#i wrote this on the spot just now sorry if it absolutely sucks

[byeoltoyuki]

Yeah, I hate you too

↳ Pairing: Jisung x reader

❧ Genre: porn with little plot, enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, fluff, fake texts

❧ Words: +3k

❧ Warnings: fingering, sexting (kind of), anal, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, spanking, masturbation, mention of toys

❧Summary : They think you're dating. Wrong. How could you date someone you hate so badly? Right?

❧ A/N: I wrote this on a whim and definitely didn't have time to proofread it, so I'm sorry if there's some mistakes. Hope you enjoy it either way!

***

“Where’s Jisung?” Changbin asked as his eyes darted back and forth between you and the empty spot beside him. Empty spot because it took Jisung only five minutes to find something better to do than be with his friends.

You shrugged, indifferent. “How would I know?”

“Aren’t you his girlfriend?”

Now that was confusing. “I’m not.” You scoffed at the idea.

You barely tolerated each other. The only reason you had been cordial, at best, with him was because he was Felix’s friend. The said man shook his head which only fuelled your annoyance. “What?” You took a sip of your drink to try to drown your annoyance and uneasy feeling.

Felix shook his head but the smug smile remained. The little shit. “Nothing.”

“You have this look!” You pointed at his face as if he had personally offended you. Well maybe a little. Nobody should be allowed to look this pretty.

“What look?”

“Felix.”

“Y/N.”

God, you loved your friend, you really did but he knew how to annoy the hell out of you. “What.is.it?”

Felix’s eyes shone brightly. And with mischief. He leant closer, arm brushing yours. “It’s cute how you think I don’t know about you and Jisung.” And he winked. The audacity.

You gasped loudly. “I’m not dating him!”

It wasn’t your intention to say it so loud and attract Changbin’s attention back on you. He quirked a brow at you and also leant closer, obviously interested in your statement. Fuck.

Felix’s smirk only widened. “Never said anything about dating.”

Fine. You had lied. You had a situationship with Han Jisung. Still, it didn’t change the fact that he annoyed you eighty percent of the time. But he sure knew how to use his mouth. And tongue. And cock. He got you addicted and you hated him even more for that.

Before you could share a piece of your mind with Felix, your phone’s screen lit. It distracted you. So easily.

At his message, you almost dropped your phone. Count on Han Jisung to be this blunt. But then again, it probably was one of the reason you gave in so easily the first time he approached you.

His words alone brought back the same images you had been trying so hard to forget. Six days, 144 hours, 8640 minutes and still unforgettable. It was one of those nights; you were stressed with deadlines and loneliness was getting the best of you too. But then Jisung came to your place without notice, as if he owned the place, and disturbed all your plans at self-loathing. You tried of course to kick him out of your place, kicking and screaming – all he did was throw you over his shoulder and slap your ass strong enough to make you yelp in surprise. He brought you to your room and threw you on your bed. You weren’t even in the mood for sex, no matter how good it always was with him, but the look he had when he stared down at you set your body on fire.

Did he spend hours, or at least it felt like hours, nestled between your legs, feasting on you, marking you, teasing you till you were just a whimpering mess at his mercy, crying and writhing, begging for a release he wasn’t willing to give because you weren’t being nice to him. Absolutely. You hated how responsive your body was to him. Hated how he knew where to push, where to lick, where to suck, where to bite to make your toe curl, to bring tears to your eyes, to make you scream his name. He loved it, so bad, when you screamed his name.

When Jisung finally let you come, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t see and your body were spent. You didn’t think you would recover from such a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm. You told him so, knowing damn well how smug he would be, how pleased.

“What got into you?” You asked him, panting. You watched him remove his clothes, one by one, taking his sweet time. It was odd. He never took his time. Han Jisung was impatient and too eager ninety-five percent of the time. So why now?

Jisung’s smile turned wicked which set your alarms on alert. He was up to something. Something bad. And also probably incredibly delicious. But could you really do it? You tried to move your legs and winced.

Jisung crawled back on the bed, slowly, enjoying the view of your sweaty body, and all the marks he had left on your thighs. Such a beautiful woman and all for him to ravish. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” He admitted.

“And how is it my fault?” You scoffed and tried to sound unfazed. Your body disagreed. Your stomach flipped, excited.

Jisung hovered over you, his body trapping you under him, lips dangerously close yours but still not touching while his hand, his damn hand, slid slowly from your breasts to your stomach. Feather-like touches that sent shivers down your spine. But his hand didn’t stop on your stomach, it travelled to your abused, still incredibly sensitive pussy; your hips jerked in response and a small whine left your lips.

“No.” You tried to move your body to escape his touch.

But Jisung only smiled. “No? Hmm.” He teased your clit despite your protest and you grabbed his arms, digging your nails into his skin. “And it is your fault. I couldn’t erase the image of you flirting with this dude from the bar. He was awfully touchy with someone that isn’t his.” And he couldn’t resist the urge: he gave your pussy a slap. Strong enough to make you yelp in surprise, but not strong enough to hurt you.

You couldn’t believe he was being possessive. Was it the same guy you had been butting heads with for the past two years? Was it the same guy that begged you one night to let you eat you out because you looked too gorgeous in a red silky dress? “He wasn’t that touchy.” You tried to defend yourself even if he was right. He had been too touchy which had earnt him a kick in his balls later but Jisung didn’t need to know that. You wanted to see how far he was ready to go to show you who you belong to.

But Jisung saw right through you. With his free hand he grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. “Yeah? He touched this,” And his hand reached your ass. He gave it a strong squeeze before landing a first slap. You didn’t think you could get any wetter but you fucking did. “And this ass belongs to me, Y/N. You know it right?”

You were dying to say ‘no’, you didn’t belong to him and your ass certainly didn’t. But all your fire, all your protests died on your tongue when you felt his fingers dangerously close to your other hole.

“I believe this is the only place I haven’t claimed, right?” He hummed in satisfaction.

“Jisung,” You called for him, but why? You couldn’t tell whether you were scared to try something new or if you were excited. Probably both. “I-“

His fingers slid back to your dripping pussy. He gathered your juices and spread them around your other hole. He pushed a finger inside your ass and you gasped loudly. “Oh my god.” You mewled, shutting your eyes.

You couldn’t believe it. It felt weird and new. And so fucking good.

“I knew you would love it.” He chuckled. “Always knew you would let me completely defile you, wouldn’t you?”

And he added another finger, pushing slowly, filling you, stretching you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You couldn’t possibly survive this. But you definitely wanted it. “Yes.” You admitted.

Jisung chuckled as his fingers worked their magic. “Say it. Say you want me to fuck your pretty, little ass.”

“Please,” You begged.

He pulled out his fingers, leaving you empty and open. “And?”

You took a deep breath, realizing that he wouldn’t give you what you wanted unless you said those damn words. “Please Jisung, fuck my ass. I need it. Right. Now.”

Jisung snickered and flipped you with ease on your stomach. “Was it that hard?”

“Yes, asshole.” You managed to snap back.

Jisung only laughed at your weak attempt to fight back. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. “Such a nasty mouth.” He gave your ass another strong slap. “I’ll fuck it later too.”

‘As if!’ You wanted to say. But you felt his cock pressing to your hole. You sucked in a breath, tensing.

Jisung stroked your ass, trying to sooth you. “Relax, babe.”

Even if your mind wanted to fight him, your body obeyed.

He pushed slowly, inch by inch, struggling to control himself but despite his own needs, he kept a close eye on you, watching your every breath, your every wince. He wanted this experience to be enjoyable for you too and he knew you would love it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You didn’t think you could stretch anymore. You didn’t think you could ever feel this full. But it was exactly how you felt.

With one last thrust, he pushed all the way in. He groaned and closed his eyes to savour the feel of you around his cock. So tight, so nice, so pretty.

You fisted the sheets, needing something to hold on to. Or to destroy.

He pulled out slowly only to push back in. “Fuck babe, you feel so fucking good. So good I could die. Fuck.”

Jisung took his time with you, his thrust slow and as gentle as possible. It hurt and you squeezed the sheets tightly. But it also felt divine. Quickly, you found yourself wanting more, needing more, to relieve the itch. So you pushed back and he smiled in delight.

“Someone is excited.” He commented.

You were and you didn’t care anymore. “Show me what you can do, pretty boy.” You provoked him.

Jisung halted and hovered over your back. His warm breath caressed your cheek and then your ear. “Remember that you asked for it.” And he slammed hard into you, picking up his pace.

“Shit.” You moaned loudly, unable to hold back.

Jisung showed you no mercy. Every thrusts shattered and remade you. Every thrusts brought pleasure unknown to you. You didn’t think you could feel this good. You didn’t know if it had anything to do with Jisung and you didn’t care anymore. You took everything he gave you; every push of his cock, every groan, every dig of his fingers into your skin.

Jisung’s fingers slid to your clit and you almost collapsed at the new sensation. His thrusts along with his fingers playing with your clit brought you to the edge quicker and with so much strength. You barely registered when your body tensed and completely let go. You simply split apart with a sharp cry, waves of pleasure wrecking your body.

“Such a good girl.” Jisung didn’t stop. He used your body to seek his own climax. “And I can’t fucking get enough of you. I hate you for that.” But you barely heard him, still lost to your own pleasure. “Fuck, fuck.” Jisung came with a loud groan, pulling out to paint your ass with his release.

Fuck. You clenched your thighs tightly at the unwanted memory. You squeezed your phone tightly in your grip as if it had personally offended you. Your face flushed and you cursed under your breath. You weren’t supposed to get all horny in the middle of the bar. You weren’t supposed to let Jisung affect you so badly. But boy you were.

You tried to save yourself with this message. The bar wasn’t crowded and the lights were dimmed. There was no way he could see your state or your blush. Right?

Fuck. Your panties were sticking uncomfortably to your skin. You were wet. Too fucking wet. You could ignore Jisung’s messages and suggestions, it was hella tempting since he was the one responsible for your state. Or you could leave and take care of your little problem without inviting him. That would piss him off and serve him right. You liked this plan better.

“I’m leaving.” You told Felix as you got back on your feet and readjusted your dress.

Felix eyed you with a cocked brow. “Why? You just go there.”

Something told you that whatever excuses you come out with, Felix wouldn’t believe you. Not when he was smirking like that. He knew something but you refused to delve into the matter. Nope. Not tonight. Not when your body was on fire. Not when your pussy was clenching desperately. “I’m tired.” You said and grabbed your bag.

“Tired.” Felix repeated your words with a poor imitation of your voice. “Sure thing, sweet. See you later.”

***

By the time you got to the safety of your home, your mind was plagued with images of Jisung between your legs. You couldn’t believe that your brain would think of him when you could have pictured anyone, anything. But you didn’t fight back those thoughts. You didn’t have time nor the will. Your body was too needy.

You took your heels and threw them somewhere on the ground. You hurried to get rid of your dress and your, now, completely ruined panties. I’ll make him pay another time. You threw yourself on your bed and readjusted your pillows to get as comfortable as possible.

A deep sigh of relief escaped your parted lips. Finally. You closed your eyes, Jisung’s face immediately invaded your thoughts and you let him. You let the image of him guide your hand to your breast and to your hard nipples that were begging for attention. You squeezed and pinched and let out small moans. You relaxed instantly, revelling in the different sensations.

You let your hand slid slowly from your breast to your stomach, drawing invisible circles on your skin before reaching between your legs, the place that most needed your attention. You took it slow; gentle rubs, circling your clit, letting the pleasure spread all over your body. Your fingers slipped inside your soaked pussy and you arched your back, imaging that it wasn’t your fingers but the most annoying person’s ones.

“Fuck.” You mewled.

“Now that’s a sight I’m not ready to ever forget.” Jisung’s annoying (sweet) voice interrupted your thoughts.

Your eyes snapped open and you almost jolted out of your bed. “What the fuck?!”

No. He couldn’t possibly be there. How could he?  Were you that tired that somehow you started hallucinating? But no, as you looked at him standing by your door, licking his lips, his eyes darker than ever, you realized that he was not a piece of your imagination. “What, how?”

Jisung twirled the keys to your place and smirked. “Spare keys.”

You frowned, your dizzy mind having a hard time to catch up with his words. “I didn’t give you the spare keys to my place.”

Jisung nodded. “No. you didn’t.” He put them back in his pocket, proud of the effect he had on you. His eyes quickly slid to your spread legs and you realized too late that he had a perfect view of the mess you were. “Felix gave me the keys.”

The little shit! You knew he was up to something. You would make sure to make him pay later for not minding his damn business.

“Don’t be so angry, babe.” Jisung cooed, reading your emotions so easily. “Instead, show me how you play with yourself, hm?”

The ache between your legs returned so quick it almost knocked you out. This man and his voice had such a strong hold on you. You couldn’t help but obey and forget all about your annoyance.

“Tell me, what were you imagining while having your fingers inside this sweet pussy, hm?” Jisung asked as he watched your fingers disappear inside you. He licked his lips, drooling at the beautiful sight. He wanted nothing more than replace your fingers with his and with his tongue but for once, he fought his own needs. He grabbed the chair in the corner of your room at put it right before your bed so he could have the best view.

“You.”

“Me?” He feigned surprise. “And what exactly was I doing in your imagination?”

“You were sucking on my clit with those pretty lips of yours while your fingers were stretching me nicely.”

“Shit.” Jisung groaned to himself. He could imagine it so easily. He unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock dripping already with pre-cum. Jisung fell into rhythm with you, matching your energy as he worked his hand around his cock. “Add another finger.”

And you obeyed. “Look at me.” He ordered. And you did once again. You moaned at the sight. You didn’t think watching Jisung touch himself would fuel your own desire, your own pleasure but it did. You almost came right on the spot.

But the itch was still there. No matter how hard you played with yourself you were still unsatisfied. You couldn’t reach as deep as he could. “Jisung. Please. I need you.”

Jisung chuckled. “Do you now? I think you’re doing pretty well on your own.” But truth was, he needed you too. So fucking badly. He needed, desperately, to sink his cock inside your pussy. He needed to feel your walls around his cock, squeezing him, begging for more.

“Am not. I need you. Please.” You begged shamelessly. You took out your fingers and spread your pussy for him to see. “Look. I need you.”

Jisung gulped, his willpower slowly crumbling. How could he resist now? “Me? Or my cock?”

“Both. Please?”

Jisung ruffled his hair in frustration. “Fuck.” He left his spot, hurried to take all of his clothes and almost jumped on your bed. He grabbed your legs with so much strength, you yelped in surprise. He spread you wider for him. He let his fingers slid from your clit to your entrance, testing how wet you were. “Babe, you’re dripping. All for me?”

“All for you.”

“So pretty.” He took his cock and nudged it playfully against your pussy, making you mewl and push your hips in need. “And mine.” He plunged inside you with one powerful thrust that made the two of you groan.

You closed your eyes, feeling all of him. Hard and deep inside you. And so damn perfect. A part of you didn’t want it to feel so good but the one that didn’t care, savoured the stretch, the fullness.

“Y/N, I think I’m in love.” Jisung confessed as he pulled out slowly, letting you feel every inch of him, torturing you with how slow and gentle he was. You didn’t want slow. You didn’t want gentle. Not when you were so consumed with need and lust. You wanted him to wreck you.

“With me or my pussy?” You managed to joke and chocked when he slammed back. “Fuck.” You arched your back. He sure knew how to make you shut your mouth.

Jisung didn’t answer your question and you forgot all about it as he started thrusting. Just like you hoped and prayed. Hard. Deep. Making you hold your sheets tightly as you met his thrusts with your own.

“Harder.” You begged unable to think about anything else but him and his cock deep inside you.

“As you wish.” His grip on you tightened, fingers digging into your skin that would leave marks – you didn’t care. You let him use you as he saw fit. You let him pound into you.

The sound of his grunts, of your moans and slap of skin was slowly driving you mad. The rhythm he set got you writhing and begging for release in no time. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him against you, feeling his body crashing you under him, as you claimed his mouth in a desperate and needy kiss. You felt him smile against your mouth, damn proud of your state.

“I hate you.” You bit on his lips and he fought back with a powerful thrust. “So fucking,” And another. “Much.” And another.

Jisung kissed you back with as much needs. He was just as desperate for release as you were and so damn close. He tried to distract himself, to keep his control. He needed you to come. Right fucking now. One hand slipped between your bodies and he played with your clit as he kept pounding into you. Pinching it. Rubbing it. He left you no choice. He pushed you over the edge.

“Fuck!” Your back arched as your orgasm slammed into you. Your whole body shuddering as Jisung didn’t stop. He fucked you through your release, not slowing down even for a second. And you held onto him, strong and tight, and watched as he lost himself to his own pleasure. You watched him close his eyes as he slammed one last time and released himself.

Jisung slowly pulled out of you and took a second to admire his work. Your fucked up face. Your sweaty body. Your abused, dripping pussy. “Bloody hell. So damn beautiful.” He couldn’t stop himself from pushing back his fingers into your sensitive pussy to push back his cum inside you.

“Don’t. I can’t.” You begged and wriggled, trying to escape his dangerous fingers. You were completely and utterly spent. You couldn’t take more. But telling this to Jisung wasn’t your brightest idea. It only fuelled him more.

“But you look so pretty and yummy. How can a man resist?” And he brought his fingers to his mouth. Covered with both his and yours release. You gawked at him at you swore your pussy clenched again with need at the sight. He cleaned his fingers, humming in satisfaction.

“By the way,” He rolled to the side and pulled your body flushed against him. “I think I’m in love with both.” He admitted and kissed your head. “You and your pussy.”

You couldn’t believe him. He sure knew how to woo a woman. “Such a romantic.”

Jisung smiled sheepishly at you. “Isn’t it why you like me?”

“Tolerate you at best.” But you hid your face into his chest, refusing to show him your pink cheeks or the smile that spread on your face.

“Liar.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did. But we can do it again.” Jisung was in a mood. “So I can show you just how much I love you. And how much you love me too.”

Yeah. You liked the sound of it.

[hitomisuzuya]

Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope yours was better than mine. Break ups SUCK

Can I request nsfw with Dottore, pantalone and Childe with fem!sub reader?With degrading, manhandling, aphrodisiac usage, brat taming, choking, and just in general anything rlly mean n rough. Like, Scaramouche, you betrayed the fatui, you thought you’d be safe in ur hiding spot but then they found you. And thought u a lesson. If you can’t remain loyal to the Tsaritsa, there’s one thing ur good for, being there cocksleeve! But this time, you physically cannot escape

a/n: I'll be frank, I bumped your request ahead of the ones I have left in my inbox when I saw it. (Sorry everyone, I feel a little bad but I will do this every single time if it means I can cheer someone up after a breakup.) Break ups do suck so much. Especially if it happened on Valentine's Day😔 I hope this makes you feel better. I went all out for you. Please feel better.

Dottore x fem! reader Childe x fem! reader Pantalone x fem! reader. Smut. Sub!reader. Use of an aphrodisiac on Dottore's part. Degradation in all parts. Brat taming and choking in Pantalone's part. I didn't hold myself back while I wrote this. I apologize if made anyone uncomfortable.

Dottore couldn't help but reflect on how foolish you were. You'd left the house you were hiding in after betraying the Fatui, obviously having let your guard down because the door was unlocked.

You may as well have set yourself up by leaving a half filled glass of water on the table. The aphrodisiac he poured into your drink was tasteless and odorless. Dottore had purposely made it that way. You would have no idea it was mixed in with the water.

Sloshing the water gently so as not spill it, he retreated in your room to lay in wait. You would no doubt be back anytime now, not wanting to stay out too long.

You sighed heavily when you closed the door behind. You could add one more day to not getting caught. Or so you thought as you gulped down the rest of the water. After awhile, however, you started to feel lightheaded, your cheeks felt flushed, your heartbeat was beginning to speed up. You thought for a moment that you might be getting sick, but you could feel yourself suddenly getting wet.

"Ah, it's finally starting to take affect," Dottore said, revealing himself when he opened the door. The look of horror on your face was chef's kiss exquisite to him.

