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FICMAS #7â WHATâS YOUR TYPE? / theodore nott
december 22nd
theodore nott x fem reader
summary: theo is smart, but heâs an idiot when it comes to taking hints. sometimes, you have to just give it to him.
warnings: smut, unprotected piv, oral m!receiving, google translated italian (sorry in advance)
words: 2.7k
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Theo had this way of existingâeffortless, detached, like gravity bent to his whims. He lounged against the headboard, a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke curling upward in lazy spirals. You were convinced he didnât even like smoking; he just enjoyed the ritual, the way it made his hands look purposeful.
The dorm was dim, the only light spilling from the bedside lamps. Everyone else was sprawled across the furniture, engaged in half-hearted conversations about Quidditch or the latest rumors circulating the castle. But your focus was locked on Theo. Always Theo.
âWhatâs that look for?â he asked, his lips curving into a smirk as he caught your gaze. His voice was low, teasing, pulling at some invisible thread in your chest.
âWhat look?â you shot back, tilting your head and feigning innocence.
He chuckled, a sound that sent warmth pooling in your stomach. He took a drag of his cigarette and passed it to you without a word. You accepted it, your fingers brushing his. The fleeting contact sent a shiver down your spine, but you masked it with a casual exhale of smoke.
âSo, whatâs the topic tonight?â you asked, your tone light.
Theo raised an eyebrow. âDefine âtopic.ââ
âI mean, what bullshit are we debating? Everyoneâs always got something to say about something.â
He glanced around the room, noting the fragmented conversations, before turning back to you. âI think weâre safe to create our own.â
âFine,â you said, handing the cigarette back to him. âWhatâs your type?â
Theo blinked, caught off guard. âMy type?â
âYeah. You know, what you look for in someone. Or are you too much of a brooding intellectual to care about such trivial matters?â
His smirk returned, sharper this time. âIâll have you know Iâm very discerning.â
âOh, Iâm sure,â you said, rolling your eyes. âBut seriously, I want to know.â
He hesitated, the cigarette poised between his lips. âI donât know. I guess someone who can hold their own. Smart, independent. Doesnât take my shit.â
You snorted. âSo, basically, someone whoâs not a doormat.â
âPretty much,â he admitted, shrugging. âWhat about you? Whatâs your type?â
You took a moment, pretending to ponder, even though the answer was sitting right next to you. âIâve always thought intelligence is sexy. Like, really sexy. Bonus points if they speak another language.â
Theo glanced at you, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. âOh, yeah? Whatâs so great about that?â
âItâs just impressive,â you said, leaning forward slightly. âShows effort, you know? AndâŠâ You trailed off, letting the tension hang for a beat. âIâve always been a sucker for blue eyes.â
His expression didnât shift, but you could see the gears turning in his head. âInteresting.â
âIsnât it?â you replied, your tone light but your gaze steady. He didnât look away, and for a moment, you thought he might finally connect the dots. Instead, he leaned back, as if dismissing the comment entirely.
âWhat about personality?â he asked, like you hadnât just described him to a T.
You sighed, exasperated. âTheo.â
âWhat?â he said, his voice full of feigned innocence.
âFor fuckâs sake,â you muttered, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to his feet. The room barely registered the two of you leaving; everyone else was too absorbed in their own conversations.
Theo followed you into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you. âCare to explain whatâs going on?â
You turned to face him, your back against the door. âYouâre supposed to be smart.â
âI am smart,â he said, crossing his arms.
âThen why are you so bloody dense?â you asked, stepping closer. He didnât move, his eyes fixed on yours, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âAm I?â he asked, his voice dropping an octave.
âOh, you absolutely are,â you said, your hands finding the front of his shirt. âBut I think I can help with that.â
The realization finally dawned on him, and his smirk widened. âWell, by all means, love. Enlighten me.â
You didnât bother with a reply. Instead, you tugged him down by his collar and crashed your lips against his. Theo responded immediately, his hands bracing on your hips as he pressed you back against the door. The kiss was heated, messy, all teeth and desperation. Youâd been waiting for this, and judging by the way his grip tightened, so had he.
âYouâre insufferable,â you murmured against his lips, your fingers tangling in his hair.
âAnd yet youâre all over me,â he shot back, his tone smug. Before you could retort, his mouth was on yours again, silencing any comeback you might have had.
Your hands moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head. Theo barely gave you a moment to breathe before he was on you again, his lips trailing down your jaw to the sensitive spot just below your ear. You gasped, your head tipping back against the door.
âI think I like it when youâre annoyed,â he murmured, his voice rough.
âShut up,â you managed, but the words lacked any real venom. Your hands roamed over his chest, mapping out the planes of muscle and the scatter of freckles across his skin. He was impossibly warm, and you couldnât get enough.
Theoâs hands slipped beneath your shirt, his fingers skimming over your bare skin. You shivered at the contact, your breath hitching as he pulled the fabric up and off. His gaze darkened as he took you in, his lips parting slightly.
âFuck,â he muttered, his hands settling on your waist. âCosĂŹ dannatamente carino.â (So fucking pretty.)
Heat bloomed in your cheeks, but you didnât have time to feel self-conscious. Theoâs mouth was on you again, his kisses trailing down your neck and across your collarbone. Every touch, every movement felt like fire, and you couldnât get enough of him.
âTheo,â you breathed, your fingers clutching at his shoulders. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes burning with intent.
Theo didnât hesitate this time. His lips found yours again, hot and desperate, his hands roaming up your sides and pulling you against him like he needed you closer just to breathe. The counter dug into your back, but you didnât care, not when his kisses were this consuming, his tongue brushing yours and leaving your head spinning.
But youâd waited long enough for him to figure this out, and patience wasnât exactly your strong suit. You broke the kiss, your lips brushing his as you whispered, âWhyâd it take so long for you to figure this one out, hm?â
His smirk reappeared, lazy and infuriating as his hands settled on your hips. âMaybe I just like taking my time.â
You huffed, turning him around so his back was now pressed against the counter. âThen let me spell it out for you,â you said, your fingers already moving to the buckle of his belt.
Theoâs breath hitched, his smirk faltering as you pulled the leather strap free and let it fall to the floor with a soft clink. Your fingers worked quickly, unfastening the button and zipper of his trousers, and when you pushed them down his hips, the tent in his boxers told you everything you needed to know.
âFuck,â he muttered, his hands gripping the edge of the counter behind him as he stared down at you. âYouâre not messing around, are you?â
âNot in the slightest,â you said, dropping to your knees in front of him.
You tugged his boxers down, and his cock sprang free, hard and flushed and already leaking at the tip. Theo let out a sharp exhale, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the counter harder. You glanced up at him, meeting his eyes as you wrapped a hand around him, giving a slow, deliberate stroke.
âStill confused?â you asked, smirking when his hips twitched at your touch.
âNot even a little,â he said, his voice rough and tight.
You didnât give him time to say more. Leaning in, you flicked your tongue over the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum there before taking him into your mouth. The groan that tore from his throat was low and guttural, his head tipping back to rest against the mirror.
âFuck,â he hissed, his fingers tangling in your hair as you took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks. âYouâre gonna be the death of me.â
You hummed around him in response, the vibrations drawing another string of curses from his lips. Your hand worked the base of his cock in tandem with your mouth, your pace slow at first, teasing, before you gradually increased the intensity. His breathing grew heavier, his hips jerking slightly as you set a rhythm that had him unraveling beneath your touch.
âShit,â he groaned, his voice breaking on the word. âYouâGod, youâre so fucking good at this.â
His praise spurred you on, your free hand sliding up his thigh to steady him as you took him deeper. He was losing control, his grip in your hair tightening, his moans turning into something desperate and raw.
âFuckââ His hips bucked as his head fell forward, and he looked down at you with wide, blown pupils. âIâmâshit, Iâm close.â
You didnât stop. If anything, you doubled down, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock as you took him all the way to the back of your throat. That was all it took. With a sharp cry, his body tensed, and he spilled into your mouth, a broken groan tearing from his lips as he came undone.
You swallowed, pulling back slowly and wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand. Theoâs chest was heaving, his hair a tousled mess as he leaned heavily against the counter, staring down at you like youâd just knocked the wind out of him.
âHoly fuck,â he muttered, running a hand through his damp hair. âYouâre insane.â
You stood, smirking as you leaned in close, your lips brushing his ear. âTook you long enough to figure it out.â
He grabbed your hips in one quick motion, lifting you onto the counter like you weighed nothing. âOh, Iâve figured it out now,â he murmured, his voice still rough, but his smirk returning full force. âBut Iâm not nearly done with you yet.â
Theoâs hands gripped your waist as he pulled you flush against him, his mouth crashing into yours. The kiss was frantic, his tongue brushing against yours as he poured every ounce of leftover tension into it. His hands wandered, sliding up your bare back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine before tangling in your hair to tilt your head back. Â
âYouâre too fucking good at this,â he muttered against your lips, his voice low and thick. âDo you have any idea what you do to me?â Â
âMaybe,â you teased, your voice breathless as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. Â
He chuckled darkly, nipping at the corner of your jaw before trailing kisses down the column of your neck. âYou think youâre so clever, donât you?â Â
âPretty sure I am,â you quipped, your hands threading through his hair. Â
Theo groaned, his lips dragging over your collarbone. His hands skimmed your sides, his thumbs brushing under the waistband of your jeans. âWeâll see how clever you are when youâre begging me to let you cum.â Â
Before you could retort, he lifted and spun you around in one swift motion, your palms landing on the counter as he pressed your hips into the sink. You gasped, his chest flush against your back as he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. Â
âGuarda te stessa,â he murmured, his tone dripping with sin. (Look at yourself.)Â Â
Your gaze lifted to the mirror, meeting your reflection. Your hair was disheveled, lips swollen from his kisses, chest rising and falling rapidly. Behind you, Theo was watching you with hooded eyes, his hair mussed and his pupils blown with lust. Â
âSei bellissima cosĂŹ,â he said, his hands sliding down to unbutton your jeans. (Youâre so beautiful like this.)Â Â
He pushed the denim down your legs, letting it pool at your ankles, and you kicked them off the rest of the way. His hands found your hips again, sliding over the curve of your ass as his lips pressed to your neck. Â
âYouâre already so worked up,â he murmured, his fingers slipping between your thighs to brush over the damp fabric of your panties. âFuck, youâre soaking.â Â
âDo something about it, then,â you shot back, your voice shaking slightly. Â
Theo grinned, his fingers curling into the waistband of your underwear. âImpatient, arenât we?â He dragged them down slowly, letting them join your jeans on the floor. Â
His hand slid between your legs again, this time bare against your skin, and you gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, his touch teasing and deliberate. Â
âCosĂŹ stretto,â he muttered, his breath hot against your ear. (So tight.)Â Â
You whimpered, pressing your hips back against him as he added a second finger, curling them just right. His other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as he worked you open with slow, calculated strokes. Â
âMerda, sei perfetta,â he said, his voice rough. (Fuck, youâre perfect.)Â Â
You moaned, your head tipping forward, but he clicked his tongue, his hand moving to your chin to tilt your face back up. Â
âGuarda il specchio,â he ordered. âVoglio vederti quando vengo dentro di te.â (Look in the mirror. I want to see you when I come inside you.)Â Â
Sure, you didnât understand a word of what he was saying, but fuck, you couldnât get enough of him talking to you like that. You didnât fight against his hand, meeting his intense gaze in the mirror. Â
Theo pulled his fingers away, and you heard the rustle of fabric as he kicked his trousers the rest of the way off. A moment later, his hands were on your hips again, guiding you back against him. You felt the head of his cock brush against your entrance, and he groaned, low and guttural, as he pushed inside. Â
âFucking hell,â he muttered, his grip tightening as he bottomed out. âYou feel incredible.â Â
Your hands braced against the counter as he began to move, slow and deliberate at first, his hips rolling against yours in a rhythm that made your knees weak. He muttered something in Italian, his voice low and breathless, but you couldnât make it out over the sound of your own moans. Â
âChe puttana carina,â he said, his teeth grazing your shoulder as he snapped his hips harder. (What a pretty little slut.)Â Â
You gasped, the words only spurring you on as you pushed back against him, meeting each thrust. Â
âIs this what you wanted?â he asked, his voice rough and teasing. âTo be fucked like this?â Â
âYes,â you managed to say, your voice breaking as he hit a spot that had you seeing stars. Â
âGood girl,â he murmured, his hand sliding up to grip the back of your neck, holding you in place. âTake it all, bella. Sei mia.â (Youâre mine.)Â Â
His thrusts grew faster, harder, and the bathroom filled with the sound of skin against skin, mingled with your moans and his curses in both English and Italian. You caught snippets of his wordsââcosĂŹ strettaâ, âtroppo perfettaâ, âdammi tuttoââand each one sent a new wave of heat coursing through you.  (so tight, too perfect, give me everything)
Your legs trembled as the pressure built, your release teetering just out of reach. Theo seemed to sense it, one hand slipping between your thighs to circle your clit as he drove into you. Â
âCome for me,â he murmured, his voice raw. âLet me feel you.â Â
His words sent you over the edge, your body shattering around him as a cry tore from your throat. Theo groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed you moments later, spilling into you with a shuddering moan. Â
For a moment, the only sound was your heavy breathing, the two of you leaning against the counter, spent and satisfied. Theo pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his tongue swirling over the skin and his hands roaming over your waist as he caught his breath. Â
âYouâre my type,â he muttered, his voice still rough but laced with affection. Â
You smirked, meeting his gaze in the mirror. âYeah, I fuckinâ better be.â
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pas de deux- w. maximoff
summary: who knew a four year old could be your wingman
pairing: rich!wanda x r
a/n: hi beautiful ppl! second part of dc is here! i have nothing to say except we love valerie
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itâs been two weeks since the word spill incidentâ as your friend likes to call it. two weeks since wanda maximoff has occupied your mind like an uninvited guest you canât get rid of. two weeks of face-palming yourself after replaying the conversation you two had at the bar.
your friend definitely hasnât let you live it down either. you two were on a call a few days ago where she decided it was the perfect time to remind you that you were an idiot and how you practically told wanda that her organization was terrible and didnât serve a true purposeâ and she was right.
part of you wishes you could find a way to reach out to her to apologize and make amends, but the other part of you feels sheâs already forgotten about you and your foolish remarks. maybe that was the truthâ maybe wanda had already forgotten about you.
you shake off the overwhelming thoughts and take in a deep breath before you exit your car with the bouquet of pink flowers from the passenger seat. tonight wasnât about you or your overthinkingâ it was about your niece. valerie had been begging you to come to her ballet recital for weeks, and how could you say no to the curly haired girl with big brown eyes and an overly convincing pout?
so, here you were for the little girl with a bouquet just about the same size as her.
you werenât much of a ballet or theater kid growing up, but your niece had a true love for the stageâ the dramatics of it all and who were you to not support her? her enthusiasm for the art had been unexpected, but you couldnât help but admire her for it.
your niece is the light of your life and you often find yourself always agreeing to whatever she asks. she has you wrapped around her tiny finger, not that you mind.
the auditorium is buzzing with chatter and excitement as you get in line alongside parents to enter the theater. you glance around and smile softly while holding the flowers closeâ this isnât your crowd, but the reminder that itâs for your niece is what pushes you through.
while the line inches forward, you put your phone on do not disturb. heels click behind you as you replay the last time you came to her performance. you donât pay mind to the sound thatâs getting closer until you feel a soft tap on your left shoulder.
you turn around and low and behold is the woman whoâs lived in your mind for the past two weeks, wanda.
your eyes widen just the slightest bit and wanda grins at your surprised expression. âand here i was thinking iâd never see you again,â she says, light laughter filling the air between you two.
you blush almost instantly and smile widely at her, âwanda! hi, how are you? what are you doing here?â
wanda subtly looks you over, admiring your casually put together outfit, âiâm better now that iâm seeing you,â you try to hide an even deeper blush, âthis is one of the schools that my company sponsorsâ we help out with the after school programs. i wanted to come out and see the recital.â
wanda speaks with pride, something youâve grown to admire about herâher genuine love for what she does. maybe you were wrong in doubting her and her company.
wanda looks down to the flowers in your hands and tilts her head in curiosity, âdo you always carry around bouquets this big or is there someone special here tonight?â
âmy niece is performing, i promised her iâd be here. sheâs the only one who can boss me around and get away with it.â you gesture to the pink flowers in your hand and laugh a bit.
nodding along with a warm grin, she admires the flowers, âthatâs really sweet. not everyone gets an adult like that in their lives.â
nodding to her statement as the line moves forward into the seating area and you turn to wanda, âyou could sit with me if youâd like.â
you try to extend an olive branch to the businesswoman, the soft look in your eyes is making it impossible for wanda to say no.
âif thatâs alright with you,â she follows alongside you to a seat in the middle of the auditorium.
what wanda didnât tell you is that she normally has a specific reserved spot during these events in case she has to leave earlier than expected.
but sitting with you seems much nicer.
as the house lights begin to dim, wanda leans over and gestures to the flowers. âhere, let me hold them and iâll hand them back when you need them.â
you smile gratefully and hand them over to wanda with a soft thank you.
the classical track plays on the speakers and you can see the small children with their tutus filing in stage. your niece isnât hard to spot, fourth from the right. you beam with pride as she spots you in the audience after scanning up and down for her aunt. wanda gazes at you with a flicker of admiration as you clap and cheer for the little girl who is dancing.
