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Worth The Wait | Steven Grant

(Inspired by the song of the same title by Kali Uchis)

Pairing: Steven Grant x fem!reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: You and Steven have been roommates for a while now. But one night after being stood up by yet another guy in a string of dates gone wrong, Steven offers you some support...which sparks an interesting chain of events.

Warnings[18+ activities MDNI]: sub! (ish) Steven, dom! (ish) reader, fools in love, friends/roommates to lovers, mentions of drunk reader (but not drunk when they actually have sex, you'll see), crying (reader's drunk and starts venting for a bit, that's all), unprotected p in v sex (cloak the joker before you poke her), oral sex (steven and r receiving), Steven doubting himself mid-sex, assertive reader and awkward Steven! , choking (r receiving), riding, creampie, barely edited cause I'm really fuckin tired.

A/N: Hi. Don't ask me where I found the time or motivation to write this shit when school started back a month ago. The idea just popped into my head and my fingers didn't stop moving once I opened a draft. Note, I have a tall fem! reader x Steven in my drafts to finish so don't think I forgot!

"Steeeeven," knock knock knock, "STEVENNNN," knock knock knock−

Steven's brows furrowed beneath his reading glasses at the sound of your voice coming from outside your shared apartment door. Concern as well as confusion sprang through him instantly. You sounded drunk. Which he was sure to be the case seeing as you were sloppily knocking at the door rather than opening it with your keys.

He quickly shut the book he was reading and removed his glasses before making his way over to the door in fear that your next call of his name would wake the entire building.

Unfortunately, he opened the door at the very moment you launched your hand forward to knock once more. This caused you to tumble through the door with a drunken yelp. But Steven caught you in his arms before your body could hit the ground.

You looked up at him with a lazy smile and hooded eyes. "Thanks, Stevie bear," you hiccuped, using both hands to cling onto one of his very defined biceps. You had never realized how big and firm they were before that moment.

"You're welcome," Steven replied worriedly. He swiftly shut the door with his foot and used your grip on his arm to bring you standing back on your feet. "Y/n what the bloody hell happened to your date?"

You rolled your eyes at his question, kicking off your heels and making your way over to the couch without somehow falling again. "See now, Steven," you paused and pointed at him drunkenly, "it can't be a date if the said date doesn't even bother to show up!" you explained.

Steven sighed deeply at your explanation as he sat on the other end of the couch. This wasn't the first time this had happened to you—or him for that matter—but he could never understand why. You were easily one of the most beautiful women in London, and definitely one of the smartest, (your framed Ph.D. in psychology hanging over the television was evidence of that). You were the full package and more. Any man would be lucky to have you.

But the men of London were clearly morons if they kept standing you up or acting like complete knobs to you on your dates.

He would never do that to you. But he's seen photos of your past dates. A woman like you was way out of his league and would never go for someone like him, anyone with eyes could see that.

"How much have you had to drink?" Steven suddenly asked you.

You raised 3 fingers to the best of your ability. "Six," you answered before bursting into a fit of giggles at Steven's expression.

"Gosh, y/n, you're absolutely clobbered," he grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch and spread it over where your short skin-tight dress was riding up your thighs.

"Well I didn't lie," you sat up abruptly, throwing the blanket off your lap and turning to face Steven and sit as crosslegged as your dress would allow, "Three of the drinks were margaritas...the other three were shots of vodka though," you admitted softly as if it were some secret for only yours and Steven's ears.

"Do you have work in the morning?" Steven questioned gently, picking up the blanket and handing it back to you. Your dress was riding up with every slight movement you made, which meant more of your thighs being exposed to him. Despite this, Steven wouldn't dare look anywhere except your eyes.

"Nope." You threw the blanket back on the floor. The night was pretty warm, you don't understand why Steven keeps giving it to you.

"Do you want me to make you some coffee or tea?"

"Yup."

Steven looked at you in question for a few seconds. "Which one?" he prodded, fighting back a smile at your muddled state.

You moved closer and narrowed your eyes, "Which one of what?" you questioned, truly confused, before breaking out into another fit of drunken giggles that caused you to momentarily tumble forward and land your hands on Steven's thighs.

"Coffee it is then," Steven answered for you, his voice traveling up an octave. He then carefully moved your hand from his thighs, trying to ignore the chills your touch sent up his spine, and hightailed it to the kitchen to put on the percolator for you.

You tilted your head as he walked away, noting how quickly he left.

When Steven returned with your cup of coffee (with cream and no sugar just how you liked it), he found you seated in the same spot but with his blanket draped over your head and body while soft sniffles and sobs met his ears.

He placed your cup on the table nearby and carefully approached your figure on the couch. Steven reached for the blanket and slowly removed it from your body.

"Why are you crying, love?" he sweetly asked once your face came into view.

"Because I'm a mess," you sniffled, using a hand to wipe the trail of tears falling from your eyes.

Steven's head tilted in disbelief at your words. "You don't really believe that, do you?"

"Yes I do," you nodded fervently, "It's why my dates have sucked for the past 2 months, it's why I got passed over for that goddamn promotion at work last week, and it's why you can't stand being around me for longer than 3 minutes these days."

Steven was taken aback by your words. You thought he couldn't stand to be around you? That's impossible.

"You practically sprinted to the kitchen!" you added after a few moments of silence.

"To make you coffee," Steven protested, gesturing to the cup lying untouched nearby.

"I saw your face," you looked down at where your hands lay in your lap.

Steven swallowed harshly. "Y/n."

You ignored his call for your attention.

"Look at me," he came closer and entangled his hands with your own in your lap, immediately causing you to look up at him with tear-stained eyes, "You are not a mess," he softly yet sternly said to you.

"Yes I am−"

"No. You are not," he interrupted your arguing, "Your dates? They're all losers for letting you slip through their hands. And if a few bad dates is fate's way of making you wait to find the one, then I think that's well worth the holdup, yeah?"

You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously before nodding in agreement.

"And as for my behavior earlier, it was−" Steven paused with a sigh fumbling for a sensible excuse, "it's your perfume."

You pulled a face that would have made Steven laugh under normal circumstances. "My perfume? You hate my perfume?"

Steven swallowed harshly. He hated lying. He wasn't even good at it. But convincing you that he couldn't bear your perfume was easier than admitting that he just couldn't handle the way your hands felt on his thighs or the way his entire body heated up when you leaned closer to him. "Yup. The smell was too much for me," he fibbed.

You rested your head in your palms, pouting slightly. "But you're the only reason I wear this perfume, Steven," you confessed, barely audible.

Steven's face fell. "What?"

"You told me that you liked it when I moved in and from then I kept buying it just because you liked it."

Steven's heart swelled at your admission. He felt like an asshole. He was no better than the losers you'd been going on dates with.

You continued to speak. You could feel words preparing to leave your lips that have been eating at you for a while, now guided by your lowered inhibitions. "And I didn't only mean just now. These past few weeks you can barely look me in my eyes, or be near me, Steven. What am I doing wrong?" your voice broke with your last words.

Steven had seen you cry a few times before. But this time was different. The look on your face was heart-wrenching. He couldn't believe that he made you feel like this.

Because he was having trouble dealing with his own feelings for you, he made you think he hated you...when it was the complete opposite.

"There's nothing wrong with you. It's all my fault," Steven said, breaking away from your gaze, feeling it pierce through him.

"I'm the one who was dumb enough to fall in love with you..." he added, only to look up and see you passed out against the arm of the couch.

A part of him was saddened that you fell asleep before hearing his confession. But another was grateful and profoundly unprepared for your inevitable rejection.

Steven looked at you for a few more seconds before carefully picking you up—smiling to himself when you curled into his chest—and carrying you to your bedroom.

° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

You woke up in a slight daze...and in someone else's bed.

It took a few glances around the room for you to piece together that you were in Steven's room.

And then all of last night's events came back to mind, seeping in and clearing the fog that your excessive alcohol consumption had sired;

Your failed date. Coming home and falling into Steven's arms. Saying way too much to Steven. Steven's last words before your body shut down.

Steven.

"Oh God," you mumbled, cradling your face in your hands.

Eventually, you pulled yourself out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom for a shower. You thanked whatever higher power was at work that Steven was still asleep on the couch when you padded through the living room.

But when you finished showering and exited the bathroom, you were hit with the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You poked your head into the living room to make sure Steven was still in the kitchen before running a path straight to your room and getting dressed.

After throwing on one of your old university crew necks and the first shorts you could get your hands on (which happened to be very short ones), you heard a knock at your door followed by Steven's voice.

"Y/N? I have a cup of green tea and some painkillers here...thought you'd need them."

You found yourself smiling at the sound of his voice, something that was becoming more common in recent weeks. What did you do to deserve a man like Steven in your life?

You quickly moved to open the door and let Steven in. "Hey, Steven," you greeted him with a small smile.

He released a nervous chuckle as he presented a cup and two pills to you. "Good morning."

You took them happily, bringing them to your night table. "I'm not actually feeling very hungover," you said to him, turning to sit on your bed.

"Really? That's surprising...considering last night," Steven replied, taking a hesitant step further into your room.

"Yeah must be my tolerance and all that," you shrugged, taking interest in how Steven had yet to meet your eyes since you opened the door.

A beat of silence passed between you while you took a sip of your tea. "Steven, you can sit," you softly spoke, gesturing to your bed.

"Oh, sure," Steven took a seat at the farthest edge of your bed, maintaining a more than comfortable space between you.

"How'd I end up in your bed this morning?" you suddenly questioned. You were genuinely curious, but the reaction it garnered from Steven was more than worth it.

After a brief clear of his throat, Steven answered, "Well you sorta climbed into my bed in the middle of the night, gave me quite a scare actually, and I wanted to give you space to rest so I let you have my bed and I slept in the couch."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you frowned, a tinge of embarrassment seeping in, "Why didn't you sleep in my bed?"

"Because..." laying in your bed that smells flawlessly like you would've sent him into cardiac arrest- "the couch is more comfortable."

You nodded in understanding, placing your half-empty teacup back on the table.

"If you uh need anything," Steven stood up from your bed, slowly walking backward to the door, "just shout," he said as he turned to open the door.

"Did you mean it?"

Steven halted in place at your words, his back still facing you.

You slid off your bed and approached his oddly still figure.

Steven's throat ran dry. There's no way you could have actually heard him. Right? "What?" is all he managed to say.

You walked past him and used a hand to close the door, coming to stand in front of him. You needed to look at his face. Living with Steven for a year has taught you that he wasn't a man of many words but his face said more than enough when he couldn't. Drunk you couldn't utilize your psych degree the night before, but sober you sure could at that moment.

"Did you mean it?" you repeated, "When you said you fell in love with me?"

Steven's jaw slackened when he met your stare, that feeling of being pierced by your gaze returning. "I-"

Your eyes narrowed as you took a step closer to him, now being close enough for his nervous breaths to fan across your lips. "Because if you meant it then I would tell you that. I think..." you paused and looked away for a moment, "No, I know that I love you too."

Steven's hooded brown eyes widened. He blinked a few times, trying to will himself to wake up if this was a dream.

You bit back a small laugh at his expression before you continued. "I love how willing you were to rent some small-time therapist your extra bedroom because you heard her crying in the corner of a coffee shop that she'd been kicked out by her stupid ex-boyfriend. I love the mugs you buy me every month because you saw them and they reminded you of me. I love how you watch shitty action movies with me after every bad date I have because you want to take my mind off them. I love how much you care about...everything really. I love you, Steven Grant," an enlightened smile rested on your face as you spoke, "and I'm sorry that I spent the past year thinking everything you made me feel was platonic when the truth was that you made me feel things that no one else has. I'm an idiot Steven-"

"No," Steven's first word came, a relieved smile accompanying it, "You are not an idiot. You are the smartest person I've ever met. Smarter than me, that's for sure," at that, you both laughed, "I've spent this whole year thinking that you would never see me as anything more than your weird, boring roommate...and turns out you loved me this whole time," he ended in a soft whisper, shocked by his own conclusion. Steven found his eyes drifting down to your lips and you immediately took note of it.

You exhaled deeply before closing the gap between you and Steven, meeting his lips in a bold kiss.

Initially stunned, Steven sunk into your lips soon after, gently bringing his hands up to rest on the sides of your face.

Your brain fogged as Steven devoured your lips, an unusual confidence taking over him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and smiled into the kiss, allowing Steven to slip his tongue past your lips, tasting more of you and pulling a moan from your chest.

Steven pulled away first, feeling himself enter a state that he wouldn't dare himself to in your presence. You bit back a whine when his lips left yours, looking up at him in confusion.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he spoke, taking a step away from you.

You licked your lips and stepped towards him. "Steven, trust me, I want to do this. I want to do a lot more than this actually," you pulled his waist flush against your body, drawing a shared moan from you both when his growing bulge pressed against your stomach.

Steven's hands flew up to grab the back of your neck and your jaw. He softly muttered your name, as a warning more than anything else.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss against the corner of his lips. "If you say no, we will stop this right now and go eat breakfast. But if you say yes, we are gonna stay here and I'm gonna let you do very bad things to my body."

Steven swallowed harshly. "God, yes," he replied, failing to swallow back a whimper at the implication of your words.

Your hands squeezed his waist as you moved back to look at his face fully. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that Stevie," you smirked.

Steven looked down at you with adoration clear in his eyes. He couldn't believe this was really about to happen. He used his hold on your neck to pull your lips crashing into his. This kiss was a lot more hungrier than the first, with Steven now making his intentions much clearer.

"I'll take that as a yes," you grinned between kisses.

Steven groaned his agreement as he continued to kiss you.

You used your grip on his waist to push him back towards your bed, effectively breaking your kiss and causing him to land on the edge of your bed with a grunt.

Steven looked up at you through his lashes in awe as you approached him. He watched keenly as you removed your top, wearing nothing underneath, before moving to straddle his thighs. Steven made a move to touch your chest before stopping his shaky hands midair and looking at you in question.

You gently held Steven's chin up and smiled down at him. "Steven you can touch me," you reassured him. Even in an intimate moment like this, he was ever the gentleman...

Steven indulged with a sheepish smile and brought both his palms to each of your breasts. Unable to help himself, Steven dove in and took one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bud.

"Fuck, Steven," you moaned, eyes slamming shut at how good it felt. Your words only seemed to egg him on further as Steven switched to your other breast, his lips and tongue moving against it with more enthusiasm.

Your hands at the back of his neck grabbed fistfuls of his curls while his ministrations against your chest pulled more moans and whines from your lips.

Some time after, you pulled Steven's lips away from your breasts and met them in a searing kiss, pressing your clothed cunt down against his erection. "Shit," Steven lowly cursed, bringing his hands to your waist to grind you down further against his bulge.

You obliged with a moan, grinding in Steven's lap harder. "Tell me what you want, Steven," you whispered against his lips.

Steven's hands squeezed your waist harshly when your lips began sucking against his throat. He could barely put together thoughts at the moment, much less words.

You trailed a hand down to the waistband of Steven's sweats and slowly reached under it for his cock. You swallowed a moan when your hand traced his full length and girth. "You've been holding out on me Steven," you chuckled against his neck.

Steven blushed furiously at your words. "Thank you?" he responded awkwardly, barely functioning with your hand rubbing along his cock.

You chuckled once again, pulling away from his neck to look at him. "You're so pretty," you said, causing another wave of red to hit Steven's cheeks.

"No one's ever said that to me before," he admitted softly.

"Well that's okay, cause I want to be the only one who makes you blush like this," you grinned brushing a stray curl from his forehead, "I bet your cock is just as pretty," your hand picked up speed beneath Steven's pants, "Can I see it? Please?"

