friends believed, Ernie had been right when he said that this was more important than anything else you could do this year.
You jumped a little, startled, when Wilbur’s furry mass appeared next to your head. He settled himself at your feet, stepping heavily on your stomach as he went.
If Voldemort really had returned, expulsion was a minor issue. You thought of Donna and Yvette, both muggle born, and your dad. If Voldemort really had returned someone was going to have to fight. And it couldn’t just be Harry Potter.
As it turned out, Umbridge was only interested in keeping the Gryffindor team in suspense, as you heard from Yvette that the Hufflepuff Quidditch team had been reinstated rather breezily when Zacharias asked. The fate of Harry Potter’s ‘study group’ remained uncertain, however, and the week trudged on with no news.
Herbology passed without incident, though you kept stealing glances at Draco to see how he was doing. By the end of class, his face was red and his eyebrows drawn, but the fanged geranium sat in a pot littered with small, shiny buttons with its toothy maw hanging open, clearly pleased with the trade. Your own geranium was resting comfortably as you made up limericks on the spot, its own jaw growing looser with every word.
By the end of the week though, you noticed a number of students you recognized from the Hog’s Head, whispering amongst themselves at dinner. You hung back when your friends left for the common room, claiming to still be hungry. Almost immediately, Harry Potter and Ginny’s brother appeared next to the Hufflepuff table.
Ron began, speaking softly, “We’ve found a spot.”
“Oh, good, I was beginning to wonder,” you trailed off.
Harry glanced around, “Tonight, eight o’clock, seventh floor. Opposite the tapestry of Barn-”
“Barnabas the Barmy. Got it.”
They nodded conspiratorially and were on their way. Great. Now you’d just have to hope no one asked you where you had been all night, and that no one would ever ask you that again. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust your friends, but none of you had exactly made it clear to the others what was believed about the whole thing. And then you’d gone to the meeting, and then you’d put your name down, like joining a secret society. Should you have included them? It was risky, to them and to the rest, the more people that knew of the whole thing. You’d just have to come up with something decent later.
By the time the meeting was over, it was past curfew. You’d dueled for over an hour with Ernie Macmillan, who seemed more concerned with performing intimidating wand patterns than actually disarming you, so when the DA split up into small groups to go back to their common rooms you ended up with him. Both prefects for each house represented were in attendance, so they sent out a small group, then a prefect, then a small group, then the other prefect - so that if any were caught, it would look like they’d simply been sent back to their dormitories by the correct authority.
You walked along the dark corridors, enthusing quietly about the whole thing. Ernie had sustained a small bruise next to his left eye from one of the Creevey’s antics, but he matched your enthusiasm.
Ernie knocked on the great round wooden door, and it swung open quietly, the warm breezes of the common room greeting you.
Donna looked up from the roll of parchment she stared at hopelessly by the fireplace to watch Ernie bid you a pontifical goodnight. She waved you over. “Where have you been?” she asked once you’d sat down.
“Just some studying.”
She gave you a suspicious once-over. “You’d tell me if you were dating Ernie Macmillan, right?”
You chortled abruptly, the notion absurd and hilarious. “I would tell you, but I wouldn’t date Ernie Macmillan. I, uh, ran into him and we got to talking about Transfiguration and we lost track of time.”
“Uh huh,” she said, slowly. It was unclear whether she fully believed your explanation, but she dropped the subject regardless. “Well I’ve been sat here since supper working on the Pepperup Potion essay. So now that you’re back from studying you could help me study.”
“OK, but you have to proofread my essay for Umbridge.”
“Hand it over.”
There was an unspoken agreement between Draco and yourself to avoid each other indefinitely, broken only after a Herbology lesson on puffapods, during which Draco had forced a spore cloud from the poor thing so large that he and his two friends fainted immediately. Professor Sprout conscripted you to revive them; a ground mixture of ginger soaked in spirits and petals from the offending puffapod did the trick. The large boy on the left, you learned his name was Crabbe, startled awake red faced and ready for action. He looked around sheepishly and shoved your mortar bowl away from his face. The other one, Goyle, opened his eyes but continued to snore.
You had to shoo away some Slytherin girl who had begun shaking his shoulders, then you held the bowl under Draco’s nose, arm stretched to leave as much room between you as possible. He looked uncharacteristically peaceful, aside from the green-brown dust that discolored his pale forehead. His eyes fluttered open, and for a second you thought you could back away before he was truly lucid, but then his cold grey eyes focused on you and narrowed.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, getting to his feet in a hurry. Crabbe and Goyle immediately began dusting off his robes.
You opened your mouth to speak, but Crabbe beat you to it. “You fainted. The bloody plant-”
“Get off me.” He shooed away his lackeys, the rest of the class still staring, the Slytherin girl looking like she’d launch herself at him at her first opportunity. “I’m fine.” He did not ask about his friends.
Professor Sprout tried to continue the lesson, but between the constant thrum of quiet gossip and careless handling of the puffapods, it became clear that three people fainting had caused too much excitement. She sighed and said, “Class dismissed. I want a foot of parchment on the proper handling of puffapods due next lesson. Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Malfoy. If I could have your attention for a moment. Misters Crabbe and Goyle, you can go.” She put her hands on her hips and waited for you to approach her. “Now, am I to understand that you are no longer being tutored, Mr. Malfoy?” He shook his head, and she turned to you. “Would you care to tell me why that is?”
Draco interrupted, “I’ve decided I’d rather work with the Ministry. So I won’t need a Herbology OWL.”
A look of disappointment passed over her face. “Even so, I can’t imagine you’re happy with such unsatisfactory work.” Draco’s expression soured. “Professor Snape has told me what a skilled brewer you are, but let me tell you something. The best potions can only be brewed, not bought - and that requires the brewer to appraise high quality ingredients. Which, can you guess, requires a good understanding of what we do in this class.” Draco deflated a bit, and focused his gaze on his shoes. “Y/N, that was quick thinking with the ginger - ten points to Hufflepuff. Why did you have it on hand?”
“Oh, I, uh, I have Potions right after this.”
She gestured to you as if to say there, see what I’m saying? Her posture softened; her fists uncurled and came to rest at her sides. “I imagine you are still willing to tutor Mr. Malfoy?” His gaze snapped to you, his expression unreadable.
You only hesitated a moment, after all he wasn’t particularly pleasant, but you had improved significantly in Transfiguration all thanks to his brief instruction. You nodded your head definitively.
Professor Sprout smiled, her cheeks turning rosy again. “I can’t force you, Mr. Malfoy, but you should consider it. Now, off you pop!” She wrote you both notes in case you were late, which you knew you would be, and herded you out of the greenhouse into the cold October sun.
Draco resumed ignoring you, until you stepped into the castle and he said, still not looking at you, “Saturday?”
“Quidditch pitch?”
He nodded. “I’ll bring the hedgehog.”
“I’ll bring some books,” you finished, and you parted ways in front of the massive fireplace.
Professor Snape was not happy when you arrived at Potions. “Miss Y/L/N, late again?”
You held out the note. “I am sorry, Professor. I do have a note this time.” He took it unceremoniously, his hooded eyes inspecting Professor Sprout’s signature. He glanced at you appraisingly, then gestured for you to sit down so he could continue his lesson on Beautification Potion.
Once again, you trudged down the path to the Quidditch pitch far too early on a Saturday. Draco had already set up the Slytherin themed quilt and his portable fireplace, he was hastily drying some patches of melted frost around the edges of the space. His back was to you, and hadn’t seemed to notice your arrival, so you set the stack of books you carried down gently and slid the box presumably containing McGonagall’s hedgehog towards you. He remembered you, apparently, and didn’t protest when you scooped him up and sat him in your lap to wait for Draco to notice you.
“Sicco,” he muttered under his breath. He checked the watch on his wrist and turned around. You grinned, and he yelped when he saw you; his eyes narrowed. “How long have you been sitting there?”
