#and there are some exact compliments (in the sense that they are exact compliments) that DO look good together

[unityrain24]

btw i fucking hate complimentary colours.* no it is not ""science"" or ""colour psychology"" that they compliment and look good together, it is not a """fact"""! No!! They Look Horrific Together Actually! Like they are actually anti-complimentary, like the worst possible colours you could put together!! "complementary colours" my ass they should be called "warning never pair together colours"!!!

[sunniques]

— 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

➺ PAIRING: kim taehyung x female reader

➺ GENRE: brother-in-law au, smut

➺ SUMMARY: your sister’s selfish husband is unexpectedly sweet on you. maybe a little too much.

➺ CW/TW: brother-in-law!taehyung, toxic family dynamics, reader can be carried by taehyung, cheating, fingering, masturbation (m), oral sex (f & m), unprotected sex, creampies, (some) cum play

➺ WC: 4.4k

NOTE: don’t like, don’t read.

Taehyung has always been selfish.

Ever since he was young, he would go around taking toys from other children because he thought he deserved to have them. It’s a habit he never fully grew out of, and even now as an adult he still goes around taking anything he wants. His undesirable disposition is hated by many, but not by his wife. (That’s only because she’s the exact same way.)

As the first born daughter of her family, she grew up spoiled rotten. Constantly being doted and placated on made his fiancé into a bratty woman with a terrible temper. It didn’t bother him so much because she never acted that way with him.

The same could not be said for her youngest sister.

From what Taehyung had gathered, you two weren’t particularly close. It made sense since you had often had to concede to your bratty sister. Being forced to share the doting attention and unconditional love from your parents had never sat well with her, and it didn’t change even now that you were both adults. As much as his in-laws tried to get his wife used to the idea of sharing, they simply couldn’t.

At least, not when it came to her things.

Taehyung didn’t often feel sympathy for others, but he couldn’t stand the way your parents and other siblings constantly indulged his wife at your expense. Being the sweet little angel you were, you never said anything. You selflessly accepted all the disappointments with that pretty smile he loved so much.

While your disappointment wasn’t always obvious, Taehyung still caught onto it even when your family didn’t. That’s why he took it upon himself to dote on you whenever he could. If there was anything you wanted, he got it for you. His praise and compliments were constant, and so were his affectionate hugs. Taehyung never cared that it bothered your sister because the fond way you looked at him made it all worth it.

That’s where his need to have you all for himself began, and the feeling only intensified when his wife demanded that he stay away from you. As a man who had always gotten what he wanted, Taehyung didn’t listen.

It’s the night of your college graduation, and you’re having the worst time of your life. Instead of the day being all about you, your family decided to celebrate your sister’s promotion. Originally, you were meant to go to a restaurant that everyone liked to celebrate both achievements. In a very unsurprising turn of events, your sister insisted that she wanted to go to her favorite restaurant knowing that you were extremely allergic to seafood.

You didn’t say anything even as your family left with the vague promise of celebrating your once in a lifetime accomplishment another time. The funny thing is, you don’t feel completely disappointed. You’re mostly irritated because you turned down celebrating with your friends because you thought your family finally wouldn’t act shitty for one night.

It’s a shame that you’re staying in because you look really good. Your brother-in-law bought you the dress you’re wearing as an early graduation gift. You could still picture Taehyung’s cute boxy smile when you told him how much you loved it. Thinking back, maybe seeing you in the dress is what set your sister off when you walked down the stairs.

Pushing that out of your mind, you walked up the stairs to your room. As you ponder about what to do with the rest of your night, you wonder if Taehyung is still asleep. In probably the only selfless act your sister ever committed, she suggested her husband stay home to sleep off his jet lag.

You furrow your eyebrows when you see you door is ajar. As you get closer, you hear soft sighs and what almost sounds like moans.

“Fuck.” A deep voice you recognize instantly groans deeply.

You’re being extremely quiet, and a second later you hear a soft schlick schlick schlick sound that grows louder and quicker as time passes. Through the small opening, you can see part of your brother-in-law. Even though you can’t fully see him, you can tell he’s completely naked. Your eyes practically pop out of your head when you realize what’s going on. Taehyung is actually jerking off in your room, on your bed.

Your eyes get bigger as the wet sounds get more lewd. It’s like your feet are rooted to the ground, and all you can do is stand there and listen to him like some sick pervert. The longer you stand at your door, the more turned on you feel. Your panties are starting to get slick with your arousal, and you’re about to leave to put a stop to your sick behavior until you hear a moan of your name.

It’s like you’re not in control of your own actions as you go to push the door open. In spite of knowing what was going on, you’re still not prepared to see Taehyung sitting on the edge of your bed with a pair of panties wrapped around his cock.

Your panties.

“It’s rude to stare, sweetheart.” Taehyung’s voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it. His lustful tone has you pulling your eyes away from his dripping cock and up to his smirking face.

What you should’ve said is that he’s the rude one for his actions, but you’re too flustered and turned on to say anything reasonable.

“Tae!” You squeak out, eyes dropping back to his thick dick. “Th-Those are mine.”

“I know.” He says brazenly. “Your sister doesn’t wear cute little panties like this. You don’t mind that I borrowed them, right?”

Your mouth is watering. His cock is so long and thick—it’s undoubtedly the biggest you’ve seen in person. You can’t stop staring at it, and you can’t really think past the arousal you feel. The feeling is sickening, especially because you know it’s wrong that all you can think about is how badly you want you put your mouth on his pretty cock.

“It’s wrong.” You finally manage to say. “You’re married to my sister.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem fazed by the reminder. He raises an eyebrow at you as he stands from your bed. Your panties are tossed by his discarded clothes, and you have a sick inkling that you won’t be getting them back. Before you can say anything, he steps forward and grabs your arm. He effortlessly pulls you closer until you’re flush against his chest. You swallow nervously when you feel his twitching cock rub against you.

“Your sister has to learn to share sometime.” His smirk is wolfish as his big hands settle on your waist. “God, baby. You don’t know how long I’ve been holding back. Been jerking off to the graduation photo your mom sent into the group chat since I woke up.”

“You’re sick.” You try to sound disgusted, but Taehyung’s eyes only shine brighter at your words.

God, you’re cute. Especially because he knows how much you like it. Your desire is reflected in the way you gasp filthily when he pinches your nipples through the dress you have on.

“I am.” He agrees through a hum, not stopping his rough movements. “But you like it. I can tell how turned on you are that I stole your panties and used them to jerk off.”

You let out a breathy moan as you feel a rush of arousal so heady it makes you dizzy. His hands trail down your body until he’s playing with the hem of your short dress.

“I bet your little pussy is soaked.” His voice is seductive as he places his lips near your ear.

You can’t say anything because it’s true. You’re so wet that you wouldn’t be surprised if your arousal started to drip down your thighs. Lust and arousal are dictating your actions now, and it’s why you don’t stop Taehyung when he uses one hand to push up your dress and slips the other into your panties.

“Oh, honey.” He purrs in pure delight. “You’re so fucking wet��just like I thought. Want me to play with your pussy, hm?”

You don’t say anything, but your sister’s husband isn’t having any of it.

“Say it. Tell me how much you want me to play with your juicy pussy.”

Whining lowly, you buck your hips forward. “I want you to play with my pussy, Tae. Please.”

Of course you comply to his wishes easily. You’re always so good for him. Taehyung licks his lips hungrily. He was going to wreck you in every way possible.

“Such a good girl.” He kisses your jaw fondly.

You let out a quiet gasp when his fingers swipe over your swollen clit. They delicately trace your pussy lips down to your leaking hole. He repeats the motions until you’re writhing against him. His long fingers gently rub circles on your sensitive lips, gathering your wetness and smearing it all over your aching clit. You’re moaning loudly by now, not caring that you’re doing something so despicable.

Taehyung smirks and pulls away from you, loving how you whine in protest. “Want more sweetheart?”

You nod almost petulantly.

“Tell your brother-in-law what you want. You know I’ll give it to you if you ask nicely.”

Any morality you have flies out the window at that moment. “Want to taste your cock.”

Taehyung’s eyes become impossibly dark at your words. His cock twitches as he watches you slowly peel your dress off. He groans at the sight of your naked body, cockhead leaking with more precum. God, he’s never wanted anything so badly in his life. (Not that) deep down, he knows that once he has you he won’t ever let you go. And he definitely won’t let anyone else have you.

You kneel in front of him so you’re face to face with his cock. It’s so hard that it almost looks painful. You lick your lips as you greedily take in the arousing sight.

“Fuck.” Taehyung groans when he sees you pressing your thighs together. “I’m going to blow my load if you keep looking at it like that.”

“Can’t help it. You’re just so fucking big.” You moan out the last word as you try to put pressure on your throbbing pussy.

More precum leaks out of his tip and slowly drips down his aching length. Taehyung groans lowly, the sound reverberating in his throat as his pupils dilate. He knew having you for real was better than any fantasy he could dream up.

“Yeah? Then show me how much like this big cock, sweetheart.”

You lean forward and lick up all the precum leaking down his dick, moaning against the soft skin. Sucking dick has always turned you on, but the fact that it’s Taehyung’s cock you have your mouth on is even more arousing. You lick your way back up and softly suckle on the head, slurping up his precum like candy. Your brother-in-law pulls out to trace your lips with his drippy tip, smearing precum across your mouth to claim you as his. Your arousal is dripping on the floor as you press a quick kiss on his dick. With an excited moan, you start to lap on it until he’s fucking his cock back into your mouth

“Fuck, baby—that’s it.” Taehyung moans, gently thrusting his cock forward. “Suck that cock like I know you can.”

You quickly bob your head down with a soft mewl. Taehyung’s eyes roll back when he feels your tongue tracing the thick vein on his cock as you sink down inch by inch. The soft hum you let out has his cock twitching in your mouth, coating your tongue with more of his precum.

“Feels so damn good.” Taehyung groans as he goes to caress your head.

More juices drip out of you as you hungrily keep sucking his cock. Your tongue circles his head before dipping into the slit to taste more of his precum. The cute little moans and mewls you let out around his dick only drive your brother-in-law more crazy.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, honey.” His eyes are dark as he rocks his hips into your mouth, pushing himself deeper into your throat until you start to gag. “Fuck. I can tell you like sucking me off. Didn’t expect you to be such a dirty little slut.”

You whine cutely, sucking him deeper into your mouth. Taehyung groans when you lick his leaking cockhead before sloppily bobbing your head further down his dick. Never in his life has he had his dick sucked this good, and he can’t help but think you deserve a reward for it.

“Get ready, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum.” Taehyung groans lowly. “I want you to swallow my load like a good girl. Can you do that for me?”

He pulls his cock out until just his leaking tip is left resting on your tongue. Taehyung moans your name as thick spurts of cum fill your mouth. You swallow it all up eagerly, loving the taste of him. Your pussy throbs when you see his stomach flex in reaction to you gently leaning forward to suckle the head of his cock. It’s like you want to make sure none of his seed goes to waste.

You give his throbbing tip a quick kiss before pulling back and shakily standing on your feet. Never have you been so turned on, and for the first time in your life you want to be greedy and demand more.

Luckily, your brother-in-law is greedy enough for the both of you.

“Don’t think I'm done with you, honey.” His voice comes out in a growl. “I haven’t even tasted that cute little pussy yet.”

The next thing you know, Taehyung has you splayed out on your bed, face buried in your wet cunt. He’s eating you out with a vigor you haven’t experienced until him, and all you can do is whine and moan loudly.

“I fucking knew you’d taste as sweet as you look.” He moans, tongue lapping at your dripping folds as he maintains eye contact. “Such a sweet little cunt. Best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

Taehyung’s large hands push down on your thighs to spread you open for his eager mouth. He pulls back to spit on your pussy before fucking his spit into your clenching hole. The moan you let out is so loud that you wonder if your neighbors are able to hear you. At this point you don’t care. You’re too lost in pleasure as Taehyung shoves his face back into your cunt, licking into your slick hole.

“S-Shit, Tae.” You mewl as you grind your pussy into his mouth. “I’m already so close.”

He loves how surprised you sound. Clearly, those college boys hadn’t been doing a good job at keeping you satisfied. Taehyung is going to rectify that. He’s going to make sure you know what true pleasure is by the end of the night.

Taehyung flattens his tongue and laps at your cunt, parting your folds and pressing deeper into your dripping hole. You whine loudly, lost in the pleasure your brother-in-law is giving you. He’s slurping up your juices like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, and that just turns you on even more.

Your hands pull at his hair as you start to grind against his mouth, toes curled and eyes rolled to the back of your head. Taehyung groans at the burning feeling. He eagerly sucks your swollen bud into his mouth and flicks his tongue against it until you’re writhing against him.

“I’m gonna cum!” You moan loudly.

Taehyung hums in approval. He starts to suckle your clit softly to keep you on the edge longer. It’s so satisfying to hear your pretty moans and feel you trembling against him. Taehyung groans into your pussy as he begins to lap at your hole with nice slow licks.

“Cum on my tongue, honey. Show me how good I make you feel.” Your brother-in-law moans against your sopping folds.

“Taehyung!” You cry out as you cum all over his face, juices coating the lower part of his face.

He moans along with you, suckling your clit back into his mouth until you’re writhing from overstimulation. Taehyung smirks against you as he presses a gentle kiss on your throbbing pussy. He starts trailing wet kisses up your body until he gets to your mouth.

“Such a good girl.” He whispers before pressing his lips on yours and shoving his tongue into your mouth.

You can taste yourself on his lips as you arch up into his body. His dripping cock drags against your throbbing pussy, gently teasing you. The mewls you let out makes him thrusts his hips to rub his cock through the slick leaking from your cunt. You wrap your legs around his waist to pull his cock closer and grind up against it. A quiet fuck falls from your lips when you feel his hot cock glide through your messy folds. Eager hands run through Taehyung’s soft hair. You’re so turned on that you can’t think straight.

“So fucking good for me.” Taehyung coos after he pulls back. The pretty, needy face you have is one he keeps wanting to see. Eagerly, he starts to press sloppy kisses across your neck. “Can’t wait to feel your wet little pussy, baby.”

You whimper and pull him back up into another kiss. This time he licks into your mouth messily, spit dripping from the corners of your lips to slide down your jaw. You feel him grind his cock against you before pulling away. Taehyung takes his cock and slaps it against your dripping pussy, gathering all your slick along the length of it.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” His deep voice growls. “Ready for me to stuff your pretty little cunt?”

“Yes!” You mewl desperately. “Want to feel you split me open, Tae. Fuck—you’re so big.”

You can see his pupils expanding. “Yeah? You want me to stretch this tight little hole out? Show you what it’s like for a real man to fuck you?”

You nod, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth before sinking your teeth into the plush skin. Fuck. You’ve never wanted anyone so badly. Any thoughts of how wrong this all in disappears when you look back into your brother-in-law’s eyes.

“Shit,” he groans before he spits on to your wet pussy.

Taehyung pressed his cock down so his leaking tip slowly eases into your soaked pussy. He slowly rocks his hips to sink inch by inch into your pulsing cunt. Your mewls and whines makes his dick throb almost painfully, and it’s right then that he decides he can’t let you go. Never.

