#i'm kind of proud for staying so close to word count

[trashytracktales]

I need lando ANGST. Make me cry! But also smut! Goshhhh I need it. Something like they’ve been distancing each other and things have been so tense and one day lando catches reader getting herself off so he says ‘if you wanted me to fuck you all you had to do was ask.’ And then he ruins here. But lots of angst in the beginning. Ty I love you xx

Endings, beginnings | LN⁴

💌 REQUESTED by anon ──── Well. I was sobbing while writing this. Hope you're proud of yourself 💔

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𐙚 summary ──── They’re at a breaking point in their relationship, their stubbornness and jealousy pushing them so close to the edge. After agreeing to distance each other during an exhausting triple header, Lando returns home unexpectedly to find her in his apartment, trying to cope with his absence.

𐙚 pairing ──── Lando Norris x she/her reader

𐙚 rating ──── explicit

𐙚 category ──── F/M

𐙚 warnings ──── +18, mature/sexual content, angst, smut, toxic dynamics, emotional distress, descriptive language, masturbation, oral & fingering ─ (f)receiving, unprotected sex, swearing, potential relationship breakdown.

𐙚 word count ──── 5.1k

𐙚 date ──── Dec. 12, 2024

𐙚 a/n ──── This is my 10th work ayeee! Thank you guys so much for investing your time into reading my silly little stories, and for trusting me enough to bring your requests to life. I appreciate you a lot 🤍🎀

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IT'S LATE. THE kind of hour that turns Monaco into a still painting, muted and hollow, yet as breathtaking as ever.

Lando isn’t supposed to be home yet. The plan was to stay in Brazil for a couple more days after the race, but plans change when you're a professional overthinker. Somewhere between the chaos of three back-to-back races, he couldn’t stand the thought of another night in a hotel.

He needed to be in his own space so he could think.

The elevator ride to his floor seems like going on forever, his suitcase dragging heavily behind him, its wheels scratching aggressively against the polished floors the second he gets out of it. He’s expecting silence; an empty apartment, untouched, heavy with the ghosts of their last argument. But when he opens the door, the faint smell of her perfume hits him hard across the face, and his heart tightens.

His living room is dimly lit, the soft glow of a scented candle casting long shadows on the walls. A throw blanket is draped over the couch, and a half-empty mug of tea sits forgotten on the coffee table.

And then he sees her.

She’s curled up on the couch, wearing one of his oversized hoodies. Its sleeves cover her hands as she hugs her knees to her chest, her face partially hidden in the dim light of the room. Her hair is a little messy, and there’s a redness to her eyes that tells him she hasn’t been sleeping well — he knows he shouldn't, but he's glad he isn't the only one losing sleep over this. On a deeper level, it means they both care enough to let it consume them.

So, it has to count for something, right?

For a moment, he just stands there, staring. Then, the words spill out before he can stop them, or think of something else to ask, “Why are you here?”

Her head snaps toward him, her wide eyes betraying a mix of surprise and guilt. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in place.

She straightens slightly, pulling the hoodie tighter around herself. “Lan…” she blinks in amazement, her voice barely audible.

“I just asked you a question,” he says, sharper than he initially intended.

He's not usually like this. But considering how they left things before he had to go, Lando is entitled to ask questions. It was her suggestion to separate, and finding her here only messes with his head more.

“I… know. I'm sorry,” she looks away, her fingers tugging at the hem of the hoodie. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” his suitcase thuds against the floor while he fixes his eyes on her. “Why are you in my apartment? We said we’d take some time apart.”

Her shoulders hunch defensively, but her voice remains the same as he knows it — soothing, carrying so much tenderness that it could stop wars. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

Lando exhales harshly, nodding while dragging a hand through his curls. “We agreed on space, remember?” he insists, “You can’t just show up here like nothing happened.”

“I didn’t—show up,” she snaps, her tone suddenly sharper. “I’ve been here for a while. I didn’t know you were coming back so soon,” she repeats.

“Okay, then. Let me get this straight. You're here, but you don’t answer my texts anymore,” he fires back. “Does that make any sense to you? ‘Cause it sure as hell doesn't for me.”

“I was going to,” she retorts, standing now, the oversized hoodie swallowing her frame.

Lando takes a step forward, his hands on his hips. “I don't understand you. I thought this was what you wanted,” he says, his voice quieter but no less intense. “Space. Time. A chance to figure out if we even work anymore.”

“Yes,” the girl agrees, “I wanted to figure us out, not pretend we don’t exist.”

Lando's voice rises, his frustration spilling over, “You think I’m pretending? I’m doing what I thought you wanted! Because every time we’re together, we just end up—”

“Fighting,” she finishes bitterly. “Yeah, I know. Do you think I enjoy feeling like this all the time?”

His shoulders slump slightly, the fight draining out of him. “I don’t know,” he admits, his voice softer now. “I don’t know what to think or do anymore.”

They stand there in silence, the weight of their shared frustration pressing down on them. She sits back down on the couch, clasping her hands on the edge of it.

When she finally speaks again, her voice cracks. “I don't want to fight, Lando. I’ve been staying here because I couldn’t be in my own place. Everywhere I looked, I saw you. I thought maybe if I stayed here, it would make sense to feel your presence, because it's your place.”

Lando’s jaw tightens as he lets her words sink in. The sight of her, wearing his clothes with tears in her eyes makes his chest ache. He wants to wrap himself around her and make sure nothing will ever hurt her again, but the ego works a double shift tonight.

Still, “I'm not mad that you're here,” he clarifies. “But why didn’t you tell me?” asks Lando quietly.

“I didn’t think it would make a difference,” she whispers. “I planned to leave before you… Well, it doesn't matter now.”

“See, that right there is the fucking problem. Of course it matters! Why wouldn't—”

“Because!” her firm voice interrupts him. “We keep hurting each other, and I honestly don’t think we'll ever stop. You’re stubborn and selfish, and I’m jealous, and we both jump to the worst conclusions about each other all the fucking time.”

Lando sighs, “Right,” he says after a pause, his voice laced with guilt. “I am stubborn and selfish,” he agrees, “I get angry too fast. Is that it? And you—you think I’m always looking for a reason to leave.”

Her breath catches as she looks down at a random point on the floor. “Aren’t you?”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He steps much closer, his voice firm. “No. I’m not. But you make it so damn hard to stay sometimes.”

He regrets his words the second they leave his mouth. He's aware that she's not the only one to blame for the situation that they're in, but at the moment, he's making it seem that way. He can't look at her hurt expression, so Lando closes his eyes for a second, a long silence settling in the distance dug so deeply between them.

She continues to look at him, anger flaring in her eyes. “Yeah, well, you make it hard to trust you, Lando. Every time you’re away, I feel like I’m waiting for the other bomb to drop.”

He finally opens his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face. “Alright, what do you want from me, hm?” he asks. “I don't know what you expect me to do.”

Her voice breaks as she replies, “I don't have any expectations left. I just want to stop feeling like I’m losing you all the time.”

Lando’s face softens, the exhaustion from weeks of racing and months of fighting etched into every line. He steps closer, slowly, until he’s standing in front of her. He crouches down so they’re eye level, his expression conflicted.

Even as hurt as she is now, he is still amazed by her beauty. Gazing down at him, she spreads her legs gently so she could make more room for him in her space. However, she's doesn't dare to touch him, no matter how badly she needs to feel him, just to remind herself that he's real.

“I'm so fucking tired, baby,” says Lando, his voice breaking slightly. “Aren’t you tired?”

She nods, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Every day, especially when you're not here,” she chokes out. “But I still want to try. God, Lando, I can’t imagine not trying.”

His hands reach for hers almost instinctively, but he acts with the same hesitation, pulling back at the last second. She notices, the flicker of hurt on her face evident in the way she squeezes her eyes shut, only to erase that image from her memory.

They sit in silence for a while, the air thick with unresolved issues and the weight of everything they can’t say. He studies her, trying to think ahead, but it’s impossible when she's like this — indecisive and lost.

Finally, Lando stands up, exhaling sharply. “I need a shower,” he mutters, heading toward the bathroom without another word.

She watches him go, her heart sinking. She’s still here, but somehow, it feels like she’s further away from him than ever. All she wants to do is jump into his arms and tell him she's missed him so much these past few weeks. Tell him how much she loves him, and that she would do anything to see him happy and satisfied with their life together. But she's too far away, and if she doesn't jump high enough, she could find herself free-falling, with no one to catch her on the other side. And that's too much of a risk, even for her.

When Lando comes back, his hair damp and his expression unreadable, she’s standing by the window, looking out at the city lights.

She doesn’t turn when he approaches, but she speaks softly, her voice small. “Do you even want me here?”

Lando freezes, her question cutting deeper than he expects. After a long pause, he answers, his voice low. “Of course,” he says. “But I honestly don’t think it's a good idea.”

She finally turns to look at him, her eyes searching his face. “Yeah…” the girl nods slowly. “I just—Lando. I can’t keep doing this if I’m the only one who believes we can make it.”

Lando nods. “Thing is, I don't know what to believe anymore,” he says honestly, his voice steady.

A simple truth that neither of them wants to acknowledge. But even as the words hang in the air, neither of them moves to leave. Because for all the pain, there’s still something tethering them together — something they’re both terrified to lose.

“I’ll take the couch,” he finally says, tugging the throw blanket off the armrest. His voice is flat, drained of the emotion that had filled it earlier.

“What?” she asks, startled.

“You can have the bed,” he clarifies, avoiding her gaze as he starts arranging the blanket. “It’s late. We’re both tired, and this… we can’t fix this tonight. We should rest and talk it out in the morning.”

She opens her mouth to protest, the words forming instinctively, but then she stops herself. He looks so tired, not just physically but emotionally. His shoulders are tense, his jaw set in that stubborn way she knows so well. He’s trying to create the space she's been asking for — not because he doesn’t care, but because he does.

“Okay,” she ends up saying, her voice small. Defeated. Once again.

At that, Lando turns to meet her eyes, his expression serious, almost distant. It’s a side of him she doesn’t see often, the version of Lando that’s careful and guarded. She hates it, hates the way it makes her feel like a stranger to him. But mostly, she hates that she’s the one who’s brought this out in him.

“Goodnight,” he says softly, his voice tinged with a finality that makes her stomach churn.

Alright then.

“'Night,” she replies, walking past him, their arms touching lightly.

She retreats to his bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. The familiar scent of him — clean, musky, intoxicating but soothing, grounding her with its quiet presence and making her feel more at home than ever — wraps around her as she crawls into the bed they’ve shared so many times before. But it feels different now, colder, emptier. Foreign, somehow.

For a stupid, silly moment, she lets herself believe that things will be okay in the morning. That they’ll talk, really talk, and find a way back to each other. She clings to that thought as she stares up at the ceiling, her fingers clutching the edge of the blanket. But no matter how hard she tries, she can't shake the feeling that this is it.

Neither of them sleeps for hours after that.

IT'S FOUR IN the morning when Lando lies on the couch, his eyes fixed on the darkened ceiling as his thoughts race. He can hear the faint creak of the bed when she shifts, knowing she's not asleep, either, and it tugs at something deep inside him. He’s never been good at leaving things unfinished, and this is no different.

He pushes himself up from the couch for what feels like the hundredth time, his fingers curling and uncurling in frustration.

Maybe this whole thing was a mistake.

Maybe he shouldn’t have come home.

Maybe this is exactly why they need space, because when they're in each other's proximity, he simply can't think straight. Especially when she's just a few feet away, separated by only a simple door.

A door that masks the sounds of her soft cry.

Then, he hears the same faint sound, broken, but unmistakable. It cuts through his doubts like a knife through butter, sending a sharp pang of guilt and something deeper, a lot darker, straight to his chest. He hesitates for only a moment before moving toward the bedroom, his steps careful, almost hesitant. His hand hovers over the door, his heart pounding against his ribs as he takes a deep breath in.

Lando knocks softly, his voice barely louder than the quiet hum of the apartment. “Is everything okay?”

Nothing.

He knocks again, his jaw tightening.

The silence presses against him, thick and suffocating, until he can’t take it anymore. He twists the knob and pushes the door open, his pulse roaring in his ears as his eyes adjust to the dim light.

She’s sprawled on his bed, the sheets tangled around her hips, one hand clenched in the fabric while the other moves between her thighs. Her head is tilted back, her lips parted in soft, shaky gasps, and her eyes are squeezed shut like she’s trying to block out the rest of the world.

His throat goes dry, his emotions colliding in a chaotic storm of shock, desire, and something dangerously close to anger. Not anger at her — it never is — but at the situation, at the rift between them that’s left her seeking comfort this way. And at himself, for not being able to fix it.

He should walk away. He knows he should. But instead, he steps into the room, his movements slow and calculated as he crosses his arms over his chest, watching her intently.

Her eyes snap open, and for a moment, she looks utterly petrified. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson as she scrambles to sit up, her legs snapping shut as she fumbles for words.

“No, don’t let me interrupt you,” says Lando, his voice low and rough.

“You scared the shit out of me, Lando,” she stammers, her voice trembling. “I thought you were…”

Asleep.

“And I thought you were crying,” he says, wetting his lips. “Well, I was right in a way.”

The words hang heavy in the air, and she looks away, her hands twisting nervously in the sheets. He hates the way she shrinks under his gaze, but he can’t stop himself from taking another step forward. His jaw tightens again. He doesn’t know what to say or do, circling back to the same feeling.

He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to feel, either — hurt, anger, longing?

So much lust.

The silence stretches between them until it’s almost unbearable. And then, finally, she moves, swinging her legs off the bed like she’s about to leave.

But he doesn’t let her.

His hand shoots out, grabbing her ankle and tugging her back toward the edge of the bed. Her gasp echoes in the quiet room, her wide eyes locked on his as he steps between her legs, his grip firm but not forceful.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, her voice shaky, a mix of uncertainty and... hope that she already knows the answer.

“Fuck if I know,” he admits. His hands slide up her thighs, spreading them apart again, and he drops to his knees in front of her. “But I can’t just… I can’t leave you like this.”

“Baby,” she breathes, her tone caught between a plea and a warning.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Please. I can't take this shit anymore.”

At the sound of his pleading, she reaches out, her fingers threading through his hair as her breath hitches. It’s all the permission he needs to press his lips to her warm entrance, soft and tentative at first, but when she arches into him, her body trembling beneath his touch, something inside him snaps.

Lando doesn’t hesitate once she gives in, her fingers tightening in his hair as her thighs tremble against his shoulders. His hands grip her legs, his touch firm but reverent, holding her open for him like he’s afraid she’ll change her mind.

The first swipe of his tongue over her slit is slow and deliberate, tasting her in a way that makes her breath hitch. He hums low in his throat, the vibration sending a shockwave through her that has her head falling back against the mattress.

“Lan…do,” her voice breaks on his name, a soft moan that sends a shiver down his spine.

“Always so sweet for me, love,” he exhales heavily, her scent intoxicating.

Lando's grip on her thighs tightens as he pulls her closer, his tongue moving with purpose now, circling her clit and flicking in a rhythm that makes her toes curl. The erotic sounds from between her legs make her close her eyes in pleasure, her pussy tightening around him with each intentional stroke of his tongue. He’s thorough, so meticulous, as though he’s trying to commit every whimper and every twitch of her body to memory.

“That's so good, Lan. Feels so good,” she lets out a string of moans, her eyes rolling as the air gets knocked out of her lungs. “Oh, god, I've missed your mouth so much.”

She traces her hand through his hair, holding him while her hips push forward, the bridge of his nose tickling her clit so sweetly. He wants to drown in her, to lose himself in the way she responds to him, every single time.

Each gasp feels like a lifeline, tethering him to something real, something he can hold on to when everything else feels so uncertain. Her fingers curl in his hair, tugging slightly as her hips begin to move against him, chasing the friction he so willingly gives. Lando's jaw clenches at the way she’s unraveling for him, and he redoubles his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, more insistently, as he pulls out to suck gently on her clit.

“Baby, please,” she's almost crying, her voice shaky, but still cutting through the air like a plea for salvation. “Need you… so close.”

Lando doesn’t stop. He can’t. Especially not when her legs start to tremble against him, her breathing becoming erratic as she teeters on the edge. Instead, he slides one hand from her thigh to her hip, pressing her down slightly to keep her steady while his other hand moves swiftly to where he has been tongue-fucking her. His long fingers slide gently through her wetness, curling inside as he finds the spot that makes her see stars.

She feels herself opening wider for him, then clenching harder while he adds just enough pressure to make her body tense, his tongue never ceasing its rhythm.

“Lando, I—” her words dissolve into a broken moan, and he knows she’s close.

His heart pounds in his chest as he keeps going, the sound of his fingers fucking in and out of her pussy blending so beautifully with the noise of his tongue lapping at her clit. He doesn’t care how long it takes; he’ll stay between her thighs forever if he has to. He won't move again until she falls apart beneath him. For him. Maybe then Lando will understand why he needs her so much, why the thought of losing her feels like losing a piece of himself.

When she comes, it’s like the world stops from spinning. Her body tenses, her thighs trembling as she cries out his name, over and over again, her release washing over her in waves. He should pull out and give her time to ride out her orgasm, but his tongue and fingers coaxing her through it, making her gasp for another breath, is sending shocks of ecstasy to his hardened cock. In his desperate attempt to relieve his pain, he rubs himself against the bed, but it is not nearly enough.

Finally, when her hands are falling limply from his hair, that's when Lando slows down his movements. He presses soft kisses against her inner thighs as he pulls back slightly, his hands gently stroking her soft legs.

“You alright?” asks Lando, his voice raw.

She looks down at him, her chest heaving as their eyes meet. There’s something vulnerable in his gaze, something that makes her throat tighten. His lips are swollen and glossy, his chin slick and glistening from her arousal. His breathing is as unsteady as hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he’s just run a marathon. The sight of him like this — completely undone and yet so devastatingly composed — makes her stomach clench with need. More need.

“Mhm,” she manages, heat rising from her chest to her cheeks, while her hand involuntarily travels back between her own legs.

Lando slowly wipes the wetness from his chin with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving hers. The motion is deliberate, almost taunting, as if he wants her to remember every second of her high. Then he rises to his feet, his big frame towering over her as he leans forward, bracing himself on either side of her hips. Her breath catches as he hovers above her, so beautiful and wrecked, his face so close that she can feel the warmth radiating from his skin.

She expects Lando to kiss her, her lips parting slightly in anticipation, but instead, he tilts his head and murmurs, his voice a low rasp that sends a shiver down her spine.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask, baby,” his unfiltered voice makes her heart race in her chest. “I don’t care that we’re fighting. It doesn’t matter how tired I am,” he continues, his eyes dark and piercing as they lock onto hers. “I’ll stop anything, drop everything, just to fuck my needy girl, yeah?”

The bluntness of his words, paired with the raw intensity in his voice, leaves her momentarily speechless, the pads of her fingers collecting whatever is left from her release. She whimpers softly, her lips parting again as she brings her fingers to his, pushing inside his mouth while watching his pupils dilating. Lando sucks on them with the same thirst as earlier, biting softly when she tires to pull out. At that, something inside her snaps. She surges up, her hands gripping the back of his neck as she pulls him into a fierce, desperate kiss.

His lips are warm and soft, slick with the taste of her still lingering there, and she can’t help the way she moans into his mouth. He groans in response, deep and guttural, as his tongue slides between her lips, claiming her in a way that makes her stomach flip.

It feels like fire and desperation, like he’s trying to pour all of his frustration into one single kiss. When his tongue moves against hers, she whimpers, the sensation achingly familiar yet entirely overwhelming. It feels like he’s everywhere, like he’s consuming her from the inside out, and she doesn’t want it to stop. Ever.

“Lan,” she moans into his mouth, “Please…”

Her pleading seem to break something in him. Lando pulls back just enough to meet her gaze, his lips curling into a slow, crooked grin, making her realize how bad she's missed seeing it. There’s something tender yet profoundly sad in his expression, though, a quiet heartbreak that makes her chest burn.

“Please, what? Hm, what do you need?” he murmurs, his hand tracing a soft, reverent path down her body.

His fingers graze her collarbone, her ribs, her hip, each touch filled with a tenderness that feels almost out of place amidst the heat between them. But she doesn’t care about the sadness or the hesitation. Not right now. She arches into his touch, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she's whispering nonsense, too drunk on him to make more sense than that.