âthere she is. that oneâs mine, valerie,â you point to the small brunette with the slightly crooked bun and impossibly large grin plastered on her face.
she follows your direction, then turning back to you. wandaâs gaze lingersâ not on your niece, but on you. thereâs something in the way you light up when you watch the little girl that catches wanda off guard.
âbeautiful.â she murmurs, so low you barely catch what she says.
perhaps wanda was foolish to think that of you already. maybe this is the reason she always finds herself in relationships with people who never truly see her for who she isâ just what she can bring to the table.
or maybe itâs the way you treat wanda like a person worth getting to know that has her gravitating towards you. the way you lit up for your niece caught wanda off guard. she couldnât remember the last time her heart rate sped up that fast at the sight of someoneâs smile.
as the show comes to a close, the small children bow and wave to their respective adults. you turn to wanda with a laugh, âthose kids are so much more entertaining than an actual professional dancers.â
wanda nods along with a chuckle, standing up with the bouquet, âoh, i absolutely agree. should we go find her?â
you nod and stand up after wanda, âyes please,â you tilt your head with a subtle teasing grin at wanda, âwould you like to meet her?â
wandaâs heart beats a bit faster and she finds herself agreeing before she can even consider saying no. the softness in your voice and the way you tilt your head makes it hard to decline. so you two stand in the foyer as she holds the flowers while you scan for your niece.
the little girl comes out with a grin that almost covers her whole face, âauntie!â the little girl jumps into your arms and hugs you.
wanda observes the scene in front of her with loving eyes, the scene rich. sheâs holding the flowers with a firm grip, like someone would come by and snatch them from her. why is she nervous to meet a four year old?
she has no idea, but she does know that her heart is racing.
maybe sheâs already found herself in too deep way too early.
the little girl turns to wanda with a shy expression, giving a nervous wave as you introduce wanda to her.
âthis is wanda,â you gesture to the taller woman next to you, âsheâs our friend.â
wanda crouches down to your nieceâs height with a friendly smile, âhi miss valerie,â she says softly, âyou did amazing! you were the true star of the show.â
that won your niece over. she giggles and begins blabbering to wanda about how much she practiced and enjoyed getting ready. wanda is actively listening and conversing with the small girl, giving her complete attention to the tiny ballerina. it surprises you how easily the two have fallen into a comfortable conversation.
wandaâs eyes meet yours for the briefest of moments and you two smile warmly. thereâs something unspoken thereâ something warm and genuine that lingers between the two of you.
your niece grabs wandaâs hand, âare you coming with us to dinner?â her big brown eyes looking up at wanda with a small pleading expression.
wanda hesitates for a second and looks over to you with a nervous look, while you laugh at the scene in front of you. âi told you sheâs hard to say no to.â
the three of you arrive to a italian restaurant and wanda holds the door open for you two, her hand on the small of your back as she ushers you two inside while you hold the tiny girlâs hand. youâre sat in a booth, wanda across from the two of you who is enjoying talking to your niece about her favorite class and four year old drama.
âsheâs normally a super shy kid,â you whisper to wanda in awe as the little girl is momentarily distracted with a breadstick.
wanda watches the little girl with a warm look in her eye then turns to you, âsheâs like her aunt, hard to resist.â
you chuckle and playfully roll your eyes, turning back to the little girl to fix the small curls that have popped out of her bun. the warmth in wandaâs words make your heart flutter.
you three eat over a family style italian meal and when the waitress comes back to ask if youâd like dessert, you go to say noâ but wanda turns to valerie with a sneaky grin.
âval, you want some cake?â wanda has a playful smirk. valerieâs eyes light up and she nods enthusiastically, the fallen out curls moving with her.
you turn to wanda with mock seriousness, âwanda, youâre spoiling her.â
immediately and with an almost flirtatious tone, wanda quips, âonly fair if i spoil you too, donât you think?â
that stumps you. you blush slightly and try to play it off by looking elsewhere, but the teasing smirk on wandaâs face tells you that she noticed the flush.
after dessert, your niece falls asleep on your lap while you converse with wanda.
âshe really likes you,â you say to wanda quietly as you look down to the brown haired girl in your lap, âiâm surprised she warmed up to you so quickly.â
a blush forms on wandaâs face, ever so faint that you almost miss itâ almost.
âand her aunt? what about her?â
wandaâs low questioning tone brings a heat up to your cheeks that you so desperately wish wanda canât see. the question catches you off guard, but you force yourself to meet wandaâs gaze, âmaybe,â you say with a smirk, but your voice came out much softer thank intended.
thereâs something in the way the two of you look at each otherâ something beyond whatever it is you two thought you had.
the waitress comes back with the check and you reach to your purse for your wallet, but wanda beats you to it and hands the check back to the waitress before you can even protest.
you look at wanda and speak with an exasperated sigh, âwhy did you pay? i was going to.â you partly feel guilty that wanda paid when it felt that you were the one who dragged her along.
wanda shrugs with nonchalance as she starts cleaning the table, âwhy not? you deserve a night out and so does the baby.â
wandaâs nonchalance and the way sheâs taking charge surprises you, but youâre not hating it. thereâs something comforting in the way sheâs taking care of the two of you.
you still feel partly guilty and begin to help wanda pick up the table, âis there anything i can do to pay you back? i feel bad that we dragged you out with us, iâm sure you had other plans.â
wanda laughs and waves her hand dismissively, âyou didnât drag me, i chose to come with. and as for paying me back..â
wanda has a look in her eyes that only spells trouble and it makes you nervous, âmy company is having a dinner next month. would you like to be my plus one?â
youâre caught off guard but just as you go to respond, the waitress comes back with the receipt.
âyour daughter is the cutest thing, you two must be so proud. have a great night!â the waitress picks up the plates and moves on before you can ever correct her.
you look over at wanda and laugh a little bit, âsorry.â you pick up the sleeping girl in your arms and the two of you walk out to your respective cars.
wanda walks you to your car with a light hand behind your back, making sure you carry valerie safely as she checks the road for cars. the streetlights cast a soft glow over the parking lot, wandaâs protective instincts surprising you in the best way.
just as you two stop in front of your car, your niece wakes up and realizes itâs time to go.
âis auntie wanda leaving us now?â her tiny voice laced with tiredness as she reaches for wanda.
wanda is caught off guard with valerieâs words but works quickly to grab the little girl whose tiny hands are grabbing for her, âyeah, honey, iâm taking off. maybe if your auntie is sweet enough, we can go out to eat again.â
wanda takes a peek at you from behind valerieâs head with a playful pout. you nod softly to her silent request to see each other again. you admire the scene in front of you, the way wandaâs rocking the little girl in her arms and gazing at the four year old with pure joy.
wanda works quickly to get valerie in her car seat that is in the backseat of your car before she wakes up again.
she turns to you with a new look in her eyes, something comforting and touching. âsheâs the sweetest thing, you know that? a lot like you.â
you giggle and roll your eyes, âwhatever you say, wanda.â
you lean on your car and eye wanda as she pulls out her phone from her back pocket, âi meant what i said in there,â she gestures back to the restaurant, âi want you to come to the dinner with me. i promise it wonât be like the last time.â
at the mention of the past event, you groan as you put your phone number into her phone, âstop bringing it up.â
wanda laughs, a sound you are growing to love. âseriously though. i want you there with me.â
the way she says it, the way she looks at you with soft eyes, it all makes you giddy inside.
âiâll see you,â wanda says as she puts her phone back into her pocket, giving you a warm smile before she turns back to begin walking to her car.
you watch wanda leave to her car from inside your own with a grin. just before you take off, you can hear your little girl from the back, âauntie, your girlfriend is really nice. i like her.â
you roll your eyes but canât hide your smile. you mentally thank valerie for convincing wanda to come to dinner with you two.
âsheâs not my girlfriend, val,â you laugh at your nieceâs assumption that you and wanda were dating.
she lets out a soft yawn and holds one of her stuffed animals close to her chest as she sits in your backseat, âbut she could be.â
looking in your rear view mirror at your niece, you canât help but be surprised at her words. how could a four year old possibly know about this stuff? you fight the urge to press your niece further about her knowledge, but decide against it.
arriving home, you carefully pull your niece out of her car seat and take her to your bed to sleep until her parents pick her up later. you press a small kiss to her forehead and let out a soft sigh at the memory of the conversation in the car.
staring at wandaâs contact as you sit on the couch, you canât help but replay the dayâs events over and over. the way she was gentle with valerie, the way she looked at you and took care of the both of you, and the small bashful smile she had when she asked you to be her plus one.
you type and erase several different messages until you decide on a fairly simple one to send to wanda.
thank you for tonight. valerie really likes you
you hit send and place your phone down before you choose to not send anything at all.
not even a whole minute passes before your phone buzzes with a new message.
sheâs adorable.. just like her aunt
you bite your lip to keep from smiling like a fool at her text. her reply is short, but you can already hear her voice as if she was saying it out loud. she sends another text before you get the chance to type something out.
seriously, though. thank you for allowing me to tag along. i loved it. i really hope youâll think about being my plus one next month
you mentally envision yourself with wanda, your stomach doing flips at the thought of you being by her all night. her gentle demeanor and hand guiding you through the night makes you smile foolishly.
iâll think about it, i promise. goodnight, wanda
you type out the response and hit send quickly before you get the chance to talk yourself out of it.
goodnight, you
maybe your niece was onto something.
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Secondary Colors & Tertiary Souls
Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. Thereâs also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them⊠we donât really know what he does.
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I've honestly lost track of how many times I've been here. Watching from the outside as they found each other again. Sometimes they remember, sometimes they don't. But they always find each other. And sometimes they find me. But never in a way that matters. I came close once. Violet came back as a beautiful young woman and I happened to be a strapping young man from a noble family.
This was way back when dragons were still trouncing around the countryside. I was her betrothed, and I was so happy. But then she found Forest, as one of the most gorgeous dragons I'd ever seen. To be fair every other gorgeous dragon was either Violet or Forest in another life, but still. He was breathtaking. He stole her away, and they lived happily ever after.Â
I don't like to think about how bad things were after they left. I'd like to think that if I came that close to them again I'd handle things better. No elderberry wine and cliff edges for me, thank you very much.
But, wellâŠ
It's hard to keep going like this.
Thereâs a legend about us you know? Two souls, born into the world over and over again. They always find each other. And every time, their love burns through the barriers of forgotten times, and they embrace. Every time, they come back and without fail, a third appears. No one quite knows why, but the third soul is always present. Either in passing, or as a foe, or even a friend. Some say that when the three meet, you can sense it happen. But always it is the lovers, and their shadow.Â
They were an orcish warrior and an adorable scholar. I was a merchant passing through their village.
They were a pair of rebellious halflings. I was an elf who barely had a chance to speak to them before the war.
They were a lake spirit and a knight. While I was an ogre he'd been tricked into slaying.
They were a priest and a fair maiden. I was a dangerous lich, despite only using my powers to heal.
They were a bookseller and a musclehead. I was just a regular at the coffee shop they frequented. That time we became pretty good friends.Â
They were starcrossed lovers, an astronaut and an alien. And I worked on mission control millions of miles away.
I get to see them come together again and again and again. But I never get a chance. Sometimes we see each other in the interim. The place between life and death. Sometimes they remember me from the previous life, those are the best moments of my existence. We talk, reminisce, apologize, and promise to remember next time. But they rarely ever do. And even if they do, they almost never remember me.
Right now, I'm a bartender. Serving drinks to assholes all night long. Night after night. Last time the higher ups apologized again for the trouble with my memories. They promised that this time things would be different. This time, when I die again, I won't have to come back. My paradise has been waiting for almost a thousand years, and will still be there when I'm ready. I might be ready to just rest, and let them keep up this asinine cycle they have going.Â
Thatâs when I see them. Violet is a tall man wearing a black turtleneck. He looks so kind, like he always does. Forest is a large man, with a thick beard and a wide smile. They are perfect. Just like always. Even when Violetâs sword was cutting through me, or when Forest was soaring away with Violet in his claws. They were smiling at each other, their hands clasped in each othersâ as they danced to the pulsing music. They had matching rings on, married once again.Â
They glance in my direction and slow in their dance. I fumble, dropping the tumbler in my hands all over the bar. Sticky booze and ice scatter across the surface and soak my apron. I swear quietly, trying desperately to mop up the mess before it could drip onto any customers. I may be set in the afterlife, but here I need this damned job. I jump when paper towels gently move my frantic hands out of the way. My breath catches in my throat.Â
They were here. Frantically setting up a paper towel barricade with the help of the security nearby. My hands are shaking. Iâm smaller in this life. Lanky, and awkward, and too many stuttered out excuses. I hadnât really been taking care of myself this time around, if Iâm being honest. Forest takes my hands, trying to stop their shaking. My eyes snap to his and I feel it. Oh this one was going to hurt. These ones always did. He remembered me, or at least something about me. I was a homeless man last time. I lashed out in frustration when I saw them walking down the street. They later visited me sometimes after I apologized. They brought me sandwiches sometimes. Then the cycle started again.
âItâs you.â He said. His voice isnât angry or sad. Itâs a soft voice full of awe. I will fully admit that I am beyond confused. We must have been standing here a while because Violet finishes cleaning and looks at us. I expect him to lash out or question his husband, whatever his name is this time. But he doesnât. He looks at me, and starts to tear up. He remembers too. This is going to really suck. Last time I was so tired and sick. This time Iâm a pathetic lanky loser. Itâs been a few minutes, both of their hands are clasping mine. I canât look at them. I keep my gaze to the floor. This will be the last time. I promise myself that, at the end of this one I am staying in the after.Â
âPumpkin.â The name, the name Iâve only ever used sparingly in the after. They said my name. I can feel myself crying as I look at them. Their gazes are full of sorrow, regret, awe, and something that they had only ever had for each other. Forest guides me around the bar, the pair nearly jumping over the counter. The other patrons and bartenders give us strange, knowing, looks. Then they hug me. Well, envelope me more like. They are both bigger than me. They wrap themselves around my soggy boozy body.Â
âWeâre so so sorry.â Violet mutters into my hair. Forest it patting my front down with paper towels, muttering apologies and explanations that I barely hear. It takes me a few minutes to catch up. But I can still feel it. I feel a shift in myself. Like something slotting into place.Â
âYou rememberâŠâ My voice is a whisper, and I begin to sob when they nod and pull me in between them. They remember. Maybe theyâll want to stay with me in paradise. Maybe this life wonât be quite so bad. Theyâre running through names Iâve had in the past, some that even I barely recall. When they kiss me, one after the other, it feels like all of the pain is being seared away.Â
Iâm not a shadow anymore.
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Two lovers have reincarnated throughout history, destined to find each other and fall in love all over again. Thereâs also this third guy that reincarnates alongside them⊠we donât really know what he does.
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One of us - platonic!marauders x reader
summary: when the marauders find out you're an animagus, you're forced into the beginning of a friendship with them. wc: 1.2k+
With a piece of toast halfway through your mouth, actively listening to Evanâs story, the last thing youâd been expecting on a Monday morning was for Dumbledore to stand up for an announcement. âWill the following students please report to Professor McGonagallâs office.â The old wizard cleared his throat and Evan rolled his eyes, mockingly starting to list off the names of the marauders. âSirius Black,â You and Evan burst into a fit of giggles at the accuracy of his prediction, listening closely for the other studentsâ names. âJames Potter, Peter Pettigrew and,â Dumbledore paused, squinting his eyes at the slip of paper he was staring at as Evan mumbled âRemus Lupinâ.
âUh, Y/N L/N.â You felt all the blood drain away from your face and Evanâs jaw dropped from where he sat in front of you. You felt everyoneâs eyes turn towards you and furrowed your eyes in confusion. Evan widened his eyes at you, nodding his head towards the entrance of the Great Hall. You gestured at him with your hands, expressing how you had no idea what you'd done, and grabbed the rest of your toast, sticking it between your teeth as you gathered your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
Turning around, you were surprised to find the three other students lingering in the doorway, waiting for you. You bit through your toast, catching the piece of bread in your hand as you sped up your footsteps, catching up to them. The gears in your head churned as you thought about every single rule you broke in your last seven years at Hogwarts. But why on earth would you be called to see the head of gryffindor house when you werenât even a gryffindor? You gasped, stopping in your tracks. The three boys in front of you spun around to look at you, a panicked look on your face. âOh, looks like someone knows what theyâre in trouble for.â Sirius teased in a sing song voice, a smirk making its way on his face.
âOh, can you tell us please! Because, weâre probably in trouble for the same thing, and we always get in trouble so it could be anything! And you, you never get in trouble.â You grimaced at Pettigrewâs little rant, debating whether you should tell them. You shook your head quickly, swallowing the lump in your throat, saying with an embarrassing squeak âI canât tell you.â Because being an unregistered animagus was not only breaking school rules, but breaking the law. And the only reason you would be called to Professor McGonagallâs office was because she too, was an animagus, and sheâd be the only Professor who would know how to deal with situations like these. You looked at the three boys in front of you, rushing past them. But if that was the case, why on earth would they be called into her office too?
You huffed, making the final turn to Professor McGonagallâs office. You put your fist up, ready to knock, but held yourself back. âHey,â You turned your head to look at the boy speaking to you, a gentle smile on his face. âDonât worry. If you were in real bad trouble, you wouldnât be called in with other people.â James nodded towards his two friends, mumbling âSpeaking from experience here.â You scoffed in amusement, unable to help the small smile on your face, finally knocking on the wooden door. The âCome in!â was instant. You gulped, smile instantly dropping.
