#also yes they have expressed the L Feelings but they tease each other about it

[borealtwilight]

24 ARTHORNE CUDDLING

BISH

“I don’t want to get up.”

“Then don’t.”

That’s bait. That’s bait, and I’m not gonna fall for it.

“Alright, I won’t.”

Idiot.

Artemis heaved a sigh, albeit one that was more directed at herself than at her boyfriend. She could have gotten up. She technically should have. But at that point in time, the only thing she wanted in the entire galaxy was to keep lying there, snuggled securely in Gabriel’s embrace, face buried in the crook of his neck. It was incredibly self-indulgent, but she didn’t care.

His voice was a low rumble in her ear, one of his legs was a solid weight wrapped around her hips and pressing into the small of her back, and one of his hands was playing with her hair. And he was warm and solid and so stars damned comfortable. So, yeah, she really wasn’t keen on getting out of bed.

“But, you were planning on running some Fours through the War Games, including Majestic, and I for one would very much enjoy seeing you hand their asses to them.”

She raised her head to glare at him. “I hate you.” He had a point, and he knew she knew that he was correct.

His answering grin was all too smug. “You love me.”

Reaching for the pillow beneath his head, she thumped it in his face.

“Denial is a river in Egypt.” Gabriel teased.

“Shut up.”

[rinneroraito]

muLtitasking

Work and pleasure don't mix, or do they? NSFW L x Female reader, 2K+ words, no protection

It's one of those nights for L ever since he has experienced you. Sure, it wasn't something he really sought out before, but there was the afterglow and the evident feeling of his mind being refreshed after a good session with you that he had come to appreciate the benefits of sex. He needs a quick reset, and he's quite sure you'll help him with it. Hopping off of his swivel chair, he makes his way to your side of the office.

"Y/N come with me, please,” He briefly glances at the other Task Force Members who were going about with their own duties. "I require your assistance."

You were in the middle of organizing files and have been looking for an excuse to get away from the boring menial task so as soon as L calls you out, you don't even care that some of the folders fall off the table when you leave your desk. He needed your assistance, and you knew exactly what he meant.

His lips find yours immediately after the door to his room closes. L holds your face close with both of his hands, palms flush against your cheeks, fingers caressing the outlines of your jaw, the underside of your ear. It’s something he had grown comfortable doing ever since you started being intimate with each other. You notice the faint taste of black tea on his tongue as the kiss grows deeper and then he suddenly pulls back, wide piercing eyes full of want gazing at you.

"My apologies for immediately starting, I haven't even asked properly yet. Would you like to have se-"

"Yes," you reply, cutting him off, feeling your cheeks burn from the blood rushing to your face. "Yes, I would like to. You don’t have to ask every time, silly."

“I know, but obtaining your consent every time is of paramount importance to me.”

“Alright… I mean, it is hot when you ask,” you reach out to rake the strands of hair on his forehead before settling your hand on his cheek. Despite the deep shadows under his eyes and his gaunt features, he was still extremely attractive. L closes his eyes at the warmth of your palm, god, you loved looking at him. You notice that his cheeks are slightly flushed. Seems like you weren’t the only one whose blood was rushing to places.

"Very well, thank you for indulging me," he answers, smiling slightly as he leads you to the bed.

After a few more kisses your clothes come away and L finds himself under you as you straddle him. He has openly expressed how he liked this arrangement because seeing you grind while on top of him was "a very stimulating experience" and "increases enjoyment by a factor of 90%" as he says. You dive into the crook of his neck, your breasts pressing firmly on his chest as you plant gentle kisses along the length of his throat. The feeling teases a sigh out of him that quickly turns into a hiss the moment your tongue starts making contact with his skin.

"Th-that feels.... Good," he says almost breathlessly, his hands firm on your hips as you gently edge your drenched pussy along his hardening cock. 

“You like that?”

"Y-yes, keep going… please…"

He's very vocal when you have sex, extremely appreciative, always telling you what feels good for him and also always making sure you feel good, too, when it's his turn to pleasure you. It's something you liked a lot about him, you never have to guess because he'll just tell you.

L writhes against the irresistible invitation of your wet cunt, finding just the right angle to take you in. He struggles at this for a bit because you've started digging your teeth lightly into his neck. You’re filling his senses right now and for a moment he considers that you might be all he needs, your touch, your scent, your taste. The way your mouth set fire on his skin, your fingers traversing the length of his arms, the way your hair caressed him as it fell over your faces and the faint scent of your shampoo. It’s addicting, you were addicting. The sensations are becoming unbearable at this point and he just wants to bury himself inside you where it's hot and wet and fills his head with something other than cases to be solved.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

"You don't need to say it, L just ah-"

Your sentence gets caught in your breath as he bucks into you, sheathing himself right at the hilt. There's a self-satisfied smile on his face when you look down at him as you straighten yourself away from his neck. He continues to stare at you when he pulls himself out and pushes himself back in, relishing in how easy it was for him to just sink himself inside you because of your sopping wetness, basking in the way your eyelids flutter and face contorted in pleasure.

"You f-feel... Incredible... Keep your eyes open for me, alright?"

"G-god, you’re… Haahn… Cheeky," you respond as his pace starts to pick up and you steady yourself on your arms.

Then, amidst the throes of passion within his dimly lit room, a blaring sound breaks. His ring tone.

There's evident annoyance on his face as he hears his phone. Could there have been something he has forgotten? Or maybe it's an important update? He halts from his motions and reaches down to the side of the bed where his jeans were, taking out his phone and an earpiece.

"Excuse me, it's Watari, I'll be needing to take this call."

"Oh, okay. Would you like me to get off of you?"

"No, just stay quiet for me," he presses the screen to his smartphone to take the call, places it right next to his head on the pillow and wears the earpiece on his right ear.

"Watari, talk to me." His grip returns to your waist, keeping you in place. Work was important, but so were getting you to finish. And since you’ve already started, L figured multitasking would be a good choice.

Your eyes widened as he resumed thrusting himself up into you while he conversed with his handler.

"That's good to know. Have you asked about how they'll be documenting it?"

His dark eyes stay on you as you bring a hand up to squeeze your mouth shut, his pace increasing. Was L really fucking you while talking about an important update in the investigation? Dear god, it's taking all of your concentration not to let a sound out. Your moans are converted into sharp exhales and he looks up at you, severely entertained by the state you were in.

"I advice that a camera should be on each prisoner as they write each other's name, also I might need to think up of a specific hmm," he hums softly, closing his eyes for a moment as he feels you clenching around his cock, "gesture for them to do to for further proof that it is indeed the pages from the notebook that executes them."

Seeing him get distracted for a moment instills some mischief in you and you lean down towards him, kissing his lips briefly before your tongue sought out his neck again. 

“Two can play that game,” you purr directly into his left ear before licking the shell-like structure of his helix.

L's breath caught in his throat as he listened to Watari's reply on the other end. He hears you giggling softly, his hold growing firmer around your hips as he thrusted himself deeper into you.

"Good. Could you please confirm which UN officials will be present for the viewing?"

The saltiness of his sweat fills your tongue as you slide it firmly along the groove of his neck. You could feel him struggle to keep his composure, his motions becoming erratic.

"Well," he exhales a quiet and ragged sigh before he continues speaking. "Kindly resend the invitation citing how extremely important their presence would be for the viewing. It is for their benefit also. We're going to need as many of the representatives if not all of them," his eyebrows knit as he pulls himself together, feeling your teeth graze the sensitive length of his throat. "To witness the notebook's capabilities. Yes, they can send a proxy, as long as there’s a representative."

It was honestly, extremely hot how L's still able to speak in his usual monotone and complete sentences even while you were in the midst of fornication. You trail your tongue further up his neck, into his ear again where you nibbled on his earlobe. He swallows a groan back as he feels your warm breath and mouth on his ear, his hips continuing to buck into you.

"Alright. Call me again when the rest of the representatives respond and the schedule is confirmed. Thank you."

The call ends and you whisper into his ear.

"Y-you're a menace, L..."

"Says the person who, ahn, made it more challenging for me to speak," he replies, his thrusts faster. "I could, mmh, feel that you were enjoying it as much as I was, you were, haah, contracting around me every time I spoke..."

You lean away from L's neck to look at him, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, eyes dark and glassy, mouth hanging open as he draws a breath every time he pumps his cock into your dripping pussy. He’s an electrifying mess right now, and the sight of him is enough to get you close to coming undone.

"Y-you're just so-oh, hot,” you manage to whimper out, muscles straining. His thrusts were desperate now, too, fingers digging into your sides. “F-fuck... L... coming..."

"Me too…” he cranes his neck forward to you, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. “K-kiss me right now, please..."

You meet his lips again in a heated kiss, tongues lapping each other up as he practically lifts himself off the bed to plunge himself into you as deep as he could go. Your moans are muffled into his mouth, knuckles turning white as you squeeze the pillowcase around his head, toes curling on his bedsheet as you feel him pulse right inside you filling you up, your walls contracting around him. L groans heavily into your lips, arms now wrapped so tight around your waist that it almost seemed like you were a part of him that he needed so he could keep himself together. You shudder into each other, savoring every second of blissful release.

A string of saliva connects you both briefly as you pull away and he eases himself back down on the bed, arms keeping you tethered to him, breathy sighs filling the corners of his room as your nerves lull into composure.

"I might need more than one round to clear my head,” He says after a few seconds of catching his breath. “I'm still thinking of work for some reason."

"No shit, Sherlock, you just took a call. So much for mixing work and pleasure."

“Ah, well, I didn’t want to interrupt what we had already started. It all worked out in the end, didn’t it? And you enjoyed yourself, too.”

“Good god, you’re impossible.” 

L chuckles briefly at your statement, a sound he seemed to reserve only for moments with you. Smiling down at him you take his phone from where he set it on his pillow and hand it to him.

"Don't take any more calls for the night, as much as that was extremely exciting earlier, it's not safe for work," you say, reaching for the earpiece on his ear and dropping it off to where his jeans were.

"Ooh, word play."

You share a quiet laughter as he manipulates the settings on his phone. He then tosses it to the side and invites you to kiss him again by pressing your back down towards him. He was still laughing when your lips met, so instead of kissing him deeper, you pepper his face with kisses instead. There was this giddy feeling beyond the afterglow that he couldn’t place yet but as you held his face in your hands and continued to peck his cheeks with your lips, all he knew was that this was a moment he needed. And that you, in all that you were, desired him just as much as he did.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Pedri nsfw alphabet

A to Z. NSFW alphabet.

—Pedri Gonzalez.

summary: request.

warnings: yes. +18. smut, explicit content, headcanon.

words count: +950.

A - after care (what is it like after sex?)

Too affectionate probably one of the most affectionate in the world. He likes to touch you, kiss your forehead, shoulders and nose, caress your back for hours after making love. He loves to whisper random things, laugh and have fun until you fall asleep.

B - body part (favorite part of your body and his)

In you everything but especially your mind. He thinks you are such a cool person, so smart, so special. The way you think, express yourself, free yourself, he admires you.

In him, it's probably his back. Since he knows it's your favorite part of him, he likes it when you leave your nails marked on it or when you hold on tightly to him.

C - cum (anything about cumming)

There is nothing deeper and purer than cumming inside you, he loves it. The sensation of feeling you so deep inside him, when he can feel your heat, your soul. Since the first time you tried, he never used protection again. As long as you take care of each other in other ways, he will always choose to end up inside you.

D - dirty secret (some dirty secret).

He really likes it when you wear sexual lingerie. It may not be that far-fetched but Pedri loves it when you feel sensual with your own body and that makes him feel good too.

E - experience (experience in sex)

Basic to normal. He's pretty traditional and knows a few things to make you feel good but maybe he lacks a little more experience and teachings.

F - favorite position (to fuck you)

Definitely vanilla sex. Missionary is his favorite position and he wouldn't trade it for anything. Although he likes it when you ride him, he prefers you to be underneath him.

G - goofy (how serious is he during sex?)

Serious. Too serious. Not much to say. Pedri is a man of principle and not at all teasing.

H - hair (how do he/you take care of his/your privacy?)

He downplays it a bit to the point that it's just a little hair. But he prefers it that way, it makes him feel manly and if it doesn't bother you, then he doesn't have a problem. As for you, he doesn't care either. He knows it's hurtful and time and money consuming, so he doesn't care if you have it or not, it's your choice.

I - intimacy (what is it like during sex?)

Very romantic and caring. He makes each session a unique and true experience of love and passion that leaves you completely in love with each other.

J - jack off (masturbation, how much do he/you masturbate?)

Not so much. On a scale of 1 to 10, it would be a 4. Especially when you're away from him and he wants to release tension or sometime for fun but it's not routine.

K - kink (fetishes during sex)

Seeing your eyes directly when he makes love to you, kissing your breasts, kneading them, sucking them. He's not a man of many fetishes but you riding his face might be one of his more recent fetishes.

L - location (places to have sex)

His room or yours. Somewhere private where both of you are comfortable and satisfied, he doesn't like open or public places, like kitchens, living rooms or exterior. He prefers a quiet place, where you can finish what you start and no one or nothing interrupts you.

M - motivation (what excites him/you?)

You kissing his neck gently is the main reason he might get turned on. He also likes it when you stroke the beginning of his hair at the nape of his neck with your fingers, it makes him relax and sometimes has side effects on him.

N - no (what wouldn't he do with you?)

Anything that involves hurting you or degrading you or using ugly nicknames. You are his light, he would never do anything to hurt you no matter if it's a game. He is a gentleman.

O - oral (how does he like to give/receive?)

He is probably more about giving than receiving, as he thinks his duty is to give you the maximum of pleasure, because he knows that sometimes women don't get pleasure from penetration, so he will see to it that you get what you deserve.

P - pace (how do he like to do it?)

Slow, romantic, gentle but deep and passionate. Occasionally he can be dirty and rough, especially if it's been a long time since you've seen each other, but he prefers to be more gentle and romantic.

Q - quickie (do he like quick sex?)

Yes. Sometimes he has a lot of needs and would accept that, although he would like you to have all the time to enjoy yourselves.

R - risk (would he take risks? which ones?)

No. As I said before, he is not a risk taker. Pedri is quite traditional and that doesn't mean he doesn't do things right. But he doesn't like to take risks that involve some kind of interruption or lack of respect.

S - stamina (how long does it last during sex?)

Two or three rounds depending on the moment. Sometimes when he has training he will last only one round but if he's on his days off, he won't give you a break.

T - toy (you use toys?)

No. He has never used them before and it's not something he's interested in at the moment. He understands if you want to have them or recommend using them but if it were up to him he wouldn't use them. At most he might use some handcuffs but no more than that.

U - unfair (how much does he like to provoke you?)

Medium. He doesn't like to play with you so much but sometimes it's unavoidable and he likes to take you to the edge to make it more pleasurable.

V - volume (how loud is it during sex?)

Not so loud but sometimes he lets himself get carried away and can be surprised. Although in you, he really likes it when you scream, let loose and show how much you like it.

W - wild card (small random story)

Your boyfriend's kisses moved across your shoulders and chest as you stifled the gasps that came from your mouth. Your fingers were tangled in his hair and you were gently gurgling on them, Pedri's tongue was working wonders on your skin. The trail of kisses started down your body as his fingers caressed every nook and cranny, his tongue left wet trails around your belly and continued down until it reached your thighs.

Your chest boiled with heat as you felt his breath hit your crotch and you wanted to scream for him to touch you. Pedri smiled seeing you in such a way, your chest was rising and falling, your cheeks were red, your lips kept biting down holding back the urge to moan loudly.

The first kiss on your center made you sigh harshly as you took in as much air as possible. You felt so wet you couldn't take it anymore.

With his tongue he licked your slit and pressed his finger a little on your clit making you gasp. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt him lick you harder again.

The brush of his beard against your thighs made you moan in desperation, it was too pleasurable a tingle that made you shiver under his touch. Lately Pedri had grown his beard and you found that so attractive, so much so that you had fantasized about this moment. And now you were in heaven.

X - x-ray (how big is it and how?)

It's somewhere between thick and thin, a little veiny and it's long. Perfect for you, perfect for him. He knows how to use it very well, it's his pride and joy.

Y - yearning (how long can desire last?)

Honestly he can last quite a long time without intercourse so it's not a problem for him but if he has you with him, he will obviously take the opportunity and make you his every chance he gets.

Z - zzz (how is his sleep after sex?)

He can stay up for hours if you're with him. Sometimes the adrenaline and excitement of the moment leaves him quite refreshed. So he likes to chat with you, play with you, cuddle and stuff.

After at least 10 orders I was finally able to bring it. Thanks for the support and filling my inbox 🤣 I hope you like it 💌 @jfbidnk757

[taintedcigs]

✦ POLAROIDS: part II | perv!eddie x reader ✦

read part I HERE.

wc: 2.8k+

pairing: perv!eddie munson x (kinda perv)!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! or*l (male receiving), PERV!EDDIE, degrading!! panty-stealing perv!eddie. slight dubcon, dom!eddie, slight mean!dom!eddie, sub!reader, but kind of switch??, p in v, kind of a breeding kink, creampie, very very very brief choking kink if you squint, this is kind of dark so if this kind of stuff bothers u DO NOT READ!! i am not responsible for the media you decide to consume!!! JUST OVERALL FILTH MINORS DNI!!!

summary: you are determined to make eddie's fantasies about you come true.

authors note: i kinda hate the moodboard pics btw but they'll have to do... also idk if i like this a lot but i hope u guys enjoy it :(( and the ending is weird bc i didn't know how to write the ending im stupid okay, ily all thank u sm for the support on the first one hope yall enjoy it mwah xo, em💌

'w-what?' eddie stuttered, he was always confident with you but now he was taken aback, his heart was pounding out of his chest.

and the way you were still standing in front of him with just a towel wrapped around your body was dizzying him, you were getting closer to him and blood was rushing to his cock again, aching to be touched by you.

'oh c'mon, eds. you don't think i'm that gullible, do you?' you hummed, and eddie gulped.

you took a step towards him, he was standing by your bed, and you couldn't help but giggle at his dumbfounded expressions.

'what did you think about?' you asked, innocently.