Steven nodded enthusiastically. "Anything you want," he said with a desperation that had your pussy throbbing with need. You briefly lifted your hips allowing Steven to clumsily slide off his sweatpants and boxers and step out of them.

Once you returned to your position on his thighs, you looked down at his cock, the head already dripping with small beads of precum. The length was truly unexpected, as well as the girth. You would do anything to feel him inside you.

But for now, you really wanted to taste him.

Steven watched you sink to your knees before him, your eyes never straying from his.

"Are you sure you want to-"

"Steven you said anything I wanted," you paused, gliding your fingers over his length and watching it twitch in response, "And I really want to taste you. Can I suck your cock, Steven?"

Steven's breathing picked up as he took in the image before him; you on your knees, touching his dick while literally begging to suck it with a look in your eyes he could only compare to the look of a wild female tiger eyeing her freshly caught meal in the nature documentary he watched the week before.

"Please, please do," his response came soon after.

You began with a kiss to the head of his cock that made it immediately jump in your hand. You couldn't help but chuckle, and it was a sound that Steven hoped would be the last thing he heard before he left this earth. "You're so sensitive, Stevie," you cooed before pressing another kiss but to the base of his length.

Steven released a sharp moan at both of your kisses to his cock, finding himself embarrassingly close to cumming already.

"Please," he pleaded your name with a whine, "stop teasing."

You swirled your tongue around the head where precum had gathered, moaning in time with your movements and drawing yet another mewl from Steven. "Oh but Stevie, I just love hearing you say please," you teased him, looking up from where you had a hand wrapped around his base and another briefly caressing his balls.

Steven was now panting, his eyes never leaving you as you held him. He watched you slowly wrap your lips around his tip before slowly sinking down.

After reaching a little more than halfway down Steven's cock, you felt yourself gag but simply stilled instead of removing yourself completely.

"Fucking hell," Steven grunted before melding into a pathetic moan once you held your position. You eventually let up when you almost ran out of air and slowly removed your lips from his dick, your eyes meeting his with tears streaming along your face from the stretch.

You were prepared to do it once again but felt Steven's palm grab your chin before you could. "No, love, please. If you do that again I'm afraid I'm not gonna last."

Steven watched you lick your lips before shifting to trap his thumb in between your lips and softly suck on it. He couldn't stop the whine that slipped his lips at your action.

You eventually released his thumb from the confines of your mouth and came to stand over him with a smile. "Well then. Tell me what you want to do next. I'm all yours, baby, remember?"

Steven brought his hands to rest on your hips and leaned forward to press a soft kiss against your stomach. "I-uhh," his brows furrowed and he shook his head briefly as if sending away a thought.

"What is it, Steven?"

The man beneath you looked up to meet your eager eyes, suddenly confident enough to say what he wanted. "I really...really want to taste you."

You felt your breath hitch at his request. It was rare for a man to enthusiastically offer to go down on you. Though it was clear to you now that Steven was most definitely a rare man.

"You want to?" you felt your voice come out a lot more unsure than usual.

Steven's brows furrowed once again as a fleeting smile graced his lips at your response. "Of course I do, sweetheart. Do men not usually..."

You harshly exhaled. "I mean some do but I usually have to complain first or they do it cause they want me to return the favor," you admitted.

"They don't deserve you. No one does," Steven softly uttered, gazing up at you with eyes you were growing more fond of by the minute.

You quickly leaned down to meet him in a kiss in response. You didn't deserve him either.

Steven pulled you back into his lap and kissed you back eagerly. But he was the first to pull away, causing you to whine in a way that made his cock jump against your cunt. "I-I really did mean it, love, I need to taste you. Now."

You had never seen Steven so demanding. It had you throbbing in anticipation. You allowed him to lay you on your back and peel away your shorts and panties to reveal the part of you where you needed him most.

Steven looked starstruck as he examined your arousal. He moved closer and closer to your pussy, letting his warm breath fan over your glistening lips.

"Steven please-" you begged, though you couldn't finish your thought before your voice broke into a loud moan when Steven licked a stripe from your entrance to your swollen clit.

Steven closed his eyes, relishing his first taste of you. It was everything he'd quite literally dreamed of and more.

And so, he eagerly dived into your core.

Your hands flew to Steven's head working between your legs as your thighs instinctively closed around his head from the sudden wave of pleasure surging through you.

The feeling of your thighs trapping his head against your pussy was absolute bliss to Steven. He moaned into you as his tongue swirled around your clit sloppily. If he was inexperienced, you couldn't tell because every movement of his tongue brought you closer and closer to your release.

The vibrations of Steven's enjoyment drew a brief scream from your chest before you slapped a hand over your lips to silence it.

Steven finally came up for air, his lips and jaws covered in your slick. His curls were strewn along his forehead by a damp layer of sweat as his dilated pupils met your own. "C'mon. I want to hear those pretty noises you make for me, love," he said before running two of his fingers through your folds to gather some of your wetness and slowly inserting them into you.

"Oh my-STEVEN" your back arched up and off your bed as you felt immediately filled up by Steven's digits.

Steven gauged your reactions as he slowly removed his fingers before pushing them again with no resistance due to your arousal. "I've wanted this for so long, love," he began to speak as he slowly leaned down to press his lips against your clit in a kiss, "Wanted to hear you moaning my name," he sped up his fingers' movements inside you, "Wanted to taste you," he added another finger, now touching that spot inside your walls with every thrust, "You're so beautiful," he ended before fully diving back in with his tongue against your bud.

"Yes—fuck—you're so good to me baby," you finally gathered enough breath to speak while gaining a proper grip on his head. With every sharp lick or nip he'd make, you would tighten your grip on his hair and it would only spur him on further. It was only a matter of seconds from there before...

"Shit, I'm gonna cum, Steven," you called out, looking down to meet where he was already staring up at you, and speeding up his fingers and tongue's ministrations against you.

He held your stare once he felt your walls clench around his fingers and heard your moan melt into a scream.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," you shouted as your orgasm slammed into you thanks to Steven's eager tongue and fingers.

Steven watched your chest slow its heaving when your climax subsided and removed his fingers but couldn't stop himself from licking the remnants of your release from your folds. It was as if he was trying to work you up to another orgasm.

"Shit Steven wait," you mewled, attempting to close your legs from overstimulation. But Steven used strength you'd never known him to have to shove your legs back open and hold them in place, clearly intent on tasting every bit of what you had to offer.

Your eyes widened. "Holy fuck," you removed both your hands from Steven's head and ran them over your face and boobs. He was driving you absolutely insane. If it weren't for his grip on your legs you would be trembling beneath him.

It wasn't long before a second orgasm crept up on you, one more powerful than the last. Your lips parted in a silent scream as your climax washed over your entire body, from your thighs to your feet, to the base of your fucking spine.

Steven couldn't help but stare as he cleaned you up for the last time with his tongue. He couldn't believe he got to see this. To make you feel like this.

Your high subsided soon after and you released a sharp exhale followed by a laugh of disbelief.

Steven moved from his position on his knees before you to hover above you on your bed. "You okay, love?" he questioned in concern

You responded to his question with a satisfied grin. "I'm great, Stevie," you spoke before meeting his lips in a sweet kiss, "But..."

Steven's face fell at your words. He slowly moved from above you to lay next to you, scared to meet your eyes. "I did something wrong didn't I? Or did I forget to do something? I'm sorry-" he rambled, immediately doubting himself.

But his words died in his throat when you turned and caressed his cheek with a hand, your grin still present on your face. "You did nothing wrong," you insisted, "That was no doubt one of the best orgasms of my entire life."

Steven looked away and laughed at your confession. "You don't have to say that to make me feel better."

"I mean it, Steven," your voice grew stern, "That was fucking incredible."

Steven couldn't even formulate a response.

"What I was going to say was," you broke his silence, "I promised you could do bad things to my body and you haven't done nearly enough for me," you ended with a smirk.

Steven grunted when he felt your fingertips run along his cock.

"Don't you want to fuck me, Steven?" you questioned innocently while completely wrapping your hand around and stroking Steven's dick.

He nodded quickly, his bottom lip held between his teeth as he tried not to react to how soft your hand felt around his painfully hard cock. "I do. So badly, love."

You released him and brought a hand over to grab Steven's neck before using your grip to pull him back to his previous position above you. "Then fuck me, Steven. I need you to fuck me," you whispered.

Steven wasted no time in grabbing his length and lining himself up with your entrance. "Are you sure?" he checked in with you once more.

You jerked your hip in the direction of his cock in an effort to fill yourself up but to no avail. You were so damn desperate you didn't care how you sounded. "Yes Steven, please, I need you to fill me up. Fill me up baby, c'mon," you whined hurriedly.

"Well who am I to deny you of what you want, love?" he replied before slowly guiding himself into you.

He immediately groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. "Heavens, love, you're so—aghh—tight," he grunted.

Your moans were never-ending as he sunk into you inch by inch. The stretch was briefly painful but it hurt so good you didn't care.Steven stopped halfway in and leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "You're taking me so well, sweetheart," he praised you.

You bit your lip at his praise. "More, Steven, keep going."

Steven obliged and fully sunk into you with one last push. Your moans mixed in the air at the sudden change. "You feel so good inside me Steven, oh my God-" you cried out.

You nearly choked on air when Steven slowly pulled out of your heat before slamming back into you.

"SHIT," you both cursed together before opening your eyes to look at each other.

"Faster, baby, I can take it I promise," you nodded, bringing your hands up to the sides of Steven's face. You even wrapped your legs around Steven's waist.

Steven took a deep breath before pulling out and rutting into you again, now establishing a pace. Which every thrust inside your cunt, Steven grazed your g-spot, effortlessly. It was as if you were built for his cock.

"Fuckin' love the way you fuck me, Steven," you mumbled as Steven set a brutal pace inside you.

Steven leaned down to press his forehead against yours as he continued to fuck you. Your breathing seemed to sync as he pulled out moan after moan from you.

His hands rested at the sides of your head but you could feel them inching closer to your neck.

Your pussy clenched around him at the thought of him choking you. Steven faltered in his thrusts in response. "Love you're squeezing me so hard I don't think I'm gonna last."

"Do it," you called out, tilting your head toward one of his hands.

"What?"

"I can see you thinking about it. Choke me, baby," your chest heaved as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching.

Steven hesitated for a second before he stopped his thrusts and brought a shaky hand to wrap around your throat.

"I trust you, Steven," you spoke truthfully, "I want this too," you brought a hand to rest over Steven's briefly in reassurance.

Steven began roughly pounding you again with his hand now squeezing around your neck.

"Fuck yes, holy shit," you breathed out, feeling your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head with the newly added feeling of Steven's large hand wrapped around your throat. making you see stars.

Steven, although shocked by your immediate enjoyment of his secret guilty pleasure, took it as a sign to continue. So he trusted faster but made sure to maintain the same amount of pressure on your neck. He then got the idea to use his free hand to reach down and fiddle with your clit while fucking you.

You were instantly thrown over the edge. You came with as best a scream of Steven's name as you could manage with his hand still choking you. Chills ran down your spine while Steven slowed his thrusts inside you and waited for your orgasm to pass.

Eventually, you felt Steven release your neck and slowly begin to remove his cock from your cunt. You tightened your legs around his waist in protest. "Uh uh, we're not stopping till you come inside me, Steven," you demanded.

Steven loved the way you'd been taking control throughout all of this. He'd do anything you asked without a thought. "That's fine with me love," he nodded with a lopsided grin.

"Good," you deeply inhaled before using your hold on his waist to roll him onto his back, with you now straddling him.

You smiled at his shocked expression, which soon morphed into excitement. "You're bloody amazing," he grinned up at you.

You fought the heat that crawled onto your cheeks at his words and looked away with a smile. "Stop sweet talking me and fuck me, Steven."

He nodded quickly, "Yes ma'am." Steven slipped back into your entrance slowly.

But you grew impatient and fully sat down on his cock, loving how full he made you feel. Steven's cries met your ears soon after.

You grabbed his hands and placed each on one of your breasts before beginning to properly ride him. Steven heeded your directions and pawed at your chest while thrusting up to meet your hips.

His grunts soon became whimpers and whines as you rode him harder and faster, eager to make him cum.

"I'm almost there, love," he cried before sitting up and pulling you into his chest. His hands moved down to grip your waist where he guided you faster along his cock.

"There you go, Steven," you held his face against your own as his pace grew sloppy and his brown eyes slid shut.

"Cum for me, baby," you softly spoke with one last grind of your hips. Steven halted inside you with a broken sob of your name and filled you up with his warm release.

You moaned at the feeling of his spend coating your inner walls and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head. "You did so good Steven."

"I love you," his eyes finally opened while he panted, looking up at you with vulnerable eyes as if scared that you wouldn't feel the same after what you had just done together.

"I love you too," you replied without hesitation. You gently shoved Steven onto his back and followed suit, laying down on his chest as you gently removed his softening cock from inside you. You felt his hands move to wrap around your body soon after, bringing you further into his body.

Steven was the first to speak after some time. "I think you're the best thing that's happened to me in a really long time," he admitted, turning to look at you, not at all phased by the exhaustion in your features.

You leaned up to meet Steven in a heated kiss. He tightened his hold on you and met your lips with equal fervor. You pulled away reluctantly and looked down at his face with furrowed brows as you used a hand to trace his jaw and swollen lips. "Where have you been hiding my entire life, Steven Grant?"

"Haven't been hiding, love. I've just been here waiting for you."

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WHEW! This ABSOLUTELY got away from me holy shit. 6k words? yeah, not the plan at all. But hey it's definitely something considering that I haven't been able to sit down and write anything till tonight.

So I really do hope you enjoyed it.

(Lemme go look back through my requests and see what else I can cook up.)

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lovemybluebully · 3 months ago

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Over My Dead Body

Got writer's block on the fic I mentioned with X23 so I wrote this to keep my creative juices flowing. 😁 Hope you guys don't mind. lol I swear this was just going to be a little drabble, buuuuuuut I got carried away. It was just like, I have an idea! Oooh I have another idea! And then it just spiraled. 🤣 I suck at writing short fics. lol

Probably not my best work, but just a little silliness between these two guys. Another fic where Wade discovers Logan is ticklish and goes all out on him. I very much enjoy tickle origin fics. 🥰

Again some somewhat movie spoilers, but if you haven't seen the biggest movie in the world by now then that's your fault. lol Then of course the typical foul language and Deadpool's dirty mouth.

"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse

M/M Tickle Fic

Word Count: 5,139

"Fucking give me that remote, Wilson!" Logan let out a teeth-bared snarl while chasing Wade comically around and around the couch like in a Scooby Doo cartoon.

"But baby cakes, I want to watch 'Touched By An Angel'! Wade snickered, managing to stay just one step ahead.

"Fuck that shit! This is the final round for the Flames in the Stanley Cup, and I am NOT missing it!" He finally caught up to Wade and took him down with a flying tackle of heavy adamantium as they both crashed to the floor and the tv remote went sailing out of reach.

Logan quickly scrambled to his feet as he made a break for it, but Wade successfully grabbed his leg to trip him as he hit the floor again with the merc now up and giggling as he ran to claim the prize.

"Yessss! Home run! And the crowd goes wild!" Wade mimicked the sounds of a cheering stadium while triumphantly holding the remote over his head. However, this was instantaneously followed by a loud growl from Logan as he charged his roommate like a bull and slammed into him harder than a Mack truck.