"W..what have you done..?" You slurred slightly.

"Don't act so surprised, slut. Everyone in the Fatui knew we fucked more a few times. Her Highness knew exactly who to send to find you," Dottore replied. Grabbing your arm, he yanked you up out of the chair. "Don't kid yourself, we both know you loved every single second of it."

"What are you going to do me?" You don't know why you asked him that. He wasn't lying. You were already instantly compliant as he held you firmly against him.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, Dottore forced you to look up at him. "Her Majesty demands loyalty. Until you realize that, the only thing you are good for is serving as my cum slut."

Unbuttoning your pants, Dottore pushed your damp panties aside, he pressed his thumb against your clit, slowly rubbing it. Your moan was loud. Your hips jerked up against his hand. The aphrodisiac was already making you feel sensitive, so much that it made you dizzy.

Dottore laughed at how pathetic you sounded. "Hmm, judging by how wet you are, it seems like you want me to drag you back to beg for forgiveness in front of The Tsaritsa," he plunged his fingers inside of your needy cunt. His pace was brief, but ruthless, going just long enough for your moans to make him even harder.

You yelped when he tore your clothes to absolute shreds before stripping himself. Throwing you down on the bed, he flipped you over, pumping his hand on his cock before he thrust himself inside of you, immediately bottoming out.

You barely had time to tightly grip the sheets before he starting pounding into you. The way he was gripping your hips was guaranteed to leave bruises. Unfortunately (or was it?), you didn't last long under the spell of the aphrodisiac.

A scream of pleasure tore from your throat, your release flooding onto his cock. His pace didn't relent. Grabbing your hair again, he yanked your head back, leaning in to say in your ear, "You were going to serve your purpose either way, regardless if you can quietly back to the Fatui. Now scream for me, you dumb slut."

(First time writing Pantalone so please bear with me a little.)

It had been easy to track you down. Pantalone had many connections being that he was the wealthiest of the Harbingers. All it took was a little Mora for someone to sing like a canary that they knew where you were hiding. You really shouldn't have been so trusting.

That was how you'd landed in the situation you were currently in, happily sucking on Pantalone's fingers as he pumped them in and out of your mouth. His other hand was on your hip, holding you place in his lap, ordering you not to move until he decided you could.

It was hard for you not to though, especially since his cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, and you craved at least a little friction. In a moment of brief defiance, you bit his fingers, trying to move.

His smile never left his face. He seemed completely unruffled by your bratty behavior. However, his degradation was harsh. "You know, I just may keep you for myself after The Tsaritsa grants you leniency. I practically bought you like a whore," he said, "You being my cock sleeve serves me much better than you going back out on the front lines."

Your breasts bounced as Pantalone began to thrust roughly inside of you. "You usually sub so well for me, you don't have be a such a brat this time. I'm going to enjoy taming you."

He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing, his cock hitting your sweet spot at a dizzying pace. Your screams of pleasure died in your throat as your oxygen supply began to dwindle, making your lungs burn. He only let go just a little to hear you cry out as you orgasmed. "That's right, my pretty whore. Fall apart for me like the sub that you are."

"You sound so pretty choking on my cock, girlie. It excites me," Childe said, looking coldly down at you, transfixed as saliva mixed with his precum pooled from the corners of your mouth.

With how eagerly you were sucking him off, Childe thought you wanted to be caught just so you wrap your lips around his cock. He smacked your hand back down onto his hip when you reached down to try and rub your clit. Pulling back because you needed air, you gazed up at him desperately.

"Please, Childe. Will you fuck me now? I'm behaving aren't I?"

Childe's tone was between a laugh and a scoff. "Did I tell you could stop sucking, slut? He snapped, pushing your mouth back down onto his cock, "and do you really think I would let you get yourself off? You are dumber than I thought. But what did I expect, you were always such a slut for me."

He thrust into your mouth, groaning when your throat spasmed on his cock when you coughed. "It didn't take long to suss out your hiding place either. You practically left a trail of breadcrumbs for me after you left."

You gurgled in pleasure when you heard his harsh words, making Childe burying his fingers firmly into your hair. "You'll wait until I am good and ready to use you however I please."

When he cummed in your mouth, he ordered you not waste a drop as you swallowed. You happily obliged him. He'd been your only sex partner in the Fatui. You only wanted to please him.

[wrongcaitlyn]

Do you have any have any head canons about any of the pjo characters either in your fics or canon?

ALWAYS

(i actually really suck at coming up with headcanons on the spot because i mainly just think of them randomly while reading fics or writing and then five seconds later i. forget. so. ummm yeskjsdf i don't have that many tbh but i just created a draft and then added to this whenever i remembered to!

talk your talk!

nico has an ongoing feud with the intern who runs the olive garden social media account

is it too niche to have had taylor swift open for naomi solace- HEAR ME OUT THE TIMELINES MATCH UP OKAY (not really but it's pretty close - sure naomi dies in 2007 and taylor releases her debut album in that same year but like IT COULD HAPPEN)

once a year or so leo and piper steal nico's credit card and buy him a whole new closet of clothing because all he wears is his own tour merch or will's clothes and they insist they need to get him new clothes. at first it was just a one-time instance and nico like freaked out over how much money they spent, but then a few weeks later when having to go on tour and be seen in public a lot more often, he was incredibly grateful that they did it and it became a yearly tradition (does nico actually need all those clothes? no. he just donates the stuff that he doesn't use anymore because it's tradition to all of them now. rich ppl thingsKSLDF)

a habit that nico develops over the years is to occasionally record random voice memos of his friend group while they're all together. he doesn't actually use them a lot, but he likes holding on to them, and occasionally he'll use it as a very subtle and quiet background noise to a sound when he feels like it needs something else

i feel like i've already said this, but apollo and nico have a duolingo club. as in they are constantly trying to beat each other on the leaderboard while learning new languages

canon!

caleo breaks up

does that count as a hc

leo is aroace!

nico and leo friendship. 100%. im sorry it's actually canon. i wrote a fic about it.

annabeth and will friendship!!! both became head counselors at such a young age even though it was for different reasons - and you know how annabeth was in the infirmary when percy woke up? i think she just liked hanging out around there and often helped whenever she could, and so she was also pretty close with will who spent like his entire life there (well not rlly, but eventually he started to - plus they're both workaholics)

i actually have a whole series of will hc's and i KNOW that most of them have been disproved by canon and tsats but like they're still true in my heart😭

and im pretty sure that this is canon. but like. will is a swiftie. just putting that out there again-

(nico shadow traveled them into the eras tour and they very nearly got caught by security guardsLKSJ)

i also absolutely love any sort of hc that has to do with nico having a social media account where he sneaks into random places. that is so canon to me. let him cause a little chaos. also let this kid from the 1930s be completely addicted to the internet

thank you for the ask!!

[skupperrr]

skupperrr.

A little birdie told me that YOUR fantastic hands wrote out a very... INTERESTING comment!

'If that guy from bungo stray dogs dies will you date scout from tf2'

Which brings me to a VERY important question! Do you wish harm upon me, skupperrr?

ok so, DO I wish harm against THE GUY from bungo stray dogs.. well, to start i know little to nothing about bungo stray dogs, so i have absolutely no idea exactly how powerful you truly are. however, there is an image of you on my screen right now as i’m typing this, so i can (and will) just guess from that.

gonna just throw it out there, you look like a clown oc someone drew in their anime artstyle. now, clowns are VERY weak from what i know. absolutely ZERO strength. however, if you were a group of clowns(a clown alley, perhaps) i would not have the mental stability to harm you, nor the rest of the alley. but, you couldn’t be a clown alley, because it is just YOU in this picture and no other clowns are spotted, nor mentioned. SO, you must be WEAK. however, if you look closer, far closer, you have a little something called a tophat. now, when clowns are just, well, CLOWNS, they’re just clowns, y’know? i could harm just any ordinary clown, of course i could! but, a clown with a TOPHAT.. that’s much, MUCH different. clowns with tophats are basically like different breeds of clowns.. tophatted clowns usually have much more whimsy.. some even with magic. now, the thing is, this only applies to SOME tophatted clowns. We need more evidence. now i need you to look close at yourself once again. y’see that?? it’s a BRAID. you have long, braided hair. y’know what THAT means right??? more power. a tophat PLUS a braid(s) basically CONFIRMS that you’re magical. that’s fucking CRAZY. you have got to have like some kind of crazy ability or something. not only that, but i see that eyepatch you have there. sadly, that had to remove atleast 2 ability/power/whimsy/magic points.(im sorry) and the scar has to remove atleast 1 more ability/power/whimsy/magic point.(sorry😞) now, i have not been keeping track of how many power points you have like at all. so basically im subtracting from ZERO.. which if you think that’s “unfair” or that “sucks” you’re STUPID and you obviously DO NOT know how whimsy points work. 0 is the MAX amount of points you can have, you being at -3 is actually an extremely high score. ok so if -3 is a high score, then what’s a low score? well, a low score in ability points is about 5 or so. if that doesn’t make sense, i don’t care, because this is a fake system i made up on the spot while writing this. shut up. now, im not a clown so my magic points are automatically at like around a B-. which basically means, you would most likely win a fight if i were trying to harm you. BUT WAIT. i’m not done. i said “most likely”. there is around a 12.57% i could win this fight. that is a low percentage. i’m not risking it. the last 5 sentences you just read were for absolutely nothing, ALL of this you are probably reading for absolutely nothing. i’m done writing this.

so, i suppose the answer is, no. i’m not currently trying to harm you, guy from bungo stray dogs. (i forgot your name)

[crispy-bonnie]

You reject them — FBI UNITS

wrote this for the sole purpose of angst . plus i had it in my inbox and never got around to finishing it LMAO

!! MENTIONS OF ABUSE/BULLYING UNDER THE CUT . PLEASE BE ADVISED !!

SWAT Shield

Since his confession wasn’t direct, it wasn’t clear what his reaction was until after

Cloaker and Dozer were fuckin MORTIFIED and immediately tried to dismiss it as a joke before dragging away a still frozen Shield mf really said renpy error code

Once Shield was in a safer spot [the Medic Bay] he immediately burst into tears like oml please help this man

He was so heartbroken over it. He had his doubts, sure, but he was WAY too unprepared for rejection

Now every time Dozer and Cloaker would try to come around and console him, he’d lash the fuck out

Just a major ass depressive episode

He even gets his pay cut by Winters for not doing good enough on the field. THAT’S how bad it is

Shield just completely gives up on it. I like to think that he’s a hopeless romantic, and he was so set on having you as his lover

But upon rejection, he dropped any hope of love and pretty much resented it

At some point, he manages to recover to a degree, but he can’t seem to look at you, or any medic for that matter, the same again

Taser

“I’m sorry but… I can’t say I feel that same spark.”

The FUCKING HEARTBREAK MAN

Taser does his best not to burst into tears at this response. Like- he would laugh, and he tries to, but it makes him wanna cry more

At least you made an effort to let him down sweetly???

After that, it’s total isolation

Nobody can drag the poor boy out of his room. Not Captain Winters, Medic units, or even other fellow Tasers

He just locks himself in his room, leaving himself to either his gadgets, games, or comics

He seems to get better at some point, but if you’re brought up in a conversation or you walk up to him, he makes up and excuse to bail

To summarize it, he avoids thinking about you [let alone interacting with you at all]

Dozer

Dozer is the second to most reasonable with his reaction

It takes him a few days or so, but he eventually does come to terms with the fact that you aren’t interested in him

He ends up being a bit gloomy during this time period but he still does his best to keep in touch with you

Dozer would try to distract himself from the depressive thoughts by hanging out with other Bulldozers or trying to stay a bit more positive about the situation.

The only problem is that whenever he tries to distract himself by keeping himself busy, his mind always manages to wander back to you and it's killing him oml

Legit it's so bad that he's considering retirement because just being part of the PD is reminding him of you

Kinda just hermits, y'know?

He does eventually get himself back in shape, but he isn't as great as he was before the heartbreak

Cloaker

Excuse me what

Repeat that for me again, you said no?

He couldn't even process your clear discomfort, he was too dumbfounded upon your rejection

Cloaker completely denies this at first. He just chuckles and says how your joke was pretty funny

He attempts to ask you out several times after that, and it takes discipline from both the Medic units and Captain Winters before he FINALLY gets the memo

Cloaker transitions from flirting to absolutely bullying you

He'll even get other Cloakers in on it. Wrecking your lunch, making fun of you, and even beating you if you try to speak up

At some point, the Medics catch on and end up disciplining him and the other Cloakers severely whilst putting you on protective watch

Despite this, he still does his best to ridicule you and put you down, thinking that it'll make his sad and heartbroken thoughts go away

But they never do

Medic

Medic is the one with the most reasonable reaction out of all the units

He kinda just nods and leaves you be, going back to his room to munch sadly on the chocolates he got for you

Man, heartbreak on Valentine's Day sucks huh?

He does his best to keep a bright mood so that he doesn't affect anyone else

Though, when he's in private, he's just bawling his eyes out or just generally being depressed because of the situation

Medic kept trying to rethink it over and over again. You were the right person, maybe it was just the wrong time

But every time he had the opportunity to ask you out again, he never managed to do it

He was afraid that you would say no again and it would ruin the friendship that the two of you still managed to hold up

Medic just kept rethinking the scenario in his head, stuck in the fantasy of your acceptance while nobody was looking

Sniper

Like Medic, he just nods and leaves you alone. The only difference is that he's angry about it

Sniper does his best not to lash out at anyone else, instead taking his aggression out on the field when he's sniping bad guys down

Though, it builds up to the point where he nearly shoots down a civilian

This is when he ends up having to take actual time off to let out some steam

While he's on his break, he'll visit the training room a lot more. So much to the point where he could be going for a full bodybuilder fit rather than his usual average

He withdraws so much to the point where he stops talking to you, other Snipers, and just everybody

Sniper's withdrawal causes him to resign from the police force, using his leftover money to get an apartment to kinda just turn into a hikikomori

[access--granted]

I'm bad at thinking on the spot, but I have some firm faves, lol. (Disclaimer, I accidentally wrote you an encyclopaedia, sorry!)

1. Jill. REmake was my first game early this year and I played as her. It's what sucked me into fullblown brainrot lmfao. I've played most of the series now and for the most part, Jill has remained one of the most consistent and realistic female characters throughout the series (imo). I mean, I've never looked at my screen an thought "has the director ever seen her character before? What the hell is this?" Which in RE is a rare occurrence lmfao! She isn't super, overly sexualised and I honestly just thoroughly enjoy her personality and story. She knows who she is and what her goals are. Death Island absolutely solidified this for me. It made me feral, I stg. Her arc was phenomenal. I want a brand new Jill campaign. I need her as a main game character again soon. She's one of the best. SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE WITH CHRIS KILLING WESKER INSTEAD OF SHEVA SOMEBODY HAS TO SAY IT. An original that holds her own. Just... *chefs kiss*.

2. Claire. Similar reasons to Jill. She has clear motivations and a good arc. Her campagin is my favourite part of RE2make and I think it's shamefully underrated. I found her realtionship with Sherry a lot more significant than Leons and honestly, her A playthrough was just... better? That's perisnal opinion though. I wish they'd let this woman buy a new outfit. She's worn the same jacket since '98. Recycling queen I guess, lmfao. I don't think people really give her enough attention or credit. She's incredibly kind and patient but could also beat me to a pulp. Phenomenal.

3. Chris. Okay, a few iffy portrayals but he's overall a very solid character. I like him so much because he's a "terrifying but actually very soft and huggable" trope in my mind, lmao. I can't shake the Awkward Father vibe, no matter how many 400lbs machine guns he plays around with. I just think he's very tired and wants to watch a football game with friends. Give him a break.

4. Ethan Winters. It's fucking Ethan Winters. Ethan and Rose were excellent new additions to the cast. I adored them. They were something different, refreshing, realistic (minus the lego man hands... dude's made of mold tho so...) and just very likeable. Dude just chills in the background at functions wanting to go home.

5. Leon. Leon's equally one of the most interesting but frustrating protagonists. I think his OG progression is a complete mess. There's some parts I love, some parts I think make zero sense. I always got the sense that they wanted to be ambitious with Leon, but didn't know what the audience would and wouldn't accept. Does this man have a personality? Yes, we'll hint at one, but we absolutely must adhere to naughts cringe hero stereotype just incase. He often leaves me perplexed, but I enjoy him. He's fun to nitpick and study (and make fun of!!!) and he arguably has one of the most interesting long-term stories. I think remakes are going harder to bring this to light. At it's core, the Leon story is about his relationship with corruption, the government and how he deals with it and who to trust. It could be... SOMETHING. I think we're getting there. The changes in remakes are making it more and more possible. They're taking risks and it greatly benefits him as a character overall. He makes sense. He's understandable.

(PS a lot of this sounds like nonsensical jumbled ass, I'm so sorry lmao. I did not sleep and I need pain meds today bc hashtag chronic pain. If this message is total dumbassery jibberish you have my deepest apologies!)

Ahhh, hi! I absolutely love a good old encyclopedia ask, don't you worry. (And you're probably gonna get a long ass answer too, lmao).

REmake Jill is my favourite Jill. Her kick ass determination and personality are just so good. She was my first ever example of a strong female character as a kid, and she's always been my absolute fave. Totally agree with you that DI sold her to me even more. She desperately needs a new campaign in a mainline game ASAP, I've missed her too damn much.

I feel like Claire has had most hate in the franchise (in my personal experience, at least), and honestly, I don't get the whole "Claire is so annoying" crap I've seen people say in the past. She has good motivation. A college student going to search for her S.T.A.R.S member brother when she doesn't hear from him, only to survive a hellish night amidst a viral outbreak and cure a child? So badass.

Chris is 100% awkward dad vibes despite his badassery and boulder punching skills, no doubt about it. He's more sensitive than people understand him to be. (Which literally makes no sense, considering how broken he is whenever someone he cares about doesn't make it, lol). Let this man live, put his feet up and relax.

Ethan, my guy. I fucking love him so much. I remember how so many people hated him, back when RE7 first came out. "Oh, but he's just some random guy who is looking for his missing wife. How boring." Uh, isn't that what makes him so much more interesting? He's not an agent, or a S.T.A.R.S member, or whatever like the others are. He's a man willing to go above and beyond to save someone he loves. He gets put through so much shit and still selflessly sacrifices himself. What a guy.

Leon is a hot mess (affectionately). Capcom wanted to do things with OG Leon, and they just didn't know how to go about it. He's definitely a fun one to pick apart and analyse. You're right, though. I definitely think they could really polish what kind of character they want him to be with future installments since they've already gotten him to a pretty decent place already. I've always loved him, but he sure has been a roller coaster ride, hahaha.

Honestly, I always love getting long asks like this, especially from mutuals I wanna talk more to. It's just a shame I'm such a socially awkward coward and can't initiate conversation myself. 😂 I had a lot of fun answering this, so thank you, and I really hope you can rest up soon!

[pileofmush]

kind of my first work, just wrote this for my queen in a few hours. soulmate au where if you touch your soul mate its an inky black mark. ily mushy ♡♡

-/♡\-

It's a winter night, Tokyo streets cold, sparse. Warm, golden lights in houses, their children long gone to bed lest they be scolded by loving parents. You make a note to wear warmer gloves tomorrow, one you'll surely forget by 9.

There's a daughter and what you think her mother, on the sidewalk drinking soup. Could be tea though. Or hot cocoa. Either way, you envy them, their warmth.

The wool of your brown jacket feels crisp under your fingertips, almost uncomfortably so. You've fucked up in your decision to not wear the other one.

Ah well. Not like you're changing it now.

You spot a stranger around your age, meticulously satin stitching what seems to be a rose into a polyester sweater. Grey eyes absorbed, focused.

Snow crunches under your feet as you stumble over yourself to the bench he rests on.

When you plop yourself down, you're not sure if he notices at all. And it's not a rose, it's a red lotus. One whose poinsettia red color makes a stark contrast to the cerulean blue of the sweater.