“What a tight little pussy,” Taehyung says as he licks his lips. He pulls back and thrusts forward harder than before. Your tight cunt clenches down on his cock as he bottoms out completely. “Such a treat.”

“God, Tae.” You whine, voice high. “Fuck me.”

Immediately, he starts sliding his cock in and out of your cunt. Taehyung’s rough thrusts make your lovely tits bounce. You moan loudly when his pelvis rubs over your swollen clit. It makes you keen and move your hips to meet his movements. Heavy balls against your ass with every thrust, the loud plap plap plap of skin on skin drives your arousal even higher.

“So fucking good!” You gasp out, whines and moans mixing in together.

You feel almost dizzy as Taehyung keeps spearing you open on his thick cock. He’s hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, and you can feel a familiar coil building in the pit of your stomach. Your brother-in-law groans when your wet cunt clenches around him. He lowers his weight on your body, wanting to get impossibly closer to you. Your skin starts to stick to his from the sweat building between your bodies.

Taehyung starts to place wet kisses on your neck, teeth grazing your skin with gently nips that make your pussy flutter around his cock. You feel so good that you can’t contain the wanton noises from leaving your mouth. Taehyung’s fat cock grinds into the spongy spot inside your cunt as he savagely ruts into your body. His pelvis grazes your sensitive clot, sending shocks up pleasure up your spine. Slick gushes from your pussy as he hammers into your g-spot, making you squeeze him tighter and tighter.

“God. You’re so much tighter than your sister,” he groans into your ear. “Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this cute little pussy.”

His words do the trick and make you cum hard on his cock. You cry out loudly, chanting his name repeatedly as your pussy clamps down on his dick. Taehyung grins deviously. His hand slips down your body to rub and tease your clit. This prolongs your orgasm until it feels like you’re cumming a second time.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so fucking hot,” Taehyung groans as you coat his dick with your cream.

A deep moan rumbles in his chest as he fucks you harder. He’s so addicted to your pussy that he can’t completely pull his cock out of you. Your brother-in-law desperately ruts into your slick walls, chasing his own orgasm. After a few more mind blowing thrusts, he’s pressing his cock deep into your cunt until thick cum is spilling from the bulbous head, stuffing you full.

“Got the tightest little pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

You mewl in content as Taehyung’s hips press against yours while he continues to fuck his cum into you.

Your slick walls milk his cock for all its worth. You can feel it pulsing inside you as he pants against your skin. Taehyung swivels his hips into you, smirking when you cry out for him. He pulls his cock halfway out of your cunt before sinking it back inside a second later. Your creamy arousal and his cum mix together and form a ring around the base of his dick.

“Feels so good, Tae.”

You’re so fucked out, but he can tell you want more. Being so used to only getting the bare minimum, he knows you won’t dare to ask for more. Luckily, he’s greedy enough for the both of you.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’m not done using your cute little pussy. Gonna keep you on my cock all night long.”

Time seems unreal from then on. You’re lost in the haze of pleasure, and you can’t be sure how many times you’ve cum all over Taehyung’s big cock. You know he’s came in you two more times after his first orgasm. Somehow, his cock is still so stiff and hard.

“Think you can take one more for me, baby?” Taehyung coos as he lifts your limp legs on his forearms.

You mewl weakly, hips lifting slightly. He smirks down at you, loving how you can’t get enough of him. Taehyung nudges his drooling tip against your entrance, dragging the leaking head to smear the cum from the last cream pie he gave you all over your messy cunt. The actions make you whine and shift against him, silently begging him to spear you open all over again.

“One last load for your greedy little pussy,” his smile seems more innocent than it actually is. “Be good for me, honey.”

With that, he sinks his dirty cock into your sore pussy. Taehyung leans forward to press your sweaty bodies together. Your eyes roll back of your head as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, thighs shaking in his arms.

“The best pussy I’ve had wrapped around my dick, and to think it belongs to my sweet sister-in-law.”

Your pussy spasms and clenches down on his thick cock as you cry out. Brain melting pleasure seeps down your spine as he fucks into your cunt roughly. All you can do is cry out as he keeps hammering his cock into your sensitive hole.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m not gonna be able to give up this sweet little pussy. It’s so tight and wet. Makes me want it all the time.”

The way he whispers those filthy words make another orgasm slam into your body. You cry out his name as your pussy pulses and leaks with your arousal, sucking his cock deeper into your hole.

“That’s it, honey. Milk this cock like it’s yours,” he groans into your skin, thrusting into your pussy until you’re crying out from overstimulation.

Taehyung smashes his lips on yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He bites down on your bottom lip before pulling away from you.

“That’s it, baby. Take all of my cum like a good girl.”

As always, you do as you’re told. Your pussy clamps down on once again, milking his thick cock as he buries it inside your messy walls. He moans against your skin as he slowly grinds into you, spilling thick ropes of cum inside you. The sticky heat makes your clit throb with arousal even as you’re on the verge of being overcome with exhaustion.

Taehyung places a gentle kiss on your temple before he pulls his softening cock out of your leaking cunt. He sighs contentedly as he slaps his cock down on your messy pussy. The wet splat sound makes you whine out.

“Tae, I’m sore.” You pout at him.

“Sorry, honey.” Taehyung sounds sincere as he fingers him cum back into your pussy. “Let’s get you in the shower.”

Taehyung’s heart lurches as you reach out for him. He scoops you in his arms and helps you to the bathroom, whispering sweet praises when he helps you step under the warm water.

At this point, he can care less that this will potentially drive his wife over the edge when she finds out. He was being completely serious when he said he’s not going to give you up. Taehyung can’t care about the potential consequences. He’s selfish, even more so than his wife. She knew this and still wanted to unify herself to him. That’s why he can’t be entirely blamed. After all, everything that is his wife’s also belongs to him. And that includes you.

[poguelandiarafe]

unspoken truths | rafe cameron

pairing - rafe cameron x female reader

warnings - none, just some angst and fluff

summary - during a 'networking event' with your family and rafe's, you discover he's denying your relationship while you've been proudly showing it off. this sparks an argument where rafe admits his true feelings and vulnerabilities.

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all night, a polite smile has been plastered on your face as you make conversation with people you hardly know. you don't want to be here, but your parents and the camerons, who are co-hosting the party at tanneyhill insist all the kids make an appearance. a united front to keep up appearances as the 'perfect families' of figure eight.

the party, or 'networking' event, as your parents put it, is far more formal than what you're used to. you're used to parties on the beach or some random kook's house, wearing a bikini or mini dress while drinking as much alcohol as you can—not a floor-length dress, sipping on champagne, and only speaking when you're spoken to.

you've been seeing rafe for a few months now, and though there's no official label on it, you know in your heart it's real. the late-night phone calls, the way he always manages to scope you out in a room full of people and never lets his attention stray from you, the stolen kisses in the corner of whatever room you're both in. which is why you see no problem with telling people you're together when your parent's nosy friends ask if you have a boyfriend.

a woman who you recognise as your dad's friend comes over to you, starting a polite conversation before asking, "so, any boyfriend yet?"

a coy smile tugs at your lips as you answer, "yeah actually."

"can i ask who?" she asks, eyes lighting up with curiosity.

"uh-rafe, rafe cameron."

her eyebrows lift and she scans the room, looking for him. you follow her gaze, unable to stop your cheeks from flushing when he smirks at you from across the room. see, he always finds you.

"oh, he's handsome. you're a lucky girl." she laughs before being dragged into another conversation, offering you a small wave which you return.

as the night goes on, you're asked if you're seeing someone by several other people, and each time you respond with rafe's name. what you don't know is that, on the other side of the room, he's in a conversation with people telling them the exact opposite.

"y/n? no, we're not together why?" rafe asks.

"oh, uh- she told us before you guys were. but i must've misheard." the businessman says, coughing awkwardly.

"yeah, you probably misheard her. we're just friends." he replies, his tone indifferent as he sips his beer.

unaware of this, you continue going around as if everything is fine, glowing from the compliments people are giving you. you don't understand how fake the compliments are until later, when you're standing by the bar and overhear a hushed conversation about you and rafe.

"rafe said they're just friends. i kind of feel bad for her, i mean, going around telling everyone you're together when you're not. it's embarrassing." someone whispers.

you freeze, your grip tightening on the glass in your hand. without a second thought, you scan the room looking for him, eventually spotting him laughing with a group of guys as if nothing's wrong. you're fuming, the sight making your blood boil.

marching through the crowd, you stalk over to him until he locks eyes with you, giving you a smile. normally you love his smile, but this time it makes you even angrier. the group of men around him sense the oncoming storm you'll inevitably bring and leave the two of you alone.

"hey, sorry i've barely seen you toni-" he starts but you cut him off, anger flooding through you.

"what is your problem?" you snap, crossing your arms over your chest that he can't help but sneak a look at, "just friends, huh?"

his brows furrow in confusion, "what are you going on about?"

"don't play dumb with me rafe. you've been going around all night telling people we're just friends."

"so?" he shrugs, casually sipping his beer.

"so?" you laugh bitterly, but your voice is laced with hurt, "i've been going around calling you my boyfriend. do you have any idea how humiliating this is?"

suddenly aware of the growing crowd, rafe steps closer to you, "i'm not doing this here y/n, come with me."

but when he tries to grab your hand, you pull it back, "don't touch me."

he knows you'll only argue with him more if he tries to grab you, so instead he walks away, knowing you'll most likely follow him. he's right, the clicking of your heels against the hardwood floor gives you away.

"rafe cameron, you do not walk away from me!" you shout, trailing after him until the door to his bedroom clicks shut behind you both.

you're standing in the middle of his room now, arms crossed and chest heaving in frustration as you glare at him. his beer bottle is still in his hand, bringing it up to his lips to take a swig before setting it down on the dresser. he brushes past you, opting to sit on the edge of his bed instead. the air between you both is tense, full of anger and confusion.

"you finished?" he asks, tone sharp.

"no, i am not finished," you fume, starting to pace up and down, "you humiliated me rafe. i was calling you my boyfriend like i was some delusional girl who's desperately in love with you. people pitied me when you denied us being together. do the past four months mean fucking nothing to you?"

he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, stare locked on the floor. a ringed hand runs over his buzzed head and he lets out a frustrated sigh. all the things he wants to say are swimming around his head, but the words get stuck, like the wall he's built up over time is refusing to let them out.

"of course they mean something to me." he says, voice softer than you're expecting, "but i've got my reasons y/n."

you stop pacing now, turning to face him, "so tell me. because right now you're just making excuses and i don't deserve that. i've been nothing but kind and caring and loving to you. i deserve to know rafe."

when he finally looks up from the floor, you're surprised to see his eyes full of tears, on the verge of spilling onto his cheeks. stepping forward, you cautiously place a hand on each of his knees, parting them until there's enough space for you to stand between them.

"please." you whisper, his hands coming up to rest on your hips.

"i don't know how to do this. i don't know how to love someone and not screw it up. i... i'm a disappointment to everyone and i don't want to be a disappointment to you. i don't want to screw this up." he admits, voice trembling.

"rafe, look at me," you softly demand, cupping his face to brush away the tears that escaped, "you're not a disappointment, okay? you won't screw this up either, but i need you to try. i'm not going anywhere anytime soon but it's not fair for me to put all my effort into us if you don't want this."

"i do want this," the words spill out in a rush, "i want this more than anything, i'm just scared. wanna protect you from all the shit i come with."

your heart aches at how vulnerable he's being. you've never seen him like this, always used to him being his confident, cocky self. leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to his forehead, then his lips.

"you don't think i knew what i was getting myself into? i can handle it, just like i have been. just want you to talk to me, okay? be honest with me." you murmur.

he nods, resting his head on your stomach and tugging you closer to him. for the first time all night, you feel him relax. his shoulders drop and it's almost like you can feel his wall crumbling, wanting to let you further in.

"come on, let's go to bed. i sure as hell don't wanna go back down there."

"okay." he mumbles, "can you stay here tonight?"

"wasn't going anywhere else." you promise.

you let your nails scratch at his scalp for a few seconds before trailing down to his tie, carefully tugging at it until it becomes loose. undoing it properly, you let it fall to the floor. reaching for the buttons of his shirt next, you begin undoing them one by one.

"you don't have to." he starts, but you simply shake your head, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"i want to," you reply softly, "let me take care of you."

your fingers gently brush his skin as you finish undoing the buttons, pushing the material off his shoulders and letting him shrug it off his body. the tension continues to leave his body the more your hands stroke up and down his arms. his hands, once gripping your hips, now trail up your back until they're tugging down the zipper of your dress.

once you're both undressed, you climb into the bed, pulling the covers back to invite rafe in, who's still standing at the side of the bed. letting out a shaky breath, he climbs in after you, instantly pulling you closer and resting his head on your chest. his warm breath tickles your skin as he nuzzles further into you, arms wrapping around your waist to anchor himself. your fingers run over his bare back, tracing patterns while his breathing evens out.

"you're not alone you know? i'm here for you, always will be." you murmur.

his arms tighten around you like he's scared you'll slip away, "i know. sometimes it's just too much. i don't want it to become too much for you."

you lean down, leaving a kiss on the top of his head, "it won't. and if it ever does we'll get through it together, because i told you i'm not going anywhere."

he doesn't say anything in response, but he doesn't have to. feeling how his hand finds yours and laces your fingers together, squeezing them is enough.

a few minutes of silence pass, and when you look down you see that his eyes are closed and his lips are pouting ever so slightly. he's fallen asleep. sleep that's much needed. you glance toward your phone on the nightstand, debating whether to text your parents or let them worry about your absence until morning. you're not in the mood for a fight though, so you quickly send them a message explaining you'd be spending the night at tanneyhill.

as you set your phone on the nightstand, the bedroom door creaks open, and a figure you recognise as ward obstructs the light from the hallway. his eyes scan the room looking for rafe before noticing he's mostly covered by the bedsheets, his head resting on your chest as you gently scratch at his scalp. ward clears his throat, attempting to catch his son's attention, but rafe's in a deep sleep, not even stirring at the sound. the door opens further and he steps fully into the room.

"hey, can i speak to rafe?" he asks, voice quiet but firm.

you shake your head, "not right now, just... leave him alone tonight ward. he's had a long day. he can't deal with anything else right now."

"it'll only take a minute y/n." he insists, eyes narrowing slightly in annoyance.

you don't waver, "no, just leave it. deal with it tomorrow."

with a reluctant nod, ward quietly leaves, shutting the door behind him. the room is left in complete darkness apart from the moonlight shining through the window, and rafe mumbles a sleepy 'thank you' against your skin.

"of course," you whisper, "i love you, rafe."

you feel him smile against you before mumbling, "i love you."

[munsonsmixtapes]

Just One More

virgin!eddie x fem!reader

You literally fall into Eddie's lap and after doing you a favor, you somehow become his first.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v)

The party is in full swing when you get there. This is the first one you’ve gone to alone since your messy break up and it feels weird but oddly freeing to not have anyone by your side. You had no one to answer to, to wait on and you didn’t have to worry about being abandoned so he could go talk with his friends and pretend like you didn’t even exist. 

But because you have the most terrible luck, you spot him in the kitchen, flirting with the exact guy that he always told you not to worry about. This all has to be some elaborate joke that life has decided to play on you, that’s the only thing that makes sense. Well, good for them. They deserve each other. 