Wade didn't have time to yelp as his body went flying across the room though the remote had been knocked from his grasp and dropped to the ground, exploding the case open as the batteries all popped out. Logan reached down to pick it all up, shaking his head in annoyance as he walked back over towards the couch and tried to jam the batteries back in properly.

"Motherfucking idiot. Just sit your stupid ass down and take the L. I'm putting on the hockey game and that's that."

But Wade wasn't through yet. He was having too much fun with this! He was always trying to get Logan to roughhouse and play with him, but with the X-man being such a stiff it was hard to get him to let loose. Alcohol usually played a big factor in getting Logan to loosen his inhibitions and engage, but at the current moment he was sober as a judge.

Pissing him off was the next best thing, and Wade loved a good chase and the physical contact, even if it was of the more painful variety. They had a rule about not spilling any blood inside the apartment, but he knew Logan could be pushed too far sometimes and forget about that so Wade would usually back off before he reached that point.

Though at this present time he had only antagonized him a little bit so he knew Logan would be able to tolerate him just a smidge more.

Logan's hypersensitive ears easily picked up the sound of the energetic man coming at him again as he turned around just as Wade plowed all of his weight into him to tackle him onto the couch. Wade quickly took the position to straddle the man's thighs and started making grabs for the remote as growling curses were hurled at him.

"Goddammit! You juvenile fucking moron! Just back off! The only way you're getting this is over my dead body!"

"Bet," Deadpool nodded and kept up in his efforts.

As they played slap-hands fighting to get a hold of the controller it slipped from their grip, hitting Logan in the face on its way down before sliding inside his collar down into his button-up overshirt.

"Nice going, captain loser. Don't worry, I'll get it!" Wade immediately went after it as he haphazardly began squeezing and poking around Logan's midsection as he tried to find the location of the remote hidden beneath the fabric.

As irritated as he was Logan now found that he had a new problem as his body started involuntarily reacting to the way Wade was grabbing at him. It was making his skin crawl. Shivers running up his spine as he began to writhe underneath the other man, trying to avoid the touches.

"Stop squirming, would you? You're making this way harder than it has to be. And I can't find the remote either," Wade teased, always managing to slip in inappropriate innuendos, but Logan was too occupied to make a sarcastic retort as he frantically tried to grab and get control of Wade's busy hands.

"Q-Quit it, shithead!" Logan gritted through his teeth as Wade just clucked his tongue and shook his head.

"Oh c'mon! Stop fighting it and just give it up!" Wade's words held a double meaning in this situation as his hands moved lower, giving the grump a particularly firm squeeze around his hips as Logan couldn't hold it in anymore.

His back arched off the couch accompanied by a loud snort; his nose scrunched as a soft string of giggles tumbled their way out.

Upon hearing that Wade immediately stopped what he was doing; practically frozen in shock as he stared down at the bigger male below him. After a few long, tense moments a slow grin of realization started to spread over his face and Logan was suddenly overcome with a feeling of immense dread at what was about to transpire.

"Did...Did you just giggle?"

"....No," was all Logan could say lamely; his uneasy mind not allowing him to come up with anything else as Wade only smiled more.

"Now here's the plot twist that I never would have expected. You wanna tell me what that was all about? Forgive me if I'm finding it difficult to believe that a hardened tough guy like you could possibly be, dare I say it.....ticklish."

Logan's eyes betrayed him as they widened in pure terror; his brain frantically trying to figure out a solution to get him out of this mess, but his silence told more than enough.

"Ohohoho, you are, aren't you? Well this just made things a lot more sexy...I mean, interesting," Wade stroked his own chin, pondering the situation while Logan finally regained his wit and was now on the rebound to try to deny it.

"What? Are you kidding? Tch! I am not ticklish. Where the fuck do you come up with such stupid ideas?" He made his best attempt to sound convincing, but Wade could easily see right through his bullshit.

"I gotta tell you that all sounds exactly like something a ticklish person would say. A pitiful performance like that isn't going to win you any Oscars," Wade smirked before his eyes then drifted back down to Logan's torso, "Oh dear. It looks like the remote has fallen inside your shirt. Whatever shall we do?"

Wade was gently tugging at the front of his shirt as Logan narrowed his eyes.

"Just get offa me and I'll get it myself. Quit looking for excuses to grope me, ya fucking pervert," Logan growled deeply with his characteristic hard-as-nails Wolverine glare, trying to be as off-putting as possible to hopefully get Wade to lose the notion.

"But it's so confusing when your mouth says 'no', but your eyes say 'yes'," Wade grinned, giving a light tickle to Logan's sides that made him flinch, "By the way, what do you want your safe word to be?"

"Touch me and I will cut your useless motherfucking head off, Wilson."

Wade laughed chaotically and shook his head.

"Now that's kind of a mouthful to say. You should pick something easier like 'umbrella' or 'avocado' or 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'-"

Logan realized he was running out of time for stalling and was now struggling to push Wade off of him before he could actually carry out this heinous act, but the merc simply shoved his arms aside and launched his attack, tickling wildly along his ribcage.

"Oh I get it! You don't want a safe word! Very kinky! I like your style! Well you did say the only way I was getting the remote was over your dead body. Who knew it was going to be death by tickling?"

Logan made a strained grunting noise as he steeled himself and began writhing about, still fighting to force Wade off despite the fingers running along his ribs. He in no way wanted to give Wade the satisfaction of making him laugh and would hold it in for as long as he could.

"Looks like we've got a tough guy, ladies and gentlemen," Wade grinned, momentarily looking out at the camera then turning back to his victim, "You know in all the fanfics I've read it's always the toughest guys that are the most ticklish of all. Look at you doing everything in your power not to laugh. How cute. Too bad you're not going to be able to keep that up. I pretty much wrote the book on 'lerring."

Wolverine had no idea what that meant but could hardly fathom the idea that he was going to have to listen to Wade's annoying jabbering and teases without being able to give him a piece of his mind. Because if he even dared to open his mouth it was game over and he was going to fucking lose it.

"So are you like one of those guys who are only ticklish around here...," Wade squeezed and massaged into his sides as an involuntary grin stretched across Logan's face while keeping his jaw clenched, "Or are you one of those head-to-toe ticklish kinda guys? I'm betting the latter."

While still keeping one hand digging into his side Deadpool now reached up to teasingly trace his fingers with a feather-light touch over Logan's ear and down his neck as the man wrenched his head away and scrunched up his shoulder to try to cover up that side of his head.

"Ooooh so sensitive. Am I going to have some fun with you. All we're missing is the sweet sound of your laughter. C'moooooooon just let it out already. You're not embarrassed of your laugh, are you? I'm sure it's wonderful. Don't be shy now, it's just the two of us here."

Every word that came out of Wade's mouth was slowly eating away at Logan's resolve along with his mental capacity to resist the laughter building up inside of him. Giving into Wade's demands was not high on his list of favorable activities, but he knew it was about to happen whether he wanted it to or not.

"You are one hard nut to crack, I'll give you that. But that's okay, it's just going to make breaking you even sweeter. Heheh, look how red your face is. You look like you're about to explode. I just need to find the right spot to poke that bubble and free you of your burden. Hmmm, I think I know where....," Wade smirked big time as he changed tactics to thrust his hands underneath Logan's arms and furiously tickle into his armpits.

The battle was finally over. Logan had fought for as long as he possibly could, but he just couldn't take it anymore. With Wade having honed in on one of his most sensitive areas he felt his lips make one last valiant effort to stay sealed as they trembled right before releasing his loud, pent-up outburst.

"HAHAHaahaha! AhahahahaStop! Stahahahap ihihhit!" Logan hollered as he managed to shove Wade's hands out of his pits, though they immediately latched onto his waist and dug right in. Wade was beyond pleased with this turn of events.

"Ahhhh there it is. And it's just as adorable as I imagined. See? Nothing to be embarrassed about," Wade's grin encompassed his whole face as he didn't let up and kept kneading his thumbs right above Logan's hips.

"I wahahahasn't embahahaharrassed, ya dehehehense fuhuhuhucking prihihihiiick! Gahahahahaa! Just didhihihidn't wahahahaha-wahant to gihihihive you the sss-satisfahahahaction!" Logan struggled to speak clearly through his laughter as he twisted and squirmed, trying to wriggle out from under the other man.

"Well mission failed, my little stud muffin. I can't believe you've been hiding your ticklishness from me all this time. Think of all the fun we're going to have together now!" Wade exclaimed with pure glee as he moved back up to the ribs now that he was receiving the reactions he wanted, making Logan cackle uncontrollably.

"Fuhuhuhuhuuuuck!! Okaahahahay! You gohohohohot meheheee! I'm tihihihicklish! Now fuhuhuhuhuhuck ohhohohoff!" Logan's hysterical proclamation was accompanied by a series of hard snorts, making Wade's face light up even more.

"You're a snorter?! Oh that's just so precious! How can you expect me to fuck off after hearing that?! Nononono, I think I will keep fucking on, thank you very much! Besides if I stop now then this will be the shortest tickle fic ever written!" He increased his speed, probing between every rib bone as he played his friend's sides like a ticklish piano.

Logan surprisingly laughed even harder, wheezing for air as he continued letting out a snort every few seconds with his burly arms pitifully clamped as tight as he could against his sides. Nothing was stopping the devilishly dexterous fingers of his hyper roommate though.

"Wihihihilsonaaahahahahah.......sssstooooohahahahahahooooop! I'll....I'll gihihihihive you ohohone lahahahast chaaa-EEEHEEHEEHeheheheheheeh!" Logan literally squealed much to his chagrin as he broke into high-pitched giggles with Wade switching spots to now claw mercilessly at his stomach and waist.

"Oh I've never heard a Wolverine squeal before. It's just the gift that keeps on giving. Definitely going to need that as my new ringtone. But hmmm, I think this could be better...," Wade mused as his fingers kept scratching over the buttons going down Logan's flannel shirt, no doubt hindering his tickling efforts if only a little.

In the next second he grabbed Logan's overshirt and pulled hard in opposite directions to pop all the buttons as the remote was finally freed and clattered to the floor. The mercenary smirked as he saw that Logan wasn't wearing anything underneath as his hairy, heavy-muscled torso was now on full display.

Logan was grateful that it had all stopped and the remote was now nowhere near him as he leaned his head back and tried to catch his breath.

"........Fuck......Okay.....You win you win. Just take the fucking thing.....and go ahead and watch your stupid ass shoHOHohOhOHOhoW! NAAAAHOHOHOHOOOOO!!"

Logan had thought it was over, but his momentary sparkle of hope vanished instantly as Wade paid the controller no mind and lunged for him again.

"Ahh yes, that's much better! Now I can really get my hands in here!" Wade smirked in delight with his fingers currently buried and wriggling into Logan's armpits while the feral man roared with deep belly laughs before fizzling into helpless wheezes.

"Ohoho you're very tickly here, aren't you? Bet you wish you would've chosen a safe word now, huh? Or not. Maybe you're enjoying this. Is that it? Don't lie to me now."

"I'm gohohohohonna fffffff-aaahahahhahahah.....fuhuhuhucking k-kihihihill yooooou!" Logan wheezed out as he weakly smacked at Wade's arms and haphazardly kicked his legs around.

"Awww don't be mean, peanut. I just can't get enough of the sound of your laugh. That's not a crime, is it?"

Logan couldn't remember having ever been tickled like this. It had been so long since he'd been this close to anybody, and his memory of such things was pretty fuzzy of anything that happened before his regrettable incident. After those events he'd become even more withdrawn and had fallen deep into depression from the unbearable guilt he felt, confident that he never deserved to be happy again.

And then this annoying little fucker appeared at that bar one day and dragged him on the wildest, most fucked up adventure he could ever recall being on. If at the beginning of all that someone had told him that Wade and he were going to become great friends then he would have laughed right in their face.

But it did happen, and Logan was taken-aback to finally be around someone again who actually cared about his well-being. Someone who wanted the best for him and to make sure that he knew that he mattered. Someone who wanted nothing more than for him to be happy.

And Deadpool was always trying to make him laugh. The look of genuine happiness on Wade's face was unmatched whenever one of his jokes managed to land and make Logan chuckle. The X-man seemed to smile a lot more these days, but laughing was still a rare occurrence for him, which is why Logan was so defensive against the tickling that was currently causing him to do so.

But could he say with complete honesty that he truly hated all this? The answer irked him a little bit because it was no, he didn't hate it, but he was conflicted because he still didn't think he should be allowed to feel pure joy again.

He felt that guilt come up again when he admitted to himself that laughing like this actually felt good. He didn't deserve to feel good. Ever. But obviously Wade had a difference of opinion on that. Wanting him to smile. Wanting him to laugh. Wanting him to let go of his guilt and be happy in this universe that undoubtedly wouldn't be here without him.

"Don't think I forgot about this little sweet spot!"

Wade brought him out of these thoughts rather quickly once he began scribbling all ten fingers over his taut, bare stomach as the Wolverine tossed his head back in howling laughter with his eyes squeezed shut and tears forming in the corners of them.

"Coochie coochie coo! Awwww wittle Wolvie is so ticklish! Yes, he is! Yes, he is!" The merc cooed playfully, knowing all these teases were key to breaking down Logan's mental barriers. And it was working as Logan finally stopped feeling sorry for himself and just gave into it all.

"W-Waaade nooooo! Aahahahahahaah! Cuhuhuhut it ohohhohout! Pleeheheheheeease!"

The merc cocked his head in amusement, having never heard Logan even come close to begging for anything before.

"Oooooh this really is a killer spot, isn't it? Is this rock-hard belly of yours the most ticklish of all? How ironic," Wade mused while absentmindedly squirming a finger down into his navel, making Logan buck strongly and shriek with unrestrained giggles.

"Shihihihiiiiit! Aaaheehehehehehee! Noohohohooot in thehehehere! Fohohor fuhuhuhucks saahaahaakeheehehehehehahahah-st-stoohahahahop tihihihickling! You're kihihhihillin' meheeheehee!"

Wade's stomach did a little somersault at how vulnerable Logan was now being with him. It was all he ever wanted was to see his friend let go of all his anger and self-loathing of the past and surrender himself to the present day.

Logan was laughing freely now. He wasn't grinding his teeth and trying to hold anything in anymore and he even stopped really fighting to get Wade off of him. His face and chest were flushed, tears running down his cheeks as he just laid there in a squirming heap with his wide-open mouth releasing endless peals of laughter and pleas for mercy.

In all honesty Wade didn't want to stop just so he could keep Logan in this state for as long as possible where he was freed from the prison of his own mind, though he knew that he'd have to let him go eventually. Still not quite this second.

"Stop? But I couldn't possibly! Look how happy it's making you! I'd be an asshole to rob you of that! Lucky for you I'm such a good friend, huh?! Tickletickletickletickle! Laugh it up, buddy!" He kept ruthlessly tickling his heaving belly while his other hand slid up to creep back into his armpit, rendering Logan into a powerless wheezing wreck.

"Nohohohooot fahahahaaair! Baahahhhahahaha! Wahahade pleeeease! I cahahahaa-cahahaan't tahahake anymohohohore! Uhuhuhuhuncle!"

Between Wade's unrelenting yapping and Logan's loud fits of laughter they both failed to hear the sound of the front doorknob rattling right before it opened and in walked Dopinder with several plastic bags of take-out in his hands.

"Hello? Your UberEats order is here, Mr. Logan. I've got your hot wings and your pizza rolls and your-AAAH!!" Dopinder let out a scream as he rounded the corner to find Wade straddling and feeling up a howling, red-faced and bare-chested Wolverine.