He has coffee. Smells like it anyway, you've been told you have a keen sense for these things.

"Somebody's got bad taste in coffee."

If he hadn't noticed you before, he surely did now, his index and thumb grasping the needle mid stitch to look at you, only you. You think he must be bad at multitasking.

He smiles at you. He looks tired, like he hasn't had a good rest in centuries. "I suppose you're not a fan of Mushy then?"

"No, not that at all. Their pastries are to die for, just that the coffee can kill. How do you drink that stuff?" You return his gesture, lighter, softer.

He looks on the verge of death with how pale he is, wouldn't want to kill him with too much energy, now.

"Well, stranger, I do love the taste of their coffee."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Okay, I hate it."

You chuckle, high, bright.

"Then why do you drink it?" You ask. His smile looks less forced now, a hint of genuine laughter behind those soulless eyes. It's subtle, it's faint.

It's there, barely.

"I don't. Bought it, took one sip and forced a swallow. Now I'm gonna have to finish this, I'm not wasting 400 yen."

You giggle, you've done the same thing.

"Well, stranger, I admire your courage to finish one of those, and your lotus. It's pretty, don't know why you're embroidering in two-below-zero weather."

His smile drops, the light fades. You worry about what you've said.

"It's for a friend of mine." He says. Doesn't elaborate. You don't push.

You don't know his name, you tell him yours. Yuta, he says, Yuta, you repeat. It rolls off your tongue nicely.

"Well, mister Yuta, your finger look cold. You need help?" You ask. He tilts his head to the side, his hands outstretched with the sweater, the needle. The thread.

You lift your gloves off, the winter air stinging a familiar burn. You brush against him as you take it, the well known ink of love blooming in a patch on his left wrist.

"Oh my."

-/♡\-

ily and I did this because you write well and I wanted to try my hand at it. It might suck, it might not. Lmk what you think, I'm sorry it's so short tho :(

Ps: mushy is just a cameo for you, I'm sure your coffee is to die for and not to kill.

-rosie

i'm. fighting the urge to scream. i'm. so. ?????

words cannot express how fucking feral this makes me. this is your first work??? you're cracked. absolutely insane. i absolutely love the atmosphere you've set up. it's so moody and alluring. and your language is so evocative and pretty. immediately sucked me into the story. and i'm honestly just so intrigued!! by the whole premise.

my favorite line: He looks on the verge of death with how pale he is, wouldn't want to kill him with too much energy, now.

LOL!!! killed me. i really enjoyed the narration (she's so me).

but yeah reader's personality was so casually cool. and i also really like your take on dead-inside, dog-tired yuuta. the bit you wrote about the touch of sincerity when he smiled the second time had me giggling deviously. everything about this had me giggling deviously. it gave me such a high!

also also, the last line about the ink of love blooming on his wrist? talk about IMAGERY. so fucking pretty, oh my gosh.

i'm sooo flattered that you would write this for me 😭

it had so much depth and there are many aspects of your writing that i aspire to reach so please, if you need it, please take this as my overwhelming encouragement and endorsement to pursue whatever else you desire to write 💗

if you wanted my advice, i'd advise you to not waste any time on second-guessing your writing skills bc, trust me, you've already got it, but ik that's easier said than done. i second-guess myself too (like- all the time). but the important part is that you enjoy it, and if you really have the urge to write, just write, mi amor. post it, don't post it, just know whatever you do, you can be proud of yourself bc like?? who else is doing it like you?? you did that.

nottt to get up on my high horse at all i'm just a girl who likes to write and read. but i just really want you to know that you're talented and i adore this piece. thank you so much ily2 we're locked in rosie and there's nooo switching up. i've got u.

ps. i honestly wouldn't know on my coffee-making skills bc i drown it out with my creamer 🤭 u very well could've clocked me lmaoookf

me checking my inbox and seeing that you went out of ur way to write smth for me:

me reading the first few words and realizing that this is gonna be right up my alley:

me realizing that something i posted on the internet caused another person to feel so much they felt the need to express themselves thru art:

[akaashism]

22 y/o kageyama moving to italy and knowing what it's like to be truly homesick for the first time in his life.

moving from miyagi to tokyo wasn't the same because not only was his hometown just a train ride away but tokyo also had so many familiar faces around that he never really felt out of place. but now, shifting to a whole new continent, a new country where you don't speak the language, where you don't know anyone, a brand new culture –it's the first time he realises how terrifying it can be.

he wants to confide in hinata and seek comfort from him but he also thinks he'd sound silly because hinata has already gone through this at a much younger age and with hardly any of the privileges/facilities kageyama has as a pro player. he's afraid he'll sound childish and spoiled.

so he keeps quiet, acting like everything is fine and bottling up his feelings inside. during their calls, he acts distant so he doesn't give himself away and hinata notices, of course he does. he tries to pry it out of kageyama but he insists that nothing's wrong.

hinata slowly notices the subtle cues from kageyama –the way he drags out their calls, how he's always reluctant to say goodbye, when he asks hinata to send him pictures of his meals, of japanese buildings and streets, how he only gives vague details about how he's settling in rome –and realises how much it reminds him of himself back when he first went to rio. he finally understands what's going on.

so during one of their calls, he casually asks, "so. are you feeling homesick yet?"

unsurprisingly, kageyama's snap answer is to deny. "of course not."

hinata sighs and says softly, "it's okay if you are. there's nothing wrong with missing home. it's natural. nobody's going to think any less of you, least of all me."

there's a sharp inhale on the other end and then quietly, hesitantly, kageyama speaks up. "you don't think it's stupid?"

hinata's heart squeezes. "i know we like to make everything a competition but this isn't one. i missed home everyday, you know –my mom and natsu, all our friends, the food, the language. and... you. i really missed you."

kageyama heaves a shuddering breath. "oh..."

"tobio," hinata reassures gently. "it's okay."

there are a few moments of heavy silence and hinata waits patiently. he knows kageyama needs the time.

finally, in a small voice, he admits it. "you're right...i do. i do miss home. it's hard sometimes, being here. everything is so new." his voice shakes a little when he adds, "when does it get better?"

hinata smiles. "soon," he says. "and till then, you can crib and complain all you want. be angry or scared or frustrated, it's all cool. i'm here."

he can hear the relief in kageyama's voice when he mutters a stilted thanks and shuffles around awkwardly.

they talk for a few more minutes and when hinata's about to hang up, he's stopped by kageyama's voice once again, softer this time. more intimate.

"hey, hinata?" he whispers.

hinata's breath catches. "yeah?"

"i miss you too."

and maybe, hinata thinks as he grins giddily, homesickness isn't so bad after all.

[sunnyjae]

hey! im actually obsessed with your writing (its so good omg, youve got me going CRAZY) so maybe #34 & #44 with dom!jake x sub!reader and maybe it being like enemies but lowkey fwb? and well you can do wtv with nicknames (pretty girl and those along those lines has me going insane tho)

sorry if its too detailed! you can do whatever with this req !!

lmao me crying 😩 anything with pretty in front of it is a yes

i hope this one was a vibe lol i think i enjoyed writing this one a little too much

also thank you for reading! I’m super surprised i get you guys riled up like that haha ;)

prompts: #34 "get on your knees," + #44 "you want my cum?"

pretty girl [part one] ♡ sjy [req]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ jake x fem!reader, strict-ish soft??dom!jake, sub!reader

genre ♡ non-idol!au, suggestive, smut, fluff

warnings ♡ dumbification, overuse of petnames, riding, lots of dialogue (bc i'm a whore for dirty talk but we all knew), low-key breeding kink, so much teasing oh my, finger sucking like twice??, dirty talk ofc, low-key ddlg, very unrealistic scenario lol

word count ♡ 2.9k

summary ♡ jake's a tease in your frenemies (sort of) relationship, little did you know he's a tease inside the bedroom too

You cursed yourself at the mental image of getting on your knees for Jake, his fingers gripping your chin as he fed you the tip of his hot, fat cock, desperate for some relief. The way you drooled, imagining him calling you filthy names, making you swallow his big load - one that he had been saving just for your pretty mouth.

Grumbling at the thought, you remembered the time he’d teased you in front of the guys, even going the extra mile and calling you in class several times just to say he found your spot cream in the fridge. The boy heckled you, embarrassed you and made fun of you whenever he could, and yet you were still so affected by his presence it made you want to swear aloud sometimes.

And when you were in the middle of washing the dishes, your brother's best friend lazily ambled in, taking notice of you in all your pajama-ed glory. Jake gritted out an internal ‘Shit.’, feeling his dick stiffen in his sweats (as if it wasn’t the first time you did that to him). He stalked around the kitchen island behind you, and his voice broke the silence.

"You look nice," he lilted, and with a clatter, you dropped the utensils you were holding.

Opting to leave them now that they were sinking into the water anyway, you mumbled a weak, "Go away,".

Jake only chuckled in response, letting his eyes graze you up and down shamelessly. He eyed the way your spaghetti top hugged your boobs, accentuating your waist and leading to the hem of your shorts, which clung deliciously to your ass as if they were made for you. You just looked so breakable yet so soft.

Jake couldn't help but groan internally. And by God did he want to absolutely fucking wreck you.

He found your diary around a week ago, in which you wrote your frustrations out (including your sexual ones), and Jake had noticed something incredibly interesting as he was casually flicking through - he noted it was for your own safety, not his mind-boggled curiosity.

You liked a lot of the same...niche...things he liked. Although Jake had never brought it up to his past girlfriends, the idea of you allowing him to take the role of the carer, you being his baby, in whatever silent feud-slash-lust thing you had going on, had his knees buckling under him.

"Calm down, I'm just giving you a compliment." he sidled up beside you, lips pushing outwards into a cute duck-like pout.

You had to gulp down your saliva, legs already trembling at his proximity. The way he leaned over you, deliberately making you feel tiny, had your head positively spinning.

"Please, give me some space." you yelped out, voice nearly breaking because of the tension in your lungs.

He raised his hands in defence and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you finally wash and dry your hands - one of the cute things he noticed about you too, was that they were significantly smaller than his.

He smirked when he noticed you trembling with the bowl in your hand.

"You need help?"

Your fingers were white from how hard you were gripping the ceramic, and you couldn't help but whine under your breath from the intensity of his gaze. It was like he was actively trying to make you submit to him, but the power in that - without him having to say a word - was what made you wet.

"Uh, no. I'm fine." you replied unnecessarily sharply, feeling your cheeks warm with heat. Jake pushed himself away from the toaster and took a few tempting strides closer to you, watching you take out a can opener and a tin you needed to get some fruit out for the frozen yogurt you were tasked with making for tonight. Sunghoon had invited Jake to stay over for the night, since it was a Wednesday and your lectures were cancelled altogether - Jake Sim was thrilled at the information (for many reasons).

Leaning over your shoulder, his lip twitched at your struggle with the tool. "Dummy." he muttered, gently taking the items from you.

Your throat dried at his comment, but your pussy definitely wasn't close to being that. You chose not to pick up on it, for the sake of your own ego. Jake opened the tin with ease and poured the peach slices out into the bowl beside you, setting the tin down with a light thud.

What you didn’t expect, however, was when two of his fingers accidentally dipped into the syrup, and he lifted them to your lips expectantly. "Open." Jake muttered, eyeing your pretty mouth. He just knew you’d taste sweet.

You didn't know why you were following through, but it was like his words affected you more than you initially thought.

Watching your lips part, Jake smirked that same pretentious smirk he always did and waited for you to "Suck."

He found himself muttering “God, I wish you’d get on your knees for me.” with no real aim of having you hear it, but knowing your enfatuation with him, of course you'd perk up at anything he did.

You closed your eyes, lips eventually circling his digits without much thought. When your eyes opened again, Jake nearly swore aloud while feeling your tongue swipe at the pads of his fingers. Your eyes were wide and gazing into his with a deep longing that had him stirring in his pajama sweats.

He pulled his fingers out of your desperate mouth reluctantly, "Pretty." before stepping over to the fridge like he hadn't just caused you to nearly collapse onto the tiles your legs were trembling on.

The sweetness lingered on your lips, and you licked at them subtly, wishing it were Jake's tongue on them instead of your own. The way he would softly praise you, call you his, make you lie down all pretty for him like a gorgeous pillow princess.

"Making dessert?" he asked, casually taking out a banana milk bottle from one of the shelves inside. That question snapped you out of your reverie almost immediately.

You stared intensely at the bowl in front of you, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further by making any more unnecessary eye contact. Like this, you felt like dumb in front of Jake sometimes, and you knew he enjoyed seeing you in this way.

"Yeah." you breathed airily, swallowing hard to curb the whine that edged to escape from your throat - the reason being his eyes ; those dialated pupils roving over your tense body, coming up to meet your own every so often.

"Don't you uh- have anything better to get to?"

His lack of immediate response had you balking.

"You know," he took a sip of his milk, leaning back to set it aside - the action itself nonchalant, worryingly tempting. "If I asked you nicely to be kinder to me then you'd probably do it,"

"You're just dumb like that."

A soft gasp filled the air, and you realised it was you once his eyebrows raised in response. "Am I wrong?"

You watched as he pushed himself away from the freezer, edging a few steps forward to meet you next to the island. He was a whole foot taller than you, and somehow having your vision obscured by a certain Jake Sim gave you the dragon equivalent of butterflies in your tummy.

"Gonna be nice to me from now on?" he mocked, lip upturned. "Play on that goody-two-shoes personality for me? Be a good girl?"

"I-" you whined, words on the precipice of your tongue, teetering on the edge of a terrific, catastrophic plunge.

"Aw," he tutted, tilting his head back to take in your embarrassed, heated gaze. Your decreasing ability to speak, making him struggle to keep the (albeit tiny) space left between you. Jake felt the need to lean down to whisper in your ear, "When you decide to play nice, you come and find me."

And that was the end of your last anticipated conversation with Jake that evening, the air of tension in the kitchen merging with whatever Sunghoon's suspicious gaze brought with it as he strolled in. His sister and his best friend were polar opposites, so awkwardness didn't come as a surprise with two contrasting personality types, however Sunghoon sure had had enough of this bermuda triangle of fumbling words and strange energy.

Finishing rinsing with mouthwash after brushing your teeth was the highlight of your night time routine for sure. It was the very last thing you usually did before bed, other than applying some lip care and lotion to your skin. The bathroom door left slightly ajar opened a little more, closing behind the last person you'd expected to see. He leaned over the sink next to where you stood, his thumb barely brushing the material of your shorts over your hips as he gave his face a once-over in the mirror.

"I'm still using the bathroom."

"I know."

You mumbled, words coming out uncharacteristically pathetic to anyone who would have known you for you. "You um- could wait?"

His eyes caught yours, almost glinting in the mirror's LED light, glazing over at the mere sight of you. You curled into yourself, the drawer handle under the sink basin digging into your mid-thigh when he stepped behind you, arms caging you in further. The death grip you had on your vaseline tin had the metal warming in your palm, a discomfort settling in from the ridges indenting your skin.

Breath cool, heart pounding, knuckles white, your lips formed around his name in a whisper.

"Hm?"

Jake reached up to twist your head to face him, thumb just under your shiny bottom lip.

You just knew this was going to be a gruelling and difficult sleep.

Coming into Sunghoon's room (tonight, Jake's) was something you never thought you'd do. Duvet and pillow in hand, you stood at the door.

You sniffled, feeling overwhelmed from just twenty minutes ago when you were sucking on his fingers. With the softness in his touches, yet a hardness in his eyes that could be mistaken for malice, you recalled the names he'd called you.

"What're you doing here pretty?" Jake asked, noticing your figure in the threshold to his room as he scrolled through his phone. You brought your shoulders to your ears and looked down shyly.

"Come here." he invited, glancing down at his lap for you to get the message, his bulge was still painfully straining from earlier.

You mewled, crawling over to his bed, watching him peel the duvet and settle you onto his hips, moving his hands to your face, he stroked over your cheeks and lips with his thumbs, sighing.

He was so warm you couldn't help but put your stuff aside and melt into his body, pressing your cheek against his chest and your hands on his pecs. "Jus' wan'ed to sit." you muttered, not even coherent at this point.

"Dumb little baby wanted to sit on my lap?" he asked, smoothing his palms down the skin of your plush thighs.

"Yeah," you nodded, now moving your head so you were face to face.

"I thought you didn't like me sweetheart," he sighed, not being able to stop the smirk from appearing again.

"Hm," you huffed, face hot.

"Are you gonna be good and answer me?" he thumbed at your lips, eyes gazing at them shining under the dim light of Sunghoon’s desk lamp.

“You’re annoying, Jake. I don’t like you.” you lied, feeling his cock press into your crotch, hot under his pajama pants.

Jake sighed teasingly. “Well, pretty girl,” hands moving down to your hips, he pressed you down onto his hardness more. “That’s a shame, isn’t it?”

Chest tight, your nipples hardened under your flimsy crop top. “W-why?”.

He hummed, pressing his face into your neck softly. “I’m in a very giving mood right now.” he sighed, lips dragging across your skin until they reached your ear. “But considering your dislike for me, I don’t think you’ll want what I have to offer.”

“W-what do you have to offer, Jakey?” you whispered, shuddering. He smirked into the side of your face.

A pause. “Are you going to tell me the truth?” he lilted, “I don’t like lying little girls - they don’t get rewards.”

You swallowed, a strained sound escaping your throat. “I-I wasn’t lying.”

“Oh, but I know you were.” he nodded, nosing at you as you melted into him. “C’mon baby, tell me what’s going on in that dumb little head of yours.”

“I’m sorry Jakey.” you whined, “I-”

He stroked at your head with one hand, lips pouting at your jaw to press a featherlight kiss to it.

“I-I think about you sometimes.” you mumbled, breath hitching when he let out an affirmative sigh. “I’m listening,” he replied with a coy smile.

“Dirty things,” you added.

Jake was thrilled, cock hard and swollen under the confines of his clothes. “What kind of dirty things, sweetheart?” The words could have been so so innocent if it weren't for the hot bulge pressing into you as you melted into his lap.

You had to gulp, and it was audible. “Like s-sitting on Jakey’s lap.”

“Like now?”

You reached his ear with your lips, the sweetness of your scent making Jake want to manhandle you flat on the pillows and make you scream and cry in pleasure. “Yeah- but- I sometimes think about Jakey’s cock in me. A-and Jakey’s cum.”

“Hm. Such a good girl for telling me the truth.” with his mouth at the shell of your ear again, his voice reverberated delectably closer to you.

“What did you want to offer?” you mumbled, soft fingers playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

The next words Jake uttered make your cunt throb shamelessly.

“Dumb baby’s princess parts must be feeling achy, huh?”

You felt yourself nod fervently, “Jakey was going to offer you his cock to sit on - to make that special spot feel better again. How does that sound?” he added with a whisper.

“Please let me on your cock,” you begged, bouncing on his lap a little in anticipation, and Jake halted your movements with steady hands on your waist.

He pretended to think, thumbs reaching the band of your silk shorts to just snap the elastic back teasingly.

“I don’t think my dumb baby’s princess parts belong to Jakey, though.” his lips twitched, fingers letting go of the fabric and pressing his fingertips into your hot slit.

“They do! T-they belong to you.” you hiccuped, completely drunk on Jake's words and teasing actions alone. You were worried before that if he were to make you suck on his fingers once more, you'd really probably cum with one touch.

He smiled, amused at your pleading. “Jakey’s princess parts.” you affirmed innocently, whimpering at the feeling of relief where his fingers just pressed.

“You gonna let Jakey slide his big cock into his princess parts?” He bit his lip, "All creamy, huh?"

“Yeah.” and with that approval, he pushed the crotch of the material covering your pussy to the side and pulled himself out of his bottoms.

“You like my cock, sweetheart?” he asked, his length hard on his stomach. Your eyes were wide at the new image, not really managing to process the situation.