You scratched the hedgehog’s back lightly. “Only a bit. We had to get reacquainted.”
His eyebrows knit together. “I saw you three days ago.”
“I was talking about the hedgehog.”
“Oh, well. That does make more sense.” He sat down across from you, apparently satisfied with his handiwork. “I, uh, just wanted you to know that I-”
“You don’t have to apologize, and we don’t have to talk about it.”
“I was going to tell you not to apologize.”
“Me? Apologize for what?”
“For humiliating me in front of an entire classroom, obviously!”
Your face turned hot. “You fainted! What was I supposed to do?”
He crossed his arms, his face equally inflamed. “Well you didn’t have to come rushing into save me like I was some helpless child.”
“It’s not my fault you ignore Professor Sprout’s instructions. Would you have preferred to be carried off to the hospital wing? Your friends fainted too, you know, you could try caring about someone other than yourself.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
You gaped at him. “Everything! You and your friends fainted. During class. And you’re so concerned with appearances you can’t even acknowledge that someone might do something nice for you just for the sake of it.” You stopped, surprised. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You think I’m going to want something from you. Right?” He shrugged. “Bloody hell.” You set the hedgehog down and stood up to pace.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m… I’m sorry. Ok? I keep forgetting I can’t treat you like them.”
You stopped to glare at him, refused to be appeased by what very well may have been the first time he’d apologized for anything in his life. “Like who?”
“Crabbe and Goyle.”
“Why would you treat your friends like this anyway?”
“Well, they’re not really friends. Our families go way back, so they’re more like colleagues.”
“That’s ridiculous.” He shrugged. You sat back down and pulled the hedgehog back into your lap. “So, the Ministry, huh? What would you be doing for them?” He looked at you suspiciously. “Fine, don’t tell me. I just hope it was your idea, and not your dad’s. We’ve got a lot of work to do.” You dropped the stack of books you brought into his lap and pointed at the one on top.
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Written for @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: 15 - martyr
TW: swearing
Remus furiously starts packing. Throwing sweaters, socks, and any book he could lay his hands on into the open bag on the bed.
He could hear footsteps pacing downstairs. There wasn't a lot of time.
He grabbed his reading glasses from the nightstand, and on impulse he grabs his favourite picture of Sirius, taken on their final day of school. Pete had said something to the group about the next time they’d all be together would be Remus and Sirius’ wedding, and Lily had captured a frozen moment in time of Sirius looking at Remus with pure, loving joy at the idea. It was overwhelming, even now, to see Sirius look at him that way. Remus always knew he didn't deserve Sirius.. And now he was proven right.
He shoves the picture frame into the bag, zips it up and hurls it onto his shoulder.
Making his way carefully down the stairs, Remus heads towards the front door. But he’s stopped the moment he sees the look on Sirius’ face at him leaving.
“So you were just going to walk out?” Sirius murmurs.
“You didn't exactly give me much choice Pads” Remus replies, strained with the effort of not caving to the look of sorrow on his face.
“I gave you every choice, Moony. You’re just choosing the wrong ones”
“No, you chose wrong when you turned yourself over to the ministry” Remus spits out harshly, putting the bag down by the door. Clearly they were doing this now.
“I did that for you Rem! They were going to expose you, it would have ruined any chance you had of getting a job, it would have outcast you.” Sirius looks on the verge of tears, moving cautiously towards the door, as if not to spook Remus away.
“I didn't ask you to become a martyr, Sirius!” Remus doesn't yell, but his voice raises a few levels and he watches Sirius flinch at the change in tone. “You’ve now destroyed any chance of the job you and James had your heart set on. They’ll never take an illegal animagus as an Auror. And you’ve left me with the guilt of ruining that for you.”
“I never would have blamed you for my choice Remus..” Sirius looks down at his sock-clad feet.
“Well I can’t watch the inevitable regret and bitterness form, because I know it will come eventually. One day when you’re listening to James tell a heroic story about stopping a dark wizard, you’ll look to me as the reason it wasn't you.”
Remus picks up his bag, turning to open the door.
“No” Sirius whimpers, reaching out to pull at Remus’ arm holding the bag in place.
“Sirius..”
“No” Sirius repeats, more firmly. “I won’t let you throw this away. Throw us away. None of this fucking matters Remus, I don’t fucking care what job I work. I’ll be a stay-at-home husband for all I care, I just- I just want you” he finishes as the tears that were forming begin to fall.
And that was all it took for Remus to cave into Sirius’ arms, stroking his hair as Sirius continued to cry softly into his shoulder. Maybe Remus didn't deserve Sirius, but he couldn't hurt him any further either.
Word count: 541
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“Get to know me” meme!
Tagged by @feydrautha! Haven’t done one of these in ages. c:
Do you make your bed?
Literally never. 😂 I sleep under like one thin blanket and half the time, I kick it off throughout the night. The only time I make my bed is when I’m staying at my parents’ house because it’s rude to leave an unmade bed in a house that’s not yours.
What's your favourite number?
8! I pull numbers with an 8 in them more often than anything else when I’m picking them at random.
What is your job?
Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy? (I’m not sharing that, I’ve had my ass doxxed for less lmao!)
If you could go back to school would you?
You know, if it didn’t require paying another huge tuition, I’d consider it! I’ve always kind of wanted to study ornithology.
Can you parallel park?
Girl, I can’t even drive. 😂
A job you had that would surprise people?
I worked at a comic shop at one point. That’s usually the one people tend to go “Oh, cool!” about, but I don’t know if that counts as surprise.
Do you think aliens are real?
In a way. I definitely think living organisms exist in the universe, and we are not unique. I don’t think there are little grey, bug-eyed men riding around in flying saucers, though.
Can you drive a manual car?
I can not. Put me in the driver’s seat of a car and I’m pretty sure I’ll just lock up and go catatonic.
What's your guilty pleasure?
I don’t feel guilt in any of my pleasure. I’m a hedonist through and through, baby. ;)
Tattoos?
None, but hopefully my first, soon!
Favourite colour?
Green and yellow. Don’t make me choose between them.
Favourite type of music?
I literally don’t have a type of music I dislike, but favorite is probably leaning toward rock and pop punk. I like stuff I can jump around to.
Do you like puzzles?
Sure! Haven’t done a traditional puzzle in years but I do have a few puzzle games on my phone that I play regularly.
Any phobias?
Spiders. I’m working on getting over it, and have made big progress, but they still give me that initial fear adrenaline spike.
Favourite childhood sport?
As a kid I played a ton of rugby. I miss being able to just throw myself at people and mow them down.
Do you talk to yourself?
All the time. I have to remind myself not to do it in public, lest I get weird looks from strangers.
What movie(s) do you adore?
Opens up my PowerPoint on Nelvana’s 1983 critical flop and cult classic film Rock and Rule.
Coffee or tea?
Both! Either! I like both!
First thing you wanted to be growing up?
Probably a cartoonist. I got into art young and was very passionate about it.
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I could tag folks, but I have yet to ingest caffeine today and that seems like a lot of work so I’m tagging anyone who sees this bad boy and wants to overshare a little. Knock yourselves out!
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Pegging please!!
Pegging: Part five of the Eddie kink series
Content warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) language, sub!Eddie, dom!Reader, oral (f! receiving), butt plugs, safe words, (stoplight system), hair pulling, begging, pegging.
“It’s your turn to choose”, you say as you sprawl out across the bed.
Eddie opens your toy drawer, frowning as he rifles through it until he finds what he’s looking for. “Aha!”, he shouts as he holds up your strap on, throwing it onto the bed beside you.
“Undress and kneel”, you command as you stand.
Quickly shedding his clothes, Eddie falls to his knees at your feet, hands clasped behind his back as he stares at the floor.