Lando’s breath mingles with hers, his lips brushing hers in the faintest of kisses as he whispers, “You aching for me, baby?”

Her nod is small, almost imperceptible, but he feels it, and his hand slips down to her hip, grounding her. The weight of his touch is familiar, comforting even, and it sends a tremor through her body that she doesn’t try to hide.

“Hurts so bad,” she admits, her voice cracking as her eyes meet his.

“I know,” he nods slowly, his voice thick with emotion. “Can I me make it better?”

“Always.”

He presses his lips to hers fully now, a slow, lingering kiss that feels like a balm against the ache between them. It starts soft, tentative, as if they’re testing the waters, but quickly grows deeper. His tongue sweeps across her bottom lip, and she opens for him, sighing into his mouth as he kisses her with all the longing, irritation, and so much love that he’s been holding back.

His hands move with purpose, sliding under the hem of her shirt — his shirt — and pushing it up, exposing her bare skin. She gasps as his palms graze her sides, his touch igniting a fire that spreads through her veins.

Lando pulls back just enough to tug the shirt over her head, his eyes darkening as he takes her in. “My beautiful baby,” he says, almost like he’s reminding himself that she still belongs to him and vice versa.

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she reaches for him, her fingers tugging at the hem of his own shirt. He helps her, pulling it off in one fluid motion before pressing his chest against hers, their bare skin meeting in a way that feels like coming back home after a long, tiring trip.

They move together like this, slowly shedding the layers between them until there’s nothing left but their bodies and the weight of everything they've done wrong.

He lowers her onto the bed, his lips never leaving hers as he settles between her legs. The warmth of his body, the solidity of him, makes her feel anchored, even as the storm inside her threatens to consume her. And when he enters her, it’s heaven, deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch of her. She moans, her hands flying to his shoulders as he stretches her, filling her with his perfect length. He stills for a moment, his forehead pressed against hers as they both adjust to his size.

“Remember how easy it used to be?” he whispers.

She nods while his lips are brushing her temple. “Yeah. I remember.”

The first thrust is painfully slow, managing to pull a soft moan from her lips. But soon enough, Lando sets a rhythm, one that feels familiar, almost nostalgic, like they’re trying to recapture the simplicity of how things used to be. She matches him, her hips rising to meet his, their bodies moving together in perfect sync.

As the pace builds, so does the intensity and vulnerability between them. The kisses become messier, more desperate, and his thrusts deepen, driving into her with a force that feels like a mix of anger and love.

“I don’t want this to be the end,” he says suddenly, his voice cracking as her nails dig into his back, leaving crimson lines in their wake.

“No?” she asks, a little hesitant.

His movements falter for a split second before he recovers, his eyes locking onto hers. “God. No, baby,” he says, his voice thick with determination. “We can fix this. I swear we can.”

Tears well in her eyes, and she can see his own glistening in the obscure lighting. They’re both breaking, and yet neither of them wants to let go.

Lando thrusts harder now, the force of it making her cry out as her body arches beneath him. She meets him halfway, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pulls him deeper inside her, as close as humanly possible. The room fills with the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other, their breathing, and their muffled cries.

“I need you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rush of their movements. “Like this, all the time. Only you.”

“You have me,” he replies, his voice breaking. “You’ll always have me, you know that.”

“Promise me,” she demands as she starts clenching around him, the heat building once again inside her.

Lando gasps at the feeling, fucking into her harder. “Shit, baby. I promise you. I promise.”

The weight of his words pushes her over the edge, her release hitting her harder the second time around. She cries out, tears streaming down her face as her body shakes beneath him. He follows moments later, his own climax tearing through him as he buries his face in her neck, his shoulders trembling with the force of it.

They stay like that, tangled together, their bodies molding into each other as they come down from the high. But the tears don’t stop. They cling to each other, crying softly as the reality of their situation crashes down on them.

“I love you so much,” he says, feeling her fingers tracing patterns on his back.

“I love you, too,” she admits without hesitation. “Do you think that's enough?”

Lando lifts his head, his eyes red-rimmed but full of a tentative hope. “No. But it's a start.”

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[swamp-adder]

"Watson!"

I knew that voice, but the sharp note of alarm in it was new to me.

"Watson -- oh God." There were hands on me, shaking me lightly, causing a slight groan to escape me.

"It's all right, Watson. You're going to be all right." My friend was babbling the same kind of meaningless reassurances I had given to too many patients to count, though in a tone that suggested it was himself he was trying to reassure more than me.

There was a sudden pressure on my abdomen which sent another spike of pain through me, and I gasped.

"I'm sorry, my dear fellow, I know that it hurts, but I must try to slow the bleeding. Lestrade has gone to fetch a doctor, he will be back soon."

I was awake enough now to open my eyes and take in the image of my friend leaning over me, his face pale and strained. He had removed his coat and was pressing it firmly against the spot where the bullet had entered my body. Despite this attempt to stem the bleeding, the coat was quickly becoming soaked and my medical instinct told me that I was unlikely to survive long enough for Lestrade's doctor to arrive.

Accepting my own death in that moment was surprisingly easy, given the manner in which it had come about. I had taken that bullet deliberately, to prevent it from reaching Holmes. What better or more honorable death could I possibly wish for? I was proud to meet my end in such a way. I attempted in a somewhat halting manner to explain this to Holmes -- to reassure him if this was my time to go that I did not regret it for one instant.

"Nonsense!" he snapped, interrupting me. "Do not be such a romantic fool, Watson. Surely you realize that you are of far more use to me in life than in death? Really, Watson, I should be most disappointed if you were to allow yourself to succumb to so -- so trifling an injury!" The flippancy of his words was belied by the slight tremor in his voice as he uttered them.

By now any motion of my body seemed to send another wave of agony through me. Even drawing breath was growing increasingly painful, besides which I was beginning to grow dizzy from the loss of blood. My eyelids fluttered closed.

"Stay with me, Watson," Holmes ordered in his sternest and most commanding tone.

"I will… try," I managed to gasp.

"You will not merely try," he insisted. "You will do as I say. Do you hear me, Watson?"

It was beginning to seem as if would be easier not to try to breathe anymore.

"Watson!" That sharp tone, ringing with iron, was like a slap across the face. "I know that it is painful, but you must keep on breathing. You are not to give up. I absolutely forbid it. I have not given you permission to leave me, do you understand? I have not finished with you yet!"

I gritted my teeth against the pain and forced myself to draw another breath.

The voice immediately changed, became gentle and soothing. "That's right, my dear fellow. You are doing very well. You have never failed me before, and I know that you will not fail me now."

It was absurd to suggest that I had never failed him -- he had rebuked me for such failures often enough, as he ought to remember. Still, the power that warm praise held over me was quite extraordinary, and somehow in spite of myself I continued struggling for breath.

I had not closed my eyes, but my vision was fading to black in any case. My ears were ringing strangely and Holmes' voice sounded distant and hollow. Yet even as my strength ebbed, the pain itself was also receding -- instead I felt oddly warm and drowsy. If this is what death is, I remember thinking, then perhaps it is not so bad. I confess that at that moment I desired nothing more than to simply relax and allow myself to softly drift away… but he had commanded me to live.

And I would obey.

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

lionfish, seahorses, and dolphins, oh my! | f. odair

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anon's request: noo bc i've been thinking about this for a while (all the time) imagine the reader from district 8 who's with finnick always sewing random fish patterns into his clothes or any cloth-related items bc of his district!!!

warnings: just some cutesy fluff, very very mild suggestive themes

notes: i couldn't not write this request it's so cute. very rushed because i've got another fic in the works ;) stay tuned my beautiful readers <3

word count: 800

Finnick would always invite girlfriend!reader to District Four because this man has major attachment issues, so you practically live at his house and are both attached to the hip. And one day he would find this little lionfish embroidered onto the cuff of his favourite sweater, which oddly resembles the colour of his hair.

His first instinct would be to call out to you. "Sweetheart?"

And you would respond with a "Hm?" from another room in the house, sneakily sewing something onto another item of his clothing. He would be curiously inspecting the little creature that had taken up residence on his shirt as he padded through the house to your whereabouts.

Just as he entered the room you were in, he would begin, "Why is there a—"

He'd cut himself short as he looked up and saw you sitting comfortably in a lounge chair, legs tucked beneath your body, a soft, knitted blanket draped over your lap, and a sewing kit lying on the side table. In your hands were a pair of his pants.

One of his eyebrows raised. "You've got my pants."

You looked up to find him standing in the doorway. "I do," you replied.

He took a step closer. "And you're sewing them."

"I am."

Another step. "And there's a fish sewed onto my sweater..."

You simply smiled at him—an adorable proud little smile. God, you looked so cute he genuinely felt to urge to lean down and pinch your cheeks between his fingers, but then he remembered he was your boyfriend, not your grandmother.

"Not that I'm not in absolute awe of your sewing abilities but—" He chuckled, shaking his head— "why?"

You shrugged, piercing a sewing needle through the waistband of the pants in your lap. "You're from District Four; fishes are kind of your thing, are they not? Plus, it's pretty," you said, then your voice lowered to a soft murmur. "Like you."

His stomach fluttered and he almost giggled like a little girl at your words. Once he got close enough, he kneeled beside the chair you were sitting in, watching as your delicate fingers manoeuvred the needle and yarn into the outline of a seahorse. He smiled to himself.

"Do you think I should start weaving clothes for you? Considering your district's all about making clothes and stuff," he said with a smirk.

"Like a dress made out of netting? It wouldn't leave much to the imagination."

"You won't hear this mouth complaining," Finnick said, the image of you walking around the house clad in a black net dress overcoming his mind.

Your cheeks warmed with a horrible blush and you decided to focus your attention entirely on the seahorse in the effort to overcome the sudden lewd thoughts involving his mouth.

Finnick continued watching in amazement as you managed to turn a few colours of yarn into a beautiful seahorse on the waistband of his pants. He wondered how many other pieces of clothing of his you had managed to infiltrate with various sea creatures. When his eyes caught on a bright blob of colour on the underside of the shirt sleeve he was wearing, he smiled, knowing he had gotten his answer.

His gaze flickered back to you, observing the look of concentration on your face as you sewed—the gentle crinkle of your furrowed brows, the subtle curl of your lips, and every now and then, the small twitch of your nose like that of a bunny, the pink of your blush adding to the image.

He couldn't help but prop his folded arms on the arm of the chair, chin resting on his forearms as he shamelessly and blatantly admired the changes in your facial expressions. He noticed as your eyes began to occasionally flicker toward him, your attention increasingly beginning to drift.

A few minutes later, you exhaled a heavy sigh. "You're so distracting."

"You're so adorable," he replied almost dreamily.

There it was again. The humiliating pink flush of your cheeks.

He grinned, humming a quiet laugh as he rose to his feet to plant a kiss on the top of your head.

"Can I make one request?" he asked.

"Perhaps."

His eyes fell to the lionfish on the shirt in his hands, eyes sparkling with child-like joy. "Sew some of these onto your own clothes so we can match."

A wide smile stretched across your lips.

Within the next week, you and Finnick were a giggling mess, sporting matching sweatshirts embroidered with big blue dolphins, each one's blowhole featuring a small red heart just above.

[bunbun-mochi]

Tantrum II - Queen of Onychinus

Sylus x MC (SMUT, MDNI)

Warnings: brat taming, slight bdms(if you squint), edging, CNC, overstimulation, breeding, oral (female receiving), size kink, creampie, safe words, swearing

Word Count:3373, no proofreading

Preview: Based on Tantrum, their one-week baby makin'.

Note: I was originally planning to write like 4 or 5 days out of one week, but it has gotten so long and seemed to be dragging on, that I had to delete most of it and just wrote the first and last day. Also, I'm not the most experienced at writing smut, so please bear with me.

Sylus was in bed. Furious. His eyes glowered as he shut the door and plopped me onto the bed. As soon as his mist let go of me, I quickly got up to try to run out the bedroom, but Sylus immediately grabbed my waist and pushed me back onto the bed.

"H-Hello, Sylus, " I stammered.

"Hello, sweetie." Sylus smirked. "Hope you had fun."

I nervously chucked, "uh, how was the meeting?"

Sylus' smile faded. "Changing the subject won't save you, kitten. Hope you know that."

I smiled innocently, "Oh? What subject should we talk about?"

Sylus stared down at me, clearly frustrated. I smiled, feeling proud that I could make him feel that way. "You better wipe that smile off your face, sweetie."

"Or what?"

Sylus narrowed his eyes, "You love to push my buttons, don't you."

I nervously laughed and scooted closer to the edge of the bed. Sylus lay on his side, propped up by his elbow on the mattress, watching me inching toward the edge. Amusement danced in his eyes as if waiting to see what I would do next.

I used that opportunity to run. I hopped off the bed and ran for the door. I unlocked the door and tried opening it. Except it was closed tightly, as if there was someone standing on the other side of the door, forcing it closed. I looked at the rims of the door, noticing those red mists.

Bastard!

I whipped my head over to look at Sylus. He continued to lie on the bed. I can see his hardened length pressing against his robe.

"Are you done, sweetie?" His voice sounded deeper. His eyes looked at me hungrily.

I pressed my back on the door, "Look, I uh..." I racked my brain, trying to think of anything to say.

Sylus looked at me, waiting for me to continue.

"I uh, well you kind of deserved it."

Sylus eyes darkened. "I deserve this?"

I nodded and folded my arms, "Yes. You left me when I wanted to you stay. I'd say it's a reasonable punishment."

"Sweetie. Sending that image is punishment enough."

"Well, I was feeling petty-" I started and gasped when I felt my body being pushed onto the bed.

Sylus leaned down and grabbed my chin, lifting it up so I could only look at him. "Your cruelty knows no bounds, sweetie. Your punishment is truly unreasonable. I'd say it's more reasonable that I punish you for the unjust punishment you had on me."

I gulped.

"You sure know how to tease." He rolled on top of me, his hands on either of my head, his knees on either side of my hip, looking down at me. "Raven is the safe word. Use any other words, I won't stop."

I'm already regretting everything.

I didn't know when it started or when it ended. My clothes are discarded somewhere on the floor. Sylus used one hand locking my hands above my head while his other hand, his two fingers deep inside of me. Every time I was about to come, Sylus would release his fingers and I would be clenching at nothing.

I was crying, begging. "Sylus, please, let me come, please, please!"

Sylus smirked, "Aw, don't you love being teased."

This fucking bastard. I whined with frustration.

Sylus chuckled, "If I want you to come, I'll let you come."

It has already been nearly half an hour. Half an hour of edging. The bedsheet was wet from how much I was dripping. Two fingers plumping inside of me. "Sylus, please, please, please..." I felt so close to coming, I begged, but he still took his fingers out of my weeping hole, denying me. Tears streamed down my cheeks. My legs are shaking.

Sylus licked my arousal off his fingers. "Fuck, you taste so good." He let go of my hands and leaned back, gathered the wetness around my hole, and stroked his length with it, trying to lube it with my wetness. I stare at him with anticipation.

He smirked. Finally, and finally, he slid into me. Perhaps from the number of times I was denied, I instantly came when he slid in, convulsing around him, trying to suck him further into me. I moaned as he groaned.

"Fuck," Sylus gritted his teeth. He slowly thrust into me, but each trust was hard, slamming himself into me, with his tip kissing my cervix each time.

I went from gasping to whining to moaning, chanting his name like a religion. I couldn't tell if I had already come again because I already felt the overstimulation. I quickly scooted back, to have him slide out of me, and closed my legs with my hands covering between my legs.

"I never said you can close your legs. Spread them." Sylus commanded.

I shook my head, "S'too much!"

Sylus growled in frustration and used his evol to grab my hand and pin it above my head. "You can handle it." Then he grabbed my knees, practically pried my legs apart, and slammed into my abused hole, watching my facial expressions as he slid all of himself inside of me. Before Then he slid out until only the tip was inside before slamming back into me, knocking the breath out of me.

Each thrust is hard and fast. Going all the way out and going all the way in. I was a moaning mess. He leaned down and licked before giving wet kisses along my neck. Then he bit down on my shoulder and I winced and moaned from both the pain and pleasure.

"Tell me, sweetie. Was it fun?" He said in between sucking on my neck. "Was it fun making me wait?"

I couldn't respond. I was mumbling nonsense and moaning.

I can feel I'm getting close. Sylus knows I'm close to how I'm tightening my walls around him. "Don't come yet." He commands.

I shook my head, fresh tears rolled down my cheeks. "Can't" I slurred. "I-I can't" Then I came so fast that it caught me by surprise.

Sylus slowed down and growled, "Didn't I tell you not to come?"

He hooked his hands under my knees, bringing them closer to my chest. Then he thrust deeper this time. Each thrust knocked the air out of my lungs.

"You don't come until I tell you to, do you understand?"

I nodded frantically, the only sounds that were coming out of my mouth were moans and his name. I can already feel the heat, the buildup, between my legs. I closed my eyes, trying to think of something else. Anything that stops me from coming.

"Eyes on me." His deep voice commands.

I opened my eyes and looked into his red eyes. With this new angle, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. I try to think of something else, but I already feel the buildup is ready to snap.

"Come for me." A single command made me come undone. I opened my mouth in a silent scream, my back arched, my head thrown back, as I felt my entire body shake from such a powerful orgasm. However, Sylus didn't slow down, continuing to ram into me.

"Wait, wait," I panted, trying to push him away shakily to give my body a break from the orgasm.

Sylus groaned, "I can feel you convulsing around me. Fuck, you're so hot." Just a few more thrusts and he painted my walls. I involuntary convulse around him, as if trying to push his seeds further inside of me, pushing it into my womb.

My legs shook violently. Sylus slid out and I felt his come sliding out of me. Sylus spread my legs wider, watching his come, mixed along with my juices, slide out of me, onto the bedsheet.

Sylus groaned. I looked down and saw his length hardens again. I pried his hand off my knees and closed my legs. I tried to scoot away from him.

"We are not done yet." Sylus grabbed my ankle and dragged me toward him. Sylus tried to pry my legs apart, but I forcefully kept them closed.

"You should apologize first!" I yelled.

Sylus smirked, "We'll see who apologizes first." Then he throws both of my legs over one side of his shoulder.

My eyes widen, knowing what he's trying to do. Before I could do anything, I felt his tip, and then he slid in again. I moaned loudly. I felt his entire length inside of me. With the legs closed, he felt nearly twice as big.

I tried to spread my legs but Sylus held them closed. "I gave you the opportunity to spread them, but you decided to be difficult, so let's do this instead."

He thrust in and out, fast. I felt him hitting all the sweet spots that I didn't even realize existed. Sylus smirked as he watched me struggle beneath him, trying to pry him off from the overstimulation.

"Stop, stop, please," My plead fell on deaf ears. Sylus kept the rhythm and I came again. Sylus allowed me a few seconds to catch my breath before flipping me over for another round.

I didn't know how many times we had done it. I tried to crawl away only for him to drag me back. I tried to escape from Sylus. Wherever he caught me is where we ended up fucking. We were doing it on the floor, the nightstand, on the sofa, the window, the walls, then on the door. Each escape was closer to the door, yet I was still confined in that room, impaled by my husband who seemed to not have enough.

One day turned into two. Then three. In a blink of an eye, it's already the sixth day. We went into a routine. We would wake up late, cuddle, and then full-blown sex for several hours into the night. The only times he would stop was either when I passed out or used the safe word. I swear my walls had been stretched and molded for him and him only.

I didn't know whether it was morning or evening, but as soon as I woke up, my husband devoured me hungrily. I giggled when he peppered kissed my neck. "Dear, I just woke up."

"I haven't had breakfast," Sylus answered before licking my breast. The nipple immediately stood up from the attention.

I moaned, "Let's go breakfast."

Sylus licked my nipple before closing his mouth around it. I felt his tongue twirl around my nipple before sucking it. He let go of my nipple with a pop. "I'm having you as breakfast."

"What about me?" I whined.

"I'll make you something after I'm done." He turned his attention to my other breast before I could protest.

