#it's not easy being made of chocolate this day and age...

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

"The truth is bitter."

I'm sorry Komura decided to make you her little chew toy this year, kiddo... (here's a close shot at Hanto and a clean version of the duo up top)

[thesummerpetrichor]

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂

Father in law!Javier Peña x afab!fem!reader

Summary: Your soon to be husband leaves you at the alter, but you should have guessed since the practice seemed to run in the family. It’s hard to be upset however, when his father comes to repent for not only his own but his son’s wrong doings. Aka fiancé’s dad Javi fucking you in your wedding dress after his son ditches you at the altar.

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. Minimal editing, unspecified but thicc and legal age gap, infidelity, daddy kink, heavy breeding kink, insane dirty talk, toxic father son relationship, reader is delulu, praise kink, petnames, sex in front of a mirror, veil pulling??, a few spanks, creampie, Javi fucks you into the mattress, unprotected P in V [don’t do it!!]. Let me know if I missed anything 🫶.

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Literally just porn without plot, lotsa fucking, I want father in law Javi. Minimally edited lmao I just banged this out Can’t wait for you to read it!! Hope you enjoy, nasties! Mwah!

Masterlist

You rich and I'm wishin', um

You could be my mister, yum

Delicious to the maximum

Chew you up like bubble gum

You love me, he wants me

I think I want you too

Best day of your life- yeah, what a fucking joke. But what were you expecting? Ditching people at the altar seemed to run in the family. Okay, maybe that was a bit of a harsh assessment of the Peñas, especially Peña senior, who, despite all you had heard of him from your ex fiance, had always shown you kindness. 

The thing is, it becomes really fucking hard to be charitable to a family when their son humiliates you infront of the entirety of Texas. Leaves you high and dry on the steps of the biggest church in town in your great grandmother’s silk dress. It becomes even harder when you learn his mother had been in on it all along, sparing you not even a little apology, or a comforting embrace after her son's little getaway plan had been revealed. 

Instead of extending you a supporting hand, she ran away to make sure her baby boy was okay, and that this entire ordeal hadn’t taken a toll on his emotional and psychological well being. 

How thoughtful. 

Of course, you were the pathetic one– unable to look anyone in the eye, sobbing on your fathers shoulder till you couldn’t breathe any longer. So distraught and unwell even getting out of your wedding attire seemed impossible. It only made you feel even more pathetic. At some point you ended up curling up in your hotel bed, still in the “happiest day of your life” outfit, and pleading for some time alone from your friends and family to wallow in your own suffering. 

You would eat your feelings in the from of the apology chocolates the hotel had complimented for you, but you couldn’t manage to even do that without feeling like a total fucking looser. 

After all that had transpired, and after years of hearing nothing but sour things about your soon to be father in law, safe to say you were surprised to see him at your hotel room door at midnight as the ambassador the family seemingly sent to smooth things over. 

For it being only your second time meeting the man, this was far from the most opportune scenario. In fact, him showing up all sorrowful and apologetic for his shitty excuse of a son, in his navy blue suit and loose tie, made your already pathetic day all the more difficult to get through. 

Your whole relationship you had blamed every fault of your boyfriend on his absent, detached father. You’d heard plenty about the lack of childhood visits, quality time, and playing soccer that had plagued your partner’s life, and had found it quite easy and comforting to pile on every relationship problem you ever came across as the consequence of Javier Peña’s lack of responsibility and good parenting. 

What you didn’t expect, was to find that Javi Peña was a whole lot more normal and level headed than you anticipated. He was just a guy trying to make a good living and provide for his family. Sure, he was a little bit reserved, but he was only ever warm and sweet and even quite chatty with you. To be frank, you should have seen your boyfriend’s shitty behavior as a consequence of his insufferable mother from a mile away. God knew you weren’t expecting Peña Sr. to be the better of your two soon to be in laws. 

That being said, you would have never expected to be on your hands and knees, on what was supposed to be your marital bed, being pounded from behind by your ex soon to be father in-law. 

Because that's where you are now, eyes rolling to the back of your head thanks to the most intense pleasure you've ever felt. The drag of Javis cock against your walls has been building a steady heat in your belly, the stretch of him so perfect and delicious it has you pushing your hips back to meet his every thrust. 

Any other day a man like him wouldn’t have needed much to woo you– with his cut jaw, handsome features and those chocolate brown eyes you wished his son had inherited. Safe to say on a day like this one it took even less, just a few rubs on your back, a hand smoothing over your head and trailing down your waist, a few “pretty girls” and “poor things” and some fucking sympathy from someone from your boyfriends sorry family. 

Fucking pathetic. 

But Javier knows his son is pathetic, knows he is a good for nothing moron who doesn't even know what he was losing out on when he walked out on you.

“He’s a fuckin fool- look at this tight little pussy, squeezin’ me so fuckin good. Bet he didn’t fuck ya like this, huh baby? Didn’t make ya cum over and over, make ya scream… stupid fuckin boy..” Javier’s grip on your hips tightens on hearing your moan, and he curses under his breath when your pussy flutters around his cock. 

Your legs are threatening to give out under you, your knees tender from how long you've been leaning on them. Javier’s hand moves to grip the fabric of your veil, using it to pull your head back and make you face the mirror that's been teasing you all evening. “Look- Look at ya- fuckin cryin’ on my cock. ‘S the only reason ya’ shoulda’ be cryin’ in this pretty dress..” With drooping eyes you're faced with your own reflection– stains from your mascara running down your face now less thanks to the sorry of the afternoon and more thanks to the way Javi’s cock has been nudging your sweetspot. 

You watch your tits spill out of your beautiful silk dress, the fabric now disheveled and a far cry from the sophisticated, simplistic garment it once was. You can barely recognise it, but then again you can barely recognise your own reflection. “Look at that pretty little body- fuckin made for me.” 

“Yours-” you cut yourself off with a gasp, Javi’s hands squeeze your hips and your cheeks set ablaze at the way he looks at you when you catch it in the mirror. The whole sight is so debauched and depraved– you on your hands and knees for a man who could easily be mistaken for your father. But somehow it's even dirtier- the possibility of your ex finding out sends you into overdrive. 

The silk of your dress brushes against your hot skin, flipped lewdly up to reveal your bare ass, bunched at the waist, the straps drooping and threatening to fall. Javi pulls the zip down even further, watching as it hangs off your body, draped like fabric from a 15th century painting. 

