#it was supposed to be turned in today but i couldnt finish it in time so the teacher was kind enough to let me take it home and finish it

[intramoon]

She could be tying her hair back for any number of reasons ...

[orcelito]

My brain is. Goop. Running at about quarter speed right now. It's a little bit embarrassing, actually.

[screamingmorton]

the type of shit they be having you do for health class😭

[w2soneshots]

could you do something like the 24hr karting race and shes a driver for senor frogs, she finishes her stint and then like the new video they couldnt find the bed in the rv or whatever so they go into quadrants and theres only one bed and both her and harry need sleep si they have to share?? sorry im so bad at explaining

We’ll have to share -W2S

words: 1.5k+

warnings: unestablished relationship, spooning.

summary: while filming the annual señor frogs 24 hour go cart race you and Harry end up having to share a bed, but nether of you mind since your both majorly crushing on the other.

notes: hello love!🤗 I decided to write this asap even though I have so many requests but I wanted to get this out before everyone gets over the señor frogs high (If you get what I’m saying?). Anyways, enjoy!!💓🏎️

Today I'm driving for señor frogs in the annual twenty four hour go cart race. I woke up early this morning, took a quick shower, got ready, packed a small bag and then set off. It took almost two hours to get to Buckmoore Park and I arrived just after ten, ready for the practice that starts at ten thirty.

I've know the boys for years and are good friends with them all. After they dropped Callux from the team they asked if I would participate this year and after seeing how fun it looked last year I couldn't say no. I've done lots of practice in the last few weeks and I'm actually pretty good. I used to race with my friends for fun when I was younger but that's about all the experience I've had.

When I arrived I parked my car then signed in at the front desk. "Hey! You're here!" Chip's voice echoed through the reception. A smile spread across my face. We shared a quick hug then he walked me to our green room.

Harry, Chris, Will and Freezy stood talking. They turned to me as we entered. "Hi guys!" I set my bag down. I glanced at Harry, he smiled softly at me. They all said their "hello's" then we started talking about the plan for the twenty four hours.

Unfortunately the weather forecast wasn't ideal since it was supposed to rain for almost the entire time but that made it more interesting and fun to watch.

We sent Chip and Plum out for the practice and once that was done it was time for the race to begin. We were starting off with Chris. After getting into our suits all of us walked out onto the track. I pulled mine down so that it rested at my waist and I wore a comfortable black tank top underneath.

Once we'd finished doing some interviews the group headed back upstairs onto the balcony to watch as the race began. As soon as the flag was waved Chris raced over to the cart, accidentally kicking another racer on the way. Harry pushed the cart to give him a boost then he drove swiftly off, along with everyone else.

When twelve am hit it was finally my turn. I suited up and grabbed my helmet. I stepped outside onto the deck, Harry just behind me (who'd already done his first stint, just before Plum went out). "Jesus Christ it's hammering it down." I looked out at the soaked and slippery track. He placed his hands on my shoulder, squeezing. "You'll be fine," he reassured me.

I quickly walked down the stairs, taking a deep breath when I got to the bottom. I looked back up at Harry. He put his two thumbs up. I smiled softly, nodding. "I can do this. Let's hope I don't completely embarrass myself." I thought.

"Nervous?" The camera man asked as I waited. "To be honest I'm shitting myself," I replied with a shaky laugh. Plum pulled in and immediately jumped out, he gave me a quick wave as I passed him. I adjusted the seat insert, got in and then drove off.

As soon as I set off I heard Freezy in the earpiece. He was talking about what place I was and how carful I needed to be on the turns. I could barely concentrate since I was focusing on not spinning out and it didn't help that I couldn't really see out of my visor.

Around an hour in I'd gotten used to it and was now much calmer. I hadn't heard anything through the communications for a while then I suddenly heard Harry's voice. He told me that Freezy had gone for a snooze and that he was replacing him.

"That was really good, one minute nine seconds. Try and keep up that time," he said as I finished another lap. The rain was starting to pick up. "It's so fucking slippy!" I felt as though I wasn't in control, the wheels were spinning everywhere. I just desperately didn't want to spin out and let the boys down.

When I was finally told to come in I felt so relieved. I had no idea what place we were or how I'd done. I practically stumbled out, my legs and bum asleep from sitting in the same position for two hours. I pulled my helmet off as I passed Chip.

When I got to the boys I was met with what seemed to be happy faces. "We're fucking second place in class!" Freezy patted my back excitedly. Harry smiled wildly at me. "I told you you'd be fine." I smiled back at him, relieved that I hadn't fucked everything up.

I was completely soaked so I went to get changed into some comfy clothes that I could sleep in. Plum, Will and Chris had already gone to bed and me and Harry were going to do the same as it was now around two in the morning.

We walked together to quadrants bus, since there wasn't a proper bed in the one Chip had rented and they'd kindly said we could sleep in there's. When we got inside, out of the rain we quietly walked down the hall. I turned to look at him, my eyes slightly wider than a minute ago. "Is there only one bed left?"

"Shit. I think so," he replied before looking around to check again. "What are we gonna do?" I whispered. "Uh- you can have it." My brows knitted together. "No, don't be daft. They're pretty big... we could share?" I was really hoping I hadn't just embarrassed myself.

Harry's face turned red, though I couldn't really tell due to the dim lights. "Uh- uhm- yeah. Okay," he stuttered. I smiled slightly. "Come on then. I'm exhausted."

He got in first. It was slightly awkward since the last bed was at the bottom and practically on the floor. I slid in after, both now on our sides, my back facing his front. Turns out they were smaller than they looked.

Evidently Harry didn't know what to do with his hands, they were sort of hovering over my side. I smirked to myself then grabbed his hand, placing it around me my waist. I shuffled into him comfortably. I felt him physically relax. "You sure this is okay?" He asked quietly. "I'm sure."

I've had a massive crush on Harry since a few months ago when we spent the entire night together at a party nether of us wanted to be at. I laughed more than I had in a while that night and I really enjoyed spending time with him.

I was woken up a few hours later by Chip giggling. My eyes fluttered open and a small tired groan escaped from my lips. "You alright there love? Comfy?" He chuckled quietly, as people were still asleep. I was confused then I realised I was still pressed up against Harry.

Harry shuffled behind me, mumbling something and then shooting up. A loud bang was heard as he whacked his head on the roof of the bed. "Ow." He fell back onto the pillow and brought his hand up to rub his head. Chip laughed even more.

We got out and stood up. I sighed before glancing at Harry. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, he looked slightly uncomfortable. Chip continued to tease us as we walked back to the green room and he immediately told Freezy and Chris that he'd found us asleep together.

"I knew it! You like each other!" Freezy exclaimed, standing up. My eyes widened. "Uh-" "you guessed it," Harry replied, interrupting me. My head snapped over to him. "You like me?" I blurted out. The room fell silent. "Uhm- yeah- yeah I think I do." My face softened. Freezy chuckled with a smirk.

It turns out they wanted Harry to get back in the cart once again, which he wasn't very happy about. But he ended up agreeing and he got back into his suit. I stood next to him on the balcony, both of us leaning our forearms on the barrier as we waited for the signal that it was his turn to go out.

"I like you too. Just so you know." I said, not taking my eyes off the track. "You do?" He turned to me, surprise evident on his face. I looked at him sincerely. "Mhm, ever since that party last month." A smile graced his lips. "So... did you wanna go for lunch or something after this?" He asked. "Are you asking me on a date Mr Lewis?" I teased. He chuckled. I gently nudged his side with my elbow. "I'd really like that."

"Harry! Time to go!" Chip shouted. I glanced at Chip then looked up at Harry, pushing onto my tiptoes and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Good luck!" I whispered. He smirked. "I'll see you in a bit." I nodded before patting his chest.

I watched as he quickly walked down the stairs then I turned to go back inside. I stopped as I noticed Freezy through the window. He raised his eyebrows with a mischievous look on his face. I groaned but I didn't really mind that he'd seen mine and Harry's encounter, all I could think about was the date I was going on in a few hours.

[exhaslo]

Miguel Bday Drabble

So apparently it's Miguel's Birthday??? I literally hunted the internet to find out, but fuck it. Here is just a pure horny drabble for him 😏

The present before you was going to be as good as it got. It wasn't the best, but to be fair you only found out about Miguel's birthday today. Actually, you weren't even supposed to know. It was a slip of the tongue by Peter at the Spider Society. Either way, you were going to take advantage of it. Miguel was your crush!

You skipped into his office, hearing nothing but ferious tapping. He was working hard again. Hopefully, this present will cheer him up somehow.

"Excuse me, Miguel? Are you busy?" You called out to him.

Miguel let out a heavy sigh upon hearing your voice. Now was not a good time for you to show up. He was running on coffee from 3 days of no sleep and sexual frustration. All Miguel wanted was to finish this last anomaly report and go home. At least it was just you, but that was not going to help him with horniess.

"(Y/n), I'm a little busy," He said lowly. You pouted,

"I brought you a birthday present."

Miguel's ears perked up. Was it really his birthday already? That explained the missed phone calls from his brother and others. Great. Jumping down from his platform, Miguel made his way towards you. You, with that skin tight suit on. You with that gleam in your eyes. You with that sweet scent that turned him on more.