You swear you see Johnny look your way and hurry into the living room, backing up as quickly as possible to make sure that they can’t see you, but of course, because this is all still some joke, you end up falling onto something, or rather, someone. A cute someone at that. He’s got curly, dark brown hair and the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize quickly. Instead of being offended like you assume he would be, he just smiles and it’s pretty. 

“I’m not,” he says, his voice taking on a flirty tone. Maybe life is actually starting to be kinder to you. 

“You’re not?” You ask, sitting up and the stranger just smiles wider. 

“Not at all. It’s not everyday a pretty girl literally falls into my lap.” Your cheeks heat at his compliment and you shyly turn away, only seeing that Johnny’s eyes have locked on yours. 

“Can I ask a huge favor?” He doesn’t even know you but is sure that he’d do whatever you asked. You’ve already bewitched him and he doesn’t even know your name. He always falls fast and hard and it never seems to get him anywhere. His heart always gets broken in the end. 

“Anything,” he breathes, not even caring how desperate he sounds. 

“My ex is over there and I really need you to kiss me,” you say, leaning closer and Eddie is standing to wonder what kind of dream he’s entered because surely something as perfect as this wouldn’t be real life, right?

“Sure,” he nods, his lips parting, and you slot yours between them as your arms wrap around his neck. One hand rests against your waist as the other cradles the back of your head. 

The kiss is soft and sweet, everything you could have ever hoped for. It’s like what you’ve seen in the movies but didn’t think was real. There’s a spark there and you already feel sad knowing that you’re going to have to break the kiss eventually. 

You stay like that for so long that you completely forget why you initially asked him, so caught up in his lips that you forget about everything else but him. And Eddie’s not even sure how he’s able to kiss you back since his mind is so fuzzy, no thoughts going on besides your lips. 

You’re straddling his waist now, kissing his neck and all he can do is whine, wanting more, needing more. You’re whispering the most filthy things into his skin. He wants to do everything you’re asking of him. He wants to fully submit to you. To be your good boy. 

“That’s a nice sound,” you tell him, your lips finding his again. “You wanna make it again? Maybe somewhere more private?” 

He wants to, he really does. But he’s never done that kind of thing before. Hell, he’s barely even kissed anyone before tonight so he’s sure that he’d have no idea what to do. You clearly seem to be much more experienced than him and he wouldn’t want to disappoint you. 

So he’s not sure why he agrees and lets you lead him up the stairs to an empty bedroom. His heart is pounding as you close the door then push him onto the bed. He knows he should say something, but his mind goes blank as you start to undress, your lacy bra making his cheeks flush. 

He just stays there, staring up at you as you move onto your jeans, giving him his own personal show and he’s not going to dare to tell you to stop. Especially not when he feels his pants getting tighter. 

He’s adorable, you think. He’s staring at you with drool practically falling from his lips and you wonder why he’s here alone tonight when any woman would be lucky to have him. He’s sweet and kind and you feel so grateful to have fallen into his lap. He’s unlike any guy you’ve ever met and you just know that he’ll be nothing but a gentleman when he finally gets you into bed. 

He’s staring intently, his pupils getting bigger so that his eyes look almost black and you decide that you need him and you need him now. and he needs you too considering how hard he is right now. 

You’re now just in your bra and panties and you make your way for him, placing yourself on top of him, kissing him until he’s breathless. Your hands slide up his shirt as your lips move to his neck again, pushing the shirt up slowly until you can get it over his head. 

“I-I’ve never done this before,” he says breathily. You’re quick to pull away, reaching for your clothes, but he stops you, taking your hands in his. “But I want you to be my first.” 

“You do?” You ask. “You don’t even know my name.” 

“I’m Eddie,” he replies with that pretty smile and you swear your heart melts for just a second. 

“Y/n.” 

“Y/n,” he repeats, putting emphasis on each syllable and it sounds so pretty coming out of his mouth. ”Now I do know your name and I still want you to be my first…if you want.” 

“I’m not very good, just so you know.” Those were the exact words that Johnny had said to you every time 

“How would I know?” He lets out a laugh and it makes your heart flutter. God, he’s perfect. He’s perfect and you’re probably never going to see him again. That’s why you’ve got to make tonight count. So you pull him in for another kiss, sticking your tongue into his mouth this time and he moans, loudly, a sound he’s only made when he was by himself. 

You begin to grind against him and now he’s whining into your mouth and the sound is intoxicating. You need more. You need to ride him until all he can get out is your name, screaming it until he can’t anymore. 

“You gonna be a good boy for me?” You ask as your hands slip between your bodies, feeling around for the button of his jeans. 

“God, yes,” he breathes. Once they’re off, it’s much easier to see his bulge and how much of an effect you’ve had on him from giving him your little show plus your kisses. He’s never wanted anyone so badly and he’s prepared to do whatever, be whatever you ask of him. 

He sees you pulling something from your purse and immediately realizes that it’s a condom as soon as comes into view. You slowly pull down his boxers and he should be shy about you being the only girl to ever see his cock, but he’s not. 

“I’m gonna put this on you, okay?” You tell him and he nods as his boxers finally come off and your eyes widen at the size of him. You roll the condom onto him then quickly remove your panties before straddling him. 

You settle on top of him nice and slow to get him used to it and the moan that falls from his lips is enough to make you soaked. He’s already coming undone so you’re going to take your time because you know he’s not going to last very long. 

“God,” he whines. “This is far better than using my hand.” You’re moving slowly, your hands pressed against his chest as you continue to move. 

“Yeah? You like that? How about this?” You begin to bounce even faster, moving your hands to grab onto his hips, pushing them against yours until he’s able to do it on his own, mimicking the movement perfectly. 

“Fuck,” he whines again. “Does it always feel this good?” He’s moving slowly, trying his best to keep up with your pace and you watch him come completely undone underneath you, his body pouring sweat as he pushes in and out of you, his words quickly slurring by the second.

“To be honest, not really, but with you, it feels just right. You’re such a good boy.” Those seem to be the magic words because not long after, he’s reaching his orgasm and you feel so smug because of how loud he’s being. You did that and you feel even more confident that you made him feel that good. 

When he comes down, you turn to leave because that’s what you’re used to, but Eddie grabs hold of you and pulls you down to lie beside him. You turn to face him and his eyes are pleading. You know what he wants and even though it’s programmed into you to leave, you just can’t. Not when he’s been so sweet and not when he made you feel so good. He’s not like the others that you’ve slept with. He actually cares what you’re into and isn’t interested in using you just to feel something. 

As you pull him into another kiss, you just know that you’re going to go for another round and you give in. You let him take the lead this time, only with a little guidance and he’s nothing but a good boy. He doesn’t even have to ask to know what you like. He just does. As he makes you orgasm, you just know that you won’t be able to sleep with anyone else after that. And with the way he pulls you into his arms after you come down, he tells you exactly that.

Pretty much everyone is gone when the two of you sneak downstairs and out the door. You head outside hand in hand and Eddie walks you to your car. Kissing you again and again, stalling going to his own vehicle and only leaves when he gets your phone number and plans to meet again for one more, but you both know that it won’t be just one more. Not if you can help it, anyway.

[pinkkpjobx]

can you do an imagine where jj is obsessed with reader but he’s also very shy around her like he’s always confident and his flirty self with everyone else but with reader he just gets flustered everytime he’s around her. maybe him asking her out or confessing his love for her or something idk

I gotchu babes

warnings: none really, just fluff! not proofread.

notes: yall....i had like all of it written, then Tumblr decided it hates me and deleted all of it, so i had to rewrite it (it did it twice 😭) ...i actually cried.

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it all began in freshman year, when jj started flirting with every girl to distract himself.

every girl but you. every time he tried, he would stumble over his rehearsed pick-up lines and walk away a blushing mess. he didn't understand it.

he didn't understand you.

until junior year, when he finally realized he liked you. which didn't make a whole lot of sense because the only interaction he had with you (other than the failed attempts at wooing you) were small smiles across the classroom and friendly waves when he just so happened to go surfing at the exact same time as you.

he would be so entranced by the way you balanced on your board as you rode the waves that he would fall off of his. you would look over curiously, unaware of the previous staring. on the rare occasion that he was able to stay up, he would show off and hope that you were looking.

and you were. every time he caught a wave, you were watching him as he did some over the top trick, giggling to yourself as he messed up half the time.

now, you weren't stupid. you knew he liked you, but you wouldn't act on it. not unless he initiated it.

so you started going to the same parties him and hanging out with the pouges in hopes to get closer to jj.

as soon as he would see you at a party, he would find some random girl to hook up with, just so he could leave the party with a reasonable excuse.

as for the pouge hangouts. he would always manage to sit on the opposite side of the room, twinkie, bonfire, you name it.

you were completely fine with it, knowing he needed time. however, the other pouges were not. namely sarah and kie, the other two were dragged into it.

so one surf trip, while you, pope, and jj were in the water, the others were building a fire and ploting. they came up with a plan to get you and jj to sit next to each other and hopefully spark a conversation. then they'd get up and pray that jj would build enough courage to ask you out.

pope, done for the day, swam back to shore, leaving you and jj to ride the next waves.

well, leaving you to ride the waves and jj to watch as he failed to stay up for even one.

after a few more waves (and a couple wipe outs on jj's part), the two of you returned to shore as well.

"some sick waves today." kie said as you sat down next to pope, leaving the last open spot the one on your left.

"best i've seen in a while." pope, responded. the group fell into another comfortable silence as everyone waited for jj to return from the twinkie.

"beer, weed, and marshmallows. or what i like to call, a good time." jj announced his return as he tossed the bag of marshmallows at john b. once he passed out beers, he looked at he empty spot next to you. "uh, yeah! i'll just...i'll just sit here." he sat down next to you, careful not to let his knee or elbow graze you accidentally.

kie and sarah smirked at each other, while pope and john b looked at each other with weary expressions, not quite sure how this would pan out.

"tough waves today, jj? couldn't seem to stay up." kie teased.

he looked down, thankful for the fire infront of him for masking the blush on his cheeks with orange and yellow hues. "not my day, i guess."

"says the best surfer on the island." you complimented.

"that's rich coming from you." he responded, internally patting himself on the back for managing a sentence without stuttering or stumbling over any words.

"i've had off days before." you said, wanting to keep the conversation going.

"y-yeah, but your off days are on the same level as my good days." he looked at you briefly, catching your eyes, before looking back to the fire.

you smile at the compliment. "thank you."

as the conversation continued, he grew more confident in his words. he even started fishing for opportunities. suggesting surf trips, parties, even offering to walk you home that night.

he was so concentrated on not making a fool of himself that he didn't even notice the other pouges leaving.

over by the twinkie, sarah smirked at pope and john b. "told you it would work."

pope smiled over at jj while john b just shook his head. "i shouldn't have doubted you."

'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'*'

"if you could travel anywhere in the world, anywhere, where would you go?" jj asked. he was walking you home, your path only illuminated by a flickering street lamp.

"hmm, I've always wanted to go to greece." you replied.

he nodded, taking a mental note of that.

"what about you?"

"south africa." he said.

"why?"

"apparently, the waves there are top tier."

you hummed at that. "maybe i'll tag along....if that's okay with you?"

"yes!" he cleared his throat. "i-i mean..yeah, pfft, sure. why not?"

he smiled too. "great, um. do you-do you wanna go to lunch? or, or surfing? or both...we could do both, if you wanted-"

your house came into view and he took a deep breath, wanting to ask you before the night was over. "actually, i, um, i wanna ask you that. well, not that specifically, but, something close...kinda-"

"jj." you stopped his nervous rambling. "calm down."

he nodded. "right. right, yeah. um, i wanted to ask, if um, if your free tomorrow?"

you smiled. "i am. i am free."

"yes."

he paused. "what?"

"yes, jj. i would love to go out with you."

his face broke out into a smile, brighter than that coming from your porch light. "okay. okay, great, i'll-i'll come by at noon?"

you nodded, your own smile stuck on your face. "perfect." you looked up at your house. "thank you for walking me." then you did something he would remember forever.

you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"n-no problem."

"i'm gonna go inside now." you said, giggling.

"yeah! yeah, that's- that's good. i'll uh, i'll pick you up at noon."

you nodded and walked up the stairs to your house, closing the door with one last glance at jj.

he stayed there for a few minutes, bathing in the feeling of bliss that came from spending time with you.

when he finally started to walk back to the chateau, he couldn't stop himself from doing a small victory dance.

you watched from the window of your room, smiling at the idiot who stole your heart.

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[saoirseyun]

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 IT'S ALL ABOUT— bsd men and their love languages

— TOUCH. Dazai Osamu who finds most of every spent minutes together are delicate and priceless by all those scintilla caresses as the feeling of warmth provided by held hands and or even a gentle embrace. The poor detective's covered in bandages from top to bottom, cut him some slack for this, will you? For all you know he's barely received affectionate gestures from anyone at all... It's not like he's ever told you, though. As long as you do appreciate his hands on you, it's a two-way. He looks cute doing it with you too—what a plus.

— WORDS. Kunikida Doppo who asserts every little compliment and mini 'I love yous' times of the day to the point it becomes often and as your own hidden proposal of affection. Who also offers affirmations and loveable sweet ease from the depths of his heart to you—his beloved, his precious—just whenever you need it! How Kunikida Doppo knows exact what to murmur in your ears during a dark place in your life, whether or not the feeling of safety was enough to prove his attentiveness... That's on you to decide.

— PRESENCE. Nakahara Chuuya who's preference is to enjoy none but your body next to his doing anything being active such as watching a random show on TV or complete mundane task around the place when (for once) there's extra time to spare. Of all things considered, he likes to ensure that the both of you two are with each other in a state of pure fluff and solace, safe in those arms and feeling blessed in loved. Nakahara Chuuya who prepares dates and or planned events to attend with you in advance when he has the chance to, after all. You deserve every single second of his time... Now if only he can actually do give it to you 24/7.

— GIFTS. Dostoevsky Fyodor who can and will be gladly to spend a whole wallet's worth for those abundant requests and things you'd want and would even beg for after a day's long worth at the Decay of Angels. Whenever he'd return back to you from another country, he has a whole stuffed bags filled to the brim with sweet souvenirs or attractive new clothes—whatever you do expect for him to get at the malls or fancy shopping districts—don't worry your head! Fyodor will be sure to buy it.

— SERVICE. Suehiro Tetchou who isn't ideally the biggest spoken hopeless romanticist but consider for one that actions speak louder than words—and he believes that! Suehiro Tetchou who finds the affection of talk difficult to maneuver; which why's he fetches you your fresh coffee and foods or assist in whatever work was needed done instead. Which why's he comes to be honest so intimate, lovingly, adorable with every sense of muted words. Suehiro Tetchou who prefers to express his own take on affection by pure reaction, an untold language compared from those usual verbalized acts.

( source ) divider by @ cafekitsune

[honeyinthesummer]

VIDEO PHONE — rafe cameron.

warnings: nsfw, f!reader, reader is a sex worker, 1.2k words.

SUMMARY: Out of impulse and lust, you decided to film yourself on Rafe's phone.

What you're about to do is way above your pay grade.