Javi’s voice calls your attention back to the present moment, lewd words showing you he doesn't hold back the way his son does. “Gonna fill this tight little cunt up..” The stretch is so delicious between your legs, you feel the steady throb continue to tighten the coil inside you and you can’t help but moan. “Yeah, you want that? Want daddy to put a baby in you?” the thought makes you shiver, that name makes you shiver, has your cunt clenching around his cock. What an image- you, belly round with your father in laws child, well, your ex father in law. Unlike his son you were sure he would be the perfect husband, would bend you over ever surface in your picket fence house and fuck you just like he’s doing now. 

Deep, and hard and fast, just like you need it. Just like you've always needed it.. 

“Please daddy, want your babies, wanna be yours…” Your voice is so broken and wrecked you're afraid he can’t understand what you're even saying. To be honest you can’t be bothered much, it feels so good, his thick, hard cock feels so good pounding between your thighs there's little else you can keep your mind on. 

“Yeah? you like that sweetheart? we can play house..” you nod your head and his hand tightens its grip around your veil, exaggerating your movements, bending you to his will. “Wanna play house with daddy? can be my pretty little wife” you fist the sheets, pushing back against him with his every thrust. You do want that, you’ve always wanted that. And what better person to do it with. Sure, his wife always complained about how he was never around, but that's looking a lot more like a her problem– especially with the way Javi’s tip continues to kiss your sweet spot. 

“Yes daddy, please..”  

Javier lets go of your veil, and pushes his palm between your shoulder blades, forcing you down into the mattress till your cheek is pressed against the warm, fluffy duvet. One hand keeps you there, the other lands a quick spank to your ass and kneads at the flesh with a newfound desperation. “Won't be able to even say his goddamn name after I'm done with ya. Stupid boy doesnt know how to treat a pretty thing like you– so sweet, so gorgeous, so fucking smart. Too fucking good for him.” 

With your lips parted and breathing heavy you drool onto the covers, letting Javi pound you into the mattress and overshadow every other thought that dared cross your head earlier in the day. If his plan is to make you forget about anything that isn't him, it sure is working. You don't think you’d even want to sound out his incompetent son’s name after he’s done with you. 

As if he can read your mind his voice calls from behind you. “Want ya to be drippin with me.” the wet schick of his cock fucking into your tight, wet, hole reminds you of just how needy you are for him, and the prospect of having him dripping out of you– down your thighs, between your legs, leaving you all messy for him to come back and do it all over again, drives you absolutely insane. 

“He’s fuckin useless, just like his ma. But look at you, so fucking tight ‘round me, making all those pretty sounds, she fuckin’ wishes she was you.” His words have your cunt squeezing around his cock, and a lewd, pornographic moan slipping past your lips. “My girl’s gonna be the perfect lil’ mamma, aren’t ya, so fuckin’ pretty.” You would certainly like that- in fact you’re almost surprised with how appealing it sounds to you. 

“Gonna be perfect for you daddy, only for you.” your dress rides up even further, the front slipping further down. 

“Thats my fucking girl.” That growl of his sends shivers down your spine– possessive, and confident and dripping like honey from his lips. It was almost like it could send you over the edge by itself. The lewd creaking of the bedframe fills the room, the sound of skin on skin driving you wild. The way he handles you– firm and deft but gentle and passionate, it's nothing like his son. 

He’s nothing like his son. 

“Yeah, bet it feels good don’t it, bein’ fucked by a real man? Feel daddy so deep in ya? Nothin ever been that deep before, huh..” You shake your head ‘no’ and he coos at how pathetic you must sound, barely able to make a coherent sound, forget string together a whole sentence. 

“Make me go fuckin’ crazy, babygirl.” 

What he says is fucking filthy, there’s no denying, no justifying it. It makes you squirm, makes you even wetter, makes you want him even more. 

“Think you wanna go back to him? With daddy’s cum drippin between those pretty thighs, show him how a real man treats his girl?” 

“Gonna make ya beg him to stay, gonna talk some sense into him, just so daddy can have ya all to himself, ain't that right? You gonna sneak into daddy’s room in the middle of the night? All wet an’ achy? Beggin’ daddy to fuck ya how ya need?” 

“Wanna run away with me baby, live in a perfect little house, let daddy give ya his babies, fuck ya full’ve my cum every single night?” 

His hands roam your body, smoothing over your hips, reaching forward to squeeze at your breasts, pinching and kneading the flesh. He bends down to trail light kisses along your spine and the feeling is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Your head twists side to side against the sheets as you squirm, each sensation like it's heightened to the maximum, the heaviness and the throb between your thighs at an all time high. 

You know you're close, you can’t hold it off much longer. Your cunt squeezes and your toes curl. You also know Javi won't last, you can feel him pulse against your swollen walls, can feel the way he desperately thrusts into you, pushes you further down against the mattress, grips your skin with that renewed fervor, with the desperation of doing anything to hold on to the incredible sensation. 

“Come for me, babygirl, come for daddy, show daddy how much ya needed this, show daddy how bad ya need his cock.” 

Your legs part even further under you, if that's even physically possible, your entire upper body being smashed into the mattress. You call out Javi’s name, followed by a string of desperate, strained, whiny daddy daddy daddy’s. 

With a strangled moan that's partially muffled by the covers you come undone, your head spins and your heart pounds in your chest, you feel yourself gush and clamp down around his cock. You feel Javi’s hips stutter behind you and his cock throb against your wet walls. The feeling only prologues and intensifies your orgasm, your body going slack and eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Please daddy, need your cum, please, give it to me..” 

Javi’s groans catch your attention as you come down from your high, still reeling from the aftershocks when you feel his cock twitch inside you and paint your walls with his hot spend. Your words are strained and slurred, but they clearly get the job done. You shiver and press your ass back against him to meet his stuttery, sloppy thrusts, and bite your lip when you feel him tighten his grip on your hip, feel him land a final spank to your ass for good measure as he slows down. 

You keep your ass in the air, face still pressed against the mattress as Javi pulls out. You hear him mutter a few strained curses under his breath as he does, and catch him looking between your legs to see his spend obscenely leak out of your used hole. He reaches his fingers to rub against your messy folds and you whine, feel him gather up your juices and push them back inside your cunt in a way that has you almost cumming right there again. 

Your dress is still pooled at your waist and he unzips it entirely, sneaking his hands under your thighs and flipping you over and yanking you towards him. 

“You really want daddy’s babies?” Your head falls back against the bed when you feel his hand cup your cunt, rub your messy, swollen folds with the calloused tips of his fingers. You barely manage to nod. 

“Then I ain’t done with ya yet pretty girl.” You tilt your chin to catch his gaze, now in nothing but your stupid little wedding veil. You’re not sure about the best day of your life, but this sure as hell contends for one of the best nights. 