'i- i don't... i didn't...' he was still a stammering mess, you enjoyed it, but you needed him right where you wanted him.

'oh, c'mon eds, you mean to tell me you weren't thinking about me when you were jerking off? you weren't spilling your load into my panties as you moaned my name?' eddie almost coughed at your nonchalant words, you were being so open that he was about to cum in his pants, he needed to do something, say something, because you were driving him crazy.

'y-yes.' he almost groaned answering you, and you hummed sweetly, pressing your body against his. he lost all control when he felt your boobs pressed against his chest.

'what were you thinking about me?' you asked, looking up at him, all doe-eyed, and eddie's pants tightened from excitement.

'you were- you were on your knees.' his breath almost got caught in his throat.

'like this?' you hummed, going down on your knees, eyes never leaving his as you giggled.

he nodded quick, so quick that his head was about to snap.

'just like that, baby.' he was regaining his confidence as you stood in front of him, your eyes so innocently haunting that all he could think about was how much he wanted to ruin you.

'and what else was i doing?' you asked, your hands were quick to rub him through his pants as he hissed, his tip was still sensitive from when he came minutes ago.

eddie knew you would be the death of him, he realized that the moment he met you, but now it clicked in his head, each time you bent down in front of him, each down you brushed against his already hardened cock, you were doing it on purpose, you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

and this caused a smirk out of him, he was more demanding when he next spoke, 'your pretty little mouth was wide open for me, begging, pleading for my cock.'

his words caused you to rub your thighs together, you knew how perverted eddie was, and for some twisted reason, this turned you on, made you want to tease him, further and further, till he couldn't stand it anymore.

your hands reached for his pants, to unbuckle him, to feel him, but he slapped them away quickly. 'nuh-uh princess, just keep that pretty little mouth open for me.' he ordered as you nodded, the dynamic between the two of you had shifted so quickly that it gave you a whiplash.

you had thought he would be putty in your hands but he was in control now.

he held your face with one hand while the other one was working to unbuckle his pants, his bulge could be seen through his boxers as your mouth watered, you always assumed eddie was packing, because of how big he felt when you sat on his lap, but now you could finally see it.

when he sprung his cock out from his boxers, your eyes widened. his cock was thick and hard, and his pink aching tip was dripping with his pre-cum, you licked your lips at the sight.

'need to taste you.' you whined.

he fisted your hair with one hand, causing you to look up at him again, the kiss he placed on your lips was sloppy and messy, he was eager, so eager that you could almost feel his cock ache as you started stroking him while he was distracted.

'do you wanna know what i thought about when i fucked my cock into your panties?' he asked, smirking.

you nodded almost groaning while your hand slowly rubbed him. 'i imagined you, on your knees, taking my cock like the good lil' girl you are. begging for me to fill your throat with my warm cum.'

'you want me to ruin you, pretty girl?' he murmured. 'fill you with my hard cock as you plead underneath me, want me to turn you into my little cockslut?'

he slipped his pink tip into your awaiting mouth, slowly gliding himself further until he was buried all the way down your throat.

he lowly groaned as he did so, his head thrown back from the pleasure, finally being able to have you right where he wanted.

finally getting to fill all your holes like he desired.

'f-fuck.' he whined, 'takin' my cock so well, such a good girl.' he praised and you felt your heat get wetter by his words, you needed him, and you needed his cock.

the way your mouth was wrapped around his aching cock was enough to make him want to shoot his cum right down your throat, it didn't matter if he had just spilled his load all over your panties, you were all of his desired wrapped up into one and just by looking at you felt his balls aching, wanting to release.

you blinked up at him, teary-eyed as you tried to take all of his cock in your mouth, you looked fucked out and eddie was enjoying every second of it.

as you finally adjusted to his size, you started licking and sucking, hollowing your cheeks as his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag a bit as eddie's grip on your hair tightened, letting out a moan.

's-shit sweetheart, you do that again and i might cum.' he muttered, 'and as much as i love seeing your mouth filled with my cock, i need to cum inside of you, fill you deep with my warm load.' he mocked as you looked up at him, your eyes glimmering as he said those words.

'look at you doll, so eager to have my cock inside of you, so eager to suck my cock, and you put those polaroids yourself...' he chuckled.

'if i knew you wanted me this fucking badly, i would've taken you a long time ago, sweetheart. would've made you mine, my own personal fucktoy.' he hummed at his own words, excitedly.

your head bobbed up and down as eddie threw his head back, groaning. 'that's it, baby. suck my cock like the good little whore you are.' he almost growled, the vibrations from the way you moaned while his cock was down your throat sent shivers down his spine.

he knew he wouldn't last long if you continued like this, he was barely holding himself from exploding down your throat.

'need you on the bed.' he demanded, you looked up confused. 'now.' he ordered again and you obeyed, getting up quickly as he whined at the empty feeling of your mouth leaving his cock.

'eds...' you murmured. his eyes were trained on you as you teasingly slid down the towel, so excruciatingly slow that eddie was about to roll his eyes, you finally dropped it with a small 'oops' and a giggle as you threw it at him.

eddie's eyes widened in shock, no matter how much in control he was, whatever you did always surprised him, he threw the towel aside as his eyes trained on your body, you felt exposed by the way eddie gazed at you, devouring you almost as he took every detail of your body, engraving it in his mind.

so that he could never, ever forget it. he almost fell on his knees when he got closer to you. 's-shit, pretty girl.' he groaned

'you're gonna be the fuckin' death of me.' he cursed. 'perfect, perfect fuckin' tits, sweetheart, so fuckin' perfect for suckin' and nibbling' his words were slurred now as his hands massaged your breasts, you whined at his touch.

you slowly took of your panties when he did so, holding it out for him when his attention shifted to you.

he grabbed them quickly but he was overstimulated by your body, he groaned again as his gaze shifted towards your pussy, 'can't wait to taste this sweet little cunt, fill it to the brim.' he gave your cunt a tight pinch making you whine.

he guided you toward the bed, plopping next to you as he started rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit, gentle at first before slapping it, a yelp of surprise escaped your lips as you whined.

's'fuckin' whiny for someone who was beggin' for this, hmm?' he hummed mockingly, he stuffed the jizz covered panties in your mouth, muffling your whining.

'taste it, baby, taste my fuckin' cum, i'm going to fill you so deep when we're done, you'll never get it out of you.' you moaned with his words, his still warm cum entered your tastebuds as he sickly watched, his cock ready to release at the sight.

his palm was heavy against your pussy as he slapped it, again and again, not stopping until he was sure you were dripping down your thighs.

you were shaking and you could feel your cunt throbbing, because of eddie.

who gave you pain and pleasure in an equal measure, you needed him and you needed him now.

'such a good girl for me, takin' it all so well.' he hummed as his fingers entered your folds without resistance, 'hmm, all ready for me.' you nod at him, approvingly.

'need you, eds. need you inside of me.' you murmur. he almost mocks you as he chuckles, 'my lil' cock slut, so eager to have me filling all of your holes, don't worry pretty girl, i'll fill all of them and i will make sure they are covered with my cum, always.' he presses a sloppy kiss to your neck.

then he strokes your bare pussy with the head of his cock, dragging it up and down your slit, the angry pink-tip of his cock is leaking with pre-cum while your juices mixes with his, he groans, 'gonna fuckin' ruin you, gonna make you my personal little cum dump.'

his words are filthy, so filthy that you know you are just as sick as him by the way they turn you on.

'ple- please, eds.' you're mumbling now, the way his tip teases your pussy lips is too much for you to handle, you are desperate.

your pleadings don't stop, eddie decides he finally had enough teasing as he slowly pushes the tip of his thick cock inside of you, he doesn't move much, teasing further as he withdraws himself until only the head of his girthy cock was inside of you.

you whine, your begging is getting louder now, and eddie gives you a smirk. 'such a tight fuckin' cunt.' he curses under his breath.

then, without any warning, eddie suddenly slams into you with a merciless thrust. his one hand fists your hair as the other caresses your breasts, as he bottoms out with each downward stroke.

he's so gentle but rough with you that it dizzies you, the way his cock is hitting all the right places causes loud moans out of your swollen lips, your eyes are rolled back as eddie is as loud as you imagined him to be, he is grunting, lowly groaning as he twists his face.

whenever you moan out his name, his pace gets faster, and his skin slaps roughly against yours, then his groans get more animalistic, it makes you want to repeat his name like a mantra.

'you still got that polaroid of yours?' he asks, his thrusts are sloppy now, you nod quickly, 'bedside drawer.' you manage to get out between your moans, and eddie reaches over, smirking as he grabs the polaroid.

'f-fuck, need to fuckin' engrave this memory in my mind, make sure i have it always with me. i always wanna see the way you look s'fucked out beneath me, pleading for my cock, lookin' all pretty as you moan out my name. need to show everyone that you're mine, my pretty girl, my lil' cock slut, my own personal fucktoy, my princess, all fuckin' mine.' his eyes darken when he emphasizes how you are his.

'f-fuck. yes please.' you lowly groan, your eyes are locked with his, 'i'm yours eds, i'm all yours.' you murmur, a smile plastered on your face.

'you agree with me so easily, pretty girl.' he almost chuckles, a grin on his face. 'when i say you'll be mine, i mean it.' his face is serious now.

'it means you're mine. your pretty lil' tits are mine.' he says as he traces his ringed fingers along your nipples, 'that pretty lil' mouth is mine.' his fingers travel up to your lips, and you open your mouth instinctively as you suck on them, the taste of metal and your juice engulfs your senses, you groan at the feeling.

eddie can't help but let out a guttural moan at your actions, he sheats his cock further as he curses, 'this tight lil' cunt, it will be mine, and only mine, princess.' his words are rough.

'd'you understand?' he asks, his voice is serious, you can't help but nod, you are ready to give him all of you, to ruin, to take, to have.

'tell me, tell me who you belong to.' he urges, and his cock is in and out of you so fast and rough as it sends a shiver down your spine, you can barely comprehend anything.

''m yours, eds, i'm all yours.' you let out between your desperate whines, he smiles proudly.

'good girl.' he murmurs, placing a kiss on your nipple, sucking and nibbling. 'my good fuckin' girl. don't fuckin' move.' he orders.

his hand picks up the polaroid camera, positioning it in his face as his other hand has a tight grip on your throat, your eyes are rolled back as eddie's thrust are still fast, he watches himself slip in and out of you with glory.

snap.

you barely notice the flash because of how fucked out you are, eddie smirks as the camera chews out the photo, and he shakes it as he waits for it to develop.

another smirk engulfs on his face as he admires the picture, it's so much better than the ones you took for him.

snap.

another picture, but this time his hand is squeezing your left boob, and he puts both of the pictures aside.

'my pretty girl.' he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your shoulder.

'eddie!' you yelp out, his cock hitting deeper and deeper, stretching you open fully, and you weren't sure if you could handle it anymore.

'need to cum, need to cum.' you moaned, pathetically. 'that's it pretty girl, cum for me.' he urged you to do so, he was close as well.

he reassures and encourages you to cum, he is kissing your neck, and playing with your nipples, you are whining, pleading, begging, it is so desperate, so beautiful to eddie, to have you like this in front of him.

and with the final confirmation from eddie you fall apart beneath him, breaking into a million pieces around his cock.

'gonna fuckin' ruin this cunt, make it mine, fill it with my warm load, just like you wanted, princess.' he has that sick grin again.

'gonna fill you so fuckin' deep that you'll never fuckin' get it out of you.' his words make your cunt ache.

'p-please, eds, want your cum.' you beg, almost. and with your final begging eddie comes inside of you with an animalistic groan, biting into the flesh of your neck.

despite having jerked off minutes ago, he is pumping an impressive amount of his load into you, you can feel his cock throbbing and his balls emptying inside of you.

he collapses on top of you the second he's finished, both of you trying to catch a breath.

once he does, he quickly gets up, making you whine.

'where are you going?' you ask innocently, as if the man in front of you didn't just fuck you into oblivion.

'we-' he corrects you, '-are going to the kitchen, i'm gonna bend you over the counter, and fuck you till all that pretty lil' head of yours will be filled with thoughts about my cock, ruining you, stretching you open.'

'we need more polaroids.' he grins.

❥ all the pretty ppl who wanted to be tagged mwah: @jordanwalkersworld @spenciesprincess @emmalee-01 @dumbslxtclub @tlclick73 @cherrrygirl @upside-down-angel @sebastiansstanswhore

[poepoesstuff]

Satosugu x Reader Series - Part 1: Meeting Gojo & Geto

Notes: I’ve never written fanfiction before, so please don’t take it too seriously! I was just bored and thought about this idea because I love the concept of being in a poly relationship with Gojo and Geto—it seems like so much fun! I’m new to writing, so feedback, questions, or suggestions are totally welcome! I’m just having fun with it.

Tags:

#Satosugu #Gojo Satoru #Geto Suguru #Reader Insert #Jujutsu Kaisen #Satoru Gojo x Reader #Suguru Geto x Reader #Polyamory #Fanfiction #Jujutsu Kaisen Fanfic #Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto #JJK Fanfiction #Gojo x Geto #Jujutsu High #Satosugu x Reader

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You guys knew each other from high school. You came to Jujutsu High later but joined the same class as Gojo and Geto, though you were on a different team. The first person you noticed was Gojo Satoru from the Gojo Clan—a lineage you’d only heard of. His reputation and charm immediately intrigued you. However, it was Geto Suguru who ultimately stole your heart with his calm confidence.

You were introduced to the class about a year and a half before Geto’s path took a darker turn.

As Yaga steps into the class, he calls attention to you. You follow him in, and several surprised faces turn to look at you.

“This is Y/N. She’s a kunoichi from a remote village in Japan and will be attending as your classmate from now on. Y/N, introduce yourself.”

You take a breath, feeling the eyes on you, but stand confidently. “I am L/N Y/N, from the C/N Clan. As of today, I’m beginning my journey as a sorcerer at Jujutsu High. My family is known for preserving sorcery knowledge and secrets. As the new heir, I’ve come to study and hone my skills.”

You notice intrigued expressions, especially from a silver-haired boy with piercing blue eyes in the back. Shoko’s gaze also seems particularly curious. Once Yaga leaves, you take your seat and start your Jujutsu High journey. Quickly, you become friends with Shoko, who introduces you to both Gojo and Geto.

First Impressions

Gojo is thrilled to have you in class and wastes no time bringing you up with Geto.

“So,” Gojo nudges Geto with a grin, “what do you think of the new girl?”

Geto raises an eyebrow, already catching onto Gojo’s interest. “You mean Y/N? She has an interesting technique, definitely useful in a fight.”

Gojo laughs, shaking his head. “Come on, that’s not what I meant, and you know it.” He gives Geto a playful shove.

Geto smirks knowingly. “Well, if you’re asking… yes, she’s beautiful. Kinda reminds me of Erika Sawajiri.”

Gojo huffs, crossing his arms. “Right? I knew I had an eye for these things!”

Meanwhile, you feel lucky to be spending time with both of them. Missions become highlights of your training whenever you’re paired with Gojo, Geto, or both.

Gojo Satoru’s Approach to Win You Over

After Gojo admits he’s interested, he goes all out. Here’s how he tries to impress you:

1. Playful Teasing: Gojo loves to make you laugh. Expect playful remarks and witty comebacks whenever you’re around. His goal? To get you to blush.

2. Showing Off His Power: Gojo’s proud of his abilities, and he doesn’t hold back from showing off. From flashy demonstrations of his Limitless technique to skillful moves on missions, he always seems to be “casually” proving how powerful he is.

3. Grand Gestures: Gojo’s not one for small acts. If he learns about your favorite snack, he’ll buy a whole stash of it. If you’re stressed, he’ll invite you on a night adventure to see the city lights.

Continuing from where we left off with Gojo’s approach:

4. Constant Presence: Gojo wants to be around you as much as possible. He’ll always find a reason to sit next to you in class, join you on missions, or just “accidentally” bump into you between training sessions. He’s persistent and makes sure you notice him.

5. Playful Competition with Geto: Knowing Geto likes you too, Gojo can’t resist turning it into a friendly rivalry. He’ll challenge Geto to sparring matches, jokes, or even silly games to try and prove he’s the better choice for you, often with a smirk and a playful wink in your direction.

Geto Suguru’s Approach to Win You Over

Geto’s approach is more subtle, thoughtful, and grounded. Here’s how he tries to capture your heart:

1. Deep Conversations: Geto values getting to know you on a personal level. He’ll ask about your background, your clan, and your opinions on sorcery. These conversations make you feel like he genuinely cares about who you are beyond your technique.

2. Small, Thoughtful Gestures: Geto isn’t flashy but remembers the small details, like your favorite tea or if you’re having a hard day. He’ll quietly leave a comforting note or share a peaceful place he’s found on campus with you. His kindness is understated but leaves an impact.

3. Protective on Missions: Though both he and Gojo are strong, Geto takes a protective role. He’ll keep a watchful eye over you, subtly stepping in to ensure your safety without making it obvious. It’s his way of showing you’re important to him.

4. Respectful of Your Space: Unlike Gojo, Geto gives you space to make your own choices. He never pressures you to spend time with him, trusting that if you like him, you’ll come to him. This gives him a calm confidence, which contrasts with Gojo’s more in-your-face approach.

5. Gentle Rivalry with Gojo: Geto handles the “competition” in a reserved way, knowing Gojo’s personality. While Gojo’s approach is loud, Geto’s is quieter—he focuses on creating genuine moments with you that show his sincerity, confident that his authenticity will speak for itself.