"Thanks, I completely forgot." Miguel muttered as his hands stroked yours while grabbing the gift, "You didn't have to get me anything."

"But I wanted to! If you ever need anything...just ask..." You glanced away from his intense stare. God he was so hot.

"Anything?" Now the horny was talking.

Miguel grabbed your hand, placing it near his mouth. He watched your eager gaze with anticipation. He bit down on your fingers, watching your cheeks flush. That sweet smell you gave off getting stronger. Anything. You were just as horny as he was.

"I may ask for something unreasonable," Miguel licked the palm of your hand, his other placing the gift down to grab your waist, "Are you still willing?"

"Y-You're the birthday boy."

"Dios mio. (My god)"

In the next moment, Miguel had you laying against his desk up on his platform. You were a moaning mess as he pumped two fingers into your soaked pussy. Miguel was leaning marks all over your body with your torn up suit beneth you. You couldnt think about much, except how good his finger felt inside you. With a sudden curl, you arched ypur back, crying out your first orgasm.

Miguel only responded in a chuckle. He took his fingers out and licked them clean. His pupils were dilated as he focused on his cock entering your throbbing pussy. You spread your legs out for him, giving him pernission to ravish you. To make you his. How nice and obiedent you were.

"So tight, nh" Miguel groaned as he held your waist, pushing his cock inside your folds.

"M-Mig-" You whimpered, feeling his tip alone stretching you out.

You body was struggling to adjust as Miguel kept shoving his cock inside you. He was so big. Every time you clentch down you felt more of him enter. Drool rolled down the side of your mouth, knowing that he was going to wreck you. His little drabbles in Spanish were making you wetter too. Gasping, you felt Miguel hit you so deep that it made you see stars.

"Finally, all the way in. Look at how well you take my cock. A perfect fit." Miguel smirked, "Made just for me. I'm going to fuck you so good that you'd wish it was my birthday everyday."

"M-Miguel...I-It can....be" You admitted, enjoying his long, thick cock inside you.

That alone made something in Miguel snap. He gripped your hips tightly, thrusting his dick inside you deeper. You moaned loudly before gasping as he started to slap his hips roughly into you. His tip slamming into your cervix with each thrust. You threw your head back as Miguel went feral against your pussy. His cock was pounding you so good that allyou good was moan his name.

"You want my dick everyday, huh? You want to be my personal slut. God, what a good fucking girl you are. Your pussy just keeps sucking me in for more. I'll fill your womb full of my cum, is that what you want?" Miguel was starting to get pussy drunk. He needed this.

"Y-YES!" You cried out, cumming hard.

Miguel grunted as you tighten around him. A white ring forming against hiscock from your juices. Of course, you wanted his cum. Miguel slapped him balls deep before givinf you your first fill. He watched as yoir body trembled.

"Dont relax yet. I still have a full hours left of my birthday." Miguel started to thrust into your abused hole once more, "I'm going to make sure you know who you belong to now."

"Y-Yes, Miguel!"

Needless to say, Miguel kept you at the Spider Society until late at night.

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😍 Happy Birthday to our favorite Spider-Man! Kinktober update will be tmw! Happy Friday the 13th!

[lili863]

Mrs.Gaunt

An: Whats up, whats up what up!! Lol, I AM BACK YALL! I have been working on a couple of works with Ominis and Sebastian, which I will release shortly! My summer classes are over, and I will be updating a bit more, and I AM REALLY EXCITED! This was supposed to be just a small drabble, but I got carried away again as usual.

Warning: NSFW! Mature, smut, characters aged up!

You and Ominis were engaged a couple of years after hogwarts living happily together in your home in the highlands.

Ominis loved you to pieces, and so did you. Everything was perfect to you. The dynamic you guys had, the sex, the conversations, it was as if Ominis was your soulmate and you couldn't be happier.

Ominis, of course, felt the same. Except....there were some things bothering him that he didn't find the courage to tell you yet.

Ever since he was engaged to such a famous and powerful person like you, things changed. Not only were you known for being a hero, but you were also known for your beauty, which he could not physically see.

Everyone in hogwarts and in his job as auror told him alike. How gorgeous you were. How lucky he was to have someone as beautiful as you.

And constantly hearing you being described in hushed voices by unsavory men. He already knew before anyone how beautiful you were. And he knew he was beyond fortunate to have someone like you be his to be wife.

But he couldnt help the green that overcame him. He was protective of you already, knowing even you became uncomfortable with the stares and compliments.

But you were his only. You were his to love, cherish and fuck and nobody could do a damn thing about it.

And all these fake flattery in an attempt to talk to talk about his future wife nearly made go mad.

It stirred a side to him that he would always try to hide, at least from you.

It was everything that ultimately in the end..made him a gaunt.

Dark, selfish, and aggressive.

Most of the time, he would battle it during sex with you. He wanted to be gentle. To be loving. After all, it was all you deserved. But your sweet moans and constant teasing always pushed him to the edge of the cliff until he had to finish you quickly and excuse himself before things always got too far.

But today was topped everything else hes ever heard in his life and he's had enough of it.

You heard the door to your home open and close rather aggressively making you jump startled.

You quickly debated whether you should put on some clothes, as you were only wrapped in your towel after your shower but you were too curious as what was going on down stairs.

Quickly putting your brush down, you walked of your shared bedroom and down the stairs.

"Ominis..is that you" you called out.

No reply came.

Furrowing your eye brows, you started speedwalking down the rest of your flight only to meet your lover sitting by the fire and pouring himself a drink.

You already knew at the sight, something was wrong.

Ominis would never not greet you when he came home.

And his quiet deamenor only served to worry you as you walked closer to his figure.

He had already taken off his coat and vest, which was sprawled around the chair on his left. His hair was a little disheveled, unlike his tidy appearance.

You took a deep breath and sat down next to him.

His eyes were cast downward, his left hand slightly swirling the drink before downing it on go.

You watched him quietly before moving closer and placing a hand on his thigh.

His fingers squeezed the glass and you see his jaw harden.

Geez, perhaps hard day was an understatment. Something was definitely was going on. You thought.

"Hey" you whispered sweetly.

"Whats wrong love" you brought your other hand to jaw and gently turned it you when a gasp left your lips at the sight.

There was blood all over the side of his face. He spattered across his face and what looked like some fresh wounds that were still trickling down the side of his neck

"Oh my goodness...Ominis what happened"?!

The man gently grabbed your hands and pulled away.

"Nothing"

Hia dry answer left you even more alarmed as you warch him set his drink down and get up to walk away.

You quickly grabbed his hands and forcefully tugged him back on the couch.

"I dont think so. You cant just look like this and walk away from expecting me to be fine with it" you said sternly.

You were going to get to the bottom of this and find out who it was.

The man glared at you softly "I slipped. And had a bad day at work...so please just...leave me alone for a bit"

You laughed in disbelief at his excuse.

"Is that so". You were about to give him a piece of your mind for thinking you were dumb enough to fall for it when suddenly your anger vanished.

You saw the injuries on your man and knew the last thing he needed was for you to be yelling at him.

With a deep sigh, you patted his thigh and told him, "Stay here for a few minutes. Let me at least take care of that. And then...Ill give you some space. "

You got up from your spot to grab a wiggenwald vial and some other supplies.

Ominis face softened at the change in your deamoner as guilt filled him. He knew he shouldn't have said that to you and tried to walk away. Of course you were going to get angry. He would have as well.

He ran a finger through his hair, frustrated, while you rummaged your kitchen cabinets for the supplies.

After a few minutes you walked back to the couch and set the supplies down.

"Here, drink this." You handed him the vial of wiggenwald while dampening the small towel in some water.

Ominis did as you asked of him and downed the potion in go.

You watched the small bruises and cuts slowly heal until they were barely visible and all that was left the dried uo blood. Sighing in relief, you brought the towel to his neck and gently tried to wipe off the blood carefully. In case there were some open wounds, the wiggenwald failed to heal properly.

"So...what the other guy look like"?

Ominis let your question sink in for a moment before realizing that you were of course not fooled with his failire of an excuse.

He scoffed softly and shook his head. "They had to transfer him to st.mungos this evening. Apparently, he was going to stay there for a while"

"Oof. That is rough. This is why I never brought you to my fights with other wizards you know"

His face shone with light amusment "What do you mean"?

"Well I needed them coherent to be able to interogate them"

Ominis let out a breathy chuckle.

You smiled, a little relieved he was doing okay. You wanted to ask him what the fight was about when his hands reached out to cup your face.

"...I am sorry".

You touched the hand on your cheeks in reassurance. "We all have our bad days, Ominis. There's nothing to be sorry about".

You two stayed like that for a while in silence. Just taking in each others company until Ominis broke it.

"He wanted to touch you".

The small smile in face dropped at the statment.

"..What"?

"I heard him talking in the men's room"

You sat uo straight trying to piece together what Ominis meant.

"That prick was laughing with his croonies about how he would jump at any chance he had to take you away from me. And I wouldnt even see it since I am..blind"

You swore your heart felt your heart stop at his words.

Not because of that jerk, but at how Ominis probably felt hearing those words.

You were harassed pretty much most of your life. By now you were used to it. But with your shared lives Ominis was now facing the brunt of it as well.