Each of his kisses went lower and lower until he reached the heat between my legs. I gasped and moaned. He licked and kissed my cunt before stimulating my clit with his tongue. At first, it was a slow circle movement, as if trying to warm my clit before gently sucking it. Then he would go back to my cunt, licking, kissing, and sucking, like a hungry man who hasn't eaten for days. His eyes were closed as if to savor me. As I felt the pleasure building up, he paid more attention to my clit, trying to draw out my organism. I moaned loudly as I came into his mouth. Sylus groaned, slurping in the juices. He gave a few kisses between my legs before coming up. His lips were wet from my arousal. He leaned in and kissed me, tasting myself from his lips.

"God, you taste so divine." He said before diving in between my legs again.

I quickly pressed my hand against him. "I'm hungry."

Sylus licked my slit and kissed my clit, making me shiver, before taking my hands and kissed my knuckles. "Alright, I'll get something for us to eat."

I nodded, "I would like that."

Sylus smiled, "Don't move, let me take care of you."

Sylus gave me "breakfast", cleaned up the room, and drew a bath for us. All I did was lay in bed and have him carry me everywhere.

He carried me into the bathtub, setting me onto his lap. I leaned backward onto his chest and sighed in bliss. Sylus massaged my body. One of many things I enjoy about Sylus is the fact that he gives very good aftercare. After our intimate session, he would always make sure to pamper me afterward. Speaking of intimate, I think I only used the safe word twice. I feel proud. I might be starting to catch up to Sylus' stamina. Perhaps one day I might have him crying under me. The logical side of my brain tells me that is not going to happen.

One second he was giving me a massage the next, his hand and lips were roaming all over my body.

I giggled, "Sylus, really?"

Sylus nuzzled my neck, "Sweetie, I haven't heard a single apology from you."

I playfully slap his arm, "It is your fault! Yours! If you're so upset that I spent too much money-"

"Oh, honey, I don't mind that at all. Honestly, I wish you'd spent more. You left me hanging while you went out. Tell me, who did you spend your evening with that is more important than me?"

I blinked, confused at his words. Then I remembered the night I cockblocked him when I went to the movies with Tara. I huffed, "I'm not telling you."

Sylus narrowed his eyes, "That person sure is important. I wasn't even able to track you. You sure take measures to make sure I don't find you."

Sylus waited for my response and when I gave none, he pressed me closer to him and whispered into my ear, "Sounds like I haven't tamed my wife enough yet."

Immediately, I tried to leave the bathtub but Sylus pushed me back onto him. "Sweetie, where are you going?"

"Not here. Seriously. It hurts when we did it last time." I remember that time when we tried to do it in the bathtub. Worst idea ever. The water washed all the lube away and it was like we did it raw. Shower and bathtub sex can be left in the books and our imagination.

Sylus chuckled, "Who said I'm fucking you here."

I looked at him surprised, "You're not?"

"Do you want me to?"

I shook my head. He slowly picked me up, "Good." He stepped out of the bathtub and set me down. "I'm planning to fuck you against the wall."

Before I could react, he slammed his lips on mine and pushed me onto the wall. His tongue roamed inside of my mouth, tasting me, while his fingers roamed between my legs. He breaks off the kiss, smiling that I was panting.

He pressed a finger into me and I winced loudly. He scowled slightly, "Sorry, didn't realize you're not wet enough. I'll take care of that." He kneeled down, tossed one of my legs over his shoulder, and dived in between my legs.

I felt his tongue and lips dance in between my thighs. I moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair. A few kisses, he inserted a finger in me. "There you go, now she's wet enough." He pumps his finger in and out a few more times before sliding his finger out.

He stood up, hooked his arms under my knees, and placed his palm over my bottom. I yelped when he lifted me up then moaned when slides his length into me. I gasped and winced from the sensation. "Sylus, it still hurts a little." I held onto his shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

He stopped halfway. He kissed me gently, on my lips, then go down onto my neck and shoulder before slowly rolled his hip into mine.

At first, he started slow, allowing my body to adjust to his size and wet enough for him to move faster. Then he went full-on slamming into me. I gripped his shoulder and back for dear life, fearing I might fall. I tossed my head back as I came, panting. "I didn't know you were that impatient." I glared at Sylus.

He chuckled, "Have you seen yourself? Any man would lose control if they see you like this." He used his lips on my cheek and gently guided my face to the side. Looking in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I looked like. My face was red, my mouth opened, and half-lidded eyes. I look like I already got fucked dumb from just one round. It made me wonder what I looked like after several rounds.

He whispered into my ear, "Look at yourself while I fuck you senseless. Perhaps then you'll understand why."

He snaps his hips into mine. I moaned loudly. The way I behaved, I felt embarrassed. Sylus groaned before spilling his seeds inside of me. He slowly slid out of me and then turned me toward the mirror. He shoved me toward the mirror and lifted one of my legs.

"Are you seeing this, love?" Sylus whispered into my ear. He guided my face down slightly, making me look at my cunt through the mirror. Both of our come are dripping out of my abused hole. "Are you seeing what you're doing to me?" Then he pressed his tip into me before sliding all of him into me again.

I gasped. I knew he was big but I never realized how big he really is until I saw us fucking in front of the mirror. Honestly, I don't even know how he could fit all of him inside of me. The way his length slid out and in me and the slight bulging was turning me on.

Sylus chuckled, "Does watching yourself turn you on? I can feel you tightening me around me."

I can only moan in response, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't hold yourself back, sweetie. Watch how much your hole begs for me."

The way my vaginal opening wrapped around his length, the way he keeps sliding out then disappearing inside me, hitting all the spots. He guided my face so that I would be looking at my face. "Look at yourself while you come on my dick."

It didn't take me to come onto him. I saw myself throwing my head back slightly, eyes half-lidded, and drool rolling down on the side of my mouth. Sylus groaned loudly as he finished inside of me.

"I wish I had my phone with me so I can take a picture of you like this." He groaned.

My legs were trembling. Sylus let go of my leg. Considering how tall he was, I was tiptoeing as his length was still in me.

"Pull out," I whined, feeling the strain on my feet.

Sylus held securely around my waist so that I wouldn't fall if my legs ever gave out and slowly slid out of me. His come dripped and rolled out of me.

I was surprised by how much he came. "You're going to get me pregnant."

Sylus groaned in response, "I wouldn't mind that."

I playfully slapped his arm, "I'm pretty sure I'm the one carrying it. I should be the one saying 'I wouldn't mind that'."

"I think I just heard you wouldn't mind getting pregnant." Sylus turned me around and pressed me against the mirror.

"You are one cunning crow. How about you get pregnant!"

I slowly blinked awake and groaned. My entire body ached from all the activity we had done for the several days. The entire bedroom, every piece of furniture, Sylus and I all done on it. The wall, the coffee table, the bathroom, the nightstand, the window. Everywhere. I swear we did all the positions in the book. We might've even made new positions. My back hurts. I can't feel my legs. Sylus is a monster.

I think I might be pregnant.

If I knew he could do it for an entire fucking week. I groaned. If I knew Sylus had that much stamina that could last for an entire week, I wouldn't have done this to him!

Ok, internet, do your thing. My edging part sounded very familiar like I had read it somewhere before. Does anyone know where it's from??

[musiccutiepatooty]

Logan Howlett Love Languages

Here's my thoughts on the love languages in regards to Logan

Word Count: 1.5k

I am a firm believer that every love language is given and received in some capacity in relationships. With Logan it is absolutely no different. In order form least to greatest, in my opinion, Logan's love languages are: gift giving, words of affirmation, quality time, acts of service, and physical touch.

Gift giving:

I believe that Logan loves to receives gifts from you… eventually. When you first gave him a gift (before you all had started dating) he was very hesitant to accept it. You were being nice to him and that usually ended poorly for the people being nice to him. He just told you to keep it and left you standing in your tracks. He was surprised to later find a bag sitting on his doorstep. He begrudgingly took the gift inside, but didn’t open it for a couple of days. When he finally opened the gift bag, it revealed a small key chain with an 'L' on it. You had seen him in the hall with two keys in his hand. Both of them were separate from each other.

When you saw him pull out his mail key then shove it back into his pocket in favor of his house key you stopped. "How do you keep track of them? It two separate keys."

"It's just two keys," he said quizzically. The look you gave him was blank for a second and then you shook your head, going into your house with a small smile.

When he saw the key chain and remembered the front porch interaction, he felt a pang of endearment in his chest.

Words of affirmation:

It was going to be a rough day for Logan. He woke up with the voices in his head being stronger than his ability to ignore them. All of his failures were on the forefront of him mind and he had only been awake for ten minutes.

You rolled toward him, stretching your arm around his midsection and kissing the back of his shoulder. He felt you murmur something against his back but it didn’t register. "What'd ya say, baby?"

"I said 'how's my beautifully incredible husband doing this morning?'" This caused a small smile to form on Logan's lips and his brain to be turn down a notch.

Throughout the day, it was like you knew that he was in his head. You were showering his with verbal praise.  "You're treat me so well, honey." "I'm so lucky to have you." "You're such a good friend." It was helping hush his thoughts.

The one that silenced his brain completely came when y'all were sitting on your couch, you reading a book with your feet in Logan's lap and him watching tv absentmindedly stroking your legs. You gently tapped him with your foot until he was looking at you. He was met with your smiling face as when he turned his head. "You know you're doing really well and I'm proud of you."

He stared at you long after you went back to reading your book. When he has a hard day, hearing you just be kind to him calms him down. And the fact that you love him despite his flaws lets him know your words are true.

Quality time:

Once he got past the "I'm not good for you. Stay away from me" mindset, I firmly believe that Logan will make any excuse just to be around you. And I mean like you're taking a shower and he's in there. Not in the shower. He is just sitting on the toilet so that he can talk to you.

The knock on the door wasn't heard over your music until it got a little bit more persistent. You gave a quick "yes" to come in and he gingerly peeks his head in the door, "can I come in?" you pop your head around the edge of the shower curtain and gave a small smile and nod. "Come on in, baby."

You expected Logan to start taking articles of clothing off and join you in the shower, so it was a surprise when he lowered the toilet lid and sat down on it, "You're not getting in?" You cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I already showered this morning. And you're shaving your legs I know you need some room for that," he leaned back against the toilet and spread his legs out. "Just wanted to talk to you."

You closed the shower curtain and chuckled as Logan began to rattle off questions to you.

...

He is also a sucker for sitting beside you doing nothing. You can both be doing your own thing and he can enjoy just being in your presence. Like you're both sitting with the TV on, a show that you and Logan have started together but never seem to pay attention to, and you've both ended up scrolling on your phones. You remove your feet from Logan's lap and make a move to stand up, making him perk up. "Where ya going?"

"Just going to pee and then getting a snack." you stood fully and kissed his head. "Do you want something?"

"Just for you to make it quick," He settled back into the couch, looking up at you, satisfied that you wouldn't be gone long, "wouldn't want you to miss too much of the show."

"If I didn't know any better, it seems like you're gonna miss me." "You could say that."

Acts of service:

Logan's boss had been on him about production. You had been working 15 hour days. You listened to his spiel at breakfast and he listened to yours. After breakfast you handed Logan his lunch box. You mentioned you were able to come home early today and would be crashing as you had to prepare for another early morning the next day. He promised he'd be quiet when he got home and gave you a kiss as you both headed out of the door.

As promised, he was damn near silent when he entered your home. The first thing he noticed was that every light was off aside from the one above the stove and the light in your shared bedroom. The light above the stove illuminated a lidded pot. Opening the lid, his favorite entrée was revealed. Initially he was thankful for the meal because he was starving, even after his huge lunch that you so graciously packed for him. (I swear this man has a huge appetite). His gratefulness was increased ten fold when he remembered that you were not a fan of his favorite dish, though you made it so well.

On the lid in his hands, he noticed a post-it note: 'Sides are in the oven. You don’t have to produce anything tonight. ♥"

Even dead tired you still took the time to make him a meal that you knew he would enjoy. Logan felt his shoulders relax and his heart warm.

Physical touch:

Sounds cliché but he has had so much violence in his life that when it comes to your gentle hands… Lord does he just melt. From scratching his scalp while you guys are lying down to you wrapping your arm around his while you're walking to placing your head on his shoulder while you're sitting and watching tv.

Logan had explained to you that he was a mutant, the Wolverine, and that he had claws. He gave you the whole rundown of Stryker's experiments and how that gave his claws and skeleton a metal coating. He told you all about his war escapades and his time with the X-Men. At the end of his speech, he revealed his claws.

You were silent for a moment and looked at his hands. You held out your hand and looked at Logan, asking for permission to touch him. He gave a small nod and you raised your hands to his, dragging your fingertips along the topside of the claws. You poked the end gently, like an idiot, and felt the sharp sting. Logan just looked at you and cocked his eyebrow with a 'really?' expression. You placed your finger in your mouth to collect the blood droplet.

You nodded for a moment and then your eyebrows shot up, "Is that why you're so fucking heavy when you lay on me?!"

All Logan could do was chuckle as he retracted his claws and kiss you. But he noticed from that point forward, you made extra efforts to touch and hold his hands.

When you are sitting and watching TV, you're absentmindedly stroking over his knuckles. Grocery shopping, your hand is draped on top of his on the cart. Making dinner together, you're taking an extra long time to grab the spoon from him, making sure your hands connect. He is in love with it. Who would have thunk it; Mr. Big Bad Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, is an AVID hand holder.

You distinctly remember the time you both were making dinner and he hand-fed you a pepper from your stir fry. You quickly chomped down on the pepper and smiled at him grabbing his hand and placing a kiss on his knuckles. You could see his brain short circuiting as his face turned a deep red.

Divider Credit: @bunnysrph I'm gonna figure out how I want to set these up because I plan to write more Logan stuff. Pls leave me feedback! I haven't actually written anything in like two years so I'm a bit rusty. Anyways... thanks for reading!!

[gyllenhaalstories]

FORTUNE COOKIE — DETECTIVE LOKI 🥠

summary: you're in luck! the restaurant did not run out of fortune cookies this time.

warnings:food & eating, smut (hickeys, mirror sex, nipple play, thighjob, mention of edging). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 1785

gif credits: @/elliewilliums (cropped) / divider credits: @/saradika-graphics

notes: happy valentine's day! i'm sending you all so much love. 💝 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

You parked your car next to Loki's, although the parking lot was empty at this hour. This sounded like a cute metaphor about how you could have all the space in the world, yet you'd rather stay close to your man. Anyway. You parked your car and struggled with just about everything beyond that point. Your hands were too full to close and lock the door easily and to zip your coat and put its hood over your head. Once you figured it out, you waddled your way to the restaurant. You struggled with the push and pull mechanism, nothing special there, and you especially struggled to look normal while you bee-lined to his usual table.

You were lucky, his back faced the door so he did not catch even the smallest visual glimpse of your shenanigans. Although he could not see you, his face beamed with a smile at the squeaky sound of your shoes and at your clumsy apologies to the waitress for coming in so close to closing hours.

"Surprise." You laughed at how you ruined your own plans. You handed him the precious package you were holding close to your body this whole time.

"What are you doing here?" Loki's eyes glanced up at you, then down at the box you were handing him. Pink wrapping paper, pink ribbon, pink bow, pink everything.

"I just told you, I wanted to surprise you." He emptied your hand so you could pull your phone out of your pocket. "Look, it's after midnight."

He blinked, with an arched brow.

"That means it's Valentine's Day." You smiled from ear to ear.

"I thought we had plans for dinner not... for now."

"Surprise!" You repeated and hopped closer to him, leaning in for a quick kiss. "I know we said no gift. I also know that if I tried to hide the gift, you'd find it. So this is the best plan I came up with!"

He set the box down on the table and attempted to search through the pocket of his black coat, but he stopped to listen to you.

You told him you knew he'd be there to eat before coming back home, so you would not lovingly scold him about not prioritizing his needs. You told him it was no bother, to drive in the middle of the night to meet with him. You told him you planned this all out with love. You also told him how proud you were for surprising him for once, well, kind of.

"I'm proud of you." You smiled when you sat down in front of him. You caught him just in time, too, he had finished his food. He politely asked the waitress for a refill of coffee. He searched his coat again and pulled a gift out of it.

The box was not wrapped up all cutesy like yours, but you could not care less.

"I know we said no presents." The waitress reappeared and placed two fortune cookies between Loki and you. She walked back to the kitchen with the empty coffee pot.

After Loki sipped his coffee, you both agreed to open your presents at the same time.

Loki carefully pulled on the ribbon and peeled the heart patterned paper off the box. He gasped when he opened it and discovered a ring. It resembled the Masonic ring he wore, but it was different. Loki's ring was plain, it suited him. But the one you got for him showed intricate details and complex craftsmanship.

"I don't need to understand it to know it's important for you." You watched his reactions closely while he studied the ring. You explained how you saw an advertisement in the newspaper about people selling vintage knickknacks. It was not too far out of town, it was set up like a yard sale. You found the ring in an old jewellery box, had it cleaned up, and saved it for this special occasion.

"I love it." He closed the box and smiled widely. "Thank you." You could feel how much this gift mattered to him and you were happy with yourself. "It's your turn."

So, you opened your present too. You frowned, confused, when you pulled out a chain that looked exactly like his.

"You like mine so much, figured you wanted your own..." You spoke at the same time. "So we can match."

You insisted on putting it on right away, but Loki decided you should wait until you both got home. The waitress came back to clean your tables and, before you left, you opened your fortune cookies.

Loki was a little superstitious about his cookies, he liked to give them time to work their magic so you did not share what the strip or paper said right away. He paid and tipped the waitress generously and headed outside.

You waved goodbye at the waitress and wished her "Happy Valentine's day!"

*~*~*

Loki hung the towel to dry on the rack, his messy half dry hair looked so different from his usual slicked back look. He looked relaxed, at peace. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while the steam from the shower slowly dissipated.

You handed him the small necklace and he groaned in response, not wanting to leave the embrace just yet. You had waited too long with the ride home in your respective cars and the long steamy shower. You wanted your present.

He obliged, though, and carefully put the chain around your neck. He watched your reflection in the mirror with a corner smile. "You look so beautiful, my love."

You looked at yourself through the mirror too and brought your hand to touch the cold metal of the chain. It was exactly like Loki's, you'd always have a piece of him with you that way.

Loki kissed your cheek and along the side of your neck, where he focused until your brain got too fuzzy to thank him again for the Valentine's day present. He lingered on one spot, sucking a light mark on it that he soothed with gentle licks. His hands caressed your exposed chest.

"I'm guessing you love it as much as I do?" You looked at the mirror again and caught a glimpse of your man smirking against your skin and marking you up some more while his hands were groping your tits.

He grunted, now teasing your nipples until they got hard. He loved to feel you squirm against his naked body, your ass grinding on his hardening cock.

You gasped when he pinched and pulled gently on your nipples.

He had no intention of hurting you, he simply wanted to tease you. His day was long, rough, as it always seemed to be but your surprise at the restaurant put him in a much better mood. Despite wanting to enjoy your body and to explore every inch of it by peppering kisses, his body forced him to pick up the pace.

"Please..." You whispered, begging him to keep touching you.

And he did, without needing you to explain any further. His hands abandoned your breasts and travelled down.

You lost sight of them in the mirror, but your entire body felt like it melted when his fingers touched your pussy.

"So fucking wet for me." He praised you in your ear, before he switched sides and started to mark the rest of your neck with hickeys. He dipped two fingers between your folds.

Instinctively, your legs opened up for him. You gave him enough space for his hand, but also for his cock.

He pushed his cock between your legs and moaned of pleasure when your pussy lips coated him with wetness. Loki helped you close your legs just a bit, so that he could fuck your thighs.

It was not as satisfying as having him buried inside of your pussy or feeling his fingers rub your tingly clit, but this felt so good still.

It felt especially good when Loki grabbed your hips to hold you in place. He fucked himself with your thighs, grunting louder and louder with each thrust. "Fuck," he mumbled, face still in your neck. "Been thinking of your pussy all day."

You reached a hand behind you and put it on the back of his head, holding him close. "Need you inside me, baby."

"Say that again." He demanded, his eyes rolled to the back of his head when you whined loudly as the tip of his cock hit your clit.

You took a deep breath, trying to speak coherently although this seemed next to impossible when Loki was fucking you. "I need your cock so bad. I need you inside me. Please. Please!"

"Good girl." Loki stopped moving, his cock lodged between your thighs and under your wet pussy.

