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ajortga · 9 months ago

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can you keep a secret?

pairing: wednesday addams x werewolf fem reader

summary: you miss your girlfriend who's recently transferred to nevermore academy. your persistent whining is able to transfer you to nevermore and cling onto her the whole time there.

word count: 5k+

based off request!

W and R are in a relationship, W transfers to Nevermore. W and R may not have anything in common, but they do on some things, like R being an outcast as well (a werewolf ), R insists their parents that they transfer to Nevermore too. After they successfully did, R immediately finds W, the outcast's curious to what'll happen to R (obvi doesn't know they knew each other).. Basically every student in Nevermore sees them together everyday. One, asks W who R is to W, she answers truthfully, "They're My Lover." everything and everyone just goes crazy

“Cara mia, we live next to each other,” Wednesday says softly, brushing your hair back as you braid her black silky hair.

You hum, a little sad, finishing to braid her two tiny braids that hung low to her chest.

“But I won’t see you in school, baby." A huff escapes your lips as your girlfriend sighs, giving up on trying to coax your madness.

“Or at all,” you add, “you’ll have a damn dorm with some girl that you’ve never seen before. It’s not fair.”

The raven-haired girl rolls her eyes, “I’ll cut off my heart with the sharpest knife I know if I ever started to love someone more than you,” Wednesday suggests, trying to make you feel better.

She cups your cheeks as you refuse to speak and rubs her thumb gently around the pink tint covering them. A way to always make you feel better. Yet she knows better because you certainly don’t look better.

“We’re both outcasts Weds. My stupid parents just won’t allow me to transfer because they think Nevermore is weird. Yet they went to school there. That's not fair."

“They’re just trying to protect you. I'd feel that way too for our daughter if Nevermore had hurt me. If someone ever hurt you, they’re death will be a long one. Sufferable and miserable. So bad that they’ll beg for forgiveness before they bleed out.”

Usually Wednesday would expect you to smile and giggle, but you’re not. Why does your girlfriend have to leave you?

“Can’t you stay?” You ask, voice tiny.

“As much as I sneak out, Mother has already informed everyone including your parents not to let me stay the night. They are used to my.. Tactics per say.”

Your sharp nails from your growth as a soon to be wolfed out werewolf emerges, clawing the wood you attached to your wall when this kind of stuff happens.

"I can sneak you in and I'll even build you a door in my closet," you suggest.

"No, Y/N."

"What if we install a life-like robot and I'll sneak out with you?"

"No."

You huff angrily, slashing the wood.

Wednesday firmly takes your hand, and your hand almost scratches her, yet it stops as you don’t want to hurt her, “Stop that.”

“No,” you state, tugging your hand away and sinking them into the wood, so hard that a big ass dent forms.

Your girlfriend sighs, rolling her eyes as she sweeps her bangs away from her eyes, “I don’t know what you want me to do bambina. Maybe I could.. Sneak you away from this horrid place. But at what cost? Nevermore seems strange. Not strange in a way I’d want to discover in mysteries though.”

She sees the way you sigh, disappointed. Upset.

“You’ll be there for a whole school year, it’s far.”

“I’ll bring my typewriter. Distance won’t change that, swear on my cemetery. I’ll write you letters at night, secretly take the principal's mailbox and send them to you. Or I’ll threaten Thing in my backpack and crawl till he can give it to you.” Wednesday isn’t kidding, her stare is cold, well usually it was cold, but not towards you. “He can suffer in thorns, I’ll stitch him up, just as long as.. You’ll write back?”

You nod, yet you don’t care about the letters, you care about her.

“You’ll send them?”

“Yes.”

“Every night?”

“Yes.”

“What if you begin to stop when you feel like it’s not working anymore?”

“I won’t Y/N.”

“You can’t know that.”

“Oh, but I do.”

"No you don't, you don't know the future."

"But I do know that I won't stop sending my letters. I can feel it."

You stop scratching the wood and you bury yourself on Wednesday, breathing in her scent as you try to comfort yourself. Yet even when the lights are off, your heart is pounding, feeling alone.

A tear falls from your cheek as you watch Lurch stuff his trunk, Wednesday talking to her mother and father, while hesitantly hugging Pugsley.

“You’ll have so much fun.” Morticia says, with a smile, kissing her cheek and staining it slightly with her black lipstick.

“Define fun as boring and a punishment, sure,” Wednesday stiffly responds, yet softens as she looks at you. She takes her mother’s hand off her shoulder and approaches you.

“If you cry, it'll be raining all day. And you don't want it to be all gloomy for you? I don't want my socks wet. A poem, along with two pages written in a small font. One to express my day, and one to express that stupid love so you can sleep peacefully at night with nightmares.” Wednesday says, stopping for a moment, “sweet nightmares,” she adds.

You nod, yet your tear stained cheeks aren’t really helping, she reaches up and wipes it off with her thumb. Then let you hug her, you immediately bury yourself into her and she sighs.

“I’ll be thinking of you, till every grain of sand can be counted.”

You watch her approach the car, then slip in. She has the window scroll down, and you look at her. As the car engine roars, you bite your lip. And slowly watch it wheel away. Slowly jogging till it’s out of sight.

It’s been two weeks. And sure enough, Wednesday has kept her promise. She’s sent you letters you’ve kept in your drawer, they’re never repetitive, but always show you love. You like it like that, knowing that it isn’t a chore for her to write letters for you. If anything, they’ve lengthened in size as she's sent more and more.

It makes you miss her a little more. You have to hug your life-sized stuffed animal at night that she sprayed her perfume on. She also left half a bottle on your counter, just in case it runs out. Though it takes longer to sleep, it makes you feel a little better knowing there was something that was like a piece of her beside you.

Thing has visited you, and you know that little guy has a huge memory. You lost the letter you were going to hand Thing, and though you were a little sad, he moved his fingers and you realized you could speak to him for hours and he would tell Wednesday every detail. She had even wrote to you,

I owe Thing a thank you, yet he can be provoking at times. He had communicated to me for an hour, thirty minutes, and thirty two seconds about your day. I always wonder what secrets lay in the Addams Family. Yet I’m not quite comprehending why Thing has a big memory space.

Nonetheless, I think about you everyday. My roommate, Enid, has been unpleasant with her interesting taste of fashion and colors. It’s distracting. In a negative way. You’re distracting in a way where I can’t take my eyes off your enticing figure Y/N. Weems had bothered me the whole day, smothered me with questions and made sure I was doing fine. No wonder why mother got along with her so much. Those two are like the same person just one with smothered ink. But, something that sparked my particular interest was that you can dorm with two other people. Thing had told me that there was an accident at your school. If you’d like, which I’d appreciate, could ask your mother about transferring, say it’s dangerous. You aren’t a late wolfer, but convince her possibly that Nevermore can increase your chances. Wish you were here, I hate Mr. Tuesday. That white bunny is always staring at me during my typing time. But I can tolerate him a bit more, knowing you gifted it to me. You love Mr. Tuesday, so I appreciate your gesture. It’s not often I get visions, but they’ve almost made me want to experience them more. I see you in them, baking. Writing to me. It makes me almost happy.

Enid keeps trying to get to know me, she’s a strange soul, but she’s a werewolf, like you. You two are nothing alike, yet I think you two would get along a bit too much. Except you don’t blast random glitter pop music during the night. During my WRITING TIME. Even thinking about it rots my brain. But I miss you cariño. Sleep tight, I’ve left at least 300 things to hide in your house and you’ll never expect where they are. But everyone is special, it’ll make you at least smile a little when I tell you each night. Today’s item is snuck inside your bed, I used Mother’s chainsaw to cut through the wood, it’s a tiny version of Mr. Tuesday. I asked Thing the other day to sneak it in that spot and he sanded the wood back in. It should be a sort of door. But I crocheted it during my free time, there are times where I can’t think during my writing time. That is an understatement, but I only think of you. But I’m hoping you can enjoy it for today.

Love you, sleep cozily,

Weds

You smile as you look under your bed, now noticing the small outline from Wednesday’s chainsaw and you open the little compartment to see another crocheted white bunny of Mr. Tuesday. You nuzzle it and place it on your desk. You love him. You even spent a few minutes grabbing white yarn and attaching it to your tote bag.

You think about what Wednesday said, someone had gotten hurt in your school from being stabbed by a senior that was drunk. Obviously he didn’t mean it. But you had seen how anxious your mom got when she found out the news.

It was 11:23PM, and your mom’s room light was illuminated from the hallway. You get out of bed, ruffle your hair, and approach her room. Your only thought is Wednesday.

Before you could even ask, you already noticed her holding a black card, the logo of Nevermore Academy apparent. It said in bolded letters, 1965 Jericho’s long lasting Nevermore Academy. One for outcasts.

“Mom?” You said, your voice slowly quiet, and she looked up at you, waving you over.

“Hi honey,” she replies, “I’ve been thinking about the accident at your school. And I know you don’t like that place that much. And as much as I feel like I should keep you there. Your safety is important to me.”

Your excitement grows, you want to have that wide smile off your face.

“So?...” You question, wondering if she was saying what you were thinking she meant.

“And you keep bringing Wednesday up. So me and Morticia talked, and I talked with your father. We’re going to send you to Nevermore, but only if you want to. As long as you write to us every end of the week and call us. We want our little wolf to meet ones like her. It’s not often you find ones like us here.”

You nod.

“Yes!”

You didn't even think it would be that easy.

As soon as you get the news you squeal and call Wednesday early in the morning. She responds almost quickly, her voice on the other line, “What brings you to call me this early Y/N?”

“I’m transferring to Nevermore!” You say, you were much more excited but your tired voice betrayed you.

There’s a pause, then a small, “What?”

“I’m coming!”

A laugh and you can almost feel your girlfriend smiling with a toothy grin with her ear pressed to the phone.

“I knew your parents would let you go somehow,” she says, voice more excited, yet anyone else would not notice but you.

You can hear some rustling, “I’m going to ask Weems if you can dorm with me. I can kick Enid out for all I care, yet she isn’t horrible. Just, I’d rather spend it with you if she doesn’t allow a three dorm. Maybe I shouldn’t bring up a three dorm at all.”

“Thing, go back home and ask Father if Lurch can drive Y/N to Nevermore. Actually, include that if he won’t ask, I’ll shave his head off. Also make sure that he sprays two times of her favorite perfume, have her favorite sour candy ready, her headphones, her books, and tell him to pack some melon milk for her too. And her cow stuffie. Make sure he’s playing the playlist she made that’s saved in the car.”

There is a pause, and she makes a small, ‘oh oh’

“Baby,” Wednesday doesn’t call you that much, but when she does you’re over the moon. It usually shows that she’s happy. Really happy, yet her voice is still soft and composed, “I installed a door behind your clothes in your closet, guess we’ll unwrap the 300 presents when we go home. But I got another Mr. Tuesday there, he has some sort of costume on.”

She pauses, you hear a random girl jumping up and down in the background, squealing about something as your girlfriend groans and presses her ear back into her phone, sending Enid an annoyed glare, “Pack your stuff, I’ll be waiting. I might as well cut my ears off if Enid won’t stop blabbing her mouth off.” You can tell that Wednesday turns her head to face her new roommate, she says louder, since Enid couldn’t hear her talking to you, “Better yet, slice her mouth off.” Then Enid’s squeals die down.

You grin through the phone as you grab out another version of Mr. Tuesday with a mushroom hat, you hug him tight.

The doorbell rings and you hear your mom open it, putting Wednesday on speaker phone.

“I’m almost done packing.”

“Y/N, honey. Mrs. Addams requests to see you,” your mother’s voice echoes through the hallway and you glance at the door.

You don’t know how Wednesday can hear it but she does, “I’m taking into conclusion that she received my message. Oh yes, she replied with those stupid icons. Yet it is one of a thorny rose and a gravestone.”

“Coming!” You stuff your bags, “Be right back.”

You almost choke as Morticia brings you into her embrace, hugging her back with an easing gentleness.

“Hello little one,” her soft voice says, the one you find comfort in as much as you do Wednesday’s. She gently rubs your hair, “I informed Lurch for your arrival, he’s outside whenever you’ll be ready dear. I’m so glad you decided to willingly join Nevermore. It has been a place that holds many memories. It’s where I met Gomez and fell in love. Maybe Wednesday and you can find the secrets in it. Go on journeys with her. Dig some graves, set them on fire."