You shimmy into the harness, securing the straps on either hip. “Look at me”.
His head snaps up, hair flying around his shoulders. He looks so desperate to please you already.
“Are you going to be good this time?”, you ask, shooting him a glare.
Last time you had fucked him with your strap, he had been an absolute brat, talking back and not following orders.
When Eddie nods, you clear your throat, “words.”
“Yes!”, he says eagerly. “Yes, I’ll be good.”
You hum thoughtfully, “We’ll see. Did you prep and plug yourself?”
He blushes, “yes.”
“Good. Colors?”
“Green for keep going. Yellow for pause. Red for stop.” The words rush out of him, excitement pouring off of him in waves.
“Good boy.” You try unsuccessfully to stifle the chuckle that bubbles up when you see Eddie shiver at the praise.
You grab the base of the strap, tapping the head of the dildo against Eddie’s lips.
His mouth falls open before you even have to ask. “Suck.”
Eddie takes it into his mouth, bobbing his head as he sucks softly.
“Look at you”, you coo. “You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
He moans around the silicone, eyes fluttering shut as he takes it deeper with every bob of his head.
You notice him rocking back on his heels as he sucks, no doubt trying to shift the plug in his ass deeper. With a handful of his hair, you yank him off of the dildo and pull him to his feet.
He yelps as you drag him over to the bed by his hair, landing face down onto the mattress, draped over the side so his ass hangs off of the edge.
“I thought you were going to be good, not try to fuck yourself on your plug without permission.”
Eddie whimpers, face burrowing deeper into the covers.
“You know the rules, you ask for what you want nicely, you don’t just take it.” You tap the base of the plug, smirking as he whines and pushes his ass back in hopes of more attention.
“I decide if you deserve whatever it is you’re asking for. Do you understand?”
He answers with a nod into the mattress.
You use your hold on his hair to jerk his head to the side so he’s forced to look at you. “Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes I understand”, he gasps.
“Now stop acting like a brat and ask for what you want.”
“You cock.”
“Ask nicely”, you warn.
“Can I please have your cock?”, he tries again.
“That’s better. But no.” You release your hold on his hair, pushing his head down into the mattress for good measure. “I’m going to give you one last chance to be good. On your back”, you order.
He flips over immediately, head turned up to look at you, waiting for further instructions.
“You’re going to make me cum”, you say as you loosen the straps on your hips and slip out of the harness. You swing a leg over Eddie’s hips, straddling him with your hands planted firmly on his chest.
“If you do a good job, I’ll give you my cock. Maybe I’ll even let you cum. If you don’t, you get to sit here and watch with blue balls as I fuck myself with the strap that could have been in your ass. Deal?”
Eddie’s already gripping your hips, trying to get you to shuffle forward to straddle his face. “Deal.”
You settle over his face, hovering for a moment to tease him, your cunt just out of reach. “Tap my leg if you need to breathe”, you mutter.
The tip of his tongue swipes over your clit once before he’s pulling you down onto his mouth forcefully.
Eddie eats you out like his life depends on it. You suppose his orgasm does, anyway.
Your clit throbs as he sucks it into his mouth, tongue swirling around as you squirm. He helps you rock back and forth against his mouth with his grip on your hips, trying everything he can to make this good for you.
His tongue spears into you as his nose bumps against the nub of your clit, the grinding of your hips creating just enough stimulation to get you there in almost record time.
You’re both panting as you climb off of him, Eddie looking at you expectantly. You play dumb as you lay next to him, ignoring him as you close your eyes and relax back into the mattress.
“Was that��okay?”, he asks. You open your eyes to find him giving you his best puppy dog eyes, batting his lashes.
“Yeah, yeah. Hands and knees.” You grab the harness from the floor, securing it quickly as Eddie gets into position.
You grab the base of the plug as you settle behind him, and you can’t resist twisting it as you pull, his hole opening wide around the bulb before tightening as you push it back in.
You twist the plug in and out to tease him just a little more, earning a frustrated whine from Eddie. A loud groan bubbles form his throat when you finally pull the plug out, throwing it onto the floor by the bed.
“Ask for what you want”, you order.
“Your cock. I want your cock.”
Grabbing the lube, you slick the dildo before running the head teasingly over his hole. “Beg.”
A high, needy whine escapes Eddie as he pushes back against the head, trying to catch it on his hole and sink back into it.
“Hey!”, you swat him on the ass, “you’re being a brat again.”
“Sorry, m’sorry ma’am.”
You let out an exaggerated sigh, “I guess you’ll just have to watch as I fuck myself with this cock.”
“No!”, Eddie practically yells. “I-I’m sorry I was brat. I’ll be good.”
You snort, “I’ve heard that before.”
“I promise. Please, sweetheart. Give me your cock, please.
“Hmm”, you wag the dildo against his ass. “Fine. I’m feeling generous today.”
You line the strap up to his hole, pushing in steadily until you’re fully seated.
Eddie’s head drops between his shoulders, a guttural groan escaping as he adjusts to the size.
You run your hand soothingly over his lower back, giving him a moment. “Color?”
“So fucking green”, he gasps.
Pulling your hips back slowly, you drag your cock out before rocking back in until your hips meet his ass.
“Oh fuck”, he moans. “You’re so fucking deep”, he pushes his ass back into your hips.
“C’mon, that’s right. Work for it”, you grip his hips, pulling him back onto the strap to meet your thrusts.
He braces himself on his forearms, rocking back onto it with determination.
“There you go”, you murmur as you gather his messy waves into a makeshift ponytail with your hands. You use the end of it to pull him back even further onto your strap.
Eddie wails, fucking back against you harder, desperate for the tip of your cock to keep grazing his sweet spot.
“See baby? I knew you could be good for me. I just had to fuck the brat out of you.”
Eddie nods and hums affirmatively.
“You’re doing so good, taking my cock so well.”
Eddie keens at the praise, a long drawn out moan escaping him.
“You like hearing how good you are, huh sweet boy? You like hearing how pretty you are split open on my cock?”
“Yes”, gasps. “So fucking good.”
You can tell he’s getting close when he starts babbling between needy little whimpers. “Think you can cum from just my cock?”
He shakes his head, “I don’t-ah, I don’t know.”
You hum thoughtfully, “I think you can. You’re my good boy, right? You’re going to be good and cum on just my cock?”
Eddie nods, frantically pushing back against you until he’s crying out, hole spasming around the strap as he cums hot and sticky all over the covers beneath him.
You pull out of him as gently as possible, slipping out of the harness before throwing it on the floor. You gather him into your arms, shushing him as the aftershocks of his orgasm wash over him.
Once he settles, he looks over at you and laughs breathlessly. “I’m not going to lie, I was a brat just to see how hard I could get you to fuck me.”
You stare at him, “I should have left you with blue balls.”
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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter II
Song recommendation for this series!
Chapter I, Chapter III
•♥︎𖤐♥︎•
You hadn’t seen much of Copia in a few days, mostly because the Papas kept you busy and the Cardinal was also being kept occupied with work in his office. Sometimes at night, when you were laying awake in bed, you’d hear footsteps down the corridor outside your room. You wondered if it was him, finally trudging back to his quarters after working a long day on translations and black mass preparations and everything else that was in that big stack of paper he was carrying the other day.
The more you thought of it, the more you wanted to throw open the door and pull him inside your room so you could hold him all night long. That subtle need deep inside you burned brighter with each passing day, especially when you kept hearing so many people throughout the day make jokes about Copia, about how weird and awkward he was.
You had passed him in the halls a few times, and you couldn’t help the way your smouldering gaze would sweep over his form. There was just something about Copia that had you biting your lip every time you saw him, always looking good enough to eat in his cassock and biretta. He, on the other hand, had a hard time holding your gaze, his cheeks flushing and his mismatched eyes darting away from yours several times, shyly shooting down to the scandalously high slit in your habit. You always gave him a little smile; a warm one, a respectful one, one that showed the Cardinal that you weren’t laughing at him like everyone else was.