Gojo and Geto were unbelievably close, and you helped them realize their feelings for each other and get together. They were six months into their relationship before they added you.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Kink List With Jack Hughes

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's very gentle and considerate. He makes sure you are comfortable and satisfied before, during, and after. He's also open and communicative, so if there are any issues or things either of you would like to change, you can discuss them openly without judgement.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his is his legs. They're long and strong, and He always gets compliments on them. When it comes to you, he really enjoys a sexy and curvy figure, he likes how it fills out clothing in an attractive way. He appreciates the softness of your curves and the shape provided. He also likes how curves create a sense of sensuality that can be very enticing.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

On your breasts - particularly there's something so satisfying to him about cumming on your boobs. He loves how they squish and jiggle as his load lands on them.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would find it extremely sexy seeing you wearing his jersey would make him feel like you’re his in a very intimate way. It’s like saying, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.” It’s a visual representation of your connection and would be a huge turn-on for him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I would say he's fairly experienced. He's had a few relationships over the years and has experimented with different things over time. He knows that he's not an expert, but I think he knows enough to be confident in his abilities.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style - There's something incredibly hot about having complete access to your body while being able to watch you squirm with pleasure.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I'd say he swings both ways. When things are serious and intense with you, he can be very earnest and passionate. But he also likes to lighten the mood by making jokes or teasing you in a playful way. He's definitely more relaxed when things are lighthearted, but can switch into a more serious mode quickly.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's definitely well-groomed, but whether the carpet matches the drapes is up to interpretation. Some people might say yes, and some might say no. I'll leave it up to your imagination.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

When it comes to the romantic aspect of sex, he's definitely a bit of a hopeless romantic. He likes to be passionate and sensual, treating every moment together with you as something special. He enjoys the intimacy of looking into each other's eyes, stroking your hair, and kissing your lips. It's all about expressing his feelings and creating a connection with my partner that goes beyond physical gratification.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Depends on how long he has to spare. If he's got a bit of free time during the day, he might masturbate twice or even three times. And if he's really feeling really horny or stressed out, he might even do it four or five times in a single session. But on average, I'd say he cums around two to three times a day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

For starters, he is into rough play – bondage, spankings, and all sorts of kinky stuff. He loves it when someone is helpless under his control.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He's partial to the bedroom, but there’s something about being out in the wild that’s really exciting. It’s a thrill to know that you might be caught at any moment, and have to be quick and discreet. He also loves hotels or vacation rentals with a nice view of the city. It’s really luxurious and adds an element of luxury to the experience especially up against a window.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

There are many things that turn him on, but physical touch is one of his weaknesses. He loves it when you run your hands along his skin or lightly caress his neck. There's also something really erotic about watching you slowly undress before him. The anticipation and the thought of what might come next sets his body on fire.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't do anything that made you uncomfortable or felt pressured into doing. He also wouldn't do anything that he wasn't comfortable with himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He usually prefers to give rather than receive, but he also likes to switch it up and receive occasionally. He thinks there's something incredibly pleasing about pleasing his partner. But there's also a lot of joy that comes from being pampered and treated to something special.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the situation and your desires at the moment. He can be fast and rough if the moment calls for it, but he's also skilled at taking things slow and making sure both of you are thoroughly satisfied. He can be very sensual and passionate when the time is right, too. He likes to switch up his style to keep things exciting and give both of you what you need in that moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Let's just say that when the mood strikes him, he doesn't hesitate to take advantage of it. Maybe two or three times a week, if everything lines up perfectly for you both.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves trying new things in the bedroom (or wherever it ends up getting down) and pushing limits. He's always up for experimenting with different positions, toys, kinks, and fetishes. He can even be talked into some risky behavior from time to time, just for the thrill of it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can definitely hold his own when it comes to endurance during sex. He's been known to go for multiple rounds without breaking a sweat. In fact, sometimes he'll intentionally push himself to the limit just to see how long he can last. It usually takes him a few minutes to recover before he's ready for another round. So yeah, I'd say he's pretty damn good at going the distance. But honestly, it's not about how many times he can cum or how long he can last – it's about giving you an unforgettable experience that leaves you completely satisfied (and maybe even a little bit exhausted). 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes, he does own toys. He has a few vibrators and a couple of other things. He uses them on himself when away from you and on you when he's in the mood, he doesn't want to get too reliant on them. He would rather connect with you with just your bodies.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves teasing. It's fun to play the game, to build up the tension, and then to pay off the tension with an amazing release. He especially likes to tease you and to watch you go crazy with anticipation.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He can be quite loud, but he's not obnoxiously loud. He prefers loud, heavy breathing, passionate kissing, soft moans, dirty talking, and grunts.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He doesn't mind taking charge or being dominated either. In fact, he kind of loves it when someone can keep up with him and makes him lose control. And if you have any kinky fantasies you wanted to try out, he's more than happy to oblige. So go ahead, tell him your dirtiest, most depraved desires.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Quite large, standing at about 8 inches long when fully erect. The shaft is muscular and veiny, with defined bulges along its length that hint at my intense stamina.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I'd say he has a pretty high sex drive - He's pretty much always up for some fun and can get pretty enthusiastic and passionate when the moment arises. Sometimes he might need a bit of a warm-up, but once he's in the mood, he's ready to go.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He can fall asleep quite quickly after intimacy, usually within a few minutes. However, if you tend to stay awake for a little longer. You'll cuddle and enjoy the warmth of your bodies until you fall asleep too.

[baphometsss]

a few of my fav cute solas lines/gdl deliveries

"Come with me vhenan~"

I added the tilde because GDL delivered that line with what I feel is the perfect expression of the tilde

From the Crestwood scene:

L: "You're my...."

S: "...And that is the question, isn't it?"

So soft. So tender. So gentle and kind. Someone beat me to death with a hammer

Literally every single line of his in the Fade where he's getting excited about being there physically like a kid in a candyshop. Yes even when he gets offended that you assume he would go to that area of the Fade. It's honestly the cutest and most adorable he is to me he's so nerdy and passionate and homesick djeodje83jjdji

"I know vhenan, and we are running out of time..."

He's so heartbroken and endeared and in love and the way he talks to Lavellan in this scene is so much more wrecked than he is with a non romanced inquisitor

"Your interest is not my concern"

"Do not concern yourself with her vhenan. She is... apart from herself"

Prickly protective melodramatic Solas my beloved ♥️ Also this amuses me because he actually dignified it with an answer and it makes me wonder how he'd respond if the others asked him about it too. As far as I can remember he only has banter with Sera, Cole and Cass about it and he responds fairly differently each time . Was he getting teased about it by Dorian? Or getting shovel talk from Vivienne? Did Bull give him unsolicited sex tips? I need to know

Also if you have Bull, Sera and Solas in your party and you leave Bull for Sera, Bull says something like: 'no hard feelings, glad I loosened the lid for ya' and Sera laughs. If you laugh too Solas says 'I am decidedly uncomfortable' and it's honestly so adorable like okay grandpa let's get you to bed

He also seems to be a bit miffed by the concept of bondage which... when you consider his history freeing slaves kinda makes sense?? Idk maybe it's just me but the way he says 'as long as it tied you down first, one assumes' in the bull romance banter it seems like he's being a little judgey.

Also 'one assumes' I am kissing the screen every time he says that

Honourable mention for his stammering and trying to cover for accidentally revealing that he's been at court. Like yeah nice save Fen'harel how many millennia have you been doing this?? For shame

Overall 10/10 would recommend apostate hobo boyfriend

[wonyowonyo]

Straightforward - 𝐈𝐈

The sun rises once more, indicating a start of a brand new day. Cold winds enveloped the air and atmosphere while the bright and warm ray of the sun shines through the school grounds, somewhat giving the students some warmth.

Minju yawned as she reached the locker rooms. She wore her scarf around her neck like the rest of the students. A hint of bag underneath her eyes indicates that she's been staying up late recently, and it seems like she did so again last night. Taking all of her necessary items from her locker, she'd shut it close before locking it.

"Minju-Sii."

A deep-voice called out her name, prompting Minju to turn to its origin. What greeted her was someone she didn't want to meet right now though.

"Good morning, I like you."

There was none other than Y/n L/n, the same guy who confessed his feelings for Minju recently. And it seems like he's doing it again. Minju was once again shocked by the boy's boldness as cold sweat formed on her face.

"...Wait, Didn't I turn you down already."

She internally cringed from his actions while also applauding the boy's bravery.

"Yes, but I told you that I won't give up."

Y/n said with strong conviction and sincerity.

Though that sincerity won't reach Minju much, as she quickly turned away while clutching her head with a downward expression. She'd heave a sigh, obviously wanting to escape this predicament.

'Why is it always the weird ones who are attracted to me?!'

While Minju was having her moment, Y/n seemed to notice something different about Minju. He'd quickly catch up soon from Minju as he'd grab her hand, causing Minju to face him again.

"Minju-ssi, You look a little pale, Are you not feeling well?"

Minju was obviously flustered by the sudden skinship as she looked away while she incoherently tried to respond to Y/n's question.

"A-h-h Y-yesh- Yes-h, I...I'm fine..."

Minju this time would look into Y/n only to find him also looking at her, they'd lock eyes with each other for a few seconds before Minju quickly broke contact as she quickly escaped Y/n's grasps as she immediately broke into a stride.

"I'M COMPLETELY FINE!!"

Y/n was left there dumbfounded.

While running away Minju was only thinking of something.

'I didn't know Y/n was that bold and aggressive...'

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"Y/n confessed his feelings again this morning?!"

Yuri half-screamed as she was also bewildered by the boy's actions. Minju and Yuri were sitting at the gymnastic floor with their P.E uniform as it's currently their P.E period.

"So he really meant it when he said he wouldn't give up."

Yuri had to give the guy props for actually staying true to his words.

''I guess so. It's only morning, but that confession exhausted me."

Minju slouched while hugging her knees. Just thinking about the events earlier was tiring her even more than ever.

Yuri averted her attention from Minju as she looked into Y/n's direction.

"Y/n looks... serious and cool..."

Y/n can be seen playing basketball with his classmates. Holding the ball, he was dribbling intensely as he went past the opposing defenders before leaping into the air as he laid the ball right into the hoop.

"...but he's surprisingly passionate."

Y/n having scored immediately ran back to the other side of the court to defend, his teammates were complimenting him for his amazing lay-up. Y/n quietly acknowledged the praises as he focused on the game itself, not even noticing that he's almost drenched in sweat.

"You know that's a good thing, why don't you try and date him?"

Yuri smiled playfully as she teased her friend which earned her a smack in her arm, she'd wince and complain about how hard the smack was. Minju looked at her teasing friend as she just brushed her earlier comment.

"You're really enjoying this aren't you Yuri."

Yuri would only cheekily laugh at Minju's remark. Minju sighed as she lowered her head while mumbling.

"...Things happened with my ex... so I don't want a boyfriend for now..."

FWIIIIIP!

"Okay, Teams! Switch out!"

Their gym teacher yelled, which was both the girl's cue to stand up.

"It's our team's turn."

Minju said while standing up, as soon as she stood up though everything around her would suddenly spin as she wobbled before completely collapsing on the floor.

THUD

"Minju!"

Yuri quickly turned around as her friend behind suddenly collapsed on the floor. She immediately ran up to Minju as she checked on her.

"Minju! Are you okay?! Stay with me?!"

Minju kept her eyes closed as she was feeling really sick.

'Oh my gosh, I feel really nauseous.'

"Minju-sii!"

Meanwhile, Y/n who only just noticed the commotion quickly bolted his way into Minju as he was overwhelmed by concern.

"Are you feeling dizzy? You look pale."

Y/n crouched down with Minju's level as he immediately checked on her well-being. The P.E teacher arrived shortly after.

"Yuri-ssi can you take her to the nurse office?"

The P.E teacher asked her while Yuri could only nod.

"Su-" "No"

With swift motion, Y/n would wrap his arm around her body before carrying her bridal style. Minju was surprisingly light for Y/n. He looked at Minju's sickly face while he carried her like a princess that needed to be protected. At this moment, he is Minju's knight in shining armour.

"I'll take her there."

Minju would open her eyes as she felt herself being carried, she was greeted by the sight of Y/n's worried face.

'Y/n..?'

As they would lock eyes with each other again for the second time of the day, Y/n's worried face was replaced with a slight smile. "You don't have to worry anymore."

At that moment, Y/n was glowing from Minju's perspective.

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"Get some good rest."

"Yes ma'am, thank you so much."

With a slight smile of acknowledgement, the nurse would turn and then head for the door as she left the nurse's office. Minju sat on the nurse's office's bed while Y/n sat on the stool beside her bed. After the nurse left, the atmosphere quickly turned awkward while the silence took over the room as both Y/n and Minju hesitated to speak up.

"Um..."

Minju was the first to break the silence.

"Thank you for taking me here."

Y/n only tilt his head downward as a sign of acknowledgement.

"No problem. I'm glad you're okay."

Y/n smiled at Minju. Minju had only seen him smile for two times now ever since she first met him as a classmate. A thought suddenly ran inside Minju's head.

"Y/n-sii... Why do you like me?"

Y/n only stared at her, he was not surprised by her question but instead looked like he was expecting it. He'd blink slowly as he clasped both of his hands.

"I don't think you remember this..."

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[sea-you-in-paradise]

♡  a o t   l o v e   l a n g u a g e s  ♡

summary: attack on titan characters’ love languages  word count: 2.217 setting: any! (canonverse, modern au, etc) features: armin, connie, eren, hange, jean, levi, mikasa, reiner, & sasha genderneutral!reader warnings: none

a r m i n 

expresses his love through quality time. armin goes through life feeling like there are never enough hours in the day. he just has so much stuff to get done that tasks get pushed off because he overbooks himself. since his time is so valuable, blocking out time for you and planning how you should spend it is not something that he takes lightly. this doesn’t mean that every date is extravagant, he just wants to show you how important you are to him. he does his best to put effort into thinking of something you could enjoy together, even if it’s just reading in near silence. always shows up. you are a top priority.

armin needs words of affirmation to feel loved. he has a hard time believing that he is deserving of good things, armin really appreciates reassurance. hearing you, someone he has so much admiration and care for, insist that he matters reminds him that maybe, he is worthy afterall. tell him how lucky you are to have him in your life. armin is one of a kind and should be appreciated for it. “simple” affirmations are important too; “that sweater looks great on you,” “i missed you today,” etc. remind him that he is so, so loveable.

*bonus* - armin could tear up at an act of service from a friend. he is always willing to help with whatever you need, even if deep down, he doesn’t really feel like it. like i said, he always shows up. the moment you show up for him without him needing to ask is the moment he feels important. you could literally just pay attention to how much he is working/studying and making tea accordingly. he’ll never forget about it. 

c o n n i e

is all about gift giving. but not because he spends all his time/money on it. he just finds shit that he thinks you would like and gives it to you. expect to acquire a (genuinely interesting) rock collection. he would have specific reasoning as to why he picks each one, like if they’re shiny or heart-shaped. 100% picks wildflowers for you whenever he sees one. if he gets bored and there’s paper nearby, he’ll make “origami” (he can make the basic swan and then everything else is up to interpretation). also buys some smaller items when he’s just out and about, but he goes all out on important occasions. rarely gets you food despite buying it for sasha though. 

connie wants to hear words of affirmation. tell this man every single positive thought you’ve ever had about him. this might cause him to make some jokes at your expense, like teasing you for being “all obsessed” with him, but hearing such thoughtful things coming out of your mouth gives him the much needed reminder that people care about him. you care about him. there’s a reason he makes so many jokes, and it is not (just) because he is a funny guy.

*bonus* - connie likes having physical touch in his friendships. he just wants to platonically hold hands on walks with his friends (Jean has slapped his hand away more than once). he wants greeting and goodbye hugs whenever you have plans to hang out. expect him to give you hair ruffles/head pats and playful shoulder punches. he wants you to take turns giving each other hand massages. he’s also down if you ever need a piggyback ride, but keep in mind that he’s expecting one in return.

e r e n

is a quality time guy. eren is a fan of deep conversations. can these get depressing sometimes? yes. is that one of his favorite things about them? also yes. if you can handle that shit, then he knows you’re the one for him. he is a small talk hater, and if you’re taking the time to understand his deepest, darkest thoughts and let him in on yours without making light of it, he’ll feel very connected to you. of course, no one can keep that up all the time and while he isn’t a fan of small talk, he likes really bizarre hypotheticals, comfortable silence, and head scratches.

eren is so grateful when you lend him a hand. this man is by no means lazy, but he is 110% a procrastinator when it comes to any practical facet of his life. he’ll be so focused on doing his tasks for work that his home is just a total wreck and it never seems to get better on its own. to be frank, he would not notice if you helped him with a little bit of everything. but if you helped him with one specific task, like doing his dishes or making him a grocery list, he would be elated. of course, he would never use the word “elated” or allow his face to show that emotion, but it would relieve a lot of his stress when he gets home. please remind him that every task is an accomplishment, no matter how small. 

h a n g e

is dying to get their hands on you. take that any way you want. scientifically, romantically... very romantically. there’s lots to experiment with. all jokes aside, hange is a physically affectionate person with most people (probably more so if she wasn’t friends with levi and erwin, the least physically affectionate duo ;-;), but mostly in a proximity sense. like, they’re the kind of person who comes to sit beside you on the sofa and their thigh is basically on top of yours they’re so close. they also get closer when they talk to you, like if you back up, you will end up walking backwards to the other side of the room by the end of the convo. but in a relationship, hange is three times more intense. expect them to actually sit on you when you’re on the couch. hugs when they’re super excited, forehead kisses when they’re sleepy, shoulder rubs after long days. if you’re sitting in a chair, they’ll come up behind you and wrap their arms around you

hange loves that you spend time listening to them. to have a successful relationship with hange, the key is paying attention. they have a lot to talk about and they need someone who will not only listen, but expand upon what they’re saying. if you demonstrate even an ounce of critical thinking on one of the subjects of their interest, expect hange to be visibly excited. they will shake you by the shoulders with excitement before taking your face in their hands and calling you smart and looking in your eyes, and- well, the rest is up to you.

j e a n

jean wants to spoil you. he thinks you deserve nice things and he wants to be the one to provide them. as someone who has always yearned for a taste of luxury, he feels that the best way to show his love is sharing that taste. he wants to take you to fancy dinners, buy you flowers every time you’re feeling down, and take you shopping (he totally loves it when you try on outfits for him. he gets all blushy, but plays it “cool” ofc). and if he’s really in his feels, he might even draw a little something for you. pretty please put it in a special place in your home.

jean feels closest to you when you’re touching. he feels like there’s nothing quite as intimate as being physically close to someone (hence why he’s quick to slap connie for trying to initiate platonic hand holding). knowing that you want him close to you, so close that you have to touch him, makes jean feel important. he seeks comfort in your hugs and kisses, knowing they provide a level of safety and compassion he can only get from being near you. there’s something very exclusive about it for him.

l e v i

loves through acts of service. his acts are often masked by what some (levi included) might deem as “ulterior motives.” for example, washing/ironing your clothes because he didn’t feel like having dirty/wrinkled clothes around. mostly cleaning service tasks: something like brushing the dirt off the soles of your shoes or organizing your drawers (says he has a thing about privacy, until it comes to cleaning). he assumes that you’ve never had any organizational system in the first place. he will not explain the new system to you. he thinks it’s obvious. but sometimes, when you don’t wake up to him reordering your stuff, you wake up to a cup of tea or a plate of toast. be sure not to make a big deal out of it though or he’ll get embarrassed and "misplace” your birth certificate next time he’s cleaning.

levi secretly craves words of affirmation. frankly, “words of affirmation” might even be a stretch for what he desires most. he doesn’t need to be told how good he is at his job or how much others care about him. he wants you to pick up on little things about him that he hasn’t even realized. tell him if you like the way he pronounces a certain word or how lovely he looks while he’s focusing on the newspaper. he doesn’t let people get close to him easily, so by approaching your position as his partner with such attention to detail, you’re reminding him that he made the right decision letting you in. not even levi is immune to compliments.