"Why?" You complained, tears began to pool at the corner of your eyes. You needed him to keep going so bad.

His fingers started to rub your clit instead, but it was way too slow for your liking. "Wanna know what my fortune cookie said?"

You put your hand over his, trying to make him speed up and take you closer to your orgasm, but you failed.

His strong hand just kept rubbing small, lazy circles on your sensitive clit. "Answer me. Do you want to know?"

You rolled your eyes and surrendered. "What did it say?"

He wore a proud smile on his face. When you noticed it, you chuckled. "It said to Plan for many pleasures ahead." You rolled your eyes and he insisted. "No, no, no. I'm serious! You don't believe me? You wanna see it?" He gave your pussy a gentle slap to make you quit your attitude.

It succeeded in making your brain short circuit for a second.

"I can prove it to you that this was written on the paper. It's in my coat, I'm gonna go and get it." Loki pulled away from you, his hands, and his cock, leaving your body.

You whined so loud that he laughed.

He was surprised at your reaction, but he was more so aroused at how much you wanted to feel him.

"What is it? You don't want me to go?"

"Absolutely not." You turned around, finally looking at him directly in the eye. "But we're still gonna go somewhere." You erased the distance between your bodies again only to push him out of the bathroom and in direction of the bedroom.

He walked backwards, letting you guide him with a proud smirk.

"I'd rather make the fortune cookie's wish come true."

Loki turned you around and, when you finally got near the bed, he pushed you down on it. "That's my good fucking girl."

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

What would happen if bumble accidentally bit Wanda or Natasha like at the vet or something ( I love your stories)

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

I'm Not A Violent Dog

Wandanat x human pet!fem!reader

Summary: Wanda and Natasha have been looking for a pet for some time, but they've had no luck until they meet you, will you be a good fit for their lives?

Word Count: 594

Warnings: 18+ due to themes, MDNI, heavy pet play, human pets, abuse, violence, hurt/comfort

Authors Note: My poor little baby has been traumatized

The day had arrived for your first vet check-up since being adopted by Wanda and Natasha. They had made the appointment with the best vet in town, determined to ensure you were healthy and well-cared for. The trip to the vet's office was filled with soothing words and gentle pets, but despite their efforts, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in your stomach.

As you entered the clinic, the sterile smell and unfamiliar sounds heightened your anxiety. Wanda held your leash, offering reassuring words, while Natasha stood close by, her presence a steadying force. You tried to focus on their voices, but the environment brought back memories of harsh treatment and fear.

Once in the examination room, the vet, a kind-looking woman named Dr. Parker, greeted you warmly. "Hello there, Bumble. Let's see how you're doing today."

The examination started smoothly enough. Wanda kept a hand on your back, her touch grounding you. But as Dr. Parker began to examine your teeth, the flashbacks hit hard. The cold touch of instruments, the unfamiliar hands, it all became too much. Panic surged through you, and without thinking, you snapped, your teeth catching Wanda's hand.

Wanda winced but didn't pull away immediately. Natasha quickly stepped in, her voice firm yet calm. "Bumble, it's okay. We're here. You're safe."

Dr. Parker stepped back, concern evident on her face. "I'm sorry, but this level of aggression is concerning. Is this a common behavior for her?"

Natasha straightened, her protective instincts flaring. "No, it's not. She's had a rough past. Bad owners who didn't treat her well. She isn't a bad pet. She's had a bad life until us."

Wanda, cradling her hand, nodded in agreement. "She's still learning to trust, to feel safe. Please understand, she's not aggressive by nature."

Dr. Parker's expression softened as she listened. "I understand. Trauma can have lasting effects. We'll take things slow and try to make this as comfortable as possible for her."

Wanda gently stroked your back, her touch soothing your frayed nerves. "Bumble, it's okay. We're right here with you."

With a more cautious approach, Dr. Parker resumed the exam, keeping her movements slow and deliberate. Natasha stayed close, her calm presence a constant reassurance. Wanda continued to speak softly to you, her voice a comforting melody.

As the exam progressed, you began to relax slightly. The familiar touches and voices of your owners helped ground you, and you focused on their presence rather than the fear that had gripped you.

Once the exam was finally over, Dr. Peterson spoke gently. "Bumble is in good health, all things considered. With time and patience, I believe she'll continue to improve. Just keep providing her with the love and stability she needs."

Wanda and Natasha thanked the vet, their gratitude evident. As you left the clinic, they both showered you with praise and affection, reassuring you that you had done well despite the scare.

In the car ride home, you nestled close to Wanda, feeling the warmth of her body and the safety of her presence. Natasha reached back to stroke your head, her touch a reminder that you were loved and protected.

"You did great, Bumble," Wanda whispered, her voice filled with love. "We're so proud of you."

And in that moment, despite the lingering fear and the memories of the past, you felt a glimmer of hope. You were with people who understood and cared for you, who were willing to fight for you.

[doudouneverte]

Flustered swedish

a/n: just a little Idea on my mind...

Pairing: Stina Blackstenius x FRAWNT!reader; Arsenal WFC x reader.

Summary: Arsenal signed a new and mysterious player but it's seem that some of them already know her

Type: Fluffy as f-

Warning: me who give you a surprise fic but don't finish an other 😭

word count: 1746

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Everybody knew Stina was a rather private person, and everybody was okay with this. Things didn't change even when she was transferred to Arsenal.

After the World Cup, she was rather surprised to be welcomed with the news of a new transfer. With Amanda, who signed for the gunners just before the tournament, they were trying to guess which sort of player could be their new teammate.

While the girls were getting ready, they heard someone knock on the door, and all the girls looked at them. You were there with Jonas, waiting for him to introduce you to your new team.

"Girl, this is Y/n, our new recruit. I'll let her introduce herself and get ready for training." He announced to them. "And don't worry, they kind of looked scary, but they don't bite. Well, maybe Katie can." He said to you just too loud to be heard by the Irish girl who protested before he left the room.

When the door got closed, you had all eyes on you, and you guessed it was your time to start to speak.

"Hi, I'm Y/n Y/l/n; I'm a full back. I played for the PSG, and I play for the France national team." You said trying to not stutter and give a bad first impression. The girls didn't have time to say anything before Amanda came to hug you.

"I knew you would follow me. You can't get rid of me." She joked, making you chuckle lightly. After that, the rest of the room came to welcome you. Stina being the last one, everybody noticed your change when you shook the striker's hand.

"Well, isn't that Mrs. Blackstenius?" You asked loudly and the Swedish player rolled her eyes.

"Happy to see you too, Y/n." She replied sarcastically, which made Lina and Amanda laugh quietly.

"Do we have to worry that they will rip each other's heads apart?" Lia asked Lina.

"No, don't worry, they played together back in Montpelier." The second Swedish informed them.

During the training, everyone saw something; you were close to the Swedish players, but even more so with Stina. Sometimes girls could hear you make jokes, to which the striker would just roll her eyes before a smirk appeared on her face.

After training, it was time to go back home. "So can you tell us how you ended up here without us knowing anything?" Amanda asked when the only ones in the changing room were the three Swedish players and you.

"I asked Johanna to pick me up at the airport, and she also drove me here. Which means—" You looked at Stina and said, "We'll have to go to her home before we go to ours." 

The striker didn't complain and just grabbed her bag and your hand before leading you out of the room. You stayed there until you reached her car, and she had to let you sit on the passenger side.

"I hope you like your–" You didn't finish your sentence before her lips were glued against yours. She only broke it when oxygen became a necessity.

"I missed you. You don't know how much I'm happy that you finally joined me." She confessed.

"I'm sure you'll have all the time to show me this after we get my things from Jo." You said with a mischievous smile.

The next few days were strange for the Arsenal girls. It was not difficult to talk to you; you were rather open about everything. That helped them learn more about you and how you were so friendly with the Swedish players. But something was still on almost everyone's minds: you said that you had a wife, but some of them heard you shamelessly flirt with Stina.

"I don't think it's a good idea to let Y/n flirt like that with Stina." Steph proposed to some teammates while they saw you telling what seemed like a good joke, judging by your proud face and the laughing face of the Swedish woman.

"Maybe they're just good friends," Caitlin said.

"Friends don't look at each other like they did." Lia said, pointing out how much they saw you do the heart eyes to the blonde.

"You should see how Stina looked at her when we were training today." Viv said as she joined the group.

"See? Even Viv noticed it." Steph said to her national teammate, obviously not replying when the Dutch asked her what she meant.

The girls were about to say something when they saw you walking near them to join Kyra and Vicky, who called you for something.

"It's time." Steph said, and the group quickly stood up to have a little talk with their teammate.

Stina was doing some exercise and entertaining a little chat with her Swedish teammates, and Frida, who joined them just after you left, when she saw the girls stopping in front of her.

"Is everything okay?" She asked when she noticed the expressions of her teammates.

The girls exchanged glances to see who would talk first. When she felt that nobody would, Leah took things into her hands. "Stina, I—no, we think you need to stop what you and Y/n are doing." The captain said, earning a strange look from all the Scandi girls.

"What do you mea–" Amanda started, but she was cut when you came back from your little chat with the youngies.

"Hey Blackstenius, isn't it funny that I'm the French one but Eiffel for you?" You said with a comical wink, which made Lina and Amanda burst into laughter while the striker just blushed very hard. "Okay, now I have to go." You said this before leaving, leaving the girls completely speechless.

"What just happened?" Caitlin asked.