•𖤐•
You were just waiting for an excuse to visit him in his office; fuck, it actually kind of made you feel restless as you stood in the hallway, using a feather duster to clean the ornate candelabras that lined the walls.
Sisters of sin could often be seen doing daily tasks and chores around the abbey, and you were no exception. You all shared the workload, either being assigned certain chores each week or choosing which ones you wanted to partake in. Dusting was one of your personal favourites, so that you could daydream and hum to yourself while doing the mindless work. When there was no one around, sometimes you would pretend like you were in a 1950s musical, dancing and singing and twirling all around with your little feather duster.
It wasn’t long before Sister Imperator called your name, startling you out of your daze.
“Sister Imperator!” You greeted her with a smile.
“Oh, good, you’ve done a marvellous job with the dusting, Sister!” She grinned, gesturing to your work. “Why don’t you take a break for now? It’s shopping day and I was thinking you and some other sisters could head into town and get some things. We’re in desperate need of more black candles, and things like that. Here, I’ve made a list.” She explained, handing you a piece of paper.
“Sure thing!” You nodded, taking the paper and looking it over. It contained things that were needed for mass, like candles and incense, and also ingredients for certain rituals.
“Excellent!” Imperator clasped her hands together happily. “I’ve already told the others so I’ll have a ghoul bring the car around shortly. You can also all get some snacks and things that you’d like to eat, by the way.” She told you. “Oh, and why don’t you go get C from his office and take him with you? It would do him good to get out a little bit!” She added before turning and walking away.
A delighted smirk found its way onto your face as you quickly abandoned your dusting for now, heels clicking as you made your way there.
You stopped by your room to get a Mix Max cake before slinking down the corridor to his office.
You knocked on the ornate, dark wooden door, trying not to look too excited as you waited for the man to answer. You heard some rustling before the door was pulled open, Copia’s sweet face lighting up when he saw you. However, you weren’t exactly sure what it lit up with. Fear? Excitement? Nervousness? Perhaps a mix of everything?
“Hi Cardinal.” You greeted him, a lilt of flirtatiousness in your voice as you held up the little wrapped cake.
“O-oh, ciao, Sorella! Grazie.” He stuttered nervously, taking the cake from you with a shy smile creeping onto his face. You were the only one who was kind to him, you made him feel… special. And it did something to him inside, you did something to him inside. The mere sight of you made his head spin, gave him anxiety and butterflies in his stomach and rendered him a tongue-tied and stuttering fool. Well, Copia supposed that he was perhaps just naturally a tongue-tied and stuttering fool. But still, your essence nearly pained him, and the fact that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen yet you were the kindest to him… Well, it seemed almost paradoxical. The poor man didn’t suspect a thing about you finding him romantically interesting, however. He simply thought you were being nice out of pity.
“How are you settling in, Cardinal?” You asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. You swore his breath hitched in his throat at that, at the way you were standing just a bit too close than what would be considered appropriate.
“Ehh, I- Si, good, I… Well, si, thank you.” He finally settled on saying, but you felt like he was leaving something out. You could only guess that it was about the way he was being ruthlessly made fun of by the other siblings of sin.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Cardinal? You’re looking a little flushed.” You gently fawned over the man, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to feel for a fever.
“I…” Copia quietly started, but trailed off, not knowing what to say.
After a moment, you shook your head, murmuring something about your hands always being cold, and you cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his forehead instead. You know, just to get a more accurate idea of his temperature.
Now you were sure you heard the Cardinal’s breath hitch at that, not only from your action but because from this angle, the only thing in his line of sight was your cleavage showing from the low cut neckline of your habit. But as quickly as it happened, it was over. You pulled away, trying to hide your delight at his deeply reddened cheeks and widened eyes.
You took the cake out of his gloved hands, unwrapping it and holding it up to his lips.
“Here, eat. I know you’ve been working a lot, right? Have you eaten?” You asked, watching as he took a bite, letting you feed him.
Copia shook his head no, sheepishly flicking his eyes down. He was nearly overwhelmed by the sight of your bare leg sticking out of the slit in your habit and how it was lightly brushing up against his cassock from how close to him you were standing.
Feeding him another bite, you placed your other hand on his shoulder once more, gently getting his attention.
“So, we’re going into town today because we need to get some supplies, and Sister Imperator said you should come. Do you want to?” You proposed.
“Mm,” Copia nodded, finishing the last of the cake. “Okie dokie, I will come..” He agreed, and sweet Satan, your heart melted right then and there. This adorable old man really just said okie dokie in complete seriousness and for some reason that drove you wild. It made you wet, it made lust pool deep within you, it made you want to devour him.
“Good.” You smiled simply, catching his mismatched gaze as you licked the residual chocolate off your fingers. He watched you intently, swallowing nervously as he awaited your next move.
“Well, I’ll meet you out front in a few minutes! Sister Imperator said she was having a ghoul bring the car around.” You chirped happily, the hand on his shoulder ghosting down his arm before you spun on your heel and left.
Copia was left flustered and slightly confused, wondering if all this really happened or if you were just a daydream.
•𖤐•
You met Sisters Mable, Ava, Lilith, and Emily on the grand front steps of the abbey, the ghoul already waiting in the sleek black 1949 Rolls-Royce.
“Wow, you look hot!” Sister Mable commented, looking you up and down as the other sisters agreed. Well, all of them except Emily. Recently, you had started wearing your dressier habit, the one with the low cut neckline and scandalously high slit. None of the other sisters ever wore theirs, usually just sticking to the standard one.
“What, this old thing? Why, I only wear it when I don’t care how I look~” You giggled, twirling a lock of your hair and making the other girls laugh.
The sisters got into the car, and that’s when Copia came shuffling out of the large doors, his gloved hands clasped meekly in front of himself as he made his way to the car.
“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me…” Mable grumbled.
“Who invited the weirdo?” Emily asked loudly, obviously striving to make Copia feel as unwelcome as possible.
“Sister Imperator suggested he come.” You retorted. “And, well, I think he should too.” You added, giving the poor man an encouraging little smile when his eyes met yours, clearly surprised by you sticking up for him to your friends.
“Well, looks like there’s no more room in the car anyway so he’ll have to stay home!” Lilith chimed in, a smug smile on her face as she gestured to the last spot in the backseat.
“No, because I’ll just-“ You gestured for Copia to get in the car, and when he did, you took a seat right on his lap and closed the door. “There.” You said, the finality in your voice shutting up the other girls, who only stared at you in surprise.
“Is this okay?” You asked the Cardinal, who quickly nodded and stammered out a shy affirmation, his arms naturally coming to wrap around your waist like a seatbelt.
And with that, you were all on your way; gazing out the window as the ghoul drove you into town.
But suddenly the car turned onto this one road and- Satan below, were they doing construction here or something? The road was so ridiculously bumpy, causing everyone in the car to bounce up and down rapidly.
You squirmed on Copia’s lap as you bounced, trying to keep your place and not slide off. Your one hand was tightly gripping the ceiling handle of the car while your other hand found purchase on the Cardinal’s thigh, which was surprisingly muscular.
However, that mental observation was immediately interrupted by something far more… intrusive.
Oh…. Oh. Your eyes widened in realization at what it was. The more you bounced and squirmed, the harder Copia’s cock got, so you could feel every inch of it fully pressing against you as it strained against the pants he wore under his cassock. And holy fuck, he was… big. You also became aware of the Cardinal’s strained breaths as he desperately fought to keep quiet, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly as his cheeks burned with shame.
He really did feel so fucking ashamed, like the biggest pervert on the face of the planet. But he just couldn’t help it, not when your perfect ass was pressed against him like this, practically grinding against him.