It weird you out, but you smile, nodding, “To spend it with Wednesday is all I need.”

“You’re a special soul, a pure heart I can handle. Now go,” she waves you away, “Don’t keep him waiting for long.”

You give her one last grin and look over your shoulder before turning the corner.

After hanging up on Wednesday when you finish packing all your bags, your mother and father hug you goodbye and give you your favorite cranberry juice. Sweet.

It’s cozy in the Addams car, comfortingly with no talk, just the music Wednesday requested (forced) Lurch to play that lingers in your playlist. You feel like a butler with all the requests Wednesday smothered him with.

An hour passes and you can see the way the clouds slightly come into view, then you see the environment change as a sign that reads, “Welcome to Jericho! A Town of History”

Then, you finally see the academy in view, and Lurch arrives right in front, before taking your bags and guiding you to Principal Weems.

“It is my honor to have you here at Nevermore. This school has history, and where you’ll certainly grow,” her smile is wide, a little too welcoming it gets a little scary.

You just give small mumbles and nods, “Well, Morticia called me this morning and I quickly looked through your demographics. It also isn’t a coincidence that you have straight A’s. A 4.3 GPA. Many extracurriculars, and of course, you’re a werewolf. I see.”

“It is no surprise also that you had gone to the same school as another student who just enrolled, Morticia’s daughter, Wednesday. She sure is.. Different. But nonetheless talented. She had asked me yesterday afternoon if it was possible to have a dorm of three, and I’m assuming that you have been planning to dorm with her for the rest of the semester?”

She reads your mind, you immediately nod your head up and down, “Yes.”

“Well, most of the 3 dorms have been occupied, but her and Enid seem to have a slow relationship. I’ll have her in my office today, but by the end of the night or tomorrow morning I’ll give you my answer.” Weems scribbles on a note, writes some address and a name, “You’ll be rooming with Yoko, sound okay?”

You nod.

“Alright, I’ll call Enid up, for your guide.”

“..Guide?”

She nods, “Of course, we have many classes you can do, and people you can meet. She knows this place well, and I know that she’ll open up your shell.”

As Wednesday watches Enid leave, a soft grin forms on her face as she unties Thing from the random crocheted pink jacket Enid made for him.

Her eyes scan Enid as the door closes, then she turns to him, “I’m expecting Y/N is here. I’ve crocheted a questionable amount of Mr. Tuesdays.” She informs, “I shouldn’t have admitted that,” Wednesday sighs, as she pulls out the drawer next to her to reveal at least 40 assorted sizes of the same bunny. There were some in outfits, wigs. Wednesday almost finds it as therapeutic as her writing time. She crochets them whenever Enid leaves their dorm.

Thing smacks his head, and the braided girl glares at him, “Don’t judge me, I can cut off your fingers any time,” she threatens, seeing the way Thing surrendered with two fingers up in the air.

Then he moves around his fingers and does random hand movements.

“You think I’d follow Enid and try to make conversation with Y/N so much that Enid will get suspicious? You’d really think I’d do that?”

Thing agrees.

“Then, you know me too well, let’s go.”

“Enid, glad you’re- Wednesday? It seems like you’ve tagged along,” Weems adds as she almost seems surprised, looking at her. If anything, the look in her eye is cautious.

“Yes,” Wednesday responds, trying to avoid the way your eyes almost smile as you look at her, but if anyone else were to look at you, they wouldn’t notice. “I’ve decided to accompany Enid, this is much more exciting than some other events at Nevermore,” she adds again, not entirely rude.

You sit in the middle while Wednesday takes the only left seat available, scooches her chair closer. Her hand rubs over yours after meeting under the covers of Weem’s desk. She takes note of how a small smile creeps on your face when Weem talks because of that.

“This is actually so awesome,” the blonde cheers next to you, making you turn your head and turn it, confused.

“We’re both werewolves silly! We should dorm 3 together! Wait, are there even any 3 dorms left?” When the principal shakes her head no, Enid sighs, “Then Wednesday can pair with Yoko. Actually, she barely even talks to Yoko, let alone handle her better than she’ll be able to handle me.”

You blink, glance at Wednesday for a moment and she shakes her head frantically.

“What if I dorm with her?”

The question leaves everyone silent, well everyone is surprised but Wednesday.

“You’d want to room with Wednesday while Enid rooms with Yoko?”

There's a lingering silence as you look around, “Why not? I'd like to get to know her better,” you lie. The most you want to do is get to talk to your girlfriend again.

"Oh. You don't want to, you know, get to know Wednesday before actually having to dorm with her?"

"Nope."

"Well, then that’s settled for your dorm. I’ll have to file Enid for a dorm change. But I’d like to ask if that is okay for both Wednesday and Enid.”

“Yes,” your girlfriend immediately responds, then coughs a little to cover up her excitement that’s masked behind her calm demeanor. “I can take a break from someone that is the complete opposite of me.

“I’d be happy to dorm with Yoko, at least I can have my music playing at night and my glitter-”

“My ears are bleeding Enid, don’t mention that word you just said.”

“Glitter?” Enid questions.

“No.”

You giggle from your girlfriend’s demeanor, squeezing her hand under the desk.

“This is Ophiela Hall! You don’t need to find your people here, you can make plenty of friends in other groups, but you have a group of werewolves! And what makes it even better is that we haven’t wolfed out!” Enid jumps up and down and you watch her legs bounce up and down, up and down. She’s like a whole party.

People give you two small looks, both you and Wednesday can tell they’re almost surprised she tagged along with someone whos new. It makes you smile a little.

Your girlfriend notices them whispering about you. Not anything bad, you seem like the sweetest person out of them all, but they’re whispering about the two of you. Even Bianca gives you a cautious look, but you’re too distracted to know what their saying as Enid keeps talking to you and dragging you along. Wednesday follows like a puppy.

“Enid, hey.” A boy speaks up, and you turn around at the new voice, he’s wearing blue and a beanie. The same tie everyone is wearing.

“Oh hi Ajax, this is Y/N. She’s new and I’m showing her around.”

A glare is thrown at Ajax as your girlfriend exhales. You give a small wave, “Hi.”

“You a werewolf too?”

You nod, seeing the way his hat kind of turns sideways, poking some peeking out snakes back into it. That’s scary.

The bell rings and you look around, confused, Enid grabs the paper you stuck in your bag.

“Oh, hey! Your next class is with Wednesday and I, it’s just plant anatomy with Thornhill. Come on.”

Somehow Wednesday gets Xaiver to move away from her, so now you’re sitting next to her.

“What the hell is this class?”

“Thornhill just talks about plants. The only entertaining aspect of this is that I like seeing Bianca fail to beat me. Though that goes in almost everything.”

The auburn hair girl turns around, with a wide smile and fairly big glasses for the size of her head.

“It’s a pleasure to have a new student, I’m glad to have you in our third period class Y/N.”

You embarrassingly smile, everyone looking at you, some with smiles and some with just small glances.

“Could you give us the formula on how to turn this plant into a…” Thornhill goes on and you look at the plant, it seems it’s a Ghost Orchid.

You answer almost immediately, and Wednesday nudges you with her foot to almost say a ‘yay.’

Bianca stares at you as Thronhill clasps her hands together, “Exactly, you know your plants well. I’m sure you’ll excel here. Today we’ll have a change of assignments. It’ll be a challenge for duos against other duos and whoever answers first, and correctly for that fact, will earn a point till all the questions run out. Sound easy enough? Alright, let me get my cards ready.”

A knowing smirk grows in between you two, “We’ll win in no time,” Wednesday states, you look at the duos. It’s you and her, Enid and Yoko, Bianca and Divina, and other people you have no clue about, including Xaiver.

The game starts and before Thornhill can even get to the end of the question, you and Wednesday slap the bell, giving out the answer.

“Quick hands,” Xavier mumbles.

“That’s correct! Great job girls.”

The game goes on, and you’re tied with Bianca’s team. The silence can be cut with a knife as the two duos anticipately wait for the question. As Thornhill begins to read out the question, it takes you two a while to know the answer. Bianca and Divina seem stuck.

It’s several moments before the learning in your past catches up to you, slamming the bell and saying out the answer.

“Correct once again! You two win, great job! You can grab a succulent or stick to two pieces of candy that’s probably expired at the end of class.”

You and Wednesday high-five and to say the least, everyone is surprised because the braided-hair girl never let’s anyone touch her.

Weeks have past, and you’ve never been happier. Giving ideas for Wednesday’s stories that even she never thought about, helping her crochet more Mr. Tuesdays, so much that she had thing steal a laundry basket from Weem’s office, and even braid her hair and put black ribbons. She’s grateful to have you at Nevermore, her stories have been expanding because of you.

Your always stuck to her side, fencing playfully with her, even willing to go out in the woods with her. But she hasn’t went out since your arrival, knowing that you wouldn’t want to leave her side, and she certainly doesn’t want you getting hurt.

Even you and her worked together designing a matching cat on your black and white pajamas.

It’s fun when you two get to talk about life when you two are in your dorms, even better when you two are on the balcony and watching the stars. Wednesday plays the cello while you sing. She loves that she has someone that she puts her closed-off personality aside for.

“I love it, you look so pretty with bows baby,” you say, tying the ribbon.

“You look pretty with bows or without cara mia.”

“Shut ‘p,” you say, smacking her arm lightly as she wraps her arms around you and rubs your hair.

It’s not long till Weems announce that it’s time for lunch.

Wednesday gets up, signalling you to come with her, but when you don’t, she comes back to sit next to you.

“I’m just looking for my necklace, you can go ahead, it won’t take long, promise.”

She sighs, and nods for a moment, then points at Thing, “Help her.”

Thing waves his hands as she blows a soft air kiss and closes the door.

It’s sprinkling a little bit when Wednesday is outside.

“How does Wednesday act so non-hazardous with Y/N? It’s honestly impressive.”

“That’s not impressive, how the hell does she not smack her or give her glares? Do you not see the way her eyes actually look normal when she looks at her? Not even normal, they’re gentle! Plus she was the first to go run and get a bandaid when Y/N accidentally got a paper cut.”

It’s like they summoned the girl, who’s holding a plate of her lunch.

Enid smiles and Wednesday sits down, looking at everyone.

“Are you seriously speaking about me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“We want to know why the hell you are actually sweet with Y/N.”

“You could’ve used any word besides sweet.”

“Baby-like?”

“Even worse.”

“Don’t dodge the question,” Bianca adds, somehow now being in this conversation, “You killed the biggest spider that was crawling to her, for her.”

“She doesn’t like spiders. Who wouldn’t use not being afraid of spiders to protect someone who is?”

Bianca blinks, then wrinkles her nose, “If it was me you’d certainly let it bite me.”

“Well that’s different.”

Everyone at the table groans, “Exactly!”

“What did I tell you?”

“The only person you’d not let it bite is Y/N, we just want to know why.”

“I’m protecting her because she’s my girlfriend.”

Everyone turns their head to her, “What?”

Enid slams her fists to the table, “I fucking knew it. I knew it! Ajax, you owe me five dollars. I CALLED IT.”

“The Wednesday Addams actually has a girlfriend?”

“Why didn’t we catch on?”

“They’re kinda cute together- don’t even speak or she’ll actually cut your head off if you say cute.”

Everyone is arguing with each other, going crazy. But by the time they cool down and look at where Wednesday was sitting, her seat is empty.

Then everyone looks around and sees her draping her black jacket over your tiny figure, she pulls you closer to her chest as you hold onto her. (Let’s say she’s atleast 4 inches taller than 5’1 in this.) You tug her big jacket over your shoulders as you hug her. She holds onto you and guides you to the table, kissing your forehead and brushing your damp hair.

Even when she comes back, she bends down and takes the butterfly that’s resting on your hair and places it on your hand. “I heard somewhere that if a butterfly lands on you, it means that they see you as a beautiful flower.”

“I never heard that before.”

“I know, I made that up.”

Everyone starts screaming again, making your girlfriend and your heads snap at them.

“Look at them!”

“Aw! So cute!”

“I want to say this is disgusting but they’ll be my roman empire soon enough.”

You turn back to her, seeing her eyes soften, almost happily, "You told them?”

“I didn’t know why they didn’t conclude to that in the beginning.”

Bianca groans, rolling her eyes as everyone is screaming, then Xavier chimes in. "Back to that spider scenario. I definitely think Wednesday would kill it for me."