The three of you entered the room in a single file line, sitting down on the four chairs lined up in front of the deputy headmistressâ desk. Professor McGonagall didnât look up at you until you were all settled, slamming a stack of papers down on the wooden surface of her desk. âWell,â She started with her familiar croak, adjusting her glasses on her nose. âThis isnât how I thought Iâd start my week, but whatâs life without surprises?â You laughed nervously at her words, but you could tell from her monotonous voice and serious facial expression that you were out of order.
âRecently, a few members of staff have heard students talking about how animals from the forbidden forest are getting comfortable and wandering on school grounds.â You sucked in a sharp breath, straightening your posture as you peeked at the three boys from the corner of your eye. They were glancing right back at you. âMore specifically, mentions of a stag, the grim, and a white tiger.â Professor McGonagall looked straight up at you. âMs. L/N the dog and stag may get away with it, and no one has even noticed the rat, but a white tiger? Students are claiming theyâve made the scientific discovery of the century because white tigers are apparently inhabitants of Scotland now. Scotland!!â
You felt heat rush to your face as she said those words, reaching up to take her glasses off and folding them in front of her. You smiled nervously, rearranging the the tie around your neck as you said âFrankly, Professor McGonagall, Iâm not quite sure I know what youâre talking about.â A noise of disagreement came from Sirius, who was wincing at your challenging tone. Professor McGonagall reached for her wand, and you barely had time to react before she was mumbling âRevelioâ under her breath. You felt your bones shift, the familiar warm feeling of your animagus form overtaking your body. You squealed, or rather roared, your thick, furry paws sending you leaping into the air as you quickly forced yourself to take shape of your human form again.
You stood awkwardly next to the chair youâd be sat on, patting your hands down on your hair to tame it and straightening out your shirt. Sounds of amazement came from the three marauders at your animagus state, watching as you calmly sat down, clearing your throat. âAlright then.â You muttered, tossing your hair over your shoulder. âYou need to sign these registration forms.â The four of you made sounds of exclamation, standing up in unison. âThatâs what I thought.â Professor McGonagall continued, a satisfied smile on tugging at her lips, âNow you four be careful. If I call you up here again, know that these forms will be waiting for you.â
You all made noises of agreement, speeding towards the door. You slammed the door open, taking a deep breath when you finally escaped Professor McGonagallâs wrath. You sighed, looking to where Remus Lupin leaned against the wall waiting for his friends. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at your dishevelled state. âMoons, youâll never guess!â Sirius brushed past you, ranting on to his friend about your transformation. âOh my goodness, be quiet!â You snapped, spinning on the balls of your feet to face him. Remus laughed, watching as James slung an arm over your shoulders, saying how you had to transform for them again, whilst Peter went on about how soft your white fur looked.
âYou know what this means donât you?â The tall boy called out, looking at how your shoulders became stiff and you tried prying your hair out from under Jamesâs arm. You raised your eyebrows in question, prompting Remus to go on.
âIt means youâre one of us now.â
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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 11)
Their background is clear to youâalways has been since your social worker told you about them in her car on the way here.
Theyâre military men. Most of their long lives have been spent in the field. She even mentioned that their first children grew up on base when they were little.
Which sounded cool, you thought. It was so different from the office jobs other foster parents had. A bonus, evenâit made you feel safe in their house.
They were bigger than most. If not by height, then by width. They were large. Buff. Even the damn harpy, who was supposed to be lean, had broad shoulders and lots of muscles.
So you felt safe. That was a big bonus. Better than that weird suburban house you stayed in, where the mother often avoided the creepy neighbor who looked predatory. You remember his strange glances and how nervous the mother was when he came knocking one night while her husband was away.
How nervous you were as you watched their interaction a few feet away.
So, youâve always had a big thing about safety, thanks to the weird places you have stayed.
And they felt so safe. It was comforting, really. After the initial phase of settling into a foster homeâwhen you flinched away from everyone until you got to know them betterâyou started to relax.
(Unless they were the angry type. Or worse, the type to lay their hands on you.)
So, when Price sat you on his lap, checking your temperature again and combing your hair with his hand and sharp claws, you felt... calm. Eh, not totally, you admit. You still tensed a little when his hand came near your face and stayed quiet because of your shyness.
But it was progress, and you really, really wanted to feel at peace with them.
When night came, after they gave you more medicine, warm tea, and another serving of John's bean and bacon soup, they decided to put you to bed early.
Which... was fine. You were actually very tired. Sickness does that to you.
Price carried you, lifting you easily from the dining room chair with the booster seat theyâd gotten from somewhere. He placed you down carefully in the big nest full of heavy blankets and pillows, the others following behind at their own pace.
Being there gave you a chance to watch more of their routine.
Ghost was the last to enter. You could hear him rattling things downstairs and turning off lights as he came. His low voice confirmed that all windows and doors were locked.
Gaz was already in the room, sitting at the nestâs edge as he combed through his wing with a special tool, a weird looking comb thing. Johnny worked on the other wing with a concentration you didnât know he could manage. Both of them were close to you, their legs nearly bumping your small form in the giant nest.
Price moved calmly around the room, putting things away and finishing his hygiene routine in the attached bathroom.
"Feeling better?" Gaz cooed softly, his legâtalons, talons, such sharp talonsâbumping near you to get your attention.
"Y-yeah, better..." you answered quietly, nodding for emphasis.
"Good." He crooned, satisfied, especially when Soap purred right after.
(Is it really a purr if heâs a werewolf?)
"Good pup, such a good pup. Really brave, huh? Dinae complain even once. So strong..." Soap murmured, leaning over Gaz, who relaxed back against him.
"It's just a small fever..." you mumbled, frowning a bit at his exaggeration. You were shy. "Itâs nothing..."
"Not nothinâ, kid." Simon grumbled, finally climbing into the nest after discarding his mask and gloves. He lay beside you, checking your forehead again. "Sick is sick. A flu is a flu. Still makes you feel like shit."
"Simon..." Price scolded as he emerged from the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "Didnât hear the hatchling say one bad word âtil now. Donât influence her."
"To be fair, we barely heard her speak at all until now." Kyle retorted sassily, smiling at Price before glancing down at you. "Small, quiet fledgling."
"Nah, sheâll warm up to us!" Johnny declared confidently, shaking his head. "Right, pup? Wanna play with Papa tomorrow? We can play anything ya want!"
"Tone it down, mutt. Itâs snowinâ outside," Ghost grumbled, already wrapping your small body in one of the blankets.
"We can play inside. Weâve got the space," Soap said smugly, finishing Kyleâs wing before slipping into the nest on your other side. "We can play, pup. Promise Iâll be gentle!"
You tensed a little, unsure. Your expression showed your doubt with your little frown. After a few seconds of silence, you managed to murmur.
"....o-okay... I guess..."
"See? Who said peer pressure doesnât work?" Ghost deadpanned, making Price snort with laughter, faint wisps of smoke escaping his nose.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, hatchling. Soap will understand." Price says with a quiet laugh, approaching the nest as he adjusts some kind of shoulder weight attached over his sleeping shirt where his missing wing used to be.
You stare at him for a moment, frowning slightly in confusion.
"...Soap...?"
Your question seems to stun them for a moment before they all start laughing softly, like itâs some kind of inside joke.
"Thaâ would be me, lassie." Johnny replies with a big smile, flashing all his sharp teeth as he leans closer. "Just a codename. Military, aye?"
"Nickname...?" you mumble, still confused.
"Close, hun. Codename." Gaz explains with a gentle laugh, sliding into the nest now, his wings resting against Soap and Priceâs backs.
"Itâs like a nickname, but itâs used for secrecy. So bad people donât know our real names." Ghost adds calmly, his heavy hand giving your back a slight pat.
That makes you scrunch your nose slightly.
"Why Soap...?"
Once again, the others laugh at your question, except Johnny, who just sighs quietly, though his smile remains.
"Doesnât matter why." The werewolf says with a shrug, still grinning as he gestures at Simon. "This bastard is called âGhostâ in the field, Kyle is âGaz,â and John just uses his last name, âPrice.â"
You nod quietly, blinking as you process the information. Itâs kinda weird, but it makes sense for their lifestyle. Military men for most of their lives, huh? That actually makes you wonder...
"...Are your kids also military...?" you ask softly, hugging your knees over the thick blanket.
"Thank fucking god, no," Price answers quickly, sounding both relieved and horrified at the thought.
"I thought we werenât doing bad words?" Ghost asks slowly, his tone sarcastic as he sends Price a bored look.
"Oh, shut it." Price growls softly back, leaning closer to him with a sharp smile.
"But no, none of them are in the military." Kyle chimes in, smiling slightly. "Doesnât mean they didnât think about following our footsteps at some point, though."
"Wee lads and lassies always thought the military was cool, wanted to be like their papas." Soap says dreamily, though his smile falters slightly to a more nervous smile. "We would never let them, though."
"Why?" you ask innocently, tilting your head in confusion. "You didnât like the military?"
"No, no, not that! Ah love the military, wee lass!" Soap defends quickly, waving his hands around. "Canât imagine doinâ anything else with my life!"
"But no parent wants their kids in such a dangerous job," Price interjects, shaking his head as he mutters under his breath. "Honestly, if I had my way, theyâd still be here in the nest with me."
"Ignore âim. Dragon instincts get the best of âim sometimes." Ghost mutters, shaking his head before gently nudging you down into the nest. "Come on, kid. We can talk tomorrow. Itâs sleep time."
Youâre still curious, but you nod, laying back against the nest. Johnny immediately curls around you, his giant body wrapping you up entirely. You even feel his tail loop around your legs. You tense for a moment at the closeness, but soon relax, rolling slightly to burrow your face into the blanket. His much larger body shields you completely.
"Night, kid." Ghost grunts as he settles, his hand resting on top of your wrapped form.
"Sweet dreams, hun." Gaz murmurs softly.
"Sleep well." Price adds last, leaning down slightly as the others settle into their spots in the nest. "Call us if you need anything, alright?"
"Gonna be monitorinâ her. Itâs fine..." Johnny mumbles, still draped protectively over you. "Good night, lassie."
You fall asleep as the lights turn off and the others cuddle into the nest. Despite the heavy snowstorm outside, you feel incredibly warm.
Safe.
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If you are such a hore for charles rn, maybe we could get more sugar daddy charles? Maybe him punishing you for some reason?
you're spoiling me so badly right now PUHLEASE
bon's thoughts (18+)
sugardaddy!charles had specifically told you to get back home at 8:00 because he was going to take you out for dinner. you should've known your friends had different plans for you, though. they knew about your arrangement with the older man, and they couldn't stop giggling. you had asked charles to buy you some expensive purses, and he was happy that you were asking him to indulge you so he bought them. only problem was that you had gotten them for your friends who kept pestering you in between classes for those items. every time youâd sneak a new gucci bag for your best friend, youâd grow more worried that charles would one day ask you where all the bags he bought for you were. his money was only for you, not for your friends.
you received a text from charles at 6:30, asking you to finish your last class and head over to his place so you could wear an elegant red dress he bought you, and the gucci bag. you freak out, turning to your friend and begging her to give the bag back just for tonight but she frowned, telling you the bag was all the way back at her house 500 miles from the university. you nearly fainted at her words. charles was going to punish you for this, you were sure of it. so, you decided to do what you always did - ignore his texts because truth be told, you did like the angry sex that followed - but it was better than him not gifting you anything if he found out youâd been giving them to your friends, little miss saint.
âwhereâs the bag?â was the first question charles asked you when you finally returned home, âi searched all over your closet, mon chĂ©rie, i cannot find any of your bags.â
you gulp, awkwardly laughing, âa-about that actuallyâŠâ
charles is laughing at the dinner table with some of his colleagues. he had been laughing this entire time, which you thought was a good sign but then again, he was never this cheerful. some of the people at the table stand up to grab some extra food, and you turn to face charles, leaning in to whisper into his ear,
"y-you're not mad at me?" you ask.
"mad? no," he responds, and you let out a sigh in relief, "no, i'm fuming, my love."
your jaw drops, and you feel him squeeze your thigh harshly, enough for it to hurt just a tiny bit. your eyes snap down to where his thumb is caressing the fat of your skin before he snickers under his breath, "my money is for your benefit. if i wanted to give money to your friends, i'd be a charity foundation, not your sugar daddy, is that clear?"
you nod your head, "i-i'm sorry, i kept trying to tell them no but they wouldn't listen! i would never try to go against you like that, you know-" your words are cut off as his fingers trail up your thigh, cupping your heat. you stiffen in your seat, making sure no one was looking to see what was happening under the table. charles' fingertips drag along your clothed cunt, and he smiles at the way you're squirming in your seat, begging him to stop, "no, not now. what if someone sees?"
"let everyone see how i use you, how you're mine and only mine. i must fuck you too hard because your brain just can't seem to understand it, hm? ma chérie, you're on the thinnest of ice as we speak right now. you're going to take my fingers for the rest of the night, and not a word out of you. not one sound." charles kisses your cheek, fingers pushing your panties to the side before collecting your arousal around your slick folds. you bite your tongue, trying not to whimper when his fingers push into your entrance, teasing you mercilessly. when the guests start coming back, you squish your thighs together as an effort to stop him but he glares at you, using his free hand to hold your thigh open as his fingers curl inside you.
"dinner's really good, right?" a woman asks you and you moan out loud,
"mhm, so good," you force a smile, narrowing your eyes at charles who's pumping his fingers faster inside you, a proud look on his face,
"my baby loves restaurants like this, i would take her to each one if she didn't want to waste my money so much," his eyes flicker at you, loving the way you're clearly struggling to hold it together. no noise, no sound, those words echo in your mind and you take massive bites of your food to occupy your mouth so you won't accidentally slip out another moan. thankfully, a performance in the background had just ended as the audience roars into applause, you let out a guttural moan that's disguised. you slump against your chair, chest heaving as charles pulls his fingers out and sucks your juices off, licking them clean before staring at you,
"if they ask, i'll tell them you're in the bathroom. they'll leave in a few minutes to the bar anyway," he instructs and you open your mouth to argue but he's quickly shoving you under the table. you want to use his money for your friends, wasting his time and energy to buy whatever you want? you can wait and do what he wants now, he doesn't care. he unbuckles his belt carefully, eyes flickering to his friends whose backs face him. they're too busy watching the singer on stage pour her heart out into a verse. he chuckles as he wraps the table's cloth around your face, only your mouth visible to him and he pulls out his throbbing member, shoving it down your throat without warning. your gags are silenced instantly and charles grips the back of your head, thrusting ruthlessly into your mouth as tears slip your eyes,
"you like it when i use you like this, right?" charles whispers, crouching down to make it look like he's on his phone, "fuck, using my money for your friends? how sweet, so sweet of you, mon chérie. so kind and helpful! i didn't know my little girl was this sweet to her friends at the expense of my money." he hisses, hands going under the table to yank your hair so that your mouth could open even wider for him. his balls slap against your chin, and he has to quiet his grunts as his thrusts become more erratic.
"fuck, i cannot wait to take you back home and fuck you properly. make sure you cannot walk for days so you won't come up with something stupid like this again." he scoffs, groaning under his breath as he shoots ropes of his cum down your throat. when he pulls out, he admires the sight of his cum dribbilng down your neck, dropping onto your full breasts that almost spill out of your dress.
"stay there for 5 minutes." charles says, "in the meantime, make yourself useful for me," and he sticks his thumb in your mouth, watching you suck diligently as he waits for his friends to leave.
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Room for One More?
Chapter 7
Summary: The group Christmas party takes a few unexpected turns.
CW: Swearing, alcohol consumption, mention of boobs?, sexual references.
Pairing: Poly!Marauders x fem!reader
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
So I may have stayed up until 2am finishing this last night so that I could have it posted on schedule but it also might be my favourite chapter so far!
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The apartment looked amazing. You'd gone all out with decorating in preparation for this evening's Christmas party. There were lights and candelabras adorning just about every available surface in the room. A garland was laid out across the TV stand and the table was set with your favourite Christmas place setting. You'd even hung mistletoe in the entryway.
You looked yourself over in the mirror once more. You were dressed in your brand new dress, your hair pinned up in a simple, yet elegant updo and you're favourite red lipstick coated your lips. It was important to you that you made a good impression tonight. Despite having already spent a significant amount of time with the group, this was your first time hosting and you'd put a lot of effort into making it perfect.
You took one last deep breath, adjusting your dress slightly where it sat on your shoulders and stealed yourself for an entrance.
The smooth notes of "Last Christmas" filled the air around you as you pushed open the bedroom door. You could hear voices drifitng from the living room. Your guests had arrived.
Exiting the comforting confines of your room, you couldn't help the nerves that wracked through you. That was only amplified when eyes fell upon your form.
"Oh my god!"
Mary was the first to speak, exclaiming loudly with that endearing enthusiasm that she always seemed to exude.
"You look incredible!"
She charged towards you and engulfed you in a warm embrace. You melted into her touch, her excitement helping to ease your nerves ever so slightly.
"Thanks, Mary. So do you!" you told her earnestly. She looked stunning in a silky, red, wrap dress.
"And look at this place!" she continued, pulling away and gesturing around the room. "Did you do this?"
"I had some help," you responded, glancing over at Sirius and James. They were standing beside the tree, chatting to Peter with drinks in hand.
It was at that moment that Sirius looked over to you and his eyes almost bulged fair out of his skull at the sight. He blinked at you senselessly for a moment, completely zoning out of the conversation he'd previously been a part of you. You chuckled lightly, winking and sending him a flirtatious wave across the room.