You smiled shyly, pressing your face into his cheek. “Yeah.”

lmao this is giving ‘warm’ vibes

Finally pressing his tip into you, your pussy lips parted at the stretch, the fullness something you’d been waiting for so patiently since he first started to have such an effect on you. “Oh fuck-”

“Stupid girl, Jakey doesn’t like swearing. Apologise.” when he was fully sheathed in you, balls deep, his voice slipped deliciously into a lower octave.

“‘M sorry,” you drooled, face nuzzled into his shoulder. “Deep.”

“Fucked dumb.” he sighed, “All pretty for me.”

“Cum.” you pawed at his shoulder, the hands he had on your hips lifting you up and pressing you down onto his cock again. “Want cum.”

“You want to cum?”

“No- I want Jakey’s cum. In Jakey’s princess parts.” your voice was shaky and wrecked, and your thighs trembled at the feeling of being so satiated and finally filled to the brim.

“You want my cum?” Jake used his fingers to tilt your head up to be level with his so he could gaze into your eyes.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll give you a big load, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that.” he groaned at your tightness. “You wanna leak my cum?”

“All the time,” you pouted, teary eyes reflecting need and desperation.

"Bounce on it then sweetie, just like this." he lifted you by the hips so he slipped out, the tip just stretching out your opening before he pressed you back down again. The sharp fullness made you almost sob.

Complying with his instruction, you sat up and began to move. Jake's cock slipped in and out of you with lewd quelches and a repeated pap pap pap that should have been something out of a porno, along with your cute sounds and Jake's heavy breathing.

You moved. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. And the way he gazed into your eyes as you moved had butterflies erupting in your tummy. 

"Such a pretty girl," he smiled at you, the genuinity taking you back a little, even in your wrecked and sensitive state. As you started getting tired, Jake pressed a few shushing kisses to your jaw. "Shhh, baby. Just sit, okay? I'll take care of you."

And he pressed you down into his lap, using his thumb to rub pretty circles onto your little clit. "Jakey's Princess feeling good?" he asked, cursing under his breath as he nearly felt himself cum when you clenched tight around him.

"Princess parts feel so good." you nodded, eyes half-lidded as you shuddered on top of him as your climax hit. "Hmmm."

"Coming around my cock so well," he shushed you with his lips, the mewling from your lips growing in volume at the stinging sensitivity. "You gonna let Jakey fuck his cum into you?"

"Please," breathless, you approved, and that's all it took for Jake to give you his load finally.

Wrapping his arms around you, he tiredly reached for the duvet and shuffled with you on top of him and him still inside you.

You were satisfied, and whatever you and Jake had to talk out would be saved for the morning when you were more coherent.

i'm so so sorry i've been away for this last week! i got a lot requests so it's been a matter of keeping up with that and schoolwork. because of something personal I am going through it will take me longer to complete all your requests. I'm really sorry once again lovelies ♡ i hope you guys enjoyed this piece 😊

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Mistletoe

Summary: Dustin hatches a scheme to get you and Eddie together (I suck at these summaries I’m sorry)

Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slow burn, angst, friends to lovers

Warnings: Language, anxious thoughts, insecurities, pet names used(Sweetheart, babydoll, doll, dolly, princess, baby), maybe ooc characters?, Christmas(but celebrated by agnostics, so no religion talk here)

Word Count: 5.8K

Author’s Note: Hello, this was going to be part 4 of my series but I didn’t love how it came out. I wrote a new part 4 and posted it but I know some people like this one so I made it a one shot.. I’ve also been toying with the idea of taking suggestions for one-shot ideas, either with this character or different ones, let me know if you would want me to try that! Also I may have made the first day in this fic be my birthday(not the year though), so thats just a little easter egg for y’all.

I wish I could tell you why it’s adding random definition links to the lyrics in this fic but I don’t know. So sorry about that.

My taglist is open, let me know if you would like to be added in the next part! 

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome!

Masterlist

Monday, Dec. 16, 1985 

“So run this by me again?” Mike asked, shutting his locker and beginning his way towards their shared class.

“We throw a Christmas party after Hellfire so we can hang mistletoe and get them to kiss, then they might finally realize how they feel about each other.” Dustin answered, gesturing with his hands.

“Why does it need to be a Christmas party? Why don’t we just hang the mistletoe? Do we need to make it a party?” Lucas questioned as he followed his friends.

“Why would there be a random piece of mistletoe hanging in the drama room? This is a school. This way we can say that it’s just tradition.” Dustin responded, stopping just before their classroom door.

“I don’t know, I feel a little weird about forcing them to kiss, you know?” Mike said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“They’re idiots Mike, they won’t ever tell each other. I just know if we can get Y/N and Eddie to just kiss for real, they won’t be able to hide their feelings anymore.” Dustin said, crossing his arms.

“But they kiss all the time, why would this be different?” Lucas asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

“Yeah on the cheek-” Dustin started.

“Or hand-” Mike interrupted.

“Or forehead-” 

“Or-”

“Yeah, okay I get it!” Lucas exclaimed, stopping his friends from their back and forth.

“The point is, they’ve never really kissed so if we make them maybe they’ll get their heads out of their asses and get together. I can’t listen to Eddie anymore man.” Dustin finished in an almost pleading tone.

“Okay, but you’re the one asking Eddie.” Lucas stated before shaking his head and walking into their class. 

“Right. Shit.” Dustin sighed as Mike gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder before walking into class as well.

~

“You want to have a what now, Henderson?” Eddie asked, eyes scrutinizing and arms crossed, as you all sat at your lunch table. 

“I-uh- was thinking..that it would be nice for us to have a little party before the break.” Dustin explained wide eyed, “You know, to celebrate a semester of adventuring?” His voice rising in octaves near the end.

“A Christmas party?” Eddie clarified.

“Or Yule if you prefer.” Dustin suggested with a nervous smile.

“Absolutely not.” The metalhead declared. “We don’t have Christmas parties in Hellfire Club.”

You watched how Dustin seemed to deflate with disappointment, whatever reason he wanted to have the party seemed important to him. You knew Dustin was an only child like you but he only had his mother, maybe Christmas was lonely with just him and his mom and he just wanted to spend extra time with his friends before being alone for break. You had a large soft spot for the boy, kind of adopting him as a little brother. 

“Eddie, are you sure we can’t make this one exception?” You asked, turning your large eyes on the man. “It’ll be nice to have a little party and spend some non-D&D time together.” 

“Y/N-” Eddie started, about to shut this down, knowing he was weak to your pleading eyes. 

“Eds, it’s important to him.” You stated, adding a gentle hand to one of his crossed arms. 

Eddie sighed and you knew you won. “Fine you little jerk, you can have your ridiculous party.” 

Dustin beamed from his spot next to you. “So what do we need to do to make this little party happen, Dusty?” You asked, using the nickname you had adopted in your 3rd week in Hawkins after hearing his mom call him it one time when you dropped him off.

“We’ll get the decorations and set up before Hellfire, we just need food and drinks.” Now it was Dustin's turn to use his pleading eyes on you.  

“You want me to make you cupcakes again don’t you Henderson?” You asked with a sigh. 

“Please? They’re so good.” He asked quickly. 

‘Fine.” You said exaggeratedly, “You are a little jerk, you know that?”  

“So I’ve been told.” He said before taking a bite of his food. 

~Friday~

“Okay, so just don’t stand over by that corner of the table, that’s where we put it.” Dustin told the rest of Hellfire Club, minus you and Eddie, filling them in on the plan. You were to have your campaign and once it was over the party would start. Dustin would have you put your cupcakes in said corner of a table that was against a wall and near the end of the party he would have you and Eddie end up right under the mistletoe. He knew Eddie loved your cupcakes just as much as everyone else, maybe even more, so all he needed was to get you both over there at the same time. Easy. 

“I don’t know Dustin, this still seems weird to do.” Jeff said, shaking his head from where he sat at the D&D table.

“I know, you guys have been telling me.” Dustin sighed from his seat. 

“It’s not that we don’t want them to get together, I guess we just don’t see why we have to force them.” Mike stated as he got his dice out of his backpack. 

“Yeah, we get that it’s annoying to see them staring at each other all the time but it’s not that bad.” Gareth added. 

“You’re not the one that Eddie calls to talk about her.” Dustin shot back to the group with a shake of his head. 

“He calls you?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah like every couple days right?” Lucas added from his spot next to Mike. 

“Yes. And I need a break. I have my own girlfriend to talk to.” Dustin answered. Yes Eddie was annoying the boy to no end with his calls but he also cared a lot about you and his Dungeon Master. He could see how much you both wanted to be with each other but he knew you wouldn’t get there on your own. So he needed to help. 

Just as Gareth was about to say something else, they all heard the door start to open and shut their mouths. You and Eddie walked in arms full of food and drink. You were carrying your cupcakes and a few bags of chips while Eddie was carrying a case of Mountain Dew and his D&D supplies. Dustin watched your eyes widen and a smile grow on your face as you took in the sparse decorations the boys were able to get, while Eddie rolled his eyes. 

“It looks so cute in here, boys.” You said cheerfully, “Where do you want these Dusty?” 

“Right over there!” Dustin shouted, pointing to the end of the table they had left for the treats. “I’ll take one of those sodas, Eddie.” He quickly added when he saw the metalhead start to follow you to the table. It was too early for that. 

Eddie rolled his eyes again and made his way over to the D&D table, shoving the case of drinks into Dustin’s arms before starting to set up his DMing area. “As requested, Henderson.” He said. 

“Thank you.” The boy said, opening the case and passing the drinks around the table. 

You took your seat next to Eddie and pulled out your character sheet, notebook, and dice. Once all settled you set your attention on Eddie as he addressed the room. 

“Gentlemen. Lady Echo.” He sent you a smile and a wink causing you to beam up at him, both of you too interested in each other to notice the conspiratorial looks being passed around the table around you, “We left off in the tavern in Havenheim. What would you like to do first?” 

~

The party had been going on for a little while now, though it was nearing its end as you knew you had to get all the younger kids home soon. 

“We have to clean up and leave in like 5 minutes okay guys?” You informed Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. You and Eddie had taken the boys to school and would be taking them home before you and Eddie would be heading back to his trailer for the night. 

Dustin’s hands grew sweaty, he had to do this now or never. He noticed Eddie get up after finishing a conversation with Gareth and head over towards the food table. Perfect. 

“Hey Y/N? Could you please get me a cupcake?” He asked as sweetly as he possibly could. “My leg fell asleep!” He added when he saw you about to protest. 

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Sure it did Dusty.” You gave an affectionate little shove before heading over to the table. 

Dustin watched as you approached the table and stood next to Eddie, right under the mistletoe they hung earlier. 

“That little shit wanted a party and now he’s making me get him a cupcake.” You said with a laugh to the metalhead as he was swallowing the cupcake he just inhaled. “Maybe you’re right, I do need to learn to say no to him better.”

“What a little asshole.” He chuckled back, “I know you see him as a little brother, but you don’t need to actually act like it, doll.” 

As you were about to respond, you heard someone loudly clear their voice. Clearly trying to get your attention. You both looked over towards the noise and saw the boy in question, still in his chair where you left him. 

“What now Dustin? I’m about to grab it, calm down.” You said with a sigh. 

“It’s not that. It’s-uh-“ He gestured to a spot above yours and Eddie’s heads. You both looked up and saw the small branch hanging on a wire from one of the beans holding the lights.. 

“Is that-“ Eddie started.

“Mistletoe.” You finished, eyes wider than they were before. You and Eddie looked at each other, neither knowing what to do. 

“We don’t have to..” You said, suddenly feeling incredibly warm. 

“Right. We don’t have to, it’s just a stupid tradition.” Eddie agreed, shoving his hands in his pockets so you couldn’t see them shaking. 

“Yes you do!” Dustin yelled, you both glared at him, causing him to shrink in his seat. 

You fidgeted with your ring as you looked at Eddie, he looked back at you with a nervous expression. Were you about to kiss Eddie? You wanted to, you always did. Almost every moment of every day you wished you could be kissing your best friend. “Does he want to, too?” 

“I-I don’t think the brat is gonna let us leave if we don’t.” You stated with a breathy chuckle, it felt like your heart was going to hammer right out of your chest.

“I don’t think so either.” He said, he took one of his hands out of his pockets and held one of yours. “But only if you’re okay with it sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m okay with it, Eds.” You said with a sweet smile. Eddie nodded his head with an equally sweet smile of his own. You leaned into each other, meeting in the middle. The kiss started tentatively, you both testing the waters, before your lips were molding together. You sighed into the kiss dreamily, unable to help yourself. You felt him smile against your lips, his sweet from the cupcake he had just eaten. Neither of you noticed that this kiss was going on much longer than a kiss between 2 friends forced into a kiss should, too lost in each other.

You broke apart when you heard someone clear their throat again. Both looking over at Dustin who was sitting with his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. “I-uhm- better get that cupcake.” You said, feeling the heat rise to your face. You grabbed a cupcake and went to move towards the boy, you paused. “I uh, need to go to the bathroom before we go, I’ll meet you outside okay?” You said with a nervous smile. 

Eddie nodded his head, returning your smile. You walked over to Dustin and gave him the treat, “Here you go, you jerk.” 

“Thank you!” He chirped back cheerfully. 

You grabbed your backpack and made your way out of the room and down the hall. Once you made it to the bathroom you splashed some water on your face. You and Eddie just kissed. Really kissed. And he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did, unless you were imagining that. Oh, how you hoped that you were right. But it felt like the kiss gave you confidence, you were going to do it. Tonight, you were going to tell Eddie how you feel. 

~

Eddie sauntered up to his friends as they cleaned up the decorations, a large smile on his face. “Was that your reason for this stupid party, Henderson?” He asked the freshman. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Munson.” Dustin with faux innocence. 

“Right, well, whether it was or not. I think tonight might be my night, gentlemen.” He smirked. “After I drop you losers off, we’re going back to my place to watch movies. I’m going to tell her everything.” Ever since that Thanksgiving night Eddie had been looking for the perfect time to tell you. But whenever he got close something stopped him, whether it be his own insecurities or issues with your grandmas health. But tonight felt different.

Eddie grabbed his DMing supplies and the last of the cupcakes before walking out of the room with the group and out to the parking lot to wait for you. “I think you earned these.” He said slyly, handing Dustin the container of sweets. 

As they waited, Eddie noticed that the cheerleaders seemed to be getting out of practice now as well, having had a late session before the break. He saw Chrissy Cunningham, she seemed to be having a tense conversation with her mother by their car. He watched as the girl seemed to shrink under her mothers words as her mother walked around the other side of the car, leaving the girl alone. ‘Wonder what that was about?”

You happened to walk up right then, watching as your crush stared at the most popular girl in your school. You felt the balloon of happiness that had been growing in you since the kiss start to deflate as insecurities flooded your mind. You could almost hear Mike’s voice ringing in your ears, “Yeah, they say he’s had a crush on her since the 8th grade or something.” All the confidence from before seeped out of your body suddenly. You felt foolish, and for the first time since meeting him, you felt like you needed some space from Eddie, not knowing if you could handle being around him feeling like this. 

“Hey.” You said, catching the mans attention. He turned to you with a bright smile. 

“Hey sweetheart, ready to go?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry Eddie, I just remembered that my mom needs me to stay home tonight. Can you actually drop me off first please?” You asked, trying to sound as casual as you could. 

“Oh, uh, yeah doll. Sure.” He said, trying not to sound as disappointed as he felt. 

“Thanks, Eds.” You responded, before making your way towards Eddie’s van.

Eddie and the freshmen boys shared a look between them as you walked away, this wasn’t normal. They followed you to the metalheads van, you were walking fast like you were trying to get away from them. 

You reached the vehicle first, waiting by the passenger door. Eddie walked up and unlocked the door, offering his hand to help you in as he held it open for you, soft smile on his face. “Your carriage, princess.” 

“Thank you.” You said quietly, getting into your seat and closing the door, barely looking at the man. You were trying not to cry due to the embarrassment you were feeling. 

Eddie turned back to the freshmen standing by the back door, Dustin sent him a confused look, “What happened?” He mouthed. 

The dungeon master shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to let them in the van, unable to keep the worry from his face. Had he read everything wrong? He was sure you had enjoyed that kiss just as much as he did. And he thought that the way you reacted to it meant that you might like him back. 

His mind was racing as he started driving towards your house, the van was silent except for the mixtape you had made Eddie playing through the speakers. Eddie looked over at you every so often; you were slightly turned from him, looking out the window. He couldn’t even try to hold your hand like he normally does as you had them shoved in the pockets of your jacket. 

He couldn’t help the thoughts that flooded his mind. Maybe everything had been ruined with that kiss? Maybe you didn’t like him like he did and you were now trying to distance yourself? 

He tried to push them down, hoping you did actually have to help your mom. He stopped outside your house, “Want me to stop by afterwards, dolly?” He asked, hopeful. 

“Sorry, Eddie, not tonight. I think it’s going to be a late night for me. I’ll call you soon.” You answered, you looked up at him and shot him a small smile, missing the hurt in Eddie’s eyes. “Good night guys.” You addressed the van as you opened the door and hopped out, you then walked into your house without a second glance. 

Eddie sat there almost shell shocked. Not only was this one of the first nights you and Eddie would not be spending the night together in a month and a half, you also didn’t give him his goodbye kiss. Whenever the two of you parted you would give Eddie a large kiss on his cheek with a loud “MUAH”. You never left without doing it. 

“Eddie, what happened?” Dustin asked from the back.

“I don’t know.” He responded, confused, as he started driving the rest of them home. 

~Monday~

You were laying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought as the sound of whatever your mom was listening to while cleaning played through the house. It had been a few days since the party and you had been avoiding pretty much everyone. Dustin and Eddie both tried to call you over the weekend, trying to get you to spend time with them, but you just said that you were busy with preparing for Christmas with your family. You felt embarrassed, you figured out pretty early that Dustin planned that whole thing out. You knew he knew you had a crush on Eddie, so you tried not to blame him for trying to help you out. It’s not his fault that Eddie didn’t seem to share your feelings, but you still felt like a fool for hoping. 

You knew that you couldn’t avoid Eddie forever, he was coming to your place for Christmas in 2 days, but you needed time to get your feelings under control and you didn’t know if you could if you were around him. It was unfair to him, you knew, he didn’t do anything wrong. But the idea that him kissing you meant nothing to him while it meant so much to you was eating you alive. 

You got up, needing to do anything to occupy yourself before you drove yourself crazy, you looked around the room. Your eyes flitted to your belongings before landing on your easel in the corner. You sighed, walking up to the painting sitting in it, not quite done yet. It was your Christmas gift to Eddie. You had taken a picture of him at a Corroded Coffin show a couple weeks ago and after showing it to him he said it was the coolest photo anyone had taken of him, you had decided to recreate the picture in large painting for him. It wasn’t quite the distraction you were looking for, as it would be hard not to think about him while painting his likeness, but you only had 2 days until you were going to give it to the man so you needed to finish it.

You began painting after changing into your painting shirt and getting your supplies. Your mothers music could be heard through your open door, a song you knew she loved was playing, This Must Be the Place by The Talking Heads, you let your thoughts wander as you listened to the lyrics. 

“Home is where I want to be

Pick me up and turn me around

I feel numb, born with a weak heart

I guess I must be having fun”

A memory of you and Eddie going to the arcade for the first time came into your mind, the two of you laughing as Eddie tried and failed dramatically to beat your high score in pinball. 

“The less we say about it the better

Make it up as we go along

Feet on the ground, head in the sky

It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing

Oh! I got plenty of time

Oh! You got light in your eyes

And you're standing here beside me

I love the passing of time

Never for money, always for love

Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight”

You remembered that first time he spent the night, laughing during the movie, falling asleep holding hands. You had woken up the next morning in Eddies arms as he smiled down at you sleepily. “Morning dolly.” 

“Home, is where I want to be

But I guess I'm already there

I come home, she lifted up her wings

I guess that this must be the place”

You thought of every time you get to Eddie’s trailer after Corroded Coffin rehearsals, he would open the door almost as soon as you knocked, like he was waiting for you. “Welcome home sweetheart.” He would joke, pulling you into an embrace.