You can be my daddy tonight-night-night

I'm neon phosphorescent

Open like a Christmas present, oh

You can be my daddy tonight-night-night

If you're seeking heaven

Then you wanna come and get it alright

Be my daddy tonight

What's up what's up

What's up what's up

Be my daddy be my daddy

Be my daddy be my, be my daddy tonight

AHHHHH feel like I’m going to hell for this one. Thanks so much for reading!! Please please please let me know what you think. I’d love to know your thoughts!!! Thank you to everyone who engages with my work, you keep me writing!! 💗🐝

[ihatethecrowdsyouknowthat]

how did it end? - spencer reid x fem!reader

reader goes through all the memories of her and spencer's relationship after running into garcia and jj

requested by @darkmatilda hope you like it<3

genre: angst wc: 1150 warnings: post-breakup, implied love-bombing, bottling feelings, mention of alcohol, BRIEF IMPLIED mention of sex, spencer doesn't talk about things! a/n: this took ages! this is the same universe as what a bland goodbye but you don't need to read it first!

The feeling of leaving behind a relationship, declaring it post-mortem and carrying on is nothing like what literature and media says. It’s said to be sulking. Months are spent crying and eating chocolate ice cream. You know that’s not true. It’s much worse than that.

You had to throw out your bedsheets because they smelled too much like him even after numerous washes. Whether that’s because his scent wouldn’t leave, or he spent so much time in your bed he started smelling like your laundry detergent, you’re not sure. His sweaters still collect dust in your closet because you don’t think you can stomach seeing them. You’d remember the first time he let you borrow one, sliding it over your bare tummy before sliding his cold hands underneath. You think you’d be able to feel those hands on your waist if you even laid one eye on the soft clothing.

This place is the only place you’ve bothered to step foot in for the past six weeks. You’re thankful groceries can be delivered but being with Spencer has made you skeptical of the deliverers. He always said, “it’s easy access to you and your home.” So you stopped with that. You stopped a lot because of him. Now you’re at a harshly-lit grocery store that’s only a persistent reminder of your time together.

“Which ice cream?” he asked, fingers hovering over the handle of the freezer.

You chimed in with your answer and he never once argued. Spencer was happy to eat ice cream he didn’t like if you did.

And the pasta aisle, reading the ingredients and listing off the things Rossi taught him about it. He would talk about all the things at work except the work. It didn’t bother you. Sure, you wanted to know what he spent the days without you doing, but you were more focused on the attention he gave you. His lips covered your cheeks and neck and forehead every chance they got. It wasn’t until a rough case hit and he blocked you out that it started.

You pried. Too much. He would lock himself inside his mind until you weren’t sure he would ever return to you. He distanced and distanced, keeping you at arms-length. Your touch, a birthright, turned foreign as quick as it came. Nothing you did brought him out. The love you tried so hard to nurture burnt out like nothing. For him, that is.

As much as you don’t want to, you still love him, maladies incurable but treasured until the very end.

Unforeseen circumstances brought upon a reckoning that lasted what felt like forever. It didn’t help that you then had to explain it all to the whole of your friends. After breaking the news to several people, it became a recognizable pattern you could predict. One gasp. How did it end?

Your name, from behind you. You turn to look and it’s painful how bright. Her yellow dress just about burns your corneas until the ocean eyes of the other catch up. The recognition is instant, meaning no time to run, hide.

The light that is Penelope Garcia engulfs you whole. Her arms wrap around your shoulders tightly. She’s just happy to see you.

JJ, on the other hand, has that motherly presence that makes you want to bawl. She hugs you in a way that’s comforting, her hand rubbing your back.

“It’s been so long,” Garcia grins in that awkwardly happy voice.

You nod.

Spencer introduced the two of you a while back. You were allowed into the circle with open arms and alcohol. You had an invite to every girl’s night. The things you shared with them–too much–come back all together. The moments that were meant to be private but you were too eager to have a friend group. Those moments of intimacy, sweat. Those moments of vulnerability and fear. All the things to throw back in your face now that it’s over. They’ll picture those moments with a duller lens but it won’t take away their meaning. All the pieces that made up your mosaic.

JJ starts, “we haven’t seen you since…”

“Yeah.” Your eyes find the floor. You count each speck of gray on the tile.

Unbeknownst to you, there’s an exchange between the two ladies. Only with their eyes. JJ glares in warning. Penelope decides to do what she wants.

“Spencer never told us… how did it end?”

Nothing prepared you to hear the name from anyone’s lips. You haven’t in so long.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Spencer asked skeptically, eyes narrowed but a playful smile on his mouth. The mouth that was painted messy crimson from your own.

You hummed with a nod. You carefully placed the record in its rightful place and the needle on the grooves. When unnecessarily old music started playing, you knew you succeeded in gaining his praise.

It became something of a tradition. He came home and a record was on. For months, your life’s soundtrack was Mozart and Beethoven. It was the sounds of bare feet on carpet, contagious giggles and pouring coffee.

Until it wasn’t.

Until it was waking up to a running shower and spontaneous phone calls from work. Until it was no physical affection because he was tired and only getting attention when he had the energy. Until he never called.

Dreaming deflated and words turned agonizing. It all hurt and he never talked. He needed someone else and you weren’t ready to turn into that person.

But you didn’t know he never told his family that.

To interlopers glancing at the past, it would seem that you grew apart. You wondered if they saw it like that.

“What did he tell you?” you probe shamelessly. Probably showing your desperation.

“Just that it didn’t work out.”

Lost the game of chance. That’s all.

Because the reason for leaving each other wasn’t because you shut each other out, it was because you weren’t compatible. That was laughable and the furthest thing from the truth.

If that’s what they believe, they must think you're crazy. You’re walking in circles, barely able to exist. Everything you see brings upon tears and tragically beautiful memories you’d rather unrecall. Kissing in museums, parks and cars, anywhere where it was appropriate and some places where it wasn’t. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget the way his lips felt. The slope of his nose, the angle of his jaw. Your mind automatically fills in the blanks and creates a false narrative in which he’ll return to you.

It hurts–not because it’s fresh–but because it’ll last. You’ll spend the rest of your life pondering, wondering. You’ll spend it dreaming about every moment that you wish could’ve remained still. His touch will be a forever burn on your skin.

But the very worst part is, you’re not sure exactly how it ended.

[storiesfromafan]

Christmas Wish - Mattheo x Hufflepuff!Reader

A/N: Merry Christmas all! Finally finished my Mattheo Christmas one-shot 😊

It's a little all over the place, but not too bad haha.