Unbeknownst to you, Mary was observing the interaction, a curious look of suspicion crossing her features.
"Well, then," She stated after a moment. "Shall we get you a drink?"
You nodded, smiling back at her. "I'd love that."
The two of you linked arms as you headed into the kitchen. Sirius' gaze followed you the whole way there.
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The room was filled with people dancing and laughing and drinking. The party so far seemed to be a smashing success. You were sitting on the couch, positioned next to Lily while Dorcas sat on the oveseat, Marlene huddled in her lap. Mary was perched on the coffee table, engrossed deeply in a story about a man who'd attempted to ask her on a date in a bookshop earlier that week.
"I could tell he was hovering," she explained. "But I chose to ignore him for the most part. I was in the Crime and Thriller aisle when he approached and I kid you not, he looked me dead in the eyes and said 'I have a library card, can I check you out?'".
The group erupted into fits of laughter.
"But you weren't even in a library! It was a book shop right? That doesn't even make any sense!" Dorcas pointed out.
"I know!" Mary chuckled. "I just looked at him like he was crazy and told him I'm seeing someone. Not that I would've ever gone out with him even if I wasn't!"
"Ugh, men are ridiculous," Marlene remarked. "Luckily for me, they aren't something I have to worry about."
She leaned up and planted a sloppy kiss on Dorcas' cheek causing the girl to flinch away and groan dramatically, eliciting another ripple of laughter.
You took a sip of your cocktail. It was lovely and sweet; a combination of gin, prosecco and canberry juice. Mary had insisted on making them for the party. She called it a "Gin-gle Bell Fizz."
"So, y/n," Suddenly attention was on you as Lily piped up from your right. "Have you been seeing anyone recently?"
You inhaled sharply, accidentally swallowing wrong and causing yourself to sputter for a moment as you placed your glass down on the table.
"Oh no. Not at all," you chuckled, once you'd managed to regain your breath. "I've been lacking in the area of romance for quite some time, honestly."
"Really?" Dorcas pressed, and you nodded sheepishly.
"I'm surprised to hear you say that," Lily respoded kindly. You were sure that in the time you'd known her, you'd discovered the lovliest person on the planet. "You're so beautiful! Anyone would be lucky to have you!"
"I concur!" Marlene agreed. "You're a hit, babe. It's only a matter of time. I'm sure half of London has the hots for you by now."
You chuckled lightly. "Thanks everyone. Careful or you'll give me an ego."
"Don't worry. No matter how inflated it gets, it'll surely never be as large as James'," Dorcas announced, prompting another round of laughter.
"What's as large as me?"
As if on cue, James appeared behind you, leaning down over the couch so that his head was pertruding into your conversation.
"We were just talking about how hot, y/n is," Marlene chirped.
"Well you aren't wrong there," James smirked. "What'dya think I bought her that dress for?"
Mary raised a brow. "You bought her that, did you?"
He winked at her slyly. "Call it an early Christmas gift."
That's when Sirius appeared, Remus by his side.
"Speaking of gifts," he chimed in. "Who's ready for Secret Santa?"
"Oooh yes!"
That came from Peter, who was just returning from the kitchen with drinks for himself and Sybil.
"I call Santa!" James exclaimed, jumping up from his spot and rushing towards the tree as everyone took their seats.
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"What on earth is this?"
James was surpressing a laugh as he ripped the last of the wrapping paper from his gift.
"They're shot glasses!" Marlene exclaimed as if that much wasn't obvious. She was leaning back in her chair, arms folded and a smug smirk across her face.
"They have tits!"
"I know! Classy aren't they?"
He held one of the glasses up so everyone could see and sure enough, they were shaped like the curves of a female body. You couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the gift.
"And there are four in there, so each of you boys can use one," Marlene stated. "You know, just in case you were forgetting what they looked like-"
"Oh come off it!" Sirius responded, giving Marlene a playful shove from where he sat beside her as she giggled. "I get plenty of action, thank you very much. I'm the lead singer of a band, remember?"
She shrugged. "Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night!"
"Okay next!" James shouted, sitting his gift aside and rumaging once again under the tree. After a moment he retreated, his lop-sided santa hat (that he'd insisted on wearing) snagging on one of the branches and causing everyone to burst into a flurry of laughter.
"Alright," he announced once his hat was righted. "This one is for y/n!"
He passed you the gift, a small box wrapped in shiny gold wrapping. Excitedly, you pulled off the bow and began to tear into the paper, all eyes on you as the gift was unvailed.
Inside was a small, red box. On top of it was a tag, decorarted with the words, "For your new beginning here with us."
You pulled it open and couldn't stop yourself from gasping at what was inside.
It was a gold necklace with an ornate dragonfly charm, one that matched almost exactly with the orament on your tree. You pulled it out to inspect it closer.
"Oh my god! This is beautiful!"
Your eyes scanned the circle of people, looking for an indication of who might have given you the gift. You knew that your roommates were the only ones who new about your Christmas ornament so it had to be one of them. You already knew that James had Mary so that just left... Sirius. It had to be Sirius.
It made sense now as to why he didn't want to help you with your shopping. He apparently didn't want to give anything away.
You caught his eye across the room and sent him a genuine smile. One which he returned. You're heart felt fuzzy at the sentiment.
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Secret Santa had been a hit, if you did say so yourself. Dorcas had absolutely fawned over the set of paintbrushes you'd gotten her and everyone else seemed reasonably satisfied with their presents.
You then sat down to eat dinner, and having each brought a plate of food, the meal seemed decently well-rounded. As you tucked into the turkey James had prepared, you said a silent prayer of thanks that you hadn't been made to serve this entire group. Let's just say you were a much better party host then caterer.
After dinner, your guests had retired to the couch where slightly tipsy game of 'Cards Against Humanity' had commenced (at Sirius' request, of course. According to Marlene, he'd been pulling that game out at every group gathering since high-school.)
You and Peter had volunteered to tidy up the plates before you joined them and ended up in a surprisingly interesting dicussion about the Botany course he'd briefly taken during University.
Towards the end of the conversation, you'd recieved a message from your Mum double checking the dates for your Christmas visit and you realised that your phone was down to 10%.
"Could you excuse me for a moment?" You asked Peter as you placed the last of the dishes in the dishwasher.
"Sure," he nodded gently. "If we're finished up here, I'll go join the others."
"Yeah, go for it. I'll be there in a second," you told him and quickly ventured down the hallway with the intent of plugging your phone in in your bedroom.
You responded to your Mum's message on the way and absentmindedly threw the door of your room open without even thinking to knock.
"Oh my god!" you shouted as you entered.
Mary and Lily pulled away from each other in a flash, from where they'd been interlocked in a passionate kiss only a moment prior.
Mary shushed you quickly, pulling you into the room and Lily rushed to push the door closed.
You all fell silent for a moment, listening as to whether anyone outside had heard you, however, a ripple of laughter told you that they were still absorbed in the game.
"What the hell?" you questioned, eyes wide as you looked between the two of them. Lily looked extremely embarassed, her face almost as red as her hair as she bit her lower lip.
Mary, on the other hand, just shrugged. "Surprise, I guess?"
"Are you two together?" You questioned, still trying to process the scene unfoldng before you. A realisation dawned on you a second later. "Mary, is Lily who you've been secretely seeing?"
Mary sighed, taking a seat on your bed as she thought over her next words carefully. "I wanted to tell you. We just weren't ready for it to come out in the group yet. We didn't want to make it a whole big thing."
You nodded thoughtfully, taking a seat on the bed beside her. Lily stood in front of you, fiddling with the rings on her fingers nervously.
"This is kind of new to us," she gestured between them and instantly you understood what she was referring to. "And we're still just figuring everything out."
You gave her a small smile, eyes drifting between the two girls. "Well... I'm really happy for you. You guys are a good match."
Mary smiled, wrapping a friendly arm around your shoulder. Lily seemed to relax a little.
"Thanks, girl," Marry said softly. "We appreciate that."
It was then that another, more invasive thought entered your mind.
"Oh god, Lily. James is going to freak out! He's been pining after you since forever!"
Lily let out a lofty sigh, looking immensely guilty. "I know. Which is why you can't tell him, okay? Or anyone."
You furrowed your brows. "Of course I won't tell anyone... but guys, these are your best friends. You can't keep sneaking around forever. You're going to have to tell them at some point."
"We know," Mary muttered. "We're just trying to figure out the right time to do it."
"But we promise we will," Lily added. "Soon. I mean, someone was bound to catch us sooner or later."
"Although, I'm glad it was you and not Sirius," Mary joked. "He cant keep a secret to save his life. Especially from James."
You chuckled lightly. "Yeah, you're right about that."
"So... you're really okay with all this?" Lily questioned. You could tell on her face that she was worried about putting you in an uncomforable situation.
You sighed and sent her a small smile. "Yeah of course. It's not my place to tell anyone about your personal situations. You have to do that when you're ready."
"Thanks, hun, you're the best!" Mary exclaimed, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and pulling you into a sideways hug.
You just chuckled as Lily gave you a warm smile.
"And just so you know, I think you guys make a really cute couple."
Lily turned bright red once more.
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A few hours later, the party drew to a close. Peter and Sybil were the first to leave, followed shortly after by Dorcas and Marlene.
You said goodbye to Mary and Lily around 1am and the four of you who lived at the apartment stayed up a little while longer to tidy up before you went to bed.
Remus said goodnight earlier than the rest of you, as he was having trouble with his knee again. And you sent James off after him when you noticed how his eyes were falling shut while he was picking up wrapping paper.
Eventually, you and Sirius were all that was left. It was the dead of night by that point, and the city had grown silent. There was something peaceful about it, you observed, being awake while the rest of the world was sleeping. For a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.
Sirius smiled when he caught you gazing out of the widow at the cityscape. There were a few cars still driving on the road below, a few stray lights on in apartment windows, a few little signs of life peering through an otherwise silent metropolis.
Sirius approached you slowly, coming to stand behind you as you looked out at the night-covered skyline.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked softly. His warm breath fanned the back of your neck.
"Those people down there, driving," you responded. "I wonder where they're going?"
Sirius chuckled. It was a deep, rich sound that welled from somewhere in his chest.
"It's a bit late for a drive, you'd think."
You hummed in response. "Isn't it odd to think about how life doesn't just exist around you?"
Sirius frowned. "What do you mean?"
You shrugged. "Like, the idea that every single person that you see through their apartment window, or pass on the street, or who's driving one of those cars down there, is living their own individual life. They each have their own stories; their own friends and family and lovers. There's just so many people in the world and most of them, we'll never cross paths with even once."
Sirius pursed his lips. "Wow. That is odd. I can't say I've ever really thought of it like that."
You turned around towards him, the countours of your face highlited in the dim lamp-light.
"Don't you ever wonder about your fans? Who they are? What their life is like? To think that there could be all these people out there listening to the music you created, and you may never even know their names."
Sirius pushed a low breath from his lips. "What a philosophical way to end a Christmas party."
You scoffed loudly and rolled your eyes. "Sorry to ruin the mood."
"It's no problem, love. As long as you had a fun time."
He placed his large hands on your upper arms and you couldn't fight the smile that arose. "I had a wonderful time. Did you?"
He returned your smile. "Best Christmas party yet!"
You giggled softely and he placed a kiss on your forehead. "Come on, it's getting late. We should head to bed."
You nodded and pulled away to gather your things. As you did so, your eyes fell on the box containing the necklace you'd recieved for Secret Santa. Another smile graced your lips at the sight of it.
"Hey Sirius?" You called out, just as the boy began to head towards his bedroom door.
"Yeah, doll?"
"I just wanted to say, thank you so much for your gift. It's so wonderful and thoughtful. I absolutely love it!"
A slight frown came over Sirius' face. "Uh... as much as i'd love to take the credit for it, I didn't get that for you."
Your brows furrowed. "Really?"
Sirius shrugged. "Sorry. I had Remus."
"Well then who..."
Your question trailed off as your eyes fluttered to the aformentioned man's door. No. Surely not. It couldn't be!
Remus?
He'd never get you a gift that thoughtful... would he?
You looked down at the necklace as Sirius bid you a final goodnight. Your finger gently drifted over the dragonfly pendent and then to the note that was stuck to the top of the box.
"For your new beginning here with us."
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Paige Bueckers x reader picking out Christmas decorations and decorating
Day 3
Santa tell me - p.b
Sum: shopping for and decorating your new off campus apartment
Warnings: fluff
Note: Iâm gonna be honest I do mention one of my favorite books in here and I definitely didnât have that planned, I just wrote the (my) sentence and realized it sounded like THAT one sentence in that book and just went with it.
Pair: Paige x gf!reader
Wc: 1.2k
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âWhat about these?â Paige said lifting a box of pink and purple ornaments, you nod your head âPut them in the cartâ you say gesturing to the cart with so many rainbow lights, colorful garlands, Christmas mugs, pre lit flocked garlands, wreaths, glass table centers, ect⊠your goal is for your apartment to look like Christmas Wonderland with a mix of Gingerbread House hence the colorful and bright decorations.
Paige put the ornaments in the cart and kept looking down the aisles, putting what she thought was cute in the cart - and also what matched the vibe you were going for obviously. âWe should get cookies while weâre hereâ Paige suddenly said âOk, weâll stop by when weâre done.â You reply not even questioning her making her smile cheekily and go to the next aisle - which was a danger zone
âBabyyyyâ she yells in the next aisle, making you roll your eyes at her completely ignoring that she is literally in public yelling like sheâs at a sports game but you donât say anything knowing sheâll be pouting for however long she decides she can go without your attention. Making your way to the next aisle you see her grinning excitedly in the middle of the aisle and see all the fake trees surrounding her âwhatâd you need?â You ask kinda already having a feeling on what she wanted
âYou donât have a tree correct?â She asks grinning making you shake your head âno it was on the listâ and she looks even more excited with you saying that âlook thereâs a 9ft tall tree on sale! You save $50â Paige says pointing at the tree sheâs talking about âbaby, that wonât fit in my apartment. â she looks like sheâs about to argue that statement making you speak again before she can âand did you look at the width? Thatâs most of my living room taken up by the tree. I didnât measure how tall of a tree we needed but I know my apartments not 9ft tall. Iâm sorry baby. Is there a smaller version of that tree or were you just wanting it because it was 9ft tall?â She just looks at you giving you your answer making you chuckle a little âsee if thereâs a tree you like better thatâs a little bit smaller, after that I think weâre done after we get the cookiesâ you tell her making her start looking down the aisles.
After her going back and forth between the two tree aisles for at least 10 minutes she walks back over to you with two trees making you look at her confused âJust hear me out alright? This one would be the âmainâ tree so it would go in the living room, itâs 6ft and a pink flocked one - you love pink and it would go with the gingerbread house vibes you are wanting. Then this one would go on the table in the door entry hallway, itâs 2ft and a regular flocked tree - it would give you the perfect mix of christmas wonderland and gingerbread houseâ Paige sayâs pointing to the trees sheâs talking about when describing them
âAlright put them in the cart. Thank you for coming with meâ you tell her as she starts doing what you told her to do âalwaysâ she says leaning over to you and giving you a kiss.
You guys end up putting a few more decorations in the cart before you guys make a pit stop at the clothing section, picking out matching pajamas. Once that was done you guys make your way to the fridge area getting pre-made cookie dough and milk then finally making your way to the checkout and leaving the store.
Right when you guys got home Paige set everything she was carrying in the living room makingâs you do the same, she then started digging through the bags until she found the milk,cookies, and pajamas. Handing you one of the sets âGo get dressed, Iâm gonna start the cookiesâ
You nod walking into the bedroom and getting dressed into the pajamas. While youâre in the bathroom thatâs connected to the bedroom, taking your makeup up off Paige enters the bedroom and starts changing into her pajamas. âI set an alarm for 15 minutes for the cookiesâ Paige says walking towards the bathroom after getting changed and leans against the door frame, watching you wash your face now. âOk. Iâll be done in a minute, you can start decorating.â You say rinsing off one of your face products âitâs fine, Iâll wait.â She says walking into the bathroom and wrapping her hands around your waist making you push yourself back into her âIâm not doing anything entertaining, you see that right?â You say with amusement in your voice that she would rather stand here watching you wash your face than start decorating for Christmas. âEverything you do is entertaining because youâre doing it.â Paige says rubbing your stomach âDid you start reading âthe dealâ?â You ask Paige suddenly lifting up and looking at Paige through the mirror âWhat? No?â She says almost defensively making you giggle and give her a look through the mirror âAlright! Alright! Fine you caught me! Youâre always talking about the series so I decided to borrow your books and see what the hype was about.â
âAwwww you love meâ you coo turning around in her grip after drying your face and wrapping your arms around the back of her neck âwas my love ever in question?â She says hugging you tighter into her chest ânoâ you smile âBut I think this might take the number one spot on my favorite romantic things youâve done for me now.â Paige rolls her eyes with a fond smile on her face âIâve done so many things and reading the book series you talked about takes the number 1 spot?â She asks amusingly, and you just nod making her shake her head and then lean in again and giving you a somewhat passionate kiss.
Itâs now been at least an hour and a half, the cookies have been baked and most of the house has been decorated, the tree is the only part left. You guys have Christmas music playing on the tv and have Christmas candles lit makings the environment seem very Christmasy.
After a lot of arguing over the tree pieces you both finally got it built and fluffed, ready to decorate now. You guys started with the lights and then put up the garland, now time for the ornaments - which honestly was the hardest part because you and paige both kept getting distracted by eating cookies and paige turned on a Christmas movie as background noise (movie as background noise never works)
But eventually you guys got back to work and finished putting the ornaments on the tree, once that was done you guys decided to clean up and then start doing some online shopping - cause why not?