Rafe is specific in what he wants. You've never tried it out with him; he hasn't asked you to, but you just feel like it. It's one of those early mornings when he allowed you to stay over at Tannyhill, your favorite client, probably in his father's home office drowning in paperwork.

You spot his phone getting charged by the corner, and you feel like Rafe won't be coming up soon, so you take that as a sign to do it. Standing up, you swiftly locked the door before prepping with a quick bath.

It wasn't clicking the record button the hardest thing to do; it was choosing the right angle that compliments you. Ultimately, you lean his phone against a pile of pillows by the foot of the bed, press record, and prop yourself against the headboard. Fingers fidgeting and taking off your purple lacy set that Rafe is obsessed with, your toes curling in anticipation, you start the show.

It took you longer than you expected, but you sensed he would appreciate the extra few minutes of the footage. Stuffing three fingers in your hole, you attempt to mimic the way Rafe fingers you, but it's just not enough, and now you have your other hand rubbing circles in your clit, the sensation leaving you panting and overwhelmed.

"Need you, Rafey..." you moaned just enough for the phone to capture, your legs closing in now and then due to the pleasure. It takes all of your might to keep your thighs apart. The windows of his room were slightly ajar, causing the curtains to flutter, and the sunshine gave the most natural lighting for your video. The sunrays hit your skin warmly, the light helping you appear blissful and extra erotic, the essence leaking out your cunt and dripping down your thighs being highlighted.

Screw Rafe for fucking you so good you can't bear to do it alone anymore.

Taking out your fingers, you sat on your heels, watching yourself on the phone as you lustfully lick your digits, releasing them with a wet pop. You crawled forward, taking a pillow from the pile behind the camera, your tits swaying at your every move. You returned to the center of the frame, folding the pillow, and let the stiffer part settle right below your cunt.

You whimper at the feeling, a wet patch forming in the spot you're sitting on, the black pillowcase now extra shiny. You take it off below you before facing the camera sideways and sitting on it again, letting Rafe see how your back arches.

It was pure filth. The way you were a moaning mess, your aggressive grinding on his pillow, and now you can feel it. You sat once again to face the camera, opening your legs as your fingers played with your pussy, letting the camera film the exact moment you felt your high, leaving your middle finger in to fuck yourself to prolong your orgasm, overstimulating yourself in the process. You moan and grunt Rafe's name, along with the strings of "please, sir" to rile him up.

Finished with your stunt, you charged his phone again, put his sheets in the laundry, and bathed. You noticed the hard cash he left by the bedside table for your service last night, grabbing it before heading out, afraid to face Rafe after what you did.

It wasn't like you needed to kiss him goodbye. After all, he's your client, not your boyfriend, even if the lines in between in the past few days have become blurry.

You told your regulars not to text you for a week as you will spend some time with your family outside the island, in your hometown. Your favorite and most demanding customer, of course, disagreed, and you swear he's masking his true feelings under the pretense that he doesn't want to be denied pleasure whenever he wants. That's why you did it, leaving him some souvenir for when he misses you, which you hoped he would.

But he didn't text you, though. Not a single letter, not even a call, makes you spiral whenever you're out of your family's view. He probably didn't check his gallery, just skimmed over your video, or maybe he has seen it and sent it to his kook friends, laughing and reeling at your desperation.

At some point, you decided not to return to the island. If you would, you would just ghost Rafe, not bothering to tell him you came back. But guess who's waiting by the docks, shades on and leaning against the hood of his black cruiser? Ignoring how your chest thumps in nervousness, you approach him, your grip on your bags tight.

You don't know how it led to this, but you're certainly not complaining. Because here is Rafe right now between your legs, one hand behind your thigh to fold it up your chest, the other lining his cock to your entrance. You whine at the feeling, begging him to just fuck you already.

"So fucking needy, dollface," he says breathlessly. "So. fucking. needy." Each word he stressed was equal to a single thrust into you. When he bottoms out, Rafe adjusts your position. He sits on his heels and wraps your legs around his waist, grabbing his phone to record where you guys connect, capturing how your precum eases him, sliding in and out.

And with one hand on your hips as leverage, Rafe pounds into you mercilessly, the noise of his cock abusing your cervix filling the room.

"This is what you're after that day, baby?" he grunts, bringing his phone closer to your cunt, watching on the screen how you take him so well, your pussy all wet and bruised. "Three fingers? You think three fingers is enough to make it feel like my cock?" You blissfully nodded, and he laughed at your reaction. You bring down your hand, one to toy with your clit, your digits applying more pressure, and the other hand pressing down on the bulge of your tummy every time Rafe thrusts in.

He doesn't let you come quickly, oh no. Rafe was pissed you did such a thing behind his back, knowing he wants to be there every time you pleasure yourself. Just as you were about to cum, he pulled out of you, making you sit up immediately at the sudden emptiness.

You felt something light hit your face, and now a pillow suddenly rests on your lap. You look at Rafe, confused, who is now standing at the foot of the bed, his cock upright and slapping against his abs, his precum tainting his skin. He ushers to the pillow on your, his hand busy pointing the phone at you with the flash on.

"Show me how you made yourself cum that day, doll. And I might just let you ride me next."

[tortillamastersblog]

Where Light Bends Wrong - Part 7 | Wednesday Addams

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Warnings: mentions of murder

Summary: You’ve kept your secret buried and your power quiet, until Wednesday Addams came to Nevermore and turned your whole world upside down.

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"Lookin' good, Y/N," Yoko compliments when she rounds the canoe, eyeing the cat I just painted onto the side.

It's not a masterpiece by any stretch, and I don't consider myself a painter, but I have to admit it looks pretty good.

I smile gently. "Thanks."

Enid rounds the canoe too and beams. "Oh, we're so going to win this year," she boasts, which makes me chuckle.

She did try to ask me about what exactly happened last night over lunch, just like I expected, but when I told her I wasn't sure myself, she accepted it even though I know she knows there's more to the story.

Fact is though, no one believes Rowan's dead. Enid told me she and Yoko saw him just before I joined them for lunch, but I know what I saw.

I also know I'm not going crazy and that Wednesday is right, someone's trying to cover this up, but I have no interest in getting involved any more than I already have.

"I sure hope so," Yoko says with a snort.

Bianca and her team have won three or four years in a row now because they somehow play dirtier than everyone else, so the chances of the Black Cats winning are pretty slim, but I don't want to put a damper on their mood, especially not Enid's, so ljust hum in agreement before glancing at my watch.

Our lunch is almost over, so I put my paintbrush down and place the lid on the paint I was using. "We better get going, guys."

Enid, Yoko, and Mina, one of the other girls on their team, check their phones for the time to see that I'm right and start packing up too.

Some students have a free period now to focus on their extracurricular activities, like Bianca and her a cappella group or Xavier practicing his archery, but Enid, Yoko, Maisie, and I don't.

We'll have time to work on the canoe some more before dinner later, so I don't square my stuff away perfectly. I just make sure the paint won't dry out and wrap some plastic wrap around the tip of my paintbrush before heading to the school before the others.

I left my bag in my room, so l'll have to get it before we head to class together. I effortlessly skip up the stairs to my room and grab my bag, making sure I have everything I need before heading to class. As I round a corner though, I run into someone, and after apologizing and stepping back, I freeze when I realize who it is.

It's Rowan, and he's wearing the exact same thing he wore yesterday - brown jacket, green hoodie, glasses and all.

"Sorry," he apologizes, not looking up and trying to get past me, but I grab his arm.

"Rowan," I breathe.

He stops and looks up, and the moment our eyes meet, a shiver runs down my spine because Wednesday was right.

This isn't Rowan.

It's someone else pretending to be him. I can tell by the look in his eyes, how calmly he takes me in when just last night he staggered away from me in fear.

I also sense his emotions, and although there is some anxiety there, he's mostly calm, and for some reason it feels familiar. Not in the way he felt when I used to be around him, but in the way l've felt around someone else before, I just can't say who.

I let go of him without another word and simply nod when he asks if I'm okay, and then he's off, lugging his trunk with him.

Wait, what? Where is he going?

He's already vanished amidst the other students before I can ask, so I swallow the sense of dread that dares to claw its way up my throat and make my way to class.

Rowan is dead. I know it and I know someone is covering up his murder and I swore to myself to stay out of it, but the more I think about it—how he looked at me when I ran into him and how I knew it wasn't him instantly—the more I feel my resolve slip.

It's dangerous getting involved, even more so because Wednesday is involved, but I have a feeling I will be involved no matter what.

"Oh, hey."

I snap out of my thoughts and look over my shoulder to see Ajax stepping into the small shed. It's right next to the school and usually used by the gardeners to store their tools, but it also holds a bunch of paints and art supplies specifically for the Poe Cup.

"Hi."

He smiles and gestures at the black paint can in my hand. "Is there any left of that or is that the last one?"

"Uh, I dunno." I turn back and pull the cardboard box with all the paints off the shelf and place it on the floor between us.

Ajax sends me another smile and crouches down to look through it. I go to leave, but then he speaks up which makes me stop in my tracks. "So, I see Enid has convinced you to help her and her team again?"

I chuckle softly and nod. "You could say that although forced is probably a more accurate word to describe it."

He lets out a laugh and glances at me. "Well, either way, you're doing it which is nice. And she seems to appreciate it… she's been smiling all day."

I raise an eyebrow at that, which makes Ajax avert his eyes, flustered. His heartbeat stumbles slightly and the embarrassment radiating off him makes a smirk pull at my lips.

Oh.

I usually don't get involved in other people's lives because if I stay out of theirs, they stay out of mine, but for once I can't help but state the obvious.

"You like her."

"What? No!" Ajax's wide eyes snap back to me and he gets to his feet, having found another black paint can.

I just cross my arms and watch how he gets flustered. "Right…"

Enid has been hinting about liking Ajax for some time now, even going out of her way to buy him the newest gorgon shampoo that is gentle on his snake's eyes, but she has yet to make a real move. She said she doesn't know if he likes her back, which is fair because he doesn't talk much and like me he's a bit of a loner, but I just got the proof I needed.

"I— well, you see—"

"Don't worry, I won't tell her," I cut him off when his embarrassment makes way for panic.

He meets my eyes hesitantly, his heart still beating rapidly in his chest. "You won't?"

I shake my head and let my smirk melt into a gentle smile. "No. It's not my secret to tell."

"Thank you." He sighs in relief and I step past him, patting his shoulder and adding, "But just so you know, if you ever wanna do something about it, I think you'd have a pretty good chance," before stepping outside again.

It's half past three now and we don't have any more classes today, which gives us a bunch of time to put the finishing touches on the canoe.

I round the corner of the school, enjoying the feeling of the afternoon sun on my face before stopping when I see Wednesday talking to Enid next to the canoe.

I groan mentally because of all the places, this is the last one I expected her to be, but then my ears pick up on their conversation and I'm intrigued.

"… you want me to cover so you can return to the scene of a crime that didn't happen?" Enid asks with a raised eyebrow, kneeling next to the canoe to put a finishing touch on one of the fangs painted on the side.

Wednesday huffs in exasperation. "I have beekeeping club this afternoon and need you as decoy."

I snort. Beekeeping club? That does not sound like something Wednesday would willingly participate in, especially not with Eugene, who is sweet and bubbly—the complete opposite of her—but I guess she's full of surprises.

"Sorry. Two strikes," Enid declines with a cringe. "I'm busy and bees totally creep me out."

That's true. Last year, one landed on her shoulder and she literally started crying even though the bees probably just thought she was a flower because of the neon yellow sweater she was wearing.

"Why don't you ask Thing?" Enid goes on as I slowly approach them. I don't want to talk to Wednesday again, but I know Enid needs the paint. "Oh that's right, you can't because he's mad at you," she answers her own question sarcastically, which makes me frown.

Thing is mad at Wednesday? Why? Just this morning when Wednesday came to my room, they were fine.

"Why's he mad? He's the one who screwed up with Rowan," Wednesday asks, genuinely confused.

Wait, what? How could he screw up with Rowan? Or should I say not-Rowan. Unless… of course. Wednesday probably had him follow not-Rowan and he must have lost him.

Enid just shrugs. "All I know is that we spent an hour giving each other manis and he really opened up. He feels like you don't respect him as a person."

A somewhat disgusted frown pulls at Wednesday's lips at the mention of manicures, even though she literally has impeccable black nails. I guess the whole social aspect must be tripping her up.

"Well, technically he's only a hand," she deadpans which, once again, weren't it for the circumstances, I would actually laugh at even though she's being dead serious.

Enid shoots her a bored glare. "Wednesday, he's your family. And he would do anything for you." Her face softens slightly and she adds, "Go apologize and I'll reconsider helping you."

Wednesday, much to my surprise, actually considers it. A thoughtful look crosses her face and then she exhales softly, resigned, and turns to leave.

Her step falters slightly when she spots me but she doesn't stop. She just eyes me for a moment with an unreadable expression before averting her eyes and making her way up to the school.

Good. She got the message. I don't want to be involved.

I can't help but think about what she's getting herself into though. Going back into the forest all alone… I don't like it. Not after I saw that monster last night.

"What was that all about?" I ask Enid as soon as I'm within earshot.

"Oh nothing. Just Wednesday being Wednesday," she says casually. "Did you get the paint?"

I nod and hold it out to her, noting how she not so subtly looks past me. By the way her cheeks turn a light shade of pink, I can tell she's spotted Ajax and I feel myself smiling gently, but then my eyes land on Wednesday's still retreating figure and my stomach churns as if forebodingly.

I pace my room, not knowing what to do. It's almost dinner now and the sun is starting to set and although the sun was out just an hour earlier, the sky is overcast now and I can see a blanket of fog drifting over the forest outside my window.

Wednesday is out there. Alone. Looking for clues and although her heartbeat is steady so far, I don't like the thought of her out there. It's getting dark and with the fog she could get lost if she's not careful.

I stop pacing and stare out of the window for a second, hearing Enid squeal somewhere in the distance, covering for Wednesday so Weems doesn't find out she's off school grounds.

She came by earlier and told me what she was going to do since Wednesday actually apologized to Thing. She asked me if maybe I wanted to take her place, but Weems would know it was me under the beekeepers outfit because I'm so much taller than both Wednesday and Enid so I had to decline.

Which leaves me here, worried about someone I should be staying away from.

I hear a twig snap somewhere in the forest which makes me flinch slightly and move before I know what's going on. I grab my jacket, having changed out of my uniform earlier, and head out. I make sure to stay in the shadow until I make it to the edge of the forest so Weems doesn't see me and then I start jogging in the direction of Wednesday's heartbeat.

The air is damp and smells like dead leaves and rain, and for a moment I think I even smell the coppery scent of blood but the next second it's gone.

When my pendant heats up, somehow signaling I'm nearing Wednesday, I slow down and push through the underbrush until I see her rounding a tree, her dark eyes scanning the ground.

Then, I hear another snap and look to my left, seeing Sheriff Galpin and his German shepherd. I quickly move behind a tree before I realize he's about to see Wednesday but then before I can move an arm wraps around her from behind a nearby tree and pulls her out of sight.

I frown and focus my hearing, only now realizing there's another steady heartbeat close to Wednesday. Hers stays calm so I'm assuming she's not in any danger.