You shifted again from a particularly obnoxious bump in the road and suddenly his cock was pressed right into your pussy, causing you to yelp out loud from the shock of pleasure.
“Are you alright??” Ava asked you.
“Y-yeah just-! This road is so bumpy, I hit my head on the ceiling of the car.” You lied, even rubbing the top of your head to make it seem convincing.
“Yeah, this road is crazy!” Lilith laughed in disbelief.
You and Copia both stifled moans, releasing sighs of relief when the car finally pulled onto a normal fucking street.
After a few moments, you turned slightly sideways on the Cardinal’s lap, causing him to tense up and exhale shakily with each of your movements.
You were so close, the tips of your noses nearly brushing as you leaned in, cupping your hands around his ear.
“I think there’s something in your pocket that’s poking me.” You whispered, playing dumb, but your voice had a slight edge of knowingness to it. You pulled away just enough to gauge his reaction, and Copia only nodded, biting his lip.
“M-mi dispiace…” He murmured.
“Don’t be.” You replied quietly, biting your own lip to prevent a smirk from forming as you turned to face forward again.
𖤐 to be continued 𖤐
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Part 1 The Lady & The Prince
Part 1 of The Lion and The Dragon
Summary: You’ve been married off to the one eyed Prince will time tell that he’s everything you dreamt for in a man, or will he be the greatest nightmare that has been foretold.
A/N- Ahh okay I really love how this turned out! Should I continue with this series, at least until we get to episode 10? Also this readers features are ambiguous y/n comes from a first marriage not Jason Lannister’s canon one!
Pairing- Aemond Targaryen x Lannister!fem-reader
Warning- Angst, creeping prince Aegon, language, forced marriage.
Episode- takes place before 1x08
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Decisions aren't an option you have, not when it comes to a suitor.
You liked to pretend you did.
“A prince…every lady's dream,” you sigh and slowly walk to your balcony towards your friend. “Or perhaps this charming man?” You point to the portrait of the same man, only he doesn't have his iconic eyepatch in this one.
“He has a dragon. The largest in the world.” Your friend giggles and pulls the portraits away from her face to watch you pace back inside. “If you’re nice, maybe he’ll let you ride it.”
You sigh. “At least it’s not prince Aegon. I’ve heard he’s….well not the most loyal or sane man.”
“Or his grandsire,” your friend adds in a teasing tone. “He looks like a malicious old man.”
You stifle your laugh and spin around to gasp dramatically. “Nyra, he’s the hand you hold more respect for the lord.” You plop down on a bench by the bed and grin mischievously. “It’s a good thing my future husband didn’t get his grandfather's looks. A beard on that strapping chin would be a shame.” You throw yourself back on your bench. “I wonder what his eye socket actually looks like under the patch. Sometimes,” you say and clasp your hands over your stomach. “I like to just imagine the reality of it, scarlett flesh and veins. Keeps me in check just in case.”
Nyra lays on the foot of your bed and begins to trace circles on the silk sheets. “I hear he has a dragon's eye.”
You giggle and sit up to meet her amber eyes. “A dragon's eye?” You retort.
Nyra nods with confidence. “Just like his dragon's eye.”
You hum and watch her with a pointed look for a second before you begin laughing. “I’ll bet you half of my wardrobe that is not true.”
Nyra flips around to lay on her stomach and offers you her hand. “Half of it.”
You narrow your eyes and nod as you shake her hand. “Deal.” You pull your hand away and lay back down.
“So,” she continues to speak this time with a cocky tone. “Which strapping lad will you choose?”
As if there is a choice you think between Prince Aemond with the patch, and the portrait of him without the patch on to pretend that’s how he’d look if he didn’t lose his other eye.
“Prince Aemond with the patch, I think he looks more brooding and handsome that way.” You point to the portrait.
Nyra laughs and stays quiet after that, letting you look at the painted ceiling with sadness. “I’ll miss home. I’ll miss the peace, the silence,” you sigh. “It’s not fair that I have to leave home.”
“Nothing in this world is fair,” Nyra whispers to you. “But we either adapt to what comes our way with our heads up, or life drags us under and drowns us.”
“Hm,” you hum and let her words sink.
“Besides,” she adds with a quiet laugh. “He’s a prince.”
You shrug. “He is a prince, his family brings more power to my father, protection, but what about me? It's nothing more than a marriage for political gain. A loveless marriage.”
“I’m going to say something but don’t take it the wrong way, okay?”
You draw in a deep breath and prepare for what’s to come out of her mouth. “Okay,” you breathe out.
“So what? Many people would kill to have the life you have. A loveless marriage is nothing compared to what other people suffer,” she shares with no shame. “You’re going to live pampered in that castle, and if you are unlucky in your marriage you’ll probably just have to see the Prince every few days.”
She’s right but is it a sin to wish to be loved by the man you’re meant to marry?
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*SOMETIME LATER*
The day had finally come, the quote on quote happiest day of your life. From now on you'll be referred to as the ‘Prince’s wife’, ‘Prince Aemond’s wife’, you’ll be his property—not like you ever belonged to yourself in the first place.
Free days in the ocean and galavanting down the green fields are gone. From now on you’ll be nothing more than a polished ornament who has to live by a schedule or else they’ll gossip—they can’t see the prince’s wife flaunting around.
Sure home wasn’t so different but at least there you were in the comfort of your own home, freer to a point, a daughter who didn’t have to worry about carrying the family name or run a noble house. It’s all over.
“All done,” Nyra lets you know and steps away to turn you around so she could take a better look at how you looked in the white dress. She grins from ear to ear as if she were the mother seeing her daughter off—“You look beautiful.”
You duck your head and catch the gleam of the golden dragons embroided along the sleeves of your dress, another reminder of what today was, of what was going to happen.
“I can’t go back, can I?” You quietly ask Nyra.
Nyra sighs and grabs your hands so you’d face her. “No,” she says bluntly. “You can’t.”
You slowly let your eyes fall and feel your eyes sting with tears.
“But it’s okay,” Nyra tries to assure you as she pulls away to go grab one last thing. “This is where your life changes!”
You smooth out the white silk long skirt and draw in a deep breath and nod softly. A knock then proceeds to sound on the door as Nyra returns to you with a red cloak decorated with a large beautiful embroidered golden lion in the middle, and darker gold stitchings along the collar.
“Come in,” you shout to the visitor.
The doors slowly open while Nyra puts the cloak on you, and a long term family guard walks in, Ser Robert.
“My Lady,” he greets and looks at you through the mirror.
You smile at him through the mirror. “Ser,” you greet. “Please tell me you’ve come to take me home.”
He shakes his head and then raises it up high to smile at you faintly before he gives the most unfortunate news. “It’s time. They’re waiting.”
You let out a deep breath. “Right,” you whisper. “Let’s go.” You turn slowly and walk towards the knight to hook your arm around his.
He then slowly walks you down to the great hall with no intention to take you away. He passes by guests who begin to gawk and whisper, servants who stop to wait for you to pass and knights who keep focused on their duties.
And slowly as you get closer to the great hall the louder the music travels out and fills the candle lit halls with peaceful music, giving a gentle reminder of what stood there for you. The guests' voices from inside mix but don’t grow as loud.
The moment you reach the hall's doors there your father stands in his red and gold suit waiting to walk you to your future, your future waiting inside that great hall with all the guests, his mother the Queen, his father the King and his siblings. Now that you stand outside the doors and know they’re waiting, your heart drops and being in your father’s presence, grabbing his arm brings no comfort.
Jason Lannister is cold, he’s always been so as far as you can remember, after all you are no son. After his son and heir was born to his second wife, you were forgotten. You are simply a reminder of your mother who no longer lives. Even when she was alive he showed you no kindness.
Still it felt better off with him than the stranger who awaits at the end of that hall.