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⧠âââ CHOKEHOLD ⧠âââ CW: CORSET, ORAL SEX (F.REC), FINGERING, DOM(?)!FELIX, UNPROTECTED SEX, SCRATCHING, G-SPOT STIMULATION, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CREAM PIE, ⧠âââ WC: 1.8K
     There wasnât always a war between the Solar and Lunar Kingdoms. Disagreements and minor issues here and there, yes. But only in the last few years did Y/nâs fatherâ the king of the Lunar Kingdomâdeem the Solar Kingdom their enemy. She remembered the night vividly.
     It was supposed to be a celebration in Spring court. One of two major territories that belonged to the Lunar Kingdom. It was the turn of the season. From winter to spring and all courtsâ Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumnâ were in attendance along with Solar and Lunar Kingdoms.Â
     Everything seemed fine the entire night. Dinner, socializing, and even dancing was fine. Or maybe she should have paid more attention. She was busy. It wasnât often she got to see the fae she was fated to.Â
     Between her responsibilities as princess and Felixâs responsibilities as prince and next in line for Solarâs throne, they didnât see much of each other except at formal events like this.Â
     âYou look gorgeous tonight,â Felix complimented as he danced with her. Having just switched partners from Jisung â the Duke of Autumn courtâ to Felix.Â
     âThank you,â Y/n smiledÂ
     âAny word from your father on Solarâs proposal?â Felix questioned
     âNo. I know he and my brother were discussing it. Donât know what the outcome was.â
     Both heirs werenât blind to the fact their kingdoms werenât entirely friends. Resources were always the main fight between them. Last time Felix had visited Y/nâ well her kingdom â on official business, he had mentioned to her that he proposed to his and her father and advisors that if the two heirs were to marry then the fighting would stop. Their realm could have peace.
     âHopefully itâs a good one,â Felix asked
     âI hope so too. Iâm tired of only seeing each other at events.â
     âWe should make the most of it then.â
     The two royals made their way out of the ballroom and walked down the halls of Spring Manor. Finding themselves out in the back garden, moonlight bathing them and blooming the spring flowers as the winter flowers fell from their stems.
     âDo you think we should have told our families about our fates?â Felix asked
     âNo, you know how my father is when anyone brings up fate,â Y/n responded
     âYeah. Even if I barely pay attention.â
     âBecause you distract easily.â
     âItâs easy to be distracted when youâre naked in my bed, princess.â
     âThen donât ask me those questions, prince.â
     Felix smiled as he stood in front of her, stopping them from their walk and holding her hips, âSpeaking of beds, is the Lunar princess staying in Spring Manor tonight?â
     âI am. I take it you are too?â
     âIndeed I am.â
     The two royals quickly made their way out of the garden, the south entrance of the manor closer and where her room was. The two quickly and quietly got to her room and locked the door.Â
     Felix cupped her face in his hands and pressed his warm lips to hers. Y/n smiled against his lips as she held his waist, slowly walking back to the bed. The prince turned then and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto his lap.
     âMissed you,â Y/n whispered against his lips
     âMissed you too,â Felix mumbled, hands moving to undo the corset of her dress, slowly pulling the strings loose.Â
     Y/n helped him pull her dress off before she stripped him of his suit. All materials of their formal wear falling to the floor or mattress behind them. Felix laid back with her on top before gently rolling her over, pinning her onto the mattress, and moving his lips down her neck and body
     âLix,â Y/n whined
     âBeen too long. Let me worship you for a while, princess.â
     Felix didnât let her get another word, kissing further down her torso and pulling her legs over his shoulders. Pretty lips wrapping around her clit, gently sucking on the bud and flicking it with his tongue. Y/n moaned as he held her thighs tight. Not daring to move them from his shoulders.Â
     âLix,â Y/n moaned as her fingers tangled in his blond hair. The prince made a small noise below but didnât let up, now on a mission.
     The prince took one hand off her thigh and slipped one finger into her. Y/n covered her mouth, hiding her moans from anybody who was maybe passing by. No one â except their advisors who handled their mailâ knew the two royals were together. No one in Y/nâs family knew about her secret relationship with the prince of Solar. She just hoped her father would accept his marriage proposal and he could believe the relationship was his choosing. All she hoped was one day sheâd wake up with Felix instead of cold beds after their rendezvous.Â
     The princess bit her lips and tipped her head back as her walls clenched around his finger. Felix hummed to himself in contempt as he felt her squeeze his finger. Slipping another finger in her she begged for more which seemed to do the job. Walls pulsing around his fingers as he lapped at her clit. Groaning and holding her down with one hand as her hips rocked against his face. He held her and kept rubbing all the right spots before she came on his fingers.Â
     Y/n arched her back against him as she rode out high before crashing against the mattress. Felix pulled away from her and cleaned off his fingers before hovering over her. Kissing her cheeks, âFeeling alright there princess?â he asked in his deep voice
     âMhm,â Y/n nodded as a chill ran down her spine. There always was one when he spoke to her in his deepest voice
     âDoes my needy princess need more or are you side for the night?â he asked her
     âMore,â Y/n begged
     âYou never need to beg. Just ask,â Felix reminded her as he sat back and wrapped her legs around his hips. Y/n looked down at the prince. Watching him push his blond hair out of his face and lined himself up at her entrance. Slowly pushing in and giving her as much time as she needed to get used to him again.Â
     Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her. âMissed you,â Y/n whispered as he slowly pulled back and pushed in
     âI missed you too.â Felix pressed his lips to hers again. His arms moved under her body and held her close to him. Hips moved skillfully, capturing her moans in his mouth as she captured his.Â
     âTake me back with you this time, please.â Y/n begged
     âI wish I could darling.â Felix groaned, hips picking up pace slightly.
     Y/n moaned as his tip just grazed that perfect spot inside her. âThere! Right there Lix.â
     Felix acknowledged her words and shifted his position just a little to push further in and hit that spot inside her where she begged to be hit. Pushing her legs up just a bit more as well. His hands slid under her thighs to do so. The princess gasped when the position hit right where she needed him. Her hands moved down his back before her nails were crawling back up. Eliciting a deep groan from him and cursing under his breath.
     Y/n smiled to herself at his reaction before the thought left her head and focused back on how the prince was making her feel. Pushing her further into pleasure before her whole body was consumed with it.Â
     âFuck,â Felix groaned as she clenched around him, riding out her second orgasm.
     He waited until he felt her unclench and sink into the mattress before he sat up a bit more and pushed her legs down just a bit more, thrusting into her as fast as he could. Her moans and whines helping him get off quicker. Pushing deep into her and letting his cum paint her walls.Â
     He gave himself a few seconds before pulling her legs down to pulled out of her. Felix gave her a quick kiss on her lips before making his way to the ensuite bathroom she had and grabbed a cloth to clean her up and then discarded it in the bathroom before climbing into the bed with her. Pulling the covers over them.Â
     âI want to wake up like this,â Y/n grumbled as she wrapped her arms around the princeâs waistÂ
     âSo do I darling,â Felix sighed and kissed the top of her head.
     Both knew they couldnât. Who knows what would happen if someone found them in their position.Â
     So many days they wished and wrote how they wanted to wake up next to the other. No more sneaking around. Felix himself was trying to do everything in his power to make that dream a reality. At this point, he didnât care if it hurt him or he lost sleepâ which he most certainly hadâ over it.Â
     He would give anything in the realm to have her by his side. Even giving up his throne.Â
     Y/n had paid so much attention to her lover that she had completely dismissed her family. She never saw her father talking to Felixâs father. Nor the building temper he had before leaving the ballroom. Now back home she watched soldiers in the courtyard prepare for war. Her father and brother in front of them.Â
     âYou got a letter,â Seungmin, her personal advisor, alerted her.
     âFrom him?â Y/n asked, grabbing the folded paper from his hands. Seeing Felixâs signature stamp.Â
     âWhy would I hand it straight to you otherwise?â
     She quickly read through the letter. Solar was preparing for war too. He would be heading Solarâs front with his advisor â Chan. Worry quickly building in her gut. She had overheard her father and brother talking about the future king leading the front line and she knew just how Minho fought. Sheâd seen him practice and heard how the guards spoke about his skills.Â
     Scared for her lovers like she started forming the later in her head as she quickly walked to her room, Stringing following not far behind.Â
     âI should warn you itâs going to be hard to get the letter out. Your fathers talking about refusing any mail in or out of the kingdom. Only allowing messages from allies?â Seungmin warned herÂ
      As far as she knew, the costs were still up in area about the war, almost refusing to pick a side. But she has overheard her brother and Jisung of Autumn court discussing troops to send from autumn court to the kingdom.
     âFuck,â She cursed under her breath
     âLanguage, princess,â Seungmin teased her
     âI am not in the mood for the reading right now, Kim Seungmin,â Y/n warned him
     âApologies.â
     âDo whatever you can to get my letters to Felix, understood? I donât care if you're going behind my father and brothers back.â
     âUnderstood.â
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Miko said nothing else but the thought of what they said at the end..it was scary. Seems they were always serious in their work. Maybe they been hearing the crazy stories from Gojo on their adventures? Even so, it was something.....
However, she blinks to look up.
"By the way, have you seen the group chat? Mr.Kame invited us to the reopening and we can do a sleepover at Zilla's Mega Pizzaplex. The animatronics are repaired and are doing great! Also Kazuma is going to get out next month as he is now on probation thanks to his cooperation with the police and with us." Kisho informs her.
"Want to come?"
"Group chat?" Miko looks down remember Anaconda was trying to get her attention but she saw Dennis reach into her pocket of her hoodie to see him holding it. She checks her phone after thanking him as Dennis happily relaxed in her hold.
Kisho - [ Guys! Guess what? The pizzaplex is back and open! Mr. Kame wants to invite us back to the pizzaplex for a sleepover. You guys in? ]
Yuji ((Is it!? Well, that would be cool if we did so yeah I'm in!! XD))
Nobara ((Count me in. I hope we get a proper sleepover this time. :3))
Yuria((I'm in! <3))
Hana ((I LOVE SLEEPOVERS! I'M IN!))
She saw those then noticed some from Kisho himself:
Kisho - [ Miko? Are you there? ]
[ Miko? You there? Where are you? ]
"Hmm..I didn't know this was you guys speaking the group chat. I was with the Higher ups at the time you texted me this......I couldn't answer it after I was done. So I'm sorry about that." she sighed to close her eyes but lowers her phone when hearing Kazuma was going to be out next month and was on probation due to him helping the police and them.
"T..that's good for him. I know he is happy from that." she smiled softly at the thought. Now for the question of the sleepover.
"Well....it is good to hear that the Pizzaplex is opening up again and hearing that everything is good.....I guess it wouldn't hurt to go. So s..sure, I will go too.."
Miko blinks but she looks at him hearing what he said and of the Higher-ups. Looking at him she then thinks while holding Dennis. "D..don't worry I'm okay. Just tried and all and I already gave my report t..to them." she mutters but Anaconda was by her feet while looking up happy to Kisho and Eito.
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December 23rd
December Masterlist
Masterlist
Azriel had moved you to his bedroom in the House of Wind after you had fallen asleep. You remembered being picked up and shushed back to sleep, but you donât remember being brought to his room.
He slept soundly beside him. He snored a little. Azriel only snored when he felt exhausted, so you decided to let him sleep for as long as he needed.
You got his shadows to help you out of his arms so that he didnât wake up, before you moved into the kitchen.
It was cookie time.
With the help of the shadows you first mixed sugar and brown sugar, before you added flour, vanilla and eggs. In the end you mixed in chopped hazelnuts and dark chocolate.
You scooped out over 50 small cookies and baked them in the oven. In the meanwhile, you started on the presents.
Rhys had given you one of Feyreâs favorite dresses. It had three small holes. It didnât take you long to saw all of them. It looked good as new.
You remembered the dress the second you saw it. Rhysâ mother had used you as a model to make it.
After that, you moved on to an apron. It was Elainâs and you decided to embroider flowers on it. Just like the flowers of you made on the dresses of the dolls Nick and his elves made.
Thatâs what you were doing when Nesta walked in.
âYouâve been busy,â she said. âCan I try one?â
You picked up one of the cookies that had cooled down and gave it to her. She took a bite and smiled.
âThese are so good! You know, the boys tried to make these. They werenât half as good as yours.â
You could imagine Azriel and Cassian baking together and the mess they would make. The thought made you happy.
âWhatâs the deal with the cookies? Iâve heard youâre very set on making these all of December.â
You smiles again as memories of your mother filled your mind.
âI grew up in Windhaven too. We werenât very well off. I was lucky enough to be able to eat dinner with Rhys and his mother most days, but I remember going to bed hungry often. However, in the month of December my mother had been saving for many months to make sure be had money for sugar, eggs, nuts and chocolate. We would make cookies on the 1st of December. The recipe made about 20 cookies, but we made them so small that he had at least 42. Then, we would eat one each every day until Winter Solstice. And if we had more than 42, my father would get the rest.â
It was your fondest memory from your mother. That was one of the many reasons to why you loved Winter Solstice.
âYou really loved your mother, didnât you?â
âYes, she was the best. She always supported me.â
âShe died when you were young, didnât she? Do you mind me asking what happened?â
âUnlike most fae, my mother didnât have the best health. She was sick from a very young age. She got worse and worse from the time I turned sixteen. She passed as I turned 19. She got a very short life for fae standards, as she was only 64 as she died. But she got to meet Azriel and that means a lot.â
You and Nesta ended up speaking for quite a while. You spoke about everything: mates, food, books and training.
âOoo, it smells sooo good,â Cassianâs strong voice boomed through the kitchen as he walked in.
He stumped towards the cookies, but you slapped his hand away before he managed to touch one.
âCauldron, Cass. You have to wash your hands first!â
He turned to you and you expected to see his annoyed face, but he only smiled at you. He threw himself on you with a hug.
âOh, Iâve missed you,â he said.
You gave him a cookie and he and Nesta went out to train.
You had finished presents for Feyre and Elain and moved on to Amren and Nesta. You were going to make two different things, but the way to make them were similar. You needed to knit a rectangle and fold it into a book cover for Nesta and a jewelry holder for Amren.
You picked a thicker yarn so that the knitting would be quicker. Then you would sew a piece of fabric on the inside of both of them.
You had just begun when you were covered in shadows. You almost expected Azriel to arrive soon after, but the humming feeling in your chest told you he was still sleeping. The shadows had been following you the entire morning, but right now they were actually holding your entire body.
So you decided to put the shadows to work.
âSo you push that needle into this hoop, then you twist the yarn around and flip up the hoop over the yarn twisted around the needle,â you said as you showed the shadows how to knit.
You sat together and knitted and it was surprisingly fun. They would pull your hair once a while because they had lost a stitch or done something else wrong, but they did a great job.
Azriel woke up and was ready to pull you tighter towards him.
But you werenât there.
Panic immediately filled his chest. Had he been dreaming? Why werenât you there? He looked at the time. It was eleven. He must have been sick or hurt.
âKitchen,â his shadows told him.
Azriel threw on a shirt and ran to the kitchen. Relief filled his body as he saw you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and took in your scent.
âI didnât mean to worry you,â you told him.
You must have felt his emotions through the bond.
âItâs okay, just, please wake me next time,â he said and kissed your head.
Thatâs when he noticed his shadows. His shadows were feared creatures. They often killed or tortured with him. And people ran away in fear from just a sight of them.
But now, they were knitting.
âYou taught them to knit?â
âOf course!â
Azriel couldnât help all the emotions that filled his heart. It was ridiculous, but very cute at the same time.
âYouâre cute,â he told you with a new kiss.
The two of you had moved into the living room. Azriel sat and read some reports, while you sewed with your legs in his lap. It was fire in the fireplace and hot chocolate stood on the table.
It was so calm and peaceful.
You were working on sewing the jewelry holder for Amren, when you pricked your finger with the needle.
âOuch,â you said softly and put your thumb into your mouth. The metallic taste of blood hit your tongue.
You had pricked yourself with needles extremely many times. It became something you almost didnât notice happened. So you started sewing again.
However, you were filled with a bunch of anxiety. As you looked up at Azriel he looked extremely worried.
He reached for your hand and brushed carefully over your thumb.
âYouâre bleeding,â he said. His eyebrows were furrowed.
âAz,â you said. âIâm okay. Itâs okay. Donât worry.â
You moved away your sewing and held Azriel into your chest. His shaky breath told you he was crying. You realized that your blood definitely had triggered something.
âShhh,â you kissed his head. âIâm here, my shadow. Iâm not going anywhere. Iâm safe. It was just a small needle. Iâm safe in your protection.â
He calmed down more and more the more you spoke. He looked up at you with eyes that were just a little puffier than before. You kissed his forehead and held him a little longer.
Eventually, he started reading again and you moved over to Cassianâs present. You repaired some of his leathers. You finished both his pants and shirt and made sure they were sturdy enough to last him a long time.
For Mor, you begun making a fabric purse with a smaller compartment for makeup, a place holder for a drink and a bigger compartment for anything. The bad was almost finished when you started. You had started it before you got kidnapped. Picking it up again felt bittersweet. Let just say that both you and Azriel crying once again when you brought it out.
âItâs getting quite late, dear,â Azriel said as he held his hand out. He pulled you out of the couch and made the way to the bedroom.