"I think we will need to have a talk with her too. She can't just do that." Steph said.

~~~

This evening, you were cooking when Stina suddenly came to you with an amusing look. You looked at her with a confused expression while she just laughed at something on her phone.

"Hey, what is it?" You asked a little jealous to not be in the confidence.

"The girls came to me today. They told me that you need to stop flirting with me like that. They find it very inappropriate because you have a wife, and it's very irrespective to her." 

"Well, too bad. I love to flirt with her in front of everyone, even if they don't know who she is." You replied. The blonde took your hands, wrapped them around her waist, and placed hers around your neck.

"I know you want to tell them, but you can't deny that it's funny to see them freak out." She pointed, making you chuckle.

"Okay, but we will have to tell them soon because I started to feel a little impressed with their bad looks." You said this before pressing a light kiss on her lips.

"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, we will–" She was cut off by the doorbell, making her look at you a little confused. "You waited for someone?"

"I invited Jo, but she shouldn't have been here for at least thirty minutes, I think." You replied while you made your way to the front door.

"Maybe it's your wife." Stina joked.

"Oh, welcome, my lov–oh." In front of you were Steph, Caitlin, Lia, and Leah. "Well, good evening, I think." You said and let them enter, a little unsure of what was happening.

"Älskling (Darling), who is this?" Stina said coming out of the kitchen. "Oh. Well, good evening... I think." She said to the girls.

The girls looked at you, then at her, more confused than before.

"What's happening here? And what are you doing here?" Leah asked you.

"Well, I can ask you the same thing. We were expecting Jo and Zećira, but I think you're welcome too." You replied.

"Wait. Can we please restart it slowly? First, what is Y/n doing here, and second "Jo and Zećira"? Like Kaneryd and Mušović from Chelsea?" Caitlin asked.

"First, we live together; second, yeah; and to finish, what are you doing here?" Your wife was more confused than angry.

"Well, we want to see you, and—wait! Did you say that you live together?" Lia asked.

"Yeah, I mean, it's okay to live with my wife, until there is a law that I don't know yet that says the opposite." You replied with a little bit of sarcasm in your tone.

"Your wife?" They all asked at the same time.

"Surprise," Stina said, showing them her ring.

"Why is it the first time we see this?" Steph asked this time.

"She usually leaves it home when she has to train because she loses things easily." You replied, making your wife throw a pillow at you.

"Since when?" The Swiss woman asked visibly more calm than the others.

"Three years now, but I already told you that last week." You said.

"No, until a few seconds ago, we thought that you were married to some random woman, not one of our teammates." Leah said.

"Okay, it's not that I don't want to talk, but I need to finish cooking, so I let you with her." You said heading directly to your previous location.

From the kitchen, you could hear how the girls didn't stop asking all sorts of questions to the striker, and you were mentally laughing just by imagining the face she should make at this moment. Yes, you didn't really yell everywhere that you were engaged to the Swedish player, but it was never really taboo every time someone asked you what your relationship was with her.

The meal was just ready when you heard the front open and close a few seconds later and heard your wife's footsteps coming to where you were. Being taller than you, she wrapped her arms around your torso and rested her head on top of yours before taking a deep breath.

"Please don't let me reply to those questions alone next time, please." She said dramatically, making you laugh.

"I'm sorry, mon amour (my love), but you nailed it, like always." You replied and turned around to face her. She was about to kiss you, but you gently put your finger on top of her lips. "I think I heard someone ring outside." You said.

"What do you–" she couldn't say something before both heard the ring bell a second time. The blonde rolled her eyes but finally let your body.

[lowkeyrobin]

hi could you please write smth about accidentally revealing your relationship with quackity? preferably with cc!reader <3

of course!! thanks for the request 🫶 ; ik I did a preference about accidentally revealing relationships but doing a little different thing and going in depth w it was fun!

QUACKITY ; softlaunch ❌ hardlaunch ✅

summary ; you and Alex accidentally reveal your relationship

warnings ; language, little bit of buzzed ranting, use of pet names (babe)

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1k

masterlist

You and Alex have been together for about ten-ish months, keeping it on the low since you'd been traveling around for QSMP meetups, events, and the Streamer Awards for a little bit.

You'd finally gotten home, your shared apartment with Alex, with Cellbit and Roeir tagging along. The three were planning to make a 'trying mexican candies' video in the morning while you were planning to edit and maybe stream til you felt tired enough to quit and sleep. The three guys sit out in the living room, watching some TV show as they sprawl out on the couch, buzzed from the aftermath of award winning.

You were more than proud for your boyfriend, but it being so late now, and your need for comfort after being overstimulated for hours on end, called for a little alone time. You sit in your office, the clock reading 1:30am as you hit the Go Live button on your stream.

You decided to chill out behind the closed door, just chatting with whatever viewers were still awake at this hour, or were just beginning their day, depending on timezones. After five minutes, you greet your chat, snacking on some cookies you'd picked up from the store before returning home earlier, a glass of milk sitting on your desk next to the plastic box.

You sit in your very comfortable chair with a QuackityHQ hoodie, with the signature duck in the corner and design on the back, and some long, patterned pj pants, colored dark blue and black with a floral design. They were thin enough to wear in the warm heat, which was perfect for you. You looked tired but didn't really feel that way, like your eyes were sewn open from adrenaline and happiness.

"Good morning, everyone" You chuckle, "Alex just won an award, feeling good! He, Cellbit and Roier got some drinks and have been watching TV on the couch, so sorry if you can hear them. I closed the door just in case but don't mind any shouting or music"

Your chat explodes with messages, congratulating you, even though you lost in your category, and spamming hearts and heart hands emojis. Someone sends in a small donation, asking for clarification why they were at your house.

"Oh, Alex didn't wanna drive all the way back to his place and he had his car parked here from earlier. He drove the other two and we all left together. They're staying the night" You nod, clarifying with a little bit of lying, not wanting to slip up.

You'd known for a while that Alex was just a secretive person over the smallest things, and he didn't know why. You were totally fine being open about your relationship with friends, but made sure to respect boundaries for him. He reassured you in his own panic that he wasn't embarrassed to be with you and didn't want to hide his love for you often.

He explained it in simplest terms as he was weirdly secretive and he didn't want his weirdo stans attacking you or only watching you for him, he didn't want to ruin your fanbase that you built from the ground up. You'd been friends since forever, a good percentage (if not all, then most) of your fans also watched Quackity's content, which kind of made sense to you, but you didn't question it.

"But yeah, it was fun, just like... there were so many people, and so much was happening all at once and shit. I'm just trying to calm down and get tired." You lightly smile, taking a bite of one of your cookies. "I'm so proud of everyone who won and everyone who was nominated, good night for everyone"

You sit and talk to your chat for a while, occasionally listening to the trio's laughter outside your office. Before you can even snap your head around to inform whoever entered that you were live, they were already speaking, slightly laughing, and stumbling.

"Babe, oh my God, I'm so sorry! I accidentally dropped one of your plates in the kitchen and it fucking shattered everywhere, I'm so sorry. I cleaned it up, I just wanted to tell you than wait for you to notice and make you mad, I'm sorry, Y/n/n"

Your jaw hangs slightly agape, and you stare with a silent expression. You slowly turn back to your stream, the chat absolutely exploding with messages. You saw probably a hundred first time chatters even making an expression about it.

"Lex, I'm live" You speak between your teeth, muting your mic. "Ah- uh, it's, it's fine"

He quickly regains his composure, staring over at you, then looking over to your PC, showing that you were a thousand percent live and five thousand people heard him say that. By the morning, it'd be all over Twitter and YouTube Shorts and TikTok, people were already clipping it.

"Shit"

"Alex, holy shit"

The two of you sit in silence for a minute, trying to rationalize what to do. Cell and Roier bust into the office as well, seeing both of you silent before asking, where you both talk over each other very loudly to try and explain.

They both look over to your monitors, confirming you were live. They both laugh in a light hearted way, looking to Quackity.

"You're cooked, dude"

"Rest in peace"

"You say that like I'm embarrassed to be with them, I mean, it's not like that... I think. Y/n, are you embarrassed to be with me? I'm not embarrassed to be with you, I wanna post pictures of us on adventures and experiencing shit so people can see us for us and what we are-"

"My brother in Christ" You sigh with a chuckle, rubbing your temples. "It's said and done, it's fine. And no, I'm not embarrassed to be with you" You turn back to your stream, unmuting yourself under the red LED lights and lamp on your desk.

You sigh and shrug before speaking, throwing your hands up halfway in defense.

"Y/s/n real"

[jaelvr]

You were beautiful

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Requested : no

Prompts ; 51. “Please, just stay a little longer.”  + 54. “Please don’t cry.”  + 50.  “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” 

Pairing : ex! doyoung x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : angst, fluff

Word count : 1.2k

Warnings : mutual feelings, exes to lovers, idol! au, slightly ooc

Have a great day !! 

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"The things I'm about to tell you, aren't so you change what's already on your mind."

He looked through his bag, searching for the letter he'd been given earlier in the day. They'd had a fan meet for their newest comeback, something they were used to by now. Getting presents and letters was nothing new, but there was something about this one he couldn't quite put his finger on. It felt familiar - like a home of some kind. The writing seemed familiar to him and the person in front of him, despite not being able to clearly make them out, was someone he'd known - he was sure of it. He pulled the letter out, wasting no time in opening it to read it.

"It's just that I keep thinking about all the melodies you made asleep at night."

He got up carefully, not wanting to disturb you too much. A lovestruck smile on his face as he looked at your figure next to him, taking in your peaceful expression and how the sun lightly shone on your face, making you look like an angel. Doyoung leaned down, placing a gentle kiss upon your forehead, thumb softly caressing your cheek. He got up and stretched, about to head into the bathroom when he heard a tired yawn and eyes peering over at him. "Good luck today. I love you." you murmured, a sleepy smile on your face as you battled sleep to stay awake. "I love you too, sunshine. I'll see you later." he promised, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips and watching you for a few seconds before heading into the bathroom to get ready for practice. He could always get through the day if it meant coming home to you.

"I keep trying to forget but you were beautiful."

He thought back on it, remembering the way the pair of you would look at each other with absolute love. It was clear to anyone who saw you two how deep the connection truly ran. They'd been celebrating one of the comebacks, throwing a party to congratulate them. He'd come over when you were watching Jungwoo and Haechan drunkenly sing along to songs on the karaoke machine, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing fragile kisses to your neck. "Hey Doie." you grinned, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You alright?" he muttered, brushing hair out of your face while his other hand gently ran circles across your hip. You let out a hum of content, nuzzling into his chest. "I'm so proud of you." you whispered, looking up at him with complete admiration and love, his face mirroring the same. "I couldn't have done it without you." he admitted, kissing your forehead. The way you looked at him made him never want to leave, always needing to either be next to you or have you close by. The way you called his name and how addictive he found it. You felt like home.

"I keep thinking about how we used to be. God, I just hate this part."

You'd known something was off the minute he'd walked through the door. He had said nothing, having a shower and getting into his pyjamas before curling up in bed, silent. You'd crawled in beside him, simply holding him and rubbing his back as his tears escaped, your embrace tight and not letting go of him. "You're okay. I've got you, love." you whispered, your head on top of his as you rubbed his back. You didn't force him to talk, simply letting him take his time and if he didn't want to talk about it at all, you never pushed him to. You stayed with him all night, comforting him in the morning as you caressed and planted kisses all over his tear-stained face, not making a deal or pressing on the issue. Just wanting to be there for him to soothe him.

"Think I've cried more than I had imagined."

The scene taunted him constantly whenever he couldn't fall asleep. The look on your face when he'd uttered the cursed six words. Doyoung was almost convinced he'd heard your heart shatter at his words. He wasn't sure what had broken him more between your desperate pleas to not leave or the tears that streamed down your face. “Please don’t cry.” he pleaded, his own tears falling. He wanted to tell you he was joking or he'd changed his mind, but he couldn't. He wanted to stay but knew it wasn't possible.

Not with him being an idol. He couldn't. He laid awake that night, your face and his actions constantly haunting him, knowing the pain he'd caused which he tried to ignore, convincing himself it was for the better. He'd give anything to go back to how you two were before, his heart hurting more as he read over the letter, realising you'd forgiven him despite the damage he'd caused you.

"'Cause the last time that you looked at me, I did all I could, I watched you leave."

He refused. He got up, and quickly headed to the entrance of the dorm, pulling his coat on and tying his shoes on. "Doyoung? Where are you going?" Taeyong questioned, looking at his phone which read eleven o'clock. "The letter." he murmured once his shoes were done, Taeyong looking at him in confusion as he pushed the letter into his best friend's hands. "They were there. They gave it to me today at the fan meet." he hurriedly explained. Taeyong skimmed through, the end of the letter catching his eye. Besides the “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” was a scrawled sunshine. The nickname Doyoung always referred to you as. Taeyong looked back up, a small smile on his face as he knew what he was doing. He nodded, squeezing Doyoung's shoulder before he left, bidding him a gentle 'good luck'.

"All the things you gave to stay with me."

Once he'd gotten there, he anxiously knocked on the door. He prayed you hadn't moved otherwise he'd look like an absolute idiot - not that he wouldn't already. His breath hitched as the door to the familiar apartment opened, words escaping him as he took in your look in front of him. You were in your pyjamas, your hair slightly messy with your natural beauty. "You look beautiful." he got out, hesitantly stepping forward, afraid of your reaction. Relief consumed him as he felt you step forward, resting your head on his chest, soaking his shirt with your tears. He gently caressed the back of your head, the other resting on your back as he gripped you tightly, almost trying to assure himself he wasn't dreaming and he was actually here.

"I'm sorry. It doesn't feel right without you. I miss you. I miss the way you looked at me. I miss the way you called my name. I miss your smiles when we'd disagree, I-" he rambled, eyes widening as he felt you lean up, kissing him quickly yet lovingly. “Please, just stay a little longer.” you whispered a sad smile on your face. He cupped your face, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm not leaving this time."

[nicksbestie]

Hey Pooks, I have another self-indulgent request…

I’m coming up on a year clean of SH, there’s no way I could have gotten this far without my friends. I was curious if you could write a fic about Jake/Johnnie either helping the reader during the healing process or celebrating her accomplishments during recovery.

I’m sure that you have a lot of requests at the moment, but I absolutely adore your work.

-🫠

Recovery - Jake Webber

Summary : Recovery is an incredibly hard process, but your best support system are your friends <3

Pairing : Jake Webber/Reader (platonic)

Warnings : mentions of self harm, read at your own discretion!!!!

Word Count : 829

A/N : this was such a heartwarming request :( i'm so proud of you anon!!! as someone coming up on two years of being sh-free next week, i know firsthand how difficult this can be!! you're doing great, keep going!!! <3 to anyone struggling or needing someone to talk to, my anon box is always open, and so are my dms. you're never alone!!

Addiction is so difficult. It is arguably one of the hardest things that a human can go through. And with that, recovery becomes nearly impossible in a lot of cases. 

You had been struggling with a self harming addiction for a long time, and had finally gotten onto the stable path of recovery. You knew firsthand just how difficult this was, and had fallen into many relapses before you had gotten to the point that you were at right now. If someone had told you a couple of years ago that you would be here, right now, you probably would’ve laughed in their face. 

You knew there was no way that you could’ve gotten to the point that you were at now without your closest friends. They had been your support system through everything, not turning away or ever making you feel bad about it when you had been deep in addiction. They had always been caring and loving, making sure that they were there whenever you needed or asked them to be.

You could think of so many times off of the top of your head when they had genuinely be the best people in your life. Your family wasn’t incredibly supportive, blaming you more than anything else, so that had left you with just your friends. Grateful didn’t even come close to covering how you felt for them. 

There had been a time when you had been relapsing, badly, and trying to hide it, feeling that there was the chance of your friends being upset with you, the anxiety and shame of what you’d done completely clouding your judgment. In your panic, you’d forgotten that Jake was due to be coming over that afternoon, and when he let himself in, you freaked out.

However, instead of the angry reaction that you had been anxiously expecting, Jake had been gentle, kind, and overall more than you had ever hoped for. You’d never had someone sit down with you, letting you cry your feelings out, and help you clean up. He sat in the bathroom with you, keeping gentle pressure on your wounds, halfway hugging you in between adjusting his hold, and making sure that you were sitting steady. He’d gently helped you bandage up the cuts, making sure that all of them were clean.

His hands, despite being large, were incredibly accurate and soft. You didn’t feel any excessive pain, but that may have been due to how out of it you were. You’d stopped crying by this point, but you were now exhausted, and didn’t feel good. Jake cleaned up the blood with no complaints, waving you off when you tried to help him. After that, he had pulled you into another hug, before gently settling you on the couch, cuddling with you for a while and making sure you ate something.

He refused to leave your side for many days after that. He stayed next to you, making sure that you were aways comfortable, had something to eat and drink, and took your meds, because he could tell that you hadn’t been taking them. He ordered food whenever you needed some, and never made you do more than lifting a finger to do anything. He had been your biggest supporter for years, but this week really brought the two of you even closer than you had ever thought you would be.

There had been another time where you had called him over, desperate for someone to distract you, and you swear he had never driven his car faster. He had stayed on the phone with you the entire time, getting there as quickly as possible, and had wrapped his arms around you, sitting with you to make sure you couldn’t do anything drastic. There were a ton of days that you would swear he saved your life, and both of those incidents fell under those days.

So that lead you to now, tears on your waterline, threatening to fall as you stood inside your front door, seeing a large balloon blown up in the shape of a “1” in your kitchen, Jake standing there with a huge smile on his face and a cake. He had promised you months ago that he was going to celebrate your year anniversary of being clean when you got there, but you hadn’t thought you would ever get there. You hadn’t thought that he would remember either, so you were shocked when you walked in to this. 

He immediately hugged you, making sure you didn’t cry, and began to cut the cake. It had “One Year!” written on it in curly red icing, and he passed it to you with a small card. It had his scrawly handwriting on the inside of it.

“I’m so proud of you!! One year down, many to go. You’re incredible.”

You had a huge smile on your face by this point, incredibly proud of yourself as well. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

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[choism]

Lost Puppy | j.s

Bulgae Hybrid!Jake x gn!Reader

Genre: Fantasy AU, smut, angst, hurt comfort

Word Count: 4.8k

Synopsis: While waiting out a storm, you find a battered spirit hybrid in need of help

General Warnings: heavy angst, mentions of physical and emotional abuse, mentions of forced sexual suppression

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, impreg (kinda?), hybrid rut, face sitting, blowjob, bottom!jake, sub!jake, mommy kink, top!reader, pet name baby

A/N: Hello everynyan! This is my first ever jake fic finally and I'm proud to say that it's part of a collab hosted by @svngcore! I'm so glad I was apart of this collab and even though it's very late I hope you enjoy <33333

Bulgae are strong and fierce dogs or hairy dogs which are likely to be the indigenous Korean dog breed sasari, which means "ghost chasing dog".

It was a really stormy day in the city. You were on your way home from work once the storm hit, so now not only was it dark, the lights on the sidewalk flickering and only dimly lighting your path, but it was pouring rain. Luckily you always keep your travel umbrella with you, but it can only shield you so much from the fat droplets of water pounding the thin material. 

You decide it's not worth the 4 block walk to your apartment after you make it about halfway there and everything you own is soaked, so you duck into a covered alleyway, expecting to only be there for a maximum of 15 minutes. Was it dangerous to be in an alleyway at night on a rainy day? Yeah probably, but you're a risk taker. You close your umbrella and shake it off a bit, and attempt to dry yourself off as much as you can.

You spot a wooden box and figure you can sit while you wait out the rain, and plop yourself on the surprisingly sturdy wood. You take off your jacket and wring it out, a puddle of rainwater forming beneath it. Slicking back your hair and sighing, you try to take your mind off things by fiddling with your phone but squeal when you realize it was in your back pocket, so now it’s probably soaked. With bated breath you take it out of your pocket and attempt to turn it on, but the screen flickers a few times before displaying ‘WATER HAS ENTERED YOUR DEVICE, PLEASE DRY’ in all caps.

“Well shit,” you mutter under your breath, putting it back into your bag which has dried off a bit and decide to just stare off into the distance at the storm in front of you.

It’s let up a bit but definitely not enough for you to go out just yet. Running your hands through your hair again in frustration, you hear something move behind you. It was a small noise, like paper moving, so you just assume it’s a small rodent and thinking nothing of it, until you hear a louder shuffle.

You don’t dare turn around and decide to stay ignorant, hoping it’s some animal trying to find food and not interested in a human. Then again, it could be a malicious spirit, or worse, a malicious hybrid. No it couldn’t be, There is no way there are just stray spirit hybrids in the city… right? You startle when you hear a small whimper that sounds kind of like… a dog? Oh, that’s right, it could just be a stray dog or cat. Silly you, jumping to conclusions. You hear a small whimper again and you decide to investigate; if it’s an animal maybe you can help. 

You get up from your box and turn around to scan the alleyway. You don’t see anything immediately and just assume it could be hiding, probably to protect itself. 

“Hey… it’s okay I won’t harm you,” you say quietly in an attempt to soothe the potentially hurt animal, but you get no response except a whimper. The animal doesn’t make itself physically known, so you inch yourself further into the alley. It whimpers once more and your eyes track where the sound is coming from. There is a large green dumpster on the left wall of the alley so you approach slowly, thinking it is probably either inside or behind it. “It’s alright sweetie, I promise I just wanna help,” you say again as you reach the front of the dumpster. You peek inside but see nothing. As you are looking around, you see the tips of what look like light brown furry ears, a small cut on the left one, and a fluffy light brown and white tail peeking behind.

You walk to the side of the smelly dumpster, fully expecting to see a dogs body attached to the adorable appendages, but what you find honestly makes you jump. A dog hybrid, it looks like, probably a Bulgae spirit, one of the many friendly spirit hybrids people own as pets, friends, and in some cases, lovers. You have met a few, most of them owned by your friends such as a Gumiho or a Haetae, but you have never seen one be a stray. It’s rare they don’t have owners or don’t live out in their packs on conserved land. The hybrid winces away from you, clearly scared. Upon closer inspection, the hybrid is near soaked in rain, and cuts litter his body, the only thing shielding him from the harsh weather being a thin t shirt, tattered and dirty jeans as well as worn out vans. 