Warning/s: fluff, all over the place, a little rushed, possible grammer/spelling mistakes

In your family there’s a silly little tradition. One were the night before Christmas – Christmas Eve – you light a candle and make a wish. It’s something you have done since you could remember, it’s a core memory for you. How your parents explained the tradition, saying you could wish for anything. Then your father would pull your mother into a bear hug saying how he’d wished for her, and his wish was granted.

You never understood the appeal or want to wish for someone, or wanting a relationship like that at such a young age. You wished for toys or food, as you got older it was good health for those that meant the most for you or a good year to come. Your selfish wishes became more thoughtful and caring.

But that changed after your first year at Hogwarts, after meeting Mattheo Riddle. He captivated you, along with almost every female student, with his boyish good looks and cool presence. But for a brief moment you saw another side to him, a kinder side, after he saved you from falling down a flight of stairs. From there the Slytherin Prince took pity on the lowly Hufflepuff, an unlikely friendship was formed.

Sure, it wasn’t easy at first. The whispers and looks were unsettling, but Mattheo confronted or fought anyone who spoke ill of you. Mattheo accepted you for you, a friendly, kind but clumsy Hufflepuff. And you accepted him for him, a quiet, somewhat brooding but secretly sweet Slytherin. That’s why on Christmas Eve on your second year at school, your wish was for Mattheo to see you, to pick you. You loved being his friend, but you were madly and stupidly in love with your friend.

This was the first year you hadn’t gone home for Christmas, your parents having to travel to see your sick grandmother, on your father’s side. They had been in such a panic that you thought it best to save them the worry of you and getting back to school. And once Mattheo heard you were staying, he did too. He said that his family didn’t really do anything for Christmas, it was just another day.

So Christmas Eve, on year five at Hogwarts, after your other roommate out of three was deep asleep. You sat on your bed, taking out the candle and matches from your bedside table. With a little struggle, you finally lit the candle. Sitting there in the silent night, the candle the only light besides that from the rooms window. You looked at the flame, mind focused on your wish. When the wax began to melt, slowly dropping down the side, you blew out the flame.

I wish for Mattheo Riddle to see me, and want me. And no one else...

Walking into The Great Hall, you looked around at the small number of students, many sitting at different house tables enjoying the Christmas morning with other students. Finally you spotted Mattheo, he was sitting at the Slytherin table with both Lorenzo and Theodore. Both had also chosen to stay then rather deal with their families and their politics. You knew roughly about all three's home lives, but never asked too many questions. Out of fear that Theodore would hex you, yet you know Mattheo, and possibly, Lorenzo would not resort to such an extreme.

You crossed the room, a soft smile on your lips, as you made your way to them. Mattheo saw you out of the corner of his eye, and the way he smiled brightly at you as you approached made your heart skip a beat. Those chocolate brown orbs fixed on you, and paired with his gorgeous features and unruly mop of hair, he was perfect.

“Happy Christmas!” Mattheo beamed as you stood next to him.

“Happy Christmas!” You returned, eyes moving from him and to his friends and repeated your words.

“Happy Christmas” both boys responded with. Lorenzo was warm and welcoming, while Theodore was off handed and uncaring.

“Sit" Mattheo said patting the seat on the bench next to him.

You didn’t need to be told twice, holding your skirt as you lifted your leg over the bench and then the other, before sitting down. The three Slytherin's fell into a heated debate while you dished up your breakfast, adding in a word here or there until you started to eat. That breakfast felt like a dream. Sitting next to Mattheo, so close you could smell his aftershave, and arms brushing together from time to time. And the conversations you had with Theodore, who wasn’t a complete jerk to you. A Hufflepuff sharing a meal with three Slytherin's, who would have thought? Maybe there was some Christmas magic at work, allowing you all to have a pleasant start to the day.

“So, what did you get from your parents?” Mattheo asked while the other two Slytherin's bickered across from you.

You put down the cup you’d just drank from, briefly looking to Lorenzo and Theodore. And deciding if Mattheo didn’t have an issue with their heated words, you could let it go. “Just the usual, ugly sweater" – you gestured to what you were wearing – “some sweets and a book. How about you...?”

You wanted to kick yourself. But it was just natural to ask what someone got. You watched how the warmth in Mattheo flickered for a second, but he put on a forced smile. Just making you feel worse. You should know by now that he never to rarely got a present.

“That’s nice" Mattheo began, moving uncomfortably in his seat. “Ah, I got nothing...like usual...”

“I-I’m sorry!” You said in a rush, regret written on your face.

Mattheo's face softened, his smile becoming less forced. He knew you meant no harm, it was just a reflex. “It’s all good (Y/N/N). No damage done". He bumped shoulders with you.

You sighed, relieved to hear that and see him going back to how he was. You finished breakfast in a comfortable silence, except for the other two Slytherin's keeping the conversation going. Not even seeming to notice the change and change back.

After finishing, you all headed out of The Great Hall and outside to one of the courtyards. The boys wanted to see the snow, and play in it. You foresee many snowballs coming your way, mostly from Theodore no doubt. It was chilly outside but your ugly sweater would do for now. For the moment it wasn’t snowing, but you couldn’t rule out any more falling.

It didn’t take the three long to start throwing snowballs, as you thought. You took refuge in a little seating area, where it would be harder for Theodore to get you. You sat and watched the three from the cut out in the wall, laughing when both Mattheo and Lorenzo pelted Theodore with snowballs. He did get his revenge though, stuffing snow down Mattheo's top before chasing after Lorenzo. That was Mattheo’s cue to escape and beg for sanctuary and protection, not that you could protect him, as you couldn’t protect yourself.

He flopped down next to you on the bench, a small chuckle leaving him as he continued to shake his top. The snow had all fallen out, but Mattheo wasn’t entirely convinced it had. You shoved him a little, which he shot you an offended look for. But you just laughed. Which triggered him to laugh. Slowly the laughter died down, leaving a comfortable silence between you both.

Feeling like it was now or never, you pulled a beautifully wrapped gift from your bag, it wasn’t much but it was the thought that counts. Bashfully you turned to Mattheo, gift out stretched to him. An unsure smile on your face as you waited for him to notice. When he did, Mattheo sat there blinking. Looking from the gift to you with a puzzled look.

“I-I know you don’t really do Christmas...but I noticed you needed a new one...” you stated with a shaky voice.