"So I confronted him. Broke a couple of his bones...and made him beg for his life after making him swear he wouldnt even think about you again. I would know..since I can read simpltons like him like a book"

Caught off gaurd, you sat there with wide eyes at the mention of legillemens ability.

"And then I told him and his croonies to fuck off and spread the message" Ominis chuckled darkly.

"After that prick was gone, I made sure everyone knew by the end of the night that I was not a man of infinite paitence"

You held your breath at his words.

Ominis took the towel your hands, throwing it on the table in front of you before reaching out to grab your hips.

You let out a trembling sigh, a little intimidated by his aura.

This felt different.

With a firm tug you found your self on his lap straddling him.

"I bet he wished he could have you like this, but he can't can he, because your mine"

You sighed and leaned down, hovering over his face. "Is that what this is all about, darling"?

"This is what it's always been about. And I shouldn't have kept quiet about it"

"Ominis..."

Your husband faced you with a serious expression. He needed to hear you say this after a long torturus day.

And you knew it.

You leaned closer until your foreheads touched.

"I am yours"

Ominis crashed his lips onto yours not giving you a chance to breath.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, and you instinctively wound your arms around his neck, drawing him closer. His head tilted, guiding the kiss into deeper, more intimate territory. A low, unrestrained moan of pleasure vibrated between your lips as Ominis's tongue boldly invaded your mouth, asserting dominance over the passionate exchange.

His grip on your hips tightened, asserting his control, and he guided your movements, pushing you onto his hard erection. The sensations sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you gasp into the kiss, unable to resist the enticing pull of desire between you.

You gasped lightly and started a slow grind against him, his hands trailing under your towel to find you completely bare. Breaking the kiss, you blushed, a hint of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. You grabbed his arms and sighed against him, "Um... I didn't have time to put any clothes on," you laughed slightly.

Ominis smirked grabbing the hem of the towels "Perfect".

Without another word, his fingers hooked underneath the towel, unwrapping it as the fabric pooled around your waist. He grabbed the towel and flung it somewhere in the room before wrapping his hands around your waist and tugging you closer, leaving searing kisses down your chest. You gasped, arching your back, giving him more access.

"Ahh...."

His lips trailed down your sternum, then moved to the nub of your right breast, enveloping it with his mouth before flicking it with his tongue, eliciting a shiver from you. Meanwhile, his hand grasped your other nub, kneading it as you ran your fingers through his disheveled hair.

"Ahhh..fuck Ominis..." you began to grind on him again as he harshly sucked your mounds and played with nubs in between his teeth.

You traced one of your hands down to his shirt to unbotton them when he grabbed them before you could.

"Leave it".

The curt command had you whine in frustration, "But I wanna touch you-"

"No. I just need you right now, please, MC...".

Before you could protest you felt his palm slide down your tummy before reaching your bare cunt.

His fingers dove down to immediately swipe your folds, groaning at the slickness. You gasped fisting his collars at the senseation.

"Fuck..your soaking" he grunted.

A startled gasp escaped your lips as his finger deliberately brushed against your sensitive clit, eliciting an immediate jolt of pleasure that made you jump. He reveled in your reactions, his touch expertly alternating between deliberate swipes and tantalizing flicks against your throbbing nub. Each movement sent waves of electrifying sensation coursing through you, leaving you unable to contain the moans that escaped your lips.

"If your colleagues know what's good for them, they'd do well to remember who you belong to and keep their mouths shut."

The darkness that laced his venomous tone was one you were unfamiliar with, but one you knew not mess with. Ominis was serious. And you had to be too, knowing he was a man of his word. Besides, ..last thing you needed was your husband being sent to azkaban for killing a wizard for being a flirty shamless prick.

"They'll k-know darling ahh-"!

His digits rubbed your clits sensually keeping a consistent unbearbale amount of pressure-'fuck'

You were so close.

"Will they now? And how exactly will that happen? Willl you show them the love marks on your neck..."

Your breath hitched as his low tone and his corrupted magical aura began to suffocate you.

"Or your inability to walk properly after I fuck you senseless"..

Was this really your husband? The gentle man who would soothingly stroke your hair every morning and give you sweet pecks while uttering loving words of affection.

Your thoughts scattered as Ominis reclined leisurely against the couch, effortlessly pulling you down to join him. With determination, he firmly grasped a handful of your hair, tilting your head back, exposing your neck to him. His other hand moved with a swift grace, tracing along your curves until it reached your heated slit from behind.

Without any forewarning, he thrust a finger inside you, sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through your body. The sudden and unexpected sensation left you breathless, your mind now fully consumed by the intoxicating rush of desire.

"Mmpph! Ff-fuck!" you gasped.

You were wet enough for the pleasure to hit you immediately as he pumped his fingers, instantly setting a brutal pace. The forceful pace he set ignited a searing fire within you, causing your eyes to flutter and your world to blur at the mind numbing pleasure he was delivering.

It was overwhelming, as Ominis claimed your neck, marking while his fingers continued their relentless assault, driving you to the edge of bliss.

You were physically outmatched in every way possible. So you sat there, squirming, crying and taking whatever he gave you.

The knot in your stomach was tightening with every second as Ominis brought your lips to his in a brusing kiss, ravishing your soft lips hungrily.

In his mind, you werent just his wife, you were his soul mate. You were his reason and sanity to keep him from burning everything to the ground in a mindless rage from years of abuse and helplessness he had felt with his family and people around him.

So the world should be thankful you existed. And terrified to have messed with one the reason that kept him from wrecking havoc.

As Ominis pumped his fingers harder and faster, your voice escalated. His other hand joined in, skillfully flicking your clit before rubbing it in tandem. The pleasure engulfed you entirely, and in an instant, you reached your peak, letting out a euphoric scream as the powerful waves of release crashed through you, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed by the throbbing sensations of hot pleasure.

You slumped against him as he let you ride out your high, giving tender kisses at every inch of exposed skin available.

To him, this was all he needed.

You.

Ominis kissed your cheeks lovingly before moving to whisper into your ear "You know what kept me from breaking that fucker wand and piercing his heart with the green bolt"?

The contradiction of his dark sinister words and loving back strokes was shocking to you. But nevertheless you didnt make move nor sound, intended on hearing him out.

"It was knowing he was pining after you for years, and yet I was the one you loved even after hogwarts"

A small giggle escaped your lips before you raised your head to his face "Thats right. It you Ominis. It has been and always will. So please dont get into anymore fights like this. It scares me"

The man grabbed your hips and brought you down onto the couch with smirk.

"As long as they keep their tainted hands and eyes off of you I wont"

You sighed grabbing his shoulder "Ominis-"

"I wont hear no more. Right now I just want to taste you".

A feverish surge ran through you face as he grabbed you legs and spread wide, exposing your gushing cunt to his face.

It was just seconds before you felt his tongue delve right between your slick folds, and you became a whining mess again, writhing and screaming in pleasure.

....And oblivious to the fact that the blood he came into your house with..wasnt his...

[thatgirliehan]

reflection: Her

Description: An idol who loves art and a museum curator who makes art. With their slightly crazy friends, a 9-week deadline , a world tour, and a big secret, what could possibly go wrong?

NOTE: This is a fanfiction. Any resemblance to actual people is a coincidence. This story is from my brain and not real life.

My phone dinged right as I got off the bus. I glanced down as I start walking, it was a calendar alert "BTS concert TOMORROW". My heart skipped a beat and I couldnt help but do a quick happy dance. It's finaly happening, the thing I had been waiting on for MONTHS was finally tomorrow! With that happy reminder in the back of my head I waltzed through the doors of the museum where I worked, ready to start another day, a little happier than normal. "Good morning y/n", said Bill the front door guard "you seem a lot more awake today than normal, finally get coffee before work?" "Ha. Ha. Ha Bill, you're hilarious! The concert I've been waiting absolute months for is finally tomorrow, I'm just super excited!" "Oh, those pretty boys you constantly listen to, right?" said Bill. "Theyre called BTS Bill" I mumbled under my breath. Bill is about 70 years old and is like my work Grandpa. I love him to death, but he doesnt really get the whole kpop thing, he's more of a Willy Nelson type.

"Well, I need to go!" I said as I started walking away. "With the head curator and the other junior curator off at a conference for the rest of the week, I was the one basically running the museum. I was freaking out at first when they told me that they were BOTH going, I mean, I've only been working here 2 years, and I am the junior, JUNIOR curator. That means I get the fun jobs of writing up the placks for the art, or at most dusting the art. I'm not even allowed to touch the art by myself yet, you have to be a junior curator for that.

I get to my desk, because junior JUNIOR curators dont have an office, just a desk in the supply room (closet) and set my purse down on my desk. It was 30 minutes to 10, which was when we opened. I still had time to dust the main exhibit and turn on all the lights before I had to open the doors. My art museum was a small one, but we had a few really good pieces from some very famous artists, so we drew a modest crowd every day. Honestly, I was really lucky to have this job. Not many people get their dream job right out of college. I popped in an airpod and turned on my favorite cleaning playlist. Mic drop shuffled on first so of course I danced the chorus as I dusted, dropping my duster at the end of the song like Suga.