You glare at him, clinging onto your girlfriend a little more like a koala. She rubs your back as you tighten your arms around her.

"Your sense of self-love is filled with stupidity. I'd kill the spiders that are harmless to you and leave the ones that are most venomous and ugly looking for people like you, have some respect."

Xavier goes quiet, making a defeated grunt.

Everyone does their little, 'awws' again. You turn to her, now that everyone knows about your status.

“At least we can kiss in the hallways?”

“Maybe save that for the dorms.”

“Can we kiss right now?”

Wednesday’s eyebrows lift up, and she sighs, turning you away from the group and giving you a light kiss, as your lips press together, she nudges a small Mr. Tuesday now with inverted colors, a black bunny. They're both holding hearts and have a star over their head.

"Now Mr. Tuesday has a Mr. Wednesday," she says softly, tucking her black jacket tighter around you as you continue hugging her.

"And Miss. Y/L/N has a Miss. Addams."

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motherearthlovesus · 13 days ago

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road head - theo nott

content warning: 18+, exhibitionism, praise/degradation, oral (m receiving), semi-public, hair pulling, face fucking, head pushing, gagging, swallowing

"everyone is asleep" theo pleads, one hand on the wheel with the other on your thigh. "plus im getting a bit sleepy, maybe this will help me stay awake"

"theo i really don't see how giving you road head is any safer than falling asleep at the wheel" you retort.

with the windows down the sharp breeze sliced through the warm thick air characteristic of a car baking in the sun all day. your hair occasionally whipping in your face as your arm hangs over the side of the nott family mercedes benz.

you turn around, double-checking that enzo, blaise, draco and pansy were all still soundly asleep. after such a long day at the beach you were surprised you weren't sleepier.

"aww, how precious" you grab your phone to snap a picture of enzo and blaise asleep with their heads resting against each other's, their mouths agape. a photo you were sure would provide valuable blackmail in the future. pansy's sleeping head was resting gracefully upon dracos shoulder which was somehow rigid even when asleep - the antithesis to blaise and enzo.

so that theo didn't have to take his eyes off the road, you show him the photo. he let out a small chuckle but you could tell his mind was elsewhere.

"earth to theo, earth to theo" you drawl as you wave a hand in front of his face.

"sorry baby" he replies blinking "i was thinking about the faces you make when my face is buried in your pussy."

blushing, you shift to face him - you can't help but press your thighs together as you do so. with your back now pressing against the window, you keep one leg on the floor and stretch the other across to his lap. as your foot grazes his cock, your stomach flutters at the hard girth of it.

"someone's changed their mind, have they?" theo gloats with that cocky grin that has made your panties drop so many times before.

"well it is rather boring with everyone asleep back there" you crooned continuing to caress his cock with your foot.

"boring am i?" theo said, feigning insult.

"oh shush" you huffed rolling your eyes, the redness in your cheeks betraying your cool demeanour. "do you want me to suck or cock or not?"

"hold the wheel bambina" theo answered almost immediately.

you didn't have time to protest as he let go of the wheel to pull his shorts down to his knees freeing his massive, throbbing erection.

"you're insane, you know that?" you scoff, as he regains control of the steering wheel.

"you love it" theo purrs as you look into the back seat to check one last time. theo's ability to tease you had always been your undoing, and this moment was no exception.

you bend forward, your lips brushing over the tip of his cock in the lightest of kisses while you start to slowly stroke the length of his cock. he lets out a low groan of pleasure, his hips twitching slightly as you start to suck his cock with enthusiasm.

"cazzo" theo hisses, gripping the steering wheel tighter as he fights the urge to grab your head and force you down, to bury himself deep in your warm, inviting mouth until he hits the back of your throat.

"shh - eyes on the road," you whisper, glancing up at him with a wicked smile. drawing as much saliva into your mouth as you can, you take him further into your mouth, the car's engine purring steadily beneath you, blending with the rustling breeze from the open windows.

"you look so fucking hot with your lips stretched around me, baby"

theo's eyes snap back to the road, his jaw clenching tight. but your tantalising smile and the sensation of you taking him deeper, engulfing more of his aching length in the wet heat of your mouth, makes it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything but the pleasure radiating from his cock.

"that's it, puttana," he mutters, his voice sounding strained. "so fucking good."

the praise gives you a rush of satisfaction, encouraging you to hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue along his length. unable to restrain himself, theo grips your hair tightly, holding you in place as he starts to grind his hips up into your face, forcing his throbbing cock deeper down your spasming throat. your eyes water and you gag silently, but he doesn't stop. if anything, your choking and sputtering only spurs him on.

he starts to pick up speed, fucking your face with quick, sharp thrusts. “merlin,” he hisses through clenched teeth, glancing briefly down at you before his gaze snaps back to the road. theo's cock throbs and pulses in your tight throat, swelling even larger before his release. "don't spill a fucking drop. drink down every bit of my cum like a good slut."

theo pushes your head down and holds it there, grinding his pelvis hard against your face as he explodes in your throat. his cock jerks and twitches, pumping thick, warm spurts of cum directly down your throat.

"that's my girl" theo said with a shudder, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he rode out his climax.

you swallowed every bit, savouring the salty tang and the satisfaction of seeing theo completely undone. as you pull back, you wipe the corner of your mouth with a smug smile, your eyes meeting his.

“still sleepy?” you tease, your voice light and playful.

theo’s laugh was hoarse, his eyes dark with lingering hunger as he reached over to squeeze your thigh. “not even close, bambina. but just wait until we get home. you’re not walking straight tomorrow.”

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would that be unrealistically loud & wake everyone up? yes. do i care? no.

im back?? i didnt plan on taking a hiatus but the new year period was just so draining i couldn't even put 3 words together.

i missed you all so much 😽 and as always comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated 🤍

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itz-mfkn-de · 5 months ago

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could you do a theo nott x ravenclaw!reader where he helps her study for a big test? but he ends up just "distracting" her ??

Yes yes yes yes yes I love u and ur brain this is amazing.

\\STUDY BUDDY// T.N

Warnings- sex, kissing, cussing, Italian, yah that’s it

TY FOR THE REQUEST ALSO IM WORKING ON THE OTHERS SORRY FOR TAKING FORVER IVE BEEN SO BUSY😭 but i love you all and i promise i am working on them.

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You sat in your dorm room, the books around you swallowing your surroundings. You had been studying for the past couple hours and you had no intentions of stopping. This test determined if you passed the class or not, you couldn’t let yourself fall behind, not after you’d worked so hard to get to the top.

Your brows furrowed while you re read over the chapter info, trying your best to imbed it into your brain.

Your intense focus was broken by the light knocks on your door, and you knew exactly who it was.

You sighed softly and got up from your desk. You unlocked the door and slowly opened it, making eye contact with a certain brunette not long after.

“Theo, I thought you had plans with friends?” You said with a soft smile.

He walked past you and planted a kiss on your forehead, his hands tracing your waist.

“ I did, but I missed my girl,” he mumbled as his body flopped on your bed “Missed you, bella.”

“I missed you too Theo,” you walked up to him to give him a soft kiss, just wanting to feel his lips against your own for a quick moment.

He moaned once he felt the warmth of your mouth meet his, hands roaming slowly under your shirt.

You pulled back and grabbed his hands before they travelled and lower.

“No, i have to study, Theodore,” you said strictly “I can’t fail this test.”

He let out a groan.

“Amore, when have you ever failed a test? Not once, and I don’t think this is any different from before.” He replied while putting your hands on his chest and continuing.

His lips ghosted along the Side of your neck leaving you breathless.

“Theodore..I really need to study.” You grumbled as you made little attempt to push him back.

He left soft sloppy kisses where his warm breath had resided.

“Mmm, but you’re so smart already, bambina..my smart girl.” He smiled into your neck, loving how flustered you had become.

He knew exactly what he was doing. Every word that left his mouth was meticulously chosen just to make your knees weak, and Salazar save you, it was working.

“Nuh uh, I’m not letting you sweet talk me.” You stated while completely pulling yourself away from Theodore, much to his dismay.

“I have to study,” you looked at him with a glare and went back to your desk.

Every part of your body was currently on fire. You needed him in every sense of the word, but you knew you needed to finish studying first.

You tried your best to focus on your book infront of you but your mind kept wandering else where.

You heard a couple footsteps but paid no mind to whatever Theodore had decided to occupy himself with.

A couple seconds passed before you turned your head to see Theodore pulling up a chair and sitting next to you.

“Theodore, what are you doing?” You asked with a tinge of annoyance, but you couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he looked at you like that.

“ I want to help you study,” he stated while noticing your doubtful glare “I really do, no games I promise, principessa.” He assured you.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes at his boyish grin he let slip across his face.

You began reading the questions out loud, allowing him to help you answer a few of them aswell.

“Let’s make it fun, yeah?” He asked after another handful of questions had been answered.

“How do you mean?” You asked while writing a few things down with your quill.

“I’ll worry about that, you keep reading.” He ordered softly, his hands moving the hair away from the side of your neck he was facing.

You did your best to ignore him and went back to the book, focusing on the words instead of your very needy boyfriend’s hand creeping up your thigh.

His lips continued where’d they’d left off from earlier , finding specific spots that got you squirming and focusing on them.

“Theodore.. I t—I told you I need to study..” you managed to get out in between your harsh breaths.

“Mm, you work so hard, can’t have my Bella ragazza overworked…” he groaned, his hands tracking under your skirt.

“I—i” you tried to to get a complaint out, but Theodore was quick to shut you up once his hands reached your already wet core.

He let out a gutteral moan at the feeling of your wetness coating his fingers.

“See how wet you are baby? Let your self relax…let me help you.” He whispered in your ear as he pulled his hands back and lifted you from the chair.

You yelled as your back hit the bed, him finding his place on top of you not too long after.

His lips wasted no time in connecting to yours, tongue and teeth clashing against eachother with raw need being their motivation.

His hands slipped back down to your core, pulling your skirt above your hips.

Every one of your nerves felt as if it were being set on fire, the arsonist being Theodore not and his Godsend hands.

He gently rubbed your clit and discard of your panties somewhere in the room, not giving much mind to the thin layer of fabric that blocked him from what he wanted.

You shivered as his long slender fingers played with your clit, teasing you to no end.

“Bel bambino, all worked up, I’m sorry I didn’t help you sooner.” He cooed at your flustered face.

“Theo..please.” You moaned once his mouth made contact with your neck again.

“Please what, Bella, let me hear you say what you want.” He grunted through his clenched jaw as he slipped two finger into your dripping hole.

“Mio dio, sei così bagnato.” He mumbled under his breath.

You gasped at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out.

You arched your back off the bed as he continued his ministrations.

“I want you too fuck me…please.” You begged while your nails dug into his shoulders.

“Salazar fucking save me, well when you beg like that, how could I say no, Amore?” Theodore teased as he pulled his hands away from you to undo his pants.

You whined at the absence of his fingers but he was quick to pull down his boxers and push his tip against you.

He looked at you through his long eyelashes, as if asking for permission.

“Please.” Was all you could muster out before he started to slowly push into you with a hiss leaving his lips.

Your head lulled back as you felt the stretch of his thick cock set in. No matter how many times you to had fucked, you’d never get sued to when he fist pushes in.

“Santa merda, you’re so fucking tight..” he growled into your ear as he slowly pulled back only to push in a little harder than before.

You let out a moan, one louder than intended, but Theodore was quick to shut you up with his mouth on yours.

The kiss was sloppy, teeth and tongue met in a harsh collision, as his thrusts began to pick up pace.

Your hands gripped the sheets, trying to resurface yourself. Theos thrust became relentless, giving you no time to catch your breath at all.

His grip on your chin was replaced by wet sloppy kisses. His hands found their place next to your head.

“Theo I c— oh my fuck.” You whimpered out.

“Cmon, Bella, let go f’me.” He slurred out through his gritted teeth while whispering some Italian curses under his breath.

Your back arched from the bed as you sucked in a harsh breath of air, feeling everything in your body set on fire.

Your head spun as you rode out your high through theos thrust.

He quickly pulled out and came on your stomach, flopping down next to you.

You stared at the ceiling while you caught your breath.

“You are never allowed to study with me again.” You joked at Theodore, turning your body on its side to face him.