“I can't tell one from the other

Did I find you, or you find me?

There was a time before we were born

If someone asks, this is where I'll be, where I'll be oh!”

Images of Eddie dancing in your passenger seat on your first day meeting him flashed in your mind. 

“We drift in and out

Oh! Sing into my mouth

Out of all those kinds of people

You got a face with a view

I'm just an animal looking for a home and

Share the same space for a minute or two

And you love me till my heart stops

Love me till I'm dead

Eyes that light up

Eyes look through you

Cover up the blank spots

Hit me on the head I got ooh!”

The song faded out, leaving images of Eddie staying in your head. Somehow, you realized, during your time here, Hawkins hadn’t just become your home because it’s where you lived, it became your home because of Eddie. Eddie made this place feel like home, like you belonged here, with him. And you knew that hadn’t changed even after the kiss. You still belonged by Eddie’s side, even if it was not the way you wanted.

~

“Hi Robin. Steve.” You said as you walked into Family Video. It was hours later, you had finished your painting and now you were at the video store to find a distraction for the night. 

“Hey Y/N! No Eddie tonight?” Robin asked from the counter. 

“No, just me.” You said, trying to keep the conflicted emotions off of your face.

“Did something happen?” She asked, clearly sensing something was wrong, you saw her share a look with Steve who was stocking a shelf nearby.

You looked between the two of them, you hadn’t talked to anyone about what happened at the party and it was kind of eating at you. “Uhm, yeah actually.” Steve stopped his task and walked over to the two of you at the counter, ready to listen. 

You told them about the party, how Dustin got you both to kiss, how it seemed like Eddie enjoyed it as much as you, and how you were going to confess your feelings, but that you saw him staring at Chrissy right after, and how hurt you felt after. “I know it’s silly and I’m over-reacting. All he did was look at her. But stupid Mike Wheeler got in my head.” 

“You haven’t talked to Eddie since?” Steve asked, leaned on the counter next to you.

“No, he and Dustin both called but I said I was busy.” You responded with a sigh. 

“I think you and Eddie need to talk about this.” Robin said gently, Steve nodded in agreement.

“And tell him what? ‘Sorry I freaked out, I’m crazy about you and I’m pretty sure you like another girl, let’s still be friends okay?’” You answered sarcastically, “Nah, I don’t think that will work.” 

“Obviously don’t say that.” Steve started. “But there has to be a reason Henderson got you to kiss each other, and I don’t think it’s just because you like Eddie.”

“What are you trying to say?” You asked.

“Just that maybe he was trying to help both of you.” He said with a shrug. 

You couldn’t hope to believe that was true, “I dunno.” You sighed again. “I’ll be seeing Eddie on Christmas so we’ll see what happens.” 

“Just think about what we said, okay?” Robin said, placing a comforting hand on yours. You nodded. 

You grabbed the movie you came to rent, and headed out the door. “See you later.” 

~

Dustin was exiting the arcade when he saw you pull out of your parking space and drive towards the direction of your home. He ran into the video store. “Steve, was Y/N just in here?” the boy practically yelled. 

“Hey Henderson, yeah, she was, why do you ask? Trying to get her to kiss another guy?” Steve said as he was back to stocking the shelves. 

“She told you about that?” The boy sighed.

“Yeah, she did.” Robin chimed in, “She’s really embarrassed.”

“Why?” Dustin asked, confused.

“We know you know she likes Eddie, but she thinks he likes Chrissy.” Steve answered honestly, he was getting tired of being involved in other people’s love lives.

“Chrissy? Why does she think that?” 

“Mike told her that he’s had a crush on her since middle school like her first week here.” Robin said, not seeing the harm since Steve already spilled. 

“And she saw him staring at her after they kissed.” Steve added. “Got in her head. She’s pretty certain that he doesn’t feel the same way as her.” 

“Son of a bitch!” Dustin exclaimed loudly, making his way out of the store.

“Hey where are you going?!” Steve called after him.

“To talk to Eddie!” Dustin shouted back on his way out of the door. 

He grabbed his bike off the rack out front of the arcade and peddled as fast as he could to the trailer park.

~

“EDDIE!” Dustin yelled as he banged on the door to the man’s trailer. “EDDIE!”

“What is it Henderson?” The metalhead asked as he opened the door, clearly annoyed.

“I know what happened now.” The boy said out of breath, shoving past the man into the room.

“Oh do you?” He said with a sigh, this was not the first time Dustin had tried to talk to him about what happened, though this was the first time he came all the way to the trailer. 

“I was at the arcade and I saw Y/N driving away. She was getting a video and I went to talk to Steve and Robin about it and they told me what she said.” The boy said sitting on the small couch. 

Eddie raised his eyebrows and sat next to his friend, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Do tell Henderson.”

“She likes you, that’s just a fact, but Mike opened his big mouth.” Dustin said.

“Wheeler? He didn’t even talk to her.” Eddie said, confused.

“Right. Not on Friday. Months ago, when she first moved here. Mike told her that you’ve had a thing for Chrissy since middle school.” Dustin said quickly, “Y/N saw you staring at her when she came out of the school, guess she thought you still liked Chrissy and got upset.”

“Jesus Christ. Thanks a lot Wheeler.” Eddie sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “And you’re sure?”

“Positive.” The boy answered with a nod.

“Okay, get out.” 

“What?” Dustin asked, eyebrows furrowed. 

“I need you to get out, I’m going to go tell that girl everything.” Eddie smiled at his friend as he stood up and walked to his room. He came back out a moment later holding a wrapped package.

“You’re going to tell her? Right now?” Dustin’s eyes were wide and he had a bright smile. 

“Yep, as soon as you get out of my house.” The metalhead said as he opened the door and gestured for the boy to go, smirk on his face. Dustin hurried out of the door and grabbed his bike. 

“Good luck man.” Dustin said as he sat on his bike. 

“Hopefully I don’t need luck.” Eddie said as he opened the door to his van. “And Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.” He said with a fond smile, he and the boy shared a nod before Eddie got in his van and drove away.

~

You were in your room sitting up against your headboard and watching Ghostbusters again, you and Eddie had rented and watched this movie so many times that you had practically memorized it by now. You heard someone knock on your front door and listened to your father say that he would get it. A few moments later there was a knock at your door. “Y/N?” You heard Eddie’s voice from the other side. “Can I come in?”

You felt your eyes go wide and your heart thunder in your chest. What was he doing here? “Shit.”

“Uhm, sure Eddie.” You said anxiously. The door opened and Eddie walked in with a nervous smile. 

“Hey sweetheart.” He said as he walked over to you, you brought your legs up and sat crossed legged as Eddie sat on the bed in front of you. 

“Hey Eds.” You said quietly. “What are you doing here?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said, reaching out and grabbing one of your hands. “I think I know why.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, your pulse felt impossibly quick as you met his eyes. 

“I don’t like Chrissy.” He said bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush. He saw your eyes go wide.

“What?” 

“I know you saw me looking at her on Friday after we kissed. I don’t like her like that, doll.” Eddie answered, squeezing your hand. “I mean, I used to. But that stopped like 3 years ago. And it was just because she was one of the only girls who was nice to me. I was looking at her because she got into a fight with her mom.” He chuckled before taking a deep breath.

“Now or never Munson.”

“Dolly, I’m crazy about you.” He confessed.

“What?” You said breathlessly, your eyes felt bigger than they've ever been. Certainly, you didn’t hear him right.

“I said, I’m crazy about you.” Eddie repeated with a smile. “And from what I’ve heard you feel the same way about me.” He said, lightly teasing. 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You felt a large smile grow on your face, “I’m absolutely crazy about you, Eddie Munson.” 

Eddie beamed at you, the largest one you had ever seen on him. “Come here babydoll.” He tugged on your hand and pulled you to him, sitting you in his lap. “Can I kiss you again, beautiful?” 

You nodded your head, “Please?” 

He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, as the other went to cup the side of your face. You felt his thumb rub the apple of your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and suddenly his lips were on yours. The tentativeness that you had with your first kiss was not here this time as you kissed each other almost desperately. You both could feel the other smile as you did, neither believing that you were finally here. You only broke away when your lungs were screaming for air, lips swollen and pink.

“Will you be mine, sweetheart?” Eddie asked in between the kisses he started leaving on your neck.  

“If you're mine, Eds.” You answered breathlessly. You beamed as you felt him nod. “Perfect.” 

After a few minutes of breathless giggles in between hungry kisses, you pulled away from Eddie, his lips chasing yours. “I have your Christmas present if you don’t mind it early?” You said sweetly as you rested your forehead on his. 

“I have yours too.” He said with a smile. You got up off of Eddie’s lap and walked to your easel and picked up the painting you finished earlier. 

“It’s still a little wet so don’t touch it okay?” You said, earning a nod from the man. You turned it around and watched his expression, worried. 

Eddie’s eyebrows raised and you saw a large, awed, smile break on his face. “Baby, it’s amazing.” He said, it looked exactly like the picture you had taken, a level of detail neither of you knew you could do. 

“I had a good subject.” You flushed, you saw Eddie beam at the compliment.

“Thank you dolly, I feel like a real rockstar. I can’t wait to hang it up.” He said genuinely. You put the painting back so it could finish drying and when you got back to Eddie he pulled you into his lap again. He grabbed the package he brought and gave it to you. It was soft and haphazardly wrapped. You tore open the wrapping and pulled out a jean vest, much like Eddie’s. It had patches and pins of your favorite bands all over the front, and on the back was the same style of Led Zeppelin shirt you were wearing the day you met. 

“Oh Eddie, thank you so much. I love it. How did you find the Zeppelin shirt for this?” You asked excitedly, a large smile on your face. 

“Your dad helped me.” He said, returning your smile. You noticed a small flock of bats on the front right side, it looked like Eddie’s tattoos, hand painted.

“Did you paint these?” You asked surprised, pointing to the bats. 

“Yeah, took me forever, I wanted to get them right and they’re all upside down and shit for me so it was hard.” He laughed nervously, “I-uh- just wanted you to have me close, so you don’t forget about me you know?”

“I’d never be able to forget about you Eddie Munson.” You giggled, crashing your lips on his in another smiley kiss. 

Taglist: @dallysnecklace @beepisbeep  @natashaashleymarvelromanoff

[iambilliejeanok]

Hi!!! So I started to read your fics and they are so freaking amazing! I saw that you have open request sooo... I just want to know if you can write something nsfw with Zeke or Aizawa x reader, with something of breeding kink. 🥺✨

I feel like I’m officially terrible at writing breeding kinks for this man.

Warnings: 18+,ddlg,nsfw,smut,breeding, brat taming,dacryphilia,somno,

Also very high and horny rn so I’m sorry if it’s shitty😭I wrote this straight from my head, no thought process.

Aizawa would fuck you while your knees are spread apart on the edge of the bed, pounding you so hard, you can feel him absolutely bruising your cervix, repeatedly kissing all your walls, violating your precious little cunt, wanting nothing more than to fill you up from the very base.

You’re literally crying. Unashamedly, screaming while at it, begging your hubby to give you a break, “Baby p-please!!! Please-aaaaahhhh! I’m so s-sorry!!! Uh!”

And he raises his voice when he speaks to you, not faltering from his thrusts even the tiniest bit, “Are you gonna keep running around doing your own shit or are you gonna fucking listen?” , he growls , making himself loud and clear, a firm grip of his hands on your hips keeping you right there even while your entire body began shaking, your puss clenching him so tight, he swears he might die from being overstimulated ,but you were surely going to learn tonight, and why not leave you nice and full so all you think about while you recover is this night.

You could barely breathe, your brain so filled with pleasure —and your pussy something else—you were afraid you wouldn’t be able to spit out the answers you needed to help you out of this, only crying even more at the realization of your situation, beyond overwhelmed with his dick kissing your cervix, constantly filling you up you thought you’d burst. Summing up the little strength you had left in you, you cried out, “I’ll s-s…s-start listening daddddyyyy! Pllleeaaaassee!”, and he can feel you just about to cum once again, slightly crouching to get a better angle so he could hit that spot that stopped him even harder. Aizawa loves making you cum with his whole heart, he absolutely crumbles under the feeling of your sloppy cunt squeezing him so good it almost hurts, in a way that he’s now addicted too. He wants you to milk him, and for your tight pussy to suck the cum out of him, like you were begging to be filled.

He was planning on making your last orgasm as intense as possible, immediately feeling your warm walls squeeze just right at the slight change. He was literally about to explode himself.

“Fuck. You’re gonna fucking cum baby”, he says out loud, completely melting at the feel of his orgasm coming and you couldn’t tell for the life of you if he was warning you not too cum or what, but you genuinely couldn’t give a fuck right now. You were very scared about the coming orgasm and how intense would be, but you were also so lost in the pleasure that nothing mattered at all, you were no longer in control of your body. Whatever happened happened, whether you love or hate it.

“Cum on this fucking dick!”, you heard, a harsh slap to your tender ass to add to it.

Your vision narrowed down to a single point, everything else going black, as the pleasure shot through your body like shock waves of heat. You couldn’t even scream with how much energy the orgasm sucked from you, only able to make little grunts from deep in your gut, not even worried that you would hurt yourself with how much you were shaking and contracting.

Aizawa came just as hard, his hips still thrusting against your ass after he came inside of you, unable to stay inside of you any longer, your pussy literally forcing him out of his home. He quickly grabbed his dick, rubbing on it for dear life, trying to ease the intense pleasure of his orgasm, smacking your ass hard as you gush hard all over his thigh and the bed, repeatedly spanking it to ease his intense high, gripping it while growling, feeling so good, smacking your ass like he was punishing you for pushing him out.

As proud as he was to have taught you such a good lesson, he had to attend to you, immediately pulling you into his arms to drag you up the bed with him, holding you tight against body, wrapping his arms around you. His heart melted at the whimpers you couldn’t fight back, trying to come down from the intense high you were on.

You felt so wrapped, his body heat centering you, making you snuggle further into him, still sniffling and hiccuping into his chest. You felt so delicious and exhausted, unable to relax without your hubby’s help, his voice deep and low, reverberating through you while he spoke, a sea of peace and serenity blanketing you, sweetly lulling you into a deep sleep. Already leveling your breathing and soothing your whimpers.

-“Shhh, I know we came really hard, it’s okay though baby, you made daddy so proud coming like that”

-“Its fine precious, just breathe with me…there you go, yea like that, hm good girl, listen to your daddy, sleep baby”

He’s really excited to wake up in the middle of the night to clean you up, because he gets to gently press down on your tummy and watch the rest of his cum seep out of you, your sleepy face just perfect for the overall view. You were so beautiful like this, leaking out his cum while you slept peacefully. Most definitely his sleeping beauty.

[proserpina-magnus]

Marauders + Regulus Reactions to you Being Bratty

Word Count: 1892

[ Warning: Female reader, oral (male receiving + female receiving mentioned briefly), heavy dom/sub dynamics, hard doms mentioned, punishment, spanking, pet names such as “pretty/dirty girl” “love” “baby” and “whore”, praise kink, degrading kink, choking ]

!! Safe Words are in place !!

I wrote this on zero brain cells, so please read with caution.

James Potter:

- he gives you a small look, telling you to quiet your actions.

- when you keep acting up, he places his hand on your thigh and just sort of squeezes it.

- since you're both in the common room, he can only murmur a meek: "what's wrong baby? Why are you acting like this?"

- His hand grips your thigh a bit too roughly when you only roll your eyes at his words.

- He tries his best to get you in private so he can speak to you alone, but he keeps getting interrupted by people.

- Finally, Sirius catches on and distracts most of the people so James can slip you upstairs to his dorm.

- "Why are you acting like that?"

- He loses some of his patience's when he hears you mumble an "I'm not acting like anything, you're overreacting,"

- "I ain't overreacting, if you keep running your mouth off I'm gonna stuff you full of my cock,"

- His words are looser when he gets angry, he loses some of his mannerisms.

- James is true to his word, after a few more minutes of you back talking him, he gets you on your knees.

- "don't have anything to say do ya? Full of my cock, come on, suck it like a good girl now,"

- James swats your hands away when you try and hold his thighs.

- "keep them on your knees, I only want your mouth on me."

- you give a shitty blow job for a few moments, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of taming you over.

- Jame grabs a fist full of your hair, not pulling to hard but enough to give you a small warning.

- After a few minutes of you not complying, He takes it into his account to just fuck your mouth.

- You're gurgling as drool slips past your lips, tears pricking at your eyes. You're looking up at him, hoping for some sympathy.

- "I gave you warnings, you wanted to be a brat so I'll fuck you like one, don't act all innocent now,"

- James cums against your throat, almost making you choke. He pulls back, his hand pushes your hair back gently.

- "let me see you swallow,"

- he tilts your head up, giving a proud smile when he sees you swallow his cum.

- "I'm sorry, I don't want to be a brat anymore," you say, feeling his thumb pressing against your bottom lip.

- he's praising you greatly for your words, glad he has his good girl back.

- "that's much better, exactly what I like to hear. Come on, let's go back to the common room,"

Peter Pettigrew:

- his hands had been on your skin, his fingers ghosting over your clothed cunt.

- Before you could find release, Remus had walked into the dorm looking for his books.

- you both pull away, embarrassed. Remus only rolls his eyes and tells Peter to hurry up before he misses breakfast.

- "I'm sorry love, let's go get some breakfast?"

- when you whine and try and pull him back, he only kisses your cheek. "Please Peter, you've got me excited,"

- "I'm sorry baby, but not right now,"

- You can only respect his decision, getting up as you both go to the dining hall.

- you had been fine all morning, staying as close to Peter as possible.

- When the last class of the day rolled around, you had begun to get fussy.

- you snapped at Remus, a bit angry that he had interrupted Peter and you this morning.

- Peter gave you a stare, confused because you had been fine all day. His hand comes to your back, rubbing it to try and soothe you.

- You pull away from his hands, slapping his hand away from your body.

- Peter gives a long look, clueing in why you had begun to act up.

- After the class has ended, he pulls you up the stairs to his dorm and makes sure to lock the door this time.

- He soothes your bratty behaviour, shushing you as he lays you down on the bed.

- you push his hands away, upset that you had to wait all day for him.

- After a few praises, Peter had been hilt deep inside of you. You completely crumpled under the pleasure, relaxing into the feeling.

- "I know baby, is this what you wanted? Should've filled you with my cock this morning, maybe you wouldn't have been so fussy huh?"

- your whimpering and pulling him closer, your bratty behavior completely dissolving at his words.

- "Shh pretty girl, I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here,"

Remus Lupin:

- he had given you many warnings throughout the day, so when it came to dinner and you still haven't given him respect, he was absolutely livid.

- Remus hand came onto your thigh roughly, a slight slapping sound following it. You try and pull his hand away, but he only keeps it firmly on your upper thigh.

- he continues to eat dinner, not sparing you a glance because of your behaviour.

- his non-reaction makes you act up more, wanting his attention.

- Remus makes a deep 'ahem' sound from the back of his throat, his eyes glaring down at you.

- after dinner, he pulls you along to the dorm.

- "Alright, you've been a fucking brat all day. Think it's time  for your punishment yeah?"

- you protest, but he only pulls you over his lap, your ass in the air.

- his hands move your skirt, slipping your panties down to your ankles.

- "why do I have to punish you?"

- "because I've been bad," you rolled your eyes at him, earning a hard smack to your arse.

- "I was being a brat," you muttered.

- "okay, each time I slap you, your gonna count them then your gonna thank me,"

- "whatever,"

- another hard slap came onto your other cheek, making you yelp.

- "keep talking back and I'm gonna make your punishment longer. I'm gonna slap you 10 times, this is a punishment but you're always allowed to use your safeword, understood?"

- "yes sir,"

- Remus hand comes down on your arse, each time you respond with the number and a thank you.

- Another hard smack makes your skin jump, your eyes tearing up. "5, thank you, sir," your voice shakes, your arse red and raw.

- Remus rubs your ass, messaging it briefly from his hard smacks.