I look around the tree to see Galpin scanning the ground like Wednesday just did and clench my jaw.

So he believes something happened after all, otherwise he wouldn't be out here.

It makes my head spin a little because if even he believes something is up, there must be more to this monster than just Rowan's murder and all the other killings recently.

Although the press keeps saying it must have been a bear, I doubt it and he being here just confirms it.

He goes on searching, using his boot to sometimes swipe away some leaves, until he's out of sight. I can still hear him and his dog panting and whining every now and then, but he's too far gone to hear or see me, so I step out from behind my tree and hurry to the tree Wednesday and the other person are hiding behind.

Unsurprisingly, it turns out to be Tyler, holding Wednesday against him with his hand over her mouth and a worried look on his face.

When he sees me his eyes widen but he doesn't move. Wednesday does though, shoving him off immediately and grumbling something under her breath along the lines of don't touch me.

Her dark eyes settle on me and she pauses for a moment before turning to Tyler who immediately raises his hands in apology. 

“Sorry,” he says with a wince. “I didn’t want Elvis to pick up on your scent.”

“Thanks,” she says, which makes something twist in my stomach. I literally saved her life twice now and neither time has she thanked me, but when Tyler helps her not get caught doing something she shouldn’t be doing she can say it?

I’m honestly not jealous, just a little hurt which makes me wonder when I started caring so much about what she does, or, in my case, doesn’t do. 

I don’t speak up though and simply listen halfheartedly when Wednesday asks how Tyler managed to throw the dog off and he pulls out some coffee grounds with a wry smile and explains how it’s a deer hunting hack.

She goes on to ask about why his dad brought the dog and he tells her he doesn’t know but that he must suspect something which is why he followed him in the first place. I surmise that Wednesday told him about what happened last night because she doesn’t question it. When she could have told him, I’m not sure, but I’m guessing it was earlier today while I was in class and she was in town for her therapy appointment.

“You must think it’s weird I’m stalking him,” he says, completely ignoring me.

“No,” Wednesday deadpans. “I consistently stalk my parents.”

She turns and eyes me again for a moment, probably wondering why I’m here after I told her I didn’t want to get involved before brushing past me and going back to inspecting the ground.

“So, what are you doing here?” Tyler asks, finally acknowledging me. He has the audacity to raise a challenging eyebrow, making me scoff.

I don't have to explain myself to him, but he continues to stare me down as though trying to get some kind of confession of wrongdoing out of me. So I draw myself up to my full height and cross my arms.

"Am I not allowed to be here?"

"I don't know, you tell me," he says calmly, which makes me brush him off with an eye roll and turn to Wednesday.

I don’t have much of a problem with him, but he did help Lucas Walker and his goons destroy Xavier’s mural on Outreach Day last year, and he’s acting super weird right now which is throwing me off a little, and not in a good way.

“These are Rowan’s,” Wednesday mumbles.

I frown and take a step toward her when she bends down and picks something up from between the leaves. Her back is turned to me, so it's a little hard to see what she found, but then something glints in the dim light and I realize it's Rowan's glasses. The glass is cracked, and there’s a little blood on the lens. It’s the ultimate proof that his death is being covered up… just like Wednesday said.

I take another step forward, intrigued, only for my stomach to drop in the next second when Wednesday suddenly freezes up, her eyes widening and her head snapping back in a grotesque way.

“Oh my God,” Tyler exclaims behind me, voicing my exact thoughts while I’m too busy closing the little distance left between Wednesday and me to catch her just as she begins tipping.

She’s even smaller in my arms than I remember from when I tackled her out of the way when the gargoyle almost fell on her, and when my hand brushes against hers, I actually shiver from how cool her skin feels.

It’s a stark contrast to how my pendant heats up at the contact, but I ignore it, my sudden worry for her overshadowing everything else.

“Hey, hey, hey.” I shake her gently, but she doesn’t react. Her unblinking eyes continue to stare up at the tree tops traced against the darkening sky.

“What’s wrong with her?” Tyler asks, bewildered, hurrying to my side.

“I—I don’t know,” I stammer. I focus on her heartbeat, but it’s calm, and my pendant is pulsing steadily, putting somewhat of a damper on my worry, almost as if it knows something I don’t.

Tyler and I share a confused look while I hold Wednesday, until she suddenly goes limp in my arms and starts blinking rapidly. I tighten my grip on her to make sure she doesn’t sink to the ground and help her stand when she slowly starts to come to properly. She grips one of my forearms with her hand while the other keeps a hold on the glasses before looking around, confused.

“Are you okay?” I ask when our eyes meet.

“I… Yes.” She says after a moment, gulping.

I tentatively lessen my grip on her, and she gets the memo, letting go of my forearm so I can let go of her completely once I’m sure she’s stable again. She doesn’t brush me off the way she did with Tyler earlier, but that could just be because she’s still recovering from whatever the hell just happened.

“What happened?” Tyler asks, reaching for her to touch her elbow in a comforting manner, but she shifts away ever so slightly.

“It doesn’t matter,” she says, slowly but surely returning to her old self. “I have to get back to the school.”

And then she simply turns and starts marching off in the direction of the school. Tyler shoots me one last questioning look, but I just shrug before following her, leaving him behind.

I catch up with her in a few quick strides. She’s deep in thought, eyes on the ground so she doesn’t trip while turning Rowan’s glasses over and over in one hand. Her other hand absently plays with a silver necklace around her neck I hadn’t noticed before. There’s a round pendant with a wiry W in the middle, and she keeps running her thumb over it until she suddenly stops and looks at me.

“I had a vision,” she says, tucking the necklace back under her uniform.

“A vision?” I repeat quietly, which makes her exhale impatiently.

“Yes, a vision.” She reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out a piece of paper with a pencil drawing on it, holding it out to me. “Have you seen this before?”

I take the paper and have to force myself not to react visibly when I see that it’s a drawing of the Nightshades’ symbol. I study it for a second before looking back up to find her already watching me, expectant.

“Why?” I ask.

She hesitates, working her jaw before reaching into her pocket again. She pulls out another paper, this one more worn. As she unfolds it, she’s careful not to damage it before handing it over too.

“Rowan showed me this right before attacking me,” she says.

I frown and look at it, only for my eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. It’s a drawing of what I’m assuming is supposed to be Wednesday, standing in the destroyed and burning Quad of the school.

“He said his mother drew it. Supposedly she was a seer, and she said I’d destroy the school…”

“So he tried to kill you to stop it from happening,” I finish, looking up to see her nod.

“The symbol is a watermark. Right here.” She steps closer to tap the top right corner of the drawing. I squint and bring the paper closer. She’s right.

“I need to know what book the page was torn out of. I need to know how I’m going to destroy the school so I can try to prevent it,” she says, and the way her voice drops makes me believe she’s actually being sincere.

But telling her about the Nightshades and their library, which is obviously where the page came from, would mean leading her closer to finding out what I am, and I can’t let that happen.

I take one last look at the picture before folding it up and handing it back, along with the drawing of the Nightshades’ symbol.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know,” I lie, which makes her deflate.

She stuffs the papers back into her pocket and huffs.

I want to say something else, but nothing comes to mind, so when she starts walking again, I just follow her in silence.

I keep an eye and ear out for any signs of the monster, but we’re alone until we get back to the school.

Wednesday doesn’t ask for more help, or question why I followed her into the forest again, but she says, “Someone’s covering up Rowan’s murder,” looking me dead in the eye as she slips his glasses into her pocket.

She probably expects me to deny it, or say she’s wrong, but I just nod once and say, “I know,” before turning and heading off to dinner.

Seek where silence is etched in stone

And light bends wrong when left alone

What you search for is out of sight

Until you ask the dark for light

I check the slip of paper again and mutter the riddle beneath my breath, skimming through the shelves at the back of the Nightshades’ library.

I left dinner early and went to my room, letting the events of the last twenty-four hours wash over me again before remembering how my pendant lit up like a Christmas tree, and sneaking out when I was sure everyone had retreated to their rooms. I kept an ear out for Wednesday’s heartbeat specifically when I made my way to the library, but she was all the way across the school, so I knew I was in the clear.

That doesn’t help me now though, because I’ve been searching for that damned book for over ten minutes. Weems really hid it well, and I wish I’d paid more attention when she told me where she put it all this time ago, but I just couldn’t.

“Where light bends wrong when left alone,” I whisper, pausing when I look down one row of shelves and see a beam of moonlight streaming in through a window in the ceiling and bending unnaturally across the stone wall.

Where light bends wrong...

I squeeze in between the dusty bookshelves, lined with books full of misprints and bad omens, until I step into the soft light and get a good look at the small stone panel that shouldn’t be part of the wall and is causing the light to misbehave. I touch it and get even closer when I feel something small etched into it, gasping when I realize it’s the same symbol as on my pendant… three parallel lines cutting through a single circle with the one in the middle slightly longer than the others.

“Of course,” I mumble, pressing my fingers against it, but nothing happens. I try again, but again, nothing happens, so I take another look at the riddle. “Until you ask the dark for light,” I read out loud, and much to my surprise, that does the trick. Something clicks faintly, and then the stone sinks inward and moves to the side, opening just wide enough for me to reach inside and pull out the leather-bound book. There’s no title on the spine or the cover, but there is an inscription inside the front cover.

De Velatis et Evanidis

“Of the Veiled and the Vanished,” I translate out loud, feeling a weight settle on my chest. I close it for a moment and take a deep breath, composing myself before opening it again and flipping to the first page.

The Ægiryn: Children of the Mirrorheart

~Of Origins and Essence~

The Ægiryn are a fading lineage of supernatural blood, their existence now little more than a whisper. Once revered as Oracles of Emotion and healers of unseen wounds, they bore the rare gift of feeling truth. But reverence turned to fear. As human and supernatural powers rose, the Ægiryn were quietly hunted for the very empathy that once made them sacred. To feel too much became a threat. Some say the last of them perished in the Year of Flame, though fragments may still linger, hidden in shadow.

~Etymology and Pronunciation~

The name Ægiryn stems from an Old Northern dialect, believed to mean “stone of truth” or “guardian of grief.” Some link it to a rare black gemstone, others to a forgotten title once bestowed upon their kind. Pronounced AY-gee-rin with a long A, as in fate.

~Classification~

Rarity: Myth-bound

Bloodline Status: Uncertain, possibly extinct

Nature: Empathic, soul-bound, reflective, dangerous.

The Ægiryn are catalogued in older Bestiaries not as beasts, but as anima viva (living emotion). The Pallid Veil called them Mirrorbloods. The Sentinels of Stillmarch labeled them Oracles of Madness. The truth lies somewhere in between.

~Core Traits and Abilities Overview~

It is widely accepted that the Ægiryn possessed five defining gifts.

Invulnerability In their guarded state, the Ægiryn are nearly impervious to harm. Their bodies heal swiftly, their skin resists blades, their bones do not break. Yet this strength is conditional. Should an Ægiryn form a soulbond or lay their emotional guard bare, their body mirrors this vulnerability.

Supernatural Physiology Gifted with the instincts of both prey and predator, they move fast enough to outrun arrows and strike with the power of stone. Their senses border on predatory…hearing tuned to whispers through doors, vision sharpened to silhouettes in fog.

The Mirrorheart An Ægiryn can feel the emotional state of others with painful clarity. It is said they don’t read minds, but echo hearts and—

My head snaps up and my heart drops when I hear light footsteps on the stairs down into the library. I’m not a Nightshade, so I shouldn’t be here, even though they all know I sneak in from time to time to borrow a rare book, but I know this person is not a Nightshade. No, it’s the owner of the heartbeat I can’t stop hearing.

Wednesday.

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── PUT ALL YOUR FAULTS TO BED, YOU CAN BE KING AGAIN

leona kingscholar. the musings of the second prince, regarding the crown and his consort.

Some days, Leona thinks about what the word king means to him and how it links back to you.

Contrary to popular belief, he does not so easily forget the whispers of rumours behind his back; though, loathe as he is to admit, Leona knows that some are less rumour and more truth, no matter how spiteful. He is a prince, after all, and not some spoiled rotten child who has had compliments fed to him on a golden spoon.

Leona knows, better than anyone, that you deserve more than him.

He’s well aware of the fact that many perceive him as lazy, irritable and intimidating, and that is only saying the least. The perfect example of a student who has had to repeat a year way too many times, who is probably still in the world’s greatest magical academy because of his royal blood and noble connections.

The second prince is one way to describe him as well. Second to everything his brother does is also a possible description. Second to the throne, to their parents’ love, to the praise and glory befitting of a king; because Leona will never be king. not as long as his brother and his blood live, because Leona has always been the second option.

And so he acts like it. What else can he do? Surely he cannot try to usurp his own brother; Leona may be a better king than Falena, but he is also intelligent enough to understand the consequences of a coup, long-term or otherwise. Not to mention his nephew, who undoubtedly has the capacity to be a real pain in his ass if Leona ever does away with his father.

Now Leona spends most of his time bored and unpleasant to be around, not so unlike the whispers that circulated the halls of Afterglow Savannah's royal palace when his signature spell was discovered. It is when you find him, lazing around in the light of the sun creeping into the greenhouse (one of the only times he has ever felt that he has ever felt that he could escape from the shadows), and, for one reason or another, you decide to stay.

Leona hates it.

He hates the way you shine a light in his life. It’s too bright, too hot, and he can’t get rid of you no matter how hard he tries. And, at some point, he has become too scared to get rid of you. The underlying fear of losing that light, reduced to the shadow of a king and a crown prince that he once was; it kills Leona. It kills him because he was supposed to be a king, grew up wanting to be the perfect one to rule over the kingdom, and kings do not have weaknesses.

But Leona is not a king.

He is the brother of one, the second son of a royal family. With enough skills and intellect to survive in the battlefield that is the royal court of the Afterglow Savannah. He is born to a long line of kings, emperors, leaders; has learned from the stories of the great kings of the past, of which their blood courses through his veins; but he is not a king. Never was, and never will be.

But then again, who is to say that he isn’t a king in another sense?

"The only kingly thing you haven’t done yet is actually opening your eyes, Leona," Ruggie’s damned hyena laugh echoes in his mind, the mischievous smirk on his face while his eyes stay rooted to the pathetic homemade crown on his head.

Leona does not think Ruggie has the right to laugh, when he doesn't even understand.

Because even with his eyes closed, the second prince sees. He sees the way your breaths come and go, the warmth of the sun and the chill of the breeze on your skin, your quickening pulse and heartbeat. He sees it all without ever needing his eyes, and that is the exact reason why he doesn’t want to open them.

Because if he does, he will see you, backlit against the sun and light of the greenhouse you both visit so much, and then he will want more; you by his side in the kingdom of Afterglow Savannah, bathing in the morning light while wrapped in royal robes, the consort's crown on your head, your rightful place on the throne beside his. You cradling his cub in your arms, sweetly whispering to the result of your love, the future ruler and heir to the throne that is rightfully his. Leona knows that there is none other more deserving of a consort's crown than you, and he would kill anyone who tried to take it from you.

(He would kill for you in a heartbeat. No matter what the cost.

One day, Leona thinks, he will not be the only one to fear the extent of what he feels for you.)

But what murder is justified when the crime hasn’t even been committed? When you do not have the consort's crown, because Leona doesn’t even have the king’s.