I finish up all of my opening tasks and head back to the front desk, as I'm straightening some pamphlets in the front desk, I hear my phone chime. I look down at the screen and see an alert that says "Sorry y/n, I'm throwing up everywhere, I'm not gonna make it to work today. Xoxo Minha" "Greaaaatttttttttttttttttttttttt", I think, my good mood vanishing in a flash, I'm completely alone today. Minha is my friend and a year younger than me, she works the front desk. With her gone, I'm going to have to do her job...and then it hits me. I'm ALONE. And I'm supposed to be researching and writing the placks for the new exhibit thats coming next week. Greattttttttttttt. I check the time, 5 minutes before opening. "Shiitttttttttttttrake mushrooms" I mutter under my breath as I run to my office...ok desk....and frantically grab my laptop, planner, 3 enormous reference books and my pouch and run back to the front desk. Looks like I'm going to be doing both today. "Curse you Minha", I think to myself as I drop everything on the front desk. I check my phone and I still have 3 and a half minutes till opening. Which is good, because since I hadn't expected to be at the front desk, I had only done minimal makeups....and in my personal experience, people were nicer when I had a more girly makeup style. I grabbed my pouch and got out my favorite (fine, only) yves saint laurent lip tint, it was a beautiful shiny coral pink color and it made me feel like I was a member of twice. I popped it on my lips and went to unlock the door. If I was lucky, maybe it would be an extra slow day and I would be able to get the rest of the placks done.

I....was not lucky. It was a very busy morning. So busy that I didn't have a single minute to even look at my reference books until 12:30. There was finally a lull as the morning crowd left so I grabbed my reference books and laptop and got to work typing up those placks. I was so engrossed in my research that I didnt notice someone had walked up to the front desk until I heard "uh, excuse me". I was so startled that I let out a high pitched yelp, jumping out of my chair, knocking it over.

Standing at the front desk was a boy. Man? He was very tall, wearing fashionable street wear, a baseball cap that shieled his eyes and a mask covering the lower half of his face.

"Ohmygoodness, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize anyone was there!" I said quickly, closing my laptop and picking my chair up from the ground.

"Uh...sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you" the man said in a low, soft voice.

[spkyspc]

drizzle

for once in my life, i finally asked him out. it's quite a ride really, we had our ups and downs but for once, its official. well, not yet at least, but a date is a start to it; that being a few minutes later so. all i could do as of now is just wait. he's always been a little shy in the brinks of our eyes meeting, but i hope today changes that thought of his - it just has to. a change in our ever-so-cycling routine of constant interactions, it's about time.

it's 8pm and drizzle began to drip down as the night sky shuts its starry gaze with a camouflaging haze. at that point, i was already near arriving the supposed place of where everything should unfold. its a pity really; i didn't bring an umbrella and what else a ruiner it is that an outfit meant to please the eye be ruined by smudges of small drops and stops.

as i stepped out of the cab i ordered; giving the payment for my ride, i felt this uneasy feeling of warmth and shiver - two sets of emotion polar opposite to eachother yet are intertwined at this moment on. expecting the light from the cafe shine onto the car instead blocked by a shadow. with instinct, i turn around to not be surprised by the gentleman who we offered dinner to.

i say so as i know it's one of his attempts to persuade, but let me remind you it isn't yet the main event

"can't stay wet yet, you know," he says. "save that thought for after-dinner at least". silence fills the room until he breaks into laughter while taking back his words into a joke.

i love that about him

we've been friends for quite some time, hearing stuff like this is normal - though an occasion as this? i can't help but think different of it

as we escort ourselves to the entrance of the cafe, we ask whether seats are available; no, says the receptionist. "wait, I thought you did the reservations," i say. "but you asked me out???," reply he.

as our eyes lock during a stressful exchange, a conclusion was set that a change of plans had to be made. we apologised immediately to the receptionist and bid our fairwell amidst the rain.

so, what now?

the rain is beginning to catch on into a more intense weather; leaving us two in the rain beneath a singular umbrella. drips, tacks and taps could be heard from the umbrella; the cold breeze finishes as the cherry on top, but what stops me from thinking of those struggles is just being beside him.

he's warm, so very warm. i could listen to his heavy breathing despite the loud shudders of the surroundings - you could say it's alarming. from this on, all i wanted to do was just get closer to him. feel all the more warmer, i want him to be my blanket or at least just a hug is enough.

i couldnt help but get lost in thought until he began to speak his mind - "you know, we should really find something to do before things get worse, maybe find cover or at least the nearest restaurant? it doesnt need to be fancy."

"you hungry?" i ask

"not really," he answered, then in a panic: "but let's not waste any more time, we gotta find someplace before it all goes away"

"right," i say. i take my phone out and start loo-

all of sudden, my hand was dragged - we're both running now. phone still being held; the umbrella was shut closed and whats left is just us two sprinting through the rain ontop of the city pavement.

he's laughing, and i can't help but chuckle a bit as well. his hand wrapped around my wrist, all i could focus of now is just the sight of him and me running through the streets. the city lights shunning our eyes uniformly as we pass through them one by one.

as we ran, i asked while out of breath "where are we going?"

"no idea!!!!" he replied with a burst of ecstasy.

editor's note: sooo uhhhh this is my first ever post and one shot, if there's anything that u guys think i should write or maybe if u wanna share ur thoughts, feel free to say anything! also, im a bit new to tumblr so pls do share on what i should do and most importantly, hope u enjoyed this one shot :D

[baby--b4t]

hihi its anon dimi !!! M widdle rite now hehe could I get a cg!diluc who has both a kitty regressor Kaeya and a fem (she/they pronouns) young toddler (like 2-3) regressor on a “lazy” day at the winery? 🥺

-anon dimi

hey kiddo! i never thought about kitty regressor kaeya but i definitely feel like he would try to be mischievous and get into things hes not supposed to (๑¯ω¯๑) i tried my best to kinda show that here hehe

Diluc was used to being a caregiver for you and Kaeya. It got out of hand sometimes, but he was good about keeping both of you in his sight and out of trouble.

Today was rather relaxed, the three of you calmly existing in the winery. Diluc was normally bombarded with work-related matters, but he had nothing to do for the rest of the day today. It was good timing too. Someone had to keep a certain kitty and a certain toddler from letting their curiosity get the best of them.

“Kaeya, dont scratch at that.” Diluc warned calmly, watching as Kaeya tried picking at a loose string in the rug. Kaeya looked pretty unamused, but he stopped. Instead, he crawled up to the couch where you and Diluc sat, demanding attention from Diluc.

The two of you had been reading a book you loved together to pass the time. Diluc tried to keep reading the book to you and pet Kaeya, but Kaeya didnt seem pleased with just that. He made a small whine-like noise and pushed his head against Dilucs arm. He hoped then that Diluc would pay more attention to him. All it really did was make the man sigh.

“Wait your turn, bubs. Im reading with her right now. We can cuddle when were done with the book.” Diluc tried to calmly explain to Kaeya, but Kaeyas kitty brain just wasnt having it. He sat on the ground in front of Diluc and just glared at him, silently cursing him. You noticed the look on Kaeyas face and couldnt help but giggle.

“Grumpy kitty.” You mumbled behind your pacifier. Diluc glanced at you, then at Kaeya. His face fell a bit as he saw what you were giggling at. Finally, he moved his arm and pat the couch next to him.

“Alright, alright. Come on up here and Ill love on you too.” Diluc chuckled, watching Kaeyas whole attitude do a 180. He happily jumped up onto the couch and nuzzled into Dilucs chest, letting out a content sound as he felt an arm wrap around his middle.

“Now, where were we?” Diluc asked you, focusing back on the book. He continued reading once he found his spot, one arm around Kaeya and one hand holding your book. You began to lean against him too, feeling a bit sleepy from all of the reading.

It was only once Diluc finished the book that he realized he was trapped between a sleeping cat and toddler.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Could you write a one shot with quentin in the nephew au?

Sorry that this took so long!

This is set some time between the kraven kidnapping and the laufey kidnapping. 

Quentin hums as he pulls the needle in and out, working slowly as his mind fixates on what he is doing. His legs swing slightly as he keeps up a steady rhythm of pulling the needle in and out. He can feel eyes on him but there is no interruption to his work so he makes no move to acknowledge it. 

He is sitting in Otto’s lab, working on a stuffed animal. The worried looks from everyone had become a bit much, so he is spending his day off at Otto and Adrian’s lab with their permission. He puffs out his cheeks as he pulls the needle through a little more harshly as his thoughts fixate on the concern that leaked off of everyone all the time. 

He gets it. He would also be worried if Harry had been kidnapped. More than once. But he also knows that Harry can take care of himself and that at some point, to not drive the person crazy, you had to let him breathe. He narrows his eyes at the finished seam and tucks the needle through the cloth and creates a knot to hold the thread in place. A quick snip and then he tucks the needle into a pincushion. He starts turning the material on itself so that the stitchwork is now on the inside of the thing. The eyes on him shift away and Quinten allows his motions to be a little angrier.

They had already done everything that they could do to try and prevent him from being taken again. Trackers, check-ins, and almost near-constant companionship. When he leaves today, he would be having someone picking him up. Probably O’Hirn or Steve. It feels a lot like he is the one who committed the crime rather than being a victim. 