Upon hearing the terrified cry Wade immediately paused what he was doing as he looked back over his shoulder like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Uhh heeeey Dopinder. Ummm.....This isn't what it looks like.....," he had a guilty look on his face, but quickly revealed his facade as he broke into a devious grin, "Just fucking with you! It's totally what it looks like!"

"And-And what exactly does it look like?" The younger man dared to ask despite his better judgement.

"Well you see Dopinder when two men start living together they begin to develop these feelings; feelings that cause them to get these strong urges that they just can't ignore and-," Wade's tirade of nonsense was cut off as Logan took the opportunity to give him a hard shove and flip him over the back of the couch between pants for air

"Fucking idiot. Don't...freak out, kid. The asshole....was just ticklin' me...is all," Logan breathlessly grunted while moving to take a normal seated position on the couch as Wade then popped his head up from the back.

"That's what he wants to call it. Wanna get in on this action, Dopinder?"

"Oh uhh hehe, n-no thank you. I actually have some more deliveries to get finished. Ermm, next time perhaps," he stuttered nervously as he gingerly placed the food down onto the coffee table in front of them and began to make his exit from the apartment.

"Don't think I'm not holding you to that," Wade teased, making his former cab driver blush and dart out through the door as Wade chuckled and nudged Logan in the shoulder, "Hehehe, did you see how flustered he got? I'll bet he's even more ticklish than you are."

"Leave the kid alone, Wilson. You'd probably kill him. He doesn't have a healing factor like I do," Logan snorted, bunching up his shoulders as Wade lightly ran a finger across the back of his neck.

"Ohh I can be gentle if I want. But I'm pretty sure you're the kind of guy who likes it rough," Wade teased as he moved around to the front of the couch to sit next to the other man, surprised to hear Logan let out a low chuckle.

"Was that a laugh? Nice to see you finally start to appreciate my elite level of humor. Maybe I won't have to start with the daily tickle sessions after all."

Logan made a face at that and lifted his brow.

"Daily? Yeah fuck no, that ain't happening. Once in a while......fine. But I don't think I could take it every day," he mentally shivered thinking about what Wade just put him through.

"Tell you what, you start laughing a little more at my jokes and I'll consider it. But no fake laughing! Because I can tell the difference! Especially now that I know what your real laugh sounds like and let me tell you it's going to be hard for me to get enough of it," Wade experimentally grabbed his knee, giving it a firm squeeze and digging his fingers in around the kneecap as Logan instantly wheezed out a laugh and quickly wrenched the hand off of him.

"Alrihight! I get it! Promise I'll try!"

"I guess that's all I can ask of you. Of course I'm still making it my mission to find everywhere else you're ticklish, and what other really bad spots you have.....unless you just want to tell me," Wade suggested with a grin as Logan just smirked right back.

"Now where'd be the fun in that?"

"You know, you are so right, you smug little honey badger. I gotta say though I'm liking this mood you're in now."

"Well it's your fault. Ya tickled me so bad I couldn't even think straight. Seems like you pushed all the negative thoughts right outta my mind," Logan confessed as Wade began to reconsider his earlier promise.

"Is that so? Hmmm maybe those daily tickle sessions are a good idea after all...," Wade teased just to watch Logan squirm at the thought again.

"I don't think so, bub. Besides, look what ya did," he gestured to his wide-open shirt, pointing at all the areas missing buttons, "You ruined my favorite fucking shirt, dickhead."

"Hardly. You've got like twenty of the exact same one. That's all you ever wear," Wade was quick to point out as Logan just shrugged with a smile.

"So? What's your point?"

"My point is you're a walking fashion disaster. But okay, I'll try not to be so rough next time. We can do the gentle stuff if you prefer. So for research purposes can you tell me how you feel about feathers, hm?" He grinned as he saw Logan shift uneasily in his seat.

"You're gettin' a little crazy now, Wilson."

"Oh c'moooon, just imagine a nice, fluffy feather teasing that big ol' neck of yours.....circling your little tummy button....stroking the backs of your knees.....threading between all your toes....I can't imagine that your feet were spared of your adorable weakness."

"Wade...."

"Oooh! What about raspberries?! Those are fun! Bet it would drive you insane if I blew them on your belly. How about we test that out really quick?" Wade took a deep breath and started leaning towards him with his eyes locked onto his stomach.

"Alright cut it out!" Logan's hand caught him by the face and shoved him kind of hard, though couldn't stop himself from chuckling as he shook his head, "Fuckin' hell, you've seriously got a career in how to mentally torture a guy."

"At your service," Wade tipped an invisible hat as he then surveyed all the bags of food on the table in front of them, "So what did you order all of this for?"

"I told ya I was gonna watch the hockey game. Can't watch it without some proper snacks now," he reached into one of the bags and pulled out a tall can of beer as he popped the pull ring and took a long drink out of it while the other man began removing the take-out boxes.

"Chimichangas? Since when do you eat chimichangas?" Wade looked over at him questionably upon opening one of the containers as Logan gave him a half-smile.

"I got those for you, dumbass. Thought maybe you'd wanna hang out and watch the game with me."

Wade was left momentarily speechless, truly touched by Logan's unexpected gesture.

"Well.....yeah of course. I'd love to. But how come you didn't ask me earlier?"

"Didn't get a chance to because you started bein' an idiot and going off about some other stupid show....'Touched By An Asshole' or something. What kinda pervy ass show is that anywaahaahaays?" Logan giggled, rubbing at his ribs where Wade had now just indignantly poked him.

"It's 'Touched By An Angel', you disrespectful twat. And it's a national treasure. But besides the fact that I've seen every episode, I didn't really want to watch it. I was just trying to get a rise out of you. You seemed tense," Wade admitted as Logan only shrugged and sipped from his beer can.

"When am I not?"

"Umm...Right now. Honestly I haven't you seen this relaxed in.....ever. Even when you're drunk sometimes you're still pretty moody," Wade pointed out as Logan took it in and knew he was right. He'd literally been forced into laughing off all of the burdens that he had carried for many years. His mind currently free from all the adverse feelings and troubles that he'd been endlessly plagued.

The effects were likely not permanent but at least for the time being he felt good. Having to suffer through a vicious tickle attack to achieve that was more than worth it he decided.

"Hmph. Yeah. I guess you're right," a smile broke across Logan's face as he punched Wade in the shoulder, "Thanks asshole."

"Any time. And if you ever change your mind about the daily ticklings then I'm your guy," Wade was glowing from the actual genuine appreciation he'd just received from the normally cantankerous Wolverine.

"Heh. We'll see," Logan smirked as he bent over to pick up the remote off of the floor and turned on the television ahead of them, switching channels until he found the right one, "So do ya even like hockey?"

Wade nodded enthusiastically.

"Love it so much that I've never watched a game in my entire life," he said matter-of-factly before clapping his hands in excitement when he saw Dogpool trot into the room, patting the spot on the couch next to him as she jumped up.

Logan sighed as he handed his roommate a beer, realizing that the next few hours were going to be filled with Wade obnoxiously asking questions about every little thing that happened in the game. Though he couldn't help but smile as he watched the man-child start happily eating the chimichangas while simultaneously feeding little bits of them to his unusual looking dog.

Truth be told they all were an unusual bunch. Not just the three of them, but Blind Al, Peter, and Dopinder, to name a few. All these people that Wade had brought into his life and openly shared with him. Not to mention without Wade's intervention he never would have met Laura; someone he found he made a fast connection with and was now someone he cared deeply about.

Really Wade had rescued him that day. Rescued him from himself and gave him another reason to keep on living for. He felt his heart warm as he looked over at one of the side tables where Wade kept a framed photo of all of their friends; only now it was a new picture that included Logan, Laura and Mary Puppins in it.

Logan's smile grew as he reached over to pat the dog on the head before Wade made a whimpering noise and leaned his own head towards him to receive the same affection. He chuckled and obliged for a few moments before getting a wicked grin on his face as he snatched the hair piece off of Wade's head, prompting a momentary yelp of pain from the scarred man.

As the merc rubbed at his head while glaring over at him Logan found it impossible not to start laughing while jokingly dangling the toupee up in his hand. Wade then promptly broke into a smirk that told him he was dead, though even with that warning Logan made no attempt to escape.

Wade easily knocked him onto his back again to mercilessly tickle his sides while at the same time making the Wolverine shriek by blowing those promised raspberries into his stomach. And they tickled just as badly as Wade had said.

Yes, they were an unusual bunch, but they were his whole world now. And Logan was never going to let them down. Over his dead body.

#ticklish!wolverine #ticklish!logan #lee!wolverine #lee!logan #ler!deadpool #ler!wade #deadpool tickle #wolverine tickle #tickle fic

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i-write-things · 10 months ago

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Cuddle Spider

(Yan! Chrollo x Willing! Reader)

It is in human nature to seek warmth. Achieving homeostasis is a characteristic of all living things. When we are cold, we seek warmth, be it physically or emotionally.

Imagine being freezing outside, and right next to you is a fire. But you are not allowed to cuddle up to said fire. You can only admire. A mysterious force is holding you back from gratifying yourself with such a comfort.

That is you right now. You are the one freezing. The cold is a combination of it being winter, and the AC running too much for your liking. Even as you sit on the edge of the bed you feel no warmth. The fire is the very man sitting across from you in a chair, reading and unbothered by the temperatures. And the mysterious force is your conscious.

A part of you wants to cuddle up to him. You're well aware he would be willing to do so. He's not doing a hefty task currently. Even if he only wanted to continue reading, who could hold you and read. His heat would be certainly welcome. Not to mention, the feeling of safety that comes with being wrapped up in his arms.

However, you feel- no, you know this is wrong. This man, though charismatic, intelligent, and thoughtful in his own unique way, is a monster. He took you. Without your consent, he scooped you up and away. And while you no longer have to worry about taxes, morons for customers and coworkers, and feeling touch starved, it doesn't change the fact he is not a good person. He steals things that are considered to be national treasures for the sake of, not even riches nor status, but rather for the thrill of the swiping. And also for a second reason you couldn't quite decipher, though you have your interpretations as to what he meant.

Still. That wasn't even the worst of it. As you look at him now- his raven colored hair hanging over his forehead, covering up that mysterious tattoo and just barely dangling over his eyes. Enigmatic, deep stone colored eyes that carefully scan over the contents of the page that tells a tale of who knows what.- he acts so calm. He is calm, really. But how? After all he's done, the stealing of precious valuables, stealing of people, the mass murderings...You just can't seem to wrap around your head how he can sit here, so relaxed and at ease, all whilst knowing the atrocities he's committed.

And yet, despite this, you still feel that compelling urge to crawl into his lap. To get him to lay down on the bed you now share, and lay down on his chest, his muscular arms creating a safe haven for you. Is it real love you experience, or is it the succumbing to Stockholm Syndrome? The latter being the most likely choice in this scenario. You've been kept here for what you estimate to be about 9 or 10 months. Truthfully, you have no real idea, but this is simply your best guess, judging by the weather and seasons. Though, it feels more like a year or 2 than anything.

Stockholm Syndrome was doing funny things to you. It made you crave the touch of a man you should despise with all your might. You continue to stare and think deeper and deeper about this. Truly, you where the beauty and he was the beast. Although he was an alternate, more backwards version. He started off as the handsome prince, then revealed himself to be a beast.

You and Chrollo. Beauty and the best. You chuckle at the thought. A grave mistake to make while staring at the chap. His observant eyes picked up to you, and a small, amused smirk sneaks onto his face as well.

"What's so funny?" He asked charmingly, as if you had just giggled at a joke he made.

"I-Its...nothin'. Just um...just a dumb thought I had."

"Care to share?"

"As I said, it's pretty dumb. it wasn't even all that funny, really."

"Then what's holding you back from telling me. You seemed as carefree as the wind when you where staring at me a couple of moments ago." His mouth transformed from an amused smirk, to a smug grin. Jerk. Doesn't he know how pretty he looks when he does that? He probably does.

"I-..." Your words die on your tongue and go back down your throat. Of course he knew you where looking. He's Chrollo fucking Lucilfer, of all people.

You have a couple of options. You can compliment him. Distract his thoughts, but you know from experience he will take it, and not give you your reward of changing the subject. You could insult him. But...something tells you not to, and it isn't fear. Just a feeling that you don't want to. You could flip the tables, and ask him what he thinks it is, but he would turn it once more and back to you. He was crafty with his words like that. Lying would be fruitless, as he would know immediately. He knows all your ticks and give aways. Your only option is the truth, and hope he doesn't feel insulted.

"I was just thinking...this whole...thing. It reminds me of beauty and the beast."

"Assuming I'm the beast?" He raises an eyebrow. "and what whole thing are you referring to?"

"I just- Well, um. Okay, yes. in this situation, you are the beast. Or at least, a reverse version. You used to be the handsome prince, and now you're the beast. And the thing I was referring to is...y'know, the not letting me go, thing."

"Hm..." He watches you for a moment with those predatory eyes before speaking. "You thought I was the handsome prince. Though I have revealed my true colors, my looks haven't changed."

Jerk. Handsome jerk.

"Well, yes," You sigh, knowing exactly what he was suggesting. And, it was true. "You're looks haven't changed and...you maybe still are um...y'know. But that doesn't take away from the fact you're a beast."

"I'll take that as a compliment. The beast did anything he could for Belle, if I'm not mistaken. And she did fall for him at some point as well. Are you sure you're still Belle and I'm the beast in this whole 'thing', as you put it?"

"It's only Stockholm Syndrome." You scoff playfully, not being able to help the small smile as you cross your arms.

"Excuse me?"

"I said it was just- oh."

You realize your mistake. A very, very stupid one.

You just admitted you having fallen for him. And that stupid smug grin you so dearly want to either kiss or smack off his face isn't helping.

"L-look, okay, I admit-"

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He queries, going to sit beside you on the edge of the bed. His hand started to slowly creep up and down your bicep, causing goosebumps to wake in his touch. Something he felt and was aware of.

"B-because I...W-well.." You nervously spout, looking for any sort of out. You can't tell this...this psychopath your true feelings. Instead of saying something smug, he does something worse:

He waits patiently and silently as you dig yourself into a deeper whole. Of course, you could deny, deny, deny. But...the fire is so close. Despite the force holding you back....if you could only just...relent a little. Besides, you'd feel releived, wouldn't you? Like finally telling your childhood crush you like them while on the playground at recess. That's exactly what this is. You're both on the playground, and he is your silly little crush, and none of this will matter. That doesn't stop your hummingbird of a heart.

Taking in a deep breath, with a face radiating the warmth you wish you'd receive from Chrollo, you finally talk. "Look, I just...Ok. I'm not even sure if I should love you. I mean, yes, I do love you, and I do want to be held and I secretly enjoyed it everytime you held me at night these past couple weeks. I cannot deny the way my h-heart skips everytime your gorgeous eyes observe my every action. Though I find it creepy, I also find it very fascinating. But I still feel like this isn't right. You-You stole many things, killed many people, and outright took me. I just- I just feel like I'm not supposed to love you."

He stares at you quietly for a beat or two after. For a moment, you're afraid you babbled on too fast, and he'd make you repeat yourself. But that's dumb for two reasons. 1. he can see and move faster than you can comprehend. 2. he speaks up after.

"None of your situation calls for normal circumstances. In the world you live in right now, your options are limited."

"Yes, but...-" Your chin is lifted up with his index finger and now you face him. What a sappy, cliche move. It doesn't prevent the already prevalent blush on your face to increase, however.

"You don't have to feel a certain way just because society wouldn't be pleased with it. After all, society wouldn't be pleased about any of this. And yet, no matter what, this will happen, anyway. So why care? It's not as though society has tried to save you."