He gave you his signature grin, kissing you like you were the only girl in the world.

#harry potter #slytherin #theodore nott #hogwarts #theodore nott scenarios #mattheo riddle scenarios #tom riddle x reader #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott oneshot #Theodore nott smut #Theodore not fluff #x reader #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #smut #mdni

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mommynott · 1 month ago

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Santa’s Little Tease

12 Days of Dickmas - Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Roleplaying in the new lingerie your boyfriend got you certainly gets spicy👀

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, chars 18+, modern au, dom!theo, bf!theo, dombf!theo, rough sex, anal, slight roleplaying, lingerie, clit stim, slight spitting, spanking, degrading, dirty talk, dom&sub

—Smack smack smack!- The sound of Theo’s heavy palm swatting across your ass echoed around the room. Feeling the burn spread across your cheeks.

Meanwhile, Theo was balls deep inside of your ass. Your bright red and green lace elf lingerie rode up your back as he mercilessly plowed deep inside of you.

Feeling the way your knuckles already started to turn white from gripping the bedsheets so fucking hard. “God— I love fucking your tight little hole-“

Theo physically spat down onto his cock and your ass— getting it even wetter as he used you to his liking. You turned your head back to look at him.

“F-fuck! I love it when you—“

Your words got cut off as you felt Theodore snake his hand around your body, firmly pressing down on your swollen clit. The room swirled with your moans.

The way your body tensed and clenched around his length was driving your boyfriend mad— holding back his climax as much as he could. “What was that? My naughty elf seems to have lost her words hm?”

Taunting you and incorporating the little bit of roleplay from the lingerie he had bought you— You were a babbling mess of bliss. Feeling his fingers run faster on your cluster of nerves.

“I-I— just feels s-so good!”

Managing to squeak out your words, you perked your ass higher for Theodore. Anal was something you both loved and did quite often. Being something of a kink for both of you.

Another loud and hard smack landed on your already reddened ass cheek. Wincing from the pain he railed inside of you even harder. “So good hm, Tesoro?— Dirty fuckin’ girl.”

An orgasm was approaching you— and quickly at that. The mix of anal, clit stimulation, and Theodore’s dirty talk in that thick Italian accent? Fucking Hell—

“Your dirty girl, Teddy— Fuck! Please don’t stop— Please!” You begged your boyfriend who was already drilling into you like a fucking jackhammer. “Stop?— Cazzo- I wouldn’t even think of stopping…Gonna cum for me, hm? Cum for me like the little anal slut you are?”

It was almost too overstimulating— In the best way possible. “Y-yes! Yes— Fuck I’m gonna—“ Your moans turned to screams as you felt yourself hit a very intense and pleasurable orgasm.

Your body convulsed from the euphoria that streamed throughout your body but Theo kept his rough pace, not even a glimmer of him stopping. Wanting you to feel nothing but pleasure throughout your entire climax.

“What’s my girl want hm?— Where do you want my cum?”

Theo asked, still not stopping, still going hard inside of you. Your mascara was practically dripping down your face by now, letting out a little groan before replying. “I- Fuck! I want it inside of me— please…pleasepleaseplease!”

Begging him like the good and obedient little sub you are, your boyfriend couldn’t help but smirk down at the marvelous view of you. “Fuck— Don’t have to tell me twice, bambina-“

Growling out his words, he pounded into you even faster. Something you weren’t even sure was humanly possible. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head while you felt your body go spiritual in a sense.

“Gonna fill up that perfect little hole of yours— my little anal slut- fuck— I’m gonna fill you up, Tesoro— Cazzo-“

On the 10th day of Dickmas we get…Anal, just…Anal hehehe👀🎁

Hope my bbys enjoyed! Thank you for being patient during the holidays and since I’m on vacation!

Divider pinned in my masterlist🌙

Love all my smut sluts so much! Hope everyone had a happy new year💋

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meelusinee · 2 months ago

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SUN-KISSED LIPS | B.Z X READER

word count \ 2.3k | fluff & stuff | slash / blaise zabini x reader

in which Blaise takes you out on a date in Italy after your O.W.L exams author's note at the end!

SUN KISSED LIPS | B.Z X READER

Exams had been stressful, to say the least.

Potions was absolutely dreadful. Snape’s watchful eye feeling like it was zoned directly onto you, any mistake you made seemed to displease the man even further than what you thought possible. Then Charms, where you had to remember at least 50 spells within the span of maybe two minutes. The written section for Transfiguration was absolutely dreadful, as was the showcase of Mandrake handling for your Herbology exams. Not to mention the abomination of your History of Magic exam, though you felt like everyone could only recall one or two things by that point of the week. Defense Against the Dark Arts was last, the only class you felt you had done something good in.

All in all, very stressful.

And that stress was not lost on Blaise either.

Blaise, your sweet and caring boyfriend, has had to handle most of your exam stress for the past month. Most of the time though, you were shutting him out in favor of studying.

He couldn’t blame you much, the O.W.L exams were important. Not everyone could buy their way into Ministry jobs, they would have to work for it. Your work ethic was always something that Blaise truly appreciated about you.

But right now, that work ethic was getting in the way of his love life. Which obviously meant that he had to devise a plan.

“Amore mio,” he whispered, hands moving to scratch at your scalp as you leaned over your desk. “The exams are over, what’s there to be stressed about?”

“I haven’t gotten my results back yet!” you said, the bone of your palm hitting your forehead before pulling roughly at your hair. “What if I failed all of them? I mean, these exams are really important. If I fail all of them, I won’t be able to do anything with my life.”

Blaise chuckled softly at that, gently pulling your hands away from your hair before kissing the top of your head. “Bambina, we have Umbridge this year.”

“God, don’t remind me.” you groaned. “I’ll die, Blaise. Actually die. She’s going to fail all of my exams, isn’t she?”

“Love,” he chuckled, pulling up a chair and sitting next to you. “Look at me.”

Blaise watched as you sighed before looking over at him, cooing softly as he finally saw your face for what felt like years. Your eyes were dark and swollen, both from a lack of sleep and crying. Not to mention how stressed you looked all together, with a sunken face and large pout that melted away at his heart.

“Tesoro,” Blaise whispered, his hands moving to hold yours. “You passed, my love. I know you did. You’ve been studying so hard for so long there’s no way you didn’t. I promise all of the professors will easily be giving you O’s on every exam.”

“But what if I fail?” you groaned, sniffling softly.

“You won’t fail.” Blaise said sternly, squeezing your hands. He didn’t want you beating yourself down anymore. “Plus, Umbridge likes me, and by association likes you. Maybe not the best person to like you, sure. But I promise it could help with your exams, the exams you don’t need help with in the first place.”

“You’re going to use bribery to get me perfect grades?” you chuckled quietly, scooting your chair a bit closer to him.

“I don’t think my bribery would be as effective as some people’s bribery.” he muttered, fingers caressing the back of your hands. “Maybe Draco.”

“How on Earth would you bribe Draco?” you giggled softly, looking up at him.

“Hookers.” Blaise shrugged, before smirking. “Which gives me a bit of an idea.”

“We are not hiring a prostitute.” you said.

“No, but we are going to go on a date.” Blaise smirked, standing up and walking over to your wardrobe. “Do you still have that black dress I got you last month? Or maybe the red one.”

“Blaise!” you chuckled, standing up and moving to stand beside him. “Where on Earth would we even go? We haven’t made reservations or anything.”

“We don’t need those.” Blaise said, nudging you with his elbow. “Put on a nice outfit, we’re going on a date.”

“This is ridiculous.” you giggled, arms wrapped around his as the both of you walked down the sidewalks of Italy.

In the time that you took a shower, put on a nice sundress, and did your hair and makeup, Blaise had found a portkey to an Italian plaza. In Italy. The sun was still in the sky by the time they got there, the sun setting in just a couple of hours.

“What about it is ridiculous?” he asked, smiling softly down at you. “We’re going shopping.”

“Shopping in Italy!” you said, giggling softly. “Like, what about that isn’t ridiculous? Just 10 minutes ago I was at Hogwarts, now I’m in Italy.”

“It’s nothing.” he said, the both of you stopping in front of a clothing store. “I want to get you a new dress, is that okay?”

“You got me two already this month, and we’re not even halfway!” you giggled, looking up at him. “Do I really need another one?”

“This one’s from Italy though, bambina.” Blaise smiled, kissing the top of your forehead. His hand was resting on your waist, the other hand moving to open the door for you both. “Plus, you’ll need a swimsuit as well.”

“I do?” you asked confusedly.

“Yes you do, c’mon.” he smiled.

The both of you walked into the store, Blaise guiding you to the swimsuit section. The first piece there was a red and white plaid one-piece, much similar to a picnic blanket. “I think that we should have a picnic at the beach.”

“If I have to wear a picnic blanket, so do you.” you said to him, hands on your hips.

“Maybe just plain red?” he asked you.

“I suppose that works.” you muttered, grabbing one of the swimsuits and holding it by the hanger. “What kind of dress did you want to buy me anyways?”

“I was thinking black.” he muttered, his hand resting on the dip in your back as you both walked to the dress section of the shop. There were shorter dresses and small sun dresses, though your gaze immediately turned to the more elegant ones at the top. “Maybe with velvet. Or a ball gown.”

“I am not letting you buy me a ball gown.” you said, wagging your finger in his face. “That is too much!”

“But then everyone would know that you’re a princess, wouldn’t they?” he smirked, eyes darting to look at the different dresses. “That one?”

It was a black silk dress, with a shoulderless sweetheart neckline and corset at the top. It was form fitting, and probably would cover your ankles. The top part before the corset was embroidered with small black gemstones, a small pattern of them also at the bottom.

“It’s really pretty,” you whispered, your eyes darting to the price tag. “But that’s too expensive. I couldn’t possibly accept it.”

“Sure you can,” he said, grabbing the first one off the rack and holding it against you. “It’d be yours, why couldn’t you?”

“Because it’s too much!” you said to him, looking down at the dress pressed against you. “Blaise, that is way too expensive. You’ve already bought me two dresses this month, don’t you have a budget of sorts? Surely you think this is too much too.”

“I’d rather dress you up than have my dad waste the worth of this on a pack of well-patted cigars.” Blaise said, kissing your forehead as he grabbed the swimsuit from your hands.

“Oh hush,” you grumbled out loud, trying and failing to grab at the dress and swimsuit from his hands as you both made your way to the counter. “I’ll get my revenge on you one day, Mister.”

“I’m sure you will, amore mio.”

The sun was just beginning to set as you waded your way into the water, small giggles escaping your mouth at the feeling of the cold water against your legs.

“It feels funny!” you said, smiling as Blaise pulled you into a hug. “You can feel it, right?”

“I can.” he smiled, peppering your face in kisses as you continued to laugh about the feeling. “It does feel rather unique, I must say.”

“It’s tickling me.” you said, holding onto his arms like a vice as the both of you waded further in.

“Are you cold?” he asked you, the water eventually making it up to your chests now. “I can put a warming charm on you, if you want.”

“It’s meant to be cold.” you said, arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted you up to carry you. “Plus, you’re rather warm yourself anyways.”

“Am I now?” he chuckled softly.

“Yes you are.” you said, booping him on the nose.

Blaise hummed softly, his finger tapping your back a couple of times before a small radio began to play. You looked around in awe, not having noticed the scenery before you two got into the water.

The water was absolutely breathtaking, the setting sun shining against it also giving Blaise the perfect sun-kissed look. His skin was absolutely glowing, and his smile mixing with the music made you feel like you just entered a romcom.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, amore mio.” Blaise whispered, humming softly to the tune of a song you didn’t know.”

“How’d you even get us to Italy?” you asked, chuckling softly at him.

“My family is Italian.” he hummed under his breath, raising his eyebrow at you. “You know that, don’t you?”

“I do!” you pouted. “I just didn’t think you’d have a bloody Portkey to Italy.”

“Well, I do.” he chuckled softly, nuzzling his nose to yours. “And now you know.”

“Good.” you hummed, nodding softly.

The two of you stayed in the water for a long while. You waded down to where the water would hit your shoulders, Blaise following close behind you as you both started to try and dance in the water. The sun set and made way for the moon, shining down on you as echoes of your giggles filled the night.

“Why don’t we go get some dinner?” Blaise whispered softly, his lips brushing against yours. “You’ll have to try the dress back on eventually.