“Off you go, sweet child,” Ser Robert says as he gives you off to your father.
You glance at the old knight and share a sweet and faint smile before drawing in a deep breath and facing the grande doors.
The guards notice and slowly begin to open the doors, instantly causing your breath to slowly unfurl from your nose, causing the tempo of the music to change to a much softer and slower tune, making the guests' voices grow quiet as they create a path towards him. The prince Aemond.
The moment the crowd departs, you see him standing at the bottom of the stairs in front of the septon like a shining knight in armor. His stance shifts and his eye focuses solely on you just as the crowd fixes their eyes on you as you slowly make your way down the aisle.
It’s not until now as you can’t look at anyone else but your betrothed that you notice how much taller he is than people say, he’s slender, and looks elegant in his black suit. He’s also much more intimidating, more menacing looking as you finally see his scar and eyepatch in person. If looks could kill his icy cold look would. It’s like he’s piercing into your soul.
Nonetheless, when you reach the bottom of the stairs your father lets you go. You try to hold onto his arm a bit longer but he yanks his arm away and walks behind you to take the cloak off your shoulders. Finally relieving himself of the responsibility of taking care of you and handing you off to be someone else’s problem.
The septon sees the interaction and then steps down and points his hand to you. “You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection,” he says to the Prince.
The Prince breaks his stance and pulls his cloak off his shoulders and walks behind you. You feel his warmth against your back, feel his stare into your neck before he carefully drapes the black cloak around your shoulders.
This cloak is lighter, softer against your skin, warmer.
Regardless, the prince then returns to his spot and the septon continues with the ceremony, making this much more real.
“Join hands,” the septon instructs.
A small breath unfurls from your nose as you slowly raise your hand and place it on top of the prince’s palm, letting him secure his hold around your hand, letting you feel how warm his hand really is, and the roughness of the callouses he had on his palm.
The septon then proceeds to tie a ribbon around your hands, and as you glance over to watch you see how much bigger the prince's hand is compared to yours. It's almost like he’s guarding your hand under his.
That’s not all, when you’re looking, from the corner of your eye you catch him looking too. His eye shifts up and for a split second you meet each other's gaze before you avert your gaze.
“In the sight of the Seven,” the septon says as he ties the ribbon. “I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one, for eternity.” The septon then steps back and instructs, “Look upon one another and say these words.”
You swallow thickly and turn to finally be face to face, to finally meet his gaze from up close.
He’s still just as intimidating. His scar is longer than you thought, his jaw more defined and sharp, longer than in the portrait. His eye is icier blue, his lips just as thin and pursed together. His face is just as attractive, perhaps even more than the paper does it justice. His hair is the most impressive, white-silver and long, soft from the looks of it; it suits him. As far as arranged marriages go, his looks aren't a bad thing.
“Father, Smith…” the septon whispers so you both could recite them to each other.
“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger,” you repeat as you hold his gaze, and feel your heart pound and feel your stomach…flutter? Under his gaze. “I am his and he is mine from this day until the end of my days.”
“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden Crone, Stranger,” he repeats at the same time in a softer elegant voice. “I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days.”
The corner of your lips twitch to a smile you don’t let fully emerge.
“With this kiss,” the prince says additionally. “I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife.”
You draw in a deep breath and feel your heart beat harder. “With this kiss,” you breathe out. “I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husband.”
Now it’s all sealed with a kiss, the prince cups your cheek and pulls you in for a lingering, deep and sweet kiss that you find yourself relishing in.
“One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” The septon declares and finishes the ceremony.
*LATER*
Perhaps now came the worst part of the night. The bedding ceremony. It was your duty you understood, but it’s what happens before that you don’t like the idea of. Having all those random men undressing you as you’re taken to his chambers is demeaning to say the least. Hopefully he doesn’t like the idea of it either.
“It’s almost time,” Nyra cheers as she dances around you.
You sigh. “You sound more excited than I am.”
Nyra waits to be close again to respond. “Have you seen him?”
You roll your eyes and look over at your husband and Prince still sitting around the table and catch his stare.
“Perhaps he is a good kisser.” You share with a small smirk.
Nyra grins and twirls. “He has not taken his eye off you the entire time you’ve been dancing, have you seen?”
You giggle and twirl around across the room and wait to be close to her again to respond. “How can I? If I've been busy listening to you?”
Nyra scoffs. “Well now you know.” She leans her towards you and whispers. “You tell me everything. I want to know it all.”
You shoot her a pointed look and turn to change partners, yet just as you were going to grab your partner's hand prince Aegon approaches you. “May I take this dance with her?” He looks to the side and smirks.
“Of course my prince,” the man says and moves away to let the prince take your hand.
“You honor me my prince,” you tell him.
Prince Aegon once again glances to the side before focusing on you. “I want to show you a good time,” he says simply.
You smile and stiffen under his touch.
“And I also wanted to advise you about my brother,” he snickers. “You might want to remind him where to put it.”
You clench your jaw and can’t help but glance at Aemond who seems to be actively watching now more tension.
“Of course I’ve taken him to practice, but,” Prince Aegon continues with a snicker. “He’s a prude, my brother. Says he wants to save himself for his wife. You show him—“
“Brother,” A familiar voice cuts in, making the prince turn you around to see Aemond. Thank the gods—“May I take my wife?”
The prince raises your hand and presses a kiss on your knuckles before departing and handing you to Aemond.
“I hope…” he finally speaks to you.
The ceremony passed, dinner came and passed and he hadn’t spoken to you, like you didn't speak to him. It’s startling for sure hearing him talk now.
“…My brother wasn’t too harsh, or abrupt with his words,” Aemond apologizes for his brother.
You get separated and wait to hold hands again to speak. “There’s no need for apologies, I have a handmaiden with quite the sharp tongue as well.”
Aemond hums and pulls away to spin you around and then swiftly pull you back to him. Instead of moving with the dancing crowd you stay at a standstill and hold each other's gaze for a moment, only feeling each other's breaths unfurl over each other since you stood very close. Feeling your heart pound once again and wondering if he could hear it.
“Let’s go,” he breaks the tension and begins pulling away from the crowd. “I don’t want them to—”
“It’s time for the bedding ceremony!” Someone announces when they notice Aemond pulling you away, causing everyone to stop what they’re doing to look over at the both of you failing to make an escape.
Fuck.
Aemond tightens his hold around your hand and slowly turns around to pierce his cold stare into the crowd, letting them all know with that single cold and hard glare that no one could come near you or touch you, and that this tradition of undressing the wife and husband wasn’t something he would do.
No one dared protest; it was impressive he could cause such fear in people with his look alone. Not even his brother dared to speak up, even if he was the only one who didn’t seem to be afraid of Aemond.
“Let’s go,” Aemond repeats and turns you again to continue towards his chambers.
Nyra was lying before.
This is where your life really changes.
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Play Along: The Series ⎜pt 1
✧ Pairings: Seventeen x Reader ⎜ Hoshi x Reader ⎜ Mingyu x Reader
✧ Genre: Poly AU! ⎜ Idol AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜
✧ Warnings: Unprotected Sex ⎜ Riding ⎜ Multiple Partners ⎜ Poly AU ⎜ Switch!Hoshi ⎜ Shoulder Injury ⎜ Soft Sex ⎜ Praise kink⎜
✧ Word Count: 3.3 k
✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.
✧ Author’s Note: This is inspired by my kinktober post "Play Along" I decided to turn it into a series with all 13 members, each member will get one chapter. Who should I post next?
(UNEDITED)
“You want me to do what? Mingyu, you’re going to have to repeat yourself because what you’re saying really isn’t sticking with me?” You turn away from the mirror infront of you, peeling the charcoal patches off your nose and chin.
“I want you to have sex with my members?” He repeats again, his eye brows raising at what seems to be confusing you so much with what he was saying.