He raises a point. A fair one, at that. That, doubled with the fact you so badly want to crawl into his arms right now. Who is stopping you? No one has dared help you before. Why should you care?

"I can see the stirring in your mind. You know I'm right." He states. You nod quietly.

"Then, what are you going to do about it?"

After a moment of silence, you give in. You gently push him back down to lay on the bed. At first, his eyebrows raise in surprise. He didn't think he convinced you to go this fast. But his confusion is soon quelled with an answer as you lay down on him, cuddling up to him in a much more wholesome manner than he thought you would. His expression softens. As you lay your head on his chest and curl up to him, he wraps his warm, protective arms around you. The book and mysterious force now gone. It all had dissolved much like a weak resolute in a strong resolvent. He let's out a peaceful, happy sigh, and you follow suit.

"You know, I've known about how you felt for some time." He reveals.

...Honestly, you knew. You are well aware nothing gets passed him. You where only just saving yourself from the embarrassment of admitting, and from the force that had held you back for what felt like a year.

"I know," you sigh "I'm just glad I get to do this now. Is it....is it okay of we do it more often?"

He let's out a handsome chuckle "Of course, my dear. How can I say no to denying you of what you desire when it's something as simple and precious as this? I had a feeling you might like this. Before I took you away, you where quite the cuddle bug."

"Hmm....." You hum. "Cuddle spider." You correct, nuzzling his chest. This felt much better than just staring at him from afar.

"Yes," he chuckles, liking your little pun. "My cuddle spider."

#i write for you #chrollo #chrollo x reader #yandere chrollo #yandere chrollo x reader #writing for you #chrollo headcanon #Loosely proof read #probably a lot of mistakes #sorry if there is #chrollo x willing reader #yandere chrollo x Willing reader

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freakshowtwopointoh · 1 year ago

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Hi!! Can I request jealous Jordan li where reader is spending a lot of time with someone else, maybe for a school project or something and Jordan notices and is like, nope, not happening, this one's mine bc they're so in love with reader and want all of the attention

Whew, that was a lot, haha,

Thank you!!!!

*not sure if u want established partners or situationship w feelings or something else, but i think imma go with situationship bc thats always the vibe for jordan lol if u want more established relationship lmk*

Debate club was a sensible extracurricular, and you had been doing it since your school stopped having model UN in 9th grade. It wasn't your favorite thing in the world, but you liked to argue, so it worked out. This week, you were arguing the "for" case with your teammate for the semester, Blake Mathers. He's a grating sophomore with floppy hair, and telekinesis powers you've only seen him use to enable his own laziness. The head of the club was nice enough, but he was insistent on "teamwork" when you'd much rather write alone. It was exhausting, trying to filter your thoughts and opinions, and allowing others to shine was not your style.

You try to pay attention to what Blake was saying about the topic, but all you were thinking about was Jordan Li. Ever since you made out at one of Dusty's infamous parties, they had invaded your senses and your thoughts. They'd catch you staring during class, or you'd wear a tiny skirt to a party, and you'd end up in a closet, or a car, or a bedroom, all limbs and heavy breathing.

"Um, hello? Did you hear me?" You shake your head.

"Sorry. Say that again?"

"The argument we wrote yesterday. It's gone - my computer got fucked." Ah, crap. This is the second time Blake's stupidity has made you re-do work. You'd done some research at the start of the week, and he'd forgotten to mention the topic had been changed. You sigh.

"Well, fuck. Alright, let's go back to the library then." You turn around and start walking, trying not to show your disappointment. You'd been hoping to "run into" Jordan at the JitterBean - hence the tight-ass skinny jeans.

Waste of an outfit, you think bitterly, pushing open the glass doors and setting up at the table that you and Blake had been using to do your assignments. Thankfully you'd saved your notes from yesterday, so you began reconstructing your argument while Blake screwed off.

You weren't paying much attention to what he was doing until you saw him fucking with Justine. Now there's some bullying you can get behind. You giggle, and watch as he makes another paper airplane fly around her head. She glares over at him and storms out, which makes you laugh out loud. The librarian glares, and you exchange a guilty look with Blake before getting back into writing.

The afternoon goes by easily after that. You were vaguely aware of other students milling about or studying nearby, but you were in the zone. Finally, at almost 8, the argument was done, and you saved it in multiple places just in case.

You wave goodbye to Blake, happy that the session went reasonably ok and the work was done. Saturday's debate was going to be a blast.

"Have fun on your little date with Mathers?" Jordan was leaning against the outside wall of the library, expression unreadable.

"Is the infamous Jordan Li jealous?" Their eyes harden slightly.

"Not jealous, just lookin out for you. He's a moron." They begin walking beside you, not acknowledging how unhinged they were behaving. Just looking out for you? If they weren't so damn hot, you might slap them. But the fact that they were asking meant.... something, right? You ignored how that made your heart swoop and just kept walking.

"We have debate club together, and he keeps fucking shit up, that's all." You say, in spite of yourself. If you were smarter, you'd let them wonder what you were doing with him. But you couldn't keep from looking at them, and feeling disappointed you can't make out any relief in their eyes. But then, their arm is snaked around your waist and their lips are at your ear.

"You wear those skin fucking tight jeans to just study with him?" You grit your teeth, forcing your mouth to not say what you wanted so desperately to say: 'No, I wore them for you, and you're clearly the idiot if you can't tell that I am so wrapped around your finger that I will dress up just in case I see you.' and just roll your eyes instead. They let their hand slide from your waist to your back pocket, daring you to stop them. And of course you don't. With every inch their hand travels, your heart skips another beat. When they squeeze your ass ever so slightly, a whimper sneaks out before you can stop it.

And with that, you're being pressed against a tree and their lips are on your neck.

"Fuck, J." You curse as their teeth sink into your skin.

"You're mine, baby. Only mine." They murmur in your ear.

"Always have been." You say back, almost moaning as they continue their assault on your neck. They pull away at this.

"Yeah? That why you're spending all your time with Mathers and co instead of me, in such," They pause to run their hands on your hips, pulling you tight against them. "delicious clothes."

"I thought you weren't jealous." You murmur, sliding your hand up their back. "But I wore these, and what's underneath, for you and you alone. He's just a moron who's forced me to re-do my work twice this week alone."

"Oh, you poor baby. Let me take you up and make everyone hear who really owns you." You barely hold back a moan as they drag you up to your dorm to fulfill their promise.

#jordan li #gen v #gen v prime #jordan li x reader #gen v smut #gen v fic #jordan li imagine #request #reqs open

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boyinatown · 1 year ago

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Lookism men scenario’s smut

Scenario : Reader & the lookism dudes smut scenarios that just reminded me of them.

This was rushed . 😔

GUN

You prayed before you went to the man who was manspreading already on the couch you get on your knees and place your hands on his thighs.

He looks down at you, his dirty mind immediately knew what you wanted. Placing his hand on your head, and his cheek on his palm.

Smiling down at you he holds in his breath, only to let it out seeing you stand up. He looks at you confused as hell.

“ what, where you going? Hey, come back. Your in trouble now.”

He gets up laughing to his self as you ran away smiling proudly from the man shaking his head chasing you around the house.

Safe to say you slept sore and couldn’t move . You finished what you started. 💁🏽‍♀️

GOO

He was just minding his business looking at katanas online , humming when he found an interesting one to lost in his own world to notice you giggling.

After a while he felt something on his lap.

He looks up to you sitting there , facing him touching his buttoned blouse. Popping his buttons open and running your hands down his chest.

He has that stupid grin on his face and puts his phone down. You started moving on his lap making the blonde grip the seat. His head laying back hands underneath his head. Moving his hips up.

But after a while he noticed you stopped, you gave him a small kiss and got off. At least you tried, the moron grabbed your arm and tackled you into the couch. Tickling you.

“ why’d you try , huh? Huh answer me. I can’t even hear you, oh? Busy laughing that funny. Alright!”

He kept tickling you for a few minutes, and then looked down at his boner. He winks at you pointing at his pants.

Yep, you couldn’t talk properly and he’d make fun of you.

Dg / James lee

James was writing a script for his new song and you’d walk past. You gave him a small kiss and moved . Then you pretended to drop something to grab it back. But you were wearing incredibly revealing shorts . And you knew, you even rolled it under the desk and acted that you were struggling .

Dg knew , but he took advantage of course , slapping your ass. You looked back and he’d spread his legs on the chair raising his eyebrows flirty.

He closed his laptop and threw the papers away, making room of what was necessary.

SAMUEL

This hunk was busy minding his business cooking his food , you wanted to help out but he said no and insisted for you to go rest.

You had an idea to tease this man, so you wanted to move past him but brushed your ass against his crotch. Without having to look at him you knew he was enjoying it.

So you did it again pretending to grab a snack, but bending over pushing against his dick.

He couldn’t contain his self and shut off the fire, you tried to look up at him but his hands held your hips and you knew it was over. Accepting your fate you grabbed the kitchen counter and prepared for what was to come.

ELI

You and him argued , so you saw a tik tok of a girl wearing her bfs favourite clothing to bed. So you just wore his shirt without pants. You laid down on your shared bed and made sure your underwear/boxers were showing underneath the shirt.

Pretending you were on your phone watching something you notice Eli walking in but stopping in his tracks when he saw you on the bed.

He walks out for what seems like a moment , coming back to the room taking off his shirt and ruffling his hair. You look up at him confused but were answered with

“ yenna is with Sally, we have 2 hours. Forgive me? “

You just nodded and threw ur phone immediately away . You were actually glad you argued with him.

TAESOO MA

You and taesoo were in the forest camping. You didn’t even like nature and grew bored. But seeing your beloved taesoo sit next to you made it better.

Looking around you noticed you and him might be the only ones in the whole forest. Placing your hand on his thigh laying your head on his arm.

He looks down at your hand trying to fit his thigh then to your face , even if it was dark he knew what you wanted. Lucky for you he was turned on before you guys even set up the tent. Something about you two alone in the forest tensed him up.

He picked you up bridal style and went into the tent, and absolutely made your camping experience something to remember.

You yelled your lungs out that the people in ansan could hear you and him in the forests. ( poor Hudson )

JAKE KIM

Jake was always busy with Sinu, you found it adorable but you grew clingy . And you needed him in more ways possible.

You pleasured yourself since he wouldn’t even do that for you, huffing madly at him cursing him out .

The poor man was outside doing business for Sinu, or that is what you thought…

“ stupid Jake , uh..wont mhhhn even pleasure his partner.”

You were to busy cursing him out and moaning his name like your life depended on it to even notice he was watching you.

Walking towards you , his hands in his pockets just watching you finish ur session .

He grabbed your arm and you looked up at him , something about your tears in your eyes out of frustration and the red shade on your face made him lose his cool.

He locked the door and the rest is for you to imagine 🤷🏽‍♀️

#lookism smut #goo lookism #lookism gun #taesoo ma #lookism jake kim #dg lookism #samuel seo lookism #lookism scenarios #skull 🎸

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 1 year ago

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reader getting upset over a prank the boys pulled on her and boyfriend!remus trying to make it up to her

not sure how i feel about this one, but i started writing it thinking i was writing a blurb then it just spilled out; i hope you like it! it was a fun one

pairing: Remus x reader

word count: 1.5k (not proofread, sorry)

“Y/N?” Another knock. “Y/N, c’mon, love. Please open the door.” He’d been at it for a while, and you finally go to your door. You open it, flip him off, and shut it in his face again. “I get that you’re upset, okay? We messed up, but I swear we thought it would only last a few minutes!” You open the door again, glaring at him, and make an aggressive shooing gesture. You’re shutting it again, but Remus puts his foot in the door to jam it. “Hey, sweetheart, c’mon, let me just talk to you, okay?” He looks like he’s approaching a feral animal as he scoots his way into the room with his hands up. With how angry you are, he might as well be.

You stomp over to your desk and write something on your notebook. You hold it up for him, and it reads, I CAN’T talk you moron!

He chuckles. Bad idea — if your seething glare could kill him, it would. You throw the notebook back on the desk, stomp over to him, and attempt to push him out your door. He’s much stronger than you, and though he lets you jostle him, he doesn’t leave. “I’m sorry; I’m sorry; I’m sorry. I shouldn’t’ve laughed, lovely. I’m sorry,” he rushes. You stop trying to push him over the threshold.

“We had an oral exam in Herbology today, you complete arsehole!” you yell at him, and —you’d been holding out hope that it wouldn’t — but your voice comes out just as high and squeaky as it had been all day. You sound completely ridiculous, like you’d just inhaled unreasonable amounts of helium. It makes sounding angry impossible, and you can tell Remus is fighting back a laugh. Not being taken seriously when you’re so upset drives you even further into your rage. You groan frustratedly, and worse, you do something you tend to do when you’re angry: start crying. You cover your face and turn away from him. “Fuck. Hey, don’t cry, love.” He comes toward you and puts his hands on your shoulders.

You push him away and snap, whispering this time in the hopes of sounding less silly (you don’t), “I’m not sad; I’m angry, okay? And you’re stupid prank doesn’t even let me show you that! You ruined my exam, Remus! And I’d been so nervous about it; you know how hard I worked to prepare for it! But how could she take me seriously sounding like this? And I kept getting flustered by and it and, and,” you start breaking down, and now you are crying from both anger and sadness.

“I’m sorry. I’m a complete idiot,” Remus says, and your head snaps up at him at hearing this — he sounds like you. You just stare at him in shock. “Wow. I sound ridiculous,” he giggles. “What the fuck, Rem?” He holds up a little empty vial. “We’re in it together now, love. As long as you sound like this, so do I,” he informs you with a silly determination. You give him a little shove. “Remus! That doesn’t fix anything!” “Yes, well… I’m working on that.”

“What?” “You’ll see,” he says. Then, “I hope,” more softly. You’re staring confusedly at him. “Okay, what do you want me to do? Come up with the most embarrassing thing, and I’ll do it. Who should I talk to sounding like this? McGonagall? The entire Great Hall? I think most people are still at dinner. Take your pick, Y/N, and I’ll go make an arse out of myself.” “You’ve already made an arse out of yourself,” you say, the edge in your voice softening. Remus notices, and he clings to the signs of your letting him in again. “Yes, well, being in love will do that, you know? I just love you so much.” “Save it,” you say, rolling your eyes. “It was worth a shot,” he concedes, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “And I do. Love you, I mean. Even though I’m an arse.” “Hm,” is all you give him in response, but your lip is quirking slightly. He ventures a step toward you, and you let him.

“I really am sorry, Y/N. We should’ve been more careful.” You glare at him. “Okay, okay,” he holds his hands up in surrender at your look, understanding immediately. “Okay, we shouldn’t’ve done it at all.” You nod. He adds in a whisper, “to you..” You try to glare at him at this, but you can’t help finding it a bit funny, and you snort mid-glare. He gives a full laugh, and taking his chances at your thawing demeanour, wraps you in a big hug. You groan but don’t pull away. “I’m sorry, lovely,” he says into your hair, placing a kiss there. “I’ll fix it; I promise.” You pull back to look at him, but don’t move completely out of his embrace.

“How?”

“Well, I have my two best guys on that as we speak,” he offers with a mock-seriousness that sounds hilarious in his current voice, making you chuckle. “What are those two idiots doing?” “What I told them to,” he says with fake-authority. “Mhm. And why aren’t you fixing it yourself?” “Because.” He gives you a squeeze. “I had the most important — and dangerous — job of the three: apologizing and comforting you.” “Well, you’re not doing a great job,” you respond, but there’s a lightness to your voice that wasn’t there before. “How can I make it up to you?” You shake your head and sigh a sigh of defeat.