(Child’s play; reaching for something he will never get. Leona is a master at this game, even when he loses every single time.)

Silly lion, you would chide him with a smile. Not for these foolish fantasies (for Leona would never admit them), but for the most mundane things. Being late to class, forgetting to do homework, getting detention, forgetting to go to that detention. Such simple, pathetic things, and Leona listens because you are his consort, and kings listen to their consorts.

(Pathetic, hopeless little fantasies.)

"Leona?" you call out his name, your voice the melody of his sweetest, softest, weakest dreams.

Leona's eyes flutter open, lashes brushing against his cheeks as he blinks in the light.

He sees you there, bent over to peer at his sleeping expression. The way your head eclipses the sun makes it seem like you’re wearing a halo (angel’s crown), and if Leona looks closely, he can see his own kisses tangled between your locks and the light.

He closes his eyes before he can meet your gaze, see your lips and everything else he has ever wanted. He will settle for sense and touch, if not for the sake of his sanity, then for you.

"What is it now?" he snarls, feigning annoyance. He hears you laugh, and Leona knows you see right through him.

Just give him some more time, then he will give you a kingdom, the world, and everything else you’ve ever wanted and deserved──

──but for now, this will be all he can offer you.

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A/N. — i need some requests! send me some requests!🙏🏻

it’s the first party Lily and James are hosting at their new house, and it oh so happens to be a halloween one. after hours of fighting, your friend group settled on making it costume themed, which has made it tough for you to figure something out.

good for you, your fiancé is a very creative man. not so keen on playing dress-up, but creative nonetheless. you spent a few hours deciding what to wear, and in the end you settle on going as Sandy and Danny from Grease, a musical that over the last few months became your and Remus’ favorite movie.

you can hear Remus grumbling out in the living room, and you giggle to yourself as you finish putting on the bold red lipstick. your eyes focus on your reflection in the mirror, up and down your body in that tight costume, your maroon heels clicking against the floor when you step away from the counter. you ruffle up the curls you made with a muggle curling iron Lily had borrowed you for the occasion, and you leave the bathroom in a jumpy stroll.

„m’ready, Remy!” you hum softly, making your way over to where you’re sure he’s waiting for you, having the biggest smile on your face when you see him.

even though you knew who you were going as, you two decided to keep the exact look of your costumes a secret up until this moment. you think he looks amazing, he always does to you. he’s a bit down spiritually, considering the full moon is in about a week, but he definitely put his best into this. for you.

„you look handsome!” you put your hands on his chest, eyes grazing over his tall figure, and you hear him sigh. his dark caramel hair is brushed back with a lot of gel and styled to mimic Danny’s, the scars on his face faint and whitened from the time that’s passed since he got them. he’s wearing the costume well, simple black t-shirt that clings to his lanky body, black jeans that are taut on him, and of course, a leather jacket.

„thanks, dovey. you look fabulous.” he murmurs, resting his hands on the swell of your hips, thumbs brushing over your hipdips affectionately. he was leaning against the arm of the sofa, and now he stands up, raising his eyebrows.

you nod, and his arm wraps around your middle, hand on your lower back, and he smoothly apparates you both outside the Potter’s house in Godrick’s Hollow. your fingers intertwine as you make your way inside, the party already in full swing. Lily greets you, dressed as Sally Hardesty, and you compliment her outfit while hugging her. she moves on quickly though, going to greet new guests.

as you walk through the house with Remus practically attached at your hip, you see James and Sirius already dancing on the coffee table in the living room. Black dressed as David Bowie, and James… well, you assume is Leatherface (deducting from Lily’s costume), but honestly it’s hard to tell.

you split with Remus when Mary, Dorcas and Marlene drag you away from him, making you take some shots with them and dance.

and oh, you dance a lot. you’ve always loved dancing, your muggle mom being a dance teacher at a prestige academy. when you were little, before you went to Hogwarts, you used to always follow your mom to her private lessons. even now, despite not living in the muggle part of London, you love to wander to those parts of town, looking in windows at dancing studios.

somehow you end up upstairs (smoking some pot with Peter probably hasn’t been the best idea), walking through the hallway with your head turning left and right, watching the walls as if they are the most interesting thing you’ve seen tonight. suddenly you feel a harsh tug, someone pulling you into a bathroom, and you’re ready to scream before Remus’ scent envelopes your senses.

„Merlin, you scared me!” you hit his shoulder, frowning confused as you feel his hands glide all over your body, touching and kneading your flesh.

„sorry. need you.” his mumble against the column of your throat is barely audible, and you pull him away for a moment by tugging at the ends of his hair.

you know he gets like that, soon before the full moon. needy. possessive. heated. sometimes it’s almost like the wolf in him takes over, trying to keep you as close to him as possible, trying to mark you up. you can tell he’s drunk too, his pupils dilated, his breathing rapid.

you only smile, waving your to cast muffliato over the room, so that you won’t be overheard. you also cast colloportus to keep the door locked for anyone who could accidentally walk in on you two.

before you can turn your head back to him, he’s already tugging your shirt off, unclasping your bra, letting both things fall to the cold floor. he stares at your tits, just for a while, quickly leaning in and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. while his mouth works on your left boob, his hand squeezes and plays with the right one, and you throw your head back in quiet pleasure. he’s got you pinned against the door, the handle digging into your side, but you don’t mind it.

aware of the fact you can’t stay in here for much time, you gently push him off you, dropping to your knees. you grit your teeth when they hit the tiles, your hands reaching out to unbuckle his belt, fighting with it for a few seconds before Remus helps you. he throws the belt away, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers. his cock springs out, painfully hard, slapping over his lower torso.

your mouth always waters at the sight of it, the throbbing ache between your thighs always doubling. it’s not very impressive in girth, but it’s long. like nine inches long. uncut, of course. your hand wraps around his base, giving it a gentle stroke, and Remus lets you just have your fun with it for a bit. not for too long though, because he soon gets impatient, and pats your hands away.

his own hand grabs his dick, and he steps closer, slapping his shaft against your cheek.

„open up, dovey.” he rasps out, and once you open your mouth, he puts the tip of his cock on your stuck out tongue, making a tsch sound. with a snap of his hips, he wastes no time pushing his junk further down your throat, making you gag and spit up. he’s mean tonight, set on what he wants, so he doesn’t pull out. he starts to thrust in and out, shallow at first, then grabs a handful of your hair to tug your head in closer. “you like that, huh? i sure as hell do. looking so fucking perfect for me on your knees like that.”

the way he talks, the way his thrusts grow faster and sharper, the way he pulls your hair to control your head movement. it all leads to you clutching your hands at his thighs, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, and your legs squeezing closed. you reach out, taking hold of his balls and kneading them between your fingers, happy as you hear the grunts escaping his mouth. finally he lets go of you, allowing you to breathe (or more like heave) for not even a minute before he grabs your arm and yanks you up. you grasp the edge of the bathtub, leaning down slightly, your ass on his crotch level.

you tilt your head back, wanting to watch him, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your tight leather pants, harshly pulling them down to your ankles. he rips your thongs off, and when you yelp in a form of protest, he slaps your asscheek hard.

“wanted to take those damn pants off the moment you left our bathroom.” Remus whispers, leaning over to nip at your earlobe, his slender digits grazing over your soaked cunt. “fuck, dove, you’re so wet. guess you wanted that as much as i did.”

“Remy, shit…” you whimper as he pushes two fingers in right away, and honestly they go in so smoothly, you’re surprised. he seems surprised too, letting out a low chuckle and pressing a kiss behind your ear, then straightens up.

he stretches your hole for a few minutes, adding a third finger, pumping in and out, curling his fingers inside you to hit the spot he knows makes you see stars. he even lets you come undone on his fingers, your orgasm crushing over you rather suddenly, and you can feel your pulse quicken rapidly.

he doesn’t let you ride out your orgasm though, removing his fingers to replace them with his cock. he’s not gentle about it either, immediately taking up a rough pace, hips slamming into yours in reckless abandon.

you arch your back, moans and whines you let out getting more obscure with each thrust, and you reach back, trying to wrap your arms around his neck while not facing him. he helps you, hands moving from your hips to your waist and pulling you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder as he fucks into you.

“that’s it. so good to me, dovey. taking my cock like a pro.” he coos in your ear affectionately, fingers tracing mindless patterns over your stomach and his pace slows down. “gonna take my load too? or should i cum all over this gorgeous ass of yours?

you know he’s close, he practically always slows down when he’s close to cumming, and you can’t do much more than just nodding your head, feeling like mush in his embrace.

he clicks his tongue, slapping your tit lightly, and whispers. “use your words. can’t take a fucking nod as an answer.”

“inside, Remy. y’can cum inside.” you breathe out, the shakiness in your voice a clear indicator that you’re chasing your next release too. his hands rest on your chest at last, and he’s panting in your ear, while you let out a moan so high-pitched you would’ve cringed at it, if it wasn’t for the fact you’re getting fucked senseless right now.

his hips snap against yours a couple more times before he buries himself inside you completely, moaning and grunting as he stills, cumming deep into your cunt that’s squeezing him and clenching around him so deliciously. you climax at the same time, your legs giving up on you so you lean on Remus mostly, heaving and rasping for air.

it takes you both a while to come back to your senses, but when you do, Remus is peppering kisses over the side of your neck and shoulder, mumbling quiet praises.

“d’ya wanna go home, dovey?” he asks you as your pulse and breathing go back to normal, and you turn in his arms, letting his dick slide out of you.

“yeah. let’s go home.”

[iheartradio8]

Xo Kitty Outfits: Minho and Kitty

I wanna talk about Kitty and Minho’s outfits this season because I think everything they wear makes them look GOOD together

They start the season off dressed completely opposite to each other. Minho is white; Kitty is black. This could represent how there feelings are opposite right now too. Minho is completely in love with Kitty; Kitty has never viewed him in that way.

When there eyes first meet after the plane Kitty is dressed and red and white Minho is dressed in blue and black. Red and blue are complimentary colors, meaning they’ll always look good together (this is why some of the best ships use this color scheme). Red and blue also contrast each other in meaning. Red is, hot, passionate and, loud; Blue is, cold, calm, and subdued. This actually represents their relationship well. Kitty is outgoing sunshine, while, Minho is the pessimistic clouds. Their outfit are opposite but fit together perfectly (like the pair) (Also this is a stretch but Kitty outfit has hints of blue with the overalls and Minhos sweater has hints of red (?) which shows there connection)

During their talk the color palette of there outfits are almost the exact same making them look like a pair. Kitty’s outfit has hints of blue and cooler tone brown that contrast Minho’s warmer brown. Kitty’s outfit is cool and dark; Minho’s is warm and light. They still have opposing feelings for each other, but their emotions aren’t completely opposite anymore.

The kiss boy and girl uniforms directly contrast each other. The girls uniform is dark, cool blue; The boys uniform is light, warm tan. But the uniforms have elements of each other’s color pallets, making them feel cohesive.

In this scene, while, kitty is directly matching Pravienna, her and Minho still look like more of a pair (which makes sense because they spend the bulk of the time together not Kitty and Pravienna) The red of Minho’s jacket matches the red of Kitty’s hair.

In this scene Kitty is wearing the compliment to Minho’s signature color, green. Even when she kisses Yuri her outfit looks better with Minho’s

In the hot tub scene every element of the two’s main color palette this season is present. Minho has the black, blue, and white. Kitty’s outfit is full red. This could also represent the emotion in the scene. Minho’s outfit is calm and quiet, while, Kitty’s outfit is loud and angry. (Also huge stretch but black could represent the unrequited aspect of there love seeing as Kitty is wearing all black when she rejects Minho and Minho TAKES OFF HIS BLACK JACKET to get in the pool and comfort Kitty)

The rain scene has arguably the most iconic Kitty and Minho outfits of the season. It’s what they used in most of the promos and they’re used in the climax of these two’s relationship this season. This makes sense because the outfits are literally perfectly complimentary. Kitty’s outfit is primarily blue and Minho’s is primarily red. Perfection.

In the wet dream, again, every element of the twos color palette is present. Kitty’s outfit is the red and blue; Minho’s is the black. Also, If we’re viewing black as a loose symbol of the unrequited aspect of their relationship then Kitty is literally being confronted by it in the dream, With Minho’s wearing it head to toe.

There are two things of note in this scene’s outfits . One, Minho is introduced to us season one episode one in green; Kitty’s primary/most iconic outfit in season one episode one is blue. So, In a way they’re wearing each other’s color. (Especially Kitty, they really hammer in green being a Minho thing). Two, blue and green are analogous colors, meaning they’re next to each other on the color wheel. After theses outfits they transition into wearing the same colors which could represent them feeling the same way about each other.

Im gonna make a pt.2 with the rest of the outfits <33

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PLEASE PLEASEEEASEEEEE WE NEED THAT DAD BLURB 🛐🛐

a/n: holy shit I can't wait to continue developing this dad!Lewis story! thank you so much to the anon who sent me this idea, hope you enjoy 🩷

Lewis has just left the shower, taking some warm and refreshing time for himself after the final triple header of the season. Being back home again brings him a sense of comfort and peace that he can’t quite find anywhere else - living for his family, doing absolutely everything to spend as much time as possible next to you and Grace.

Putting on some shorts, he stands in front of the mirror, drying his curls that have been set free for the end of the season. Starting the blow dryer, now with the bathroom door open, the corner of his eye catches a curious Grace peeking through the door, the little girl giggling and hiding whenever Lewis lightly moves his head to look at his princess. 

His daughter’s playfulness and laughs are enough to make him melt, giggling in unison with her while he pretends not to see her, not knowing where she is hiding. After some minutes of hiding, the three-year-old decides to enter the bathroom, walking slowly towards her daddy with a hand covering her smile, silently giggling, finally  appearing after having shown Lewis her hiding skills. 

- Hi, daddyyyy! - Grace drags the word, her body reaching so she can wrap her tiny arms around her dad’s leg, her cheek lovingly flattened against his skin. - Well, hello, my love. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. - Lewis jokes, his hand gently caressing his daughter’s head, ruffling a bit with her own curls while he looks down at her, giving her the purest smile that exists inside of his body.

Grace’s curious eyes look up, admiring her daddy’s curls - loving how they look just like hers, which makes the little girl tell her friends at preschool that her daddy is her twin.

And, in fact, he is. It’s crazy to you how Grace is Lewis’ copy in its entirety. The same lovely, chocolate eyes, the big lashes that she definitely inherited from your husband, the chubby cheeks that Lewis used to have as a kid, the adorable giggle sounding the exact same as his, the head full of luscious curls. 

And Grace loves to look at you and find things that you two have in common - like how the two of you absolutely hate mushrooms, how you both like to sleep on your left side, how her hair tone slightly matches yours a bit more, her smile looking exactly like yours. 

But whenever she looks at Lewis, there’s a different feeling beating in the little girl’s chest - she’s a devoted daddy’s girl, and whenever she looks at him, she sees her hero, the arms that protect her at all times, that carry her around whenever she decides to sulk and state that she’s too tired to walk. 

- I like your hair, daddy. - the little girl compliments, making her dad’s smile grow even more at her words.  - Thank you, princess. I love your hair as well. - Lewis says back, gently using the hair dryer to blow some air into his daughter’s curls, making her feel part of his action, only to watch how she snakes away from the warmth erupting through her small figure. 