*bonus* - levi’s friendship love language is quality time. let’s face it. the only way you’re getting close to levi is if you spend a lot of time together. the problem is actually getting that quality time with him. for levi, this would usually mean doing independent tasks like reading or doing paperwork together. also, doing group tasks (cleaning, cooking, etc) in comfortable silence. being friends with levi is the definition of being alone together. perhaps when you get really close you can have a little conversation with your tea. 

m i k a s a

will jump at the chance to perform an act of service. she loves to feel helpful, and since emotions aren’t something she is super comfortable expressing, she finds that assisting you with your day-to-day tasks is a good way to show she cares. she especially likes helping out with physical activities. after years of hanging around armin, she knows how vulnerable they can be, so it’s her own special cheat code. besides, she likes that her strength is useful for a variety of reasons.

mikasa feels seen when you gift her something. the fact that you saw something and thought of her makes her happy beyond comparison. mikasa’s typically focused mind will definitely wander to giddy little thoughts of you. how often do you think of her? what kinds of things would you like? what can she do to make you know that she cares? she’ll try to center herself, but part of her is glad to have something so wonderful to be distracted by. gifts are never wasted on her. she will treasure whatever you get her, even if it’s not something she would typically buy herself.

r e i n e r

loves spending quality time together. honestly, he just wants to talk. reiner wants to know your thoughts on everything. he wants you to play with his hair while he lays his head in your lap as you tell him about your day. he gives (somewhat) good advice and always remembers small details. he views the people you tell him about like characters and gets invested in your stories.

reiner is eternally grateful for the acts of service you perform. putting out his slippers in the morning, making him a plate for dinner, asking if he needs anything while you’re up/out. he also views the anticipation of his needs as a huge act of service. for example, if he tells you that he doesn’t need anything, but you come back with a blanket because he looked cold, reiner will never stop thinking about it... or you.

s a s h a

will hype you up with words of affirmation. it’s not even something she does super intentionally, and frankly, her encouragement is not something that she provides exclusively for her partner. however, every time sasha has something nice to say about you, she will say it. and since you two are together, she has a lot of really nice things to say. she has a feeling personality, so of course she’s going to gush over you! plus, she thinks that the way you react is really cute and she wants to keep seeing the look on your face as often as possible.

sasha feels appreciated when you perform acts of service. obviously this woman will go feral if you cook her food. that is no secret. but she will also be completely enamored with you if you help her out with other things as well. fold her laundry?? sasha is raving about it for a week. offer to brush her hair? she will give you little kisses all over your face. for sasha, devoting your time and effort is the kindest thing someone could do.

[tenshioffcial]

Valentine - Connor.

Fluff, Angst, FemReader!, PlusSizeReader!, Heart Melting Love, Smut in this chapter. Connor loves reader so much but doesn't understand the feeling, from becoming a deviant he is learning but he also is learning about other feelings he is having.

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this is part 2 to part 1

"Connor, I love you, okay?" Is all I could say to him and not going to lie it feels like a heavy weight was lifted off of my chest He paused and looked at me unsure what to say next. "Y/n I didn't know you felt that way towards me." I sighed feeling happy now that I told him. "Yeah, I have for a while now I just never told anyone because well i felt like something was wrong with me for loving an android." He looked confused I thought but then his facial expression changed. "Why would you be worried that something is wrong with you for loving an android?" I sighed again now trembling and trying not to cry. "Well i told one person, my mother and she told my dad then both of them told me they never wanted to speak to me because I love an android and I got shamed for it and made to feel like the biggest piece of shit for it." He sighed and his LED light changed color to what looked like a deep blue then he stood up and walked over to me and hugged me. "Shhh... It's okay Y/n there isn't a reason to cry I'm here with you, aren't I?" I sniffled and wiped my eyes. "I guess that's true." He smiled at me which made me return the smile. "How about we get out of here Princess?" I blushed at the nickname he gave me and nodded because I did not trust my words right now because he doesn't even know how he is affecting me. He took me to the beach, and we walked barefooted along it. "Hey Y/n?" "Yeah Connor?" I looked to him and he seemed confused and like he was thinking about how to respond before he spoke. "I was wondering if you might want to be mine?" I must have been the deepest red blush ever. "Y-yes Connor I would be happy to be yours." He smiled and then grabbed me and pulled me into his chest and kissed me with so much passion it felt like I was letting go of the biggest weight holding me down to the ground, but I was grounded at the same time. We released each other after what seemed like forever. "Let's go back to my place Connor." He nodded and grabbed my hand walking us back to the car. We were mostly quiet, but he kept looking over at me and finally put his hand on my thigh. I shifted a little and he took it away in a panic I thought about it for a moment. I grabbed his hand and put it back but this time it's closer to my crotch this time. He got nervous and then I smirked moving his hand closer to my crotch. I moaned from the friction. He liked my reaction to his touch and kept going farther. unfortunately, we arrived at my apartment, and I brought him in with me. He pinned me against the wall kissing me and touching me making me so fucking wet. He moved his right hand to touch my pussy. "God damn you are so wet princess." His voice lowered close to a whisper but not quite. "All for you daddy." He chuckled lowly.

We moved on towards my bedroom, He removed my dress, and I unbuttoned his shirt and started groping his cock through his pants driving him nuts. He grabbed my wrist. "Tsk you shouldn't tease me baby girl." He flipped me over on my stomach and he lifted my ass in the air. I could hear him walking around the room, but I finally looked over at him he brought a blindfold over to me and covered my eyes. I could hear him again moving around again. Smack! He smacked my ass and the noises I made. I moaned louder than I ever have before. He loved that reaction. Smack! Smack! Smack! My ass must have been beet red, and I hoped so. My stomach was turning, and I needed him to fuck me now. "Please... no... more.... daddy... I need... your cock." He smirked and then go close to my ear. (Be patient princess.) I whimpered wanting him to fuck me so bad, but I hope being a good girl will lead to that. He moved again this time lower on me and I felt the bed dip by my ass and felt his breath on my cunt and ass. Next thing I know he started eating me out working my clit with his tongue and using his fingers to fuck my pussy. I was falling apart for him. I started feeling that knot form in my stomach. "I'm-I'm about to cum daddy!" He kept going till I came undone on his fingers and tongue. I felt him get up and he flipped me over to which I squeaked and was giggling a little from it. I felt the bed dip again this time the weight was on top of me. He got close to my ear. (Do you think I should take the blindfold off princess?) I nodded. Smack! He hit my thigh which made me whimper. (Tsk princess use your words.) "Y-yes daddy please." He took it off and then kissed me and pulled away. "You ready princess?" I went to nod but stopped myself. "Yes, daddy I am" He chuckled knowing that I wanted to nod but was proud that I spoke first this time. He lined up at my dripping cunt and rubbed through my wet folds a few times to lather his cock in my drippings and he pushed it in slowly till he filled me to the brim with his cock. I moaned and wiggled around from how good it felt having him inside of me he started fucking me at a slow even pace and started kissing me again with more passion and then he moved lower with the kisses down my jaw then my neck and then my tits. He started sucking on my tits and leaving hickeys everywhere. I felt the knot form again in my stomach and I gripped onto his back and started clawing him feeling my release coming. "I'm- I'm going to...cum d-daddy." He smiled blissfully at me. "I know me too princess." He groaned and started being rougher and faster. "I'm Cumming daddy!" I moaned and writhed under him, and he groaned and released to his artificial cum coating my walls. He pulled out then he pulled me on top of him and placed his cock inside my still sensitive cunt. I started grinding into him making him moan and groan meanwhile I'm a whimpering/moaning mess. "It feels... so good princess." He moaned again. I could feel the knot forming again but my body is so weak from my last two orgasms. He started thrusting up into me making me cry out and whimper. "I'm gonna cum daddy!" He groaned. "Me too Babygirl." We both came undone on each other me screaming and writhing under him while he is a moaning mess. He pulled out then walked away and came back with wipes and a towel to clean me and himself up. Once he was finished, he cuddled me under the covers his face was snuggled into my hair while I was snuggled into his chest. Then I realized what today was. "Shit!" He looked panicked. "What did I do something wrong?" I shook my head. "No, it's just today was Valentine's day." He looked away from me like he was thinking about something. "Well happy Valentine's Day my beautiful princess." I blushed from the nickname. "Happy Valentine's Day My handsome king."

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A/n: This was fun to make <3 If ya'll have any requests feel free to send me them also thank you all for your likes and reblogs on my stories. Anyway, I hope you all had/have a good day/night and I love you all.

[matenrou-fan]

Requests Open again? Let's go before it's too late 🤧I'm on my period and it hurts so f***ing MUCH!!!

BadAss Temple(separately ofc) playing the pocky game with their fem!s/o(She is the one that suggested btw, I dunno I always imagine the s/o being a little bratty, specially with Hitoya and Kuko) - Maid Cafe Anon

BadAss Temple playing the pocky game with their fem!s/o

Kuko and bratty s/o.. It sounds like a good competition. Also hope my work will make you feel better <3

femreader, teasing, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-"Huh? What do you wanna try? Alright, but don't complain if I start to play by my rules, alright?"

-Maybe you thought you could confuse him with such a thing? Well, actually yes, but only when you both get too close to the middle and your lips start to brush at each other.

-Till this moment he's pretty bold, not even interrupting eye contact with you, holding your waist softly. Cause right now for Kuko it's actually just a game, a challenge to make you blush first.

-So he would try to get to the middle first, and when he notices that you're not pulling away, but also quickly eating your part, that's where all his bratty attitude fades away. It's much harder to look at your face now, when he can feel your tickling breathe..

-Yet of course Kuko would act brave till the end, trying to show with his whole expression that he has no shame. If his mouth wouldn't be busy with a long biscuit, your boyfriend would totally tease you just to see a more shy glow in your eyes, yet your smirk tells him you're going to be as bratty as he is..

-Even if he can't stop his heart from beating so fast, there's no way he would pull away and hide his face, never! So you would end up with a kiss on the first attempt.

-And it would be a pretty messy kiss, as now, when you don't have this stupid sweet between your mouths and you close your eyes, Kuko can take revenge and make you more embarrassed. He was seeing your teasing expression and now wants to make it into some blushing and nervous one. And he knows exactly how to do this.

-So maybe after two or three Pocky he will get a taste, and get more calm, enjoying such a game. Now it's your turn to find out it's actually pretty hard to keep your cool when someone looks at you like this..

-"What's wrong, s/o? This time you looked away, I noticed this.." - Kuko smirk, pinching your waist lightly. - "I'm sure in the next round you would finally pull away, doncha?"

-Just at what moment you both forgot about candies and just started sharing more kisses..?

-"Ahh, so today my princess of the darkness wants to delight me with some game from human's world? Then I'm ready to be amused.."

-Of course he's so nervous that he switches to his pompous mode!! All your teases and games always leave him all red and trembling, as he giggles nervously. And now, such a test makes him nervous.

-As soon as you place a sweet stick between your mouths, that's it, Jyushi is absolutely embarrassed again.

-For the first few times you win, as he just can't help but pull away everytime his eyes meet yours. Your faces are so close, and you look at him so playful, and the fact that you also hold BOTH OF HIS HANDS.. His heart can't take it!!

-After you offered your boyfriend to close his eyes and just enjoy the taste of biscuit, everything got better, and your lips finally pressed to each other. For a second Jushi shrugs, mewling in your mouth but you just grab his shoulders, continuing to kiss him.

-A pretty quick kiss, as you were kinda afraid he would fall unconscious now. And, also, after that he just gets more coy, closing his eyes every time tips of your noses start to tickle each other..

-Well, when you already eat almost half of a packet, Jyushi gets used to such a naughty game, starting to look at you more with need than with embarrassment. After all, even with someone as sensitive as he can start to be pretty bold, huh..?

-"L..let's take another one, please.." - with a soft mumble, Jushi looked away. - "I swear, it will be the last one.."

-Of course you ended up eating a whole reserve you had. Well, how could you both pay attention to how many sweets you eat, when your lips were much more delicious?

-"... this is the first time I heard about something like that. If you wanna kiss me, just say it, okay?"

-Acting like he's too old for any games, but actually he enjoys some playful teases, just not in such a way. But there's a first time for everything?

-There's no way you would outplay him with your bratty behavior and boldness. Oh, how sweet, but he's too stoic to actually get embarrassed so quickly, watching with delight how slowly your face changes when you realize for him it's nothing.

-And, of course, you would finish with a kiss in your first attempt. And he would be the one to initiate this, as Hitoya already ate his half and quickly covered your part, before luring you into a long kiss. A really long one, as he wants to melt you more as fast as possible.

-It's just really amusing, seeing how you ended up falling into the trap you made for him. And your boyfriend would totally tease you about this, tickling you with his words almost as with his deep kisses.

-Actually, one Pocky is enough for him, but if you want to make a round twox then he doesn't mind. Go on, want to lose again?

-Hitoya's is willing to do this as long as you want. Cause, despite he really loves to see your bratty smirk, watching as your brows start trembling and cheeks blush every time his lips meet yours is one of his favorite things, actually.

-"Mm, maybe someone should just give up, don't you think?" - with a soft but low chuckle he pulls away another biscuit you put in your mouth and puts it aside, instead just leaning closer, titillating your lips with his in a light touch. - "Just admit your defeat and I'll reward you with another kiss, okay?"

[purrassicjet]

Beginning scene from the fic I mentioned at the top of this post :)

Sandra Lynn tapped her foot against the ground, leaning against Baxter as she waited. The Aguefort parking lot was filled with parents and their different vehicles and mounts; she briefly picked some of Fig's friend's parents out of the crowd. She hadn't done pick up in a long time, long hours at work combined with a fiery dislike from her daughter's end had stopped it from happening. She straightened up as the bell rang and students started pouring out of the building. She could pick out the ranging students immediately, animal companions trotting beside them, punching each other's shoulders and chasing each other around. Her mind briefly flashed back to her own Aguefort days, doing the exact same thing with her ranger friends. Her heart ached briefly. The amount it had stayed the same was shocking, but the amount it had changed was too. She still chased the other Rangers in her base when they had the time, holding mock races with their mounts and seeing who could get closest to the owlbear before it woke up. It was silly and childish, but it was just what Rangers did.

“Where's Gilear?”

Fig's voice snapped Sandra Lynn out of her daydream.

“Hi Mom. Great to see you. How was work?” She teased, rolling her eyes and trying not to think too deeply into her daughter's words.

Her daughter smiled a little and repeated the words in a mutter.

“Work was great, thank you. Gilear has a staff meeting. He asked me to pick you up today.” She gestured to Baxter, “Hop on. We're going to grab some ice cream at Basrar’s.”

Fig nodded, “Awesome!” She hopped onto Baxter.

Just as Sandra Lynn as about to toss her leg over her mount's shoulders, a voice caught her attention.

“Sandra Lynn! Can I speak to you for a second?”

She turned around to see Jawbone O'Shaunessy jogging out of the building, weaving through the kids still trying to find their parents. She tapped Baxter on the neck, “I'll be right back.” She nodded to Fig and caught up to Jawbone.

“What's up?” A little sliver of anxiety wormed it's way into her chest. Was there a problem? She knew Fig wasn't the best at actually going to class, but she didn't realise it was bad enough for her to be spoken to in person.

“I was just wondering if you would like to grab a coffee sometime. Maybe at Krom's Diner?” Jawbone grinned, suddenly looking a little awkward.

At the question, something in Sandra Lynn's brain shut off. She stared at the man in front of her with her mouth slightly agape, trying to gather herself enough to answer his question. Sure, Jawbone was attractive, quite so, but her reputation followed her like a plague. Gilear and Jawbone worked on the same staff, the likely hood of Jawbone not knowing about what she had done was low. She had figured that nobody inside Elmville would ever ask something like that. Not ever again. She was a liar and a cheater, she had lied to her now ex-husband for years. Even she wouldn't date herself with that kind of reputation. Heat spread over her face as she briefly concidered that it might be a joke, something Fig set up, but Jawbone looked genuine.

“You don't have to say yes.”

“No!” Sandra Lynn raised her hands like she was going to grab Jawbone's shoulders, but thought better of it and let her hands hang in the air, “I mean, yes. Uh. Fuck.” She covered her face, feeling the heat radiating off it. She didn't know why she was acting so childish, why she couldn't just stay calm, but embarrassed panic had taken hold of her so quickly.

“Restart, okay.” She dragged her hands across her face and looked back at the werewolf, the genuine expression still sitting on his face. Maybe she hadn't completely fucked it? “Yes. I'd love that. I'm not working Saturday. How about sometime then?”

Jawbone smiled a little wider, “How about three?”

She nodded, a smile also spreading over her face, “Sounds great. I'll see you then.”