- he continues until he reaches ten, at this point your crying and sobbing out apologizes.

- "you're done bunny, took the punishment like a good girl, let me rub some cream on you hm? Get you all cleaned up,"

Regulus Black:

- Regulus is either a soft dom or a really hard dom, there isn't an in between.

- he gives you a stern look, mouthing a small "cut it out"

- when you don't cut it out, his hand is clenched under the dinner table.

- You can tell just by his aura that he's pissed, everyone else can too.

- "Watch yourself," He says when you make a comment back to him, the people sitting near you go quiet.

- "you watch yourself,"

- his jaw tightened, his knuckles are white from holding the fork so hard.

- you go quiet for a bit, understanding from his demeanour that he isn't happy.

- after dinner, he grabs your arm and leads you to his dorm.

- the second your alone, his hand comes to your throat. He pushes you against the door, making you whine at the lack of air.

- "you're going to strip and get on the bed then I'm gonna fucking ruin you,"

- when his hand leaves your throat, you only stay where you are and look up at him with a small conceding smile.

- Your attitude makes him lose it, he yanks you towards the bed and rips off your clothes quickly.

- when you whine at your ripped shirt, he only grabs your throat and presses against it with an overpowering force.

- he teases your tits, pulling and pinching your nipples. You whined, fussing against his hands.

- "stop fucking whining you brat, you fucking love it,"

- Regulus bonds your hand to his bed frame tightly, the fabric giving you a small burn whenever you twitch or move around.

- His cock teases your cunt, pushing the tip in before sliding it back out. He rubs it against your clit, making you hold back a whimper.

- His hand never leaves your throat, grasping it tighter until you see black spots. At this point, he had been handling you with rough caresses.

- "fucking whore, what makes you think you can speak to me like that? Hm? Where're your fucking manners?"

Sirius Black:

- you both had been hanging out at the library, talking with friends and such.

- when you began to get fussy and talkback with an obvious attitude, Sirius was quick to react.

- Sirius chuckles to himself, rubbing his thighs as he gives you a small smirk.

- he doesn't give you mean looks, he just stares at you with a daring look.

- his eyes tell you everything, you can tell just by his expression how he's going to react.

- somehow, you quiet down at his expression, knowing you had messed up.

- Sirius brings you to his dorm, kicking out Peter so you both could be alone.

- his hand is on your ass, sitting on his desk chair as he pulls you onto his lap.

- "I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean it!"

- Sirius only laughs and pulls you into his chest, his hands in your hair. You thought you had been forgiven, but you let out a loud gasp when he yanks your head back.

- "you knew exactly what you were doing, you know the rules baby, or maybe you wanted a punishment hm? You dirty girl,"

- he only smirks at your whimper and whines, trying to get him to know your apologetic.

- Sirius strips you, picking you up as he lays you down on the bed.

- he positions you on your hands and knee, holding your face down against the mattress.

- you whine loudly as his hand comes down on your ass harshly.

- he continues to tease you, his fingers slipping inside of your cunt quickly.

- He pushes you over the edge for hours, never even getting bored. He had ranged from using his fingers, mouth, and cock. He keeps denying your orgasm, laughing as you become a crying mess.

- "you can cry all you want, it doesn't bother me any. I haven't even gotten started yet,"

[watchmegetobsessed]

SLEEPLESS

a/n: omg! it's been so long since i last wrote something for harry so it feels a bit weird but in a good way to be back. i've been spending more time offline so writing hasn't been going that fast like before, but im working on a few other stuff too! just please be patient with me, im trying my besti swear! so now enjoy this oneshot of two oblivious and stupid roommates who start sharing a bed...

pairing: Roommate!Harry x reader

word count: 8.1k

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Living with three boys has its perks but also a lot of downsides too. It’s not how you planned, you were set to move in with one of your friends from second year, but she bailed on you last minute, leaving you with no place to live when most of the houses were already taken for the next at least one year. You were bracing yourself to sleep under a bridge or something already when your heroes came along.

You went to high school with Harry Niall and Louis, but you weren’t exactly in the same friend group, just knew about each other. Then you ended up in the same Lit class freshman year with Harry and he was basically your pass into their little group. You hit it off pretty easily and you always wondered why you didn’t become friends before college. Later you had two more classes with him in the second semester and it was just all a coincidence that he found out about your living situation.

“Why don’t you move in with us?” he prompted one afternoon when you were studying together in the library.

“I’m not sharing a room with any of you, Harry,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“You wouldn’t have to. We had a fourth mate living with us but he dropped out about a month ago. You could take his bedroom.”

“Are for real? You should talk about it with the boys first, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind it. They like you too and if I’m being honest, the place could use the touch of a woman,” he smirked and you just rolled your eyes, but you were incredibly thankful for the offer.

So after talking with Niall and Louis about it and once they gave their amens on the situation, you officially moved in with the three of them.

You’d be lying if you said there hasn’t been times when you thought about choosing the bridge, living with boys is not exactly a dream. They are messy, sometimes loud and oblivious about certain things women do and need. You’ll never forget Niall’s face when you packed the shelf above the toilet with your tampons and pads. The horror in his eyes as he examined all the different sizes and types.

“But why so many? I don’t get it why you need the large ones and the mini ones too,” he huffed.

“Because I vary them according to the strength of my flow.”

“Bless you,” he scoffed and just walked away.

They tend to leave their clothes around the house and they don’t always realize when it’s time to let some fresh air into the place either. Harry has a sixth sense wanting to use the bathroom when you’re in and Louis always forgets to get rid of his spoiled food from the fridge. Tini things that surely got you thinking if it was a good idea to move in with them. But then there are times when you can’t even imagine sharing a home with anyone else than these three idiots.

The way Harry always leaves you a cup of coffee on the counter when he has an early class on mondays and wednesdays, how Niall always waits for you to get home after your night shifts at the restaurant you’ve been working at, but he always just says he was watching Supernatural on TV. You love that Louis goes out of his way to get you your favorite pastry for breakfast on sundays when he goes for his morning runs. But the absolute best is that you never feel alone or bored with these three around. Something is always happening and they make sure to involve you in everything, making you feel like part of their little pack.

Tonight is Thursday and Thursdays are movie nights in your home. It’s been a tradition since the first week and you haven’t missed any of them. Sitting on the couch at your usual spot, you laugh as Niall growls in annoyance when you suggest to watch another rom-com.

“Not again!” he protests, sitting on the floor by the coffee table you and Harry thrifted a few months ago after the previous one was broken at a smaller party held in the house.

“Why? I bet Harry would love it!” you grin, glancing at the guy in talk who is now entering the room with a big bowl of popcorn.

“Of course he would, because he is a pussy! And the two of you always team up, dragging Louis with you so I can never watch something I enjoy!” Niall whines as Harry sits next to you, not too bothered by his friend’s cries.

“Come on, I bet you enjoyed Crazy, Stupid Love last week!” you laugh, remembering how he whined for the first part, then fell asleep at the end.

“Love, if you think that was enjoyment, I wouldn’t want to be your boyfriend,” Niall scoffs and you gasp at his reply.

“Hey!” you snap at him, but can’t help laughing. This is how it always goes with you and Niall, the non-stop bickering can sometimes drive Harry and Lou insane.

“Okay, so what do you want to watch?” Harry asks, throwing some popcorn into his mouth as he gets comfortable, an arm resting on the back of the couch behind you, the other one busy with the snack in his lap.

“There is this new horror I’ve been dying to see!” Niall’s blue eyes light up right away, but you’re fast to break that shine.

“Nah, no way. I’m not watching a horror movie.”

“Why not?”

“Because I fucking hate them and they scare the shit out of me.”

“That’s like the whole point!” he protests, but you shake your head no again.

“What are you fighting about again?” Louis asks, walking into the room after his quick shower, the smell of his body wash filling the room for a few moments.

“I want to watch a horror movie, but Y/N is a little baby and she doesn’t want to.”

“I’m not a baby! I just don’t enjoy watching people get killed or demons sucking the life out of someone!” Niall just rolls his eyes at your response.

“But it’s always what you or Harry wants to watch, why can’t I choose just this once?”

“That’s not true, we watch movies you like too!” you retort, but Niall gives you an unimpressed look. “We watched that crime thing, that was your choice!”

“That was three months ago, Y/N,” he sighs and as you do some quick math you realize that he is right.

“Hey, he has a point. Let’s just watch what he wants this one time, yeah?” Harry curls his arm that’s been on the back of the couch around your shoulder and he pulls you to his side, squeezing you gently.

“But I hate horrors,” you pout, knowing well that it’s already kind of settled, you lost this battle.

“It’s just a movie. And if you get scared in the night, you can sleep at mine,” he offers with a wink that surely makes your heartbeat fasten a bit.

If you’re being honest, you’ve always had a tiny crush on Harry, even back in high school, when you didn’t really know him. He was the cool guy, but not the douchebag type, more like the one that was nice to everyone and earned their respect and liking. Getting to know him just proved that he really is a great guy, but you figured he would never feel the same way about you. These three guys only saw you as their sister and that was in a way kinda worse than being friend zoned, but there’s nothing you can do about it, so you just decided to come to peace with your situation. But that doesn’t mean you don’t get flustered when you see him wander around the house in just his boxers or when he gets a little touchy with you, which happens a lot, because that’s just how he is. Hands on your shoulders, a little squeeze on your hips, the gentle touch of his fingers on your back, they happen all the time and they get your pulse up every time. You can only hope it’s not that noticeable.

Niall finally gets what he wants and you agree to watch that stupid horror movie. It doesn’t start off too bad, but it quickly escalates and makes you shudder every time the screen gets a little darker or the music is foreshadowing that something is about to happen.

“Jesus fuck!” you jump a little when the killer appears out of nowhere in the scene.

“You alright?” Harry asks, peeking down at you.

“I fucking hate this dude,” you mumble, rubbing your face with your hands, to get your shit together. Harry chuckles lightly next to you, his arm pulling you to his side close and you gladly sink against him, the warmth of his body giving you some comfort and a sense of safety.

Your eyes are on the screen, but your mind is dancing around how his fingers are delicately running up and down your arm, drawing circles and little shapes on your skin. It could put you to sleep easily, even with the woman screaming on the screen after seeing her husband get killed.

“Just imagine the guy with a funny mustache,” Harry murmurs, leaning closer to you so he doesn’t bother the other two guys with his comment. “Or maybe in a ridiculous outfit.”

“Like… in a onsie?” you ask, squinting your eyes at the screen.

“Could be, yeah,” he chuckles quietly. “Just imagine him running through the woods in a onsie with bunnies all over it.”

You can’t push your laughter down, covering your mouth with your hand so you don’t bother the others. Harry just smirks, giving you a squeeze as you’re still melted against his side on the couch, legs pulled up to your chest, while his are spread out in front of him.

“Definitely not that scary,” you giggle and Harry hums in agreement.

“Would you mind getting a fucking room, you guys? You have two, in fact!” Niall snaps at you playfully, when you start laughing again.

“Sorry, sorry!” you clear your throat, your cheeks heating up at the comment, but luckily it’s dark enough to hide your embarrassment. Niall is always quick to make dirty jokes and tease you in a way that makes you nervous, especially when it involves Harry as well. He has made plenty of comments about you and Harry since you’ve moved in, implying that the two of you sometimes act like a couple or that you should hook up. Harry is always quick to shake them off, that’s how you know he couldn’t even take the thought seriously.

At the end of the movie you feel like it wasn’t bad, not with Harry holding you close at least.

“Will you be screaming tonight, Y/N?” Niall teases you, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Either way it’s gonna be your fault.”

“I can live with that!” he laughs, bidding his goodbye before he shuts the door of his bedroom behind him.

You do your usual evening routine, get ready to bed and by the time you’re done in the bathroom all the boys have retired into their rooms. The hallway stands dark in front of you, only a tiny bit of light coming from your bedroom since you left your bedside lamp on in there, but you still can’t help the eerie feeling that washes over you. That movie didn’t sit right with you and now you have to face the aftermath of it.

Switching the lights in the bathroom off you sprint into your bedroom, pictures from the movie flashing in your mind of the killer just jumping out of nowhere. You shut the door and lean your back against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. Tonight is going to be long.

No matter how hard you try, you just can’t fall asleep. You’re way too alerted, opening your eyes at the tiniest of sounds around you, which is unfortunate, because your window is looking over the main street, unlike two other rooms in the house, that are facing the small backyard. Harry and Louis have the luck to have those rooms.

Every time you’re about to fall asleep something from the movie sneaks into your thoughts and you get scared to death. Soon, you realize you won’t be able to sleep on your own tonight.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you wonder if Harry really meant that offer that you can sleep with him or not. Part of you is convinced it was just a joke, but when you hear someone shouting down the street you push your doubts aside and you quickly find yourself making your way to Harry’s room.

You knock on the room lightly, not wanting to wake anyone else up. The last thing you need is Niall seeing you go into Harry’s room in the middle of the night.

No answer comes from inside, but you won’t just leave it at that. Opening the door you’re facing another dark room, barely making out the furniture, but you already know the route by heart. Making it to the bed your eyes finally adjust to the darkness and you can see Harry lying on his side, sleeping peacefully. Squatting down you place a hand to his shoulder and give him a tiny shake.

“Harry?” you call out quietly, but his answer is just a huff. “Harry, it’s me,” you try again, squeezing his arm. He furrows his eyebrows before slowly blinking his eyes open, finding you in his sight.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks in that groggy, low voice you love hearing in the morning so much.

“I can’t… Did you mean that I can sleep here if I’m scared?” you ask, afraid that he might just have a good laugh and send you back to your room. For a long moment, he just blinks at you before nodding his head and you feel relief washing over you.

“Sure,” he hums.

“O-okay then I’ll bring a blanket and take the floor and--”

“Shut up, you are not sleeping on the floor,” he growls, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into bed with him as he scoots over, making you space on the mattress.

It’s a bit weird at first, lying in bed with Harry, especially because it’s just queen sized, so there’s not much space between the two of you, but it seems like Harry doesn’t mind it so why should you?

Your nerves are a lot calmer with Harry next to you, but maybe it’s still because of the movie or because you’re a bit anxious about the whole situation, you just still can’t relax enough to fall asleep.

“Y/N, no one is gonna kill you here,” Harry speaks up surprising you because you thought he has already fallen back asleep.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, trying to sound convincing, but you can’t fool anyone, especially not him.

He huffs deeply and before you could realize what’s happening, Harry’s arm is curled around your waist, pulling you against him, spooning you from behind, the warmth of his body wrapping your figure almost entirely.

“If a murderer comes, they will have to fight me first, alright? Now sleep,” he mumbles against your hair, squeezing you gently. All at once, you couldn’t care about killers and dark shadows around you, because Harry was right there, holding you tight and there was nowhere you wanted to be more than right there.

You slept like a baby. Harry’s closeness kept every nightmare away from you and the morning came with ease. Harry’s phone wakes the two of you up at eight, because he has a morning class at 9.30. The two of you are completely tangled up in each other, lying on your side facing each other, Harry’s arms are wrapped around you, while yours are hugging his waist. Groaning at the sound of his alarm, he rolls to his back to reach for the phone on the nightstand and then he finally turns it off. It’s bright outside, the darkness of the night finally long gone. You’re still groggy when Harry rolls back, his arm coming back around you like it’s the most natural thing in the world and in a sense, it feels like that. But as you both slowly wake up, you realize that you might be a little too close. Slowly but surely you let go of each other, rolling to your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hope I didn’t kick you in my sleep,” you smile at him, peeking over at him, hoping to break the awkwardness of the situation.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes, before pushing himself up and off the bed. You follow him with your gaze as he steps to his dresser and grabs a pair of clean underwear. “I’ll put on a coffee while I shower, want one too?” he asks, though you know he could make one for you anyway.

“Sure, thank you,” you nod and he nods back, yawning as he walks out of the room, leaving you lying in his bed, a bit confused and kind of aching to be held by him again.

Two days pass by, everything is going as per usual, neither you nor Harry brings up that you spent the night in his bed that one particular time. Now it’s saturday and you all were planning to go out, but a sudden storm has cancelled your plans, so the evening turned into a cozy, lazy hangout instead of a wild party at some frat house.

Louis decided to work on a paper that’s due in two weeks, Niall has been relentlessly swiping on Tinder while you and Harry are spawled out on the couch, watching some shitty action movie that was on TV, since you both were too lazy to choose one and put it on. Deep down you’re a little happy you don’t have to spend the evening in a crowded, smelly house, drinking cheap alcohol.

Harry gets up from his seat to grab himself a drink just when Niall growls in annoyance.

“What is it?” you ask.

“They keep unmatching with me after we’ve talked a little!”

“Have you thought about the reason?” you smirk at him, knowing well that Niall probably isn’t the easiest to talk to, he surely takes it too far too soon.

“Well they probably don’t like that I ask them if I can go over,” he shrugs, making you laugh.

“You’d go over in the pouring rain?” Harry asks, returning to his spot on the couch. He puts his drink to the coffee table and instead of sitting into his previous position, leaning against the arm of the couch, he lies down, laying his head to your thigh, making your breath hitch for a moment.

“Of course not!” Niall rolls his eyes. “But I thought it would make them think I would do anything for them.”

“It makes you seem desperate,” Harry retorts, earning a questioning look from his friend. “What? It does!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does,” you nod in agreement. “Going over in the middle of a storm just to fuck? Sounds like you’re having a hard time finding someone.”

“Women are so fucking complicated, and for what?!” he growls, before storming off to his bedroom, like an angsty teenager, leaving you and Harry alone.

He doesn’t move, his head stays on your thigh using it as a pillow. His curls are tickling the soft skin on your thigh and you have to fight the urge to play with his hair or scratch his scalp. You stay like this for the rest of the movie and when he gets up you almost want to pull him back.

“Alright, I’m fucked, I’m gonna go to bed,” he yawns, stretching his arms out into the air as he heads into his bedroom. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, Harry!” you call after him as you watch his frame disappear down the hallway.

Sighing, you slide down on the couch, cursing under your breath that you’re still so hung up on Harry. You really thought that you had it under control, but lately those damn butterflies are acting up in your stomach at everything he does.

“I’m pathetic,” you mumble under your breath just as the sky rumbles outside with a blinding lightning, making you jump with a squeak. “Shit,” you huff, already knowing that falling asleep will be a pain in the ass. Again.

You’ve always hated storms, they make you think that something bad is about to happen, a tree is about to fall into the window or a lightning will blow up the building. It’s kind of stupid, you know it, but you just can’t help it.

Tossing and turning, you jump every time a lightning flashes somewhere outside and a few seconds later the thunder rips through your whole body, almost making you fall off the bed.

“Oh God,” you let out a shaky breath. You have no idea how long it is until the Storm finally stops and you’d really like to have a good night's sleep. So pushing your anxious thoughts to the side, you get out of bed and head over to Harry’s room once again.

It’s such a deja vu from a few nights ago, as you gently knock on the door you wait again, but this time you actually get an answer.

“Yeah?” you hear him call out from inside and you slowly open the door, peeking your head inside. Harry is lying in bed, his head propped up against the headboard as he is scrolling through his phone. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asks, putting the phone aside as he sits up.

“I just, I-I know it’s stupid, but I was thinking… I don’t know--”

“Y/N, just tell me, alright? Come on in,” he gestures for you and you slip into the room, closing the door behind you before sitting to the edge of the bed next to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep during storms…” you admit, looking into his eyes, hoping he gets the hint where you want to head with it. He stares back at you for a moment before he scoots over, lifting the covers up, giving you the green light to join him.

Relieved, you climb over to him, making yourself comfortable as he wraps the blanket over you, his arm immediately coming to cradle you, this time pulling you to his chest so your head is laid upon his shoulder, a hand gently placed onto his hard chest, probably right above where his butterfly tattoo is adorning his abdomen.

This is now easily your favorite place. Safe and tight in Harry’s arms, protected from anything and everything, like you’re in a little bubble as soon as you get on his bed.