Her tiny hand hides her smile again, a cute habit that she has now, and Lewis absolutely loves to see his baby’s toothy smile, but the way she slowly grows shy at her daddy’s antics, to the point of having to hide the blush on her cute cheeks, makes Lewis melt.  

After drying his hair, Lewis extends his hand for his mini-version - that’s quietly leaning her petite frame against the wall, paying attention to every detail of her dad’s movements.

The little girl gladly takes Lewis’ hand, allowing him to pick her up from the floor, sitting her on the counter in front of him while kissing her forehead lovingly. 

- We are twins! - Grace points out, the sparkle in her eyes evident as she looks straight into her dad’s eyes. - Can I stay here with you, daddy?  - Of course you can, sunshine. Do you want daddy to style your hair as well? - Lewis offers as he finishes his curls by now. 

The toddler eagerly nods her head, clapping her hands with excitement as Lewis gently picks some strands of his baby’s hair, playing with her own curls as he takes some elastics into his finger, carefully styling her locks in two high ponytails. 

- Do you like it, princess? - Lewis asks, giggling at the way his kid focuses on her reflection on the big mirror, smiling wide.  - I love my ponytails, daddy! Thank youuu! - Grace’s small fingers reach to touch the new updo that her papa gave her.

The child signals for her dad to reach closer to her, landing a sweet kiss on his cheek, appreciating him for giving her such a pretty hairstyle. Lewis makes a surprised expression, his heart growing at the sound of his daughter’s belly laughing erupting through the room. 

Taking out his shaving tools, Lewis gets ready to trim his beard - realizing that it does need some attention from him. Grace becomes silent, paying her full attention to what her dad is doing now. The man washes his face, applying some shaving gel all over his chin and jaw. But, the second he turns his shaver on, Gracie startles herself, leaving her quiet form. 

- No, no! What are you doing, daddy?! - the girl asks in a rush, putting her hands in a ‘stop’ movement, trying to prevent her dad from what he is about to do. - I’m shaving my beard, Grace. What's wrong? - Lewis asks, his eyebrows furrowed at the sudden disturbed behaviour from his daughter. - You cannot cut it, daddy! - the toddler protests, pulling on his arm with all her strength until he lets go of the machine in his hand.  - Why not, miss? Hm? - he questions, not understanding why she’s objecting so much to him trimming his beard.  - Because mummy likes it! - Grace informs, making Lewis’ eyes widen in surprise at her response. A loud laugh escapes the man’s lips, cleaning the shaving cream from his face before going to hug her daughter tight. 

Your husband’s heart completely melts at how adorable your daughter is, her fast responses always surprising him, the way her tiny brain works entices him. 

- You’re right, pumpkin. Mummy does like daddy’s beard, doesn’t she? - Lewis asks, surrounding Grace’s frame with his arms as he looks into the little girl’s eyes, smiling as she nods her head at his words. - But don’t you think that daddy should trim it just a bit? - his daughter immediately shakes her head ‘no’. - No? Okay Gracie, your wish is my command! - Lewis states as he goes to put away all his shaving utensils, carrying his baby back to the living room after finishing his post-shower routine, lying on the sofa with her on his chest. 

Your husband puts on her favorite cartoons, noticing how the little girl turns her attention to the television, her hand softly touching Roscoe’s fur - that decided to meet them on the sofa shortly after.

Grace’s energy peak has reached its end already, after all the events that took place in the bathroom, and the more she focuses on the cartoons, the more her eyes grow heavy, ending up falling asleep in the comfort of her daddy’s embrace.

Soon, you arrive from work, only to see the family picture of your husband lying on the sofa with a sleeping Grace still safely secured in his arms. A movie is playing on the television now, but Lewis can only pay attention to his baby girl, enjoying the warmth of his nestle, as he leaves soothing kisses on her forehead gently, his hands drawing patterns on her back, just how the toddler likes it - another thing that you and your daughter have in common. 

Whispering a ‘hey’, you carefully tiptoe your way to the couch, trying to be as silent as possible as to not wake up the sleeping princess. After sharing a quick kiss on the lips with your husband, your fingers carefully caress your daughter’s cheek. 

- She’s completely dozed off. - you whisper to Lewis, smiling at the feeling of peace and quiet surrounding the room. 

Your husband slightly nods at you with a smile.

- We had a pretty eventful afternoon.  - I noticed, judging by the ponytails and all. - you look your husband in the eyes, sharing a loving smile, when you notice his features. - And weren’t you going to shave, today, love?

Your question makes Lewis smile, reminding him of what happened earlier. He slowly shakes his head, with a quiet laugh playing on his lips. 

- I can’t do that, apparently. I’m forbidden from shaving. - Lewis shrugs slightly. 

Confusion grows in your mind, furrowing your brows at his words. - Why not?

Landing another kiss on his princess’ head, Lewis’ eyes fill with brightness as he giggles. 

- Grace told me that her mummy likes it this way. So she made sure that my hands didn’t even get close to a shaver. 

Your giggles mix with your husband’s, quietly laughing at your daughter’s words, shaking your head lovingly, the realization of your baby developing her personality right in front of your eyes.

- She’s smart as heck, we have to give her that. - you gently kiss Lewis’ cheek as he opens his arm to welcome your figure, allowing you to nestle in his embrace, next to Grace. - Uhum - he agrees, kissing your temple. - She’s smart, beautiful, caring, funny… Like her mummy.

His eyes mirror all the love that he holds inside for his two girls, the most precious things in his life. And while breathing in his scent, feeling your daughter slowly stirring in her sleep, you couldn’t feel any more at home, you couldn’t be more in love. And how amazing it is to dive into the adventures of life with your partners in crime, anxiously waiting for your family to grow even more, soon. 

[kislnd]

Please do some george dating headcannons babe 😘

dating george clarke~

tysm for the request anon!! i had a lot of fun making this, i hope you enjoy xx

-> his love language is definitely either physical touch or quality time. i feel like he would always want to be with you and would always much rather stay inside cuddled up with you over going out.

-> that probably also comes with a slight possessiveness, because he prefers to have you all to himself it would be hard for him to not feel jealous sometimes (but he would try not to show it because he would know it wasn't your fault).

-> such a gentleman - always opens every door for you, sometimes literally jogging ahead if he has too. would get so offended if you opened your own door without waiting for him.

-> absolutely does not let you do anything when you feel ill, he would insist on completing every task singlehandedly and if you try to do even the tiniest thing he would nag you to stop and would do it himself to save you any discomfort (& so you recover more quickly).

-> similarly, he knows exactly when something is wrong, like he has a sixth sense for you. always very attentive and trying to get to the bottom of the issue so it can be fixed. a very firm believer in 'a problem shared is a problem halved'.

-> i definitely think be would be the type of guy to plan dates for you so no matter how busy you are in your work or personal lives, you always have time set aside for each other.

-> loves to play with your fingers/hands, even absentmindedly. you would find him lacing his fingers into yours frequently, during conversations with others, when you're watching something, he would always want an excuse to touch you - but without inconveniencing you too much.

-> he remembers every little thing about you. sometimes it would even shock you, it could be something you had mentioned once in passing that you don't even remember, but he would know and if he could ever get anything you mentioned, he would give it to you. he might even have a note in his phone containing lists of things you like, maybe even your exact order at your favourite takeaway.

-> his camera roll is full of you - all kinds of pictures too - pictures together, candid ones of you, ones that you would really want him to delete but he doesn't because he loves them anyway.

-> he wouldn't let you be insecure for a single second, he would constantly compliment you and the moment you mention you don't feel pretty or anything like that he would immediately reassure you over and over.

-> he would text you as soon as anything reminds him of you (that's a lot of things) to let you know that he was thinking of you.

-> playful bullying - i feel like this is just in his nature and part of his humour. you could both have digs at each other without hurting each other's feelings, he would absolutely know where the line was and never would never cross it.

-> somehow manages to bring you up in every conversation with his friends to the point they tease him for being a simp. it wouldn't bother him though because he knows they're right and doesn't want to shut up about you.

-> despite teasing him, his friends and family really like you and think you are the perfect fit for george - simultaneously the female version of him but also very different to him.

-> would probably go feral like a teenage boy the second you wear anything slightly revealing, he wouldn't be able to get enough of you (this is a whole other fic i fear).

[sugardollcurse]

hi queen, i love your writing so much!! its hard to come by beatles writers nowadays 😭 anyway i was wanting to request hcs (or a oneshot if u want) of george x fem reader who is a popular singer from america and whos sort of like him in the sense that shes very quiet and loves to stay inside? ofc u dont have to but if you do, thank u!!!! hope you have a wonderful day☺️🫰

𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉

꒰ pairing ꒱ george harrison x fem!reader

꒰ contains ꒱ being famous but anti-attention together </3

꒰ summary ꒱ you're america’s shyest superstar, he was the quiet beatle.

꒰ note ꒱ thank you love!! you’re so right.. with how massive the beatles still are, i would expect there to be more writing for them!! </3

𓂃⋆ your first meeting was backstage.

You were touring the UK for the first time. Headlines called you so many great things, but you always ducked out of the spotlight the second you left the stage.

The press was obsessed with you possibly meeting the Beatles, so naturally, some label exec cooked up a photo op.

You were so overwhelmed by the noise, the flashes, the people shouting your name. And George saw it.

While John. Paul and Ringo charmed the room, George kind of… hovered at the edge. Watching you.

You finally locked eyes across the room, two introverts in a storm.

When you were introduced, you both spoke so softly the poor rep had to lean in to hear.

George did it on purpose, obviously. He could speak as loud as he wanted but didn't.

You heard each other perfectly.

𓂃⋆ you didn’t flirt the way people expected.

You weren’t bantering. You weren’t laughing too loudly.

You weren’t doing it for the cameras.

It was quieter than that.

You complimented his guitar work.

Said you liked the way he played “Boys” live better than the record version.

George blinked. "You actually listen?"

You smiled. "I only care about the music."

It was the exact thing he needed to hear.

𓂃⋆ you started spending time together in stolen minutes.

While the others went to clubs or threw hotel parties, you and George would find corners to sit in.

Literal corners.

Just cross-legged on a carpeted floor, passing a guitar between you.

“You write anything lately?” he’d ask.

You’d hum half a verse. He’d finish the line.

Neither of you would say out loud what was happening, but it was obvious.

You were falling in love like it was a secret chord progression.

𓂃⋆ george loved how low-maintenance it was with you.

You didn’t demand fancy dinners.

You didn’t push him to be louder than he was.

You didn’t mind if he didn’t talk a lot.

When you were together, it wasn’t awkward silence, it was peaceful.

You’d sit on opposite ends of the sofa reading different books, and occasionally trade glances like, I can’t believe I get to have this.

𓂃⋆ you both hated interviews.

George, famously, had zero patience for the media circus.

And even though you were famous, you wilted under too many questions.

You hated when journalists asked if you were dating anyone, or if you’d “snag a Beatle.”

Once someone asked you on live TV, “Which Beatle’s your favorite?”

You smiled and said, “The quiet one.”

𓂃⋆ you stayed "friends" for years. when you visited him at home, it was heaven.

He showed you his garden.

You called it peaceful. He said it was yours now too.

You cooked one thing and nearly burned it.

He ate it anyway.

Called it “gourmet” with a straight face.

You both sat at the window listening to records while it rained, and when the world outside got too loud, George would rest his chin on your shoulder and whisper, “S’just us, alright?”

𓂃⋆ the press didn’t know what to do with you two.

They kept trying to spin you as a “power couple”, loud, wild, flashy.

But there were no scandals.

No drunken nights.

Just grainy photos of you two sneaking out of hotels early in the morning, both in sunglasses and long coats, quietly holding hands.

𓂃⋆ he wrote songs for you. quietly. always.

He never said, “this is about you.”

But you’d know.

A little chord change that mirrored something you sang once.

A lyric about “the sound of her silence.”

You’d hear his songs and feel a weight in your chest, like someone just saw you.

𓂃⋆ george trusted you with the parts of himself he couldn’t explain.

The spiritual searching.

The feeling of not belonging to the machine.

You’d lay in bed at 2 a.m. while he talked about India, or what it meant to him to finally feel quiet inside.

You said, “You don’t owe the world an explanation.”

He said, “I don’t, but I think I owe you one.”

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Forever Healed | TUA insert

Chapter: 00

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On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989. 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Reginald Hargeeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got seven of them, yes seven.

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MARCH 21, 2019

I have to be at least somewhat proud of myself for lasting this long. I thought as I sat on the bus, not everyday you are born with magical powers and are destined to save the world from evil. Yes, hearing myself think that sounds crazy. But that's normal in my life.

I had reached my stop after a half an hour of sitting with my earbuds in, listening to nothing at all. I just wanted to seem unapproachable on the sketchy city bus.

My destination was a terribly designed office building, the space was so crammed and ugly it made me want to turn right back around and get on that bus again. But I didn't because I was trying to convince myself that this would be good for me, but I didn't believe my words.

I was about to have a therapy session with some middle-aged white lady who has glasses and tell her all of my life issues, starting every week at 5pm..

It's not like I had anything else going on, I haven't had work for days now. So I thought I'd give it a shot.

The waiting process made me anxious as hell, I finally got the courage to walk up to the front desk and gave the man who sat there my name. And now I have to wait for this lady to get done with some other patient.

I sat on a chair and frowned, like she is really going to be focused on "my" problems and not the 30 other people she sees today.

I swear it was only a second into me zoning out when I heard my name yelled. "Y/n L/n? It's so nice to meet you!" A woman said, when i looked up at her i saw the exact lady i was describing earlier to the closest details.

I let her lead me to a smaller room that looked way better than the lobby. It had two chairs, a water machine, some fidget items and a large window view of the city. Gloria, I learn to be the name of my therapist, asks me to sit with her.

She clears her throat, "I know this is our first session so you may not be the most comfortable sharing details. But I'd like to know a little bit about you if you're okay sharing."

“Well, I’m 29 years old and a home care nurse.” I say slowly. Hearing the words leave my mouth I knew I haven’t amounted to a lot in my years.

"Oh wow, 29? I would've never guessed that Y/n, you don't look a day over 21" Gloria complimented me i give her a tiny smile in return.

I'm not sure why that is, I get that a lot in my working field. Older women saying that they wished they looked as young as me.

"That's a great start for today's session." She smiles, "A little bit me is, you know my name already but I'm 56 years old since Monday. I have 3 children and a cat named Mr. Furball."

I regret what i said earlier because I think I already like Gloria and not just because of Mr. Furball. But the fact that she has a calming sense about her. I find myself listening to what she's saying, and I rarely do that with people nowadays.

"But I would like to hear more about your upbringing, how’d you become the fine young lady you are today?" She says.

Oh, she wants to hear about my childhood. I mean I knew she would ask but so soon, I'm worried about saying anything. So I told her that.

"I'm worried about opening up to someone about my past cause well I've never done it before." I said.

She hands me a cup of water. "That's okay Y/n, we can take it at your pace."