“I’ll race you!” you said, the both of you wading your way to the shoreline. Blaise had originally beat you, but stayed behind and let you go first.

“I win!” you giggled, smiling as Blaise patted your skin dry. “Where are we going to eat?”

“This one restaurant I know, they serve the best pasta.” he whispered, kissing your lips as the both of you walked off of the shoreline and towards the plazas again.

You and Blaise were walking to the restaurant together, hands held together as he directed you. His hands had been all over you all day, especially when he helped you put on the dress and do your hair and makeup for the date.

Which led you to where you were right now, in a black dress to match his black slacks, the both of you standing in front of a rather fancy restaurant.

“What are you going to get?” you asked him curiously, smiling softly as he walked you to a table. He pulled the chair out for you, his lips meeting yours once you sat down.

“Carbonara,” he whispered, sitting across from you after adjusting his tie. “You?”

“I don’t know much about Italian dishes,” you whispered. “I mean, I know some things. I don’t know if I know everything on this menu though.”

“Maybe you should start with something you know.” Blaise whispered, his hand moving across the table to meet yours. “Lasagna?”

“I love lasagna.” you whispered, turning the menu to the drink section. “What about drinks though? There’s just so many.”

“Anything you want, honey.” he chuckled softly. “You can get wine if you want. I’ll take you back home, okay?”

“Okay.” you smiled softly, giggling as you looked at the menu.

The waiter walked up and took your orders, the food eventually arriving with steam coming out. “This is really pretty.” you whispered.

“It is, isn’t it?” Blaise asked, chuckling softly as his fork swirled through his carbonara.

You swirled your fork around the lasagna before taking a small bite, blowing on it before placing it on your mouth. “This is so good.”

“Is it?” Blaise whispered, smiling softly. “Do you want to try some of my stuff?”

“It looks really good,” you whispered softly, scooting a bit forward in your chair as he handed you a small bite. “Thank you.”

“Does it taste good?” he asked, smiling softly.

“It does.” you whispered, smiling brightly at the taste of it. “I love both of them. And this wine, it’s also really good too.”

“Is it?” Blaise asked, chuckling at that. “Do you want a bottle to take back to Hogwarts?”

“We can do that?” you asked.

“Yes we can.” Blaise nodded, smiling softly.

“We so should!” you said, taking another sip of your glass of wine.

“Merlin,” he whispered softly, his hand caressing yours. “I love you.”

You both had made your way back to Hogwarts, your feet stumbling as Blaise helped you down into the dungeons. Down the stairs, through the Common Rooms, and down to his dormitory. His scent wrapped around you as he wrapped you in his blankets, a small smile coming on your face as you realized it.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes looking up at Blaise with a sleepy expression. “For this.”

You felt a lot better despite your impending test results, a lot calmer than you were not seven hours ago. This date was probably one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

“It’s okay,” Blaise whispered, his hand caressing your cheek as he kissed your forehead. “You need some rest, can you get some for me?”

“Okay.” you whispered, nodding softly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAa this one was so fun to write oh my gawsh. beta-reading still sucks, but hey i got it done!

as alwayss, please like, comment, reblog, or whatever jazz you feel like doing. it really really helps out a lot more then you guys think it does, and i really really really appreciate it. if you have any requests, i have a masterlist full of characters i plan on writing for! so go check all that out, and have a great day!

#blaise zabini #blaise x reader #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini x you #blaise zabini x y/n #fluff #extra fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction

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kaeyeahsworld · 9 months ago

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A Tatted Sin.

Toji Fushiguro X Reader

Summary: You got yourself a womb tattoo to surprise Toji. He loved it. A bit too much.

(18+)

Tags: Smut, oral sex, vaginal sex, female reader, toji has a big dick lol, soft toji, praise kink, dirty talking, face riding and creampie

Cross posted on AO3

MDNI and do not interact if uncomfortable

To state that Toji was horny was an understatement.

Here he was, you sprawled out underneath him, your riotous laughter echoing about in the room, in the middle of a pillow fight you had bugged him into when he caught a glance of it.

A delicate little inked intricacy peaking out right below your curvy navel and Toji’s was about to lose his marbles. How had he never noticed it before and maybe it was time he got rid of all your high-waisted jeans. “When did you get this one love?” he turned to look at you, his expression darkening. You didn’t quite understand him at first but right before the embarrassment could sink in, he pinned you down one hand on your wrists and his other one on your tattoo, warm and big, rough against your soft skin.

“I was…going to tell you about it Toji-” “Yeah?” Toji nuzzled his knee closer to your core and his mouth latching onto your pulse point on your neck “Answer the question bambina, when did you get it done.” he whispered nipping about the sensitive area. “A week ago..mmph-!” a pitiful mewl leaving your lips the moment he crashes his lips onto yours, grabbing you the by waist and pulling you hard and closer than ever. Your luscious fucking scent was all over Toji and if he could just bottle it up or make it settle in his bones he would.

“Hiding that precious little thing from me for a week now love? You could have asked nicely and I would kissed it better for you the day itself” He wasn’t angry about you getting tatted, if anything he loved it more than anything. His innocent girl, whose eyes welled up even if she accidentally touched something hot went through all that pain, of course, he had to reward you, In his own way that is.

Ripping away your flimsy shirt, he immediately latched his lips onto your perky little mounds, leaving half-mooned crescents all over one and twisting and deliciously torturing the other with his fingers. Your head was fuzzy, feeling Toji all over you and his mouth leaving a trail of fire everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Those moans leaving your mouth were Toji’s drug and his carnal touches, with his hands splayed all over the tattoo had you gasping “Toji-Please-”, you can hear a hard tear as he ripped off your shorts, his pupils almost blown at the site in front of him.

Lips bruised a beautiful red, a sinful tattoo and a cunt wetter than a waterfall you were Toji’s salvation. He got around to kissing your still-fresh tattoo, licking it and massaging around with his tongue. Your navel had always been a pleasure spot for you but with the added pain from the tattoo and Toji’s ministrations, it was ecstacy. If you had known it would get Toji so riled up maybe you would have got it done sooner even. “Did it hurt baby? Needle all over, ink on your precious little womb” he asked while dipping his tongue in and out of your belly button. “It did-hurt’…so much Toji, but I wanted to surprise you-” Toji’s cock ached so much, rubbing himself when he could over your thighs, precum staining his boxers. He could just take you right now but he was enjoying the tease.

“Stop teasing …please..baby…ahmphh-” he was nipping at your hip bones, your inner thighs, kissing and licking anywhere but where you were aching the most at this moment. “Beg for it, love. Tell me what do you want me to do to you.” he rid himself of his office shirt and pants and the view in front was heaven. Toji in all his muscular glory, scars all over his chest and stomach and goosebumps all over his skin and perked-up brown nipples. “Do you want me to kiss you for being a good little girl and sitting through the pain? or put my cock in your cunt and make both of us see how far up to the tattoo it reaches? Huh?”

Could he get any dirtier and hotter than this?

You grabbed him by his face and kissed his plump lips slowly, pulling and swirling over his tongue “Kiss me down there Toji…it..aches” “Come on baby you can do better than that, spell it out” “My clit Toji..please-” before you could finish, Toji’s wet tongue was on your pulsating nub, sucking and lapping up your juices like a man damn possessed. With your grip on his dark locks and your knees buckling, you could feel the tension building up in your tummy, ever more with his tongue plunging in and out your seeping hole and his nose pressing into your clit, with you riding his face, it was all too much. “I am gonna cum baby…keep going…right there” But what you didn’t expect was Toji to pull out right before you could ride out your high, and kiss you, making you taste your own arousal and a mix of his saliva. “You will only be cumming with me inside you of today”

“What do you mean…aghhh..Toji slow down.” You gasped as he was sinking into you, his ridiculous length kissing your core in the most delicious way, your gummy walls swallowing him. “Gosh baby, look at this pussy, starving for me, taking me so well…uggh godd” Toji’s guttural moans only made you clench around him even more, “such a dirty little minx you are huh? Look what you have reduced me to baby, I don’t think I can ever get enough of this tight cunt��fuck!” your hips and back arching into him and your tits brushing and rubbing right against his hard pecs, adding to the pleasure. His hips were rutting into you wildly and yours were setting their own sensuous rhythm to match his, and the wet warmth had started to build up again, your thighs quivering and mouth spilling out moans and calling out Toji’s name like it was a prayer. “You are doing so well for me love, look at me” he grabbed your chin and while looking at your beautiful tear stained eyes he confessed “I love you so much, you know that right? I am all yours as long as you will have me.” “Tojiii….that’s so unfair..I am gonna cum—, it feels so wet down there-” “I know baby, I know…ughh..come on make a mess for me girl, cum all over my cock baby, take what yours” and you did, you came right along with Toji so hard, a wet mess soaking the sheets all over and clutching onto Toji’s broad shoulders for dear life, kissing his lips with so much fervor “I love you so much Toji, love you-will never let you go”

The next tattoo was definitely going to be a lower back one.

A/N: First time writing smut, I couldn't sit through its editing because I couldn't stop laughing and cringing PLS WTF IS THIS

lemme know how you like it, I tried my best for this one (read some smuts from a whole new perspective just to write one out) I wanna get used to writing smut a little bit more just because I decided to have some in KMIL but yeah.

use protection always.

Header tag and credit to wonderful @kiochisato her headers are aesthetic af!

Take care sweets.

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embrosegraves · 1 year ago

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ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕃𝕖𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕤

Charles Leclerc x Reader (implied she/her) Charles and Reader name their daughters the same order as the Leclerc brothers.

Mr Charles “Girl Dad” Leclerc

Warnings: Extreme use of the red heart emoji, IT'S SO LONG I'M SO SORRY, also watch out for Google translate lmao don't trust them to be exact

Still not the best at smaus but I'm working on it (between every 'post' will be a timeskip of an unspecified amount of time. my brain can't handle doing maths more than it needs to.)

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youruser Baby Leclerc Loading...

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yourBff I'm so ready to be an Aunty → youruser One of the best ❤️

user omgomgomgomgomgomg user Is it a girl or a boy? → youruser We're waiting until the birth to find out user GUYS CHARLES MIGHT BE A GIRL DAD

carlossainz55 Charles is gonna be out of a seat soon → charles_leclerc they're going to take your seat actually → youruser please don't encourage this, they aren't even born yet

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youruser As of Nov 8 2026, please welcome Lorelei Manon Haydée Pascale Leclerc ❤️❤️ Charles and I are so incredibly excited to share this chapter of our lives with everyone however we plan on keeping Little Lori's face completely hidden until she can tell us otherwise. We ask that you respect our decision and that you do not go out of your way to find out what she looks like ❤️

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landonorris Hey there Little Lori Leclerc → youruser ❤️

carlossainz55 Bienvenida Pequeña Belleza translated Welcome Little Beauty → charles_leclerc Uncle Chilli reporting for duty? → carlossainz55 Of Course!

leclerc_pascale When can I see my precious grandbaby❤️ → charles_leclerc I will facetime you Maman ❤️

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youruser Round Two LETS GO

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pierregasly Another gossip buddy!!! → youruser Our gossip sessions are about to be so much cooler!

user ANOTHER ONE!! → user ok dj khalid user are you waiting to find out the gender again? → youruser ✨oui✨ user please be another girl, i need charles to be purely a girl dad

maxverstappen1 this one will be in a redbull i can feel it → youruser oh god not you too

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charles_leclerc Papa and Manon Spa Night (so Mama can try to relax before baby is born)

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youruser you have mastered the towel turban my love → youruser Lori looks so cute 😭❤️

user Charles "Girl Dad" Leclerc coming in clutch → user he's in his element user be honest /youruser did you teach him the towel turban? → youruser i mean, not on purpose? he's watched me do it so often i guess he just, learnt??? user I love how squishy she looks MY HEART--

lilymhe this qualifies as Charles' official invite to Girls Night™ → youruser i'll add him to the groupchat lmao → charles_leclerc yeah babyyyyyy

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youruser And on October 17 2027, the world said let there be Charlène Madeleine Héloïse Pascale Leclerc ❤️❤️ Once again, we are so so so excited to share our growing family with the world. As we did for little Lori, we will not be sharing baby ChiChi's face until she can tell us otherwise. We are so grateful that everyone respected our wishes with Lori and we ask that you respect them once more. Love Always ❤️