He pushes stuffing into the head of the little red hare he is making for Harry. It probably did not make Tinkerer feel better that Quentin chose to spend today with Otto. But at least he is somewhat left alone here. The illusionist sews up the head and then works on attaching the two ears onto the seams to hide the thread. 

“Quentin?”

Quentin swears to God if Otto asks if he is alright, he is going off the grid and hiding in Dr. Strange’s library for a weak.

“Hmm?”

He tries to keep the irritation out of his questioning noise.

“I have a technical problem I would like you to look at.”

Oh! Well, that is different. Quentin puts down his personal project and rises to come look at the problem in question. He looks at the design and the code. A piece of scratch paper is soon filled with his thoughts and he generates a solution. He shows Otto who nods and immediately starts implementing it. Quentin shifts back to working on the stuffed animal.

“Why a bakery?”

Quentin blinks at the unexpected question. Otto looks at him with a tilted head. 

“What do you mean?”

“You could have chosen anything. Technology development and acting included. Or sewing.” Otto gestures to the hare. “But you chose a bakery.”

“I suppose I've always enjoyed baking. It's a stress relief and it is nice to see how it makes people happy. Plus I can always have Harry nearby if I need to which isnt always the case with other jobs.”

Quentin says with a shrug. He then smiles a bit.

“Plus it lets me work with O’Hirn and Steve. And Loki seems to enjoy the space. Im pretty happy with how it has turned out.”

He knows that Otto had offered him a job before. He hopes that this is not another occurrence again. 

“You do seem happy most of the time Quentin.”

Otto says, head tilting the other way. He seems to be studying Quentin. The illusionist smiles.

“I had my time of fun and chaos. But now I got a family to take care of. And I couldnt be happier about that fact. Even if some of them are excessive worrywarts that really should trust me more.”

He ends with an eye roll. Otto gives a small smile at the action. 

“I'm sure they will calm down with time.”

“Like you're any better.”

Otto looks a little offended and Quentin raises an eyebrow.

“You're not sneaky Otto. I’ve caught you piggy-backing off of Tinkerer’s GPS and health monitoring systems more than once.”

The man closes his mouth and Quentin waves his hand through the air.

“I honestly don't mind that too much, but it is hilarious you thought I wouldn't notice. They are my bots after all.”

Not like he is is not constantly monitored by nearly everyone in his life. He’s not even a hero like Peter, who actually goes out and seeks to fight dangerous people. He is just… unlucky. Really unlucky. Otto then speaks.

“Then you'll trust me when I say all the worry is not out of a lack of respect for you or your skills but from a distrust of the world in general. I'm sure you would feel the same with Harry.”

The problem is that he can see himself feeling the same with Harry. His kid wore more than three trackers at any given time and had health monitoring too. Monitering that specifically looked out for magical burnout. He sighs and looks back down at the stuffed hare that is half done.

“I know. I probably would. But, I do need a break from coddling sometimes. Which is why I came here.”

He gives Otto a look and the scientist nods.

“Understood Quentin. Would you like to hear about one of my other projects? I would love to get some of your ideas on how to proceed.”

Quentin nods giving a bright smile in response. 

“Heck yes.”

[pinkseas]

[parasocial bestie] GOOD EVENING BESTIE!!!! CHEERING U ON!!!! although itll take another few days weeks months for u to finish the fic its totally understandable why it takes that long like!! even as an artist, working on a supposed 4 hr art can take Weeks without that energy. it could be me who doesnt write tho but id always think writers have it hardest to do all the brain connecting the Thinking the Gears Moving in their head to figure out every scene every dialog every word that fits to get a perfect imagery of sumn and i respect dat... i respect yew!!!! SO DO UR BEST ALYYYYYY ILYSM YOURE DOING SO GREAT WITH UR CURRENT WORDCOUNT ALREADY 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💖💞💞💕💓💖💓💕💓💖💓💓💓💖💓💕💓💖💓💖💓💓💖💞💕💞💖💓💖💓💖💓 ONTO THE NEXT FEW THOUSAND UR SO CLOSE 👊👊👊👊 BEATS THE BURNOUT BEATS EVERYTHING THAT STOPS U FROM WRITING AND BEING THE BESTEST 👊👊👊💥💥👊💥💥💥👊💥💥💥

NO BC LIKE AS SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T DO ART. i will never ever ever understand how u guys do it. anyone can picture things in their mind to some degree but how in the everloving FUCK do you make that picture REAL>?????????????? proportions shading colors how the FUCK do you do the little glowy thing how do you make it Look Right how do you make it Look Good like. ive been doing creative writing in various ways to various degrees for over a decade now and i am still So Very Mediocre i STILL couldnt explain to you how i do it or how it happens and im sure if i had that same experience with art itd be different but. i do Not have that experience with art. so instead i stare at said art and go Hey Genuinely How The Hell Did You Do That and love it with all my heart

i dont even understand how other writers write like wdym you have a PLOT you have PACING you have proper balance between characters pertaining to who you want to focus on the most/least what do you MEANNNNNN you found the most gorgeous words and turns of phrase to make something sound Exactly write or get an Exact image into someones head like. HELLO ????????????????

dorry that got away from me i may be okay at writing but i am SO very fucking good at rambling every time without fail amen <3

anyways more importnatly GOOD EVENING I LOVE U SO SO SO FUCKING BAD I SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY WENT 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 & then powercry emoji x2345987345 like man. MAN.

onto the next few thousand 😁😁😁 <- words of someone who would KILL to be able to accomplish this tone and such in So Many Fewer Words but who does Not Know How To Do That so ten hundred billion words it is 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

THANK U FOR BEATING UP THE BURNOUT I RLY NEED IT like its barely gotten in the way yet ive taken enough breaks given myself enough time it is just SO FRUSTRATINGGGGGGGGGGG knowing that i need those breaks and need that time like why am i not allowed to just be the specialest person in the whole wide world who never burns out ever hm? hmmm? do i not deserve it have i not suffered enough

not to be soooo silly but i genuinely cannot express how much it means to me and how much it has meant to me from the very first little comment that you just. IDK IDK IDK. you care so much and you're so fucking NICE about it and so passionate about it and EVERY single time we ramble about ANYTHING it inspires and pushes me so much and i love love love talking to you and like. u simply did not need/do not need to be constantly so fucking sweet and encouraging and wonderful about everything all the time ever but then you Are and then i die and and and <- maybe its a good thing i didnt try forcing myself to write too much this morning if this is the way im wording things today 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 idk it is just. ily so bad and i am so so happy and grateful every time i see u in my silly little inbox and to this day i owe u my Life for the thoughts that u have brought to my silly little brain and

yeha. yeah. yeah. Yeah. explodes into a billion pieces

[sunglasses-snake]

I've had a long week;

Tuesday my coworker wanted to be at the pay station, that's where we sell memberships and get good reviews for good customer service. It's our most "service worker" position and typically only goes to like 3 of us cause we the only ones who smell good enough. When my boss told us to switch, cause he made me go in the tunnel, he threw a hissy fit (complete with stomping and screaming) (this is a 43 year old man btw who openly carries a gun off shift) and stormed off leaving me to work a 10 hour shift by myself (closing too btw). It was supposed to only be 6 hours. Didn't get fired either, only written up AGAIN. This is the 7th time in the 5 months I've been working here and he STILL WORKS HERE.

Thursday I'm working with the same coworker. He spends all shift out at the pay station cause our boss isn't here to force him off and I don't want to work alone again. (It's extremely hard, you have to balance like 30 things at once and it's EXHAUSTING). Ended up working by myself anyway cause when I say all shift I mean the hour and a half he was actually "working" while I was here. He spent 20 minutes in the bathroom when I first got there, spent an HOUR AND A HALF polishing his motorcycle and then immediately after he says to me "I'm taking my break" and POOF for the next 30 minutes. Came back in his car and proceeded to smoke weed for the rest of shift. When time to close came, he took 40 minutes to spray the tunnel, the easiest job btw, and I had to do everything else. I couldnt leave until he is done either. He lives 3 minutes away. I HAVE A 40 MINUTE WALK.

Friday was a normal day until SOMEONE TRIED TO HIT ME WITH THEIR CAR. "Oh they probably didn't see you" said the police. The only reason I'm alive is cause their tires did a slight burnout before they started moving making a loud screech that warned me.

Yesterday I got yelled at by my gm cause my boss threw me under the bus. She said I was the reason sales were so low last month, that I was lazy out at the pay station. I have the most sales but she takes credit for like 70% of mine cause she refuses to let me put them in. I got yelled at and written up. Later that day I get a text from my ex asking to hang out. I said no cause that usually means she's gonna try and take some money from me. Then a (I'm not saying this to shame her, just point out she was *quite* a character) bright pink Mercedes-Benz wouldn't stop and pulled onto a roller that was actively coming out and it ripped her bumper off and fucked up the base plate on our machine. So now I had to file an incident report and fix the base plate. The incident report took 20 minutes which is like really fast, the lady who was dressed in a skintight bright pink body suit, one of those puffy jackets ALSO bright pink, Bright blond hair and had some of the longest eye lashes I had ever seen, was extremely helpful and was really nice. (Probably the nicest person to me this week). She really helped speed along the process. She admitted on the report that she was not paying attention and was on her phone. She also offered to pay for any damages to the machines, I turned her down cause base plates are easy as fuck to fix. Speaking of the base plate, when I eventually got around to putting that back together I had a customer ( who got a full refund btw) talking to me about how it was unacceptable that he had to wait 15 minutes and didn't even get the wash. Base plate got fixed and work resumed as normal. What was my coworkers doing during that whole thing? Hotboxing the first coworkers mention car. Like... actual hotboxing. On the clock. With zero repercussions. That doesn't even end the day btw, when I got home and finished puking cause of stress (common thing I've talked with my doctor about it, she recommended me my current therapist) I tried to log on to my PS5 and my subscription had run out so I had to ask my sister to pay for it and I'll get her back on Wednesday. More puke.