“Hey, it’s okay, I won’t hurt you. I’m just a bit startled to find a hybrid here,” you say honestly, not wanting to scare him further. The Bulgae looks at you and you nearly melt. He is beautiful and his doe eyes are captivating. Who would hurt this poor baby? “Can you speak? What’s your name?” you ask sheepishly. 

If he is a Bulgae, then you are still a bit frightened. Spirit hybrids are friendly for the most part, but Bulgae in particular are known for being prideful and a bit rough. Back in the day, Bulgae were kept to ward off evil spirits and malicious spirits, as they are known for their ferocity and loyalty to their owners. Nowadays, they are friendly, a bit more domesticated if you will, but they have been known to be fierce towards strangers and other hybrids.

“J- Jake…” he says shyly, his puppy dog eyes immediately making you forget how dangerous he could potentially be.

“Are you hurt, Jake? Do you need help? You look like you’ve been beat up.” His eyes light up and he nods quickly, inching a bit closer to you now, indicating you have earned a point of his trust. “Okay, let’s just…” You look back at the side of the alleyway you came in, the rain has finally stopped. “My apartment is only two blocks down. Do you want to come with me just for a bit to dry yourself off and maybe get you something to eat?” You reach out your hand as a friendly gesture, and to see if he accepts your offer. Wait. Why the hell did you just offer him your apartment? You don’t even know this guy and you're just helping him? Have you gone insane? Nevermind that, you’re in too deep now.

He takes your hand in acceptance and you lift him up onto his feet. He isn’t very tall, you notice, and it makes him appear cuter. Cute? Wow you really need to set your mind straight. He brushes himself off a bit, “Thank you, for helping me,” he says a bit awkwardly with a small smile. He even has a cute smile. You shake that thought off quickly.

“It’s not far, just follow me,” you say and turn away from him, trying to turn away the strange thoughts in your head. He trails after you as you walk out of the alley and in the direction of your apartment. “So, uh, if you don’t mind me asking, what happened? Why were you in an alleyway all beat up?” You are a bit hesitant to ask but your curiosity gets the best of you. Also, walking in silence for two whole blocks would probably kill you.

“Ah, my old owner kicked me out, he didn’t like me much.” He chuckles a bit but that doesn’t dull the new ache in your heart. What kind of person just throws out their hybrid?

“What? Why? You’re so cu- I mean, you don’t seem like a bad Bulgae?” You cough to cover up your slip up. Embarrassing.

“He didn’t say, but he had multiple hybrids and would frequent the protective service office often because he was...I don’t know how to put it lightly, but he abused us a lot. Both physically and emotionally. It’s why I have all of these cuts.” Jake whines a bit at that last part as his smile fades and his shoulders slouch.

You can feel the rage build in you. What kind of sick person has multiple hybrids and abuses them to the point he kicks them out? You hope he gets caught one day. Hell, maybe when you get the chance, you’ll do something about it yourself. “Well, I’ll take better care of you. I mean, until you find a new home that is.” You quickly correct yourself but you realize you implied you are gonna let him stay longer than a day. Fuck.

Jake’s eyes light up and his smile comes back. “Really? You’ll let me stay until then?” His tail wags behind him furiously. 

“Yeah, of course!” You smile back and continue walking.

After a while of chatting, you walk past a convenience store and stop dead in your tracks, causing Jake to bump into you suddenly.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stop suddenly. It’s just that I saw the convenience store and realized I don’t have much food at home right now. Do you wanna go in and grab some things?” His tail wags once again in interest and he nods his head, so the two of you enter the store. It’s pretty empty, probably because of how late it is. “Go pick out whatever you want, I’m gonna go grab some essentials.” You figured letting him choose his own snacks and food won’t harm your wallet too much.

“Okay! I’ll meet you at the counter when I’m done.” He smiles a full smile this time, and you feel a blush creep onto your cheeks, the heat bearing feelings you don’t need to be feeling.

“Alright I’ll just, erm, be over here.” You try to act cool but it doesn’t work very well. Ever the oblivious he struts over to the sweets section. You are about to head over to the instant food when you spot a rack with various mens clothing. Clothing? In a convenience store? How convenient.

You grab a couple of cheap shirts and shorts, eyeballing the sizes and hoping they fit the hybrid. You also grab some instant noodles and various other groceries and saunter up to the counter. What you don’t expect, however, is the Bulgae to have arms filled with snacks and sweets. 

“Oh wow that’s… a lot,” you say with a giggle. He probably doesn’t have a good concept of money considering how his owner was and after probably have been given nothing a majority of his life, he got excited seeing so much. It’s endearing, so you decide to overlook the price.

“Is it too much? I can put some back!” he says and is about to head back to the aisles when you stop him.

“No it’s fine, I did say get whatever you want after all.” 

The cashier rings up your unusual amount of items for the time of night and the both of you head back on your way to your apartment. 

About 10 minutes later you finally arrive and enter your humble space, groceries in tow. “You don’t have to unload anything, I’ll do it, but here.” You hand him the bag of the clothes you bought. “It’s not much, but I don’t think I have any clothes that will fit you, so I hope these fit.”

His eyes sparkle with appreciation. “Thank you so much for this, and for letting me stay here for a bit, you’re really too kind.” He smiles brighter than ever and without thinking, he bumps his head onto your shoulder with affection. You find it cute and you instinctively pat his head.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you like that I just… did it,” you say.

He quickly says, “No it’s fine I shouldn’t have nudged you in the first place.”

After an awkward pause you guide him to the bathroom.

“Here, you can take a shower, and if you are able to, you can dress your wounds. There is a first aid kit in the cabinet, I don’t want them to leave scars. Also sorry I don’t have any hybrid shampoo, I’ll pick some up tomorrow.” He thanks you briefly again before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door.

You head back into the kitchen and put away your groceries and make a small dinner for the both of you. You cook more than two people would need but if he doesn’t eat it all it can become leftovers. After plating some food and setting it on the coffee table in front of the TV, you hear him exit the bathroom. “Hey Jake I made fo- OH MY GOD.” 

You cover your eyes quickly because when you turn around to face him he is completely naked. No towel. Nothing.

“Why are you naked?! Oh my god, please cover yourself up!” 

Visibly confused, Jake walks a single step closer and tilts his head but you put your hand out. “What? I’m not dirty or wet any more,” he whimpers, He starts to think maybe the reason you’re shunning him is because he still smells bad, or because of all the covered wounds on his body. “Do I still smell? I used your shampoo. I should smell like you.” He, very comedically, sniffs himself and perks his ears up.

“No no that’s not- In a normal household you’re supposed to wear clothes unless- un- just put on some clothes please.” You plead and he retreats back into the bathroom with his new clothes in hand, doing as you say, albeit confused. He comes back out of the bathroom a moment later, this time fully dressed. 

“I’m sorry about earlier, my owner only made us wear clothes when we went out so I thought that’s what was normal.” He pouts sadly and your head wonders out loud.

“He didn’t… do anything inappropriate to you in that state?” you ask with a worried tone. God, you hate this owner guy.

“No! Nothing like that! He never went that far, he just thought that animals are naked, so we have to be naked too, but I guess he realized that people would question him, so we wore clothes only when outside, or when services showed up.” You couldn’t help but take his hand into yours.

“I won’t let anybody treat you like that anymore, okay? You’re safe here.” You smile. You can tell he has the urge to give physical affection, which you assume is alright. “You don’t have to be serious around me, I don’t mind affection.” Almost instantly he rubs his head and ears against your shoulder again, and wags his tail excitedly. 

“Thank you, again.” He says and licks an innocent stripe onto your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You decide not to say anything.

“It’s okay. Um, anyway, this couch is a pullout so this is where you will sleep but we can eat and watch a movie first to settle in a bit.” You pet his head affectionately. You take his silence as a yes and you settle onto the couch with him as you pull up a movie and he starts to eat his plate of food.

“This is delicious!” he mumbles, his mouth full of food. You giggle at how adorable he is and press play for some random movie you chose. Jake eats his food fairly quick and settles onto your lap, his tail brushing your leg. You try to pay no mind to the new warm body on your lap, but it’s kind of hard. You’ve been alone in your apartment for so long it’s weird to suddenly have an affectionate hybrid occupy your space, but it’s a nice kind of weird.

Jake falls asleep in your lap and after an emotionally draining day, you too find yourself dozing off when you start to hear him… moan? What kind of sound is he making? He is twitching a bit in his sleep and you can’t really tell what he is doing. He moans, this time a bit louder and it shocks you still. Is he… humping your leg? His hips start to twitch almost incessantly and you feel your face get very very hot. Oh my god, you have a hybrid, in your lap, having a wet dream.

What are you supposed to do in this situation? Wake him up? You don’t want to embarrass the poor guy. While contemplating what to do he stirs awake and lifts his head. There is a small pool of drool on your thigh where he was resting his head and all of a sudden, he shoots up.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He starts rambling and panicking and you're about to tell him it’s okay when he runs off the couch and into the bathroom. You follow after him and you hear small sobs from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Jake? It’s okay, you’re okay, it happens!” It in fact, does not happen. But he is a Bulgae and all hybrids have sexual instincts they can’t help, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

“I’m so sorry I-” He chokes through a sob, “It won’t happen again, I won’t do it again, never again, I’m sorry.” He sounds so panicked it sends a rush of guilt and worry through you. How much did that owner fuck him up?

“Jake, it’s okay. It’s normal, I promise. Are you okay? Can I come in?” After a few seconds of silence you hear the lock on the door click, and you slowly enter the bathroom to see Jake on the floor in tears. “Hey shhh it’s okay, you’re okay.” You are about to touch him when he backs away.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… your scent is so strong here and my rut wasn’t supposed to happen for a while. Usually I suppress it because it’s a bad thing but-” 

You shop him. “Bad thing? Sexual instincts are not a bad thing, Jake. Did your owner tell you that too?” He nods his head and wipes the snot and tears from his face. “You’re okay, what you're going through is normal, okay?” 

“H-hurts…” he says quietly and you see his hips buck a bit onto the floor. You didn’t notice earlier, trying to focus on his face but you look down and you see his problem, very prominent in his shorts. “I can’t- it hurts,” he says again.

You’re now visibly flustered. How do you help a hybrid in this situation? “What, uh, what can I do?” You ask, feeling like you know the answer but too afraid to say it. You want to help him but you just met him, and don’t want to take advantage of him in any way.

He thrusts his hips onto the ground, chasing the friction. “Please help…me.” He says shyly, his face flushed red and his ears furrowed back in frustration.

“Jake, I don’t know… Are you sure?” You chew on your lip nervously, if he really wants to, you are more than willing to help. You can already feel your arousal building and dampening your underwear. “If you really want me to help you I will baby.” You don’t know where the pet name comes from but he doesn’t seem to mind, the blush on his cheeks deepening to a shade of red. You didn’t even think his face could get any redder.

Morally, you should say no. You should stop where you are but you have honestly felt a deep attraction to him since meeting. You want to help Jake, take care of him, and if that means getting fucked by him literally the first day of meeting then so be it. You grab his hand and lead him to stand up, you see his very visible hard on, straining against his pants, aching to be freed.

“Thank you.” He says a bit sheepishly, obviously he didn’t think this would happen either but he is grateful for you helping him out. You have provided a home, albeit a temporary one, and now you are taking care of his rut. This is the most attention he has ever gotten in his life. He wants to tell you that it’s okay, you aren’t taking advantage of him, that he feels something a bit deeper developing in his heart for your kindness, but his brain is too closed with lust and the need to fill you with his pups.

You gently guide Jake into your bedroom, leading him to the bed and sitting him down. “Okay so… how do you want this?” Jake very cutely tilts his head to the side and perks up his ears in confusion like a real dog and you feel your heart explode with cute aggression. All of a sudden you want to throw him around like a ragdoll, but in a hot, sexual way, not in a ‘I want to hurt you’ way. Jake almost as quickly realizes what you mean and regains his composure,

“I like uh, if you don’t mind, I’d like to be on the receiving end…” He trails off, his face and tone clearly showing his embarassment. With the way heat rushes straight to your core, you don’t mind this idea one bit. You want to take care of him, but you don’t want the awkward tension to last any longer so you decide to take charge.

“You want me to make you feel better? Does puppy want to be taken care of?” You very slowly sink to your knees in between his own, placing your hands gently a top his thighs and rubbing soothing circles, letting him know it’s okay, that this is okay. His eyes darken as he tilts his chin down to look at you. Jake can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, straining against the harsh material and aching to be touched.

You lean your head against his knee, just inches away from where he wants you most. It’s not to tease him but to calm his nerves a bit and yet he can feel his cock jump at the closeness. “Want you… mommy…” He says it under his breath, barely even a whisper and yet it sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. You have to be dripping by now. “Please mommy, want your mouth on my cock, wanna fill your mouth.” The Bulgae juts his hips a bit, beckoning for your face to come closer, or anything to come closer to where he needs you the most.

You lift one of your hands from his thigh and brush over his sensitive bulge, stroking it softly. You inch a little bit closer, your breath now fanning over his sweatpants and now you see it. He isn’t wearing underwear. You didn’t even realize you had none to give him, but it’s visible he isn’t wearing any at all due to the small stain of precum adorning the spot where his head is. You brush your thumb over the spot and Jake shudders in pleasure. You mouth over the area, suckling lightly over his clothed shaft. “S- stop teasing. Need you please.” The urgency and voice crack causes you to moan and Jake involuntarily bucks his hips against your mouth.

You pull away and wrap your fingertips around his waistband, gently tugging the material down his hips. Jake lifts his pelvis to accommodate you and finally his cock springs free. You honestly gasp. He isn’t very big, but he more than makes up for it in girth. You take his heavy length into your hand and he gasps, his angry red tip leaking precum and doubling as a nice lube. You waste no time, not wanting to prolong his pain any longer so you lick from the bottom of his shaft up to his head, taking it into your mouth. Jake sighs, relieved that the pain from his rut is going away and now turning into pure bliss, your hot tongue gliding through his slit and lapping up his precum nicely.

Taking him in deeper, you start to hollow out your cheeks to enhance his pleasure, bobbing up and down slowly and carefully maneuvering your tongue along his veins. Jake slowly starts bucking his hips into your mouth and a hand reaches to grip your hair. It’s not a harsh tug but it’s enough to send you reeling with arousal. You can tell he is close, his cock is throbbing and his balls are swollen with cum, but he pulls you off of him.

“Wait, can I cum inside of you? Wanna breed Mommy.” Jake pouts and you groan aloud.

“Fuck yes, please fuck me.” You get up from your knees and rid yourself of your clothing, while Jake takes off his top. “How do you want to fuck me, baby?” Sensually you crawl on top of him, his cock is so close to your entrance you can feel its heat near your own. You hadn’t noticed before, probably because you were preoccupied, but Jake was drooling everywhere, his pupils blown out from arousal. His large hands hold either side of your hips to keep you steady atop him.

“Wait, let me prep you. Wanna finger you and taste you first.” You swear this Bulgae will be the death of you.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You expect him to flip you over, but instead he guides your hips forward. He inches you further up his torso until your entrance sits directly above his mouth.

“Sit.” Jake doesn’t command it, but more whines it, like he is begging to eat you out. Instead of responding you decide to slowly lower yourself onto his tongue. You didn’t know until he started to lap at your heat, but it seems like Bulgae have more similar traits to dogs than you initially thought. His mouth is producing an inhuman amount of saliva, as if he is hungry for the taste of you. It’s enough to lube you up easily and it’s lewd the way his mouth sounds, lapping up your juices.

After sufficiently stretching you onto his tongue, he decides it’s time to go further so he brings one of his long digits towards your hole, entering just up to the second knuckle and curling against your pleasure spot. You unexpectedly feel your orgasm approaching and as if sensing it, he adds two more fingers to your now soaked heat. Two more thrusts of his fingers and you’re coming, your orgasm pulsing and probably one of the strongest ones you’ve ever had.

Jake pulls you off his face and flips you onto your back, unexpectedly he kisses you passionately. You are thrown off guard by such an intimate gesture but you say nothing of it, basking in the wet heat of his mouth, and the gentleness of the kiss. He pulls away all too quickly, “Wanna fuck you Mommy, please wanna breed you.” You can feel his throbbing length against the inside of your thigh, not close enough for your liking.

“Fuck me Jake, wanna feel you fill me up.”

Slowly he enters you, stretching you further than his fingers ever could. He groans into your neck before finally bottoming out, a whimper leaving his lips. “Feels so good, I could cum right now.” You don’t have time to respond before he pulls out and slams his hips into you. You don’t get to register anything that’s happened before he starts fucking into your hole relentlessly, the tip of his cock hitting your pleasure spot over and over, sending waves of warm, comforting pleasure throughout your body. You can feel every single thrust of his cock from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. It’s like he was made to fuck you.

“Not gonna last, nng!” His thrusts get sloppy as his pleasure heightens, now a whimpering, whiny mess on top of you. Jake lifts one of your legs over his shoulder to go even deeper, if that were even possible. “Wan’ fill you with my pups, Mommy please.” He is barely garbling out real words, all of them slurring together in a lust drunk haze.

Already you feel your second orgasm approaching, this time white hot from the overstimulation and how perfect his thick cock feels inside of you. “Come inside baby, fill me up, go ahead.”

As if he were waiting for your permission, you feel his balls empty into you, endless ropes of hot cum filling you up to the brim and spilling out onto the sheets below. He finishes with loud moans and words you can’t make out and soon you finish, clenching around him and coming with a cry. You look up and he has tears in his eyes. “Feel better baby?” You ask gently as he collapses next to you, clearly exhausted. He grabs your waist and pulls you against him, taking in your scent.

“Yes, I couldn’t say it earlier, but thanks for taking care of me. I know we just met but it means so much to me.” Jake places a gentle kiss against your temple and you feel your heart shatter. 

How are you ever gonna get rid of this puppy?

[bookshelf-dust]

love and mandrakes

sirius black x gn!reader

word count: 5,220

warnings: swearing, fluff, i think that's literally it, but let me know if it's not

a/n: hi! so this is new!!! a new character!! sirius black is the loml, and i've been working on this for what feels like forever. i'm really proud of it, and i hope that maybe some of you will like it. it's been very fun to explore a new universe and the marauders as a whole. i hope you enjoy this!! love you 3000 <333

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The greenhouse windows are frosty this morning, and you can feel the chill seeping in through the thin glass panes. You fight the urge to lift your finger, using the tip to draw a face in the condensation gathering on the one nearest you. 

You’re stood at the back of the greenhouse, like always. You’ve never liked to be very close to Professor Sprout–certainly not because of any disdain towards the woman–but for the fear that she’d have something negative to say about your work. This is despite the fact that she’s been nothing but kind to you regarding every plant that’s ever been in your care.

Really it’s just that you’d beat yourself up if you killed a plant that makes you so determined to do well.

You’re twenty minutes early for class today. Early enough that it’s just you and Professor Sprout in the greenhouse. Everyone else likes to stumble in within the five minutes before class begins.

But clearly, that’s not quite the case this morning. The greenhouse doors open, both rather than just one, and Professor Sprout turns to greet whoever it is.

“Good morning, Mr. Black.”

You look up. Sirius Black is never early to class. If anything, he’s usually either not there at all, or the absolute last one to find his way in, perhaps a half hour late, if not more. He sidles up to Remus Lupin, and suddenly they've got a lovely little group project on their hands.

“Remus won’t be in today, Professor.” Sirius gives her a look that you assume is supposed to induce sympathy on her part. “Seems he’s got a cold.”

Pomona has never found it in herself to be frustrated with the boy, unlike the majority of her colleagues. She’s one of the few professors at the school to not harbor particularly malicious feelings towards the boy. He might be a troublemaker, but who isn’t at that age? 

She’s been briefed on what his home life is like, too, and who he has to put up with. And since she was a young girl, Pomona has been determined to give everyone a fair chance.

"Thank you for letting me know," she tells him.

You watch as Professor Sprout heads to a supply closet and begins to pull out heaps of gloves and what look to be earmuffs, messily tossing away the things she doesn’t need. You're lost in observing her, so consequently the voice sounding a few inches from your ear startles you.

"You always in this early?" Sirius has materialized next to you, the beginnings of a smirk playing at the edges of his mouth. 

You glance at his hand where it lingers over the stem of a plant you’re not sure he should dare to touch. He’s got a ring on every finger excepting his thumb.

“Usually,” you say. It occurs to you that these are some of the first words you've ever spoken to the boy, if you don’t count bare minimum exchanges in the odd class. “I like it back here.”

You like it back there because less people can look at you. Because having to sit somewhere else stresses you out, not to mention throws you off. You feel safe in your little corner. 

Sirius withdraws his hand from the questionable plant and raises his head. His eyes bore into yours. They’re the strangest shade of blue. It seems to shift in the light, and sometimes they look almost gray. He grins, and then begins to scan the area around the both of you.

“Suppose it is nice. Maybe I’ll stay back here with you. Wouldn’t want you to be lonely, you know.” 

You snort at that and he quirks a brow at your amusement. Sirius pushes his hair behind his ear and you realize he’s got a silver industrial piercing.

“That hurt too bad?” You ask, gesturing towards the jewelry and hoping he knows what you mean. He does.

His thumb skips over the metal ball at one end, coming back to fiddle with a section of his robes. He leans forward, grinning at you. His smile is wide. The corners of his mouth tick up mischievously, smile lines conveying layers of mischief you know he must have hidden in that mind of his. 

“Probably wouldn’t have as much if I’d gone to a shop.”

You gasp lightly, thinking about it getting infected and Sirius having a bloody mess on his hands.

“You did it yourself?” You ask, eyes wide and full of concern.

He laughs. It’s a gorgeous sound, deep and friendly. Warm.

“I was prohibited,” he says, pressing a scandalized hand to his chest. “Remus did it for me over break, while my brother played nurse.”

“Well it looks nice,” you tell him, palms beginning to sweat. You find his presence to be slightly overwhelming. “I mean I think so.”

“Thank you, sweets.” He bends slightly at the waist, hand over his stomach, and it’s a gesture you might take as being that of an asshole, if it weren’t for his voice being so kind.

You hum in place of a you’re welcome, trying to will away the swarm of butterflies in your tummy. They’re being rather aggressive. 

“And for the record,” he adds, “Remus was very strict with my cleaning regimen, so I did not get any infections if that’s what you’ve been contemplating.”

“That’s good.” You smile. You’re not sure it’s anywhere near as pretty as his.

Professor Sprout claps her hands, startling you. Today is really not your day. Sirius snorts at your jolt, but when you glance at him he’s pretending to be intensely focused on your instructor.

“Morning, everyone!” she begins. “Today, as you may have guessed, we will start our lessons on Mandrakes. This particular lesson will focus on basic knowledge, as well as care, but come next class, your actual project will begin.”

“You’re going to need a partner, so I’ll give you a few minutes now to choose, that way you can prepare with one another prior to the main exercise.”

All at once, everyone turns to this person and that, chattering and deliberating. It seems everyone has someone.