Mattheo took your gift slowly, a tad cautiously. He was surprised to receive a gift, and it be from you. He didn’t really get gifts from his friends, more stuff he needed like smokes and alcohol. So to get an actual wrapped gift, and from you was a surprise.  Mattheo noted there wasn’t any weight to the gift, so not a book. He shook it slightly, and it made no noise. What lay behind all the wrapping paper then?

You laughed nervously, watching Mattheo closely. “Y-you can open it, it won’t bite".

The way he looked at you, like it would bite him. Reluctantly Mattheo pulled it to his lap and began to open the present. He was gentle and continued to proceed with caution, which made you want to laugh.

Finally it was open, and he felt silly being worried the gift would bite him. Laying in his lap was a brand new Slytherin scarf, neatly folded like that was its natural form. Mattheo didn’t want to pick it up, but he did, holding it up and the scarf unfolding to show its length in his grasp. This was a thoughtful gift. His first true gift. It warmed Mattheo's heart to have received it from you, even if it was just a scarf.

“T-thank you...” he said sincerely, his chocolate brown eyes on you. Showing you how genuinely grateful he was.

You smiled warmly, nervous washing away. “I am glad!” You sighed and then laughed. “Honestly...I wasn’t sure how you would have reacted to a gift...”

Mattheo looked mock offended, placing a hand over his heart. “You wound me" was his dramatic reply.

Which only made you laugh harder, as well as the boy at your side. “Never know with a Slytherin" you retorted.

“Hey! I take offence to that. I like gifts...I just don’t get them often, alright?” His tone wasn’t angry or hurt, but there was a small touch of sadness.

You decided to drop it after that. Just saying you were glad he liked the gift. And after a few more awkward moments, you excused yourself. You had to get ready to speak with your parents, you know...to wish them a Happy Christmas. It was true, but you also didn’t want to stick around for the awkwardness you’d both created. So, you left Mattheo sitting there, with his new scarf and thoughts and feelings.

Next time you’d seen Mattheo, Lorenzo and Theodore was for dinner. Which had been a nice Christmas feast. You’d ate and drank so much, you felt like you needed looser clothing. Walking out of The Great Hall with the three Slytherin ‘s, you said your good evenings and was about to walk back to the Hufflepuff house, when Mattheo said he’d walk you.

You didn’t look to his friends, but just knew they’d be sharing a confused look. But none the less, you walked off with Mattheo. It was silent for most of the walk, you both speaking when replying to the paintings you both passed. Eventually the silence had gotten too much for Mattheo, and so he was the one to break it.

He cleared his throat. “Ah, (Y/N/N)...I wanna thank you for your gift" he began, unsure if he was saying the right thing. “I-it’s something I needed, t-thank you...”

You smiled fondly at him, holding back a giggle. “It was nothing Matty".

He shook his head. “N-no it was. You took the time to get me something, while I-"

You knew what was coming, so you cut him off. “It’s fine that you didn’t get me anything, I didn’t do it for a gift".

He stopped, grabbing your arm and stopping you also. “No, that wasn’t what I was going to say! I was gonna say; while I don’t really do Christmas. That you were thoughtful, like always".

A soft smile graced your face. “Oh...well, I guess I’m just a thoughtful person by nature...”

Mattheo chuckled. “Yes, you are...” he then pulled out a small wrapped box, holding out to you. “T-this is for you, I got it a little while ago...just wasn’t sure if I should give it to you...”

Shocked you took the small box, removed the ribbon and opened it. Staring back at you was a small oval shaped locket. You brushed a fingertip over it, feeling the light coolness of the metal. Mattheo encouraged you to open the locket, and so you did. Inside was a photo of your parents on one side, and – to your surprise – one of Mattheo on the other.

Looking back up at the boy before you, who now looked embarrassed, you thanked him with the warmest tone. He knew how much your parents meant to you, so for him to have put a photo of them in there meant more than anything. And his photo, that was just a bonus. The moment between you both was silent, but warm and content.

But then Mattheo's eyes darted above you both, as you’d both stopped in an archway. His eyes widened by whatever was there. And so you tilted your head back to see for yourself. Well you weren’t expecting mistletoe to appear above you both. You want to say it was the Castle, but maybe someone else had a hand in this.

“Ah, well...” you mindlessly said turning your gaze back to Mattheo, who had been staring at you with a firm look.

You felt a pleasant chill run down your spine. And before you could say another word, Mattheo moved in. One of his hands cupping your cheek as he lips descended onto yours in a soft, chaste kiss. All the while you stood there unsure of what to do, or how to react. When he pulled back, he shot you an apologetic smile.

“S-sorry...” he sputtered. “Mistletoe, tradition is to kiss...the person...you’re with...”

He was blushing, and a mess with words. Even through your shock you found it cute. Your cheeks warmed, no doubt turning a bright red. You sputtered, trying to form words but nothing came from it. Which made Mattheo laugh. His thumb caressed your cheek, only making you blush more.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered" Mattheo stated with a cheeky smile. “I’ve always liked making you go red...I-I've always liked you...”

Was that a confession? Did Mattheo Riddle just confess to always liking you? You wanted someone to pinch you, you needed to know if this was real or a dream. Though you begged for it to be real. For your friend, the one you have been longing for, to finally return your feelings.

“Y-you like m-me?” Was all you managed to get out, your brain a jumble from what was happening and just said.

Mattheo chuckled, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours. “Yes...and it was time to tell you. Because I so badly wanted to kiss you...”

If it was possible, you blushed more at him wanting to kiss you. Yet you wanted that too. Have for so long now. You then did something that surprised you both, you leant in and kissed Mattheo. It was a hard kiss, one that hoped to tell him how much you have wanted this moment. Instinctively Mattheo wrapped his other arm around your waist, drawing you closer as he adjusted the angle of his head.

You jumped when his tongue made contact with your lower lip, but you bashfully parted your lips. His tongue slipped in and explored your mouth. Both tongues coming together in a clumsy dance, clumsy on your part. As you didn’t know what you were doing, you’d never kissed someone before. And when Mattheo pulled back with a soft laugh, making a comment on your lack of grace when kissing. Yet your reply floored him.

“I-I'd never kissed a-anyone before...” you sounded hurt.

Mattheo then realised he had taken your first kiss. Quickly he cupped both cheeks with his hands, and pressed a quick reassuring kiss to yours lips. “T-that’s alright, I-I didn’t know you hadn’t been kissed before...but I’m glad it was me...”

You believed his words. The way he smiled brightly at you, caring for you. Christmas wishes, or maybe miracles, do happen after all. You got the boy, and had your first kiss. Though embarrassed by most of it, you wouldn’t change the outcome.