Today is shaping up to be as bad cause I always sit at a bench down the street to rest my feet before my shift and my coworker who was late got angry at me for not coming in ASAP to help open. I closed last night btw. When I walked up, another coworker saw me, smiled, and immediately stopped doing the towels and left them there for me to do. Wanna know what he went to do? Sit in his car. When I went out to the pay station, he didn't even bother getting out of his car, he just honked and signaled for me to be in the tunnel. Again. Later when my boss asks me why nothing has been sold, I have to explain to her it's cause they sit in their car and put in the bare minimum effort. Hearing that you think "minimum wage minimum effort" they make $16 an hour. That's not minimum wage. *I* make minimum wage. I've been here an hour and a half and I'm about make myself puke on purpose just to go home and fuck these guys over.

[miumura]

ADMIRING YOU ! — CHAPTER 24

24. confession. (written + smau)

WRITTEN PART - WC: 0.6K

it was the day. the day where you were supposed to meet niki at the cafe. you only accepted his request because you only wanted to see jungwon again…and maybe try out his pastries.

-

you greeted jungwon as you entered the cafe. you looked around the cafe and noticed how there were barely anyone besides you and him.

“no customers today?”

“ah no, its a bit weird isnt it?” he awkwardly said.

“hmmm really weird. just waiting for niki, dont mind me!”

as you sat down, you received a text message from niki.

“YNNN!! IM SO SORRY I CANT BE AT THE CAFE WITH YOU ANYMORE </3 I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO!!! HAVE FUN WITH JUNGWON ;)”

you chuckle at his message and quickly responded back.

“ah niki couldnt come. its just us two then?”

“looks like it.”

you notice jungwon walk towards to you with a mochi donut and a note—as always. you smiled. this small gesture was enough to make you gush over him the whole entire day. god how can someone be this cute?

“here! i got you this since its your favorite.”

“thank you jungwon. youre the best really.”

“can i sit next to you?”

“you dont even have to ask!” you giggled “go ahead won”

as you grabbed the note, you noticed how he nervously bit his lip.

there it was, the words i like you. on the note. you didnt expect this at all. is this some sort of joke? the yang jungwon confessing his feelings to you? your crush?? you held the note in shock.

“jungwon…?” you said as you looked over to him. he turned to look at you and began speaking.

“how do i begin? lets say, ive always had a crush on you. ever since i saw you in our first years of high school, ive always found you pretty. i never gathered the courage to go up to you and say hi. you could say ive always been admiring you from afar. somehow, we both managed to become friends after that small interaction in this cafe. as i spent more time with you, my feelings continued to grow even more. all the chats, laughter, and jokes we shared was so meaningful for me. its as if you automatically brightened my life. i was quite scared to say this to you actually. but ive gathered the courage from our friends to say this. so here we are, in this cafe where it holds lots of memories for us.”

“wow jungwon..im shocked. i never knew you had feelings for me this whole time. this is a lot of information to take in-“

“yn its okay if you dont feel the same way. i just thought, you know, to let these feelings out before its too late-“

“jungwon you didnt get a reply from me yet. dont assume things too quickly, will you? won, i appreciate all the time ive spent with you. ever since you entered my life, ive started to believe in love again. to be honest, i thought i would end up being single for the rest of my life. i never thought i would be having feelings like this. i always feel bubbly around you—i cant really explain it. you make me feel so happy and no one has made me feel like this way before. no expression can explain this feeling. jungwon, i like you too.” you smiled.

you saw his eyes lit up as you finished. the both of you were smiling like crazy. this moment was so special. he held your hands and said that sentence you were waiting for.

“will you be my girlfriend?”

“of course.”

-

you never thought this day would arrive. you were finally his and he was finally yours. this was something you were waiting for. this was like a dream, or you can say a fairy tale. this was your happy ending. you could finally say he was yours.

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A/N : I CANT BELIEVE THIS SMAU IS COMING TO AN END </3 two more chapters (5 actually if we count the special chaps) until this smau ends </3

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[threepointseven]

allow me to join them in celestia, your highness

🌺summary!🌺- These 2 fatui harbingers are ordered to kill you by the tsaritsa, what do they do? How do they react?

Type- HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= childe x gn! Reader, scaramouche x gn! Reader

Note🍀= i play favorites okay🙄🙄 scaramouche loml <3 anyways i had this idea today in school and i just finished getting stitches after my car crash so what better way to celebrate then a self indulgent genshin angst! also ive been getting no genshin requests which makes me so sad since i love writing for it so please if u have any genshin requests pls feel free to ask!

Scaramouche

10 days before the assassination of his fiancé occurred. He was called in front of the tsaritsa herself

“I need you to kill Y/N L/N.”

When he heard those words come out of her mouth everything froze, the air around him went colder than the tsaritsa’s own vision as he slightly lifted his head up.

His eyes looked shocked, scared, terrified almost.

It was the first time scaramouches subordinates had ever seen him so terrified.

Sweat rolled down his chin and his calm arrogant composure shifted

“I-i believe you may have the wrong person your highness, Y/N has not done anything wrong, they’re but a normal citizen-!”

“In 10 days time, Kill them.”

The tsaritsa’s voice spread frost around the room as scaramouche was pressured to submit.

“Yes.. your highness.”

you can see the pitiful faces that wash over the fatui’s that were watching, the balladeer completely ignored the whispers and the looks of sympathy as he takes his shaken body out of the throne room.

He has 10 days. Within those 10 days he showed you affection like no other

He was kind to you, never letting any sort of hostility out of his mouth when with you.

When he thought about how he was going to have your blood on his hands he immediately went on the verge of a meltdown.

He started letting himself be more vulnerable around you.

Everything you wanted he’d get you. It didnt matter how much mora it costes he’d get you it.

“Scara? Whats up..? Why have you been so.. gentle lately?”

“N-Nonsense.. i havent been doing anything of the sort!”

he scowls then takes you in his arms.

During the night he was supposed to kill you it was a peaceful day, you were cuddling on the bed and you fell asleep.

Tears flew out of his eyes while he pointed his electro at your neck.

the moment he felt your heart stop beating, he couldnt stand it. He had blood on his hands and not just any blood your blood.

As he shows the tsaritsa your dead body he goes into a fit of rage once he’s alone. Blaming you blaming everyone for your death.

How dare you leave him all alone in this cruel world without your warmth and without your kindness?! How dare you give him that feeling of euphoria and leave him like that!

There were multiple nights where he was tempted to meet you in celestia, multiple nights where he pointed an electro laced sword at his neck, just so he could see your smiling face again.

Childe

when he first hears the tsaritsa say that he’s been ordered to kill you he thinks it’s a joke.

“Ahaha! T-that’s a funny joke your highness”

“In 10 days, Kill them. I will not repeat it.

he looks like he saw a ghost and walks out of the throne room half shaking

The moment he sees you he pulls you into a big hug, peppering your face with butterfly kisses

You think he’s just being extra affectionate but he’s really just trying to savour your warmth.

He loves you more than anything and he’d set the world on fire for you but when it comes to the tsarist who knows what’s impulsive reckless mind might do?

During the 10 days he does everything with you and gives anything to you

He starts giving you everything you’ve ever dreamed of using his mora

Ignored all his extra missions and spends time with you. He priorities your little dates and you.

He also introduces you to his family, he wants you to know them before your gone…

His eyes turn glassy as he sees you and teucer playing in the snezhnayan snow,

“ your extra affectionate today~”

“Hmmm? Whats so wrong about loving my beloved fiance !”

he says his cheesy lines as he starts regretting even involving himself with the tsaritsa..

The night he’s supposed to kill you, you fell asleep with teucer leaning on a tree after tiring yourself out playing tag and such

“Teucer, why don’t you go inside bud?”

Childe whispers and urges teucer to go inside so he doesn’t find out that the blood stained snow he sees tomorrow in his backyard is because of his big brother.

He cant bring himself to point his blades at your sleeping face and ends up breaking down.

Just as the morning sun threatens to rise he only then puts his hydro blades to your neck, crying as he makes your death painless.

He lives with the guilt everyday as he gives his subordinates your cold dead body.

He can barely live life without your warmth and regrets it. He wishes he could turn back time, he wishes he would’ve just ran away with you and quit everything.

His soft giddy nature takes a major downfall and he looks like a corpse waiting to be killed, even the great balladeer pities the man at times.

Requests open!

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Mmmm what does angst look like for Curtis and Honey?