Lightning strikes outside again and you shiver a little. Harry probably notices it, because he tightens his hold around you, as if it’s his way telling you that he is here and nothing bad is gonna happen. Eventually, you’re able to shut the outside out and only focus on Harry’s warmth, the touch of his hand on your arm and his even breathing. And then finally, you drift off to sleep.

This morning is different from the previous one you spent here. There’s no alarm since it’s Sunday, neither of you have anything in particular to do, so you wake up feeling rested, the Sun shining through his half drawn in curtains, no trace of last night’s storm can be noticed from where you’re lying in bed, the sky is as clear as ever. Sometime during the night you got tangled in a way where Harry is the one now cuddling you, his head lying on your chest, hugging you as if you were a giant teddy bear, his leg thrown between yours, lightly snoring against your sleep shirt. You can only see his mop of hair and the urge to play with them is back, but this time, you give in.

Leaving one hand on his back, you move the other one to his unruly locks, gently playing with one before you comb your fingers through it, lightly scratching his scalp. Harry hums in pleasure, shifting from his dreams back to reality, but he doesn’t move, just keeps humming as you massage his scalp.

“It’s not a good morning, it’s the best,” he mumbles groggily, making you chuckle at his words.

One of his hands is flat against your ribcage and the damned butterflies start dancing when you feel his fingers gently stroke your side as you keep playing with his curls. This feels so idyllic, as if you’ve been like this forever. You wish that was true.

Groaning as he stretches, Harry rolls to his back, making you instantly miss his body pressed against yours. He rubs his eyes, sighing deep as he blinks up at the ceiling a few times, then he turns his head to the side, looking at you.

Just when he is about to say something, outside his door it sounds like someone just broke a pile of plates and it’s followed by Niall’s usual annoyed growl. You both get out of bed to go and check what happened, not even thinking about how it might appear that you both are coming from Harry’s room in the morning.

Harry flings the door open and there is Niall, collecting pieces of a plate from the floor, his breakfast scattered down the hallway as well while he curses under his breath.

“What happened?” Harry asks, picking up a bigger piece from the plate.

“Fucking tripped,” he growls back, glancing up just for a moment, then back down, but then he processes that you’re standing behind Harry, in his room, in the morning. “What the fuck are you doing in Harry’s room?” he bluntly asks, quickly forgetting about the mess he just made.

“What?” you ask nervously, your pulse quickening in an instant. Harry stands up, seemingly not too bothered by Niall’s question.

“You slept in his room?!”

“She did,” Harry answers, leaning against the doorframe.

“Wait, are you two fucking?” Niall’s eyes widen, snapping back and forth between you and Harry.

“Just because two people sleep in the same bed, doesn’t mean they are fucking, Niall,” Harry chuckles, seemingly amused by the situation that’s got your stomach knotted. Louis’ door opens and he walks out, his hair a little messy, but already dressed, a mug halfway filled with coffee in his hand.

“Wha’s this circus out here?” he asks, looking around, his eyes scanning over the mess on the floor.

“Did you know these two are fucking?” Niall asks him and Harry lets his head drop back at his words.

“Are you?” Louis simply questions and you shake your head no.

“We are not. Y/N can’t sleep in a storm so she came over to mine.”

“Funny, she doesn’t come to me when she’s scared,” Niall scoffs.

“I never came to you because you don’t understand that sleeping together doesn’t mean sex,” you retort, though your ears are practically burning from the rising anxiety inside you.

“Wait, whoa. This wasn’t the first time you two slept together?”

“She was scared after your stupid horror movie too,” Harry shrugs.

“Wow, so are you guys a thing now or what?”

“Niall!” Harry growls and you’re not entirely sure what bothers you more. Niall’s shock and interrogation or the way Harry seems so cool and unbothered, like it’s no big deal. Maybe because for him it really isn’t, it’s only about the sleeping, nothing else, even though the cuddles are a little beyond the lines of friendship.

“What? I’m just asking the important stuff! Am I not allowed to tell dirty jokes to Y/N because you’ll cut my prick off?”

“You shouldn’t tell those anyway,” Louis chimes in and you nod in agreement.

Seeing that the conversation is just getting more and more awkward with each passing moment you decide to pull yourself out of it. Pushing yourself past Harry you mumble an excuse me before rushing back into your room, the three boys eyeing you curiously as you shut the door behind you, finally putting a physical barrier between you and them.

You shouldn’t be this offended, it’s not like any promises were made and you should have known better and not fall for him more than you already did. It was silly of you to think that there was anything more behind these nights spent curled up against each other, or when you woke up tangled and melted together. It was never what you hoped it to be.

Then and there you decide it’s better if you distanced yourself from him, or at least go back to how it was before. No bed sharing, no cuddling and preferably no bitter feelings.

It all goes well, because you have a pretty busy week after that day, you always have something to do and it’s not like you spent the night with Harry randomly, so it was evident that you stayed in your room so far.

But about a week later another storm was threatening to strike. The sky was gradually darkening all afternoon and now it’s only five o’clock, but it feels like eight. It’s Sunday, you’re quite exhausted since you were working until three. Niall was out somewhere with some of his coursemates and Louis went home for the weekend, won’t be back until Tuesday. It’s just you and Harry, who’s been sprawled out on the couch in only his sweatpants while you’re making yourself an early dinner so you can go to bed soon and have a good night’s sleep.

It doesn’t take long for the rain to start pouring, you’ve just gotten out of the shower when the first thunder rips through the place, making you gasp in fear. Harry’s head snaps around, looking in your way where you’re standing at the bathroom door, a questioning look in his eyes, but he doesn’t say a word. Ignoring his gaze, you just make your way into your bedroom, not even thinking about what could be on his mind. Is he thinking about whether you’ll ask to sleep with him again or he doesn’t care about it at all?

By the time you are ready to go to bed, the storm is fully raging outside, making your insides tremble every time you see a lightning or the thunder breaks the quietness in the house. You make one last trip to the kitchen, finding Harry leaned against the counter as he eats an apple.

“Going to bed early?” he asks as you pour yourself some water.

“Mhm,” you nod, avoiding looking at him.

“Everything alright?”

“Sure, I’m just tired,” you force a small smile onto your face just when a thunder rumbles outside, making you jump. Harry is watching you curiously and kind of expectantly, but you’re doing your best ignoring it. Instead, you just grab your water and head back to your room. “Good night.”

“Night, Y/N,” he calls after you, and you can feel his burning gaze on your back right until you close the door behind you.

Your plan to sleep a good ten hours goes right out the window. It doesn’t seem like the storm is about to calm anytime soon, so you’re stuck to suffer through it on your own. You’ll be damned to go to Harry’s, that would be an instant heart break and you just can’t take that right now. Long, torturous hours pass by with you lying awake in bed and part of you wants to go running over to Harry, but you force yourself to stay. It’s not happening tonight.

You fall asleep sometime after two in the morning when the thunder and lightning have stopped. Unfortunately, you need to wake up early in the morning, so when your phone’s alarm shakes you out of your sleep, you feel like absolute shit. Dragging yourself out of bed appears to be the hardest thing right now. As you make your way out, you are met with an all too familiar figure sitting at the small dining table, two cups of coffees in front of him, one obviously made for you.

Harry’s eyes snap up at you curiously, taking in your terrible looks as you head to the bathroom.

“Morning,” you mumble under your breath.

“Good morning’,” he nods in your way and though he doesn’t say anything else, you can tell he has a few thoughts about your current state.

Once you’re done with your morning business in there you join him at the table, barely able to keep your eyes open.

“Rough night?” he asks, eyes examining your face.

“Kinda.”

“The storm?”

You don’t answer, just nod your head. He remains silent, but you can feel that he is dying to ask another question.

Why didn’t you come over?

You’re glad he doesn’t actually asks you, because you wouldn’t be able to give either a normal answer or say anything without starting to cry. Instead, you just grab your coffee and head back into your bedroom to get ready for the day.

That week on Friday all four of you are invited to a party. At first you want to cancel, but some of your friends from classes will be there too and it’s been ages since you’ve been to a great party, so you decide to tag along with the boys.

For the first half of the evening you go your separate way, spending time with people you don’t actually live with and see every day. One drink follows the other, though you make sure you don’t go farther than getting tipsy. You’re not in the mood to deal with a nasty hangover in the morning.

Sometime after your third or fourth drink you run into Niall and he pulls you into their little circle that also involves Harry. When he sees that you’ve joined them, his eyes light up and goes out of his way to get next to you.

“I haven’t seen you in ages!” he whines, slurring his words as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to keep you at his side. He is definitely drunk, that you’re sure of.

“It’s been just about two hours, Harry,” you roll your eyes, but can’t push your smile down. You’d be lying if you said you’re not enjoying having him so close. Your dynamic hasn’t been the same since you stopped sleeping in his bed. Not that it was such a regular activity, it only happened two times.

“But I missed you, I feel like we haven’t… haven’t talked in so long!” he huffs, knitting his eyebrows together. “Have you been avoiding me?” he asks leaning closer, so your conversation can somewhat be private.

“That’s silly. Of course I haven’t!”

“But it feels like that,” he pouts with glossy eyes. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

“Sure,” you nod, the bitter taste of lying filling your mouth.

“Alright, cool,” he smirks and pulling closer he kisses into your hair before he engages with the rest of the group again, keeping his arm around you as if it wasn’t a big deal.

For the rest of the evening you simply don’t leave his side and not because he doesn’t let you, but because you don’t want to. Harry is not the only one missing the other, this week you’ve noticed that even though you’ve been keeping yourself busy, your thoughts always took you back to one particular, curly haired boy. Despite everything that’s been going on, he is your friend first and foremost who you love spending time with and talking about anything and everything.

Both of you are intoxicated, Harry a bit more than you, but you’re having a blast playing beerpong or ruining Niall’s chances with girls he is trying to pick up. You’re genuinely having an amazing time and it wouldn’t be the same without Harry.

Arriving back home your little group splits, everyone using the bathroom after the other and you’re the last one in line, because you always take the longest. By the time you’re finished, Louis and Niall are both locked up in their rooms, but Harry’s door is still open, some dim lighting illuminating the hallway. As you approach it, you find him throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, but his head perks up when he sees you.

“Good night, H,” you sigh, quite tired and in need of a good sleep, but before you could head into your own bedroom, Harry grabs your wrist and pulls you into his. “What is it?”

“Sleep here,” he simply prompts, already leading you to the bed.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

“I-I… I don’t--” you stutter, feeling flustered from his offer.

“Come on, you can’t say no,” he tells you, already crawling under his covers and then he holds them up as the invitation.

Taking a deep breath you follow him and make yourself comfortable in your almost usual spot. Harry’s arm falls over your waist in an instant, spooning you from behind as he hums pleased. But a few moments later he lifts his head, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

“You know you can say no, right? I was just joking.” Looking back at him you give him a small smile. Even drunk he makes sure you aren’t doing anything you don’t want to, but how could you not want it? You’ve been aching to sleep next to him all week, especially after the last storm when you suffered alone in your room.

“I know, Harry.”

“Alright, okay,” he nods, his head dropping back to the pillow. “I missed this,” he mumbles with a sigh.

“Yeah?”

“Mm, sleeping alone sucks,” he hums and in a split second, your heart breaks.

Harry didn’t want to sleep with you, he just wanted to sleep with someone and you were the one there. It has nothing to do with you.

You want to blame him, you want it to be his fault that your chest is now aching, knowing that it truly doesn’t mean the same thing to him it does to you, but you know you can’t. It wouldn’t be fair, so once again, you’re left with a sinking heart wrapped up into Harry’s embrace that suddenly feels burning.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry.”

When the morning comes Harry is still sleeping deep beside you, an arm thrown over your waist, puffing warm air against the side of your head with every breath he exhales. Seeing him so peaceful warms your heart, but then you realize everything that happened last night, how he only used you because you were available and not because he wanted you.

You don’t want to wait for him to wake up and face him, your emotions would surely bring the best out of you. So carefully, you unwrap yourself from his hold and sneak out of his room, back into yours.

There’s no way you can face Harry right now, so before he could wake up you leave, planning on spending the day in the library, working on your assignments, hoping the school work will take your mind off of how badly you’ve been friendzoned.

Sometime after eleven Harry actually texts you asking where you went and you just tell him you have a shitload of school stuff to deal with. He asks if he can join you, but you tell him you’re with a group of your classmates, even though you’re sitting in an almost entirely empty library. He luckily doesn’t push it and leaves you to be. Hopefully he’ll be fine when you take another step away from him for a while to get your head straight and sort your emotions out.

You get home quite late, but not late enough, apparently. Because walking into the house you find the boys clearly getting ready to watch a movie.

“Just in time!” Niall beams. “Join us, Princess!” he laughs, grabbing himself a cola from the fridge.

“Oh, no, I have some things to work on--”

“Come on, you’ve been in the library all day, you can have a break!” Louis tells you and you know you won’t be left alone, they are just so persistent.

So you join them in your usual spot, which is of course next to Harry, though you’re trying to avoid his gaze that hasn’t left you since you arrived and by now you’re certain he knows you’re avoiding him. There’s a reason why he asked you last night if you’ve been doing it lately, he is not stupid, but this is not the time to deal with it.

With your inner crisis bubbling inside you, you completely forget to ask what you’re watching. A few minutes into the movie it becomes quite clear however.

“Is this a fucking horror movie again?” you ask, snapping at Niall, who just starts laughing.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Harry will gladly let you sleep in his bed tonight,” he teases, making your whole face heat up at his comment. Harry slaps his chest before he turns to you with concern filled eyes, but you pretend like you see nothing, turning back to the screen with your jaw clenched.

You’re fucked.

The movie is a fucking shitshow and leaves you traumatized. When it’s over, you think about why didn’t you just stand up and go into your room when you realized it’s another horror. For a change, this one was filled with demons and monsters that hide in the shadows, just what you need before going to bed. In the night. In a totally dark room.

Exiting the bathroom you’re already planning on watching something lighthearted and cheerful in your room, hoping that would make you forget the movie you just saw and give you the chance to actually sleep.

Walking past Harry’s room you see that it’s still open and you catch him expectantly looking at you when you appear in the doorway as you walk down the hallway, your eyes meeting for just a split second before you disappear from his sight and shut your bedroom door without a word behind you.

No matter how many random videos you watch on YouTube, some scenes from the movie are just imprinted into your mind and they have you trembling in fear. Every shadow looks like a demon or ghost, hiding in your room, ready to haunt and kill you and you’re on the verge of actually crying. It might not be only because of the movie, more like everything else that’s been bottled up inside you, added to the fear the movie has brought to you.

Shutting your eyes closed you try to take deep breaths and for a bit it actually seems to help, but that is until you hear the door opening. It gives you an instant heart attack and you can’t keep your tears back anymore.

A whimper leaves your mouth as the door opens and you can only see a shadow entering the room, totally not recognizing Harry in the dark.

“Y/N, hey, it’s just me! It’s okay!” he quickly clears, seeing how shaken up you are. He rushes over to the bed, one hand cupping your cheek, the other one finding your hand and before you could think, you grip it hard.

“You scared the living hell out of me!” you cry out, sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to check on you.”

Silence sets between the two of you that’s only momentarily broken by your shaky breaths as you try to calm yourself down.

“Why didn’t you come to mine after the movie if you were so scared?” he then asks, surprising you with how straightforward he is.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, blinking the remaining of the tears away as Harry stares down at you intently.

“Why would you think you’d bother me? I like having you there.”

“But it’s… Doesn’t matter,” you sigh in defeat, but it just concerns him even more.

“No, tell me!”

“Harry, just go back to your room. I’ll be fine.”

“You definitely won’t and I’m not leaving until you don’t tell me what’s going on,” he protests firmly and you lose your patience to keep lying to him.

“You just wanted someone to sleep with yesterday, okay? You didn’t need me. And… I don’t want to depend on you more than I should.”

Harry stares back at you with a blank expression and you feel like this is going to be the end of your friendship. You have to come clean about your feelings and he’ll tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way. But then he speaks up and the tables turn faster than ever.

“Y/N, I wanted you to sleep with me last night. Not just anyone. You.”

“What?”

“I really thought we have been on the same page, but apparently, we’re not even in the same book,” he sighs, confusing you even more. “Wasn’t it suspicious how things have been between us lately? The way we slept, the mornings, did you think these are normal things to do?”

“I-I thought that… it didn’t mean anything to you.”

“Well it did,” he replies and you breath hitches in your throat. “I was trying to take it slow, see how you’d react to everything and I thought you were feeling the same way. But then last time you didn’t come to my room when there was a storm and I thought that was your way of telling me that you want to pause whatever’s been going on.”

You’re just blinking in shock, listening to his words. This is nothing you expected.

“But then you seemed like you opened back up last night and you agreed to sleep with me, thought we were back on track, but then you were nowhere to be found in the morning, avoided me all day and now you would have rather spent the night crying here alone than to come over to me. What did I do? Just tell me, because quite frankly, I have no idea what we are doing anymore, Y/N,” he sighs, clearly tired of this insane game you’ve been playing without even knowing.

“So… you did all of this, because… you…”

“Because I like you, Y/N. But there’s a possibility it’s already way more than just a strong liking,” he admits with a soft chuckle that melts you in an instant.

“Oh god, I could cry again, but not out of fear this time,” you tell him, making him laugh as you scoot closer to him on the mattress. “I feel the same way, Harry,” you softly tell him, your hands finding the base of his neck while his hands have wandered to your waist so now he is pulling you towards him until he ends up in his lap. His face is now so close, and even in the dark, you can see the cheesy smile on his pink lips.

“You’re not saying this just to keep me here because you’re scared to be alone, right?” he asks, clearly joking, earning a wholehearted laugh from you.

“No, but I guess that would be a major benefit of it.”

“I’ll protect you from all the demons and killers under one condition,” he smirks, his face already inching closer, his nose is already touching yours.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“I get to kiss you.”

“Deal.”

You barely say this one little word, his lips are already on yours, kissing you in a way that almost knocks all the air out of your lungs. You press yourself up against him, his arms curling around you, holding you tight as if he is already protecting you from everything that scares you, though you can’t really think about the stupid horror movies now that you’re kissing Harry.

He pulls you down with himself making you lie on your back as he holds himself up above you, his lips parting from your just enough so he can look into your eyes.

“How about I kiss you every time you feel scared?” he prompts, pecking your lips gently as you pull your legs up and his hips settle between your thighs, while your hands dance down his back.

“Alright, I’m in,” you smirk at him and for a moment he just stares back at you, smiling wide, in complete awe that it’s finally happening. Then he cocks his head to the side before speaking up.

“Are you still scared?”

“Very,” you nod. “I’m shaking.”

“Good,” he grins before his lips press onto yours again.

Thank you for reading! Please like/reblog if you enjoyed!

[notanotherreidgirl]

soooo maybe sub spence having a huge crush on the reader and it’s blatantly obvious so one day when him and reader are sharing a hotel room (he almost shit his pants when he heard the room assignments) after reader is done showering, she comes out in just a black bra and panties, claiming she forgot her pajamas in her bad which is conveniently placed entirely across the room so she walks slowly by where hes sitting on his bed to retrieve her clothes while spence sits there and has to pretend like hes not about to have an actual heart attack. and then smut. wow this was a run on sentence and it sounded better in my head but

this is so long - i'm sorry (but also not)! Thank you so much for sending this in! I literally just sat down and wrote it in one go, I loved the idea so much!!

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), coming in pants

A crush. That was the most accurate description of Spencer’s feelings for you because the weight of his affection for every solitary thing you did was absolutely crushing him. He couldn’t look at you for more than a minute before his heart constricted in the most delightfully uncomfortable manner. However, Spencer was no stranger to unrequited love and knew better than to act on his feelings. So he took special care around you, making sure the two of you were never alone, only allowing himself to look at you for 20 seconds at a time. Most of the time it worked but not right now.