“Like all of them at the same time?” You question again, the creases between your eyebrows getting deeper, as you watch your boyfriend sit up from his position on the bed, letting out a small chuckle.
“No, not all of them at the same time, just one by one.” He answers quickly, his arms reaching out the grab the sides of your chair, pulling you towards him.
“I still don’t understand why you are asking this? Did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?” You question, your body stiff as Mingyu looks over your with a large smile.
“Not mad at all, quite the opposite.” Your eyebrows raise again at his words, your hands motioning for him to continue. “I just know how hard you work, and I’m not always available to help you relax so maybe if you had more options, you wouldn’t get so sad when I’m not here.” He continues and your frown returns, “Besides I know how much the boys adore you, and they are all a little touch starved, management won’t let them have quick flings anymore, with our popularity growing.”
“I’m still not sure I understand, Mingyu.”
“I know you see the way they watch you, princess. I know you see the way they tense up when you sit next to them, and I know for a fact that you enjoy how much they all seem to want you.” Mingyu’s hands find your hips, pulling your chair between his spread legs, your head tilting to look up into his eyes, and he watches you with a slight smirk.
“But what about you? Wont it bother you?” You question, swallowing quickly, one of mingyu’s hand leaving your hip to push some hair away from your face.
“I like sharing, and besides I will always be in charge of when, and where. And maybe if you’re a lucky girl, I’ll sit and watch, maybe even join in.” Mingyu grins, his hand tightening its grip in your hair. You nod slowly, your shoulders releasing some tension as mingyu tugs lightly on your hair bringing your face towards his.
“Don’t worry they all already know, and they’re all dying to get their hands on you, but I’m going to choose who deserves to be with you first.” Mingyu groans as you move out of your chair, perching your thighs on either side of his hips, making yourself comfortable in his lap.
“Oh, and you were just assuming I would say yes to this? You already told them because you were assuming I would want to be handed around like a little toy? How rude.” You coo, pushing some hair away from Mingyu face, as he just did to you, your hands fall from his hair stroking down his shoulders lightly.
“I would never treat you like a toy.” Mingyu gasps softly, his shoulder tensing as you drop your hips further onto his.
“I’d hope not, gyu. Otherwise all your friends will get to play and you won’t.” You add, smiling at the quick switch in Mingyu’s demeanour as his eyes drop to your connected hip, slowly rolling them forwards, and he throws his head back with a sigh. “So who’s up first?”
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“Hoshi is going to need a little extra support, his shoulder has been bugging him for a few days ago, the doctor is worried he may not be able to perform with us in a few days, so he’s been a little extra tense. I think you could help him out the most.” Mingyu says, doing up the buttons on your white dress shirt, leaving the top two open to let a slip of skin peak through.
“Why does it have to be this shirt?” You ask quickly looking down at the long line, dress shirt, the hem stopping at the tops of your thighs, your pale blue underwear only just visible from underneath.
“Cause it’s his, it’ll drive him nuts. He’s always been vocal about how cute you look in my clothes so I’m just helping him live his fantasies.” Mingyu explains, taking a step back to look at you, smiling in approval.
“Are you going to be there?”
“No, I’ll sit this one out, Hoshi’s always been a little more shy when it comes to this sort of thing, and I do really want the two of you to have fun, so I’ll wait till your done, then you can show me all the things you two did together.” He smiles, leaning forwards to place a soft kiss of your forehead.
“Is anything out of bounds?”
“No, you do whatever will make you happy, baby. But the safe word will continue with them, they all know that peanut means stop, so use it if you have to.” He responds quickly, placing one chaste kiss on your lips before giving you butt a soft tap.
“Now go get him, tiger.”
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You stop outside of the dark wood door, the sound of a TV echoing through the crack under the door. You take one more deep breath before knocking lightly on the wood, not moving until you head a quiet “come in”resonate through the wood.
You open the door slowly walking into the dark room, closing the door behind you softly, the click of the lock turning Hoshi’s eyes towards you. He watches as you fiddle with the ends of his shirt, his back straightening as he sits higher against his head board, the room illuminated with the light of the flashing TV.
“What are you doing in here?” Hoshi asks quickly, eye darting around the room as if he’s waiting for Mingyu to jump out from the corner.
“How’s your shoulder? I heard it’s been acting up again.” You dodge the question moving closer towards him, noticing the bare skin of his torso, and the loose grey sweatpants, your hands tightening at the bottom of the shirt.
“It’s not too bad, the others are just being dramatic, it just gets a little stiff sometimes.” He responds watching as you move closer to him, the sight of the heat packs strewn around his room making you sigh.
“Hoshi, can I ask you a question?” Hoshi nods quickly watching as you move closer to the bed, his chest moving quickly. “You’ll be completely honest with me won’t you?” He nods again, watching as you stop just out of reach.
“What’s you favourite thing about my body? What attracts you the most to a girl?” You question, watching as his eyes flick between the door and where you stand besides him. You watch him for a little longer, your hands still clenching the fabric as you wait for his answer.
“Your chest.” He says softly.
“What about my chest?”
“Everything. Your boobs, your shoulders, those collar bones, everything about your chest is perfect.” He responds, his eyes glues to your hands as they move up the shirt, undoing the first few buttons on the white shirt. The swell of your breasts only just visible from behind the flaps of fabric.
“You want to know a secret, Hoshi?” His eyes finally leave the gap in your shirt moving up to your eyes.
He nods.
“Mingyu is more of an ass man, he barely even touches me here.” You mumble your finger stroking the skin between your breasts, before you undo the last few buttons the shirt opening a little more, still managing to cover most of you. Hoshi stand from the bed quickly, his hands reaching out to close the gap in your shirt.
“We shouldn’t… Mingyu is your… Why are you doing this?” Hoshi begins his eyes looking straight into yours, his eyebrows furrowed, his breaths shallow and fast.
“Mingyu talked to you about this, didn’t he?” You question, your hands raising to grip onto his. Hoshi’s eyes seem to light up with understanding.
“Do you not want me? Is that the problem?” You falter, your hand loosening on Hoshi’s your body making to move away from him.
“No, I want you. God, I want you really bad.” His hands tighten on your shirt, not letting you pull away.
“Then touch me, Soonyoung.” Hoshi lets out a shaky breath before tugging on your shirt, his mouth finding yours, his hands opening up the white fabric, finding the bare skin of your waist. Hoshi walks backwards, until his legs hit the side of the bed, his body turning quickly, lifting you onto the mattress.
You adjust yourself quickly, your head finding his pillows, your shirt falling open onto the bed. “Lord help me.” Hoshi whispers, slowly moving onto the bed, his arms placed on either side of your head and he looks down at your chest.
“Can I?” He asks quietly his eyes only meeting your for a moment, a smile growing on his face as you give him a small nod. His places a quick kiss under your jaw before trailing his way down to your collarbone, inhaling slowly before letting out a groan, “You smell so good.” He hums, placing kisses along your collarbones, before shuffling further down your body, his eyes level with your stiff nipples.
His mouth latches onto one nipple, a content sigh leaving his mouth, as he readjusts his arms, placing his forearms on the bed besides your body, his face grimacing as he moves to take your other nipple into his mouth.
“Hoshi, wait.” You say quickly, sitting up slightly to look at him properly. His mouth leaves your body so quickly, his head snapping towards you, confusion in his eyes.
“Did I do something wrong?” He asks quietly, moving his body further up yours until he’s looking at your face in concern. You shake your head, your hands reaching up to hold either side of his face, pulling his lips to yours, your legs moving quickly to hook around his waist, before you roll. You pull away from Hoshi, adjusting your pose so your thighs sit comfortably on either side of his hips.