“Perfect.” He gave one last toothy grin and just… walked away like nothing happened.

Sandra Lynn was left dumbstruck, staring at the guidence councilor as he disappeared back into the school building.

“Mom?”

She shook her head to try and reset her brain. “Coming, Fig.” She jogged back to Baxter, hopping on without looking at Fig. She knew what expression her daughter would have, the knowing shit eating grin.

“What was that about?” Fig leaned around as they took off, the grin ever present in her voice.

“Nothing you need to be concerned with.” Sandra Lynn cleared her throat, pretending to be very focused on steering. Baxter guided himself mostly, but it was useful to pretend sometimes.

We never get an actual explanation of how Sandra-Lynn and Jawbone met or got together in canon so I am curious. How do you think they started?

This is actually the premise of one of the fics I'm currently writing LMAO.

I think they come from very simple beginnings. They first saw each other after the Kalvaxus fight when Sandra Lynn returned with the Seven. They didn't speak or properly meet, but Sandra Lynn was thankful that he was there to look after the kids. (The best thing you can do is be the person somebody's kid needed)

As Sandra Lynn continued to pick Fig up from school, Jawbone saw more of her from afar. He saw how dedicated she was to being a parent and admired that.

They were the last of the Bad Parents couples to get together. Jawbone wondered for a while if it was right to ask somebody so fresh out of a divorce out on a date, but after not-so-subtly asking Gilear if his ex-wife was off limits if they were to stay best friends, and being promised that they could still be friends, Jawbone decided to shoot his shot and pulled Sandra Lynn aside when she was picking up Fig.

At first, it looked like she was going to say no. She had completely written herself off as having a love life ever again (between Bobby Dawn, Gilear, and rejecting Gorthalax, she assumed she had used all her chances), so Jawbone asking her out completely threw her for a loop. After collecting herself enough to respond, Sandra Lynn accepted and they organised to meet up at Krom's.

Sandra Lynn was nervous as hell to start, waiting for it to be some sort of prank or joke, but she found she had instant chemistry with Jawbone. He was interested in her work as a Ranger and asked great questions, and had great stories to tell of his own.

They had a couple of dates before they officially got together, but Tracker, Kristen, and Adaine assumed they were together from the moment he got back from the first one.

They brought Mordred Manor so quickly because a, as stated in canon, they were very much in love, and B, Sandra Lynn was technically homeless (her house burned down and griffin's really can't stay in apartments), living under a magical tarp on the edge of the woods, so after Jawbone found out, he was more than willing to get a house together.

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

Squishes and Kisses

Loki x Shy!reader

SFW; Fluff, fluff, and more fluff, cute romance

Words: 2495

Summary: Loki and Y/N have been together for nearly a month, and are beginning to grow more comfortable with physical affection toward each other. Loki finds a playful way to show his love.

Warnings: Aside from a little bit of tickling, and Loki being absolutely smitten, not really any other warnings

DISCLAIMER: This was originally written in January (the number of fics I just have in my notes because for so many months I was scared to share them-) Also please forgive me for possible out of character moments. This fic is full of self indulgent cuteness

Y/N sat at the kitchen counter, lightly swinging their uninjured leg as they silently watched their lover prepare two mugs of tea. They'd returned from a taxing mission the day prior with a sprained ankle, so Loki took it upon himself to dote on his lover while they were recovering. Y/N did not mind, though they were a bit nervous about the idea initially. The two had only become a couple almost a month prior, though they'd been friends far longer than that. The Avenger had always been shy, but it seemed to increase tenfold when the two became romantically involved with each other.

"Darling, keep that ankle elevated," Loki sighed. "I have the cushion on that stool for a reason."

"I can't see you if I'm turned that way..." Y/N argued quietly, sheepishly looking at their hands. Their words had Loki's heart growing soft. Though he'd not say it aloud quite yet, their shyness was too adorable for words to properly describe.

He simply chuckled, walking over to Y/N while he waited for the tea to steep. Y/N silently looked up at him, and he gently placed his hands on the side of their face, leaning down to press a loving kiss to the top of their head.

"I missed you, Loki..."

"I missed you too, dearest," Loki uttered, before ever so gently and affectionately pinching Y/N's cheeks.

"L-Loki! No squish..." Y/N whined, making their partner laugh.

"Yes squish~" He'd picked up the habit after realizing how cute their cheeks were. Their reaction never failed to make him chuckle heartily, and each time he did it, he could feel their face get warm and see their expression grow more timid than usual.

"W-Why?" They muttered, looking up at him bashfully.

"Are you going to keep your ankle elevated now~?" Loki questioned softly, giving a satisfied smirk when Y/N nodded. "Good. Here, allow me."

He gently lifted their leg and ankle, setting it down ever so carefully on the cushion he'd set on the stool across from them. Y/N looked at their hands once more, but Loki carefully lifted their chin and gave a loving smile.

"Let me finish the tea. I promise I won't be long, alright? I'm still right here."

"O-Okay..."

Y/N couldn't help but smile shyly when Loki kissed the back of their hand before he returned to the other counter to finish preparing their mugs of tea. "Honey? Or milk and sugar?"

"Milk and sugar, please."

As Loki finished the tea preparation and set the other ingredients away, he briefly turned his head, and his eyes met Y/N's. His partner quickly averted their eyes, but they definitely knew that Loki had caught them gazing. He chuckled, before picking up the mugs and walking over to join his darling at the kitchen island.

"Here you are, my love." Loki set the two mugs on the countertop before pressing a quick kiss to their temple.

"Thank you, Loki." Y/N's brows furrowed when Loki leaned closer, his nose nearly touching theirs as he looked directly into their eyes with a smirk. "W-Why are you l-looking at me like that-LOKI!"

He chuckled devilishly at the squeaky exclamation of his name in response to him pinching their cheek. Y/N pouted when Loki gently squished their cheeks together. "I just can't help myself, darling. You do realize that precious little pout of yours just makes me want to pinch your cheeks more, don't you?"

"Mmno." Y/N huffed defiantly.

"Mmmmyes~" Loki teased, kissing their nose before he moved his hands from the sides of their face. Y/N didn't want to admit to him that they felt their heart sink a little when he stopped squishing their face. They loved Loki's playfulness, despite how flustered it always made them.

The God pulled up another stool and sat beside his partner, turning to face them as he took hold of his mug. "How's the tea? Is it to your liking?"

A timid nod made Loki smile. Their little tea date went mostly uninterrupted, save for Tony peeking his head in after briefly glancing at the sight of the two drinking their tea and holding hands while he was walking by.

"You two are gonna give the whole tower cavities. Stop being so damn sweet."

Loki opened his mouth to retort, slightly irked at Tony's comment, but stopped himself when he heard Y/N giggling. Their laugh never ever failed to make his heart flutter in his chest. Y/N often grew insecure of their laugh, but to Loki, it was the most beautiful sound in all the Nine Realms. Norns, was he lucky to be able to call Y/N his and have the honor of being theirs.

"How about we settle in the common room for a little while after we're done our tea?" Loki suggested. "I can continue reading to you if you'd like."

He saw the way Y/N's eyes brightened even more, and the smile tugging at their lips which they hid behind their mug. "Yes, please. I-I've missed you reading to me..."

"You were only away for two days, dearest," Loki pointed out. "I did read to you yesterday too."

"I s-still missed it..." Y/N muttered bashfully, glancing at the counter before looking back up.

"I know you did," Loki relented with a warm smile. "I missed reading to you just as much, my darling."

The timid Avenger bit their lip, and Loki was practically screaming internally. He couldn't handle it. Y/N had him absolutely wrapped around their finger, and he had absolutely no complaints about it. Once again, the God leaned closer and affectionately pinched their cheeks. With a sigh, Y/N looked up, only let out a small giggly shriek when he nuzzled their nose.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me, Y/N? The power you hold? No other mortal in all the Nine Realms can make this God's heart turn to mush and give his stomach butterflies."

"IhI'm reminded everyday by the love of my life," Y/N giggled softly, as Loki's eyes widened.

"Goodness gracious! Stop it! You just might kill me one day," Loki teased. "My love, you are truly one of a kind. I love you."

"I love you more."

"Did you just- Norns I can't handle you. You know bloody well how precious you are, don't you?"

Y/N only let out a giggle in response, moving to hide their face in their hands, though they were stopped from doing so by Loki gently holding their wrists.

"Oh no you don't~ I want to see that adorable flustered face of yours~"

"Lohoki!"

"Such a darling~"

"S-Stahap ihihit," Y/N squeaked out, giggling harder when Loki pinched their cheeks again.

After the two had finished their tea, Loki quickly washed the mugs and set them up to dry, before placing his arms underneath Y/N's legs as well as around their waist, and lifted them into his arms. They shrieked, and quickly clung to him, wrapping their arms around his shoulders.

"L-Loki!"

"I've got you, my love," Loki assured them, chuckling as Y/N timidly rested their head on his shoulder. "Not used to seeing things at this height~?"

"Hush."

"Cute."

Loki carried them to the common room, where he used his magic to set up a cushion for Y/N's ankle, before leaning back on the couch and pulling Y/N to lie back on his chest. He conjured a blanket, and the book they'd been reading. Y/N leaned back their head to look up at him, and he looked down with a raised brow at Y/N's sudden giggle.

"Hihi."

"Hello there~ What's got you giggling~?"

"Nohothihing." Loki did not believe that for one second. He sneakily, and curiously moved his hand to rest just under the bottom of Y/N's shirt where it had ridden up, and watched as their eyes widened. "L-Lohoki, whahat are you dohohIHIHING!"

He briefly wiggled his fingers on their belly, chuckling at the way they squealed, before he gently moved their shirt back into place and leaned closer to Y/N's ear.

"I do hope you know, that as soon as that ankle's healed, I'm going to use my newfound knowledge and tickle you to pieces~" Those words had Y/N's face burning, and they hid it in the blanket with a giggly whine. Loki laughed softly and kissed the top of their head. "Come out of there, you silly Midgardian~ Now then, we were on chapter seven, weren't we?"

"His heart melted when Y/N bashfully poked their head back out from under the blanket to answer with a quiet "Mhm." As soon as he was open to the page, he held the book with one hand while interlacing his fingers with his partner's, whom he then bestowed with the task of turning the page when he was finished. Y/N could feel the low rumbling of his voice in his chest against their back, and found that their body was growing more relaxed with each word he uttered.

"Loki... I'm... I'm getting sleepy," Y/N whispered after four chapters.

"Is my voice boring you that much~?" Loki teased, though he partially regretted doing so upon seeing Y/N look up at him with wide, saddened eyes.

"Nooo," they insisted with a pout. Norns, if beings could be killed by cuteness, Y/N surely would have ended him right in that moment. He quickly placed the bookmark in between the pages and closed it, setting the book down and placing his hands on Y/N's face.

"I was only teasing, my love~" he cooed.

"I like your voice," Y/N stated, the pout still on their face. "It's soothing and comforting, and it makes me feel safe..."

"You... you really mean that?" Loki asked softly, gently brushing the side of their face with his thumb. It was a bit awkward seeing each other upside down, but it was even more adorable.

"Oh my goodness gracious, you're so precious," Loki muttered under his breath. "Dearest, please stop looking at me like that. You're making me melt. Norns, I'd do anything for you."

"Y-You would...?"

"I swear to Odin I would."

"Y/N pondered his words for a moment, before mustering up the courage to ask their question with one simple word. "Squish?"

Loki's eyes lit up and he raised his eyebrows. No more than a second later, he was grinning ear to ear and gently pinching Y/N's cheeks playfully. Their breath hitched and they let out hiccupy giggles.

"Is this you admitting you like this little gesture of affection, darling~?" He teased, chuckling at Y/N squeaking when he lightly squished their cheeks. "That precious giggle of yours is confirming my suspicions."

Y/N only giggled harder, and though they were a bit sad when Loki ceased his playful act, his forehead kisses made them hum very happily.

"I love you, Loki."

"I love you more~" Loki sang.

"I love you most~!" Y/N countered, their giggle fit beginning all over again when Loki's jaw dropped.

"You cheeky little mortal~" he growled, peppering kisses on their neck and making them shriek with laughter. "I ought to tickle you whenever you pull that trick."

He used his magic to put the book away and wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist. "I adore you, Y/N."

"Loki," Y/N whispered, looking up at him one more time. "I'm really, really happy... happy that you're here, and happy that you're with me... I-I know I was a little nervous and intimidated by you when you first came to live here, but I'm not scared anymore. I haven't been for a long time. I love you... to the Nine Realms and beyond."

Y/N smiled shyly as Loki beamed, but they panicked when he began to cry. They reached up and placed their hand on his cheek, and he leaned into their touch. "Loki, why are you crying...? Are you okay?"

Their voice was so soft and Loki couldn't handle it. "Bloody Hel, I love you so much. I don't know what I did to deserve your love, or to deserve being entrusted with your heart, but I am so grateful."

"Loki... the answer to that, is that you exist. You're here in this world with me. You have my love and my heart because you are you."

Loki was crying harder from those words and Y/N panicked even more, but he quickly assured them that he was overcome with absolute joy. Y/N giggled, before their smile faded and they bit their lip as they became lost in their thoughts, resting their head on his shoulder.

"W-What did I do... to deserve your love and to be entrusted with your heart, Loki?"

"My darling mortal," Loki hummed, tilting their chin so he could look at them more clearly. "For the same reasons you mentioned when I asked you the same thing. The bonus is being charmed by absolutely everything you do by just being you. The way your nose scrunches when you smile, how you hiccup when you giggle, the way you bite your lip when you're thinking or the way you pout cutely."

"L-Loki..."

"That right there too. The way you say my name, especially when you're flustered. I adore everything about you, my love. Everything." Loki paused, before smiling lovingly again and leaning closer. "You also trusted me, often at times more than I have trusted myself."

Y/N saw Loki eyeing their lips, and they were also eyeing his. The two had not yet shared a first kiss on the lips, though they'd shared hand kisses, face kisses, and neck kisses.

"H-Hi, Loki."

"Hello there, dearest."

"A-Are you gonna kiss me...?"

"Would that be alright with you?"

The moment Y/N nodded, Loki gently pressed his lips to theirs, giving them a tender kiss. His fingers interlaced with theirs again and he brushed his thumb across their shoulder. He could feel the heat emitting from Y/N's face and chuckled, giving them a few more gentle pecks before moving back.

"Was that alright, darling?"

"Very."

"I'm glad~ Oh, was that a yawn? You did mention you were growing sleepy. I've kept you awake long enough, haven't I?"

"May we stay like this? Can you stay here... with me... holding me I mean?" Y/N's voice was softer, with more drawn out sentences, which was a telltale sign that they were about to nod off.

"Of course, dear heart. Have a little nap and I'll be right here when you awaken."

"Thank you, Loki. I love you."

"I love you more~"

"IhI love you most~" Y/N sang sleepily, eyes fluttering shut and their head slowly falling onto Loki's chest.

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I adore Loki so much I can't even begin to tell y'all just how much 😖💚 This is another old fic I wrote because I just need this sweet tenderness in my life T-T

[sanderchu]

Hii! I just read your Tommy fluff alphabet and I loved it :D could I request a dream one <3 fem!reader

Fluff alphabet

Dreamwastaken version

Note: I actually have two versions of a fluff alphabet- I’m scared to use it but I always can :) also I might stop using header it’s just to much time to look for ones I didn’t use than the writing itself- but I’ll see :)

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

- the way you speak. He enjoys hearing you rant or speak about your interest to him like it will be your last. He will sit there for hours just to hear you speak and accidentally repeat yourself. He doesn’t care <3

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?) [not in a wrong way of course]

- he loves your chest/waist. He’s always trying to cuddle up on you and be all touchy. Always holding you in public that way

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

- he enjoys spooning you because of his height. Holding you is one of the best things he can ask for and enjoys every moment

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

- Dates Are probably Minecraft dates and if your ok with it he streams them and chat clips you guys being cute and flirty together

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

- 50/50 at first hes calm and a bit tense but as the relationship goes by he’s more cheerful and excited just him because he knows he can be himself around you

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

- he probably wants a one kid but never really talked about it because he was scared of the topic

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

- if you give him gifts he’s so appreciative and demands he gets you something in return 

- if he’s giving you gifts he gets you something expensive and always expects the “how much was it?” Scold but always thinks it’s worth it

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

- a simple hand hold unless you guys are sitting down then he holds your hand from across the table like this:

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

- if you got hurt he panics on who hurt you then what happened that you almost have to yell at him for help. But apart from that he’s gentle only because he’s scared to hurt you more

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

- he’s a jokester but is mainly trying to keep the relationship serious to be with you long (Bc he’s a simp) but is more open sooner or later so yeah

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

- Very teasing and passionate no matter if there quick pecks or long ones before bed. He will kiss you other places but always tries to get to your lips before changing it to your forehead or cheek

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

- the act of words. He tries his best to show himself through his words. “I love you”, “your so perfect” stuff like that throughout the day

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

- the day he actually felt like he was going to put a ring on you. The day he realized your the one

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

- the thought of a huge fight and both you snap in each other. He can’t lose you especially after the day he decided you were the one

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

- twirling your hair as you focus on something and he’s always so gentle you never feel it

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

- babe, dear, sunshine (just yes-)

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

- playing minecraft speed runs with you and he always sets up the map beforehand to get you to win

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Perfect -Ed sheeren

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

- super open after a while. Relationships take time so if you give him time he will be the most open person with you ever

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

- 1 year he wanted to make sure he can commit and be the best for you that he can

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Very helpful and gets mad with you depending on what it is but apart from that he’s very comforting

V = Vaunt (Do they like to show you off?)

- before his internet he was careful but did show you off claiming you as his roommate until after his face reveal

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

- he would protect you all the way, have you seen his height

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

- super well. Before he picked you he notice and focused on your habits and moods to know exactly what to do without asking

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

- at a beach or at twitch in a live panel, It just fits in a way

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

- compliments, he adores hearing them from you and just the right amount puts him into a trace of sleep

[accio-samulet]

prince & princess — adrian pucey x fem!reader, soulmate au

Summary: Adrian Pucey and Y/N Y/L/N never got along; everyone knew that. But no one exactly knew why. Heck, even Y/N didn’t know why the Slytherin chaser was out to get her from day one. She wished to simply ignore him until graduation, but fate had other plans.