Right now you were less than 6 feet away from him, separated by the bathroom door and a flimsy bath curtain. And you were in the shower. Naked. As soon as the thought entered his mind, he tried to push it out but he had already conjured up an image of you with water cascading down your chest, plumes of steam framing your figure, lathering soap on your soft skin…

He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and forced his attention back to the case files scattered on his bed. But then there was your handwriting scrawled in the margins messy in the most endearing way, he traced a finger over the loops in your y’s and g’s. This is ridiculous. You are being ridiculous. He scolded himself while shoving files back into his satchel, resolving to get under the covers and feign sleep just when the door creaked open.

He turned his head towards you, automatically starting his countdown 20, 19, 18 … but his thoughts evaporated as soon as he saw you. He saw the bra first - black and lace and hugging you in all the right places. He tried to pull his eyes up to your face, he really did, but his gaze slipped downward and he was done for. Those thin, matching black panties were instantaneously seared into his memory. He barely registered your unconvincing apology and explanation that you had forgotten your pajamas across the room in your go-bag. His thoughts were just an unrelenting chant of you, you, you

You took your time crossing the room, shaking out your wet hair, and putting an extra swing in your hips. Realistically, the distance to your go bag was short but it felt like miles to Spencer. Time slowed to a crawl as he watched your confident strides and how you bent down at the hips to grab your clothes, giving him a perfect view of your ass. His breathing picked up and he brought a hand to his chest, convinced that he was having a heart attack.

Just when he thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse you slipped on a loose pajama shirt and he let out an involuntary audible high-pitched whine when you began to do the buttons. You quirked an eyebrow, giving him a coy smile. “What's the matter, baby? You see something you like?”

As you spoke you crawled across your bed and sat at the edge, legs open so he could see the damp patch growing at the center of your panties. He tried and failed to speak, only managing to make pathetic little sounds from the back of his throat. You took pity on him, lightly patting your inner thigh and motioning for him to come in closer.

Spencer practically fell to his knees in front of you, bringing his lips towards your clothed core. Before he could make contact you threaded a hand through his hair and angled his head up to meet your eyes. “Good boys ask for permission”

“Please, please please” he begged, using every ounce of his willpower to force the words from his mouth. “I want you so bad. Please let me taste you”

Satisfied, you lifted your hips so he could rid you of your underwear before guiding him between your legs. Spencer was like a man possessed. He brought his tongue up your folds, circling around your clit and then traveling back down to delve into you.

“Good job. There’s my perfect boy,” you panted. His response was immediate, shuffling in closer and effectively burying his face between your legs and plunging his tongue as deep as possible. “You like that? You like me calling you my perfect, pretty boy?”

You could feel warmth blossoming in your lower abdomen and you tightened your grip on his hair, signaling your impending release. He only doubled his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and moaning deeply.

As you rode out your high, he grabbed onto your thighs and held you against his eager mouth, lapping up your come until you finally wiggled out of his reach. You smiled down at him, prepared to return the favor only to see his gaze cast downward, avoiding your eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You reached down to pull his face up into your hands when you saw it - the wet spot at the front of his pants. You knew the answer but you asked anyway. “Did you come?”

He gave a shy nod before trying to make his escape but you pulled him in, crashing your lips together in a frenzied, lust-fueled kiss. “You’re even better than I imagined, Dr. Reid”

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[celestialevie]

Sunshine // Charlie Weasley x Healer! reader

(Not my GIF, credit goes to the creator) Genre: fluff with tiny bit of angst words: 1.7k warnings: cursing, like one sentence of smut (so 16+ please), kissing, idiots being oblivious about their feelings, mentions of second degree burn, mentions of broken ankles etc. Summary: Being in love with your childhood best friend is never easy, no matter how much love there is. A/N: This is gender-neutral fic don't mind the gif also, please keep in mind English is not my first language. If there are any mistakes, please let me know. And also thank you so much again for the 100 followers!! Hope you enjoy the fic

Working at your dream job with your childhood best friend has been the absolute dream. Even though you just started working at the sanctuary recently, you’re already loving it. And how could you not when Charlie Weasley has been nothing but supportive and making sure you’re comfortable with everything. Until very recently, you’ve been working at St. Mungo’s since your apprenticeship ended, when Charlie told you that people at the sanctuary are looking for another healer to work in case something happens with the wizards working there. While it did break your heart to leave your two other best friends, Tonks and Penny, you couldn’t pass up on the opportunity to be even closer to Charlie. Everyone around you two knew your feelings for each other, while the two of you kept being oblivious to each other's feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship. Doing this job wasn’t that hard, healing a few burns here and there, twisted ankles etc. Charlie would find excuses to go and see you, even if it wasn’t actually anything wrong with him. You’ve known Charlie since the first year of Hogwarts, when you ran into him on the train. And honestly, seeing him then, you should’ve known you would’ve caught feelings for him. Red hair and blue eyes, freckles all over his face. Who can blame you? Your thoughts have been interrupted when you heard a knock on your office door. ‘’ Come in! ‘’ you yelled as Charlie opened the door. ‘’ Hi sunshine ‘’ he smiled at you. ‘’ Should’ve known it was you. Are you injured, or did you just come to bother me? ‘’ You ask him with a smile on your face.’’ Actually injured. Baby dragon decided to give me attitude by breathing fire on my hand. ‘’ he approaches you and places himself on a bed meant for patients. Taking his hand in yours, you see the very much visible burn marks on his hand. ‘’ It’s only a second degree burn, thankfully, nothing a little of burn-healing paste can’t cure. I’ll apply it and then wrap it up so that it doesn’t accidentally budge or wipe off. In no matter of time, your hand will be as good as knew and ready for another baby dragon or maybe even mother dragon to burn it again. But please don’t actually get burnt again on that hand if possible or anywhere. Molly would throw a fit if she knew how much of your scars and injuries I heal. ‘’ You say as you grab the burn-healing paste and apply it to his hand and finish it off with wrapping a bandage around his hand. Gently tapping his cheek, he sighs and gets up. ‘’ Thank you sunshine, you’re my saviour. ‘’ he exaggerates while kissing your cheek, and he’s on his way out of your office. What you didn’t know is while healing and inspecting his wound, he finally decided he’ll act up on his feelings. But for that, he’ll need help from one person who’s been helping him ignore his feelings for you. Going back to his place, he quickly wrote a note and sent his owl to that person letting them know to come over to his place asap. A couple of hours have passed before he heard knocking on his door. Opening his door, he saw that they were wearing the same outfit they usually did when they were meeting up. ‘’ Sorry it took me a while to come over, I was at work. ‘’ Charlie gulped and let them in. ‘’ It’s no problem, let’s get this over with and honestly this will probably be the last time we meet up like this, Anna… I decided to stop being a coward and acknowledge my feeling for y/n and do something about them. ‘’ he smiled and at his words Anna’s lips stretched into a wide smile. ‘’ Charlie, that’s amazing! I’m happy for you, god, I wish I could do the same about my feelings for Peter. ‘’ her smile faded a bit and a frown replaced it. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her passionately, leading her towards the couch and slowly lowering her down on it while not breaking the kiss. Pulling off the coat, he knew she had only underwear underneath it. Slowly kissing down her neck and gently biting into it, wanting to hear her moans, he knew he pulled out of her every time they meet up like this. Lowering himself and kissing down her chest, sucking on

her sweet skin he’s got so familiar with recently. As he took of her bra, and started sucking on her nipples, the door of his cabin opened, and he swears the time stopped for him when he heard y/n’s voice when they interrupted something. ‘’ Hey Charlie….oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. Please continue, I’m going to go…’’ before he could even muster up a word, they apparated away somewhere. ‘’ FUCK! ‘’ He yelled as he got off of Anna and helped her get dressed. ‘’ Go find her, you idiot! Don’t just scream and shout! You should go find her and tell her everything. I’ll go home. ‘’ Anna yelled at him Giving Anna a small kiss on the cheek as an apology, he quickly tried to think of a place y/n could’ve gone to. The first thing he did was run to her house and started knocking on their door. When they didn’t answer the door, he went to their office. When he tried to enter it, the door was locked, so he knocked a couple of times before moving on to a different location. He remembered showing her a special spot by the lake, which he accidentally found when he first moved to Romania. Quickly imagining that place in his head, he apparated there, and that’s when he spotted them. Sitting by the lake and throwing small rocks at it. Taking a deep breath, he approached them.

‘’ Hey sunshine. ‘’ at the sound of his voice, they raised their head and looked behind them. ‘’ Charlie, hey…’’ clearing his throat, he slowly approached them. ‘’ Mind if I sit down next to you? Been looking around to find you. Just want to explain something to you and then after that I can leave you alone if that’s what you wish for. ‘’ they nodded their head and gently patted a spot next to them. Charlie sat down. ‘’ Can I just say before you start, I’m sorry for walking in your house without knocking or even letting you know I’ll stop by. Didn’t mean to interrupt you and Anna in your private business.’’ their voice was on the verge of breaking because god-damn did their heart break when they saw Charlie and Anna in the middle of whatever they were doing. ‘’ Oh god no sunshine, you have nothing to apologize for. If anything, it’s me who needs to apologize to you. I am so fucking sorry you saw that. But I need to explain that whole situation and for you to understand it I need you to listen to every word I say. Anna and I were nothing more than just fuck buddies. To just try and forget about all the pain in our hearts that we both felt. We never saw each other as more than occasional fuck buddies who were looking to feel something. Her heart is longing for someone else, and so does mine. Sunshine, I know that what you saw probably hurt you more than you’d like to admit to yourself and to me. God, I wish you didn’t see me and her, but….’’ he stops, taking your hands into his and looking into your eyes. My heart only longs and wishes for you, sunshine. God, I’ve never been more in love with someone more than I am in you. If you’re in love with me too or at least have some romantic feelings for me, it would make me the happiest man in the world. If you wish to stay only friends with me, I completely understand, I promise I won’t let my feelings for you ruin our friendship. You mean way too much to me for me to only ruin it because of some stupid feelings. You’re the most important person in my life. You can say what you wish to say now. ‘’ Charlie was preparing for the worse, but what he didn’t expect is for you to start crying. Noticing the panicking look in his eyes, you quickly reassure him. ‘’ No, no, don’t panic, these are the happy and frustrated tears. Penny and Tonks will be over the moon once I let them know they were right about the two of us all this time. ‘’ A small laugh escapes your lips. ‘’ I’ve been in love with you, Charlie, probably since the moment I first met you on the train. All these times I’ve told myself you only saw me as your best friend, how could you ever see me romantically. But I guess I was wrong. ‘’ you wipe away your tears as Charlie looks at you with so much love in his eyes. ‘’ Oh sunshine, I’ve never been happier to see someone laugh. ‘’ you pull him into a hug, never wanting to let him go. He pulls a little away only to press him lips onto yours. The kiss was never sweeter, wanting to keep kissing you for the rest of his life.

BONUS:

When both Penny and Tonks received a letter from you, they didn’t expect anything unusual. But what they received was the happiest news they’ve been wanting to hear since probably fifth year of Hogwarts. Charlie and you were officially together. Just like you expected, you received one big howler from them. ‘’ CHARLES WEASLEY AND Y/F/N L/N HOW DARE YOU ANNOUNCE THE NEWS WE’VE BEEN WANTING TO HEAR JUST CASUALLY IN THE LETTER. I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU TWO!! ‘’ Penny screamed, but Tonks was only laughing in the background. ‘’ As soon as we can, Penny and I will come over to the Romania and keep telling y/n ‘ I told you so ‘’ because I TOLD YOU SO YOU DUMB IDIOT! ‘’ Tonks yelled, and all you could do was laugh at Charlie’s shocked and kind of terrified face. Penny can be a bit scary when she wanted to be, and he definitely experienced Penny’s wrath back in Hogwarts. ‘’ Well, they seem to like the news. ‘’ you laughed as you pulled Charlie into a kiss.

[ptergwen]

I think your requests are open (I didn’t see anything that said otherwise but I suck at this app lol) but I was wondering if you could write a peter x reader (likely college-age) where they have an academic rivalry and just tease each other a lot and lots of fluff and shit? It can be an established relationship or like a friends/rivals to lovers or really whatever you want. Sorry if this is super specific! Anyways, I love your writing, it always cheers me up :)

friends close, enemies closer

ik this is cherry BUT i had to

w/c: 1.6k

warnings: swearing and hints of suggestiveness

a/n: thank you my love ! i’m actually obsessed with this concept so i’m super super happy with how it came out n i hope you are too :,)

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you wipe sweat from your upper lip, peeking at peter’s laptop screen. he’s more than halfway through the paper your english professor tasked your class to write. he looks to have not a worry in the world as he continues to type away. growling at this, you dive right back into work.

you’ve been at each other’s throats since the beginning of classes when you both wanted the same spot. first row, middle seat. peter had officially claimed it in the end. you’d flopped down next to him and his irritating smirk.

the dude is smart, you’ll give him that. his knowledge of literature is almost as impressive as yours. almost. he raises his hand any chance he gets, effectively stealing your thunder if you dare to participate.

peter is also a bit of a people pleaser. he’ll chat up your professor at office hours, fascinate her with his hot takes on things or stupid anecdotes. you often get so annoyed that you bail before you even attempt to woo her yourself. the sight of you storming off is something peter thoroughly enjoys.

bottom line is, golden boy peter parker never loses. underneath the sweet, innocent persona he hides behind is a ruthless fighter. you’re determined to end his winning streak, thus sparking your ongoing competition to be better than the other in every way possible.

this time, your goal is to meet your ten page paper requirements the fastest. they aren’t due for weeks, but you and peter are banging them out in one sitting.

you’re hauled up in the campus library, sat side by side despite your wishes for peter to get his own table. he’d insisted on sharing with you. why, you haven’t a clue. you can’t stand him, and he isn’t the fondest of you either.

that’s what you tell yourselves, at least.

“progress report?” peter requests from you. “page three. you?” you grunt back. he props his feet up on the table, arms flexed behind his head. “finishing up page seven. you already knew that, though... creeper.”

god, you can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

you glance over at peter, doing your best to ignore how his biceps bulge under his hoodie. nerdy little parker is ripped.

“worry about yours, i’ll worry about mine. thanks.” you reread the sentence you wrote prior to peter’s chiseled body distracting you. “oh, the irony,” he sighs and nudges the edge of your laptop with his sneaker. scowling, you shift the screen away from him.

about a minute of silence goes by until it’s unfortunately filled by peter. he stretches his arms out, finally removing his dirty shoes from the table.

“i’m gonna take five. maybe, you could use it as an opportunity to catch up to me,” peter cockily suggests. “spare me your charity, peter. i’m doing just fine without it,” you retort, letting out a scoff. peter raises his hands in defense. “if you say so, princess.”

here you were, naively thinking peter couldn’t become any more insufferable than he already is.

you slam your laptop shut and jab a finger at his chest. “jesus christ, how many times do i have to ask you not to call me that?” a patronizing pout adorns peter’s lips. “aw, i love it when you get all bossy on me. so cute.”

he grabs your hand still on his chest, pressing a light kiss to the back of it. you’re quick to wipe it off on his hoodie. nevertheless, there’s an undeniable heat rushing to your cheeks.

“well, i hate it when you call me princess,” you deadpan. peter tilts his head to the side. “do you?”

of course not. deep down, you live for the fuzzy feeling you get whenever the nickname slips from his tongue. oh, his tongue and the things it can do. poking out as he focuses hard on a question, running across his pink lips…

you have to reel it in. this is peter parker you’re fantasizing about, your mortal enemy.

“yes. i hate it, and i hate you,” you unsuccessfully convince the both of you. “no, you don’t,” peter rasps, darkened eyes scanning over your features. his stare is intense and intimidating. he grasps your chin between his thumb and index finger, slowly leaning in closer.

he’s not going to stop until you make him. you don’t want to, but you will.

you shove his shoulder, dragging your laptop towards you again. “on second thought, i could use that catch up. you’re not gonna throw me off my game, parker.”

your rejection seems to disappoint peter. his expression matches that of a kicked puppy, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.

“we’ll see,” he murmurs and swings a leg over his chair. “alright, i’m gonna run to the caf. you want anything?”

he’s offering to buy you food now? what’s his angle here?

“i’d say yes, but i’m afraid you’ll poison it somehow,” you half joke. peter hops to his feet. “don’t give me any ideas,” he warns, snatching his backpack off the floor. “i’ll just surprise you.”

although you’re curious what his mystery snack choice for you would be, you can’t accept. you’d be going against your entire dynamic.

would that be so terrible?

absolutely.

you wave him off towards the double doors. “i’m good, peter. really. i’m not that hungry, anyway.” shaking his head, peter throws a backpack strap onto one shoulder. “y/n, your stomach’s been grumbling for the last hour. you gotta eat.”

he’s not wrong. you’re starving, but you’ve been too preoccupied by your essay to break for dinner.

“fine, surprise me,” you concede. peter flashes you a smile, this one void of its usual condescendence. “i’ll be back. try not to miss me too much,” he calls as he walks backwards to the library doors. “i won’t. shoo already,” you dismiss him, a laugh falling from your lips.

peter winks at you, then disappears into the night. you’re left with a serious case of butterflies and a certain freckle faced know-it-all on your mind.

that’s a problem.

you’ve managed to get another page done when peter reappears. he sits back down and slides a bag across the table, you closing your laptop. you dig into it to figure out what he picked for you. you’re not too pleased with his selection, however.

“oh, yummy. vomit in a cup,” you announce as you hold a green smoothie in your hand. peter reaches over and pats your thigh. “it’s good for you. drink up, princess.” you slap him away. “hard pass. i’d rather you have gotten me nothing.”

narrowing his eyes, peter pulls two cookies wrapped in a napkin from his pocket. “i’m guessing you don’t want these either? more for me, then.”

they’re chocolate chip and m&m, your favorite in the cafeteria. they just came out of the oven, so they’re still warm.

“how… how did you know i…” you trail off, peter setting the cookies in front of you. he offers you a lopsided grin. “i know a lot about you, believe it or not. i pay attention.” you surprise yourself by returning his smile. “thank you, peter. how much do i owe you?”

“nah, it’s on me,” peter assures you. “enjoy.” pushing aside your unappealing drink, you seize the cookies instead. “you have to eat, too. let me at least split these with you.” there’s a beat before peter nods. “fair enough.”

that results in you two munching on your cookies while pretending to write your papers. you’re sneaking glances at each other whenever the other isn’t looking, in reality.

once it’s about time for the library to close, you’re on the verge of passing out. peter is concluding his essay until he hears a thump from your side of the table.

he finds you with your cheek smushed against your keyboard and hitting random letters, snores escaping you.

chuckling to himself, peter places a hand on your shoulder. “hey, y/n?” he speaks in a hushed tone. you awake with a gasp, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. “easy there, princess. it’s only me.” he rubs circles on your back, and it’s oddly comforting.

“keep doing that,” you purr, momentarily forgetting how much you’re supposed to despise peter. he lets his fingers dance across the exposed skin of your lower back. “we should probably head out. it’s kinda late,” peter decides.

you sit up, bones aching and eyes forced open. “not yet. have to beat you first.” you start to delete the gibberish you accidentally typed. peter cups your cheek to turn your head towards him, your movements halting. “this one’s a tie. you did good, y/n/n,” he coos. “finish the rest another day.”

“why’re you being so nice to me?” you nearly whisper. peter uses his thumb to swipe the drool from your lips. “‘cuz i care about you. i might not show it, but i do,” he admits with the hint of a smile. “besides, i need you… for the, uh, the healthy competition.”

laughing softly, you twist his hoodie strings around your fingers and tug. “your intentions are pure as always. sure that’s all you need me for?” peter’s gaze darts to your lips, then your eyes. “we’ll see,” he repeats.

rivalry be damned.

“mm. i care about you too, parker. thanks again for tonight,” you hum. a blush coats peter’s cheeks, even in the dim library lighting. his sweet and innocent side might truly exist. “no problem.” peter links your pinkie with his, the gesture giving you that fuzzy feeling. “i’ll walk you back to your dorm?”

you lean over and kiss his pinkie intertwined in yours.

“lead the way.”