His shadows were swirling lazily around you, but not in a sleepy manner. You moved your hand over to his back and drew a line down his entire back. His wing twitched just a little.
You knew very well what you were doing.
As you closed the door to the bedroom, you kissed him passionately. You moved to kiss down to his neck and ear. He let out a soft sigh. You locked eyes with his gentle hazel eyes and suddenly all you could think of was him.
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training partners (pt. 16)
summary: an article comes out about you and your relationship with hugh while he's away and you know just exactly who it was. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: reader's insecurities come back, brief mention of physical abuse (not with hugh!), mention of age gap, implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), no use of y/n. word count: 2.8k a/n: so... jack is back y'all and we've got a few more parts left of this story, so stay tuned! as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part.
Hughâs been gone for a couple of weeks now and you both manage to create a routine to speak with each other every day, depending on the time zone that heâs in. He continues to send you photos of where heâs been, wishing that you were with him, but despite the distance, it never does feel like heâs away. Hugh makes sure that you know that youâre his priority and you never have to second guess what heâs doing or where heâs at because heâs always communicating with you.
Youâll send him a text every morning you wake up, counting down the days until he gets home. You spend most of your time either editing, at a photoshoot, or working out with your personal trainer. It helps to keep yourself busy because the home you now share with Hugh is just too big for you alone. You miss his presence, miss his touch, falling asleep and waking up in his arms.Â
You miss him.Â
Today, though, you have nothing planned and you know Hugh has a day off from press so you decide to give him a call through FaceTime. Heâs in Brazil, which just happens to be only two hours ahead. Dialing his number, youâre sitting out on the balcony, eating your dinner while watching the sun set. This still doesnât feel real, like one day youâre going to wake up and realize it was all just a dream.Â
You hear his voice and then look down to see him through your phone, your entire face lighting up at the sight of him. You prop your phone against your water bottle and take another bite of pasta as you bring a leg up on the seat.Â
âHey, baby,â he says with a smile. âWhatcha eating?âÂ
âMade some pasta,â you answer, showing him your bowl. âEating out on the balcony, watching the sunset. Wish you were here though.âÂ
âI know,â Hugh sighs. âWish I was there too. Just two more weeks, baby, then Iâll be home.â
You nod and then set your fork down, turning your entire attention on the man through your screen. âJust two more weeks,â you repeat. âHowâs it going so far?â
âItâs been so much fun,â he answers. âRyan likes to bring you up in every conversation we have almost daily,â Hugh chuckles. âSays you should be here with us, with me⊠and I agree with him.â
You laugh quietly and shake your head. âWe both know that if you had it your way, Iâd have gone with you.â
âWellâŠâ Hugh smiles, leaning back against the bed that heâs lying on. âI did say you should come with me.â
âYou know, usually the honeymoon phases out by nowâŠâ you tease. âI think youâre obsessed with me, Hugh Jackman.âÂ
He laughs quietly, turning to lie on his side instead as he keeps the phone facing him. He is so enamored with you, that even through a simple FaceTime call, he can feel the amount of love he has for you. Youâre so beautiful, the sunset casting a glow around you.Â
âOh, Iâm obsessed with you, huh?âÂ
âOh yeah,â you grin. âWhat is it about me, hm?âÂ
âEverything,â he answers honestly. âI canât just pick one thing, baby.âÂ
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you wrap an arm around your leg and rest your chin on your knee. âStill the smooth talker, I see.âÂ
Hugh rolls his eyes playfully. âIâm just tellinâ the truth.â
âI love you,â you blurt out instead.
His eyes light up â heâd never get tired of hearing you say those words. âI love you too, baby.â
âYou know, the house feels so empty without you,â you admit. âI donât know how you lived here all by yourself.â
âIt was hard,â Hugh answers. âKept myself busy most of the time, but youâ youâve made it a home. A place where I want to spend most of my days at, as long as youâre there.âÂ
âWhen you say things like that, it makes me want to kiss you. So, what am I supposed to do if you arenât here?â you smile.Â
âUse your imagination,â he teases.Â
âAh, so I guess Iâll just have to entertain myself.â
Hughâs gaze darkens as he shakes his head. âDonât you dare tease me.â
âOr what? Youâre not here,â you grin mischievously, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.Â
âGuess youâll find out when I get home then, wonât you?âÂ
âFine,â you huff. âMy fingers and toy arenât the same anyway.âÂ
âYâYou have a toy?âÂ
You giggle. âActually bought one a couple of days ago. Figured we could try it out together when you get back.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah,â you grin excitedly.Â
Hugh groans. âTwo more weeks⊠just two more weeks.âÂ
You laugh to yourself and then tilt your head, eyes staring at the screen. You wish you could reach out to him, to feel his strong arms around you. âGot a full day of interviews tomorrow?âÂ
Hugh nods. âYeah, but you know Iâll make time to give you a call.â
âI know, Hugh,â you smile. âBut itâs fine if you donât, you know. I know youâre busy andââ
âYou know I canât go a day without talking to you, baby,â Hugh interrupts. âIâm never too busy for you.âÂ
âI know, I justââ you sigh. âJust donât want you to feel like you have to talk to me if youâre tired.â
âNever,â he answers. âNever too tired to talk to you. Iâm already miserable without you here. If I donât get to talk to you every day, I think Iâd lose my mind.âÂ
âOkay, Hugh,â you nod. âMy perfect man.â
He chuckles and rolls his eyes. âHopefully only perfect for you.âÂ
âOh, I think youâre it,â you admit with a smile.Â
âYeah?â he grins. âYou mean that?âÂ
âOh yeah,â you nod. âSo donât go and break my heart, okay?â
âI donât ever plan to, baby,â he answers. âBecause I think youâre it for me too.â
âYeah, I wish you were here,â you sigh. âThis would be a perfect moment to kiss you.â
Hugh chuckles. âI love you, baby.â
âI love you too. Just two more weeks,â you repeat. âThen youâre all mine.â
âOh, I canât wait. Weâre not leaving the house for a week, at least,â he winks.
âWhat did you have in mind we do for an entire week?â you ask innocently.Â
âI think itâd be better to show you when I get back,â he grins.Â
âWell, I canât wait,â you smile. âYou should probably get some rest, Hugh. Iâll talk to you tomorrow?â
Hugh nods. âYes, baby. Iâll give you a call tomorrow. I love you.â
âI love you too. Good night, Hugh.â
âNight, baby. Sweet dreams.âÂ
âIâll be dreaming of you,â you wink.
âGood because Iâll be dreaming of you too.â
â
A week later, youâre sitting on the bed re-reading the story about your relationship with Hugh in a well-known online published article. You can feel tears stinging your eyes, can feel your hands tremble as you read every single untrue word.
They call you a gold digger due to the age gap.Â
They say that youâre too ugly to be with someone like Hugh.Â
They say that Hughâs only having fun with you.Â
That the relationship isnât serious.Â
That youâre not enough.Â
That heâs going to realize that he deserves better than a nobody like you.Â
And the words stay with you because it all sounds so familiar. Youâve heard it before and thereâs a dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realize who might be behind this article.Â
An article thatâs now gaining more and more traction. You shouldnât have googled Hughâs name because all you can see in the search results are different variations of the same article. With your name plastered all over.Â
Youâre only with him for his money.Â
The age gap is too ridiculous and Hughâs just messing around after his divorce.Â
Youâre not enough.Â
Youâre not enough.Â
Youâre not enough.Â
You finally toss your phone aside and curl into the sheets, eyes staring out the large window. Youâve never felt more alone than you did now. You can hear your phone ringing but you donât bother trying to answer it; you just want to disappear and you certainly canât call Hugh.Â
You canât tell him; heâs already got other things to worry about.Â
Your tears trickle down your cheeks and stain your pillow as your breathing picks up. The article brings up a lot of feelings that youâve tried so hard to work through because you know whoâs behind it.Â
Jack.
Itâs always going to be Jack. He just canât leave you alone. Despite him being the one to end the relationship and the one who has verbally and physically abused you, heâs still acting like youâre the one who hurt him.Â
It just seems like he canât let you go, like he still has to have some control over you.Â
Your phone goes off again and you turn around to grab it, seeing Hughâs contact on your screen. You donât answer, afraid that heâs going to tell that somethingâs wrong so instead, you send him a quick text to let him know that youâre busy editing and that youâd call him back once youâre finished.Â
Itâs a lie and you hate lying to him, but you canât tell him the truth. You canât tell him that thereâs rumors about you, about your relationship with him and how you want (and need) him so badly to be here.Â
He reads your message, but instead of sending a reply, he just calls you again. You donât answer, letting it go straight to voicemail. He doesnât leave a message, but you see that heâs begun typing â the three dots appearing on your text thread with him.Â
Four simple words. He texts four simple words that make your heart ache even more: Youâre lying. Call me.Â
With a heavy sigh, you wipe your tears away and then begin to dial his number. It barely rings once before he answers the phone, his voice immediately coming on the other end of the speaker. Â
âYou saw it,â he says.Â
âYeah.â You donât need him to clarify what heâs referring to because you know exactly what heâs talking about.Â
âI know youâre not okay, so donât tell me that you are.âÂ
âWell, what else am I supposed to say, Hugh?âÂ
âThe truth,â he answers.Â
âWhat good will that do? Youâre not here.âÂ
You hear him sigh. His voice sounds tired. âBaby, please. Justââ
âIt was Jack,â you interrupt.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âThe article. It was Jack. Itâs gotta be.â Your voice trembles. âIâll be fine andââ
âIâm coming home,â Hugh says.Â
âYou have one more week left of press.â
âI donât care. You matter more. Iâm coming home,â he repeats.Â
âHughââ
âNo,â he interrupts. âDonât defend him again. You shouldnât even be defending him.âÂ
âIâm not.â
âThen tell me whatâs on your mind!â He raises his voice and your eyes fall shut, gripping the phone close to your ear. You know that heâs frustrated at being so far from you, for allowing you to deal with this all by yourself. He should be there with you. He needs to be there with you. âIâm sorry, baby. I justâ Fuck, I feel helpless here.âÂ
âWell, Iâm feeling helpless too,â you admit. âThat article⊠Those rumors, maybe some of them are true. Maybe you do deserve better than me.âÂ
âStop.â Hugh sighs. âYou know thatâs not true.âÂ
âYouâre you and Iâm just⊠Iâm just me.âÂ
You can hear ruffling on the other end of the phone and when he goes to speak again, his voice sounds more distant, like heâs not holding the phone directly to his ear anymore. âIâm coming home. I already told Ryan and Shawn.âÂ
âHugh,â you sigh. âBaby, please.âÂ
âNo,â he says. âDonât you think that article hurts me too?â
âBâ Because of your reputation? Because of what it says about you?âÂ
âNo,â he sighs. âBecause of what it says about you. Itâs not fucking true. None of it is, and it hurts me because I know that itâs hurting you. So, yes, Iâm coming home so that I can be there with you.â Â
You donât answer because you finally feel yourself begin to break down. You put the phone on speaker and set it aside, burying your face into your hands as you let out an inaudible sob.Â
âBaby?â
âDonât come home,â you finally answer. âLet meâ Let me handle this on my own. Let me work through this on my own. Please, Hugh.âÂ
âBaby,â Hugh sighs. âI canâtââ
âHugh, I need to do this for myself. Please, can you do that for me?âÂ
âI donât want to,â he answers.Â
âI know, but you need to.âÂ
âI can hear you crying, baby.âÂ
âIt just hurts. All of it, but I can do this,â you sniffle. You want so badly to just feel his arms around you.Â
Hugh sighs in defeat. âI love you,â he whispers quietly. âSo much, okay?âÂ
âI know,â you answer with a slightly trembling voice. âI know you do.â
âI wonât come home today, but I will be home by the end of the week. Can we come to that compromise?âÂ
âYeah,â you answer. âI think thatâs okay.âÂ
âYou know youâre the best person Iâve ever met, right?â Hugh asks. âYouâre kind, thoughtful, considerate⊠so passionate and I love everything about you. Flaws and all.âÂ
âEven when I get into my own head andââ
âYes,â he interrupts. âAnd I wish that you can see what I see in you, what everyone sees in you.âÂ
You shut your eyes and imagine him there with you, arms wrapped around your frame, lips near your ear as he whispers. You lie on your side and wrap the sheets further around your frame as you keep the phone on speaker.Â
âIâm sorry Iâm brokenâŠâ
âBaby,â he sighs. âYouâre not broken, and you shouldnât be apologizing. Someone who you trusted, who you loved, hurt you over and over again. He manipulated you, took advantage of you andââ he has to stop himself from talking because he can feel himself getting angrier and angrier. âJack never deserved your love. He never deserved you.âÂ
âHughâŠâ you whisper. âI love you.â His words awakens something inside of you, something that you never thought existed. You thought you had done a lot of reflection on your relationship with Jack, but you never looked at it from your perspective in this way. You always wondered what you could have done differently, what you could have changed about yourself that it wasnât until you met Hugh that you realized the issue was never you.Â
It was Jack.Â
And it will always be Jack.Â
âIâll be home soon, okay?â Hugh sighs. âI love you, baby.â
âI love you too, Hugh,â you sigh. âMore than you ever know.âÂ
âIâm one lucky man, Iâll tell you.â He replies.Â
You bite your lower lip and take your phone off speaker to bring it close to your ear instead. âIâll call you later?â You ask.Â
âYeah, baby. Iâll be here.âÂ
âGot another full day of press?â
He sighs. âI have time for you. Always will.âÂ
âYou sure?âÂ
âPositive, baby.âÂ
â
For the rest of the day, you steer clear from your phone and laptop. The only time youâd reach for it is to respond to a text from Hugh or from your trainer. You distract yourself by watching movies, but even in the living room, youâre missing Hughâs presence.Â
The movies only do so much for so long when your mind begins to drift to Jack. For the longest time, youâve tried so hard to ignore it, to just move on without ever reflecting on just how toxic that relationship was for you. It was easier to just forget, but when he decided to force himself back into your life, you realized just how many unresolved emotions lay dormant.Â
You can still vividly feel his fist connecting with your cheek, can feel his entire body weight behind the punch. You should have left him then, shouldnât have even let it go that far, and you wished you had a good enough reason why you didnât leave.Â
Part of it was because Jack had made you believe that no one would ever want you if you did decide to leave on your own⊠and he would tell you how worthless you were over and over and over again to a point that you started to believe it.Â
But him ending the relationship had been the one of the best things to ever happen to you. You know that you still have so much to work through, but youâre no longer the same woman you were when you were still with Jack.Â
You try to remind yourself of that. Jack doesnât have authority over you anymore (and he never should have). He never should have laid his hands on you. Never should have repeatedly put you down with his words.Â
And youâre tired of letting him get away with it. Youâre tired of letting him win.
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The secret is out (Aaron Hotchner x fem!BAU!reader)
summary: You and Hotch have been dating for half a year in secret. When the team decides it's time to help Spencer ask you out during the Christmas dinner you host for them, Hotch realizes that it might be time to tell the truth.
note: Takes place after Hotch's divorce, but before Haley's death.
The whole Christmas dinner is the result of a chain reaction. You invited Penelope, who invited Derek, who invited Spencer, who invited JJ, who invited Emily, who invited Dave, and finally, Dave invited Hotch. And to make things worse, this time there is a planâthe plan to help Spencer make the first move and finally ask you out.Â
When Dave tells Hotch about it in the car on the way to the dinner, he smiles and acts like itâs adorable. Normally, it would be exactly that. They all love Spencer, they all want him to be happy, but considering Hotch only left your apartment this morning, he isnât the right person to ask for help with this. This only makes him wonder if you should make your relationship official, if you should tell the team that the two of you have been seeing each other for over half a year now.Â
âThe early birds,â you say with a warm smile when you open the door and let them inside.
Dave glances down at his watch for a brief moment, then, as he walks past you, he speaks up. âI guess it means weâre the first ones.â When you hum in agreement, he stops and turns to look at the other man. âI told you weâre gonna be way too early.â
It takes every ounce of willpower not to tell him it wasnât his idea to come together. Heâs here exactly when he wanted to arrive, itâs not his fault that Dave decided to tag along. With a forced smile, he shrugs and shows you the two bottles of wine he brought as a gift. âIs there a wine cooler somewhere?â he asks casually.
You close the closet where you put their coats, then turn back to nod. âMy parents love wine, so of course they have one,â you reply with a short laugh. âNot like they were alcoholics, they just⊠you know.â Hotch has to fight hard to keep his emotions in check, but you notice. You always notice. âOh, sure, Iâll lead the way,â you say, signaling him to follow you.Â
Since you made sure Dave was occupied with the photos in the living room, you quickly take the bottles from Hotch to put them in the cooler, then return to him with a seductive smile. âI missed you.â He leans closer, his lips almost touching yours as he speaks, knowing perfectly well this most probably makes your heart rate jump. âIâm sorry, Dave insisted on coming with me.â
âItâs okay,â you assure him with a loving smile.
These are one of those rare occasions when Hotch can loosen up, getting lost in the moment, so he doesnât hesitate to close the gap and kiss you gently, letting his arm sneak around your waist as he pulls you closer. He knows he has to warn you, and he knows you should know how he feels about that plan, but itâs so good to have you like this again. Youâre like a drug, and he loves the high you give him, and each time he tastes your lips, he just knows you should make your relationship official.
As stupid as it is, he wants to let everyone know that youâre his, he wants to mark his territory, and if he has to face the wrath of his team for hiding something like this, so be it. Because whenever he sees you interact with his son, he knows this is what he wants, and not just with Jack, but with a child thatâs yours entirely. This is whatâs been on his mind lately, and the thought is driving him crazy.