Warnings: some angst

Notes: soulmate au (share the same mark), reader uses she/her pronouns, sorted into Slytherin, two years older than golden trio, shorter than Adiran, no other physical traits mentioned I believe?

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: this is kinda different from my other fic so i hope y’all still enjoy! I was determined to post this by midnight but it’s 12:20am now so fail but also win bc i finished so?? i did a fast proofread so sorry for any typos :-)

First Year

The happiness was radiating from Y/N as she walked through the doors of the Great Hall. She had heard so many stories of Hogwarts growing up, it seemed too good to be true. This was the place where young witches and wizards learned the true extent of their powers. This was the place where her dad met his best friend, who was practically like an uncle to her and all his kids like cousins. This was the place where her mother played quidditch as seeker and went on to win the Quidditch Cup three years in a row. Most importantly, this was the place her parents met and fell in love.

They had been destined together since the beginning. A symbol, unique to each pair of soulmates, marked on their bodies. A symbol that would be the only clue given to help find the person fate put you with. As a young witch, Y/N begged her mom to tell her the story of how she and her dad met. It gave her hope to find a love like theirs one day. She would fantasize for hours about the surreal feeling of being in love with someone who was completely and utterly made for you. Standing here now, waiting to the sorted, her love story would finally start.

“Y/L/N, Y/N!”

She inhaled sharply, walking forward to the lone stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and started to fill her mind with its thoughts.

“What a lovely, young witch we have here. Quite smart, yes. Set on finding your soulmate... Works with what has been given. You’ll do best in...”

“SLYTHERIN!” The table with green and silver colors erupted with cheers. Y/N smiled greatly as she sat down, matching the same expression of those around her. After the ceremony had ended and the feast began, she turned to the young boy who sat next to her. She hoped to make some friends and start the latest chapter in her life off right. Not to mention, he was cute and anyone here could be her soulmate.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” she said welcomingly, extending her hand for him to shake. The boy turned, looking at her, then at her hand. It took him a second, but he finally shook her hand and said two simple words,

“Adrian Pucey.”

Second Year

A year went by and what appeared to be the start of a friendship turned the complete other way around. Adrian Pucey teased and hexed Y/N non-stop. He was like a rock stuck in her shoe all day, a papercut in-between her fingers, a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans that seemed to have no good flavours, not a single one. It was just enough to inconvenience her, but not enough to ruin her day.  

“Oi, Y/L/N!” She didn’t even have to turn around to know who was calling after her.

“What do you want, Pucey?” she replied, frowning. She was actually having a great day, he had not talked to her all day. “Can’t say that now though, can I?” she thought. He came running to her, clearly out of breath.

"Hold these!" he griped, shoving something towards her.

"What?! No way," she exclaimed back, pushing his hands away.

"I need you to take them now! Just for a second." He took her hand and forced her to hold whatever he had. Just as she was about to give them back, he ran past her and into another corridor.

"Miss Y/L/N... This is not how Slytherins are supposed to act. Detention, tomorrow at 7pm. Any talkback and I'll make it a whole week." She looked back in front of her and saw Professor Snape walking towards her. That’s when she finally noticed what Adrian had shoved into her hands: dungbombs. That little snake! Why is he always out to get me?!

Third Year

A new year and Adrian Pucey was still just as determined as the last two to mess with Y/N. She matched his determination and vowed one boy would not mess up her entire school experience. Her mother played quidditch during her Hogwarts and she wanted to do the same. That leads her to where she was now: the quidditch pitch for Slytherin tryouts. Unfortunately, Adrian had similar plans.

"Come to cheer me on, Y/L/N?" he asked with a smirk. She glared at him, giving him the look of "Really? What do you think?"

"No, Pucey, I'm trying out for the team," she stated obviously.

"Well, you might as well leave now. I'm clearly going to be the new chaser," he boasted. She rolled her eyes at his arrogance. Who knew a 13-year-old could be so full of themselves?

"I'm not going after chaser, I play keeper." Before he could comment, Flint, the new captain of the Slytherin team, called everyone together and discussed how tryouts would go. She was up against another third year for keeper, Miles Bletchley. Despite practicing all summer with her mom, Y/N still couldn’t shake the nerves off. She pushed off of the ground and flew into position at the hoops, Bletchley matching her movements and taking the other side. Taking turns, the current and recruiting chasers got a chance to score against her. She managed to save 9 out of 10 shots. Much to her disliking, the 1 goal that made it through was from none other than Adrian Pucey. Bletchley only managed to save 4. Flint ran a few more exercises with the chasers before calling all of them to the ground.

“I don’t even need to think after seeing how you lot performed out there. Keeper goes to Y/L/N, chaser to Pucey. Practice starts on Monday. The rest of you, don’t even bother trying out next year unless you improve by some bloody miracle,” Flint announced. Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. However, the sweet sensation was abruptly cut short when reality set in.

“Best get used to me, princess. Looks like we’re going to be spending a lot of more time together,” Pucey whispered to her as he walked by. She froze in her spot, baffled at the new nickname he had just called her. Just the other week, she was talking in the Great Hall with her roommates, exclaiming how as a little girl, she dressed up as a princess almost every Halloween. She wanted a fairytale ending just like all the princesses did. And not that she would dare mention this in an such open space, but this was directly influenced by her soulmate mark being a crown on her abdomen, right above her hip bone. Adrian clearly planned to use this new knowledge against her. She turned around and “accidentally” shoved past him as she walked into the charging rooms.

This was the first time Adrian Pucey called her princess and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

Fourth Year

It was dumb to be crying over this, but after one of the most stressful weeks of her life, Y/N couldn’t help but cry when she learned yet another one of her friends found their soulmate. Of course, everyone but her was finding theirs, the girl whose spent her whole life dreaming of her soulmate. How could fate be so cruel and sweet at the same time?

Y/N stared into the Black Lake, lost in thought as someone sat down next to her. They cleared their throat and Y/N snapped back into reality. She frowned as she took in the boy next to her.

“Look, Pucey, I’m not really in the mood right now,” she said, attempting to wipe her tears away from his view.

“I-I was just headed inside and saw you, it’s getting late,” he motioned to the last bit of sun peeking out in the horizon. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” His words were filled with sincerity.

“Oh,” she mumbled. She was shocked, not knowing what to say to his profound kindness. This wasn’t Adrian’s normal behavior.

“So, are you? Are you okay?” Y/N looked into his eyes, trying to find anything that would tell her he was joking right now. She couldn’t.

“Uh, not really, but it doesn’t matter. It’s none of your business,” she snapped back. Y/N had to remember who she was talking to. He may seem nice right now, but he had been hell any other time.

“Is about Ruth and her soulmate?” She looked back at him, stunned. “Sorry, you guys are kinda loud during meals and I saw how you reacted,” he spoke hesitantly.

“I’m shocked you were able to put that all together, or even cared for that matter,” she said, something in her wanting to speak honestly.

“I’m not a total arse, princess,” he laughed, easing the tension.

“I would beg to differ,” she joked back. Am I actually having a conversation with Adrian Pucey, like a normal conversation? What is Merlin’s name is happening?

“So, was I correct then? About the soulmate thing?” he asked.

“I’m not going to tell you, Pucey. You’ll just find some way to tease me about it.”

“I won’t, cross my heart and hope to die,” he whispered, evening doing the “x” motion with his finger across his heart. She stared at him hesitantly. What else do I have to lose, honestly?

“Fine, you were correct. The only thing I really want to do in life is find my soulmate, but that seems to never be happening. So yeah, it fucking sucks seeing my friends find theirs. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She didn’t mean be so crude with him, but to be fair, she did tell him she wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m sure you’ll find them, it’s only fo-” Adiran began to speak, but got cut off by Filch yelling at them for being out on school grounds past curfew. The two walked back to the common room in silence, never speaking of that interaction again. Adrian went back to his normal tactics, as if it never happened. Y/N thought about it every now and then, wondering why he had been so kind, but she would just be left as confused as the day it happened.

Fifth Year

This was when things started to truly get messy. Some newfound confidence, a growth spurt from both parties, and conflicted feelings were not a good mix together.

Y/N sat in her first potions lesson of the year, waiting for Professor Snape to walk in and begin. Luckily, she had her roommates to help keep her company. They are started to gossip about the latest people who found their soulmates over the summer. Of course, Y/N had no luck in her search so far. She had no clue it was this difficult to find them, especially when the mark is in a place often hidden by clothing. One of her roommates nudged her, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“Rumor has it that there’s a fellow fifth year boy with a crown mark,” Ruth exclaimed. Her eyes widened in shock. Ruth was always the one with the latest news, she somehow knew everything.

“You’re joking! Who? What?! When? W-where did you hear this?” she asked rapidly.

“Relax! I don’t know much, some sixth year Ravenclaw was talking about it on the way to Transfiguration yesterday,” she explained. She groaned in response. This rumor barely helped in her search and that’s all it was too: a rumor.

“Settle down,” Professor Snape called out, bringing everyone’s attention to the front. He looked around the room.

“These seats certainly won’t do if I expect any actual work to get done. Your new pairs are on the board. I expect a presentable Draught of Peace by the end of class,” he said, flickering his wand ever so slightly. Chalk moved swiftly across the board, listing off who would work with who. She read the line with her name: Y/L/N, Pucey. She groaned in response and hit her head down on the desk.

“Why, Merlin? Why,” she muttered. Her roommates laughed and wished her luck before heading off. They certainly knew her frustration about the Slytherin boy.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t it my favorite princess?” a voice beside her spoke. The voice was familiar, but now deeper? Y/N looked up at him. Oh Merlin, she thought. Adrian definitely had a growth spurt over the summer. She was once the same height, but now it seemed like he towered over her. All his features were finally filling in and it was clear the universe definitely spent some time on him. Not to mention, a good haircut, or lack thereof, does wonders. A subtle grown-out haircut is what she had always pictured her soulmate to have. Y/N, get it together! This is Adrian Pucey you’re thinking about, the guy who’s had it against you since first year! She shook the thoughts away before Adrian could notice her staring.

“I’ll get the ingredients, you find the recipe,” she stated quickly, getting up before he could argue. She took her time before returning to her inevitable partner. Adrian started to prepare the cauldron as she crushed up the moonstone. They worked in peace for a few minutes, thankfully, before he decided to say something.

“Do you reckon we’re partners for just today or the whole school year?” he piped up, glancing at her.

“I think I’d rather be a squib than be your potions partner for a year,” she retorted. This year, she was not gonna let him get away with messing with her. She suffered long enough from his tactics, it was time to fight back. She added the syrup of hellebore after the moonstone, waiting for the potion to turn turquoise.

“Ouch, finally snapping back I see. I like it, just another one of the many ways you’ve changed this summer,” he said with a smirk, looking at her. She sees his eyes flicker up and down her body. She turned away before he could see her blush. Did he really just say that? This was Adrian Pucey, right? The boy who’s hated her since first year and not just some rando on polyjuice? She put away her wonders and focused back on the potion. She was never the best at the class and could not mess up anymore, especially with OWLs this year.

“Next, add the powdered porcupine quills and stir clockwise 7 times,” she read out loud from the recipe.

“No, it said counterclockwise when I read it,” Adrian exclaimed. Before she could correct him, he stirred in the opposite direction which resulted in the potion bubbling immensely before ultimately exploding everywhere. She shrieked at the sudden outburst.

“You bloody idiot! I said clockwise for a reason,” she griped at him. He mumbled a quick and quiet “sorry.”

“Miss Y/L/N and Mister Pucey, detention both of you. Tonight. You’ll be cleaning up this mess along with all the other cauldrons without magic,” Professor Snape declared.

“You know, you could have just asked if you wanted some alone time together,” Adrian whispered into her ear. She shrived at the sudden proximity between the two of them and his new profound boldness. This year was going to be rough.

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“Seeing as it’s your fifth year, it’s time to revisit the subject of Boggarts. I would like you all to discuss with each other what you experience in your third year while I do some last minute preparations for our lesson,” Professor Lupin exclaimed. The fifth years jumped as the dresser in front of them jumped and rattled. Lupin had proved himself worthy over the year so far, but they still didn’t trust whatever was in that dresser.

“You can hold my hand if you’re scared, princess,” Adrian joked. “Let’s not forget what happened last time.” Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at the Slytherin boy. She could tell he was referring to how she almost burst into tears when it was her turn to fight the boggart and Professor Quirrell had to pull her aside.

“Oh yes, let’s not! I would never dare forget how you shrieked when it turned into a clown and chased you around the room,” she laughed, thinking about young Adrian frantically running around while Quirrell tried to catch the boggart.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, princess,” he said, hiding a smile.

“Maybe this lesson will jog your memory, I would love to relive that moment again.”

“You think you’ll see the same thing as last time?” he looked down at her as he spoke. Y/N wanted to say another joke, but she looked back up at him and was suddenly aware of how close he was standing next to her.

“Uh, I-I’m not really sure. I didn’t have a chance to see what it actually was last time. There’s a good chance it’ll be this one thing, but I’m really hoping it doesn’t turn into that,” she laughed dryly, trying to not make it awkward. Y/N knew damn what it would, the fear of being alone and not having a soulmate, but she couldn’t admit it out loud, especially to Adrian.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, you’re tough. But if not, I’ll be right behind you, princess,” he winked, nudging her. Y/N laughed and nudged him back. The two had fallen into this type of banter over the year, not exactly being friends, but not exactly being enemies. Y/N wasn’t where they stood with each other, but as her turn got closer, she started to gravity more towards Adrian, her arm slightly brushing his for a sense of comfort. Adrian didn’t dare look at her, instead just smiled to himself about the subtle touch.

Sixth Year

The Start-Of-Term feast hadn’t even begun before Adrian Pucey decided to go back to his familiar habits. Y/N glanced around the Great Hall, seeing some old and new faces, before catching Adrian’s eye. He sent her a wink, and she stuck her tongue out in response, making sure to turn away before he could notice her blushing. Over fifth year, it was hard to not fall for him, at least just a little bit. He constantly flirted with her while somehow still teasing her and making her life inconvenient in any way possible. How could a boy be so confusing? Her roommates were not blind to her new feelings, especially with how often she “complained” about him.

“Y/N! Please, classes haven’t even started yet,” Annabel groaned. She looked at her roommate confused. Annabel laughed at her bewilderment,

“Oh, please! We all just saw that look you just shared with Pucey. Just admit you like him already so we don’t have a repeat of last year.” Her two other roommates murmured in agreement.

“What?! I do not like him. He’s been an arse since first year, why would I like him? That’s completely barbaric,” she explained, rolling her eyes at her roommates’ delusions.

“Well something is obviously going on! If you can’t admit it, don’t come complaining to us,” Ruth retorted. Y/N muttered a quick disagreement before dropping the subject and turning back to Dumbledore to start the feast. There was no way I could actually like Arian Pucey, right?

The feast continued on and the news of the Triwizard Tournament was buzzing about the castle. The idea of two foreign schools joining them was exciting. The potential new people, chance for eternal glory, the Yule Ball. It was enough to make anyone look forward to the school year. Of course, being a sixth year, Y/N and her roommates could not compete. It was obvious some students did not like this rule, but it didn’t bother her much. She always preferred to watch from the sidelines away.

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The first task flew by and soon, it would be time for the Yule Ball. Y/N chatted with her roommates on their way to Potions, each discussing their dates or what they would wear. They reached the classroom’s door and Y/N parted ways from the rest of the girls. Snape thought it would be a good idea to keep the pairs from last year so she was stuck with Adrian again, but she didn’t mind it as much this time. He was already in his sit as she set her stuff down.

“Morning, how’s the princess’s day so far?” he questioned, looking at her.

“Hi, Pucey. Uh, it’s been fine I guess, can’t complain, yourself?” she replied as she got her books book out. She glanced over at him, his signature smile across his face.

“A lot better now that you’re here.” Y/N gave him a small smile, not knowing exactly what to say.

“The Yule Ball’s in a few weeks, you got a date?”

“Oh, uh actually I do,” answered, unsure why he was asking about this.

“Wait, really? Who?” he said, brows burrowed in confusion. Y/N could hear a bit of angry in his voice, but she pushed the thought away, she was surely just imagining it.

“Lawson, Edward Lawson. You might know him, he’s seventh year chaser for the Hufflepuff team.” Adrian’s jaw went tense. Now she definitely saw that, no imagining about it.

“If you wanted to go with a chaser, you could have just gone with me, you know?” he said, winking at her.

“In your dreams, Pucey,” Y/N retorted, glancing back at the boy whose eyes never seemed to leave her.

“Oh, you have no idea, princess,” he mumbled. “Look, if you ever manage to escape the bloody bloke, save me a dance, will ya?” he exclaimed with a smirk. Luckily Professor Snape walked in and started the lesson before she got to respond. She had no clue how to respond to that.

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Y/N sat in her room, perfecting the final touches of her hair and makeup. She was excited for the Yule Ball, but something felt off. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, though. She was surrounded by her friends, all getting ready and eagerly chatting. Soon, she would go downstairs and meet her very nice date. There was no reason not to be happy.

Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror, the girl looking back didn’t seem real. Her dress was better than her could ever imagine, and Annabel had truly outdone herself on the hair and makeup. She smiled, feeling at peace.

“You are going to knock him all off his feet, Y/N,” Ruth exclaimed. She changed her focus from herself to the other girl in the mirror.

“It’s so surreal, you know?”

“Edward isn’t going to be the only boy taken back. Who wants to bet Adrian won’t leave her alone tonight?” Annabel laughed as she put in her earrings. The other girls murmured along in agreeance. She rolled her eyes at her.

“You all are delusional, the boy has hated me since first year. And even if he didn’t, I do! I don’t care how much flirting he does! I’ll murder him if he gets in the way tonight.”

“You say that, but yet here you are in an evergreen dress, which happens to be Adrian’s favorite color. Down to the exact shade,” Annabel observed. Y/N gave her a shape glare, deciding not to retort back and make things worse.