“I grew up in a small house with my mom and dad until I was twelve. When I was scouted by Reginald Hargreeves because of my unique abilities. And I've been there ever since I was 18 when I moved out to live on my own.” I waited for the burst of confusion I was about to get from Gloria. Not everyday one of the Umbrella Academy walks into your office.

“Oh wow…” she says, eyes wide. “You're one of those superheroes? That’s amazing wow.” She nervously chuckles “I’m sorry I’m normally not this shocked about things, and I hear a lot on the daily.”

“It’s okay” I say, staring at my hands.

She clears her throat. “I'm sure being apart of the Umbrella Academy was big but could you tell me about your life before that?”

I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds, pictured my childhood in my brain and opened my mouth.

"Well, I'm sure to this day my father still thinks that my mother cheated on him, due to his "daughter's" virgin Mary-like creation since they were just newlyweds. He held it against my mother all of her life." I took a sip of water and continued.

"I'm not sure why he turned to alcohol. But that turned out as you could expect. He turned on everyone around him and acted like a beast. He regularly attacked my mom for anything she did wrong. But what made him more angry was that his freak of a daughter could heal her mother, after every beating."

"My mom told me before I left I had made her so much happier and in her words. She didn't even question these strange occurrences; she knew her baby was special." I smiled a bit.

I could tell that Gloria was painting a picture in her head of what I was describing too.

"And by the age of 8, I was standing up to my father, even if it didn't end so well. I'd get the beating instead but by the next day, my bloody body would be as good as new. On the surface at least, I had lots of internal issues from that time. But none of that stopped my father from trying to get equal with me.." I stopped talking after that.

My eyes could only focus on my right hand as it was picking at my left hand's skin. It was a habit I picked up as soon as I started to use my powers because I knew my skin would be right back to normal in the next few minutes.

"That's awful y/n I'm so sorry." She frowned. "Would you be okay with continuing?"

I blink up at her. “Yes, that would be okay,” I said. “Then there was this one day..”

..

17 YEARS AGO

“In five, four, three, two. This is Jim Hellerman, reporting live for channel 2 News outside of the Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth. A group of heavily armed men stormed the bank not three hours ago and took an unknown number of hostages.”

That was the big news update of September 2002, I remember. Well I don’t really have to think about it much because I was there with my mom at the bank. She planned on making some deposit when we were screamed at, not to leave by a man who had his gun pointed at us along with so many other civilians. He taped us up and told us to stand in a corner.

That was the first and only time I feared for my life. Police didn’t want them to start shooting, so they didn’t come into the building. Meaning that we were on our own and could die at anytime

One of the armed men walks into the scene unfolding. Sirens blaring, people getting shoved around and threats being made to the innocent.

“Now you’ve put me in a position where I gotta do something I don't want to do. Hmm?” He said talking to another person on his walkie talkie.

My mom brought me closer to her trying to use her body as a shield if things went south. And to us we thought they were about to be.

But strangely, a girl walked up to the man. She’d looked to be around my age in a school uniform and cartoon mask. Her loose curls bounced in the wind as she skipped up to him.

“Shit!” He screams putting his device down. Not noticing the girl until a few seconds after his outburst. “Hey, get back with the others.” He told her, trying to sound intimidating but she didn’t seem to fear him at all.

“I heard a rumor.” She spoke out.

He bent a little to reach her height and get in her face. “What? What did you say?”

She leaned in and cupped her hand to mimic whispering in his ear but loud enough for all of us to hear. “I heard a rumor that you shot your friend in the foot.”

Without any hesitation he did what she commanded and shot the nearest armed man who happened to be trying to rough up my mom. We screamed as he kept shooting.

“We just heard shots from inside the bank. It’s uncertain if any hostages have been harmed in that.”

“There’s some movement on the roof. Possibly law enforcement.”

A loud crash and a boy landed down from the roof. It was crazy he wasn’t harmed at all from that high distance. He was also wearing the same mask and uniform as the girl but he had blond hair. From where he landed he jumped on one of the robbers and started beating him to a pulp, and then throwing him out a glass window.

“Looks like one of the armed robbers had been thrown from the bank.”

Another boy with brown hair runs in from the opposite doors as the girl and yells. “Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives.” He then threw one of his knives and it curved in the air hitting a robber no where close to where the knife had originally been heading. It was incredible.

“I've been in many hostage situations like this, and it can escalate very quickly.”

The original man hops on a table pointing his gun out at the two of the before seen children plus another one. “Get back you freaks” he says walking back and forth in fear.

“Hey, be careful up there, buddy.” The knife boy calls out.

“Get back now!” The man screams.

“Yeah, I wouldn't want you to get hurt.” The girls mocking voice says.

Right before my eyes another boy teleports behind the man, sitting criss-cross on the table. “Or what?” He said calmly.

The man turns around and shoots at him but before the bullets could hit he teleports again. This time standing up with his arms crossed, clearly not impressed. But the man tries to shoot again.

“Ooh! That’s one badass stapler!” The boy laughs. The man no longer had a gun anymore but a stapler placed in his hand by the kid instead. The boy shoves the stapler into his face and the big man falls back, head hitting the floor before his body does.

“Although there’s been no activity for a few minutes, we’re gonna stay live on location to make sure we don’t miss a thing. In this hostage situation at the Capital West bank.”

The five already counted for children make way for the last and shortest one to make his move. “Do we really need to do this?” He talks quietly.

The blonde one replies to him. “Come on, Ben. There’s more guys in the vault.” So his name was Ben huh?

Ben sighs, “I didn't sign up for this.” Before walking into the room with more people. Large black tendrils illuminated the room as men screaming could be heard behind the door. And a beast roars but then the sound stops and Ben walks out again, this time covered in blood and guts.

He breathes heavily. “Can we go home now?” I felt bad for him.

The kids untied our hands and told us to run. And once it was clear to go my mom started to run out of the doors thinking I was right behind her.

“Now we see the hostages. They— They’re free. They’re scared clearly but they do seem to be unharmed.”

But I was behind her trying to help this older woman who’d slipped on the floor. As I was helping her, the kids walked out too.

“People are coming out now. It’s not the armed robbers. These are schoolchildren in uniforms with masks on. Jim Hellerman, Channel 2 News.”

But there was one not accounted for robber, the one from earlier who had been shot in the foot. I started to run out and call out to my mom who was outside. When the man got up from the floor, cocked his gun and shot at the kids.

Fortunately, he missed them but the bullet hit me.

Questions being asked to the children stopped when they saw my body flail onto the floor outside of the bank doors. I was shot right in the chest. There was blood everywhere and it started to leak over to where the kids were standing. They turned around to see where it was coming from..

Everyone looked horrified and there was a bunch of screaming. Mainly from my mother who was wailing as she ran over to hold me to her chest screaming for me to wake up. And that will be engraved in my memory forever after this day, I never wanted to hear her like this ever again.

Police started to rush over but in a matter of minutes, a miracle seemed to happen. At least to the city that is. There was a yellowish glow around my chest and the blood seemed to have reversed back into my body. Even the stains on my blue dress were gone. The bullet even spit out of my chest; it was truly witchcraft.

My eyes then shot open as I started to breathe in and out.

I don't exactly remember what I felt during those moments but I'm sure I left those people around me stunned. After all this was their first look at powers.

I couldn't care what the paramedics were talking about above my body. I was focused on the 6 children looking at me bewildered as well as the old-looking man with them and whatever my mom was saying at the time.

I was put on a stretcher and rushed to a hospital for evaluations after the pandemics came but they never found anything. It was like everything was perfectly reattached.

But as I was leaving I could see the news reporters zeroing in on the kids trying to get the details on how these children saved the bank from thievery.

“Our world is changing.” The man spoke to the crowd. “Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary.” He said looking back at the children. But they weren’t paying attention, some were staring at my ambulance and some eyes were on the ground.

“I have adopted seven such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.”

I now realize thinking back, the seventh person he was talking about was me..

..

PRESENT DAY

My mouth felt like it was moving faster than my brain so I took a pause and chugged the rest of my water cup.

Once again Glorias eyes were wide open. As she took some notes down in a notebook I never noticed beyond this point.

"Uh once I got home I remember the house phone noise filled my house with its nonstop ring, the other person on the phone would change my life forever when he came in.”

“And who was that person?" Gloria asked.

"Reginald Hargeeves, eccentric billionaire and caring father from what the public knew.." I rolled my eyes.

"So I'm guessing it wasn't really like that" she asked carefully.

"He was never a father really, more like a hard state-national basketball coach." She wrote that down.

"I guess it was a hard decision for my parents to make well, my mother. My father was ready to give me up as soon as Reginald stepped foot in my small house."

"And I'm sure they thought there was nothing bad about the offer they were given, he promised I'd be raised in a steady environment with the best schooling and my powers would be used for the greater good. And in exchange, my parents would get a large sum of money for my absence."

"What were you doing during this?" Gloria worried.

"I think I was just sitting right there next to my mom actually. I definitely didn't understand at that point what was happening to me. Still thinking about the events of that day.”

"And then I was being taken out of my only home in the blink of an eye. I resisted the people taking me, starting with screaming and then kicking and then running. Back to my mom's arms, Reginald himself had to pull me away from her. The deal had already been struck and there was no taking me back."

Now looking back at my hands I could only see small teardrops on my palms. Gloria reached for a tissue from the other side of the room. "Thank you," I said as I wiped my eyes.

"I like to think that my mom was upset that day but the memory has already started to fade as I reached adulthood.

You know after that day I was no longer 'Y/n L/n' no, I was known by my new name.. Zero Hargeeves."

..

I decided that was the end of my story, at least for now because I couldn't place the pieces together anymore. I was full-on sobbing at that point.

Gloria decided to bring up something more light to talk about next but I don't remember what it was because I'd zoned out and thought about the cat she'd told me about earlier.

The two hours seemed to fly by because the last thing I heard her say was if I didn't have anything else to talk about then that would be the end of the session. My legs seemed to move on their own as I walked out of that building. I would come back at the same time next week and honestly, I think therapy was for the best. I forgot about how I felt about all these things for the longest time.

I started the journey back to the bus stop, stopping to look in the windows of shops.

Shops like bakeries and bookstores and other things like that. Until I came to a stop in front of a store with a TV sticking out in the window.

My eyes scanned the screen and they went wide. The lady on the news had a somber expression as someone died. I was feeling sad for the person's family, but then I read the red-blaring headline.

The person who died was Reginald Hargeeves...

...

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Them as Your Significant Other

om!bros x gn!reader

lucifer, mammon, leviathan

All of these will be both here and on my Tiktok! While it's not the exact same, it's much more wordy than tiktok. i have more room here, lol. please enjoy!

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Lucifer

- he's certainly very put together in your relationship. He knows he's busy; often with paperwork, meetings, or having to discipline his brothers every now and then. Even so, he tries his very best to make time for you, not caring if he's under pressure, stressed out, or sore.

- it's no doubt that due to his busy work, romanic dates, where it's just the two of you, are a scarce element of your relationship. it's not that he hates them, don't get him wrong, he'd love to spend time with you! it's just that he's extremely busy. but when the time does come for a date, you know you'll have a great time when he texts you to get ready on a Saturday evening.

- when it comes to cuddles, he believed it was a silly concept. little did he know, he'd end up loving them when he got closer to you. he'd never cuddle during the day, only at night where he can have you all to himself. he knows his brothers are either asleep or they wont come out their rooms for the remainder of the night, so he can cuddle you uninterrupted. he loves holding you close to him, your head resting on his chest. you can hear his heart beating as you ramble about your day to him. <3

- he loves calling you names such as 'Dearest' or 'My Love.' he wants you to know how much you mean to him, even if it's just something as simple as him calling your name.

- when you give him gifts, he's very grateful. he may act a bit nonchalant towards them, trying to keep is stoic exterior; in reality, he's beyond happy with what you gifted him! The simplest letter he'll read over a thousand times, and the most pointless item will sit on his desk, anyone who dared touch it (except you ofc <3) would have to face him directly. he has a drawer EXCLUSIVELY for the gifts you give to him!

- his love language is words of affirmation. he loves whispering sweet nothings into your ear from time to time or complimenting how beautiful/handsome his beloved is that morning. <3

Mammon

- if there's one thing about Mammon, it's that he'll no doubt try to make the relationship between the two of you as fun as he possibly can. he tries his very best to understand you better than anyone because "he's your first everything." he always knows if you're upset because for some reason he's developed an 8th sense specifically for you. he hates seeing you upset and always wants a smile on your face.

- dates are every week or every other week. where does he get the money? don't ask him that; you know you won't get an answer out of it. he loves taking you to new and fun places where the two of you can run wild. carnivals, amusement parks, water parks, anywhere he can get his hands on tickets for the two of you, he'll most definitely take you.

- he doesn't really call you nicknames. every so often he'll call you "mine." but that's really it. but when he does, he'll call you 'Baby,' 'Babe,' or any other nickname he knows will make you cringe. he loves bothering you.

- cuddles? yes. kisses? definitely. he's very clingy towards you, especially when you're around other demons or men in general. he's always holding your hand, next to you, or when in private, cuddling you like his life depends on it. he loves cuddling you from behind, wrapping his arms around you. on some days, he loves when you spoon him and play in his hair. <3 he's always constantly reminding you that you belong to him and him only.

- this man LOVES when he gets gifts, that's not a shock to anyone. but when it's from you.. he's a whole other demon. he'll pretend like he doesn't care (to keep his 'tough guy' persona up) but on the inside he's squealing and jumping up and down like a teenage girl. he'd always try to get you something in return, even if it wasn't the most expensive thing. the things you give, to him, are more valuable than any amount of money.

- his love languages are physical touch and acts of service. he's always around you, constantly showing you affection. this man would fly to the ends of the Devildom just to see you. he loves you more than you can imagine. <3

Leviathan

- although the two of you made it official you'd be in a relationship, Levi still cannot wrap his head around the concept. I mean, him: a totally lame, shut-in-Otaku, dating you, the most beautiful being he'd ever seen in his many years of living. he's still really awkward and feels like he doesn't deserve someone as amazing as you! while he is awkward in the first stages, he tries his best to make sure you're comfortable and having fun.

- now that he has a romantic partner, he has someone to go on dates with! of course, he thinks everything he's into is too 'nerdy' for someone like you; but if you tell him you're interested he'd be over the moon! he loves taking you to conventions, concerts, stores, and on one of those days, the two of you will just chill in his room. he always makes sure to tell you how grateful he is to hang out with you.

- Levi isn't the type to give nicknames, he's too embarrassed about it. he'd go all red and starts stuttering trying to even mutter the word 'babe' or 'love' or any other names Normies call each other. but when you give him one, he turns every shade of red you can think of.

- his bed isn't the most ideal for most, but he tries to make it comfortable for you at least. he'll make sure to order the fluffiest pillows and the most comfortable blankets just so you can be comfortable while cuddling or sleeping with him. sometimes you'll sleep on top of him while he plays on his phone or he'll lay his head in your lap while he games. either way, he loves being around you.

- sometimes you'll be out and see something that reminds you of Levi, so of course you have to get it for him! Rather it's a figurine, a drawing, or something as small as a keychain, he'll cherish it for as long as he lives.

- his love languages are receiving gifts and quality time. he understands thats you may be upset or busy sometimes and wants to be alone, he does too, but he wants to be by your side forever and always <3