-Bonus-

Of course after leaving the blind love birds, Lorenzo and Theodore had devised a plan of attack. Or rather, push you both together. Theodore did put up a fight, not entirely liking you for his friend, but after spending time with you today, he noted you weren’t that bad. So agreed in the end to the plan.

Both boys had followed at a distance, watching painfully how you both were together. And then the awkward conversation before Mattheo gave you his gift. They lay in wait, glad you’d both stopped in an archway, the perfect spot for mistletoe.

“Now?” Questioned Lorenzo with his wand in hand.

“No, no" muttered Theodore, eyes glued to you both.

When the silence washed over you both did Theodore give the order, and Lorenzo said the spell and flicked his wand. They both watched how Mattheo was the one to see the mistletoe first, followed by you. They snickered at your sputtered words. But those snickers died the moment Mattheo kissed you. They wanted to hoot and hollow, but chose to remain silent.

The admission of Mattheo’s feelings to you made Theodore want to be sick, while Lorenzo smiled happily for you both. They say love is blind. And you both were as blind as they come. But it was a little weird watching the awkward kiss exchange.

The whole scene was priceless. Especially when Mattheo made a comment on your kissing. To which you advised you hadn’t kissed anyone. Theodore snorted, and said we knew that. But that memo must have gotten lost on its way to Mattheo.

In the end both boys decided to leave you both alone now. Their job done. You’d both kissed, feelings are now known and finally no more longing looks or jealousy – in Mattheo's case.

“Hope he knows that tomorrow I’m not letting him live down that awful kiss" comment Theodore. “Mattheo always boasted about being a good kisser. Apparently not".

[shyamanuensis]

dad!headcanons - hl boys

because i'm hormonal and maternal at the moment and feel like subjecting you all to the crack inside my head.

𝕕𝕒𝕕!𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕙

★ dad!garreth who wanted a massive family because chaos and mayhem are what he's use to but has somehow found himself second guessing his taunts of 'how about one more to add to the bunch' with all 5 kids being girls. he thought 'eh girls - they're easy'; WRONG! he's never been driven this mad in his life but secretly adores every second of it.

★ dad!garreth who has perfected the art of braiding hair and listening as if his life depends on it to all the drama your daughters rambling on about 24/7. who's dating whom at hogwarts - who got caught by a professor in the broom cupboard - the cute boy who made the quidditch team - how professor ronen is still teaching and isn't fair on his grades. he loves the small talk; but it does get confusing keeping up.

★ can we take a moment to appreciate the way dad!garreth handles the fact all the members of his household have gone through or are experiencing the discomforts of becoming young women? the screaming, the crying, the insecurities, the hormones. for a week each month his wage goes directly to chocolate, tissues and tampons; maybe not always in that order but nonetheless, it's a shopping trip he's become accustomed to making.

★living under a roof with 6 women was probably a teenage dream for dad!garreth but no… he appreciates his time away from the madness that is the weasley household. he's never out for more than a single drink though and irrespective of how old his little girls are, he's always at home by 8 to tuck the youngest into bed and give the oldest a peptalk about how anyone with the last name sallow isn't good enough for them (much to your humour and dismay).

★ summers in the weasley household when the children were younger were often spent outdoors from dawn until dusk and dad!garreth makes a point of keeping every single daisy chain crown his daughters have made him over the years; pressing them in his office between old textbooks he never opened during his time at hogwarts to keep them as memories.

𝕕𝕒𝕕!𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕤

★ dad!ominis who was reluctant to start a family at first not wanting to pass down his insecurities or imperfections however is smitten over how delicate yet ambitious his twin girls are. their feistiness definitely comes from their mother; their sarcasm their father.

★ dad!ominis that makes sure he takes time off work and makes arrangements as required to attend every single 'parent/child' school day - not so he can brag but so his daughters can brag about him and how wonderful they think he is. he'd be lying if he didn't get a kick out of it. parents needed as volunteers for fieldtrips - his name is on the list. every - single - time.

★ it took a year of solid practice for hours on a saturday and for 15 minutes or so each night after school but dad!ominis was able to teach both girls how to play piano by the age of 6. patience his absolute virtue - plus it meant that you got time to yourself too. the girls however, have a habit of playing dramatic classics whenever you have a headache or are just not in the mood and he smirks; aloof to the behaviour whenever you question him.

★ strict? yeah dad!ominis likes to think he rules with an iron fist but that is absolutely not the case. he's the first to bend and break at any demand you or your daughters make. "daddy, read to me?" - he's sitting on the bed with them until they fall asleep to the sound of his voice. "daddy! you said i could have xyz!" - somehow he's found himself carrying around a bag of shopping and a lighter wallet.

★ as with garreth - dad!ominis is quick to remind his girls that any of the sallow boys are not worth their time. he could barely handle sebastian as a friend let alone does he want him as an in-law. although it is no secret that you're aware of one of the twins dating the eldest sallow boy you've kept that news under wraps, unsure of when to break it to him.

𝕕𝕒𝕕!𝕤𝕖𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟

★ dad!sebastian who views parenting as not only the greatest gift in the world but a chance for him to relive some of his childhood now that he has 3 boys of his own - and no, your genetics clearly failed to turn up to the party because your sons are all spitting images of their father.

★ dad!sebastian who has no care for curfews or rules - boys will be boys in his eyes and this behaviour can range from rough housing in the kitchen and breaking your wedding crockery to staying up until the early hours of the morning assiting him with research and usually stealing a sip of whiskey when the kids think he's not looking. "but they need sleep sebastian!" no… according to him their body clocks will settle when they need to; as will their behaviour.

★ the amount of heart attacks dad!sebastian has managed to give you swinging off of trees or climbing into ruins with your sons you've lost count of. it's almost expected behaviour now for the 4 men of the sallow household to make your heart race - a sweat wash your skin at the start of every morning wondering what on earth they could get up to next but you're just grateful he hasn't managed to end up in hospital or have himself arrested.

★ the boys need something? dad!sebastian default response is "ask your mother". will he ever come off as the bad guy - not unless he really has to. you can count on one hand the times he's had to discipline his sons and rather than traditional oldschool tactics, sebastian is far more fond of empty threats like 'don't make me tell you the story of how you were conceived' or 'play up and i'll make sure you have a baby sister.'

★ aware of his charm that his sons have clearly inherited, dad!sebastian is more than happy to prod and poke fun at both garreth and ominis about how their daughters would one day carry the last name sallow. although the taunts are often received with rolled eyes and in jest, he's very aware that his eldest boy and one of ominis daughters often sneak away together when the families get together and you have to near beg him every single time not to open his mouth knowing that ominis wouldn't handle it.