Oof... you had to come hitting, right? I do love me some Angst though. I feel like even when they get in those moments, the most important way for them to deal with it is talk about it. Communiation is key for them.

It's Been A Day

Warnings- Frustrated Curtis and hurt Reader. As always this is an 18+ Only Blog. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Word Count- 1.8k

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Everything just was wrong today and Curtis just needed all of it to stop. His head was buzzing, he could feel that headace just behind his eyes at the start of his morning really throbbing now and when he pulled the truck into the driveway, he gave a sigh of relief to be home.

Home where everything was just quiet and peaceful, didn't have everyoen demanding his attention right then and there, needing something more then he had to give right at that moment. Tonya kept bringing him work orders before he could finish the previous one, Grey accidentally snapped an important piece that no matter how many times him and Edgar tried to weld it back together, they couldnt get it to hold. Gilliam was on his case about the overtime which wasn't approved and to top it off, you had been so busy that neither of you had time together.

Really it was all he craved right now.

Just getting out, he gathered his stuff to take it inside the kitchen. All was quiet, his head stopped pounding for just a second in the quiet of his kitchen while he took care of his lunch box.

It didn't last though, cause you were busting through the door, arms loaded with your school stuff and what looked like half finished projects, talking on your phone to who Curtis suspected was your sister while calling out hello to him. It made Curtis wince, today the loud rushed tone gyrating his nerves just so and you dumped your armload onto the kitchen table, making a mess of your papers and costumes, your bag half hazardly tipped over. "Okay, I gotta go. Talk later." You hung up the phone and tried to get it picked up but the bag went tumbling over to scatter on the floor. Curtis, who was already on his own last nerve, snapped a bit with a drop of his lunch box in the sink, making you look up at the uncharacteristic huff he gave while he bent down to gather the books that fell from your bag. "I got it Curtis."

"Yeah, I know you do. Along with all the other stuff you brought home after work." He bit out while shuffling them in the bag. You frowned to yourself, trying to move out of his way while he set your bag back on the table.

"I'm sorry? I was just trying to get it all in one trip."

"Well why do you bring so much of your work home with you? I mean aren't you supposed to be clocked out for the day?" Curtis let his hands fall to his hips, looking at all that you had brought home after your day, you would be working for another couple hours on it.

"Sure, I mean, I'm supposed to be, but I just can't finish all of it on a school day and I don't mind helping the drama-"

"I'm going to be in the garage then till your done." Curtis snapped, turning away from you, bewildered at how he was acting. He slammed the door from the kitchen just a little too hard and you didn't know how to react. Some tears stung your eyes as a mix of feelings- worry, anger, confusion.

"Well hello, how was your day to you too Curtis." You snapped to yourself bitterly as you turned back to the table and started to gather it up. Maybe you should go back to your apartment? Your sewing machine was currently set up here, but you could bring it home. Maybe Curtis was just sick of you always being here and you needed to take the hint that you were too much in his space.

Whatever was going on, it left your stomach churning and heart hurting. Curtis never snapped at you like this and you just werent sure how to handle it. Jake, well Jake you knew what to do. You would beg for forgiveness and fix whatever pissed him off. Curtis, you just didn't know what to do. After a few moments, you make the decision to pack up. It seemed to be what he wanted from you.

You had been to much and now Curtis must be tired of you. Jake always said you were too much, and maybe... maybe he was right?

Curtis in his garage dropped into the drivers seat of the camaro and pressed his hand over his eyes while leaning back into the old broken down seat. "Fuck..." he muttered to himself. "FUCK fuck fuck." He didn't mean to be nasty to you, not in the slightest. Just in that moment everything was aggravating him and he took out his frustration on you. "Fucking hell." He squeezed his fingers at his brow a moment to relieve the pressure and then released.

He knew he had been a total ass and had to apologize to you. Curtis could only imagine how upset and angry you must be at him, which you had every right to tell him to fuck off if you wanted. It wasn't long till he was making his way back in the house, listening for where you were. "Honey?" He called out and peeked in the kitchen. His table was now spotless. "Baby where are you?"

For all he knew you already left and he felt even more shitty about how he treated you.

Stepping from the kitchen into the living room, he caught sight of you trying to pack up your sewing machine. Your movements are jerky and you purpously wouldn't look at him. "Honey, what are you doing?"

"I'm packing up my machine to take home. I need it tonight to do those costumes and I don't want to bother you." You said while struggling with the case. Curtis let his hands cover yours, lightly gripping your wrists and easing them away.

"Hey, can you look at me Honey?" He asked and you wrinkled your nose trying to hold your feelings back before you did look at him. Your eyes were shining brightly and your features controlled so that you just looked at him passively. Curtis could only imagine how many times you must have practiced this look with your ex and that already terrible feeling he had worsened because you felt you needed to use it on him.

Especially when you had the right to tell him off for what he did.

"I'm just trying to give you space Curtis." Fuck that stung him.

"I know you are Honey, I was a complete asshole and you don't deserve that. I'm sorry Y/N. I don't want you to leave or feel like you need to." His hold loosened now that he thought you wouldn't pull right away from him. "I had a bad day at the freight yard and that headache from this morning just got worse, I took it out on you."

You loosened a bit while he weaved his fingers with yours. You seemed a bit lost in what to do, your hands flexed in his like you might pull away from him but then relaxed. Your lips twisted a bit, almost like doubt crossed your mind. "I should probably go through, you seemed like I was bothering you."

"I don't want you to go Honey, I want you here. Fuck at this point it feels like your home to Y/N and I want you to be comfterable here." Curtis pointed out, taking a deep breath. "But, if you want to go back to your apartment, then I will help you with your sewing machine."

You gave a shake of your head, your eyes filling with the unshed tears from earlier. "No, I don't want to leave if you're okay with me staying."

That was it, he couldn't give you the space anymore and his arms circled around you while pulling you into his chest. He felt you shake in a small sob against him and he hated that he had made you feel this way. "Oh Honey, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry for being such a dick. Of course I want you to stay, please?"

His hands cupped your face to make you look up at him while you gave a small nod. His thumbs wiped away the tears caught in your lashes, angry now at himself for putting them there.

"I promise I will make it up for you. Starting with helping you set your sewing corner back up. It's the least I can do."

He let go of your hands to lean down and pick your machine back up, setting it back on the antique table his grandmother used to sew from as well. "Thank you." You said softly, while he reached down to plug it back in. "Um, you still have a headache?"

Curtis gave a roll of his shoulders while pushing back up off the floor. "It's fine, it will go away Honey. Again, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

You wave it away, wiping at the last of your tears. "Please next time tell me?" He gave a nod, relief apparent in his features that you didn't seem as upset anymore. "I will try not to be so... loud and just all over the place."

"But I like that about you." Curtis pointed out while you stepped in closer, both of you seeking the soft comfort in being together. Your hands were first, touching him gingerly and then sliding your hands along the bare part of his arms showing from his tee shirt.

"Mmh, I'm glad that you do. But not when your feeling like this." You pointed out and Curtis gave a slight roll of his eyes at his earlier reaction. Curtis let his hands rest at your back, rubbing along the dip and resting his palms against your waist. "Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" Your head tilted watching him. "Please?"

"You don't have to Honey, I was the one who should be making it up to you." Curtis said and you smiled.

"But I want to help you feel better. You can make it up to me later. Come on Curtis... tell me what would help you feel better tonight?" You pushed gently, knowing he would eventually give it up.

"Honestly? A quiet night around the bonfire out back or a movie in bed?" He finally said.

"Okay, how about we do just that. You go take a shower, the hot water might help and then we will decide together which one to do. I just have a few things I promised to finish tonight which..." You glanced at the clock hanging above the bookshelves that ticked quietly. "I can probably finish in an hour. That will give you time for that hot shower and a little bit of a lay down." You offered and Curtis hooked a finger under your chin to pull you in closer, giving a soft gentle brush of his lips to yours.

"How did I get so fucking lucky to have met you Honey?"

[finelinevogue]

Can you write something about when Harry and Y/N broke up but fans speculate that they got back together and they did get back together. They broke over something stupid, please. You don’t have to do this exactly it can be something like that.

let’s see how this turns out! hope it’s what you wished for?!

The last few months had been rough.

What had started as rumours of a breakup between everyones favourite couple, you and Harry, had turned into an actual breakup.

It had started by Harry spending more time with Olivia, due to press for Don’t Worry Darling. They were always hanging out with each other, even when there was no publicity stunt telling them to. You found it appropriate at first, wanting the movie to gain some form of reputation, but after a while you believed it turned South. It was becoming a definite friendship and not just because they had to. It was the way that Harry would bring Olivia over for dinner without checking with you first, or taking the dog for a walk with her not you, or even staying longer out on stunts than they needed to just because they wanted to.

So you challenged Harry on it. Hell, even the tabloids were challenging you both - claiming Harry had split from you for Olivia. You made him question whether he thought his actions were irresponsible and appropriate or not, to which he thought there was nothing wrong and thought you were being irrational. You didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day, only to find him later on the phone speaking to Olivia about how crazy you’d been acting about it all. So you showed him crazy and walked out.

Until today.