âThereâs something I want to discuss with you,â he speaks up as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear.
But before he could go on, you hear Dave clear his throat in the door, and when you both turn to look at him, heâs watching you with a knowing smile. âI wanted to tell Hotch we left the gifts in the car, but I guess Iâll bring them in myself since heâs busy at the moment,â he announces teasingly.Â
Hotch lets you go and takes a step closer to his colleague. âDave, I can explain,â he says, knowing he should give an explanation. After all, heâs your boss, youâre a lot younger, and he just agreed to help Spencer ask you out a good half an hour ago. It probably doesnât look good from the outside.Â
Smiling, Dave shoves his hands into his pockets. âNo need to explain, Iâve seen enough. The best you can do now is laying your cards on the table when weâre all together. Spencer really likes her, and tonight everyone will be doing their best to get them together. Just be honest,â he tells the two of you, then turns around to leave the house.
You wrap your arms around his body and bury your face into his chest, and he lets out a sigh before placing a kiss on the top of your head. âHeâs right, we need to tell them,â he says softly, leaning back just enough to look you in the eye.Â
âOkay,â you agree weakly.Â
For a few moments you watch him with those big, doe eyes, which brings back his earlier thoughts. âThereâs something I want to tell you before Dave returns,â he begins, his voice carrying the kind of uncertainty and vulnerability that he only allows to have around you. When you hum to make him continue, he exhales slowly to prepare himself. âI would like to have another child. With you.â
At first, you donât react at all, as if the statement completely froze your brain. But then you slowly blink at him, your lips slightly parting as you take a breath. âA baby?â you ask quietly, earning a nod in response.Â
âI know we havenât been together for that long, but I know that I love you. Sure, we donât have to start the baby project right away, I understand if youâre not ready,â he assures you.
A sweet smile slowly appears on your lips as you stand on your toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. âI love you too, Aaron. And maybe having a little kid together isnât such a bad idea,â you say kindly. But then the sweet smile shifts into a wicked one. âCan you stay the night? I hate to be alone in this stupidly big house, and I think Iâll be too lazy to drive home after dinner.âÂ
Thereâs something else, something youâre not telling him, and it takes him a moment to realize what it is. âOh, wait, you meanâŠ? Tonight?â he asks, unable to hide the confusion that slowly mixes with excitement.Â
With an adorable giggle, you take his hand and lace your fingers. âWhy not? Unless you have better plans,â you add, looking up at him through your lashes.Â
âIf youâre serious about this, I wonât have better plans until we have a positive test,â he states before kissing you again.
âI think theyâre looking for glasses in the kitchen.â
Hotch is quick to step away from you, grateful that Dave gave you a chance to find an excuse for being there alone. So, without much hesitation, you point at a cabinet and then move to another where your parents keep the coffee mugs. He takes out enough glasses for everyone, then heads to the dining room with them. He can see JJ and Dave discussing something, and she flashes a smile at him when their eyes meet.
âSheâs in the kitchen?â JJ asks him, to which he replies with a nod. âIâll see if she needs more help then.â
When she disappears, Hotch stands in front of Dave with an uncertain look on his face. âThanks for the warning. We discussed this whole thing, and weâll tell the team once everyoneâs here. This is for the best,â he says.Â
The other man lets out a short breath with an amused smile, but he doesnât say a wordânot yet. But then, at the moment they hear a car stopping, followed by the sound of a cheerful conversation, he finally opens his mouth to speak. âYouâll have to talk to HR about this.â Hotch nods. Heâs painfully aware of that conversation. âBut you both look happy, and if youâre both happy, Iâm happy too.â
A sigh of relief escapes his lips upon hearing this. Itâs good. You have at least one person in your corner.Â
Within a matter of seconds the remaining guests appear, smiling happily as they balance the wrapped gifts in their hands. Once the newcomers settle down, Hotch shepherds everyone into the living room, deciding that this is the perfect time to make the announcement, before the little schemers set their plan into motion. You look a little uncertain, but he doesnât want to let you feel like that. He stands next to you, but he avoids physical contact for now.Â
âThereâs something I wanted to tell you all before we sit down to eat up all the food our generous host prepared,â he begins, and out of the corner of his eye he can see you roll your eyes. âYou know me, you know I usually respect the regulations, but a few months ago I crossed a line I shouldnât have. Donât get me wrong, I donât regret it, and I donât want to stop after this conversation weâre having now. I just wanted you to all know that we started to date a few months ago,â Hotch says as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer.Â
Surprise, surprise, a little more surprise, and then thereâs the look of betrayal on Spencerâs face. He avoids your gaze, and he doesnât look at his boss either, but thatâs okay, he didnât expect him to start cheering. This might be tough for him, but heâll get over it for sure. But the others soon turn supportive; they start to tease them, they come up with jokes, and some even begin to dig deeper to get some more details out of you two. You quickly loosen up enough to answer them, but Hotch doesnât let you do the talking alone, heâs staying by your side the whole time to support you.Â
Youâre a little team of two now. Hopefully, youâll be the mother of his youngest child in the future. Itâs his duty to always protect you.
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Help With The Curriculum Pt 4
Agatha x Rio x Reader
Word count: 4.2k
Notes: Smut, choking, fingering, cunnulingus, daddy!kink, mommy!kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, edging, mentions of overstimulation, begging degradation, praise
Summary: Rio gets herself a chance with you and Agatha. The only caveat is that she has to follow instructions and even then, she might not get a reward.
An: The Ao3 curse hit me, but part 4 (potentially last part) is here, hope you like it.
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âY/n, wake up.â
You groan, snuggling further into Agathaâs warmth. She chuckles a bit, scratching the top of your head.
âBaby, you have to let me get up. I have to go home.â
That only causes you to hold her tighter, âNo.â
She sighs, âI have class later, I have to go home to change.â
âWear mine,â you mumble against her collarbone.
âYouâd love seeing me in your clothes, wouldnât you?â
You pull away from her and wipe your eyes, âWhat time is it?â
â6 am.â
You shake your head, âWeâre college professors, 6am is high school teacher hours Agatha.â
âWell, I need time to go home and get ready. Someone didnât want to let me go last night,â she gets up, causing you to sit up right in your bed.
âIt was late, and besides your legs couldâve given out on the way over,â you tease her.
Agatha rolls her eyes, âFunny, Iâll see you on campus.â
âWait,â you get out of bed clumsily, she laughs at your movements. âLet me walk you out.â
âAdorable.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever,â you lead her to your front door.
âI have a gap around 2, if you want to do lunch?â She suggests and you nod.
âIâd like that,â you smile at her.
âText me your order, Iâll pick it up,â she says and for a moment it feels like youâre both prolonging the goodbye.
You kiss her sweetly, not really wanting to stop, âYou need to go before I take you back to my bedroom.â
You push her lightly out of the door. She starts walking to her car, but she turns back half way just to blow you a kiss. A small chuckle escapes you before you shoo her away with one last movement of your hand. You wait for her to drive off before going back inside your home.
Since you were awake so early you decided to make breakfast and get ready for work. By the time you were dressed and finished eating it was time for you to go.
Today was the day of the exam, so it was going to be relatively easy for you. You arrive to your classroom a bit early to make sure everything is set for the exam.
âExam days always seem to drag on forever,â you lift your head at the sound of her voice.
âProfessor Vidal, what do you want?â Your voice is dry when you speak to her.
âThink I made that quite obvious yesterday,â she stalks her way over to your desk.
âAnd why would I reward such a brat?â
She puts her hands behind her back and tilts her head. Her eyes get big and glossy, âBut Iâm a good girl.â
You could see why Agatha would easily cave in to the woman. She is hot; her body is damn near perfect and her beauty is undeniable.
âNo you aren't, because here you are begging me like a needy slut. When we both know you should be talking to Agatha, instead,â you give her a pointed look.
âShe doesn't want me anymore,â you hear a vulnerability that you aren't sure she meant to convey.
âWho said that?â
Rio frowns, âShe did, literally yesterday. She told me to move on.â
You sigh taking a bit of pity on the woman, âListen Rio, your problem is that you push too far. Agatha can't handle you being a brat all of the time. I don't think she wanted to end things with you, but if you're never going to listen to her, what's the point?â
âAnd you listen to her?â
You nod, âOf course, I listen to her, she listens to me.â
Rio focuses on the ground, âShe listens to you. She never let me- I wanted to be in control sometimes.â
You cross your arms leaning back against the chair, âSounds like a reward. I wonder if you could earn it, somehow?â
It's Rioâs turn to sigh, âI need to talk to her, don't I?â
You nod, âI think itâd benefit you.â
She groans, but make her way towards the exit, âYou know, I'm not all bad Professor L/n.â
âI know, but you have some lessons to learn. Hopefully rewards to gain, Professor Vidal.â
When she leaves your eyes linger where she stood. It felt like she was the embodiment of temptation. You could imagine what she looked like bare, her look playful, and eager. Youâre sure that her neediness clouded any sense of obedience in her body.
When the class piled in you gave them the exam instructions. While they were testing, you let your mind wander to what you could do with Rio. How you could help Agatha tame her.
You were thinking about it until it was time for lunch. Agatha said she would meet you in your classroom.
âWhat did you say to her?â
Agatha sits the food on your desk.
You shrug, âI told her she needed to talk to you, why?â
Agatha begins to take out the food, âShe apologized for being such a brat all the time, said that what we had was important to her, and that she didnât want to lose it.â
âAnd what did you say?â
Agatha sighs, âI told her that I wanted to believe her.â
âButâŠâ
âBut she would have to prove that she could be good.â
You take a sip of your drink, âAnd how should she do that?â
Agathaâs eyes met yours, âI was hoping you had some ideas.â
You smirk, âIâve been brain storming since she left my classroom. I was thinking, maybe we could put on a little show for her, but the rules prohibit her from touching. If she lasts, she can have a reward, but if she canât⊠we can give her a very memorable punishment. Thinking either edging or overstimulation. Depends on her attitude.â
Agatha levels with you, âI doubt she can hold out. I mean I doubt that I could if I was watching us fuck.â
You lean back in your chair, âThis test isn't about her obedience, itâs about her willpower. I want to see how quickly she cracks, if sheâs remorseful, or if sheâs going to be disrespectful. If she meant what she said to you, she will try her hardest. Tell her to meet us Saturday at your place. I assume she knows where you live.â
Agatha snickers, âWhy do I hear some jealousy in that last part?â
âI told you, Iâm not fond of sharing. Donât worry though, I plan to work through that when Rioâs watching me make you all desperate. I know what she wants from you Aggie, and Iâm going to show her how much you love when I give it to you,â your jaw twitches slightly.
âIâm looking forward to it,â she begins to eat her food.
The days seem to pass slowly as anticipation builds inside of you. Youâre excited but you donât necessarily know if thatâs appropriate. In truth you wouldnât describe yourself as a naturally dominant person but something about being with Agatha and something about the thought of being with Rio really made you want to take control.
With Agatha there was much more of a give and take nature to your encounters. Sometimes you would be in control and sometimes youâd crumble under her gaze. However, with Rioâs needy eyes on you, you didn't know if it would be appropriate to crumble.
This time would be somewhat of an example for any times that would occur in the future. It was like you were setting a precedent for how things would unfold and whatever kind of relationship you decided to pursue. There was a lot of confliction inside of you the moment he saw her you did want to put her in her place. You were serious when you said you werenât sharing but now you didn't know if that was true.
Was it really sharing if you had decided you wanted both?
âI can feel you thinking from here,â Agathaâs hand cups your face.
Youâre both in her bedroom waiting for Rio to arrive. You let out a relaxed sigh as her thumb starts to caress your face.
âIt feels silly, but I think Iâm nervous. Iâve never done anything like this before. I know I was talking a big game, and that was real. I want this, I just don't want to fuck this up,â you admit.
âYouâre adorable,â she says.
You whine, âAgatha.â
âBaby itâs not just you in here, I'm here too. I doubt youâll struggle to preform because you haven't before this. In the case that you do, Iâll be here to get us back on track. Trust me?â
You nod and lean in to peck her lips, âI trust you.â
The doorbell rings breaking the endearing moment. You want to rush to the door but a gentle tug from Agatha has you walking at a slower pace.
âCompose yourself,â she whispers to you before opening the door.
Rio stands on Agathaâs porch in a short sundress. The nerves on her face are present, but she tampers them with a smile.
âLooks a little different than last time I was here,â Rio says peering into the house.
âYou know I get bored with dĂ©cor quickly,â Agatha says stepping aside to let her in.
âAnd how different is the bedroom?â Rio says slyly.
You speak up, âYou should see for yourself.â
Rio hums at your words, making her way towards the bedroom. Agatha and yourself follow her side by side. When youâre all in the room, youâre the one to close the door.
Thereâs a tension in the air, anticipation of what will happen.
âSoâŠâ
âSit in that chair,â you command Rio, before she can further speak.
She complies, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. You keep your eyes on her, âGood listening, today weâre going to see how long you can keep it up for. Youâre going to sit here and watch while Agatha and I fuck. You aren't going to touch yourself at any point.â
Rioâs eyes darken, âAnd what do I get for sitting here?â
You tilt your head to the side, âWhy would you get anything? This isnât a reward, this is your case to Agatha that you can be a good girl, and follow simple instructions without being a brat.â
âI can be good.â
You grip her chin so she looks into your eyes, âI hope so because I think it would be fun to play with you.â
You kiss her cheek before turning your back to her and heading towards Agatha. You stand in front of her, eyes locked on each other. Your hands find the bottom of her shirt. You raise it slowly giving her a chance to stop you.
She doesnât, when her shirts off your hands trail up her soft skin. You let out a shaky breath, trying to control your impulses. Your head dips down so that your tongue could swirl around one of her nipples. The other nipple was occupied in between your fingers.
Periodically you look up to take in the details of Agathaâs face. The light moans and delicate tensions on her face are not enough for you. You want more, you start to use your teeth and soon her breathy moans become more fleshed out.
Agatha couldnât take any more of the teasing, she pulls your face up so that your lips meet. Itâs hungry, and you swear her lips get softer every time you kiss them. You moan as she sucks on your bottom lip.
You hear a whimper in the corner of the room and you break from the kiss. Rio looks like she has a sweat building up on her forehead. You pull your shirt from over your head and see her eyes widen as she takes in your body.
You donât miss the way her hands grip the chair. Agatha hugs you from behind, her hand traveling down your body with no hesitation in sight. You moan, keeping eye contact with Rio as Agathaâs hand disappears into your pants.
âYouâre so wet for me baby,â she trails kisses up your neck.
âI need you,â you say bucking into her hand.
She guides you so that your back hits the wall. In a swift movement your pants are down and Agatha is on her knees. She spreads your legs and your breathing speeds up a bit.
You grab a handful of her hair and laugh lightly, âIsnât this familiar?â
She chuckles the same, âNot until you start moaning professor.â
Her hands rest on your thigh as her tongue swipes through your folds. Your grip on her hair tightens, as her pace increases. She hums in satisfaction, not caring about how far her face is buried into your cunt.
âHow you doing over there Vidal?â You manage to glance at her and she looks in utter discomfort. She doesnât answer, âI asked you something.â
âS-soaked,â she grits out.
âFuck, Aggie were you starving or something?â You feel your legs begin to shake a little from the intensity of her movements.
She pulls away, âYou just taste so good.â
âShould we give her something?â You nod your head towards Rio.
Agatha nods, âWhatever your thinking, Iâm in.â
Rio sighs believing that the challenge is over and that sheâs won a reward. You smile sweetly at her, âStrip.â
Her clothes are gone in under a minute and she stands eagerly.
âOk sit back down, you were a little uncomfortable in the clothes,â you speak dismissively before returning your attention to Agatha.
âYou want to taste yourself?â
You nod, âAnd I need those fingers inside of me professor.â
âSuck,â Agatha pushes two fingers into your mouth.
You obey her and as soon as her fingers leave your mouth her lips are on yours again. As your kiss echoes in the room, she slides fingers into you.
You gasp in pleasures as she quickly begins to pump in and out of you. Her thumb finds your clit and you can barely keep up with the kiss. Your head falls onto her shoulder.
âYou like when I burry my fingers in you, baby? The way my thumb presses down on your clit? Fuck, I can feel you clenching against me. You going to cum on my fingers that fast? God youâre needy today, or is it cause Rioâs watching? You want her to see how I make you cum.â
You lift your head from her shoulder just enough to look at Rio, âI want her t-to see what she canât have.â
With her now naked you can see every little twitch her body makes. The look of anger on her face only makes you cum harder. Agatha fucks you through it, and as soon as she pulls her fingers out of you, youâre guiding her towards the bed.
You sit with your back against the headboard and Agatha sits in between your legs.
âOpen for me baby,â she follows your instructions opening her legs.
One of your arms secure around her waist while the other rubs small circles around her clit. You give Rio a perfect view of Agathaâs dripping cunt.
âYou ever have her like this Rio?â
Your fingers glide through Agathaâs folds in a teasing manner.
Rio shook her head, âN-no.â
You chuckle deeply as you plunge two fingers into her, âOh Aggie, that's so mean of you. Never opened up for your little plaything?â
âNever earned it,â Agatha says breathlessly.
You can see Rio fix her mouth to say something, but she holds back.
âSpeak up bunny, I want to know what's on your mind. You think you deserved something like this?â
Your fingers work faster, intoxicated by the sounds of Agathaâs hungry wet hole.