“Dunno,” you whisper. “Can you take go back in time and not do it at all?” “‘Fraid not.” “Then there’s not much you can do.” You shift out of his arms and go sit on the edge of your bed. He follows and wraps an arm around you, rubbing your arm soothingly. He looks behind him at your bedside table and reaches over to it then settles back in next to you. You notice he’s grabbed the novel you’re in the middle of. He opens it and starts reading to you. It sounds absolutely ridiculous, and you’re laughing before you can stop yourself. He looks over at you with the warmest smile, seeing you a bit happier melting him.

“I think I make it sound quite cool, actually.”

“Oh, you do, do you?” you snark. “You sound absurd.” But you’re smiling subtly and leaning into him. He reads a couple more paragraphs, and you finally stop him, closing the book in his lap. “Okay, okay, stop, Lupin. You’re going to ruin it.”

“I thought you liked it when I read to you?” “Because I like the sound of your voice, you idiot. Your normal voice. This… this is the opposite of soothing.”

“Fair enough,” he laughs. “I like the sound of your voice no matter what you sound like.” You squint at him like you don’t buy it. “I mean, your usual voice is a bit sexier than this, but hey, I’m sure I can make this work, too, if I need to, in the heat of the moment.” He jokingly runs his hand up your thigh, and you shove him away with an eye roll. He keeps laughing and reaches for your hand. When you let him hold it, he brings it to his lips and kisses the back of it.

Just then, the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs makes you look up. Sirius and James rush into your room. They both seem a little out of breath. Remus stands up, not letting go of your hand, and asks them, “Well?” At the sound of his voice, both boys crack up.

“Keep it together, you idiots! How did it go?” Remus urges them, but he’s laughing too at the sound of himself. James tosses him a little vial, and Sirius offers a self-satisfied smirk.

“That,” James says, pointing at the vial, “ought to undo it immediately.” “And,” Sirius continues seamlessly, “Professor Sprout —thanks to my unbelievable charm — ” all three of you glare at him, “and Remus’s offer to help her sift the fertilizer this weekend,” he adds in a quick whisper at which Remus can’t help but wince, “has agreed to let you retake the exam tomorrow.” You jump up eagerly, squeezing Remus’s hand, your eyes wide in excitement.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” you say, and when James and Sirius start laughing at the sound of it, you join them. Seeing your reaction, Remus lets himself laugh too.

Still giggly, you grab the serum from Remus and unceremoniously swig down half.

“The three of you are idiots,” you try, and unlike your voice, the squeal of excitement that comes out of you is high-pitched and piercing. You’re back to normal. Remus reaches for the vial, but you snatch it further from him and put it behind your back.

“Uh-uh, lover boy. You’re going to have to earn this.”

You give him a cruel smirk, and over the sound of James and Sirius’ increased laughter, you hear his defeated but still hilarious voice say, “Fair enough, love.”

P.S. i know sprout was probably after their time, but whatever

#remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin oneshot #remus x reader #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders fanfic #sirius black #james potter

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lexsssu · 11 months ago

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Soft (Vergil)

TAGS: Vergil/Dragoness!reader, smut, breeding, pregnancy, heats/ruts, oneshot Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

“Moooooommm, my hair’s already okay as it is. You don’t have to keep grooming it!”

“Hush, darling. Mother knows best and if I say that your hair needs to be groomed then it means that it needs to be groomed. Now, stay still and let Mama fix you up~”

Nero grumbled and pouted, but simply allowed himself to become limp in your grasp as you combed his snowy locks for him, a bright red blush lighting up his cheeks that were yet another feature he’d inherited from his father. To be honest, Nero took mostly after Vergil in terms of looks, but he was definitely more expressive than your mate.

“...’m not a lil kid anymore…”

“Regardless of how old you are, you will always be a child in my eyes, Nero. I bore you into this world with my body and nothing can ever change the bond between a mother and her child” You smile and nuzzle the top of the young man’s head, inhaling his scent while bathing him in your own, draconic instincts, particularly your maternal ones, overflowing as you carried another babe within your belly.

“...Just let your mother be, Nero. Once your new sibling is born she won’t be babying you anymore,” said Vergil eloquently as he sat on his favorite armchair, reading through a well-worn poetry book and looking like painting straight out of a Victorian-era portrait.

“Your father is just teasing you. You’ll always be Mama’s darling boy~” You giggle and place a kiss on your son’s forehead, watching gleefully as his cheeks turn an even deeper red from your affections.

Though seemingly minding his own business, Vergil always had his eye on you both even as he read the ever so familiar words upon the inked pages. There is a softness in the blue of his eyes that is hidden from the world outside of your cozy little home.

A softness that is reserved only for you, his mate, and all your offspring...and maybe Dante when the devil hunter wasn’t being an absolute insufferable moron.

It’s amazing how meeting you had allowed him to see the world in a different light. To rediscover parts of himself that he’d long thought to have died off on the night his entire life had changed forever and molded him into a man fraught with only the ambition for power.

He could still remember that moment so clearly, as if it happened just yesterday...

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“Do you need some help? You looked like you had quite the fall from so high up…”

The eldest son of Sparda blinked, a rare look of incredulity on his normally impassive face as he stared at the small hand being held out to him and the young woman who owned it.

Mundus’ grotesque form lay upon the blood red ground, a mass of flesh with hundreds of hands sticking out of him that would have struck fear in the hearts of most living and undead creatures. However, the Prince of Darkness was obviously deceased as he lay immobile, gaping wounds and terrible gashes littering his foul body as if his opponent had just tore through him without mercy.

“...Do you know that thing? It kept yapping ever since I dropped in here kinda like how you did and well...I just wasn’t really in the mood to deal with the monologues so I took him out of his misery,” you chuckle at the young man’s astonished expression, quite liking how expressive his reactions were despite having only just met him.

“So ummm...do you wanna go to the throne room with me? That thing’s lackeys said that I should sit on the throne to make my rule as their new boss ‘official’ and well, I dunno about you but any place is better than kneeling on the wet ground”

Still flustered with the turn of events, Vergil could only wordlessly nod and before he could get up on his own, you grasp his free hand and pull him up with surprising strength.

“Great! Since you’re new here too, we both can get a tour of the place!”

The katana-wielder would have normally pulled his hand back by now in disgust and or disdain, but strangely enough he didn’t mind how your utterly warm and soft hand clutched his own. Your hand is so small that he could easily cover it if he took the initiative to do so, but he found himself both reluctant to move and content with...whatever this was.

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“Darling, please...fuck me open. Mate me. Breed me…!” You whine and whimper as you sway your hips tantalizingly, looking back at Vergil who’d activated his Sin Devil Trigger form with complete want and adoration. Everything about his current form aroused your most primal side, wanting nothing more than to have him fuck you until were bow-legged and undeniably swollen with his potent seed.

Though he couldn’t speak up in this form, the low grunts and the way his scaled hands took handfuls of your backside as he pressed his equally demonic-looking cock into your weeping slit had you keening and sighing as he sunk its entire length in one thrust.

As Vergil had his way with your equally enthusiastic self, you couldn’t help but smile stupidly as thoughts of the future filled your mind. Specifically, the pitter-patter of little feet that would undeniably become an absolute reality soon enough, especially as you feel the base of your mate’s cock inflating in order to lock himself inside your willing cunt.

You always did like the name Nero...

#lexsssu writes #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #vergil x reader #devil may cry vergil x reader #dmc vergil x reader #dmc vergil #vergil x you #vergil x y/n #dmc x reader #crossposted on ao3

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roadkillremi · 1 year ago

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I'm not sure if you're taking requests rn but if you are i have one for randy. can you do one where the group is sitting at the fountain and stu keeps making fun of randy for something and he gets insecure and reader comforts him after?

I am! Thank you for being considerate! Of course! Soft boy Randy is so cute. (It's a bit short sorry)

Not Perfectly Perfect

Randy Meeks X Gn! Reader

MasterList

Warnings : language, mentions Sex, mentions "gay cancer" (Aids), Mentions humping a pillow, Mentions Billy's mom leaving.

Summary : The ask above, but pre-established relationship with Randy.

Randy rested his head on your shoulder while you tried to steal Tatum's chips. He hasn't been sleeping well and been dozing off all day. His arms lazily wrapped around your hips. Despite the hot weather you stayed still for him letting him cuddle you. You took more of Tatum's chips, she smacked your hand.

"You're as bad as Randy!" Tatum fussed, you gasped playfully. Eating one of the chips you stole, you grabbed the other and held it close to Randy.

"Want a chip, baby?" You whispered softly. He kept his eyes closed and opened his mouth for the chip. You fed him the chip and went back to teasing Tatum.

"Listen, I love your.. style but what about something else like..."

"I'm not interested in wearing a tight skirt that's denim-" you gave Tatum a playful look. She smirked, "I bet Randy would enjoy it.". Randy grunted, you rolled your eyes, Sidney sat down by Tatum.

"Is Randy okay?" She asked, opening a ziplock of food. You rubbed his arm softly, "Yeah he's just tired, maybe if he didn't watch movies all night. Or call me at 3am!" You teased. Randy again grunted digging his face deeper into your shoulder. Stu and Billy soon walked out joining their girlfriends.

"What's up with the, nerd?" Stu asked.

"He didn't Sleep well." Tatum said before kissing Stus cheek. Stu scoffed, "Probably from masturbating all night..".

"Seriously?!" You snapped at Stu. He smiled, "What?! We all do it!". You rolled your eyes, "You're disgusting." You added.

"Yeah Stu they haven't had sex yet." Billy smirked. Sidney gave Billy a look, you rolled your eyes.

"You two are sick!" You yelled. Randy huffed sitting up, "He's alive!" Stu laughed mocking Frankenstein.

"Thanks dipshits" Randy mumbled. Stu smiled proudly at him. Randy pulled you closer to him as a shield from them. Billy tilted his head towards Randy.

"Why haven't you two had sex?" Billy asked.

"Billy come on..." Sidney whispered. You took a deep breath, "Just hasn't been the right time yet.".

"Or is it cause he has a small penis?" Stu asked. Randy huffed, "Stu!" Tatum yelled.

"We were all thinking it!" He yelled. Billy leaned towards leaning on his knees.

"Randy are you scared?"

"I'm not scared, moron." Randy said giving him a look. Billy smirked, "Uh-huh.".

"I bet he has the gay cancer!" Stu laughed.

"Stu stop!" Tatum hit his arm. You huffed, "That's so idiotic! There's no such thing as Gay cancer Nimrod!".

"Ooo someone's mad!" Stu giggled.

"Randy do you still hump your pillow like a small mut of a dog?" Billy asked tilting his head.

"No, Loomis! Listen I stop reflecting your mommy issues on to me, okay? It's not very attractive." Randy smiled. Billy got up grabbing Randy by the collar of his shirt.

"Billy let him go."

"No no. He wants to act like a bitch so I'll treat him like one." Billy pulled Randy closer to his face.

"You're a fuckrag Billy Loomis! No wonder your mother left you-" you spat walking after Randy. You looked through the halls for Randy. You went into the library finding him sitting in an book aisle.

"Listen, Meeks I'm tired of your little shit. You're to small skinny to do anything. Always have to have your partner stand up for you, it's pathetic. You're pathetic. I'll beat your ass and you know I will. You're too insecure to have sex, scared you won't please them? Hm?" Billy smiled to himself dropping Randy. Randy stomped into the school, Stu laughed high fiving Billy. You stood up grabbing your bookbag and Randy's bag.

"Hey, Randy." You sat beside him. You kissed his cheek, "Don't listen to Billy, okay?".

"He just pisses me off-" he mumbled. You nodded, "I know. But hes wrong. We haven't had sex because I'm too scared, you know this.". You leaned your head on Randy's shoulder.

"I kinda said no wonder his mom left him so we're not safe back out there." You awkwardly laughed. Randy wrapped his arm around you, "Thanks.".

"There's no reason to thank me." You whispered. You wrapped your arms around his torso.

"i can always beat up, Billy for you." You smiled. Randy smiled back, "Okay, tell me how that goes.".

"But seriously, he's a dick. Both of them are. I understand why you're upset, but I love you the way you are.." you smiled. He gave you a quick kiss, "I love you too.".

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slutforsnow · 10 months ago

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His Sunflower

CHAPTER 6 BABY

I'm on a roll 🕺

Tw/CW: drugging, sexual implications, mentions of violence, murder mention, scars, blackout, vomit

On the way to Clemensia's party, Sunni kept the tension in the car light by rambling about whatever was running through her pretty little head. Talking about anything from art, to video games, to food. Sej and Coryo didn't mind, as it kept them distracted. They occasionally engaged in conversation with Sunni, only to quickly stop when Festus interjected.

Coryo's eyes were staring into the back of Festus' head, and if looks could kill Festus would've dropped dead the first moment he saw him after Sunni revealed they were together.

When the group arrived and Festus parked his car, he led Sunni into Clemensia's estate, where she stared up in awe, talking excitedly while Festus had a hand on waist. Sej and Coryo got out of the car, glaring at Festus.

"I brought my pocket knife, so if I need to, just let me know," Coryo mumbled to Sej as they walked up the steps, earning a hit to the chest.

"No!" He hissed, earning an eye roll from the blonde. "No murder again! The judge let you off the first time because you hadn't been diagnosed with I.E.D. yet and you were ordered to get court-mandaged therapy!"

"Damn, Sejanus, you're no fun," He grumbled as the two followed Festus and Sunni inside.

Inside of the estate, there were hundreds of students talking, dancing, some drinking alcohol, others doing drugs to let loose, making out, or doing whatever else. The lights were blinding and changing between a bunch of different colours as all kinds of music artists played on the speakers.

Sunni was eating a sugar cookie by Festus near a wall, trying not to feel uncomfortable by everyone else doing things she was taught not to do.

"It's kind weird... seeing everyone drinking alcohol," She whispered to Festus, finishing her sugar cookie.

"Oh, come on, baby, it's fine. C'mon it'll be fun," Festus encouraged, pouring Sunni a cup of whiskey. She shook her head, covering her nose with her hand.

"Nuh-uh, I refuse to try and drink until I'm 21," She refused, earning an exasperated groan from him. He downed what he poured, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever."

An hour passed, and by then, Sunni was in the middle of the dance floor, giggling up a storm as Festus had his hands a little too low on her as they danced to some popular song. His hands danced on her hips, and he was murmuring soft nothings in her ear that were lost on her due to the music.

Sunni was leaning into his touch, laughing and tossing her head back into his touch, feeling his thing against her back.

Sejanus and Coryo hated the sight as they mingled with the crowd. They had everything set up, and soon, it would be known to the entire grade what Festus was really like behind all that fucking charm and flirtatious attempts.

Then it happened.

The lights turned on, and Sunni was covered in a bunch of different foods. Then laughter erupted.

Sunni felt tears erupt in her eyes.

"And, THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is how you embarrass a naive little bitch!" A loud voice boomed in the room which was followed by laughter.

Sunni brought a hand up to her head as she felt two pairs of hands pulled her up. She blinked a few time, trying to focus on Festus.

"Fes..? Why did you do that?" She asked, not realizing tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Oh, because I can! I had to embarrass you and your pathetic District mind!!" He replied, grinning maliciously.

"Why?" She asked stumbling, and feeling a familiar warmth embrace her.

"Because I can't believe how stupid you were to believe that I love you!!"

"You... you don't...?" She asked. Sunni started to cry harder. How could she be so stupid? Why didn't she believe Sejanus? Why hadn't she trusted him?