★★★ leander, amit and others to follow.

[patisseriu]

he tasted of dark chocolate || hts

univ!taesan x gn!reader

genre : strangers to ???

wc : ~2.1k

cw & tw : late night walks, exam period, riwoo and leehan are taesans edgy little friend group; bad influence, cigarettes - both taesan and y/n smoke here(smoking is bad don't smoke please), implied over the legal age; y/n supposedly has quit smoking but taesan is being a hot influencing asshole ppl loooove taesan badboy agenda don’t they. y/n is mentioned to be shorter than taesan, and is kinda cocky in the beginning. there's swearing. lots of internal monologue. use of real names.

no pronouns used; full lowercase intended; proofread

main character names are italicised

you loved these little moments when the sky had just turned dark, the dark-purple veil taking over the silver clouds, making them nearly impossible to tell apart from one another. sun was nowhere to be seen since the passing streetlights were the ones responsible for playing with your shadow now, casting it in different directions as you kept walking.

its been a long week. you just finished studying for the exams taking place tomorrow. you still wondered what luck it took for the two of your most important classes to have exams on the same day, back to back. you were a lot more excited for the following whole month of a break than frying the remaining bits of your brain over the final academic push. maybe you weren't all that confident in your knowledge even after the whole weekend worth of studies. or maybe you were overdoing it and pushing your mind in a corner.

either way, that didn't matter now. you didn't want it to matter.

you focused on the cold air you inhaled, wanting to float away from all the worries along with the wind particles that ruffled your hair.

it snowed just last week, giving you hopes for a prettier imagery during your testing period, but the continuous forecast of rain and warmer temperatures melted everything down, leaving nothing but a slight shine on the road and a humid hint in the air.

and as you immersed yourself more in the atmosphere, the one thing that made you snap back from your thoughts was the appearance of a persisting bitter smell. you open your eyes.

in front of you, a group of three boys were making their way in the same direction as you were, completely barricading the entirety of a thin alleyway as they all walked beside one another. the three were dressed in same dark colors, beanies over their heads, and the shorter guy on the right side even turned over his shoulder for moment and gave you a tense eye. seems about the typical public to walk around these times. you turned your head and looked around, feeling like you shouldn't have looked up in the first place.

but you wish it was as easy to switch your attention with just a head turn. a wave of a sharp, acrid scent mixed with the crisp night air stung the walls of your nose. it was so familiar. though you tried to bury it in the fragments of your memory, there were times when you yourself would be in their shoes; inhaling a chestful of smoke after along day that felt like it would never end, the bitter burn of nicotine hitting your throat like flames.

you didn’t need to look up again to know the source. it quite literally was all around their presence - the smoke of cheap cigarettes, ones that burned too quickly and with too much force.

by the time you were shaking yourself mentally out of it, the casted shadows of the group before you were already actively whispering between each other, giving you over the shoulder looks until all three had glared at you at least once. great. if you didn't feel weird before now you definitely were.

you tucked your hands into the pockets of your jacket and tried to keep your pace steady, swallowing, eyes still down on the asphalt. but that was only for a couple more seconds or so, until the boys had seemed to stop their pace and turn your way.

"hey," the guy in the middle, clearly the 'leader' of their little gang, was trying to get your attention. unexpected. you really wished to be able to just pass by, you didn't want any tension or problems, especially on a relatively empty street, sky getting darker every second. you really tried making it look like you didn't pay that much mind, until getting uncomfortably close and having to stop. you tilted your head up, not enough to meet gazes just yet, as looking at them directly seemed like a death wish at the very moment.

"got somewhere to be?" his voice was teasing, eyebrows raised at you sternly ignoring him for as long as you could. his question hung in the air like the smoke curling from the corner of his lips.

you really panicked for a moment, unsure of what to say.

"just passing through," you replied, voice steady despite the uneasy thrum in your chest. did that sound stupid? obviously you weren't following them. self doubts climbed up your skin along with the shivers. you kept your eyes on the leader, sensing he was the one who mattered most in this interaction. hell, you almost felt like breathing too much could've turned out the wrong way for you.

his lips curled at your answer, not quite a smirk, but close enough. "passing through, huh?" he echoed, as if tasting the words. did it really sound that stupid? you felt almost embarrassed at this point. doing your best to keep your form, you finally brought your eyes to examine the guy's face.

god, was he tall. his shoulders seemed especially broad with the unzipped puffer jacket resting on his shoulders, and height was hyperbolized by the below-average sized guy next to him. as your eyes crawled up to take apart his face, in the matter of seconds you noted the uniqueness of his features, his sharp jawline and plump lips that just finished letting go of a grey ribbon of smoke. his mimic seemed almost like one of a hand-drawn character, eyebrows especially expressive.

you felt so small, unrealistically small, nearly a whole meter smaller than him. a weird feeling continued spreading all across your body, so fast you couldn't even tell what it was.

you weren't the only one observing a stranger - while the tallest man was clearly staring back at you, his other two partners were doing just the same, but instead of your face they were more taking apart the details of your outfit.

standing so close to them and the recently released cloud of smoke just got in your head further, making it surprisingly difficult for you to feel like the whole situation wasn't just a part of your imagination or a hazy dream.

"do you smoke?"

what an ironic fucking question. the universe might have just been testing you right now. you had to take a second and blink to make sure this wasn't your brain talking.

"if you're sharing."

how pathetic.

how. fucking. pathetic.

the words just left your mind as if you turned back time, as if the whole period of quitting didn't even happen.

the man seemed to be in complete awe at your response, though. his lips parted, and eyebrows raised even higher. somehow he combined the expression of a subtle gasp with a smirk, clearly liking the way you spoke to him, how confident you seemed in the words, even if in reality you really weren't.

he looked at the two boys standing beside him, motioning something with his head, followed then by the two nodding and continuing to walk forward in the direction you all were going to initially, already finding themselves busy enough with a topic to discuss.

he used the one hand with a glowing, nearly-spent cigarette to hold up the the fabric of his jacket, so he could reach into the inner pocket and offer a brand new one to you. "be my guest"

if you're this far in, and the man in front of you is that good looking, there isn't much that could convince you to back off now. this isn't your proudest move.

you take the cigarette with a nod as a polite 'thanks', resting the fragile cylinder between the two of your fingers and bringing it closer to your lips.

you expected for him to also take out the lighter by now, but after shifting your focus for just a mere moment, you were only met with him inches closer to your face, the smoldering bud now pressed between his lips.

that was the exact second you felt it - your heart was beating at a pretty crazy pace. holy shit. your fingers were on the edge of shaking from the adrenaline in your veins, but you could probably shrug it off on the cold or the nicotine itself.

you knew exactly what to do, and the desire to keep your cool moved your head forward, the burning tip of his cigarette meeting the edge of yours with precision. a deep inhale and the faint crackle of the ember lit your own, sound filling the silence between you, something so quiet and gentle yet impossibly loud in the moment.

you swear his pupils dilated more with each second before you backed off to let out the first puff of bitter smoke. you felt disgusting. but yours probably got just as big in the moment. the heat seemed to be hitting not only your throat but also inching somewhere deeper. was it the same kind of heat? it's been too long for you to understand, and too many emotions were taking over you at the moment.