Your heart starts to pound, and you wonder if maybe Professor Sprout might let you work independently. Pairs are forming, and you can feel yourself being left out, pushed to the edges of society. Maybe that’s dramatic, but it’s how you feel. 

You lean against the table behind you, hoping that she won’t call you out for not having a partner. That is until there’s a figure in front of you.

“What’d you think, huh? Shall we work together?” Sirius stands so that you have no other choice but to look back at him. It’d come off rude to not maintain eye contact at this distance. 

You feel yourself burn and can’t help but wonder if this is some sort of cruel joke.

“Wouldn’t you rather wait and join Remus?” You ask, fingernails picking at the wooden underside of the table.

“You think I’m using you as a fill-in?”

You shrug, rubbing your nose. “We’ve quite literally never spoken an actual conversation before today. I just thought you’d want to work with your friend and not some stranger.”

“Well there’s a first for everything, isn’t there? And you’re not a stranger. I see you all the time.” 

You sigh. He grins, ever pleased with himself. 

“You don’t want to be friends with me?” He teases.

“I—”

“No, it’s quite alright. I’ll see if good ‘ol Mona will help me out.” He turns like he’s going to march away, though his feet barely move. He’s not going anywhere and you both know it. 

“Holy shit,” you start. “Just shut up. Go and get the gloves then.”

Sirius grins. “Demanding, aren’t we?”

He does go and get them though, returning with two sets of gloves and a pair of shears, as Professor Sprout had instructed.

“Today, we will focus on tending to your Mandrakes. I want you, in your pairs, to check the soil and water as needed. I also want you to trim the leaves, as these have been left to run amok for a while. To work!”

Chatter erupts around you, bouncing against the glass walls of the greenhouse.

You fetch a watering can while the area is still free, and Sirius fills it up for you. You notice that your Mandrake is severely lacking the soil it needs. It’s not very well off at all.

“Do you see this?” You ask him, gesturing towards where the roots are showing, clearly dehydrated and with nowhere to sprawl out and grow. “She’s got us treating the wounded.”

Sirius crosses his arms. “That’s a damn shame now, isn’t it? Guess we better heal this thing then.”

“Are you fucking with me?” You ask, eyes darting up to meet his.

“No, I swear. I can tell you’re into this. It’s not my best subject.”

“Well you know what they say.”

“What do they say?” His eyes are gleaming. That’s the best word you can think to use for it. 

“Teamwork makes the dream work.”

He rolls the very same eyes. “I’d like a new partner after that one.”

You laugh, and Sirius feels a pang in his chest. Like he’s taken a blade to the heart, and he can’t do anything but let it happen. Your laugh is such a sweet sound and he worries it might be the death of him.

You slip your gloves on and start trimming the leaves that have to go. There’s quite a few of them, but luckily they seem to be towards the bottom of the stem, and you think once you’re able to water it, the Mandrake might have a chance.

You finish with the shears, and set them down. You look up at Sirius, and your eyes catch a group of buttons on the shoulder of his robes. His hair had been covering them before. You find yourself feeling warm inside, as one in particular tickles your fancy.

“I like your pin,” you say.

His brows shoot up, “Which?”

You use your pinky and tap the glossy finish. He watches. “That one.”

“The Queen one?”

You nod, shoving some more soil into your pot to try and save the roots.

“You listen to them?” Sirius leans down so that his face is next to the Mandrake and in your line of sight. He’s got this brilliant grin. It’s worrying you. For a moment you think he might say something cruel, but the look in his eye is almost boyish.

“Yeah,” you say. “My mom is a muggle. Fell for a dorky wizard boy. So she’s raised me on loads of good stuff.”

“Lucky duck, you.”

You snort and then look up at him, though he's already been looking at you. His eyes haven't left you the whole time you've been working. He finds the way you treat the plant as if it has feelings to be charming. He wonders if you take care of everyone like that. Or maybe even yourself.

You move the soil pouch towards him. "You gonna help me?"

He slips his gloves back on. They really don't match anything he's wearing, and frankly it bothers him a bit. "Of course, of course."

He starts tending to the plant and you watch, noticing the bumps left in the gloves where his rings are hiding underneath.

"Feed her, Seymour," you say, and Sirius whips his head towards you.

"Who the fuck is Seymour?"

"Muggle film. Musical actually. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry for exposing your nerdiness. What's the film about? Talk to me," he proclaims, wincing at the state of his soil work.

“This guy, Seymour, finds a plant, and he tries to take care of it, you know, as you do, but he figures out it only wants blood and meat to eat and that’s what he feeds it, so it keeps growing and growing until it’s big enough that it starts eating people.”

Sirius looks at you with wonder in his eyes, and starts to laugh. "Are you fucking with me, love?"

You start to smile, one that you at first try to suppress, but it ends up spreading across your face, softening your features. Sirius thinks maybe it's the prettiest smile he's ever seen. He can't get over the way the lines around your mouth form, or the way your cheeks bunch and your eyes light up.

"No, I promise."

The boy tugs his gloves off, having finished salvaging the soil for your plant. "Killer plants, huh?"

"Indeed," you say. "You know Mandrakes are killer too, right?"

"Stop."

You start to water the plant, trying your best not to drown the damn thing. "What do you think the earmuffs are for, dumbass?"

You immediately regret calling him a dumbass, thinking you may have crossed a line--it's not like you know him all that well, you've only been speaking for this one class period--but he only smiles at you.

For some reason, you find him easy to be around. He doesn't scare you.

"It's cold."

"Because it's cold? No. After we save the plants we have to re-pot them, and when we take them out they're going to scream. Their cries are fatal, Sirius."

He stares at you. Remus did not tell him this. Technically he could've read his textbook, but clearly he didn't.

"That seems highly uncalled for."

You chuckle and he grins again.

"I agree,” you say. “Have you got the time?”

Sirius pushes his sleeve up, glancing at the watch tight around his left wrist. “We’ve got five minutes left.”

You look up, and notice Professor Sprout removing her gloves. If you’d waited to ask for just a moment longer, she would’ve begun her everyone-get-your-shit-together-and-get-out-of-here speech. 

“Students, your attention please!” Professor Sprout’s cheeks are rosy, tufts of curls sticking out from under the brim of her hat. 

“Next class we’ll try and get the Mandrakes repotted, so that they may grow to their full potential and can then be used as needed for Madam Pomphrey. You’ll need to come and water your plants periodically throughout the week, as these tend to drink rather quickly, so I suggest you alternate days with your companion.”

When you’ve finished and you’re outside once again, it’s misty, your skin dampening with each step you take. 

You feel a hand on your elbow, and Sirius has appeared next to you. Frankly, you hadn’t expected him to continue contact with you. 

The both of you had discussed what days you’d water you plant, and you assumed that was that. 

“I’ve realized we’re co-parenting a Mandrake,” he starts, “and I feel as though I should at least know a little something about the mother of my child.” You raise your eyebrows at him. “You know, to ensure that they don’t grow up lacking proper guardianship.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you say, hopping over a puddle. 

He tosses his head back, laughing, and you feel your insides go all warm and gooey at how his hair moves with the motion. You can’t help but wonder what it feels like. 

“First, you don’t want to be friends, and now, you want our child to be one of divorce.”

You stop, resting your forehead against the cool stone of one of the courtyard walls. 

“Sirius, we haven’t even been married.”

He presses his forehead against the stone next to you, and you turn to look at him. “I’m pretty sure there are a good bit of people who’ve been married and know less about each other than we do,” he says. 

You smile at the wall and he catches it. 

“Besides, we’ve got the same music taste, and that means I’ve got to keep you around.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, that’s how this works. Didn’t you know?”

You brush at the side of your robes where you’ve now gotten moss remains on them. “I was not aware, no.”

“Haven’t you got class or something?” You ask him. His cheeks are pink from the cold, a stark contrast from the chill of his eyes, the sharp black of his hair. 

“Not for another hour. You?” 

“Yeah, actually.”

“So tell me something quick.” He spins a ring around his finger, a chunky silver one with something set into the center. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Seriously?”

He smiles. It’s gorgeous and full-fledged. You can’t believe he’s looking at you like that. It feels like some big error. 

“Sorry I set myself up for that one,” you say. “Um, it’s green.”

“Lovely. Now what shade of green are we talking?”

“Sirius.” You pout. 

“Come on now, chop chop.” He snaps his fingers. “Thought you had an excuse to ditch me or something?”

You roll your eyes. It seems that cocky ass grin never leaves his face. “Like a forest green. Trees and such.”

Sirius claps his hands together, metal clinking. “That’s fantastic. I’ll be sure to remember it. Mine’s purple, by the way, thank you for asking.”

“I bet you look stunning in purple, Sirius.”

He blushes. He actually blushes. You grab for his wrist and push his sleeve up to peer at his watch. 

“I’ll see you around, okay?”

For the first time in a long time, Sirius Black hasn’t got shit to say. No one ever makes him blush. 

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“I don’t come to class one day, and you’ve made a new friend? Why couldn’t you have made a new one any other day? I think I need some time off. Maybe even early retirement.” 

Sirius smacks Remus on the shoulder where the latter lays stretched out in bed. The curtains are drawn one one side so that the only person they’re visible to is James, who is half asleep in the neighboring bed, glasses askew and tie on the brink of choking him. 

“It’s rude to abuse the wounded.” 

“You’re off your rocker, Lupin.”

Remus rubs his face, though he winces, his arms much too sore for any sort of activity. “Tell me about it.” 

“Feeling any better today?” 

“Yes, Sirius. I’m feeling fucking wonderful.”

“He’s being sarcastic.” James’ voice is muffled by the pillow he’s collapsed into. 

Sirius turns to look at his friend. “Yeah, no shit, Prongs. Thank you so much for enlightening me.”

James raises a weak arm, flipping him off. “Eat me.”

“You say that as if I won’t do it.”

James sits up, but only enough so that he may rearrange himself into a poorly structured child’s pose. “Stop being such fucking tease and do it then, babe.”

Remus rubs his eyes aggressively, like it might somehow rid him of his ever permanent longing for sleep. “Shove it, you two.” He peeks out from between his fingers at Sirius. “I thought you were saying how you’ve made someone else miserable with the joys of your friendship.” 

“Fuck you,” Sirius says.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I did make a new friend. In herbology, since you decided to have a go with the moon and left me to perish.” Remus rolls his eyes. “They’re very kind, if you must know. We are co-parenting a Mandrake.”

James snorts into the mattress. 

“Is it really co-parenting if you’ll make them do all of the work?” Remus asks. 

James snorts again and Sirius leans over to smack him against the back. He lets out a pathetic cry that both of the other boys ignore. 

“I’m helping, asshole,” Sirius begins. “I’m supposed to go water the fucking thing in a bit if either of you need proof of life.” 

“Of your friend or of your child?” Remus reaches his arm out to grab hold of one of the bedposts and heave himself up. 

“Both.”

James slides off of his bed and starts to stretch, and a cacophony of cracking sounds follows, which is slightly concerning considering his age. “Sorry. I’m supposed to go and see Lils. But I expect a full report back, Moons.” He strips off his tie and pulls on a coat. The other two boys watch him bound across the room like they’re at a tennis match.  

James is gone so quickly you’d be amazed that he was half-asleep minutes before. 

“What a prick,” Sirius says from where he sits at the foot of Remus’ bed. He looks away from the door and at his friend. 

Sirius sets his hand on Remus’ knee. “You get any sleep this morning?” 

“Some. Not enough. Though it’s never enough, or whatever.” Sirius gets a pang in his chest. He wishes he could make it all better. 

“You want to get some fresh air? You can come with me to the greenhouses if you want, but you can stay here too. I’ll sneak down to the kitchens and get you something.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll go with you. Sun’s not out, is it? It’ll kill my head.”

Sirius stands and peers beneath the drawn curtains. It’s cloudy, like it might storm, a thick layer of cloud lying over the grounds. “Nope. She’s hiding from you today.”

Remus nods and his friend walks back over to his bedside. “Come on, Rem.” 

He removes the blankets from over his lap and scoots to the edge of his mattress. Sirius holds out his hands for Remus to take. Sometimes he gets really woozy when he has to stand after nights like the last. His knees shake, but he’s steady once he’s up. Sirius keeps an arm around his back when there isn’t anyone in the halls to question Remus’ condition, but has to settle for watching his friends footing otherwise. 

Sirius gets Remus on a bench and makes a stop by Madam Pomphrey on the way, feigning a headache. She gives him a little bottle of these chewable tablets with instructions on how often to take them and tells him to come back if the ache persists. 

He hands the bottle to Remus when he’s finished, and the boy’s had the medicine for an entire four seconds before he’s chewing. It’s one of those headaches that stays dull, but any sudden movement and your entire skull is throbbing and he thinks he might just die. Remus thinks this every full moon. He is not dead. 

The trip to the greenhouse takes longer than usual, mainly because of Sirius’ tendency to baby Remus during his moon hangovers. He claims it’s because he doesn’t want a death on his hands, something about living up to the Black name, but Remus knows it’s really because Sirius is much more caring than he’d ever admit. 

“See? Look at this fucker. My child.” Sirius gestures dramatically at the potted plant. Remus leans up against one of the tables, only slightly amused, much more out of breath. 

He’s only just gone digging for a watering can when he hears the door open and glances up, assuming it’s another student having to monitor their own dirt ball. 

But it’s you. 

“What’s up, love?”

Remus’ eyebrows shoot up. He hadn’t realized when Sirius said he made a friend he actually meant friend. He’s never really seen Sirius look at someone that way. 

You stand by the doors, kicking the one you came through shut behind you. Sirius pretends like he’s not attracted to the movement. 

“Hi,” you say. You step a little further into the room. “I know it’s not my day to water, but frankly I was kind of worried you’d forget to do it.”

Remus turns to face you and laughs, full on. You grin at him. He’s never really looked at you before, but there’s no denying how sweet you look. He bets you could kick Sirius’ ass if you wanted. He also thinks Sirius might let you do it. 

Sirius straightens and flips his hair back as he does so. “You wound me.”

You shrug. “I was also slightly panicked you’d drown the thing, so there’s that.” 

Sirius walks over to the sinks, filling up his watering can, though you both know he could easily use a spell to do it instead. “So you came to supervise?”

“‘Fraid so.” You chew on the inside of your lip. 

“I don’t blame you,” Remus says. “He’s kind of a flake.”

“Fuck you, Rem.”

“Yeah, sure.” Remus pushes off of the table, moving in the direction of you and the doors. His head is starting to feel better. He leans in next to you, though his voice is anything but a whisper. “I don’t know why you’re putting up with him. Would’ve asked for a different partner myself.”

“She picked me!” You laugh, seeing Sirius put his hands on his hips out of the corner of your eye. 

Remus raises a brow at you. “Oh yeah?” He smiles at you. It’s a knowing expression, an understanding one. He keeps his eyes on you, but speaks to Sirius. “I’m gonna go for a walk, Pads. Come and retrieve me when you’re finished.” 

The squeeze Remus gives to your shoulder is kind. It tells you you’re safe with Sirius. With him. That you’re welcome. The glass door rattles as it shuts. 

“You really have no faith in me?” Sirius asks, spritzing the Mandrakes leaves. You peer into the pot, noticing he’s watered it just right. It’s not going to drown after all. 

“No, I’ve got plenty. Maybe I just wanted to see you again.” 

Sirius sets the bottle he’s holding down. “No shit.”

“Well you see, last time you asked me a question, and I didn’t get to ask you one of my own, and I figured I’d better do that if I want to keep the friendship alive, you know?”

Sirius is smiling at you. He can’t believe this–your teasing. 

He runs the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. “So what’s the question?”

“Do you like pie?” you question.

“I do.”

“That’s good. Because I feel the same way, and rumor has it you can get into the kitchens, so I thought we could work together on this...and get pie. It’s like a reward. I put up with you and you put up with me kind of thing, so we get something to eat.”

Sirius tosses his head back, letting out a bark of a laugh. Your eyes linger on his neck for a second longer than they should. 

“Well the rumors are indeed true,” he says. “Guess we’ll have to ditch Remus, then. Make it a proper date and whatnot.”

“That seems unkind,” you chuckle.

“He’ll live.”

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“What’s happening here?” Sirius throws himself into one of the chairs on the other side of the table where you and Remus sit. 

“We’re reading,” Remus tells him. “Go away.”

Remus had shown you to this table. Said it was his favorite. There are a small group of them in the very back of the library, behind one of the last rows of shelves. You wouldn’t know they were there unless you went looking. 

He said it’s where he goes to hide when James and Sirius won’t shut up and let him work, which is more often than not. 

“You whined about me making new friends,” Sirius says, “so that I’d leave you alone, and now you’ve taken it upon yourself to steal said friend from me?” 

You cover your face with your book, sliding deeper into your chair and trying your very best to fight off a giggle. 

Sirius reaches across the table and snatches the book from your hands. He wants to see the shit-eating grin you’re hiding. He stands and moves in front of you just when you bury your face in your sleeve. 

He tugs on the fabric of your shirt. “Traded me out then, have you?”

You snort into your sweater, and Sirius watched the way your shoulders shake. Remus eyes his friend’s hand, trying to make sure he didn’t lose your page with his frenzied antics. He didn’t though, pale thumb tucked into the paper.

Remus sets his own book down, stretching over the back of the chair. He’s thinking about going to bed. 

Instead of looking at Sirius like you know he wants, you turn to Remus.

“Leavin’ me, Rem?”

Sirius scoffs. Rem his ass. 

Remus lowers his head so that it’s level with yours. “Sleepy,” he says, squeezing his eyes shut. You look at the scar that runs through his brow and across his eyelid. There’s another by his ear. You wonder if he’ll tell you about them someday. 

He bumps his forehead—the gentlest of taps—with yours, and then he’s standing. Sometimes you forget how lanky he is when he’s always so hunched over. 

“Goodnight, Lupin,” you say. 

“Goodnight, you two. Don’t get too wild. This is still a library.”

Sirius takes the chair Remus had been occupying. You look at him, and reach for his hand. He wouldn’t even think about denying you taking it, even if he is being a grump. 

“I have not traded you out, Sirius.” He glares at you, though his eyes are still much too soft for it to be anything malicious. He’s not sure he could ever look at you in a hateful way. 

“You could’ve read with me,” he argues, tickling your palm. You try and wriggle your hand away, but he only presses his fingers firmly into your skin, keeping you there. 

“Come on.”

“No, you could have,” he continues. “I can be very well behaved, if need be.”

“Oh yeah?” You’re the one smirking now. Sirius is afraid he might never get this image of you out of his head. 

“Yeah.” He leans in, nuzzling his nose against your temple. When he pulls away, you realize he has a smattering of freckles under one eye. You have the urge to touch them, and so you do. 

He relaxes against your hand. “You’re very pretty, Sirius.”

“Thank you.” He kisses your knuckle. “You’re very pretty, too, sweets.”

“Thank you.”

In the weeks since your Mandrake project has finished—and the plant did indeed survive—Sirius has grown increasingly attached to you. Frankly he finds himself shocked that you’re willing to deal with him at all, let alone that his friends like you so much. He wasn’t even a little upset that you’re spending time with Remus. You have a lot in common, actually. 

He just likes to tease you. And he’s very good at it. 

“So you come looking for me because you need something? Or are you perhaps attention starved?” You question, taking your hand away from his face, though your other is still within his grasp. 

“Most definitely the latter.”

“What do you want me to do about it?”

He speaks close to your ear as if he’s about to spill the world’s most confidential information. “Is this a safe space?”

“Absolutely,” you assure him. 

“I want you to play with my hair,” Sirius says. 

You gasp, clutching at your nonexistent pearls. 

Your moment's pause makes him a little nervous. “Well let’s get on with it then,” you tell him.

You take Sirius up to your common room, it being much too late for anyone to be up. You slip your fingers into his hair, scratching at his scalp until he’s falling asleep and you’ve made promises of braiding it sooner or later. Eventually, you have to wake him, send him off to bed.

And he pouts. God, does he pout. But it’s okay. He’ll get you to do it again tomorrow.

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[pussyydestroyer]

"Good taste"

Pairing: Rosie x fem!reader

Warning: +18, fingering, blood, blood kink, crying, pain

Word count: 3k+

You had seen Rosie a couple of times before while walking around town, but you never gave it much thought.

The few times you could exchange glances, she would smile at you out of kindness and you would smile back. You thought she was someone kind, even though you had never talked before.

But since that day when you started accompanying Alastor to Rosie's emporium, you began to see her in a different light.

At first, she greeted you with a big hug when she saw you, which always made you blush since due to the difference in height, your face reached her breast. She knew the reaction she provoked in you when she hugged you and that's why she did it.

After a while, she began to greet you with her typical hug, but also with kisses on your cheeks that as the days went by began to be more kisses all over your face.

You didn't find it strange that she did that since you believed that was her way of being. But every time she gave you kisses on the cheek, your heart would start racing and your cheeks would turn slightly pink. You never gave much thought to your reactions, you just enjoyed her affection.

But she did notice, and she started doing it more often. Whether she was busy or not, she would kiss you, flatter you, or pamper you.

She wanted to see how far you could react to her touches and caresses or what other types of effects she could generate in you. So she planned something.

It was late and with Alastor they helped Rosie to tidy the tables and clean her emporium.

"Oh dear, thank you so much for the help" Rosie thanked them showing her wide smile that characterizes her.

"You're welcome, it's always an honor to help a friend as precious as you" answered Alastor with a proud smile while he fixed his monocle.

She lets out a giggle as she extends her hand tilting it down mischievously "You flatter me Alastor, you always know how to flatter a lady. Why don't you two stay for tea?. The house invites" she offered politely after both of them had helped her the whole day.

"I would love to stay with you, but I have other pending matters. If you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving" he says goodbye while bowing before getting ready to leave.

"Always so mysterious, but okay, it'll be for another coercion" she bows back and then heads to a seat that was near the counter.

You watched as these two said goodbye until you remembered that you also had things to do "I'm so sorry, I won't be able to stay either" you said as you followed Alastor from behind until you reached the door.

"Dear, can you stay for a moment?" She interrupted with her authentic tone of voice while showing those sharp teeth in a smile before you could walk through the door. At this point, Alastor had already left.

You thought for a few seconds about the things you had to do later, but since you were only going to stay for a few minutes you accepted "Okay" you said happily as you closed the door and turned to walk towards where she was.

"Close the blinds, will you?"

“Maybe it's because it's late” you thought when she asked you to do it, then you closed one by one to finally go where she is.

Rosie made a gesture for you to sit on the chair that was next to her with her hand. Without thinking twice, you sat down and turned slightly to be in front of her.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing... I just want to spend more time with you, alone"

"Okay?" You hesitated for a few moments and then accepted. "Alright"

"We can never be calm together" you could hear her voice somewhat afflicted. She knew she was pretending to be vulnerable to attract you more.

"Yes I know..." you play with your hands that were on the table and sigh "When Alastor is here, you always talk more with him"

"Mmm, yes that's true. When he's here I don't give you much priority" her voice suddenly turns sweet as she puts a hand on your thigh. You just nod, feeling the warm weight of her hand.

"Honestly, it doesn't bother me, not at all" you tried to sound like you didn't care that Rosie doesn't pay much attention to you "I'm happy with just seeing you"

"I like seeing you too, darling" as she said this, she began to gently caress your thigh and then slowly move her hand higher "but I prefer to be closer to you"

Her caresses on your leg made your skin tingle, it was comforting and pleasant. But when she moved her hand higher than normal, your breathing began to shorten slightly and your cheeks turned slightly red. Instinctively, you put a hand on top of Rosie's hand so that she wouldn't keep moving it? You didn't know, you just did it.

Rosie watched as you immediately placed a hand on top of hers when she raised it higher than usual, which made her smile grow wider as she saw the effects she had on you.