"No, you fucking moron!"

Sunni started getting dizzy and she felt sick. She placed a hand on her stomach, feeling warm until vomit spewed from her face, earning groans of disgust from their classmates.

The next morning, Sunni groaned feeling the sun's rays on her face. She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes slowly scanning around the room. She was home?

She blinked a few more time, focusing on the figure who was seemingly asleep in a chair next to her bed.

"Cori...?" She mumbled, furrowing her brows a tad.

"Mornin', Sunshine," Coryo greeted, opening his eyes and sitting up. He reached over, brushing a lock of hair out of her sleepy face. She smiled a little at his touch, leaning into him. She was usually always warm, so his cold touch was a nice change to have against her body.

"Wha' happened...?" She asked. He grimaced, the events of last night came flooding back. Sunni's eyes soon noticed the bandages on Coryo's hands.

"Coryo, your hands-"

"I'll be fine, princess. You rest up, I'll go let Sej know you're awake and we'll bring you breakfast before we tell you what happened last night," He told her, gently cupping her face in his hand.

"Okay."

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loakismine · 2 years ago

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Fmokx

(Means jealousy in Na’vi)

Pairings: Lo’ak x Metkayina!Reader

Summary: Lo’ak gets jealous when someone touches what’s his.

Warnings: Fighting, Blood, Jealousy, and Fluff at the end:)

Word count: 1,032

“Can you believe she didn’t even think to invite me?!” Kiri cringed and facepalmed herself at her brothers loudness all while they hid behind the massive trees and shrubs. “Could you be any louder Lo’ak?” Kiri whisper yelled and Lo’ak hissed at her but was soon hushed by Kiri’s hand landing on his mouth he saw what she kept eyeing, turning to look it was you and the group walking towards the reef together. His eyes lingered on your body as you walked along with your older sister Tysireya. Beginning to get up he was pulled back down by his sister who gave him a warning look. “Don’t Lo’ak.” Huffing he crouched back down and waited for everybody to leave.

Tysireya tugged on your arm as the rest ran towards the Ilu pen. Ao’nung had the astounding idea to race the Ilu back and forth, and in all honesty you thought that was one of the stupidest ideas that moron has ever thought of so you decided to sit out on this one. Ao’nung said you were weak as he got onto the Ilu he took from the pen getting ready to go against his opponent Rotxo. Another boy from the clan raised his teal skinned arms up and dropped them commencing the race. Rotxo took the lead and laughed as Ao’nung was far behind, at a turn Ao’nung took the lead this time, and took the win as Rotxo got tossed into the shallow water. Sitting up he had a head full of wet sand.

You threw your head back from the laughter that erupted from your tummy as Rotxo sneered at you. He took a seat next to you as Tysireya and Neteyam readied themselves to race next. Neteyam pulled all his hair back with a weaved sea grass tie you had made him. Tysireya looked back at you with a huge grin spread across her face. Neteyam also looked back and gave you a wink which he’s never done before, but not in a flirty way since you know he has had feelings for Tysireya since he first arrived here. You gave him a thumbs up as Ao’nung dropped his arms and Neteyam launched off like he was riding a skimwing! You were quite surprised by him considering the fact that he hasn’t really been on Ilu’s much at all.

His yells could be heard from miles and miles as he turned and head for the finish line where Ao’nung stood. Tysireya was far behind him when he took the win. “Good job Neteyam!” You said as you gave him a high-five and gave your sister a small giggle. She was clearly bothered by not winning and getting beat by a newcomer. Walking back to your spot you saw Ao’nung prepare the next Ilu to be rode across the water, taking a seat a boy from your own clan approached you. “How about we go at it?” He said as he rubbed sand off his arm, nodding you nicely declined his offer. He rolled his eyes and bent down to ask yet again only this time he took your arm and pulled at it.

“I said no, I’m fine.” You stood your ground but you weren’t his size and neither compared to his strength when he dragged you across the sand towards the water. Trying to push yourself back from his grip and in the action he let go causing you to fall straight to your ass. Looking up from your position you noticed everybody laughing at the state you were in. The boy laughed in sync with them too. “Hey!” An all too familiar voice yelled from in the distance. Lo’ak was approaching you with an angry look on his face. “What part of no don’t you understand?!” He asked the boy who smirked in his face. He turned to look at the rest as if they’d help him.

“What you gonna do about it? Freak.” The boy asked with a cocky attitude as you stood up to wipe the sand off your bottom. Lo’ak got all up in his face and he turned to you. “This.” He turned and got a good face shot making the boy crouch down and got yet another shot on the same side of his face. Groaning he fell to the water and gave Lo’ak the blankest stare one could give as he drowned himself in embarrassment. “Don’t ever touch my girl again.” Lo’ak spoke loud for almost the whole village to hear your secret that had been kept between the both of you.

He grabbed your hand and walked away with you to the marui pods. “Lo’ak what is wrong with you?” “I didn’t like that guy touching you the way the he was.” He said simply as you sat him down and looked at his bloody knuckles, tsking him you grabbed a wet cloth and dabbed on each knuckle. “Lo’ak you need to not be jealous and I can handle myself.” His brows furrowed at your words. “You couldn’t even get him off you!” He fought back trying to win this argument like any other argument you’ve ever had with him, he looked and thought about things to say to try and come back at you again before you could even answer him. He was a very defectible person and you knew when he would try and find something else to argue in about. Sighing you cupped his cheek and his ears twitched up, “Look if this is about me not inviting you, im sorry Lo’ak. But I thought you were with Kiri.” You explained and the once angry eyes on Lo’ak turned into sorry widened eyes. “No im sorry for getting all jealous.” Lo’ak said as he kissed your palm. You liked when he did that because it was something you started whenever they called him a freak. You liked the fact that he was different and kissing his hand was a way of showing that you saw him for him. Grinning you kissed his nose, “Just know that your my jealous boy.” You gave him a big fat kiss on his cheek and he pulled away, “And your my girl.”

THIS IS A SHORT ONE AND ITS KIND OF RUSHED IN THE MIDDLE IM SORRY GUYS!!😔 Send requests if you’d like to inspire me and want me to write something you guys would like!!:))

#avatar 2 #avatar #atwow loak #lo’ak sully #neteyam #lo’ak x reader #jealosy #jealous!Lo’ak #jake sully

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intheticklecloset · 1 year ago

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Hi! I thought I would throw my hat in the ring for the coffee shots. I would like to request deku and hips for it? Just thought it would be silly as it’s almost his birthday :3. Have a good day!

Deku’s obnoxious yellow All Might shirt was falling up – yes, up – his chest and he was frantically trying to push it back down, but it was hard when a certain angry blonde kept jabbing his waistline.

“Kacchan, stohohohooop,” he whined, green hair brushing the carpet of the floor, face flushed from his awkward positioning.

Bakugou snorted, continuing to poke and prod at his bare skin. “Don’t pretend you aren’t having the time of your life, moron.”

Deku opened his mouth to pretend to argue, but what came out of him was a stream of giggles rather than words. He shot his arms up to protect himself, making his shirt fall all over again. Two single fingers dug into his hips slowly but relentlessly. The shockwaves of ticklishness were already unbearable, and they had only barely started!

“See? You’re cackling like a clown. You obviously love this.” Bakugou kept up his wiggling with ease, watching Deku squirm with a satisfaction he wasn’t even trying to disguise. “Tickle, tickle, little nerd.”

“Dohohohohohohon’t!” Deku squealed, arching his back as much as he could while upside-down, hands flailing uselessly.

“Don’t what?”

“Cahahahahall me thahahahahat!”

“Oh? You like being called a little nerd, huh?” The blonde smirked through Deku’s chorus of “nononono!” and teased, “Little Deku just loves being tickled riiiight here, doesn’t he? Your smile says it all. Shaking your head like that won’t make me stop, little nerd.”

Deku was losing his mind. It was only two fingers, but they were so steadily tickling his worst spot and the teasing was making him desperate for it to – “Stohohohohohohohop!”

“Why should I?”

“It tihihihihihihihickles, Kacchahahahahahan!”

Bakugou scoffed, switching to two fingers on each side and vibrating them now. “You’ll have to come up with something more convincing than that, little nerd. Oh? Does this bother you? Tickles a lot more now, huh, ticklish little Deku?”

Deku couldn’t help the way his frantic giggling shifted into full belly laughter at the change in technique, but despite all his protests, he knew his friend was right. He really was having the time of his life.

He always did when Bakugou decided to be playful with him.

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #mha #bnha #deku #bakugou #omg i totally forgot deku's birthday is coming up #thanks for reminding me anon!#this was cute and fun to write ^^

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yukii0nna · 3 months ago

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Babysitting

Thank @insomniac-jay for this one

"So, we're babysitting Sera's children for the day?"

"Yep! She had a photoshoot and since I have an off day and you have a day off, I volunteered us for the job" Alici smiled with her signature grin. She was holding Nyx in her arms, gently rocking her arm.

Eric looked at the babies. They each had Sera's likenesses with someone else he couldn't put a pin on. They were pretty cute too and he didn't mind doing Sera a favor. He did have one question.

"What about the...you know?" He pointed to his lucky earring to make a point. Alici rolled her eyes at him.

"I already put that stuff away. I'm not a moron, you know. Also take that out and hide it! They could touch it." He took out his earring and put it into his drawer. She put Nyx back in her carrier with her siblings. Alici just kept cooing at them. She was clearly charmed with the triplets. "Besides, we're basically their aunt and uncle, big bro. You don't want to disappoint them. Isn't that right, Damo?" She was holding Damo, ticking his belly. He giggled as she did.

"See?"

"Okay, I'll try. But I can't promise anything."

"Peekaboo!"

Herema and Damo giggled at the game, clapping as she did. They then started to yawn. They were cute

"Hey sis, how is Nyx doing? It might be their nap time".

Alici giggled while holding Nyx. "Can't promise anything huh?"

"It was a reasonable concern and you know it." Eric pointed out bluntly.

"Yeah, yeah"

"whatever, let's just get them to sleep."

As they put them down for a nap, Alici began to search for something to read for them."Did Sera leave any books for them?"

"There's one but it's Vietnamese, unfortunately. So plan b?"

"Remember that tune you sang to me back then?"

"Yeah?" It took a minute to figure out what she was implying.

"Come on bro"Alici pleaded, "it could help them". He somehow got the quadruple puppy dog eyes. Those that could break lesser men. At that he relented.

"I can sing this song I heard a while back"

"Works for me!"

He sat down, remembered the song so clearly despite having not heard it in a while. It was from the first cartoon he saw. He sang with a little smile on his face.

"It worked" Alici whispered. She couldn't help but smile. She made sure not to disturb the babies from their sleep.

"They're such angels."

Eric simply nodded.

"Thanks for babysitting guys" Sera was carefully putting the twins in the car so as not to wake them.

"No sweat Ser. If you ever need one again, you know who to call" Alici winked

"Sure there's nothing you want in return"

"Just keep safe, Sera." Eric replied.

#oc: seraphine #moots ocs #alici scarlet

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the-character-lounge · 1 year ago

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Sing with me kiddo! Chin up~ Chin up~ Put a little laughter in your eyes! Brave it~ Save it~ Even though you're feeling otherwise! Pahahahahahaa! Isn't singing fun!~

Spinel has a PTSD panic attack

Randy kissed his cheek and giggled. “Al- Alright alright.. I w- won’t be all sm- smoozy with y- you… a- at least not for n- now.” He took one final sip of his coffee and placed the bits for all three cups down on the table before getting up. “W- Well, I figure w- we’ll have a couple hours t- to kill before listening i- in on the meeting. L- Let’s go back t- to your place and celebrate! I- I have a little s- something I’ve been w- wanting to give you!” He headed for the door, a light, confident bounce in his step.

"Uh, yes sir--" Spinel blurted timidly, then covered his mouth and froze a moment. He breathed, then shook it off and quickly followed after the ram, feeling disgusted with himself for that. Once outside he quickly forced himself back in to arrogance, tail flicking slightly. He still wasn't feeling all too well but feigned confidence and pride, forgetting the flower would be showing the immense discomfort that kept lingering and wrapping around all his thoughts. Even the good ones like feeling flattered started to trail back to Uncle Candy, and he was honestly just glad to be getting far away from that near lookalike for the time.

Randy blushed upon being called ‘sir,’ but pretended not to hear him. As they walked, he looked over at him, watching the flower’s colors share his true feelings. He looked curiously at Spinel, then back forward. “… wh- why are y- you feeling so e- embarrassed?” he asked, still looking forward with the phantom of a smile on his lips. “Ar- Aren’t you gl- glad I think you’re more th- than just a pretty f- face?” he chuckled and softly nudged him with his rump.

He glanced over with a flat and uninterested stare, head held high. "Of course I am but I don't see why you were so surprised at my 'genius'." He snorted and looked away a bit. "Seemed like the obvious thing to do." He shook a hoof off a little as he walked, "Ugh I touched him..."

He rolled his eyes and gave his neck a little lick. "Oh c- come on be n- nice. He is helping us.. Even if he doesn't know it." He smiled as they walk, stealing a few licks and kisses every now and then. He couldn't help being so affectionate, even thought the 'act' was over. He realized Spinel would probably get all grumpy at him eventually, so after on last shoulder kiss, he focused on walking instead of praising him silently with little affectionate gestures.

"Yeah well if he doesn't know, that just makes it more risky because he's a fucking idiot, Randy. An easily pushed around blabbermouth." The kisses and licks were a little flustering but they kept him able to continue feigning his confidence. But on the inside it felt like he was swimming in disgusting oatmeal smelling tar while he was gasping for whatever emotions he could to keep himself looking 'fine' otherwise.

Randy frowned a bit. "Hey.. Th- the poor guy doesn't know an- any better. I- If anything, he'd be j- just as horrified as a- any pony else who found out C- Candy was the s- sick bastard we kn- know him as." He looked at him with a hint of concern. The flower was now a raging storm of colors, most of which were colors that meant he was brooding about something. When they reached a street corner, he tried to wave a taxi down. As they waited, he looked at Spinel with a timid, worried look. ".. S- Something on y- your mind?"

"Oh don't start feeling sorry for him, he's what, in his 20s? And if he still doesn't know he's probably delivering drugs and fuck tokens to sick assholes who are using them on Celestia knows what then I hate to break your bubble, he's just a really big moron." He frowned, looking off. He felt a wave of sickness come over him suddenly but gulped it back, shuddering. And then he broke in to a pace at the question, snorting a few times through his nostrils. "I hate him. I hate him. I hate him more than any pony could ever understand. I fucking hate him. And I-" he made a dry heaving sound a moment, "I talked like him I-- I--"

Randy quickly trotted after him and circled around to stop him from going any further. "W- Woah woah e- easy..." He looked at Spinel, the concern on his face growing. "Th- That wasn't C- Candy you know... It was his brother. His naive br- brother who isn't purposefully t- trying to hurt any pony..." He gently put his hooves on Spinel's chest. "I kn- know that they m- must look similar... B- But they definitely aren't the same pony." He gently rubbed his chest and continued to stare at him with a worried look. "... L- Lets get a taxi and get y- you in a bath... Okay?"

"You don't know that...!" he said suddenly in a highly distressed voice, "I mean he has a fucking dog as a fiance so who the hell knows what things he's not saying...! For all we know that whole family could be secretly fucked up. We. Don't. Know." He wanted to start pacing again, but Randy was keeping him there so instead his two front legs continued to lift and fall. "Why couldn't it just be Candy? Why couldn't it just be that simple?!" He didn't know how to express why this was so distressing. The thought alone distressed him even further, because a moment he considered Sugar like a relative of his own only because he still felt-- He made another dry heave and began shaking, eyes losing clarity.