The other girls were finally ready and they all went downstairs. The others had all found their dates, but Edward was no were to be seen. Instead of making a scene, Y/N told Ruth she forgot something upstairs and they should go on without her before it gets too late. She gave her an odd look, but agreed, leaving her be.

Her heart raced at the idea of being stood up. It had been 10 minutes past the arranged meet up time. Was this some kind of sick joke? Was this his plan along?

“You can’t think like this, Y/N. This night will not get ruined,” she muttered to yourself. She took a deep breath and made her way out the common room. She walked towards the Great Hall and saw Cedric Diggory, along with his date, Cho Chang. They looked amazing together.

“Diggory! So sorry to bother you, but have you seen Edward? He didn’t come down to the Dungeons to pick me up like we discussed,” she frowned as she spoke. His eyes widened as he saw her. Cedric was friends and on the quidditch team with Edward.

“Oh, uh.. Y-Y/N. I didn’t expect you here. A-about that...” He looked tense as talked. She tilted her head in confusion.

“Um, he’s not coming anymore.” Y/N’s heart dropped.

“What do you mean he’s not coming?”

“Well, you see. Please don’t get mad, I know how you two are, but Pucey may have threatened Edward and said if he took you to the Ball, it would be the last thing he ever did. Edward could barely tell me what happened after it. He really did want to come! He was so excited to be your date, but you know how Pucey can be when it comes to guys interested in you,” he explained quickly. Her world came to a halting stop as she processed what Cedric had just said.

“W-what?” It barely came out as a whisper, tears already threatening to escape.

“I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“Oh, um, thank you for letting me know. Please tell Edward I’m sorry. I had no clue this would happen. Sorry for bothering you once again, I hope you two have fun,” she utterly, leaving before they saw her completely breakdown. They smiled awkwardly at her and waved goodbye.

Thoughts raced around her head as she glanced throughout the crowed corridor. How could he do this? This was by far the cruelest thing he has ever done. What did Cedric even mean by “you know how Pucey can be when it comes to guys interested in you?” Had Adrian been the sole reason why it seemed like no guy at Hogwarts liked me? Her head started to feel dizzy with all the confusion. She stumbled her way outside, hoping the fresh air would help. She sat on the steps, too stunned to do anything else. She heard the sound of footsteps from behind her.

“Where’s the date, Y/L/N?” he teased. Y/N lifted her head and looked back at boy who has ridiculed her nonstop since first year. Rage took over her body.

“You. Complete. Fucking. Arse,” she uttered as she shoved him back. “Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy seeing me in fucking pain and then teasing me about it? Seriously, what is your problem?!” He was taken back from her sudden outburst. There was no holding back now.

“You’ve hated me since first year, Pucey! I’ve put up with your bullshit since first year. I put up with it year after year, but this is the last straw. The one thing I will not let you mess with is my fucking love life. How dare you ruin my night, the one night a guy finally shows some fucking interest in me! You KNOW how much the idea of meeting my soulmate means to me. Diggory said you’ve threatened every guy who’s ever been interested in me. Is that true?!” Y/N yelled, not caring who could hear her. Adrian was too stunned to speak.

“IS IT FUCKING TRUE?” she yelled impatiently. Tears had been rushing down her face at this point. Adrian never intended for this to happen.

“Yes, but Y/N lo-”

“Bloody hell, you are fucking pathetic, Pucey. Never talk to me again or I’ll go to the headmaster about this and make sure you will never talk to me, or let alone see me.” Her voice cracked with heartbreak as she spoke. Never in the six years of knowing him did she think Adrian would swoop this low. She shoved past him and didn’t look back as he called her name. As soon as she made it to her room, she cried and sobbed until there were no more tears.

Adrian Pucey had finally broke Y/N Y/L/N.

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It had been one month since that night. Adrain upheld Y/N’s word and hadn’t spoke to her since. No snappy remarks, no flirting, no ‘princess’s, not even so much as a glance. Part of her was relieved he listened to her, but the other part of her couldn’t help but miss his presence. It added variety to her day. Now, all the days seemed to ruin together.

She stared at the fire in the common room, her roommates chattering next to her. She had been so absent during this time, they didn’t deserve this. Y/N hadn’t even noticed their talk turn to whispers. They looked at her cautiously.

“Y/N...” Ruth voiced gently. Y/N snapped out of her gaze and looked at her.

“Are you sure everything’s okay? I mean, you haven’t been the same since the ball. Hell, I’m even worried about Pucey. He looks just as bad as you. Please talk to us,” the girl spoke with concern. Y/N sighed, not knowing exactly what to say.

“You all know what happened. I know Pucey and I weren’t exactly friends, but what he did was unacceptable. Whatever we had, it got completely broken now. I thought I was starting to actually lik- ... I-It doesn’t matter, guys. The damage is done and I’ll be fine. Just need some more time,” she gave a weak smile after she spoke, hoping that would satisfy them for now. They looked at her wearily and started to leave for bed. She heard a chorus of goodnights and now she sat in almost silence, the only sound coming from her breathing and the crackling of the fire.

Y/N didn’t know how long she had been then, but the fire was now almost completely dead. The moon shined through the Great Lake’s water, the only source of light in the common room. The sound of footsteps took her out of her thought. Before she could even react, Adrian Pucey shuffled into the common room and sighed as he fell back into the couch opposite of her. He didn’t even notice her at first until he opened his eyes.

“I-I didn’t see you here, sorry. I’ll leave,” he voiced as he got up. Before she could even think, she started to respond.

“It’s okay, you can stay.”

“Oh.” He definitely wasn’t expecting that as an answer.

“What are you doing up? It’s late,” she expressed quietly.

“I could ask you the same thing...” he chuckled dryly. She gave a slightly smile in return.

“Can we talk?” he asked, barely above a whisper, afraid of what the girl in front of him might say. Y/N hesitated, but gave a slight nod. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t been dying to know what Adrian was thinking these past few weeks, as if that would things any better.

“I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am, Y/N. Never in the years I’ve know you did I mean to cause you harm, especially like this. I really am sorry, so so sorry. I know none of this excuses my behavior, but I just can’t seem to think straight around you. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and you make my mind go crazy and j-just when I think things are going good between us, I fuck it all up,” he breathlessly explained.

“What are you getting at, Adrian?” you asked, titling your head in confusion.

“Look, I- ... Y-you never call me Adrian.”

“Yeah, I know.” Y/N looked down, playing with the hem of her shirt anxiously.

“Oh... Uh, I completely understand if you want to never speak to me, but Y/N, please know that I like you, like a lot. When I first saw you, I was a stupid 11-year-old boy who didn’t know how to talk to girls so I just teased you instead. Then I realized you hated me and the only way to get your attention was to tease you so I just continued to do so. And oh Merlin, when I first saw you fifth year, I had no clue how I was going to survive. You make my mind go wild. I’m completely mental about you, probably worse than any love potion you could give me. A-and I know you hate me now, but I just need you to know that I really am sorry. For everything.”

“I don’t hate you, Adrian, I never did,” she voiced. He stared back at the girl in bewilderment. “I don’t know where my feelings exactly are right now, especially after hearing this, but I don’t hate you. Part of me feels like I should, but I-I just can’t for some reason. I may say it to my friends, but I never actually mean it.”

“I’ll do anything you ask you’d me to make up for this, even if it means we can just be friends. Hell, I-I’ll even go to Lawson and tell him he can go on a date with you, that he should go on a date with you, because any guy would be luckily to have you.” Y/N smiled at his sweet words.

“You don’t have to do that, Adrian. I didn’t really want to go with him, anyways,” she confessed.

“Why did you agree to go with him, then?”

“No else was asking me,” she laughed dryly, trying to ease the tension. “Was kinda hoping a certain person would ask me, but they didn’t so.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She never imagined saying these things out loud, let alone to Adrian himself.

“I-I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“I mean, I don’t exactly know either. I was starting to like you, I want to like you, but I don’t know if that’s what’s best anymore,” she explained. She glanced over at Adrian, his eyes never leaving hers. He had a shy smile on his face.

“I swear I’ll make it up to you, no matter what it takes,” he begged. She stared at him, seeing only sincerity in his eyes. It was hard not to smile at him. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say. Y/N was so conflicted with her feelings for him. She subconsciously shivered from the coldness around her. It was the one thing Y/N didn’t like about the common room. Adrian noticed and stood up to take off his sweater.

“Here, take this. I always get too hot anyways,” he claimed as he lifted the sweater. His thin t-shirt underneath rose up with it. She started to protest, rolling her eyes before suddenly freezing. It happened all so fast, but she knew what she saw.

Adrian Pucey had the same exact crown mark as her, in the same exact place. The mark, no bigger than an inch, sat right above his hip bone on his abdomen. It felt as if the world had stopped. Y/N was too afraid to move, she stayed in place, staring at where the mark had just flashed. He handed the sweater out to her, but she did nothing.

“Y/N? Princess?” he called out. The nickname tore her out of the trance, it had been forever since she heard it. She glanced back up to his face, which was filled with concern. She subconsciously took the sweater and stared at him in bewilderment.

“I-I uh... I gotta go,” she muttered out before she ran away to her dorm. If she was thinking normally, she would have felt bad for leaving the poor boy so abruptly, but that was the last of her worries at the moment.

Adrian Pucey was her soulmate.

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“HE’S YOUR WHAT?!”

“Bloody hell, can you please not scream it to the whole Great Hall?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I cannot believe Adrian Pucey is your soulmate. Adrian! Of all people! I knew you liked him, it’s fate! What did he say when you told him?” Ruth exclaimed to her. She looked at her roommate sheepishly.

“I, uh, haven’t? I sorta ran away,” she explained, looking down in embarrassment. Annabel, who sat next her, smacked the back of her head.

“Are you dumb? This is all you have ever wanted in your entire time being here at Hogwarts and you left the poor boy. Absolutely, completely, undeniably foolish!” she rambled.

“What’s so foolish?” a deep voice said from next to them. Adrian had just joined for breakfast and was now sitting down. All the girls looked over, baffled. None of them said a thing in fear of what he all heard.

“Oh, nothing. Gotta go, see you all in class,” Y/N quickly piped and got up. She dashed out the Great Hall before anyone could say anything. Her friends avoided the confused looks from Adrian.

From that day, and the next few days, Y/N avoided Adrian like the plague. No matter how many times he tried to talk to her, she found her way out of it. She knew it was a toxic thing to do, but she needed to get her thoughts under control.

Y/N packed up her Ancient Runes work, wishing it was longer since it was one of the classes she had without Adrian. To be honest, ignoring someone was exhausting. Who knew it was so difficult to avoid someone that shared the same classes, dining table, and common room as you? Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts as someone abruptly dragged her off when she walked out of the classroom’s door. She tried to fight her way out, but whoever had her in their grip was substantially stronger than her.

“Stop fighting before you hurt yourself,” a deep voice said, one she knew all too well. That voice just made her want to fight even more.

“Adrian, let me go!”

“Not happening, princess.” Y/N accidentally ran into the boy’s tall figure as he stopped suddenly. Adrian grabbed onto her before she could fall. Or escape.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he demanded, staring her intensely.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied. Y/N refused to meet his eyes.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” She stood there silently. “Can you please just tell me what I did? Because I have been going over what happened a thousand times and I still don’t know what I did wrong. You’re driving me insane, even my roommates can tell so please, just please tell me what happened so I can fix this,” he pleaded with her. She could hear the despair in voice.

“You did nothing wrong, Adrian. If anything, it’s all my fault. So if you want to avoid me, go right ahead! Be my guest, I won’t stop you,” she said sarcastically. She tried to leave, but he stopped her. She glanced around, a few people looked at them as they argued.

“You are not leaving until we figure this out. I’m done playing games. I’ve given you a chance to explain yourself, but you’re still refusing to say it so I will. I know you saw my soulmate mark. And I told I’ve thought about what happened over and over so don’t even think about denying it, Y/N. But I-I don’t know why you’re still avoiding me, why does my mark have to do with any of this?! Is there something you know? Something you’re not telling me?! But then I don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me an-”

“IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE MY SOULMATE, ADRIAN!” she yelled at him to stop rambling. He stared at her, not believing what he had just heard.

“Is that what you wanted to hear? That you, Adrian Pucey, are my soulmate?! I’ll even show you the bloody mark!” She untucked her dress shirt so he could see. His face had the same shocked look as her’s did just a few days prior. A slight smile creeped up on his face.

“It’s you? You’re my soulmate?” he asked. Y/N continued to ramble on.

“Yes! And I really am sorry for ignoring you, I didn’t want to but I just really needed to think over everything. I’m just so confused. Yeah, what you did was fucking awful, and you thought you had it bad? How do you think I felt when I start to like the bloke who’s had it against since first year?! Merlin, you are confusing” Y/N rambled on, as if Adrian wasn’t even there. He grinned, it was always one of her traits he secretly admired from afar. “I-I thought I was gonna die fifth year in that first Potions class. Bloody hell, the universe does seem to have its favorites, it’s really unfair. Fifth year in general, don’t even get me started, I-” so he didn’t. He didn’t let her get started and kissed her instead. Y/N was taken aback at first, but soon returned the affection. He lightly placed his hands on her waist, bringing her closer to him. Y/N smiled into the kiss.

“A ‘shut up’ would have sufficed,” she joked, but still not daring to move even an inch away from the boy. Adrian laughed and smiled even wider if that was possibly.

“Yeah, but this seemed like a better way.” He rested his forehead against hers. Y/N didn’t even try to argue.

“Can I kiss you again?” he whispered. She beamed at the sweet gesture, pulling him in again as her response. Everything in the universe felt right. Their bickering and fights were merely nothing now compared to this. Y/N had read endlessly about soulmates growing up, but nothing described what she felt here now, under his touch. It was a feeling she would hope never go away.

Seventh Year

It was finally Y/N and Adrian’s last year at Hogwarts, but it would be their first year without pretending their feelings for the other didn’t exist. The end of their schooling had come so quickly, it was hard to believe honestly. Y/N sat in the common room, the fire cracking slowly. Adrian rested his head in her lap, as she read the latest muggle book her mother had given her. It became a frequent occurrence for her and Adrian to stay here until the late hours of the night. It was a time where they both felt at peace, a slight familiarity to their story’s begin.

“What are you reading, princess?” Y/N smiled at the nickname she had grown to love over the past year, it had a whole new meaning now.

“’Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen,” she replied, marking her page and looking back at the boy below her.

“Is it any good? What’s it about?” his face burrowed in wonder.

“Oh, you’ll like it. It’s about this guy and girl who completely hate each other at first, but the guy actually starts to like her, but she still hates him so it’s this whole ordeal, but in the end, they end up together and happy as ever,” she joked, bringing him up for a kiss.

“That story definitely sounds good, a little familiar too,” he laughed.

“Oh, really?” she teased. Adrian sat up and pulled her into his arms.

“Oh, for sure! Except the story I’m thinking of is called ‘Prince and Princess,’ has the Ps in the title just like your book too,” he said continuing the joke. Over the past year, Adrian had been deemed “prince” by Y/N and her friends as a response to her being called “princess.” They couldn’t help but like him now after seeing how he treated her this past year. She was the happiest she’s ever been.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of that story before, you’ll have to tell me about it.”

“It would be an honor, but I would rather show you if I’m being honest,” Adrian said, pulling her into another kiss. Y/N smiled and returned the kiss.

Y/N spent years thinking about soulmates and their stories. She still couldn’t believe how surreal things felt, but Adrian Pucey was her soulmate and that was enough for her.

[partlystiles]

Thank God For Quidditch - James Potter

Thank God For Quidditch - James Potter

james potter x fem!reader (smut)

summary: After Gryffindor fails to win a Quidditch Match, the other team’s captain’s teasing causes something in James to snap and the next thing he knows, he has her falling apart in his grasp.

word count: 4,795

warnings: NSFW, thigh riding, unprotected sex, praise, choking, hair pulling, swearing.

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Nothing inflates someone’s ego like praise. Y/N L/N knew that all too well, spending her days basking in every single compliment thrown her way for whatever she did whether it be someone liking her outfit or talking about the Quidditch game she had won the previous week. Whatever it was, Y/N thrived off of it all and the only thing more buzzing than an actual Quidditch match was the aftermath where people talked about it for hours on end and asked the team captain, Y/N, for a full recount of the match.

The biggest match was the one at the end of the year between the two houses in the finals. Also known as the one that her team had just won, their seeker catching the snitch in her hands with a loud laugh as the crowd erupted with noise and the commentator screamed about her skills. It was always the crowd that spurred Y/N on, their screaming smile and happy shouting making her feel proud of her team and her skills whilst she zoomed after the small little ball in the air.

“Yes, Y/N!” The team yelled in different variations as she flew down to the ground with the snitch still in her hand as the crowd raced each others out of the stands to come down to the field. She dismounted her broom and left it in the pitch before she raced over to her friends and threw herself into the Keeper’s arms and he twirled her around.

The cheering became louder as he lowered her and their heads snapped over to every tower where students were filtering out and running behind Madam Hooch who was approaching with the Quidditch cup in her hands. Other teammates patted her back in congratulations as she took the cup in her hands from Madam Hooch with glinting eyes at her accomplishment.

“Woah!” She exclaimed as the two beaters lifted her onto their shoulders and she was lifted above the shouting crowd with the cup in her hands. Even people supporting Gryffindor in the match were crowding around them and shouting congratulations, cheering with their friends banners instead of their red ones.

There was another sea of red further away from the ones in the crowd and Y/N’s eyes zeroed in on the large number 7 printed on the back of the Gryffindor Captain’s uniform as he walked not-so-calmly towards the changing rooms. He looked on the verge of a temper tantrum and Y/N smirked at the memory of his earlier words.

“Enjoy the pity party after the match, L/N.” James Potter had said, glaring as the two of them shook hands in the centre of the pitch. The grip was tight, both of them seeming like they were trying to cut off one another's circulation so the Chaser couldn’t carry the Quaffle and the Seeker couldn’t grasp the snitch.

“I’m sure you’ll throw it great, I’ll be at the actual party with the rest of my winning team.” She replied, a bitter smile on her lips as her crescent nails scraped over the material of his glove in the tight grip.