Rio begins to shake in her spot, âI wanted it so bad.â
âWanted what?â
Her head drops, âTo fuck Agatha. To have her whimpering because of me, to give her so much pleasure that she'd be drunk on it. Maybe, maybe I didn't earn it. Hell, I doubt that I deserved it, but I wanted it. She deserved to be worshiped and I thought that would've been enough.â
You can feel Agathaâs breathing quicken at the words, âIf you can't handle instructions, you couldn't handle fucking me.â
Your thumb presses against her clit and she throws her head back. You begin sucking harshly on her neck as it becomes more accessible.
You lick a long stripe along her neck sparing a glance at Rio, âBeg for it Rio.â
Sheâs quick to fall to her knees unceremoniously. Her legs are shaking and you can see her arousal glistening down them. Her eyes are large and filled with tears.
Her voice is hoarse with need as she speaks, âPlease, please. I-I canât watch anymore, I need to- please. Tell me to do something, Iâll do it. I-I can be good. I can listen. Iâll do anything.â
You can feel Agatha clenching around your fingers as she watches Rio beg.
âMore,â Agatha growls at Rio.
âMommy please, Iâm sorry. I shouldâve listened. I shouldnât have been so bratty. I was bad, but not anymore. Please, touch me. Let me touch you. Anything, please,â Rio cries fully now.
Agatha begins to rock her hips against your fingers, âAsk Y/n.â
âDaddy please, Iâm sorry for being such a slut in your classroom. I need you, Iâll do better, Iâll be better. You donât have to share, you can own me. Please, please, please.â
Agathaâs body jerks forward as she cums. Your arm around her waist is the only thing keeping her grounded. You slow your fingers, waiting for her to ride out her orgasm before removing them from her cunt. They find their way into her mouth and she sucks them delicately.
âCome here,â you murmur to Rio.
She stands, quickly walking over to you. You unhook your arm from around Agatha, using that hand to lightly grip Rioâs jaw. She nearly flinches in anticipation from your grasp.
You swipe at her tears with your thumb. Slowly you pull her face towards you while craning your neck up to her. You kiss her and itâs a fragile thing. You can feel her holding back. Trying to restrain herself, from taking more than youâre willing to give.
She whimpers into your mouth and her legs begin trembling even more than before. Your eyes widen and you break the kiss.
âDid you just cum?â
Rioâs face tints red with embarrassment, âI-I-"
Agatha intervenes lifting Rio before tossing her gently on the bed, âGod, youâre so beautifully pathetic when you listen.â
âI want to taste her, she wants to taste you. I think we can all be winners here,â you look at the tanned woman in a predatory manner.
âCan you handle it baby? You couldnât even manage a simple kiss, without making a mess of yourself,â Agatha questions her.
âPlease, sit on my face mommy,â she pants out.
You decide to give Rio some relief, âDonât hold back, but Iâm telling you right now, Iâm not stopping until Agatha cums again. So if you cum before her, weâre going to keep going, understand?â
She nods the best she can, âI understand.â
Agatha grabs Rioâs wrists, holding them above her. The older woman straddles Rioâs head, not loosening her tight hold on the submissiveâs wrists.
âYou know the signal if itâs too much,â Agatha speaks tenderly.
Again Rio nods the best she can.
Thatâs the only sign Agatha needs before fully sitting on the womanâs face.
Rioâs legs open for you with the sound of her sticky cunt echoing in your mind. She is absolutely drenched, you can see her clit twitching in anticipation. You can tell sheâs sensitive, but you canât help yourself.
Without hesitation you got straight to sucking her clit. Her back arches off of the bed, and you have to hold her legs in place. You can hear the low groan she let slip into Agatha, causing the other woman to grind down on Rioâs face.
Every calculated thought or worry that you previously had leaves your head as her taste seeps into your brain. All you want to do is make her cum. You eat her sloppily, not holding anything back. You can feel your jaw growing tired from how obsessively youâre eating her out.
You assume sheâs doing the same to Agatha as the woman with the unoccupied mouth has not stopped making sounds since Rioâs face has been in her pussy.
When you finally detach your mouth from the woman, you stay close to her cunt. Letting your breath fan over her as you try to form any type of coherent thought.
âI understand why Agatha let you be a brat for so long. Your taste is so intoxicating baby, I just want to drown in it,â you say as you slide your middle finger into her.
You feel her cum instantly at the sensation and it makes your eyes roll back.
âYou close professor?â You ask Agatha who only answers by nodding vigorously. âYouâre going to give me one more then Rio.â
Feeling your own orgasm build, you began to feel needier. You want to feel Rio against you. So you change your position so that your cunt is aligned with hers. You hold one of her legs up and begin to grind against her.
The feeling of her hot sticky cunt rubbing against yours is bliss. You could feel her hips bucking into yours and it made you smile sadistically.
âFeels so good when you fuck yourself against me like that baby. Make us cum, like you begged for. Show us how desperate you are. Suck her clit, swirl your tongue around it, graze it with your teeth. Make her cum in your mouth, like the good girl you are. Donât stop meeting my hips either, want you to show me you can multitask.â
Your words send Rio into a frenzy. She begins to speed up her movements, even though her body is fatigued. She works hard to send you both over the edge and she does.
Agatha cums first her hands abandoning Rioâs wrists to grab a fistful of her hair instead. She removes herself from atop of Rio only to meet the woman in a sloppy kiss. Rio doesnât stop grinding against you even when fresh tears prick her eyes.
âMake daddy cum, baby,â Agatha kisses the top of Rioâs forehead moving stray hairs off of her face.
You fall apart at the same time Rio does, nearly collapsing against her. Agathaâs arms hold you up so you donât flatten the woman beneath you. You can feel her squirt dripping down your abdomen, which sends a strong aftershock down your entire body.
âFuck,â you say rubbing your hand against the mess she made on you.
âIâm sorry,â she whispers, exhaustion hitting her like a truck.
You shake your head, âYouâre perfect.â
Rio blushes and then cover her face with her hands.
Agatha laughs softly at her behavior, âUnderneath all that bratty attitude, is one of the softest girls in the world.â
âYouâre just a sweetheart trying uphold some bad boy image arenât you,â you run your hand through Rioâs hair.
She leans into your touch, âIâm a badass.â
You indulge her for a moment, âFor sure. I know plenty of badasses who beg mommy and daddy to fuck them.â
She shoots back at you, âWhatever you say miss âI donât shareâ.â
Agatha intervenes, âAs much as this bickering turns me on. Iâd say itâs time to clean up, because Iâm going to have to wash these sheets before sleeping tonight.â
âSo now what?â You prompt.
âAggie?â Rioâs voice holds a vulnerability to it, âCan I stay?â
Agatha looks at you, a small uncertainty passes through her.
âLet her stay, the brat is growing on me,â you say, smiling down at Rio.
âShe tends to have that effect on people,â Agatha also gives her a small smile.
âWe usually just eat and watch tv after the mind blowing sex, so donât expect too much excitement Vidal,â you say, getting out of the bed.
Agatha follows suit and Rio just sits up.
âIâd offer to cook, but I donât think I can stand right now,â she laughs.
âDo not worry professor, weâll help get you all cleaned up,â you send her a cheeky wink, before scooping her up in your arms.
She yelps in surprise, but wraps her arms around your neck so she doesnât fall.
âWell arenât you charming?â
You smile, âSo Iâve been told.â
True to your words, the three of you clean up. Itâs a group effort as you shower, Rio seriously having trouble standing up right. Agatha lends you both some comfy clothes to lounge in and you find yourselves on her couch eating takeout and watching Glee (your request).
âSo she sent that girl to a crack house?â Agatha questions.
âItâs inactive,â you and Rio say at the same time.
âYou two might just be too similar,â Agatha chuckles.
You and Rio share a look.
âGood taste,â you say at the same time.
Agatha rolls her eyes, âA few hours together and sheâs already corrupting you, Y/n.â
âI actually think you might be the biggest brat here Agatha. Lying about needing help with the curriculum just so Iâd fuck you silly⊠pretty brat like behavior,â you retort.
Now itâs Agatha that is blushing and Rio who is cackling.
You smile innocently, taking in the moment. Though itâs unconventional, this is something that you hoped you wouldnât lose. Moments like these that transcended the bedroom always put it into perspective for you. You wanted to build something with these women. Unbeknownst to you they both wanted that very same thing.
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"What's this one about?"
Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x F! reader
A/N: need me a Wonwoo. (I'm too lazy to add photos for this one sry!)
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 3.6k
Synopsis: Wonwoo's curious and interested in the book you're reading, so interested that he accidentally reads ahead.
On a serene, cozy, rainy night, you stand in front of your kitchen counter, resting your book on it while being completely engrossed in the story.
So focused on the book, that you don't even notice your boyfriend, Wonwoo, walking into the kitchen.
He approaches from behind and wraps his big arms around you. "What's this one about, hmm?" Wonwoo asks, resting his chin on your shoulder.
With a smile, you reply, "It's about a girl on a mission to find out who killed her family. It's so good, and right now, the killer might be one of her best friends! Crazy, right?"
He listens intently as you speak, wanting to ensure you feel heard. He hums in response, "It does sound interesting."
You turn to face him and ask, "Want to read it with me? I could start over."
Wonwoo rests his hands on your waist as you talk. "Are you sure? Reading it over again doesn't sound fun."
You nod reassuringly. "I'm sure! Besides, I'm only like twenty pages in." You wait for his response.
He nods, "Alright then." You grin at him and take his hand, guiding him to your bedroom.
The gentle sound of rain drizzles against the window, creating a soothing backdrop to your shared silence.
You're both comfortably tangled in bed, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathes.
"Isn't the book good so far?" you ask. He chuckles lightly, tilting his head. âIâm still trying to figure out if I can trust the second best friend. Thereâs something off about him.â
"Right? I think he might be the killer!" you exclaim, pointing at the page as if to emphasize the character.
He chuckles again, wrapping his arms a little tighter around you. "Now that I think about it, he's always around when the girl finds pieces of evidence."
You nod, enjoying how invested Wonwoo is in the story. Resting your head on his chest, you continue to read.
As you delve deeper into the book, you begin to feel tired, lulled by the rhythm of the rain in the background.
Gradually, you fall asleep, with Wonwoo remaining oblivious to your quiet state.
He gasps in shock as he figures out the plot twist. "He was the killer! We knew it!" He raises an eyebrow when he realizes you're not responding.
Wonwoo turns slightly to face you and scoffs. "Really? I guess I'll just have to pretend I didn't read it." He speaks softly, knowing you wouldnât want to hear the details if heâs already finished the book.
He places the book beside the bed along with his glasses before kissing the top of your head and saying goodnight.
Sequel You and Wonwoo are both resting on the couch, watching TV.
"By the way, did you finish the book last night?" you ask, looking up at him.
Wonwoo shakes his head. "No, I noticed you were sleeping, so I didn't finish it," he replies, lying.
"Really? OhâŠwell, I woke up in the middle of the night because I couldn't stop thinking about it. But guess what? You wouldn't believe who the killer was!" you respond excitedly.
He looks over nervously. "Who was it?" He pretends to be curious.
"The guy we were talking about earlierâthe best friend!" you reveal dramatically.
Wonwoo covers his mouth with his hand, his eyes wide. "Really?!"
You pause, sinking into the couch. "You read it, didnât you?" You donât buy his poor acting.
He sighs in defeat. "I'm sorry, Doll. I thought you were awake, so I kept readingâŠ"
You giggle at his small pout. "It's fine, I guess. I did wake up to read it without you too, soâŠI suppose we're even."
He smiles. "I guess so." You sit closer to him again and look at the TV. "By the way, you're a terrible actor."
You both burst into laughter, the sound echoing joyfully throughout the house.
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not about the gift.
hwang hyunjin x gn!reader
synopsis: hyunjinâs beautiful yet expensive christmas present causes an unexpected rift between you.
wc: 1282
part 7/8 holiday series. đ
It was Christmas morning, and the soothing glow of the tree's sparkling lights warmed the room. The aroma of fresh coffee persisted in the air, while outside, a little sprinkling of snow transformed the area into a winter wonderland. Everything seemed perfect.
You and Hyunjin had been planning this holiday together for weeks, discussing ways to celebrate. As always, you wanted to keep things simple, enjoy each other's company, and concentrate on the tiny, meaningful moments. You had decided on a budget for your gifts since you wanted to keep things fair, especially when your funds didn't exactly match. Hyunjin, with his work and success, made far more than you, and you'd always been clear that you didn't want him to feel obligated to spend excessively on you. "I don't need anything big," you said a few weeks ago, smiling to comfort him. "Let's keep things simple. It's about the thought, not the price."
But now, as you sat on the couch, surrounded by wrapping paper and scattered gifts, you noticed a tightening in your chest. Hyunjin's present to you was a nicely wrapped package filled with expectation. His eyes were bright with enthusiasm as he gave it to you, and his smile was wide, almost as if he couldn't wait for you to open it. "Go ahead," he urged, his voice filled with excitement. "I think you'll really love it." You smiled back, appreciating his excitement, but as you untied the ribbon and peeled back the paper, your heart sank.
Inside the box was a beautiful customized necklace made of gold and diamonds, with your initials inscribed in elegant calligraphy. The price was apparent, much exceeding anything you had expected or desired. It was gorgeous, but it also served as a reminder of everything that had gone unspoken, and everything that had been slowly piling up inside you. Hyunjin's eyes were bright as he waited for your response, but you couldn't force yourself to smile. Instead, your face dropped. You could feel the warmth leaving the room, and an uneasy hush fell between you.
"Hyunjin..." you began, barely above a whisper, but the words remained in your throat. He looked at you, his smile fading as he saw your reaction. "What's wrong?" Don't you like it? I thought you would love it." You opened your mouth to speak but struggled to form the words. Finally, you took a deep breath and forced yourself to be honest, even if the words came out sharper than you planned. "I told you not to get something like this," you murmured, your voice quivering from frustration. "I told you we should stick to the budget we agreed on. I do not... I don't need anything like this."
Hyunjin looked taken aback, evidently upset by your words. His expression changed from confusion to defensiveness, and the room began to get colder for a brief while. "I thought you'd be happy," he replied, his voice softer but with an edge to it. "I wanted to give you something special. "Something you deserved." You drew a breath, but it did not make you feel better. The frustration you had been suppressing for weeks finally erupted, and you couldn't stop it. "You don't get it, do you?" you said. âYou always do this. You go out of your way to buy expensive things, that I can't afford to purchase in return. Do you think I donât feel that?â
Hyunjin's face fell, his eyes widening with a mix of uncertainty and pain. "What do you mean?" "I worked extra hours this month," you explained, your voice trembling with emotion. "I worked my ass off to get you something, even if it wasn't nearly as expensive as this. I wanted to show you how much I care, yet it doesn't feel important. You ignored what I said, and now I feel like Iâm not enough.â
The words were out before you could stop them, and when they were, you felt a strong sense of regret. Hyunjin had just tried to do something nice for you, something he felt you would like. But the contrast between his extravagant gift and your small one was too much, and the difference hurt more than you could have imagined.
He opened his lips to say something, but you could feel the hurt in his eyes, as if you were both on different wavelengths at the time. His shoulders fell, and for a little, agonizing moment, you both stared at each other in silence.
âI didnât mean to make you feel this way,â he finally said, his voice hoarse, like it took all of him to get the words out. âI just wanted to make you feel special. You mean everything to me, and I wanted to show you how much I care, but I see now that I messed up. Iâm sorry.â
You sat there, feeling the weight of his apology, but it didnât make the hurt go away. You had wanted something simple, something you could share and enjoy together, not a reminder of the differences between you. You had wanted to feel like you were on equal footing, but instead, you felt small, like you didnât measure up.
You glanced at the necklace again, feeling the ache in your chest deepen. âItâs not about the gift,â you said softly, your eyes beginning to water. âItâs about the fact that I donât feel like you understand. Iâve told you how I feel, but you keep doing this making me feel like I canât keep up.â
Hyunjinâs face crumpled in regret. He reached out for your hand, his touch gentle, but you pulled it back, unable to meet his gaze.
âI didnât think about that,â he said, his voice full of shame. âIâm sorry. I wanted to make you happy, but I see now that I made it worse. Youâre right, I didnât listen to what you said.â
You sat in silence for a while, unsure what to say next. The weight of the fight lingered, heavy and unyielding, but you still wanted to make things right. You still loved him and didn't want the day to be ruined, but it felt like the holes in your relationship were expanding, exposing issues neither of you had previously addressed. Finally, you spoke, your voice gentle and laced with regret. "I don't want to fight. I just want us to be on the same page. I want us to be able to talk about things openly without turning into this."
Hyunjin nodded, his eyes filled with emotion. "I promise to do better. I will listen to you. Whatever happens, I'll make sure we're on the same page. I never wanted to make you feel this way. I'm really sorry." You looked at him, saw the sincerity in his eyes, and despite your pain, you felt a glimmer of hope. It would take time to work through this and find a method to balance your different stages of life, but maybe, just maybe, you could do it together.
You reached for his hand, this time letting him take it, the warmth of his touch grounding you.
âI donât want anything to come between us,â you whispered, your voice trembling. âI just want to be with you.â
Hyunjin squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in reassurance. âI want that too. I want us to be happy, together. Letâs make it right, okay?â
You nodded, and for the first time that morning, you both breathed a little easier. The gift may have caused a rift, but it was only a moment, and you werenât going to let it define your relationship.
Together, youâd figure it out.
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