"What's wrong darling?" You look really tense- she leaned forward slightly to touch your cheek with her free hand.

"W-What? No, I'm fine" you tried to act natural, but your nervousness got the better of you and Rosie clearly noticed it.

She gently but firmly squeezed your thigh, which made your breath catch in your throat.

"Are you sure?" She took her hand off your cheek to grab your chin and pull you closer to her and then kiss your forehead. You knew she always played with you like this, which is why you didn't protest.

She began to leave warm kisses all over your forehead. "Y-Yes" Since you were further below her, your sight was right on her breasts which made you blush more and move your head slightly looking away when you realized that you had been unconsciously looking at them for a few seconds.

Rosie felt you look away and how your grip on her hand loosened which made her smile as she continued kissing your forehead.

Her hand that was on your thigh began to slowly move up your pelvis until it got under your shirt so she could touch your waist.

You were startled when you felt her cold hands on your bare skin, her movements were soft and provocative which made you arch your back and let out a soft gasp. They had never gone this far and you were no longer sure if this was just caresses, you were suspecting if she had other intentions with you.

Rosie knew she was achieving her goal and felt proud. She moved your face slightly to the side with her hand that was still on your chin to leave soft kisses on your cheek while her movements on your waist continued.

You closed your eyes to enjoy her kisses. Your breathing began to become more labored thanks to the closeness of both of them.

She filled your cheek with kisses and then moved your face to the other side. Your faces brushed against each other because of that movement she made, feeling her breathing very close. Your heart began to beat strongly. Then she began to leave kisses on your other cheek.

Your suspicions became reality when her hand unexpectedly went down to your belly. You startled again, bringing one hand to her shoulder as if to hold on to her while your other hand was held to your chair.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words didn't come out, instead a gasp came out.

Rosie smiled victoriously when she heard your gasp, she moved away from your cheek to look into your eyes. Her distance wasn't too far.

"Do you want me to stop?" Her voice was a soft whisper while her movements never stopped.

You already knew where this was going and the idea fascinated you. You quickly responded in a pleading whisper "Continue"

Rosie didn't waste any time and moved closer to your cheek to kiss it again. Her kisses went down to your neck, this caused you to shudder. Your hands clung tighter to her shoulder and the chair.

Her hand that was on your chin lowered to your waist while her other hand moved to the button of your pants to unbutton them.

You put your arm around her neck as she pulled down your zipper. Her kisses were wet on your neck and you gasped at the feel of them. You really loved the feel of her lips on your skin.

She slipped her hand under your pants feeling the wet fabric between your legs. You gave a muffled moan when you felt her hand.

She smiled into your neck at your moan, this caused a shiver in you.

Now her kisses began to be small bites as she ran her fingers up and down the fabric of your panties to tease you a little.

You bit your lower lip to suppress a moan as you desperately moved your hips against her hand in search of more friction.

She laughed lightly into your neck as she felt your hip movements. She brought her hands to the bottom of your pants to pull them down along with your panties. She pulled away from your neck to look at you as you raised your hips so she could take them off more easily. Your gaze was lost in her hands and how she pulled them down to your ankles.

As you raised your head, your gaze met hers. Both of you were too close to each other that you could feel each other's breathing.

You moved closer to kiss her and she closed the short gap between you with a kiss.

Meanwhile, her hand went to your crotch while the other rested on your thigh moving it to the side so you would open up more. You gasped at this and instinctively parted your lips to let her tongue pass through. The kiss slowly became more intense and she began to run two of her fingers through your folds, slowly and liberatingly from top to bottom while her other hand squeezed your thigh.

Feeling her fingers moving against your crotch and her nails scraping your thigh made it difficult for you to keep up with the rhythm of the kiss, as you gave shaky gasps against her lips.

She noticed your complication and smiled into the kiss before slowly inserting one of her fingers inside you.

You moaned softly against her and your grip tightened on her shoulders as her finger moved inside of you. You broke away from the kiss to tilt your head and look down at where her hand was.

“Does it feel good?” She asked softly with a smile on her face. Hearing you moan, she sped up her movements slightly.

You bit your lip as you continued to be mesmerized by her hand in you. “Mhmm,” you nodded. “Really good,” you said in a choked voice trying to suppress a moan.

Her movements gradually sped up more. You continued to bite your lip to suppress all your moans and your eyes were half-closed as you continued to stare at her hand, not wanting to look at her. Until you felt her hand gently grab your jaw.

“Look at me, Darling,” her voice was soft and demanding as she tilted your head up by your jaw for you to look at her. Her other hand continued to do its work on your pussy.

You gasp at this movement she forced you to do. Your cheeks flushed as you looked into her eyes.

"Good" her praise sent a shiver of pleasure through your body.

She scanned your body up and down, all flushed and excited by her movements on your pussy.

She saw how you continued to resist letting out moans so she abruptly inserted a second finger inside you, ready to see you fall apart from her touch.

Your gaze was lost in hers and the pleasurable sensations she caused you. Slowly your eyebrows curved and you let out a long moan as you unexpectedly felt another finger from her. You completely closed your eyes as her fingers went in and out of you.

She smiled triumphantly as she heard your moan. Your lip was too red from all the pressure you put on it by biting it earlier.

Her fingers were going in and out of you now at a faster speed, finding a suitable rhythm. You smiled in satisfaction at this as you took your hands off of her shoulders and placed them on the edge of your chair to hold on.

She enjoyed hearing you moan and seeing you completely lost under her touch. Her thumb found its way to your clit and pressed it gently.

Your head automatically threw back and your smile faded to drop your jaw and moan. You placed your hand on her forearm, gripping it tightly silently motioning for her to continue.

She chuckled, perfectly understanding what you wanted. Her thumb began to move slowly and painfully in circles. “Rosie…” you moaned as you felt your swollen clit being touched.

She licked her lips as she heard her name in your moans and pleas. As she increased the speed of her thumb, your grip on her arm and the chair became firmer and firmer.

She kept thrusting her fingers in and out of you in coordinated movements along with her thumb. The heat in your stomach grew more and more suffocating as you felt yourself getting closer to your climax.

"I- Im…" You tried to explain how you felt, but your mind was clouded by pleasure that you couldn't form coherent words.

She felt the tension in your muscles, but she wanted to have some more fun. Her hand moved down your chest, scratching the fabric of your shirt, going down enough to then slip her hand under it and gently touch your stomach.

Her two hands working to give you the most satisfaction possible was driving you crazy. Her hand touching your body while the other continued to thrusting you was what was necessary for your climax to be soon reached.

Your moans and gasps were music to her ears, and she was willing to give you everything you needed for your orgasm to come. But in her own way.

Her hand moved all over your torso, from your belly to your neck. Your back arched into her touch as her hand moved up to your neck.

She wrapped her fingers gently around your neck, applying light pressure. And with a mischievous smile, she dug her nails in.

A shiver ran through your body as you felt her nails dig into you. Your eyes half-lidded as you looked at her and gave a moan of pain and pleasure. Blood dripped down your collarbone, staining your shirt.

Her hand began to move down from your neck to your chest. Making a path of blood as her nails continued to dig into your skin.

Tears were building up in your eyes and you hissed in pain as her nails went deeper and deeper into your skin. But the pleasure was greater.

You moved your hips against her hand in search of more pleasure, feeling like your climax was just seconds away.

She dug her nails even deeper into your stomach. Your grip on the chair tightened as she dug her nails in deeper, knuckles white from the pressure.

The shallow wounds that started from your neck gradually turned into deep wounds.

Your previously white shirt was now bathed in blood that spread all over your body.

She knew how close you were, your tense muscles and groaning moans let her know.

Her nails went down to your belly putting even more pressure than before while her other hand, which previously thrusting you, now curved them against your inner walls.

Tears ran down your cheeks from the mix of pleasure and pain you felt.

Her fingers curling, her thumb in circular motions on your clit and the pain of her nails on your flesh was what was necessary for your orgasm to hit you hard.

You gave a long, high-pitched moan as you brought one hand to her shoulder and your head moved even further back.

The hip movements slowly decreased as your climax was expanding.

She watched happily as you fell apart under her touch while her movements slowed down as well.

Your chest rose and fell in search of air and your body trembled after the immense climax you just went through.

She watched as you tried to pull yourself together, examining your tired and blood-covered body.

She abruptly pulled her nails out of your belly making you startle and writhe in pain as a jet of blood came out of the already open wound, staining your shirt even more.

She brought her fingers to her mouth one by one as she tasted your blood. You watched her with your tired eyelids and slightly flushed cheeks. You didn't expect it to get to this point, but you loved it anyway.

She continued sucking on her fingers full of your blood as she smiled mischievously at your expression. She then leaned forward to run her tongue over the marks her nails had left on your neck.

You let out a shaky sigh as you felt her wet tongue again. You brought your hands up to the side of her shoulders as you felt her lick and suck your blood.

She chuckled at your automatic action "You don't have a bad taste" her words were muffled by your neck.

Hii, this is my first smut fanfiction so I hope you don't be too harsh on me 😭

Some places I mentioned may not be identical to the ones in the series. I haven't watched it in a while and my memories of that scene are very vague lmfao

[storywriter007]

My dear...I am in desperate need of jealous percy😓

Do You See? - Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

author's note: i got ya i love angst

warnings: cursing, very toxic relationship, cheating, probably more idk

genre: angst

word count: 2.3k

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y/n sat at one of the wooden tables at camp, and helped string together a beaded necklace for a new camper.

"you were so nervous, and now look at you! you've already spent an entire summer here!" she complimented.

"i know." veronica smiled. "i was super nervous, but i really like it here now."

"i'm so proud of you kid."

she knew how important those six words were. especially to a twelve-year old demi-god.

"thank you y/n." the girl smiled again, her eyes shimmering.

another six words dragged her attention elsewhere.

"what is percy doing over there?" she asked.

y/n turned her gaze to her boyfriend, and instantly felt her heart crack a little. she turned to see percy, awfully close, sitting next to another girl. her hair was curly, light-brown, and came up right to her chest. her eyes were a swirl of green and brown. her skin was tan, and shining in the camp sunlight. she was beautiful; they all were.

y/n watched as percy put his arm around her and made her laugh. she watched as he tried to "jokingly" kiss her, and she hesitated for a moment before turning away. she watched as the brunette's love sick eyes gazed into his. she just watched,

"i think they're just messing around." she shrugged, not wanting to ruin veronica's huge achievement with her shitty boyfriend.

"really?" she asked, concerned. "i heard-actually never mind."

"wait, what? what did you hear?"

"nothing." she quickly covered up.

"c'mon veronica, whatever it is, y'know you can tell me."

she paused for a moment before lowering her voice and speaking.

"two days ago, i was just making my bed, and olivia came in with her friends, and they were just talking. i don't think they knew i was there, because they started talking about a party from the night before."

the night where y/n had volunteered at the infirmary, and missed the event.

"and she was talking about how percy, and i quote, 'made out with elaine.'"

elaine. of course it was elaine. she had curly, blonde hair. bright blue eyes. tanned skin. she looked like a surfer girl straight out of california. she was smart; she wanted to be an architect. she was beautiful. she was the next closest thing to annabeth.

"thanks for letting me know." she smiled. "i don't know though, i know olivia gossips a lot."

"that's true." veronica shrugged, finishing her necklace. "look, i'm done!"

"it looks amazing!" y/n cheered.

a few of veronica's friends awkwardly stood at the end of the table.

"i think they're waiting for you." y/n smiled. "go hang out with them."

"are you sure?" the young girl asked. "are you alright?"

"i'm good, don't worry about me." she reassured.

veronica ran off with her friends and y/n began cleaning up the table in silence.

there was a rumor about percy kissing a different girl everyday.

she knew that they weren't just rumors.

she knew that it wasn't ever "just a kiss."

she knew he was a cheater. she knew that he had never really gotten over annabeth.

so why did she stay? it was a stupid reason, but it was because she loved him. she cared about him. she wanted the best for him. she wanted him to feel like he could grieve and not be judged. she wanted to show him kindness. after everything he'd done for the camp, she felt it was just to give him the same love back. and so she did. and sometimes, he did too. there were nights where they talked until sunrise. there were days were they'd go everywhere together. there were times they'd held each-other while they wept. but, now, it was all gone. it was as if percy only kept y/n around to hurt her; to look at the sadness in her eyes and the pain in her voice after he cheated on her once again and to deny the fact that he ever did such a thing. to hurt something after he had been hurt.

she put away the last of the paint.

"hey." a voice smiled, sitting next to her.

he kissed her check and freely ran his hands over her body.

"what?" she asked, annoyed.

"what's wrong with you?" he asked.

"nothing." she shrugged, placing the beads back in the jar. "just the fact that a twelve-year old camper told me she heard that you were making out with elaine at the party last week."

he sighed and moved away from her.

"you don't believe her, do you?"

"well, i just saw you trying to kiss zoe a few minutes ago, so yes percy, i do believe her."

"we were just messing around."

"who? you and zoe or you and elaine?"

"funny. but elaine and i were just dancing together, and then i left."

"okay." she chuckled. "sure."

"i'm serious."

"can't you just break-up with me instead of cheating on me and then acting like you didn't?"

"because i didn't cheat on you? and you can end things too if you so badly want to."

"you know i won't."

"yeah, and why is that?" he retorted.

"because i'm cursed with loving you."

"y'know what? i'll let you figure this out, i'm leaving."

"fine, leave. that's all you do anyways."

he angrily stormed away. she swallowed back tears as she wiped up the table.

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y/n stood at the hermes cabin party alone. she'd gotten into a fight with her boyfriend, her friends had dispersed, and she'd made the mistake of wandering around. the red cup in her hand looked stupid, especially since it was full of water. she leaned against the wall, and spotted percy from afar.

he was talking to someone, the same girl from earlier today. they were laughing and dancing. he didn't even care to look for his own girlfriend. she watched them enjoy themselves, as they playfully hit each-other's arms and giggled like no tomorrow. she turned her gaze away, looking down at her fake drink.

"having fun?" a voice asked over the blaring music.

y/n looked up to see a tall, muscular guy in front of her. he wore an orange camp t-shirt, and blue straight jeans. his blonde hair looked a little disheveled, but otherwise neat. his electric blue eyes looked at her with concern.

"not really." she smiled. "the music sucks."

"i know, they've played the same song four times in a row." he chuckled. "how're you doing y/n?"

"i'm alright jason, what about you?"

"i'm good." he responded. "what're you having?"

"water." she shrugged in all-honesty.

"lame."

"what're you having?" she chuckled.

"sprite."

"what a rebel."

"i know. don't tell the romans." he smiled. "they're gonna send me to camp half-blood."

"how bad could it be for a guy who's wearing the bright orange camp half-blood t-shirt at a camp half-blood party?" she laughed.

"i could end up a quarter-blood." he defended.

"what happened to the other quarter of god?"

"it dissolved into sprite."

"so half-human, a quarter zeus, and a quarter sprite?"

they both laughed at the unseriousness of their conversation. y/n looked up, her eyes seeing percy across the room again. it was looking even worse now. they were a lot closer now, barely inches away from one-another. she turned her gaze back to jason, who'd been looking the same place she had been.

"i'm sorry about him."

"don't be." she smiled. "i can't wait to hear this rumor. 'y/n, i heard zoe and percy made out yesterday at the party!'"

"let me know if this is too personal or anything, but no offense, why don't you just leave him?"

"beacause-"

an odd realization slapped her across the face as she watched percy and zoe get closer and closer.

"because i used to believe it was love, but i don't think it is. i don't think it ever was."

"what do you mean?"

"i think he just liked having someone to hurt." she confessed. "i don't know. i guess i'm clinging onto this weird hope that he'll wake up one day, and love me the way he did annabeth." her voice trailed out.

weird. she hadn't said annabeth's name aloud in a long time. especially, after she started dating percy. her name was their forbidden word. she was always careful not to say it.

"i know. it's weird to say annabeth's name out loud."

"yeah." y/n shrugged. "the last time i said her name, it was on accident. i think i was talking about luke, and he just flipped out. we got into this huge fight and he said, "if you ever say her name again, i'll choke you with your own tears."'

"that's fucked up."

"i." she paused. "i know."

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she and jason had wandered outside, away from the poorly chosen party music. they sat by the lake, and y/n told him things about her relationship, and why she felt like she couldn't leave. it felt so great to tell someone about her issues with percy. whenever she had tried to talk to another older camper, they quicky rushed to defense, bowing down at his feet and proclaiming him as their hero. jason didn't. he just listened.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to dump all of this on you." y/n chuckled.

"don't worry about it." he said, leaning back on his elbows. "don't take this the wrong way, but you've just been off ever since you started dating him."

"i bet." she chuckled, pulling her knees to her chest.

"i'm gonna head out now." he smiled. "you want me to walk you back?"

"no, i think i'm gonna stay a little longer. it's nice out here."

"okay." he shrugged, getting up. "feel better y/n."

"night jason."

she heard footsteps behind her, and chalked it up to some kids wandering around.

"y/n?" a familiar voice called out.

she turned around to see percy, hovering over her. she stood up and analyzed his face. he looked angry, hurt almost.

"yeah?"

"i've been looking for you everywhere! what the hell is wrong with you?"

"you have not been looking for me. percy, i was in that cabin for an unfortunate four hours. i came outside thirty minutes ago."

"yeah, and you think you can just leave?"

"well, it's not like you were talking to me anyways."

"don't try to make this about me." he chuckled. "you're such a bitch. we get into one fight, and you run off and ignore me the whole night."

"don't try to act like you weren't making out with zoe!"

"i wasn't!" he said, stepping closer. "you're the one who ran off with another guy."

"and maybe i wouldn't have if you had just acted like i mattered for once!"

"you can't go off with random guys!"

"you can't kiss random girls! looks like we're both at fault, aren't we?"

"you're my girlfriend. not jason's!"

"so you're jealous?" y/n chuckled. "oh my gods, do you see how i've been feeling now? it's not fun, is it?"

he grabbed y/n's wrist and pulled her closer to him, forcing her to look at him.

"listen, you fucking slut, i didn't give you my attention for ten minutes and you ran off with the first guy you could find."

"why are you so mean?" she asked, shaking her wrist out of his cruel grip. "do you see how i feel? do you see how it feels when i watch you shamelessly try to kiss other girls? how it feels when you touch them in front of me? how it feels when everyday, i wake up to a new rumor about one of your affairs! it sucks!"

percy was jealous. for once, he was the one who felt hurt and betrayed. for once, he understood. y/n had gone to the one person he felt like he was less than. it felt like a knife had been lodged in his stomach. y/n felt tears well up.

"i don't give a fuck about how it feels!" he lied, grabbing y/n's shoulders, holding her in place. "don't do this shit again!"

"i wouldn't have to if you just treated me like your girlfriend! someone who you love and care about! someone you want to be with! you've just used me, all our relationship!" she yelled, a tear falling from her cheek.

"really?" he chuckled.

"yes! really! you've only talked to me when you've wanted something! there's never been a time where you checked in on me and asked if i was okay. it's just always been me asking you!"

"you're so dramatic! you want me to ask you how you're feeling everyday? fine, i will!"

"you're just trying to fill the hole in your heart that annabeth left!"

his prior look of anger was nothing compared to this one. his eyes darkened as his grip on her tightened.

"what did i tell you about saying her name?"

his grip was so tight, she could feel him bruising her skin. tears began flowing.

"what'd i tell you!"

"that you'd choke me with my own tears."

she tried her very best to keep a brave face on and show him she wasn't hurting.

"so do it." she said, giving him permission. "i never mattered to you anyways."

she felt her access to air falter.

"just don't do this to your next girlfriend." she choked out. "she doesn't deserve it."

suddenly, her access to air was restored. percy let go of her, and his anger quickly faded. it took her a minute to process the fact that he had just tried to kill her, and that he would've.

he watched as the look in her eyes changed.

"y/n-"

"you were going to kill me." she chuckled. "oh my gods, you were actually going to kill me!"

he tried his very best to pull her into a hug, but she just backed away.

"night percy." she said calmly, before walking past him.

"are you breaking up with me?" he called out.

"what do you think?" she asked back, walking to cabin one as fast as she could.

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could you please write about copia comforting their partner about their abandonment issues?

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Pairing: Copia | Frater Imperator x GN reader

Summary: you admit it, you have a bad habit: you push people away when you feel like they're abandoning you. But then you miss them.

Contents: just fluff, emotional hurt / comfort with a lil dash of cardiophilia.

Word count: 508

“Hi, Frater.”

After a whole week of avoiding him, ignoring his text messages or just replying to them with monosyllables, you finally showed up to Copia’s suite and decided to talk to him. The longing for his touch was getting unbearable, even though your fear of abandonment told you he wouldn't care.

“Amore! So good to see you, at least. Why have you been acting so strange lately? Are you mad at me?” he asks, a look of pained concern in his face.

“No, I'm not mad at you… It's that… I don't really know how to explain.” you reply.

“No matter what's wrong, we can work it out together, si? Tell me how you feel. I'm all ears” he says softly, rubbing a kind hand on your shoulder.

“Well… Since you became Frater Imperator, I feel undeserving of your love… You're head of the Clergy now. You're so powerful, and I'm just a Sibling of Sin… I feel like you should just leave me for someone better, more attractive, of higher rank…”

“Nonsense, tesorino. I won't leave you. You're so special to me, so unique, no one can make me as happy as you do.”

He wraps his arms around you tenderly, pulling you close into a hug. You break down in tears into his shoulder, and he pets your hair while whispering a string of “it's okay”. You don't know how long you stay wrapped up in his embrace, but it does wonders for your mood, as you never feel safer than when you're in Copia's arms.

When you pull away, he gently takes your hand and caresses it between his gloved hands, looking at you with a kind, but sterner look.

“I want you to promise me something. Promise you're not gonna push me away again? It made me worried, and sad. When you feel insecure about anything, you can always reach me and talk about it. I'll understand. Capisce?” 

“Okay, Papa, I mean, Frater” you reply with a nod.

“Just call me Copia. Or Cardi. However you prefer. We've known each other for so long…” He says with a smile.

“Can I call you my little rat?” You ask.

“Sure, why not” he chuckles, amused by the new nickname you gave him. “I'm your little rat now… You Ratatouille, your Stuart Little, you name it!”

You two giggle and hug again, like two happy children who just became best friends. You've indeed known each other for a long time. You saw Copia grow from a meek, awkward Cardinal into a powerful and commanding Papa and, finally, as the mighty Frater Imperator, and you are so proud of him for this. And he's proud of you for your hard work and devotion to the Ministry, even though sometimes you find it hard to believe.

He holds your hand flat to his chest. There's a steady beat underneath your palm.

“Feel it? It beats for you” he coos, romantically. You can't help but blush at the gesture. Copia knows how to make you feel loved, always.

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