“Is that more comfortable?” You ask, moving your hands away from his face, to stroke down his chest slowly, looking at both his shoulder, one spotted with green and yellow bruises.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about—“
“Don’t play dumb, your shoulder looks like shit.” You mumble, watching as a frown grows on his face. “Don’t you dare say that it doesn’t really hurt.” You hiss, Hoshi’s mouth snapping shut quickly.
“I’m not taking the blame if your shoulder gets worse.” You coo, pushing his hair away from his face, leaning down to capture his lips again.
“But I like being on top.” He whines, his hand gripping your hips, trying to roll you back over.
“Well I guess you’re just going to have to deal. It’s like this or nothing.” You continue talking as you place small kisses down Hoshi’s neck.
“Can I at least sit up?” He questions, and you nod, shuffling down. His body a bit, so he can pull himself into a sitting position before moving back up his legs, his sweatpants falling down his hips. You shrug the shirt off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, your nails grazing down his chest as you get a good look at the dancers body in front of you.
“You really have been training hard for the comeback haven’t you?” You sigh in delight. Hoshi nods his eyes following your hands as he watches you admire his body. “I just don’t understand how you are all so goddamn perfect, so fit and handsome you’re every girls dream.” You coo, watching as Hoshi swallows heavily, his hands tightening on the sheets besides you.
“Oh, my pretty little kitten likes praise?” You murmur leaning forwards so your lips press against Hoshi’s ear as you speak.
“Does the little kitty like being told he’s handsome?” You question, feeling Hoshi nods, his breaths staggered, as his hips buck lightly as your hand grazes him.
“For someone who said he likes being on top, you sure seem like your liking this.” You chuckle, your hand slipping underneath his waistband, the lack of underwear no surprise. You hand finds his erection quickly, giving it a soft, slow stroke, pulling a whimper out of the boy.
“Tell me Hoshi, do you want to come in my hand or inside me?”
“Inside, please, I want to be inside of you.” He responds quickly his hands turning white from their grip on the blanket. You nod, tugging on his sweatpants, his hips raising automatically as you push them just past his hips, so they sit on his thighs, his hard cock standing tall between you.
One hand moves your underwear aside, before gripping his cock, giving it a few slow stroke while the other move to Hoshi’s chin, his eyes glued to where your bodies meet.
“Look at me Hoshi.” You mumble, pulling on his chin, until his eyes meet your own. You shuffle forwards, your lips meeting his as you slide his cock to your entrance, your body slowly beginning to lower onto him.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. Wait.” Hoshi groans, his hand letting go of the sheets, gripping your hips just as tightly, your body not able to move. “I just… I just need a second.”
“It’s okay kitten. What are you so afraid of?” You whisper, your lips grazing his as you speak, his eyes still meeting yours as he groans again when you sink down more. “Just go with what your body is telling you.”
“I just… I just feel like a 15 year old boy, whose about to cum in his pant from one touch. I just need a second, I don’t want to cum before you even start moving.” He explains, his hands not loosening on your hips, as he pulls his face away from yours, looking to the roof as he takes deep breaths. You bend slowly, placing soft kisses down his neck and across his shoulder, along the dark bruises, your hands rubbing up and down his arms, trying to soothe him as much as you can.
“Hoshi, just let it happen.” You mumble placing another kiss to his cheek, your hands gripping his arms as they stay rigid by your side. His gaze falls back to your own, letting out a sigh as his head drops into the crook of your neck, his hand finally loosening their grip on your hips, the boy letting out a choked moan as you slowly roll your hips forwards and then back.
You continue your small movements, your breathing getting faster as your feel Hoshi’s teeth graze your shoulder lightly, his hands gently holding your hips as you move.
“Relax, Hosh. Be a good little kitten and cum for me.” You whisper into his ear, your smile growing as your feel the boy shudder underneath you, his hands guiding your hips to make faster, larger movements. You feel Hoshi’s thighs tense underneath you, his hands moving your hips more frantically as he rides out his high, his teeth latching onto your shoulder as he lets out short pants.
“What a good boy. What a perfect little tiger.” You hum, pulling his head away from your shoulder, as you wipe the sweat off his forehead, placing a soft kiss to his lips before speeding up your movements, moving one of his hands of your hip, placing it on your clit.
“Help me finish.” You murmur, Hoshi nods quickly, his fingers rubbing soft circles on your clit, while he mouth move to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly.
“Such a good boy.” You continue to coo, your movements loosing rhythm as you edge closer to your high. Hoshi moves his mouth up your chest, sucking on your neck as his hand leaves your clit, grabbing your ass, moving your body sharply, finding a good rhythm, as he smile into your skin, the large red mark bruising over the small indents of his teeth.
“Shit, Hoshi.” You moan, as you feel your orgasm wash over you, Hoshi hands the only thing keeping your hips moving, helping you ride out your high. Hoshi slows the rolling of your hips until you come to a complete stop, your breaths becoming softer, as your eyes open looking down at the dancer beneath you.
“Thanks.” You whisper, your eyes locked with Hoshi’s as he holds you steady in his lap, his softening cock still inside you.
“I think that’s what I should be saying.” He whispers back, his eyes raking over your body, falling to the darkening mark on your shoulder. “Mingyu’s going to kill me.” He huffs, moving one hand to push some hair away from your shoulder, tucking a few loose pieces behind your ear. You glimpse down at your shoulder, letting out a breathy chuckle at the mark.
“He didn’t say you couldn’t so…” You mumble, pulling Hoshi’s hands away from your hips, raising yourself until he slips out of you. You stumble off the bed, adjusting your underwear picking the white shirt off the floor.
“Wait, where are you going?” Hoshi hurries, scooting off the bed, tucking himself back into his pants, making his way over to you as you do up the buttons on your shirt.
“I need a shower, and I’m sure Mingyu will be wondering what happened.” You say, finishing with the buttons before looking up at Hoshi, his eyes sad, his head nodding softly.
“Right, of course you’d go back to your boyfriend.” He huffs, running his fingers through his hair. You smile at him, lacing your finger with his, leaning up to place one more kiss to his lips.
“I really did have fun with you Hoshi. And who knows maybe we will be able to do this again sometime.” You say, giving his hand one more squeeze.
“Oh and Hoshi…” You call out as you reach the door, Hoshi raising his eyebrows at you. “I hope your shoulder feels better.”
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“Have fun?” Mingyu questions as you walk out of your ensuite, your hair draped over your shoulder, a towel tight around your body. You nod quickly, rushing to pull your pyjama’s out of the closet.
“Why are you in such a rush? Did something happen?” He asks, taking long strides to beat you to the closet door, holding it closed.
“No, nothing happened. It was pretty relaxed actually.” You hum, giving mingyu a quick smile before trying to pull the door open, to no avail.
“You seem like you’re trying to hide something.” He grins, his eyes dropping to the shoulder covered with your hair. His hand moves fast to brush the wet hair away from the bare skin, the bruise visible.
“What the fuck?”
“You didn’t say it was out of bounds, it just sort of happened.” You rush to explain, pulling you hair back over your shoulder.
“He fucking bit you? God he really thinks he’s a tiger doesn’t he?” Mingyu hisses, his eyebrows pinching together as he moves your hair to look at the bruise again.
“As I said spur of the moment, and once again you said nothing was out of bounds.”
“Well from here on, this is. No marking - that’s just rude, I try to give him a gift and he bites it.” Mingyu continues, letting out a small ‘I’ll kill him’.
“Okay, lets not get ahead of ourselves.” You coo, taking Mingyu’s hand in yours. “If you let this one slide, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” You finish, Mingyu nodding slowly giving your hand a squeeze.
“Fine. I’m glad the two of you had fun.”
“Don’t be such a jealous baby, this was your idea. So Mr-i’m-in-control, who are you thinking of next.”
“I’m not telling you. You’ll know when I want you to.” He huffs, pouting.
“God, you really are a baby.”
“Only for you.”
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