“It’s nice to have dreams, even if they are pathetically unrealistic.” He shrugged his shoulders as they let go of each others hands on Madam Hooch’s orders and walked away from each other to mount their brooms and fly up to their starting positions.

She had vowed to make him eat his words which thanks to her wonderful Quidditch skills, he had and now he was storming back to the changing rooms one second away from snapping his beloved broomstick in anger. Sirius Black was walking close to him and the other members of the team were walking back up to the castle instead of the changing rooms. 

“Put me down, put me down.” Y/N laughed as she tapped one the heads of the two team members holding her up in the air; they let her down with a laugh and being up there was definitely better than being down on the floor where people were still cheering. “I’m gonna go rub it in Potter’s face.”

“Have fun.” Cory Michaels, one of the Beaters who had held her up, leaned down in excitement to kiss her cheek before he pushed her away and she started to worm her way through the crowd.

The praise followed her out of the clump and she soaked it all in with a smile whilst squeezing through the gaps between people  who milled around the edge of the large ground, someone yelled and she glanced back with a scoff to see Cory being held in the air with cup that she had given to Cressida Bridge in his hands. 

Jacob Jones was one of the last people who complimented the game on her way out of the circle, after she had passed him she broke into a small jog to get to her destination. The changing rooms weren’t that far away from the centre of the pitch but it was a fair distance, Y/N would do her bragging then return to her common room for the afterparty...there was always something inside her that itched to make James angry especially after Quidditch matches. 

It was the way his eyebrows scrunched in irritation or the way that his cheeks flushed a bright red from the effort and sweat glistened on his skin from flying around the pitch and tossing the Quaffle around. Y/N was sweaty too, slipping the gloves off of her hands as she walked so they were free of their confines and the breeze hit them almost immediately because of her jogging.

Slowing down into a walk as she got closer to the changing room, she took off her shin guards and held them with her gloves. She was half-tempted to take her ponytail out but decided against it until she was having her shower and could cool herself down. 

A few metres in front of her, the doors to the changing rooms opened and Sirius Black came out with pursed lips as he shut the door behind him and went to start walking but he froze at the sight of the opposite teams captain walking towards him. She had a smirk on her face, her eyes glinting with mischief as she stared at Sirius and he shook his head slowly towards her, his own smile peeking up.

“Not a good idea, beautiful.” He said as she got closer but all she did was smile at him and give him a small chuckle as she passed and he started walking with a smile. “Your funeral.”

Disregarding his comment, Y/N slowly pushed open the door to the changing room and saw Potter tugging a shirt on with his back to her. It was a simple white t-shirt and black jeans but he tugged the top on so aggressively that she wanted to laugh but just settled on closing the door and leaning against it before throwing her gloves and shin guards down onto the nearest bench with a clatter.

“I don’t want to hear it, Padfoot, you made your point.” He grumbled as he grabbed a bottle from his bag and put it up his shirt, spraying it in the direction of his armpits and Y/N wrinkled her nose up in disgust. “I’m overreacting.”

“I don’t know what a padfoot is-” She began to say and James jumped out of his skin as he whirled around and nearly stumbled whilst putting the cap back on his aftershave. “- but I’m not it.”

His expression turned sour as he stared at her and he turned back to his belongings to start packing his uniform in his Quidditch bag quickly, more aggressive now that she was in the room. “Come to gloat?”

“Yes, actually.” Y/N nodded with a smile and pushed herself off of the wall, walking closer to where James was packing his stuff up and she leaned against the wall beside that instead, meeting James’ eyes as he glanced at her. “What happened out there? You’re bad anyway, but today you were horrible.”

“Shut up.” He scowled, grabbing his red jersey and stuffing it into the bag on top of the Quidditch sweats they were all made to wear. Y/N only smirked slightly wide as she saw that she was affecting him.

“I mean, the Finbourgh Flick was a good tactic.” She continued casually as the rustling of the clothes got louder and James breathed more heavily in anger. “Too bad it didn’t work.”

“Quit it, will you?” He snapped at her, eyes flaring as the eye contact was made but he looked away with a rising and falling chest. 

“The reverse pass was good on your part as a Chaser.” Y/N continued and James’ hands fumbled with his stuff whilst his face heated up with the humiliation and the anger. He glared heatedly her had the urge to just...push her into a wall and kiss her right on the mouth so she would shut up.

What?! He blinked for a second, erasing the thought from his mind with a shake of his head...the thought of kissing her should disgust him but through his angry haze he didn’t seem to be bothered whilst looking away from her features that glowed and glistened with a thin layer of sweat that looked disgustingly enticing in that moment.

“But that failed too...” She frowned mockingly and he glanced back up, eyebrows furrowing in anger and his hands itched to press her shoulders against the wall she was leaning on. Rendering her speechless. So he could have a moment of peace. “Your chasing skills were okay but same couldn’t be said for your captaincy...should’ve brushed them all up on their passes. That’s on you.”

He snapped, jerking away from his bag and towards her, his hands reaching to her arms as he slammed her back against the wall she was leaning on in anger and shoved his lips against hers to shut her up. She jolted slightly at the impact but she accepted the kiss as he stood an inch apart from her, hands gripping at her arms and eyes closing but still full with anger at the sight of her though they softened slightly behind is eyelids when he realised he had just pinned someone against the wall, kissed them roughly and let his anger get the best of him.

He pulled away just as roughly, panting whilst his eyes searched every detail on her face in fear he had made her uncomfortable in any way; it hadn’t been his intention but she just made him so mad. “I’m, uh, sorry.”

She panted just as heavily as him, her breath having been stolen by the way he slammed her against the wall and then his lips had pressed against hers with vigour. Though as his blazing eyes searched her face, he found no sign of uncomfortableness or disgust, instead he saw the smirk twitch at her lips again.

“Don’t apologise.” She breathlessly told him, licking her lips and James eyed the wetness that now covered them as he gulped at the sight and his eyes flicked back up to hers again. “Do it again if you’d like.”

Then she winked at him and James swore he went into cardiac arrest for a moment but he regained himself quickly before looking at the wetness on her lips and diving in again, pressing his lips roughly against hers before pulling back and doing it again and again and again. Like he was addicted. But he was still angry which he didn’t understand...James’ grip tightened on her arms slightly as he took a step closer so their noses nearly touched and he kissed her on the lips again.

Y/N responded as best she could, but the kisses he delivered were short and rough, not ones were she could give him the pleasure of kissing back. So she just let him attack her lips with his, feeling them bruise with every bit of pressure was put onto them with his endless kisses that came again and again and again. Every kiss got him more worked up it seemed and for one of them, he planted his lips onto hers and just pressed them there for longer, letting the feeling consume him.

She had no problem with it, just wished he would do something else to stimulate her building arousal. James grunted at one point and she prepared herself for his touch, his tongue pressed against her lips and she opened them immediately, welcoming him inside with a small, escaped breath. His tongue circled around hers, moving around her mouth as they groaned in unison. 

Y/N desperately wanted to touch him somehow, but he still had her arms in his tight grip despite the fact that he was almost pressed against her completely and there wasn’t even any way she would want to leave now. She moved her tongue too and he grunted again, finally moving his hands from her arms to her his but still keeping her pressed against the wall.

She moved her arms out to wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to her and letting her hands play with his hair, tugging at it slightly and making him groan as his hands travelled slightly higher but he stopped when he realised she was more or less still in her full Quidditch Uniform

He disregarded that fact for a minute and let his lips travel down across her jaw to her neck where he ducked his head down and she leant hers back to give him more access, his lips sucked gently at the skin as he kissed her neck and gave the occasional blow which caused a shiver down her back and the slightest arch.

James chuckled lowly at her back arching slightly and she groaned slightly at the sound and the breath on her neck, his kisses went further up her neck until he was dangerously close to her and she felt them skim her earlobe before his voice invaded her hearing. “I knew you liked me.”

She could practically hear the cocky smirk through the small laugh as he nipped gently at her earlobe before travelling his kisses back down to her neck. Y/N rolled her eyes and used her hands to grab James’ face before bringing him to face her. Both of them were breathing heavily and James quirked his eyebrows up at her as she made them meet eyes.

“Shut up.” She said to him breathlessly, pulling him back in to connect their lips and he smiled into the kiss they shared before he went serious again and stuck his tongue into her mouth again. 

And again she welcomed it eagerly, the muscles circling around each other as they engaged themselves in a rough and passionate make out. James grabbed at her waist and pulled her right up against him, off of the wall so he could unzip the back of the jersey and push it off of her. He didn’t bother to unbutton the cape that attached at the bottom of the jersey so he just let it fall with it. 

So now she was just in her long-sleeved black shirt, her black joggers and her boots. Y/N quickly discarded of her shoes, throwing them to the side and letting her sock-covered feet land on the hard wooden floor below her before she pulled her socks off too.

 James didn’t waste any time in grabbing her by the back of her thighs and using his remarkable strength to hike her up so her legs wrapped around his waist and they engaged back in a heated kiss with his hands squeezing at her thighs and her hands running through his already messy hair.

He moved backwards as they kissed, both of their lips surely bruised by now from the roughness of their kissing. The feeling of her body against his was intoxicating and she craved so much more. James lowered himself onto one of the benches so she was now straddling him and they kept kissing one another, their heavy breathing loud amongst the thickening air of the changing rooms. 

Caught up in the moment, Y/N grinded against James who groaned into their kiss and put his hands on her ass, squeezing as she grinded again and their tongues found solace touching the other. Soft breathy moans from Y/N and small groans from James filled the changing room and she felt thankful for the rest of the team deciding to shower back up at the castle instead of in the changing rooms.

James started to kiss at the skin on her neck, sucking and pecking it as Y/N continued to grind on him with her small moans. “Want you to ride my thigh.”

“What?” She breathed out, breath catching in her throat as he started sucking in the same spot for a while, surely leaving a mark. 

“I want you...” He smoothed his tongue over the spot where he’d been sucking and Y/N exhaled shakily, bucking her hips. “to ride” He peppered kisses across the extra expanse of skin until his mouth had trailed up to her ear and he lowered his voice down to a whisper. “my thigh.”

“Okay.” Y/N moaned out softly and moved from straddling both of his thighs to straddling only one and looking at him to make eye contact, his eyes were alight yet dark with lust as he looked at her and before she started moving, his fingers ghosted over the hem of her shirt.

He pulled it off of her and she raised her arms so it slipped off easily and he threw it across the changing rooms without looking for an exact place to throw it. He then pulled his own shirt off and threw it away too. 

His eyes were too busy travelling over the sight of her bra-covered chest and marvelling at the way it perfectly pushed up her breasts to where he could bury his face in them and kiss at the skin which made her moan out again as his hands groped at them hungrily. She tilted her head back as she felt his thumbs trace over the material of the cups and her nipples began to harden in arousal.

His fingers travelled around to her back and he unhooked her bra, pulling it off of her shoulders and throwing it in the direction of her shirt. He put his hands on her breasts again, groping at them and kissing them too, his hands just felt better now that it was skin on skin. 

“Move, baby.” He whispered against her skin and she breathed softly as she began to drag herself along his thigh, feeling the faint stimulation as the joggers pressed against her knickers and her knickers pressed against her vagina.

A shiver went up her spine as she continued to move against him, breathing shakily and getting faster with every rut. He flexed his thigh from underneath her and moved his hands away from her breasts towards her ass to move her faster against his thigh which had her gasping and gripping his shoulders and moaning whilst the stimulation against her clit got faster and rougher and his hands were squeezing her ass harshly. 

He groaned as she bucked faster, moaning whilst her fingers pressed into his skin and muscle. James even started to bounce his thigh which sent sparks of pleasure through her as her tits started to bounce on her chest and James watched them hungrily whilst they went up and down over and over and over again until she was a moaning mess on his body.

“I’m gonna-” She cut herself off with a loud moan, rutting faster in chase of her release as James leaned forward and stuffed his face into her neck, kissing and sucking and even nipping slightly at the skin there as he continued to bounce his hip. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, L/N.” He whispered roughly into her ear, squeezing her ass hard enough to leave a bruise as he bounced quicker and listened to the pretty noises that she let loose. “Do it for me.”

“For you,” She breathed out in a moan, tilting her head back whilst she thrusted faster and the lewd noises escaped her with no hesitation. “All for you.”

“All for me.” James chuckled into her ear and with one last loud cry of pleasure, Y/N released and continued to shake and stutter in her rhythm as she rode out of her high and James softly kissed her through it. “Well done, my girl.”

Y/N let her hands loosen their tight grip on him as she panted after her orgasm, letting her palms massage his shoulders instead of gripping them tight. James rubbed her ass before moving his hands up her back to smooth over the skin of her back whilst she calmed down.

“We’re not done yet.” He whispered into her ear and she moaned softly again at the declaration. James began to stand, making Y/N stand too and he slowly lowered his hands to pluck at the waistband of her joggers. 

He crouched slowly, bringing the joggers down with him until they were pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. His fingers travelled back up to get the waistband of her knickers and he pulled them down next, smiling cockily at the sight of the glistening wetness inside of it. She stepped out of those too and James stood back up with them still in his hand, her grabbed her face in his hand and showed them to her as her cheeks squished in his hold.

“Made such a mess.” He tutted, moving his hand that held her face so she was shaking her head. The confidence and dominance radiated off of him like he was a raging fire spreading smoke up into the air, Y/N loved it and the way he held her face in one hand made her go crazy. 

James threw her knickers away too and she was left naked in front of her half-naked Quidditch nemesis. Who knew that this is where they would end up? Y/N moved her hand, getting the urge to make him feel good and she reached out towards his joggers, wanting to touch the bulge that had grown there but James grasped her hand before she could touch it and tutted again.

“I wanna make you feel as good as you made me.” She told him, words muffled by his hand squishing her cheeks but he understood her anyway by the way he smirked at her.

“You will make me feel good.” He released her cheeks and grabbed her hips instead, pulling her against him so her breasts pressed against his bare chest and she groaned slightly at the feeling. “By letting me fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

Y/N moaned at the thought, trying to pull him down for a kiss but James pulled away which made her whine slightly. He chuckled at her noise as he began to walk them back against the wall and she shivered once her back pressed against the cold tiles and James towered over her with an aura of dominance. The rustling of his pants made her look down to where he was pushing both his joggers and his boxers down his legs before stepping out of them.

Y/N’s eyes trained to his erection and she licked her lips at the sight before looking up to James who smirked at the look in her eyes before wrapping his own hand around his dick and pumping it just to tease her because he said she couldn’t do it before. He let go of his dick, crouched and looped his arms underneath her thighs, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist like they had before as her weight was supported against the wall.

She moaned slightly as her pussy touched his bare body and he just smirked at her before pushing his hard dick into her with no prior prepping and enjoying the way her head tilted back against the wall with a large moan scraping at her throat. He went in slowly, watching her mouth fall agape further as one of her hands pressed against the wall behind her another grappled at his shoulder, with every inch that went in, the wider her mouth fell with the pleasurable pain he was delivering.

James bottomed out and held himself in there for a couple of seconds, kissing at her neck and sucking another mark whilst she got comfortable. His other one he had made stood out as a bright red blotch on the side of her neck and James kissed at that again, Y/N whimpering at the touch.

He began to pull out in a slow pace before taking his time pushing back in, he continued the slow pace as he let her get used to it. The feeling was remarkable and Y/N moaned softly as he slid in and out of her agonisingly slow.

“Faster.” She panted, her chest heaving and James stopped altogether, bringing her to whimper but then his mouth was against her ear again.

“As you wish.” He said, his raspy voice heavenly in her ears and she allowed herself to revel in it for a moment before her peace was interrupted by James’ hips slamming into her and causing a loud moan to pour out of her lips as he kept thrusting into her whilst she balanced herself against the wall.

His thrusts were relentless, in and out over and over. He spoke through gritted teeth whilst slamming and thrusting into Y/N. Moans were spilling from her lips with no mercy and her tits were bouncing up and down over and over as James   kept up his rough pace. He pulled out all the way and then slammed back in over and over and over again with praise and profanities spilling shamelessly from him. 

“Yeah, my good girl, fuck yeah.”

At his words, she let out moans which were met with groans from James as he thrusted in and out with his eyes on his girlfriends breasts which were bouncing for his view and Y/N attempted to bounce herself back on his dick with a screwed up face from the pleasure whilst her eyes tried to peak down at where James was thrusting into her but he reached back and pulled their hair so they were looking up at the ceiling of the changing rooms.

“James-” She cut herself off, their eyes rolling back in their head as James put a hand around her throat and laughed at their fucked out expression and went impossibly faster into her. The moan that she wanted to let out was blocked by his hand gripping her neck tightly, his fingers pressing into the skin whilst the sound of skin slapping echoed around the rooms.

“You like my hand around your pretty neck?” He grunted and she nodded, her hand on his shoulder going to touch his arms as a whimper made its way out and James laughed lowly. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes.” She choked out, moaning as James loosened his grip slightly when he felt his orgasm approaching. Y/N could feel her own, the coil slowly tightening in the pits of her stomach as her eyes rolled back again and James groaned louder. “James, fuck me.”

“Come on, baby.” He moaned, going faster and Y/N whimpered repetitively as his dick brushed against her g-spot and it prodded at the pressure point repeatedly. “Come on. Cum all over me, my good girl, cum on my dick.”

His words sent multiple shivers down her spine and finally, with motivation from James’ thrusts against her g-spot and his hand tightening on her neck again at the chase for his own release, Y/N let go and had her second orgasm all over James’ dick that was still pounding into her but starting to stutter in it’s rhythm. She clenched around him and it took a lot of self-control for James to pull out and let his own cum squirt up all over her torso.

Once both of their orgasms had mulled over, Y/N leaned her head forward and rested her forehead on James’ as they both panted and their chests went up and down in unison. James tilted his head so his lips could catch hers and Y/N responded softly, the kiss softer than their rough ones which had started the whole thing off.

“Thank god for Quidditch, huh?” Y/N muttered against his lips and he managed a chuckle, the two of them naked and sweaty but still laughing with each other after a failed match for one of them.