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LeclercLorenzo Might be early but I'm sensing a trend... → youruser 👀/charles_leclerc → charles_leclerc a trend you say?? 👀

carlossainz55 Un'altra splendida bambina ❤️ proud of you guys translated Another gorgeous baby girl → charles_leclerc Grazie Fratello ❤️ translated Thankyou Brother → youruser Grazie Chilli ❤️

leclerc_pascale Another granddaughter to spoil ❤️❤️ → youruser I fear you'll put Char out of a job Maman 😂 → charles_leclerc you cannot spoil her as much as me! 😠❤️

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charles_leclerc My Precious Girls, how your Papa loves you

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youruser My Loves 😭❤️

user Another classic Charles "Girl Dad" Leclerc moment → user omg I saw them the other day and the way Charles looks at Lori and ChiChi 😍🥰 user Charles is so in love with his girls it make me feel warm and fuzzy inside → youruser makes me wanna have another lmao → user SO REAL FOR THIS → charles_leclerc oh? 😏😏

lilymhe Why can't we have this? /alex_albon → alex_albon our sons are literally your personal bodyguards... I can't even kiss you without their permission → charles_leclerc he misses you 😂😂

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youruser 3 is a magic number

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pierregasly Do you guys ever stop? → youruser who? → pierregasly you and charles → youruser no i mean who asked?

user has anybody noticed that the age gap between each leclerc baby is basically the EXACT same as the leclerc brothers? → user OMG I WAS GONNA SAY youruser before you ask lovey /user once again we're waiting for the birth ❤️ → user honestly at this point i think everyone knows it's gonna be a girl liked by youruser user Okay, they definitely have a theme going on here with Lorenzo and Lorelei, and then literally Charles and Charlène. this one is gonna be named after Arthur i know it

charles_leclerc One more after this? → youruser no <3

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youruser Say hello to our newest arrival, Artemis Marinette Helena Pascale Leclerc ❤️❤️ born on October 15 2030 For the third time, Charles and I invite you to meet our (now complete) family! Just as we did with little Lori and Baby ChiChi, Mini Artie's face will be hidden until she can tell us otherwise. Forever grateful that everyone is so understanding of all our daughters' privacy, thank you all so much! get ready to see a whole bunch of the Leclerc Sisters on your feed from now on❤️

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carlossainz55 I can't keep commenting in another language now, you used all three that I know → charles_leclerc sounds like a you problem mate → youruser be grateful we're only having three kids Carlos

sebastianvettel One more for the collection → youruser my daughters are not like your cars and their bond girl names → charles_leclerc i'll be honest, i did laugh a little

LeclercLorenzo Some might say I... called it. → youruser don't even, you knew when we told you about naming Little Lori → LeclercLorenzo let me live in my delusion

kimimatiasraikkonen 👍 → youruser never change Kimi ❤️

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charles_leclerc At least Mini Artie likes to kart 🫠❤️

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georgerussell63 I think it's hilarious that not even your mini me likes karting → youruser it is the funniest thing to watch as Char sulks because of it → pierregasly I can only imagine 😂😂 → charles_leclerc what is this, bully Charles day?

user Mini Artie is gonna carry on the family legacy → user can you imagine omg youruser come back home the kids miss you → user i had to double check that this was ACTUALLY the mother of his children liked by charles_leclerc, pierregasly, youruser and others user I see no one else has realised that all three of the girls birthdays are THE DAY AFTER the person they're named after. → youruser believe me, that wasn't planned ((it was harder to plan than it should've been))

youruser I love you so much Char. Best father, best husband ❤️ → charles_leclerc Je t'aime encore plus, Ma Chère. Best mother, Best wife ❤️ translated I love you more, My Dear

holy shit that was long jesus christ.

uhhhhhh hope you enjoyed? reblogs and likes would be much appreciated because this took me SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO

#formula 1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc instagram au #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc #reblog with tags i missed please and thank you

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hayatoseyepatch · 1 month ago

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𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: Nagi never made a big deal about the holidays, not something he had partaken in, but there was one tradition you had started with him that he could never resist. I mean what were the holidays without some sweets after all?

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻: Seishiro Nagi (Blue Lock)

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2.3k

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼: Nagi x Fem!Reader 𝓒𝔀: Minor food play (icing), praise, use of petnames, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, marking, written with plus sized reader in mind.

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: Happy Holidays loves! This is my entry for the @pixelcafe-network's Secret Santa event as a present for @nagis-wife. The way I was so EXCITED to write this for you bambina I tried real hard to keep it a secret ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა Honestly Nagi was so much fun to write for and I hope you enjoy my love!

Nagi catches a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, the subtle way your tongue pokes between plump lips, a total look of concentration decorating your features as you pipe a line of icing on the border of your gingerbread house. Nagi’s parents had taken the “hands off” approach to parenting, meaning the holidays were often not something to be made a big deal of with their constant travel. Christmas had not really been anything more than some presents arriving at the doorstep of his apartment. So even into his late twenties, as he was now, he had never made the most of the holiday. The most he got was a paper star that sat on top of his cactus with some string lights.

You, yourself, hadn’t been the most festive person in the world. But the idea of Nagi having never engaged in any holiday festivities pulled on even your grinchy heartstrings. Your family may not have had much, and maybe the most you had to look forward to on Christmas was the tradition of your mom’s pancakes, but you wouldn’t give that up for all the presents in the world knowing what you could have been missing out on. So here you both sat, fully decked out in festive attire at your dining room table decorating gingerbread houses. It had become a tradition for you both throughout the years of your relationship, a little competition of sorts. Feeding into his ego to have a friendly wager to who could make the best house.

It was almost comical to look over at your boyfriend, his white hair fully pulling together the Santa suit you insisted he wore for the evening. While you looked at him with mirth, he was looking at you with a hunger for more than the sweets scattered across the table. The short elf costume dress hugged your curves in a way he couldn’t simply disregard. His mouth all but watering as he let his gaze slide down your form. The elastic of the red and green striped thigh high socks that you wore rested against plump thighs, making the flesh at the top more accentuated in such a way it made his heart race in his chest.

“Shiro? You’ve barely touched your house, at this rate I’m gonna win!”

Your voice held a teasing edge, completely unaware of the war waging in Nagi’s mind, his self control hanging by a thread. His cookie house was barren in comparison to yours, him too distracted by the way your finger slipped past plush lips to clean some icing that had dripped onto your skin. His daze broken by the sound of your phone blaring with an alarm, notifying you both that the gingerbread men that had been baking, the final touches to your houses, were ready to be pulled from the oven. Nagi watched with rapt attention as you sauntered your way to the oven, your outfit swaying with your movements, lis tongue slipping past his lips to moisten the dry skin as you bent over to retrieve the cookies from the oven. Eyes locked on the subtle lift of your skirt revealing more of the delicate skin of your thighs, the same ones if he really focused, he could see the faded markings between them that his mouth had left a few nights prior.

As if on autopiliot, Nagi stood to his feet, stalking behind you in the kitchen. You couldn't help but notice the heat of his gaze, the way his eyes seemed to drink in every curve of your body.

"Those do smell amazing," he said, stepping closer to you. He leaned in behind you as if all at once, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke. "Almost as amazing as you look right now."

His hand brushed against your lower back, sending a shiver down your spine. You straightened up, turning to face him with a blush on your cheeks.

"Seishiro, they’re hot you cant have them they’re still hot.” you said, playfully swatting at his chest. "Now, let's decorate these babies. I have sprinkles and everything."

You said, a weak attempt to salvage your evening, knowing by the way his tone had dipped that the cookies were the last thing on his mind, You set the cookies on the counter with shaky hands as Nagi fully moved in behind you, his body pressed against your back effectively pinning you to the counter. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the strength in his arms as he reached around you to grab the icing bag that rested on the counter.

"I have a better idea," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "Why don't we decorate each other instead?"

His hands slid up your sides, his fingers teasing the hem of your skirt. His large hands rested on your hips, turning you to face him. You gasped, your heart racing as you turned in his arms to face him. Your eyes met, the air between you charged with tension and unspoken desires. "Seishiro..." you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What are you doing, Shiro?" He smiled at your response, lips curling in satisfaction at the tremble in your voice, his eyes dark with desire.

"What do you want me to do, princess?"

His hands reached up as he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches from yours. He can see it, the way your eyes drop to his lips. Can hear the way you swallow heavily in anticipation before he closed the gap separating you both. Nagi’s lips claim your own, his hand curling around the base of your neck to pull you even deeper into the embrace. The kiss was filled with need, desperation to feel your skin against his own. But this wasn’t a primal need, he felt it down to his molecules. He wanted you, needed to keep his hands on you, whether that was just in a simple holding of your hand or something more he couldn’t care less he just knew that he didn’t want you to slip through his fingers. Didn’t want to risk not feeling the euphoria of kissing your lips. It almost pulls a whine from his lips when you pull away, resisting the urge to surge forwards once more.

Hie eyes stared into your own as they fluttered open once more, hands slipping beneath your knees to perch you on the countertop, reaching behind you to grasp the bag of icing A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he used the other hand to guide your head back, exposing the delicate skin of o=your neck to him, piping a trail of icing along the column of your throat. Dipping his head down, he wastes no time letting his tongue follow the work he had just created. The sweetness of the icing combined with the taste of your skin had him rolling his eyes back. The feeling of your hand pushing the hat from his head as your fingers entangle themselves in his hair. Graning against your skin, Nagi laps up all of the sweetness that once coated your skin, trailing his lips down further, his free hand curling against the hem of the skimpy dress that concealed your breasts form the descent of his hungry mouth. Tugging down the fabric in one swift motion, he groans, pulling back to admire the exposed skin of your chest.

“So fucking beautiful, bunny.” He growls, eyes devouring you as lust swims in their stormy depths. He relishes in the way your nipples pebble due to the exposure to the cold air.

“And all fucking mine.”

As if to emphasize the sincerity of his words he brings the icing bag to the skin that lay right above your breasts, sloppily writing out the kanji of his name before tucking down and capturing a perked bud between his lips, tongue lolling against it, coming to a point to flick at the sensitive area before letting his teeth capture it. Pulling his head back to tug until releasing, pupils blows wide seeing the bounce of the plush flesh he was rewarded with. He was quick to give the other nipple the same treatment. Hands trailing from your ankles to your knees, forcing your legs apart further under his strong grip. He groans into your chest as he feels your hands on him hand making a trail up the inside of your thigh, thumb pressing against the hood of your clit before rubbing slow agonizing circles against your drenched center. His lips pull from the swell of your breast kissing up a trail to your ear, making no move to touch the icing that marked your skin.

“I was gonna be a nice boyfriend and get you all prepped to take my cock, bunny.”

He groans, pushing your panties to the side and sliding two fingers past your entrance with ease, curling them in just the way he knows would have your back arching. “But with the way this greedy cunt is sucking in my fingers I don’t think I’ll even need to do that will I baby?”

His chuckle is deep and almost cruel in your ear, Nagi wasted no time pushing the band of his sweats down to his thighs, cock springing against his abdomen, twitching at your following words. He leans forward palm resting against the counter as he cages in your form. Using is other to grab his cock at the base, rubbing it past your slickened folds, swiping the mushroom tip up your slit collecting your wetness, not that he needed the aid to slide in, being sure to nudge your clit with each pass. Having had enough of his own teasing he slides into your opening. Head falling back deep groan stumbling from his lips With one roll of his hips he was buried to the base feeling your walls suffocating all of him, head falling to the crook of your neck as he groans.

“Fuck princess, she’s sucking me in so good, god this cunt was made for me wasn’t it baby?”

Now that he was sunk completely in hie gives an experimental snap of his hips, the resulting pleas falling from your lips guiding each motion of his hips. He picks up the pace, angling his hips just right to nudge your clit with his pelvis. His hands hook under your knees, pulling you toward him until your ass was hanging off the counter so he could lay you back. Taking advantage of the new angle, Nagi presses your knees to your chest. The deeper angle also allowing you to be even more exposed to his hungry gaze, eyes locked on where you both met. Mesmerized by the mouth watering sight of his cock disappearing inside of you with each passing surge of his hips. Groaning a long growl of your name and a slew of profanities as the sound skin against skin and the squelching wetness of your cunt fills the kitchen.

“You hear that princess? How wet my cunt is for me angel?”