For over a half a year your sister had her wedding planned and Harry was supposed to be your guest. You were nervous about turning up without him, because your family were very judgy. Your sister couldnt help being the smarter and the prettier one, but she also didn’t have to parade it around so everyone knew of it. Your mum and dad thought you a disappointment for the longest time, but once you’d gotten a job and had moved out they were a bit more loving over you. Still didn’t hide the fact they desperately hoped for you to have a relationship. It wasn’t that you were bringing Harry along to prove that someone loved you, but more to prove that they would never fully be satisfied whether you had a boyfriend or not. There would always be a podium stand slightly lower for you to stand on.

However, they didn’t know about the breakup.

“Y/N, nice to see you. Where’s Harry?” Another guest asked you, relatives of your mum. It was the same question over and over again, no one really caring about how you are but instead whether you’re in a positive relationship.

“Oh um I think he’s just running a bit late.” Was your chosen answer to respond to said question. It was repetitive, but it kept people off your back.

The wedding was completely beautiful. It was in a beautiful church and was decorated to perfection. The theme was white and royal blue, something your sister had always dreamed of. Children played amongst the pews and family relatives mumbled to each other about gossip. There was still a heavy sadness to the event. Maybe it was because your sister hadn’t asked you to be a bridesmaid - instead, choosing her best friends instead - or maybe it was because you missed Harry so much.

He’d fucked up. He really had, but it didn’t take away that burning passion for him that spread like a wildfire in your belly. You missed him. You still loved him. Worst of all, you had to pretend everything was all alright in front of your family when actually you were breaking apart inside.

Harry hadn’t messaged saying that he was or wasn’t coming, but after everything that had happened you were confident he was going to be a no show, and you would be the embarrassment of the family once again. Your relationship had been very private and exclusive, but Harry’s fans were so investigative you wouldn’t be surprised if they knew that you’d broken up and were aware that you were at a wedding today without him. Neither of you had made a public statement about your breakup, but neither of your wanted to damage each other even more. Fans suspected though and rumours travel fast.

“Y/N how are you doing? How’s Harry?” Another aunt came and asked you, this time with your mother in tow.

“Oh he’s great, yes.” You smiled forcefully, not actually having a clue how your ex-boyfriend was doing. You didn’t keep up with his social media because you were afraid of what you might find.

“Where is he? Is he here?” Your aunt asked.

“He’s late, apparently.” Your mother answered for you, sneeringly. “You’ll be made a fool of if he’s a no show Y/N.”

“I know.”

“I hope everything goes well for you both.” Your aunt kindly said, before waiting for your mum to say something nice too. That was a mistake though.

“Well it’s unlikely she’ll find someone again!” Your mother laughed and pulled your aunt away from you. You furrowed your eyebrows and let your heart sink low.

What were you thinking, letting Harry go like that? Your mum was right, you were never going to find anyone else again. You were so lucky with Harry. He was so kind and so patient with you, but obviously he’d run out of steam towards the end. It doesn’t surprise you. You’ve always been told you’re a mighty handful and you need a lot of work put into looking after you, so you understand why you were probably too much for Harry. The showbiz life had never really been something you’d completely submerged yourself into, whereas you guess for Olivia it was rooted in her from birth. She understood Harry’s world the same way he did hers. They would match perfectly for each other, if that’s what they wanted.

You watched the room continue as usual, but you couldn’t keep yourself here. There was too much sadness welling deep within you that you wanted to just run and then keep running. So you did, only to get as far as the bench in the front courtyard. The outside felt calmer and more freeing than inside, you sat and absorbed it for a while, not realising that you were crying until your pretty multicoloured dress had grown darker with a pool of your tears.

“Shit.” You tried rubbing the tears out, but only made you cry a little harder. You thought about your makeup running and tried to compose yourself, fanning your face to calm it down from the heat now.

“And here I was thinking weddings were supposed to be happy.”

You stopped fanning your face to look at him. You couldn’t believe he was standing there, dressed in a beautiful white suit and salmon pink shirt underneath to compliment the colours of your dress - the outfit that you’d helped him pick out over a year ago. He’d remembered. He trusted that you’d still be wearing this dress. He was a sight alright. A vision of beauty and love.

“Harry?” You questioned, wiping your under eyes to clear away any running mascara, not quite believing he was standing there.

“So what was it? Bad music playing? No vodka? Or maybe there’s nowhere for you to escape to go read the book I know you have stuffed away in your clutch bag.” He stood at a distance from you, hands in his trouser pockets, to make sure you were comfortable.

“I brought vodka instead of the book.” You chuckled, reaching into your clutch to prove it to him.

“Lucky for you, i’ve come to save the day.” Harry reached to the inside of his blazer pocket and pulled out a Kindle. You’d always been debating whether or not to buy one, because the feeling of having a book to turn its’ physical pages is a feeling second to none. “Take it, it’s yours.”

Harry handed it out to you and you stood up to reach for it hesitantly. Harry assured you that it was okay and that you’d been reading too many books if you thought it was a trap of some sort.

“Thank you, Harry.” You spoke sincerely. You stroked your thumb over the cover and turned the case lid over to start up the screen. The screen lit up and it was set to a picture of your favourite quote, annotated just as you would have in your own book. You chuckled and let a few tears drop from the kindness of all of this.

“And then…” Harry unlocked the Kindle with your birthday as the password, before clicking on the library so you could discover what was waiting for you on your virtual shelves. Harry had downloaded all your most favourite books, whilst also downloading the ones he knew had been on your to-be-read list. He’d even added a few of his favourite books too, just because you liked reading his recommendations.

You smiled, but felt so lost.

“W-why are you here, H?” You asked, closing the lid and bravely looking up into his enchanting eyes. You had to control yourself not to comment on how wondrous they looked.

“To save the day.” He chuckled in repeat, until he knew you weren’t taking that for an answer. “Because I fucked up. Big league time.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, looking down at your shoes to see that they weren’t that far apart at all. He was so close to you, yet he wasn’t yours to catch.

“And i’ll never forgive myself for letting you walk out of that door. The promotion shit with Olivia? Done. I’ve finished. I explained that the movie isn’t as important to me as you. You,” Harry paused to breathe out, and took the risk of guiding your jaw up to meet your gaze with his soft hand, “you are real Y/N. You’re so important and key to my life and it bloody terrified me, still does actually, to think that you make me feel this way. I want everything with you. Marriage, kids, a home. A life. I was so worried I would screw it all up, though, to the point where I did screw it all up. I lost you and so I lost me. It’s selfish of me to ask whether any part of your heart still wants me, but—”

“Yes.” You quickly interjected before he could say something he’d later regret. “There is, yes.”

“R-really?” He stumbled over his response, not expecting you to react so soon but his words had got to you. His feelings were vulnerable and raw and it reminded you of how much you love him and feel safe with him.

“Why? Would you like me to say different.” You teased.

“No,” Harry rushed, stepping closer towards you, “God now. Stay, please. Forever, if you’ll have me?”

“I can deal with forever.” You leaned up to where his lips were, craving the taste of them against yours so badly. “Can I?” You looked between his lips and his eyes, watching his eyes coo in admiration of you. His arms snaked around your neck and cupped the back of your head, resting his ringed fingers against your skin delicately.

“You don’t have to ask, angel.” And with that you didn’t hesitate to reclaim your clips on his. He tasted as sweet and as soft as you could remember. The hint of mint sweets he kept in his car could be tasted all over his mouth, and he could no doubt taste the vodka on yours. He took no time in rushing to have his tongue exploring your mouth once mouth, biting on your lip when he got the chance to. He wanted you to remember this moment and how much love he has for you, and always will. Just as you do for him.

Hesitantly pulling away you smiled at him cheekily, feeling so much lighter and happier to have him here. With you in his arms so expertly.

“What?” He asked, leaving a quick kiss to your nose, inhaling his scent as he did.

“Just can’t believe you’re here.” You stroked his cheek with your thumb, and he leaned into your touch so comfortably. He had missed you so damn much, and it showed.

“Let you down once before and I wasn’t going to do it again.”

“So you’d have shown up even if I hadn’t?”

“Not happily, but yes.” He laughed thinking about it.

“Why?” You laughed with him.

“I’ve got to make my impression on your family somehow. Need to remind some of them how amazing and beautiful their special Y/N L/N is.”

“Some are going to need a lot more persuading than others.” You sighed, side-frowning over your words.

“No offence, but anyone who doesn’t treat you as a fucking diamond doesn’t deserve you and should watch out for kick up their backside from me.” You laughed over his empty threat and buried your head against his chest, listening to the heartbeat and rumble of laughter that came from within. This moment alone felt like home. Safe and warm.

“I love you, H.”

“Bloody love you too.”

Harry ended up returning to the wedding with you, much to your mothers surprise, and you both enjoyed the celebrations together. You shut yourselves out from everybody and just danced, talked and drank the night away.

You were so in love.

Later, photos got leaked of the wedding and it showed you and Harry dancing away in one of the backgrounds of the photos. It was supposed to be a shot of just the bride and groom, but you two have managed to get caught in it. You looked so caught up in each other that you still weren’t even aware the photo had been taken. You and Harry had determinedly avoided the camera all night, exactly for this reason, but a part of you was kind of happy that this one photo got leaked, because it showed the world that Harry was yours and you were his. It showed that you were together, or back-together as addressed by some FBI fans, and that you were stronger for it.