Randy watched him become reduced to a scared, anxious heap and he pulled him into a small hug. "H- Hey hey.. I- It's alright...."'he whispered. "... L- Look, now th- that S- Sugar's been bugged, we'll be able t- to find out if th- that's true.. If Sugar is m- messed up like his br- brother. B- But we c- can't let that worry us now. A- And even if h- he is.. It doesn't really m- matter does it? Wh- What matters is that we kick that b- bastard t- to the curb." He waved a taxi down, and helped Spinel inside. "L- Let's just... be pr- proud that we've scored an- another little victory over that stupid f- fucker whose fault th- this all really is.. Okay?" He softly rubbed his shoulder.

He nodded, keeping quiet as he sat down in the taxi. He leaned on Randy, eyes still not all there as one hoof snaked around blindly until it could find his hoof which was then squeezed tightly. Every passing moment he kept hearing more and more of that voice and laughter in his head, and as it grew in to a roaring hurricane in his mind it seemed to manifest suddenly in to something worse. He actually cried out, flinching badly as he quickly hid his face to Randy's neck.

Randy squeezed his hoof back softly, and gently nuzzles the top of his head. ".. Y- You're gonna b- be okay," he said in a soft voice. "I- I'm here, I- I'll protect y- you..." He softly shushed him, and continued to squeeze his hoof. "H- He won't hurt you a- again... N- Not as l- long as I'm h- here... Shhhh shh shh..." He pressed his lips to his forehead and reached around with his other hoof, pulling Spinel into a hug.

"He didn't-...." he choked out and trailed off, clinging on to the ram and not caring if they were in a taxi. Not until the taxi pony impatiently tried to check in with them to ask where they wanted to go, which was promptly greeted with a VERY angry Spinel who was yelling at the top of his voice at the driver, "Just shut the FUCK UP and drive your ass to Polished Dreams and MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS ASSHOLE!"

Randy softly pulled him back into the hug, and looked at the driver, afraid he'd kick them out. "Pl.. Please... Just drive o- okay? I'll d- double the f- fare if you c- can get us there in l- less than five...." He returned his attention on Spinel, and let go of his hoof so he could full on hug him, stroking his back and softly rocking him. A few bars at a time, he hummed their lullaby, still rubbing his back, and pressing his cheek to the side of his neck.

Spinel was trembling between rage and disgust. At first, the hugging didn't seem to help. It just made that horrible sick feeling worse and he could swear he was drowning helplessly in completely different arms at the time, but even still clinging. The humming was the only thing that made him realize this wasn't true, and he began to gulp in air and let it out heavily, slower and slower until his breathing was finally able to settle. He spoke weakly, "I... tried... I couldn't do it... I tried..."

He didn't know what Spinel meant by that, and he kept rocking him softly. ".. All th- that matters i- is that you tr- tried your best.." He softly kissed his forehead once, before keeping him in a tight embrace. The taxi pulled up in front of the store, and he softly loosened up the hug. "W- We're here," he whispered softly.

Spinel nodded, gulping heavily and breathing in deep one more time as he let his features melt in to indifference as he walked out. Of course inside he was still seething, but he didn't want other ponies seeing him like this. Thinking that, it surprised him, because he realized he had one exception where he once had none. He glanced at Randy for a long time before he started to walk to the side elevator.

Randy paid the taxi nearly triple instead of double, as an added tip. "Th- Thank you," he said as he followed Spinel to the elevator. Randy softly leaned on him as they waited, his hoof blindly searching for and grabbing hold of Spinel's hoof. He gave it a small squeeze, and stepped into the elevator with him when it arrived. He kept holding his hoof all the way to the suite floor, and even when they reached the door.

Spinel kept eerily silent and stoic the whole way, slowly walking to the suite and not even giving the guard so much as a glance as he let the two of them inside. The moment the door shut though, he collapsed to the floor and started hitting his free hoof on it over and over in anger and pain, biting back tears and making strained noises. He hated this. He completely hated this. He was being so weak and such a huge disappointment and all after he made such a big effort to do a good job. Randy taking care of him like this was so humiliating and even moreso because he was clinging to him for it.

Randy sat on the floor next to him, and softly rubbed his back with his free hoof. "... You d- did good today," he said softly, once Spinel had stopped hitting the floor. ".. Y- You should b- be proud." He let go of Spinel's hoof so he could wrap his foreleg around his shoulder. ".. I- I am... Pr- proud of y- you that is." He hugged Spinel from the side and stared at him. "... Y- You want me to g- go draw up a b- bath? ... M- Maybe order us some o- of that ch- chow mien too?" He asked with a soft, calming voice. "O- Or I c- can maybe dr- drop by the c- cake store Wh- while you take your b- bath... P- pick s- something up for y- you..."

"Bath..." he nodded, unable to get many words out. He took some heavy shaking breaths, "Not...not hungry... Don't go..." He managed to pull himself up so he could stand again, staring at the floor. He started laughing suddenly.

He got up also, and softly stroked his shoulder. "... I- I'll go get it st- started..." He said in a hushed voice, looking concerned about the sudden outburst of laughter. He went to the bathroom and began drawing water from the faucet, testing it and letting it run so it could get nice and warm before he plugged the tub. After that he stayed knelt by the tubside, just staring at the water and playing with it quietly.

He continued to laugh for a while, nodding again and again at Randy's voice. He had no control of himself. It was horrifying and suffocating and he just wanted things to be normal. He took off what he was wearing and tossed it on a couch, looking around at the suite that now looked strange to him. He let his eyes wander over every detail, re-familiarizing himself with it, reminding himself that all of this belonged to him. That he earned it. That he wasn't what he once had been, that he was far better than anything Candy could have made him. And on top of that, he was the one to tear down Osiris. He already won. This was just stomping out the last cinder. Easy. Easy. He finally found his comfort and went to the bath, taking the flower and putting it on the sink counter. He nuzzled his nose to Randy's mane and took in his scent a moment before stepping in to the tub and sitting. He stared at Randy timidly for a while in silence, then cracked a smile. "Grab me a bath bomb...?"

Randy nodded, a complacent look on his face. "Wh- Where are they?" he asked, his hoof still playing with the water. The laughter had really.. Offset him.

He pointed, "The gold basket behind you, just toss one in, any kind. Not the pink one though, that's uh... That kind that I use..." he cleared his throat and looked away a moment. He looked back, smile getting a little wider, but somehow more broken. "I'm going to be okay."

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floshav · 2 years ago

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yearning for you pt3

pairings : regulus x fem! reader

warnings : cussing, sexual themes, handsy pansy, restrictive thoughts, sexual tension, ignorance

it had been 2 weeks. 2 weeks of ignorance towards each other. You'd wonder why Regulus was also starting to playing into this ignoring game y/n had created ever since she slammed the door on him that august night. But it was only because he had no other choice. Not like him walking up to her and starting a convo would do any good. So he waited. He waited and waited yet nothing pricked the still waters y/n had created. So he decided to show her how much she hurt him.

So he played her game. Everytime they would cross paths in the hallways when heading to their next class, Regulus would shoot menacing beams of coldness towards her, while y/n just kept her head down wondering why he even bothered after all this time. Though.. Regulus took it the wrong way. He'd always wondered why y/n felt a sense of anger towards him or just a sense of coldness. Why'd she have to ignore him and hurt him the way she did? That was the question that rotted his brain every night he tried to rest his head on his cold hard pillow.

The truth was.. Y/n wasnt anrgy nor sad. She was rather scared as to what dangers could lay upon them if she continued to hang out with him. I mean its not like the first time they hanged, he got suspended or whatever. Oh wait, he did. She knows its stupid, but she cant help but feel its all her selfish fault. His life looked fine before they met, so hopefully it could stay that way.

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Friday, 8am, the great hall.

All students were clamouring to get to their seats waiting for dumbledores "big" anouncement. He'd been hinting at this for quite some time now, just to get all the students riled up for the news. The hints started as obvious as "you're going to jump with glee on friday" or as vague as "friday is the day, students". This little guessing game he'd lead on was quite the rager to the point it enthralled most of the castle.

"Settle down students!" Dumbledore raised before lighting all the candles in the hall with a simple flick of his index finger and thumb.

"You may be wondering what i'd been teasing at for all this time."

"Get on with it old hag!" Blaise snickered before ducking his head down like a moron.

"If you shall talk about Professor Dumbledore in these heinous ways, he will not reveal this carefully crafted news he'd been edging on for the past week!" Snape yelled before flicking Blaise in the back of his head

"Sorry.." Blaise mumbled whilst rubbing the flicked spot

"Anyway, as I was saying. From now on, we will be hosting a buddy system."

A low buzz of murmurs spread around the hall, some giggles sticking out whilst some grumbles were heard.

"Now, now students. Before you jump to conclusions or make assumptions, this buddy system is only to keep everyone safe in the corridors at night."

Some looming couples shot eachother glances of tension before looking back at dumbledore.

"Ever since the dissapearence of buckbeak, we've decided its best if the students had eachothers backs. What better way than a buddy system?" Dumbledore advertised as if he were in a commercial.

"Each of you will be assigned buddies from different houses, just to reduce the stigma of certain houses against one another." Dumbledore said whislt eyeing the slytherin and gryffindor tables.

Many friends sighed dissapointment whilst some foes shot their preys looks of menace.

"Merlin, why does dumbledore always have to implement these weird rules." Daria sighed to her new group of friends.

Y/n felt a sting in her chest. It used to be her Daria would complain all the little things to.

"Hey y/n" Said a fellow senior red head by the name of fred.

"mm yes?"

y/n would be lying if she said this man wasnt attractive and that she'd definitely not had a huge crush on him years ago before she'd had a thing for Draco. Always the redheads that got her.

"Sad that this sytems in pairs of different houses. Would've killed to get you." Fred grinned before a look of dissapointment painted his features.

What was this? Was someone admitting to wanting y/n? The hell was going on, y/n thought to herself just as a bloom of butterflies erupted in her pit.

"You wanted to get me?"

"Well.. yea, i mean every guy does doesnt he now." Fred smirked before eyeing her up and down

This is when y/n noticed some other guys glance at her from time to time with looks of flusteredness or blush covering their faces.

Could it be? Did y/n finally peak just like how she hoped she would this year?

Amongst the sea of faces, one face in particular stood out like a sore thumb. The face of Regulus. Though he wasnt looking at her, but at pancy parkinson who was giggling madly at his feet. He had his usual bored expression, the one that y/n rarely saw. The morning sunlight hit his cheekbones in the right spots making his face look sharper than normal. His longer strands of hair were tucked behind his ears, a curl loosely dangling at his front. His eyes seemed more hooded than normal and his lips were a swollen pink. It looked as if he hadn't gotten sleep over something in days. There it was, his illegal laugh. The laugh that could kill y/n and she'd still find a way to thank it. The laugh which pulled her into her web of icky thoughts when they first met. Regulus' laugh.

What were they talking about, y/n wondered as his smile lines further deepened as Pancy batted her eyelashes.

"Y/n? Helloo?" Fred called out again this time waving his large hand in front of her face.

"O-oh yea sorry bout that." Y/n sighed before turning to face Fred.

"So... watcha doin' tonight? Any plans for a fine lady like you?" Fred flirted whilst resting his elbow on the table

"Hmmm, depends on what your intentions are." Y/n smiled before enthralling herself into the convo

Regulus' POV

There she was, smiling so prettily at.. Fred? Since when did they become friends.

The sight hurt Regulus, as if y/n had just moved on so fast since the first time they met. What was it that he did wrong to the point where he received the bad side of her. The side which was unfamiliar, the side which hurt him.

Pancy had been blurting out nonsense for the past couple of minutes making Regulus smile or laugh out of courtesy. He'd promise himself that this year, he wouldn't be such a dick towards people, and actually try to socialise. But this interaction with Pansy really made him remember why he hated people in the first place.

"So..... I was wondering if you were free tonight." Pansy rambled while she slid a hand up the inner part of Regulus' thigh. The gesture took Regulus by surprise, but he just accepted it enjoying the feeling of a foreign hand in places he wished y/n would touch. god what was getting into him?

"Mmm yea? go on" Regulus sighed tiredly as he mindlessly listened to her words.

"Was thinking of inviting you to a party." Pansy smirked when she notiched the look on Regulus' face as she inched closer and closer to his cock.

Though it was Pansy, all that fogged his mind was y/n. Why was he so obsessed with her?

"Yea m'free. Send me the details" Regulus could feel his old self start to inch over him slowly, like a bee to pollen.

Y/n's POV

It had been a full 24 hours or so since y/n last met eyes with Regulus. Was he finally getting over her? He'd almost always atleast eyed her in the corridors, but now? He seemed to have just let it go. Which was a good thing of course but y/n just couldn't seem to shake it.

He looked glum now, and his eyes seemed darker than usual encapsulating a story in them which seemed scary in itself, but even darker if she found out what truly hid behind those brown eyes. His smile, his laugh they all dissapaited from him as if he wasn't capable of such things. The laugh that once pulled her closer to him was no where to be found.

Over the convo she had with Fred earlier in the day, he had invited her to a party. A wild one to be exact, or to be more exact "It's gonna be one hell of a crazy party, the best on the whole years gonna see." Quoted directly from the source.

Y/n wasn't one for events like this, especially unofficially secretive crowded, filled with horny adolescents ones hosted by Angela and her newly founded friend... Daria. Sure it was gonna hurt seeing the person she would've once hid in the library with rather than head to these events host the total opposite of a party, but what harm could it do in tryna make Regulus a teensy bit jealous.

So she excepted Fred's mini date invitation, ready to chaperone the boy she'd had a crush on years back. He definitely looked better now, what once was a scrawny buzz cut boy, was now a lean, long haired beater of the gryffindor quidditch team. She would be lying if she'd say he wasn't fine.

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The day after, Saturday 12pm

Y/n had been sunbathing in the warm afternoon sunlight, with drifts of cool breeze every now and then. She could feel her face get tanner and tanner every second but she didn't mind. As long as the sun kissed her everything was roses. Until Regulus Black showed up that is.

There he was, the warm sunlight splashing his pale freckled face. Lighting up his features, his dark eyes still glum whilst his lips were as plump as ever. His hair was slicked behind his ears revealing his jawline and cheekbones more clearly. Merlin, why was y/n analysing him so much? "You're no good for him fool." Y/n whispered below her breath before closing her eyes tired. That is until her peace was disrupted by an unholy cackle coming from the other side of the tree she'd been laying on.

"Oh reggie, has anyone ever told you that you're just so funny?"

"Well" He hesitated

"Well no actually." Regulus sighed before resting his head on the bark of a tree he'd found.

A group of girls had formed around him, praising him and touching him in places strangers definitely should not be. Why was he suddenly the new hot stuff in school?

The contrast between him and y/n was outrages. There y/n sat lonely and untouched whilst Regulus was having a field day of social activity. Why did he still look so glum? His eyes droopy and eye-bags still dominant on his features. Was he getting enough sleep? "Oh shut up y/n stop worrying bout him." She thought to herself.

Then it happened. Amongst all the girls he could be parading, he couldn't help but set eyes on her again. Wander across her face, her body, her hair. His thoughts were still fogged with y/n. He'd just found a way to deal with it better.

Moments later, they locked eyes and his stiff gaze softened as it met her embarrassed one.

What are you doing to me Regulus?

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well mini hiatus i guess not! Felt cute so decided to release this pt3 haha ok bye now i gtg sleep it's like 2 am

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