His hips don't falter, he keeps up his speed, though each snap of his hips hitting deeper with each pass, angling his hips just right to find that sensitive spot deep inside your walls, grinning maliciously when he does so, stealing any response you could have formed from your lips. He removes one hand from your knee, thumb swiping some of the icing that dripped down your skin. Once coated, slotting itself between your lips, eyes rolling back when your tongue circles the digit instinctually. His eyes roll back as you look up into his own, making a show of cleaning the digit and effectively coating it in your saliva.

“So sweet Sei, fuck. Need more daddy please.”

The desperation laid in your tone is more than enough to inspire his movements, especially when spoken around the skin of his digit still lodged between your lips. He slides the finger from your mouth, using the coated wetness as lubrication to rub tight circles on your clit. Hips picking up pace in time with the kneading. His lips leave your throat capturing a sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking on it harshly, aiming to overstimulate all of your sensitive spots in tandem. Nagi out a loud growl of your name as the drag of your nails incorporated pain into the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. The coil had been tight in his abdomen, but he would hold out, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall over the edge before you had. He picks up the pace once more, thrusts growing sloppy under the pleasure. His thumb quickens its pace pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. Gon on princess, come for me wanna feel those pretty walls clamp down on my cock.

“Fuck, bunny, just like that princess… Go ahead, come for me angel, gonna fill this pussy so good baby, gonna have you dripping. Go on baby fucking.. come. for. me.”

He accentuates every word with a deep harsh snap of his hips. He groans loud and deep feeling your walls slam down on his cock eyes rolling back as whines and whimpers fall from his lips as your own release triggers his own. His body trembles violently as he topples over the edge painting your walls white. He slows his thrusts, body shaking as he overstimulates you both just a little bit before his hips finally still. He releases your legs, quick to readjust your form wrapping you around him pressing a long loving kiss to your lips. He grips your thighs in strong hands, carrying you with ease back to the couch, resting you against him. Fingers carding through your hair as you rest against his chest, pressing a loving kiss to the dip of your temple.

“So, did I win our little decorating contest, or do you think we need a rematch?”

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics & @/cafekitsune.

#blue lock #blue lock smut #bllk smut #bllk imagines #nagi seishiro #seishiro nagi #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #nagi smut #nagi seishiro smut #seishiro nagi smut #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #nagi x reader #nagi blue lock #blue lock nagi #nagi x y/n #✐ᝰ. — samwrites

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theodorenottwhore · 1 year ago

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cheating on your bf with Theodore nott:

• texts you while you’re sat with your boyfriend and his friends

“I wonder if he makes you feel as good as I do”

“I know you love it when i’m buried deep inside that tight little pussy”

“I love the way your eyes roll back when I fuck you with my tongue Amore mio”

“I can see you limping baby, did I fuck you that good?”

• loves it when you get jealous seeing him flirt with other girls

“who the hell is she Theo?”

“mm don’t worry bambina, you’re the only one whose pussy is ever gonna be wrapped around my cock”

• purposely leaves hickies scattered on your body, hoping your boyfriend notices them

“Theo d-don’t, he’ll s-see” you’d whimper, nails digging into his arms.

“then I guess you better not let him touch you baby” he’d chuckle, plunging his fingers back inside your wet pussy.

• Meeting up whenever you can, sometimes even missing classes just so he can fuck you

“fucking take it slut, take this cock” he’d groan, thrusting his hips against yours so hard that the shelf behind you in the broomcloset would fall to the ground.

“T-Theo fuck someone might find u-us” you’d cry, tears running down your cheeks while he’d be rutting into you.

“let them, let them see how much you love to be fucked by me, let them see how deep I am inside this tight little cunt”

• Theo’s friends know that you two are seeing each other and will help cover you when needed.

• loves loves loves making sure your clothes smell of smoke, everybody knows Theo is addicted to cigarettes and he knows for a fact that your boyfriend will question you when your robes smell

•loves to take pictures of you either covered in his cum or sucking his cock

“I knew this mouth was good for something”

• has a huge breeding kink

“mmm fuck look at my cum dripping out of you baby”

“gonna fill you with my cum

• his favourite positions are: doggy, missionary (so he can watch you fall apart, cowgirl (he loves to watch your tits bounce) g-whizz, tabletop

•fingers you while you have class together (your both partners in potions), your boyfriend sits in front of you

“I can’t hold it” you’d whimper, twitching in your seat. you’d try to hold yourself together but end up letting out tiny whimpers that thankfully and surprisingly aren’t heard over snape drawing on.

“then don’t, cum for me baby, soak my fingers while your boyfriend is sat just in front of us” he .loves.to.suck.your.juices.off.of.his.fingers

• loves public sex, his favourite places are: the common room, library ( because it’s so quiet and he loves to see you try and be silent) astronomy tower, boys locker room (specifically against your boyfriends locker)

•sometimes he lets mattheo and blaise watch if they walk into their shared dorm and catch them in the act.

“look at her, taking my cock so fucking well”

•is a huge🍒guy, he loves sucking your tits

• you both end up fucking at least 5 times a week.

•is very possessive over you and sometimes results in him fighting your boyfriend simply because he touched you.

“you. thrust. belong. thrust. to thrust. me”

ahhh I hope you guys enjoyed this!! would you like to see more of this content?

Idk why but Theo and cheating just goes so well together😭🤚🏻

#blaise zabini #theodore nott smut #draco malfoy #harry potter #fourth wing #theo nott #draco malfoy smut #lorenzo zurzolo #theodore nott #poly!marauders smut #harry potter smut #theo nott smut #cheating

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lottiesboy · 3 months ago

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take your baby to work day!!

pairing: cg!melissa schemmenti x fem!little!reader

summary: it’s a teacher’s work day, so melissa brings you to work with her.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!melissa, reader regressed to 2-4 years old, melissa’s friends being nice to you :33

for @criblovr's fic trade :3

“ready to go, bambi?” melissa buckled your seatbelt. you nodded, smiling as you held your stuffie to your chest. “gonna go to mama job!”

“that’s right, baby girl!” she smiled back. the drive to the school wasn’t very long, melissa keeping you occupied with playing some of your favorite songs in the car.

it was a teacher’s work day at abbott, so there were no kids there, just teachers. and you were regressed, so melissa thought it was the perfect day to finally take you to work with her.

you were actually really shy about meeting melissa’s coworkers, but she reassured you that they’re gonna be super nice to you. you held onto melissa as she talked to barbara, hiding behind her.

“and who’s this?” barbara smiled. melissa rubbed your back. “don’t be shy, sweets. you know barb, right?” you nodded, waving politely. you’ve hung out with melissa’s co-workers when you were big, so you were a little nervous for them to see you little.

“hi, sweetheart. are you excited to hang out with your mama today? i bet you are.” barbara talked to you just how she talked to her students. she thought it was adorable how clingy you were towards melissa.

after melissa talked with barbara a little more, the two of you walked to her classroom. “mama class pretty.” she let you sit at her desk, smiling at you spinning around in her chair.

“i’m glad you like it, bambina. you wanna help mama with some work?” you nodded, melissa giving you some worksheets to sort for her students.

after you two were done, it was time for lunch. melissa grabbed your lunch bags off her desk and walked to the teacher’s lounge. the whole gang was there talking about god knows what.

“oh, hey melissa!” janine smiled. “and, hey little one.” janine waived at you and you shyly waived back. “you’re so shy, bambi. it’s okay. mama’s friends are nice, right?” you nodded, letting melissa unzip your lunch bags and pull out your food.

“eat your sandwich, baby girl.” she encouraged. your little self began to warm up melissa’s friends, you and janine talking up a storm.

“looks like my little chatterbox found someone to get along with.” melissa smiled. “wait, where’s ava? isn’t she supposed to be here?” jacob turned around, confused.

“apparently, she took today off because this is a teacher’s work day, not a principal’s work day.” gregory sipped his coffee while others groaned and some laughed.

after you finished your food, you tugged on melissa’s sleeve. “what’s up, baby girl?”

“candy, mama.” you pointed at the vending machine. seeing that ate all your food like a big girl, she gave you a couple dollars and let you walk up to the machine.

you put the dollars in all by yourself but you had some trouble picking what you wanted. melissa looked back, seeing how adorably deep into thought you were.

you pressed the button for your candy bar, tapping your feet as you waited for it to fall down the slot, but it got stuck. you whined, tearing up because you didn’t get your special treat.

melissa went to comfort you, but gregory swooped in before you started crying. “hold on. it’s okay.” he reassured you before shaking the machine a little. he shook the machine with all his might until your candy bar finally dropped down.

you squealed and grabbed your treat happily, your tears forgotten. “what do you say to gregory, bambi?” melissa smiled. “thank you.” you smiled shyly, gregory smiling back and giving you a pat on the head.

you sat in melissa’s lap now, eating your candy and kicking your feet a little. you had gotten the chocolate all over your face and hands, making melissa clean your face with a baby wipe. barbara watched the entire scene play out in front of her, thinking it was the most precious thing.

soon, it was time to go home and time for your nap. you sleepily waved goodbye to everyone, whining for melissa to pick you up. “you had fun today, sleepy girl?” she rubbed your back, feeling you nod against her shoulder. when she got to her car, she put you in and strapped your seatbelt.

“oh my goodness,,, mama’s got the sleepiest little girl in the world in her car, huh?” melissa watched as you cuddled your stuffie and your little eyes fluttered shut, falling asleep as soon as melissa left the parking lot.

#age regression #sfw agere #age regression sfw #sfw regression #age regressor #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #abbott elementary #abbott elementary agere #agere #mine

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nottswitch · 4 months ago

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Ahhhh thank you sm for the follow and congrats on 1k, sweets!🖤 Can I do number 30 with Theo and make it smuuuuutttty as fuck🥵🥵🥵

Smut slut til the end of time

thank you babe, and yesss, we’re moots now 💘 you ask for smut and i shall deliver pure filth! also a smut slut thank you very much

30. "oh, fuck me."

warnings: 18+ mdni, oral (f receiving), pussy slapping, overstimulation, degradation/praise, begging, restraining, cursing

⟡ navigation ; m.lists ; theo m.list ; prompts (closed)

you didn’t know how much time had passed – maybe minutes, maybe hours. all you knew was the fact that your pussy was practically on fire, throbbing and aching with need as theo’s face was buried between your thighs, bringing you to yet another edge that evening. it was a wonder theo was holding out himself, considering that his cock was practically bursting out of his boxers and staining them with precum. he was enjoying every second of it, though.

your mewls grew in volume and intensity when you felt the peak approaching for probably the tenth time in the last hour. theo felt your legs starting to tremble and your thighs clenching around his face, which prompted him to remove his mouth from your cunt, giving you a bite on your inner thigh in the process.

"theo, please," you sobbed, your hands desperately gripping his green and silver tie restraining your wrists against the headboard of his bed. he chuckled, looking at you with a condescending gaze, his hungry eyes flicking between your flushed and sweaty face and your glistening center.

"please?" he drawled, the tip of his tongue sticking out to drag along your pussy, spreading your folds slightly, but not reaching the clit. "please what, tesoro?" he asked, his voice almost tender, betrayed by his cocky smirk at the sight of your shaking thighs.

"cum…" you muttered, your speech slurred after minutes upon minutes of moaning and whimpering for him. "wanna cum, theo, please…" you tugged at the tie again, your hips desperately jerking up to try meeting his mouth, his hands, anything at all.

"you wanna cum, bambina?" theo’s voice was mockingly surprised, as if you hadn’t been begging him to let you cum for ages now. "and how would you like to cum, hm? my mouth? my fingers? my cock?" he added thoughtfully, as if your decision actually mattered. not that it didn’t – he just knew that at this point, you’d be happy to cum humping his shoe if he allowed it.

"anything, teddy, anything…" you whined, your hips thrashing along the sheets and leaving wrinkled traces behind them. theo gave them a firm squeeze, pinning your body against the bed to prevent you from getting the forbidden friction even accidentally.

his hands hooked around your inner thighs, his thumbs moving up and down your outer folds and clasping around your clit through them. you sobbed again, feeling little needles of pleasure numbing your legs and lower stomach, but not giving anything more – just like theo wanted. he stared intently at the wetness dripping out of you and spread your folds out, opening up your entrance to his eyes as well. a quiet chuckle left his lips once he saw your hole, tightening and loosening around thin air in search of something to clench around.

"greedy little cunt," he drawled, raising his eyebrow at you, as if to make you answer for your neediness. as if he wasn’t the one edging you for at least an hour straight. you mewled in response, your mind already too out of it to properly think of something to say. your cheeks and neck were properly hot right now as you felt embarrassment creeping somewhere into your barely functioning consciousness at being exposed like that. but you didn’t really care, not when he was so close to where you absolutely ached for him.

"such a slutty little thing for me, principessa." a light slap right on your cunt brought you back to physical world, but barely. it wasn’t hard enough to cause any substantial pain, but just the right amount to remind you of your place, of the way you were theo’s needy slut through and through. his thumbs returned to massaging your clit through your folds, slipping and sliding around due to your pussy being completely drenched. "you want my cock, tesoro? want me to fill this pretty little pussy up?"

"oh, fuck me," you somehow managed to moan out, the pitch of your voice heightening. "please, theo, please please please… need your cock…" you mumbled, your lips barely able to move from the mind-numbing, teasing lack of proper pleasure applied to your throbbing clit by theo’s fingers. you felt drool trickling down your cheek from the corner of your mouth and creating a wet spot on the satin pillowcase under your head, but you couldn’t really wipe it away due to your hands still tightly constricted by the slytherin tie on the headboard.

theo shook his head, as if scolding a petulant child. your state, fucked out without actually having been fucked, amused and aroused him, and he felt his own need twitching between his legs. as much as he loved making you lose your mind from how horny he was rendering you, he thought he (and you) had had enough. he gave your pussy another light slap before starting to slowly crawl up your body, his lips leaving a sloppy trail over your stomach, chest, collarbones… he knew he wouldn’t let you go anytime soon.

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taelophone · 15 days ago

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toxic!baby-daddy!Luigi x reader. Reader asks lu to come over at her place to watch their child. Little does he know is that reader is getting ready for a date.

The tension in the air was palpable as Luigi walked into your apartment, tossing his green cap onto the counter. His cocky grin faltered when he saw you bustling around, makeup half-done, hair styled, and a sleek dress hanging on the back of a chair. It wasn’t the usual “mom” look he was used to seeing you in, and it immediately put him on edge.

“What’s all this?” he asked, nodding toward the dress as he picked up your daughter, who was excitedly reaching for him.

“None of your business, Luigi,” you shot back, heading into the kitchen to grab something. You didn’t bother looking at him because you knew his eyes were already narrowing with suspicion.

“Don’t play with me, bella. You’re all dolled up like that for a reason,” he said, his tone sharp. His daughter giggled in his arms, oblivious to the tension. “Who you tryin’ to impress?”

You let out an exasperated sigh, brushing past him toward your room. “Worry about watching your daughter, Luigi, not about me. That’s why you’re here, right?”

The door clicked shut behind you before he could respond. He scowled but bit his tongue. He wasn’t about to start a fight in front of their kid. Instead, he flopped onto the couch, pulling out his phone as he half-heartedly entertained your daughter with her favorite toy.

But as the minutes passed, his irritation grew. He couldn’t shake the image of you getting ready, looking better than he wanted to admit, and brushing him off like he was some babysitter. His gut twisted with jealousy, but he kept his cool until his daughter innocently dropped the bombshell.

“Mommy’s going on a date!” she chirped, grinning.

Luigi froze, his grip tightening slightly on the toy. “What did you say, bambina?”

She smiled, clearly proud of her knowledge. “She’s going with a man! He was nice. He brought me a toy last time! Mommy said he’s cool.”

That was it. Luigi’s jaw clenched so tightly it ached, but he forced a smile for his daughter’s sake. “Oh, yeah? Mommy said that, huh? Alright, sweetheart, you keep playing. I’ll be right back.”

He stood, storming toward your bedroom with his fists clenched. He didn’t bother knocking, slamming the door open instead.

“You’re going on a what?” he snapped, his voice low but venomous.

You whipped around, startled but not surprised by his audacity. “Luigi, what the hell? I told you it’s none of your business!”

“The hell it ain’t my business!” he barked, stepping closer, his presence filling the small space. “You think it’s cool to bring some random guy around our kid? Letting her get attached to some clown you just met?”

“First of all,” you spat, stepping toe-to-toe with him, “he’s not some random guy. He’s a nice man, something you wouldn’t know anything about! And second, I’m allowed to move on, Luigi! You don’t get to waltz in here like you care!”

His eyes darkened, and his voice dropped to a dangerous level. “Move on? You think you can move on? You think I’m just gonna let some other man play daddy to my kid? You’re outta your damn mind.”

You scoffed, turning back to the mirror to finish applying your lipstick. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Luigi. You’ve been doing whatever the hell you want with whoever you want. Why shouldn’t I?”

That was the last straw. In two strides, he was behind you, grabbing your wrist and spinning you around to face him. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm, his eyes blazing with anger and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“You don’t need another man,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “You got me, whether you like it or not.”

“Luigi—” you started, but he cut you off, his lips crashing against yours in a heated, aggressive kiss that took your breath away. You pushed against his chest, but his arms only tightened around you, pulling you closer as he asserted himself in a way that made your head spin.

“Don’t play with me, bella,” he murmured against your lips, his tone dark and commanding. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And you’re not going on that damn date.”

Your heart was racing, a mix of anger, confusion, and undeniable heat coursing through you. “You don’t get to decide that,” you snapped, though your voice wavered.

“The hell I don’t,” he shot back, his hand moving to cup your face. “You can try to fight it all you want, but you know you’re not walking out that door tonight. Not for him. Not for anyone.”

The two of you stood there, locked in a battle of wills, his dominance radiating off him in waves. Part of you wanted to push him away, to stand your ground and show him he couldn’t control you. But another part—the part that still had feelings for the man who drove you insane—was dangerously close to giving in.

Sorry got carried away lol

-💋anon

OHHHH MY GODDD LITERAL JAW DROP THIS WAS SO TEA🙏🏽

#`*♡ tae’s inbox #luigi mangione thoughts #💋anon

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mediumgayitalian · 1 year ago

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part one

———

Nico’s memory is…screwy.

The Lethe warped things, but the body stores memory in strange ways. The only image he has of his mother is the gentle swish of her skirts as Zeus incinerated her, the echo of her fond scoff and curled r’s. Even that memory was shown to him. Most of his childhood memories are from the Lotus Casino, really, running after Bianca through the flashing games and then running away from her, laughing, when she forbid him from driving on the racetrack. His sister is the centre of his memories. He keeps them under lock and key, buried in the same place he keeps Mythomagic stats and his constant string of fear.

(The key is rusted and the lock is loose. He sees her in every mirror, now, in every mirror. She was pretty. Beautiful. He always thought so. She hid herself in too-large sweaters and shapeless skirts, crooked stockings and her floppy green hat. Kept her hand curled around his, turned away from the boys who smiled at her, touched her shoulders. She was his entire world, and he is beginning to realize that he was her world, too, only she had no one to care for her. It makes Nico ache to think about, the tears he sometimes saw welling up in her dark eyes, the creases in her angular, beautiful face. Her pain is as familiar in his reflection as the shape of her nose, identical to his.)

(Gorgeous, Will called him.)

Warped as his memories are, Nico isn’t completely stranded — he has dreams.

His dreams, although rare, are clear. He is a spectator of himself, and voyeur of his own life. He does not remember Venice, does not remember his bedroom, the country side, the kitchen table. But he remembers every dream he has.

Including, embarrassingly, a lecture that had both him and Bianca red-cheeked and scowling.

“You-a smart, bambina,” Maria had said to Bianca, squeezing her chin with flour-covered hands. “Una belladonna giovane, si, Niccolò?”

Nico had snickered into his hands, legs kicking, looking at his sister cross-eyed with his tongue sticking out.

“Bianca è una picchia,” Nico had teased, repeating his mother’s words from the last time she’d been scolded. “Una piantagrane!”

Bianca’s eyes had flashed. “Nico, I’m gonna sell your stupido toys —”

“Sonno worries forra my Bianca,” Maria had interrupted, eyebrows raised. “Ragazzi comma running. But you, Niccolò.” She dragged him back by the cuff of his shirt, cutting off his escape attempts. ““È importante, capisci? Lookame. Niccolò. Lookame.”

He spent a lot of time fidgeting, he remembers. Bouncing off the walls.

His mother was patient.

“You gonna be uno marito, un giorno. Gonna marry a nice-a girl. You gotta sai come fate.”

He wakes up from the dream embarrassed.

He knows why it was brought from the depths of his subconscious. He’s not dense. But he wishes, as he rips the sheets off his sweaty body, that it had stayed in those stupid trenches.

His mother’s raspy, cigarette-smoker voice twists with Will’s smooth rumble: You gonna be uno marito, one day. I’ve had a crush on you for forever.

He buries his burning face in his knees. What is Will’s problem. Who says that?

Nico has had crushes before. Telling Percy made him nauseous for three days. And Will just — said it. Said it!

He rolls onto the floor, refusing to think about it any longer. He has things to do today. Children to humble. He cannot afford — distractions.

Of course, he is distracted anyway.

He hears the kids in his sword fighting class whisper to themselves. They usually do, but there’s an audible difference to it; they sound more like the giggling naiads than nervous kids. Nico spends all three of his classes tense as a rod, stiffer than he usually is a suffering for it.

He dismisses each one of his classes early.

By lunchtime, he’s exhausted. He’s tempted to skip all together, but yesterday he ran out of snacks, and if he skips two days in a row Will’ll come marching, which is the last thing he needs. He lingers in the amphitheatre, biting the inside of his thumb, weighing his options. Eat with a crowd of people, go hungry.

In the end, the choice is made for him.

He startled when his name is called by a group of people, each with similar levels of enthusiasm. Leo, Piper, Jason, and Annabeth — Percy is with his mom this week, Nico recalls — approach him, waving.

“We are flagrantly breaking the rules and eating at Jason’s table,” Piper says, smiling. “Sit with us.”

She says it like an offer, but Nico has a feeling it’s more of a command. He nods, hesitantly falling in step with Annabeth.

(His friendship with her startled him. So many years seething with jealousy, simmering with misplaced hate and pain; only to find out she’s stubborn, like he is, and kinda cagey. She knows what it’s like growing up glancing over your shoulder. They stand the same, shoulders loose but knees locked; and eat the same, like they’ll never see food again. She knows when to let him have his silence. He knows when to let her have her space.)

She nods at him, smiling slightly. Her grey hairs are dyed with pink, today. It clashes horribly with her camp shirt. It suits her.

“Kids do alright today?”

“Yeah.”

“Harley blow anything up?”

“Yeah.”

“Impressive, that one.”

Nico smiles. “Yeah.”

They’re the last ones to the dining pavilion. Most tables are already full, conversations rising and lulling, food disappearing from plates. Several people duck close to their friends as they walk by, whispering. Nico pretends not to notice, pretends not to see Annabeth’s frown.

“Nico! Hey! I was just about to come find ya!”

Tripping in his haste to get up from his table — or maybe over his snickering sister’s extended foot — Will bounds up to meet him, hair flopping into his eyes, grin wide and blinding.

Nico’s palms begin to sweat.

“Will,” he acknowledges, after a beat too long.

Will doesn’t seem to notice.

(Everyone else does.)

“Just wanted to let you know that I was up last night digging through the records, and I found a hymn that’ll fix up your face faster. Not that it needs fixing.” He winks, or maybe tries to. What he really does is blink both eyes, beam so bright it forces smile lines. Nico goes bright red. “So just drop by whenever! I’m not on duty today, but it’s cool, just come find me. Better sooner than later, right?”

He doesn’t wait for Nico’s response, already half turned away by the end of his sentence. “See ya!” he shouts, too loud for the limited size of the dining pavilion, already stumbling back to his table, halfway through a new conversation with Austin. He watches him, amused, indulging.

“So,” says a teasing voice, dragging out the vowel, gleeful. Nico turns to find four identical smirks. “He sounded eager.”

“Nope,” Nico says immediately, turning back the way he came. His face continues to grow exponentially more red, which at this point must be some kind of hazard. “Food is overrated. I’m gonna —”

“Oh, no you don’t,” and then there’s a hand clenched in the back of his jacket, pulling, and four echoing cackles, and he’s dragged over to Jason’s table kicking and hissing. “Time for you to spill.”

———

part three

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