"I'm dongmin" with a soft smile and a draw from what's left of his bud, he extended his free hand out to you for a handshake, to which you did the same.

"y/n"

he looked at you with a smile, so mellow and cute, practically melting off the 'scary guy' image off his face. and you noticed it before he seemed to try and shrug it off right as he caught himself on it, suddenly starting to pace forward once again, you followed right after.

maybe it wasn't just you trying to make yourself look cool in front of the other for an impression.

"other two are donghyun and sanghyeok." he kept staring off into their backs, already significantly far that they couldn't hear any of his words, without trying to be quiet. "they're nicer than they look." he turned to you, the revealed tenderness still in the notes of his suppressed expression. it felt.. genuine.

you smiled back, walking beside one another in comfortable silence for a few moments, only the sound of your footsteps and the occasional inhale of smoke filling the air.

as the cigarette burned down to its last embers, your guilt was somewhere long forgotten, and the other two boys in the distance already seemed to walk off the other way, the two of you had made your way right to the entrance of your dorm without really thinking about it, filled with all kinds of conversations and facts about one another. both of your phone numbers already in the contacts of another. the cool night air had settled around you both, and you stood there for a moment, unsure of how to put the point you had in mind the whole time.

"you know, maybe we all are 'nicer than we look'" you quoted dongmin's words from the very beginning of your chat, and he felt a pang of surprise at you recalling his words. surely, by the way he shyly smiled and led his eyes away for a moment, you could tell he did find that bit of your words truthful. his exaggerated coolness slowly coming off, revealing a faint pink shade over his cheeks, so light it almost had a pastel-like quality.

and while you were busy noticing such details about him, all warm and fuzzy in your feelings, you didn't notice how dongmin stepped closer. there was no hesitation in his movement, and before you could process it, his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you in gently.

the kiss was soft, exploratory, like he was tasting the moment, tasting you. it was nothing like you expected, no rushed desperation, only a slow, lingering connection that felt entirely new. his lips were utterly bitter, but had a distinct note - he tasted of dark chocolate.

the moment felt fleeting, and ended just as carefully and gently as it started. after a shared smile, you stayed a little longer for a tight hug, before waving goodbye and him observing the door behind you close.

the whole evening still felt like a haze - your head was dizzy from the warmness of your feelings, everything inside you fluttered and a smile was impossible to erase from your face as you rode up the elevator; you wondered if he felt the same way, walking back to his place.

you were looking forward to tomorrow, and the day after; to more things to share about yourself, more things to learn about him; and eventually, after some while, watch him chuckle at you confessing you agreed to smoke just to continue a conversation with him, and appear cooler.

maybe you share more than it seemed, and the things that brought you closer might have been just equally pretentious.

[amournoir]

Happy valentines sweet Aurora ♡♡

I want to request a chains and whips with Elijah ♡♡ (of course) & add some sugar daddy spice if you don't mind.

Ruined

pairing(s): elijah mikaelson x f!reader

count: 5.5k

warning(s): smut {boob/nipple play, spanking, anal gaping, toys, vulgar words?}

author’s note: ahhh lovie! thank you so much for the request, i truly hope you enjoy it. i love you so much 🤍

It was the day Y/N dreaded the most. The one day of the year that everyone collectively somehow agreed to show their love to their partners. It was the day money would be wasted on the same old roses, same tooth rotting chocolates, and same oversized teddy bears. If you haven’t guessed it yet, it was Valentine’s Day. 

Y/N groaned as she rolled around in her bed, trying to figure out what she’ll do. Being outside was absolutely not an option, the last she wanted was a front row view of the disgusting displays of affection. No she wanted something simple yet exciting, not public but also would be okay with some privacy. She smirked as her head concocted a beautifully sinful idea. She rolled over to the head of her bed and reached over her nightstand, grabbing her phone all the while. She quickly unlocked it and sent a text all in less than a minute. She waited what felt like ages but was probably a minute or two before her phone beeped. She grinned at her plan that was working so far. 

Half an hour later, she was getting dressed in front of her mirror. She put on the skimpiest, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination, white lingerie set. Her deep plunging skintight dark maroon dress choked her curves in all the right places. She topped it off with the classic black stilettos that had red bottoms. After appreciating her figure, she grabbed her phone and shoved it in one bra then her keys and shoved it in the other one. 

It took her almost twenty minutes to get there but she convinced herself that it’d be okay. It’s better to be fashionably late than early or godforbid on time. Y/N got out of her taxi cab and walked down the brightly lit streets of the French Quarter. Music, cheers, and laughter could be heard before you saw what was happening. As she knew it, couples were standing around being lovey and gross. She made a face as she quickly walked down the street towards the most notorious family home. A bouncer stopped her at the front, she merely pulled out her phone from her bra and pressed the recently dialed number. The man over the phone spoke a simple ‘she’s fine’ and the bouncer let her in. 

Y/N hung up and walked in through the metal gates, the music was getting louder and louder at every step she took. Soon she stood in the courtyard, surrounded by exotic dancers in valentine’s attire. She looked around and noticed how obvious the theme was and instantly knew a certain blonde girl was behind this whole party. A waiter passed her by and she reached for the glass of champagne before he left, downing it instantly and grabbed another glass. 

“Easy love, you’ve only just arrived.” There was that charming accent she somewhat loathed. 

Y/N smiles politely then downed the other glass like a shot, not-so-politely. “Stalking me already?” 

He smirks at her slight defiance, “Perhaps. Or maybe the party’s just got here.” He offers his elbow. 

She smiles at him and hurriedly places her two empty glasses on the other waiter’s trays before he walks away. She turns to face him then looks down at his arm. She shrugs and loops her arm through his, he begins dragging her around the compound. They chit chat briefly on useless topics, occasionally Y/N scans the room but this doesn’t go unnoticed by him. 

“Already bored of me love?” He feigns offense, placing his hand over his chest. 

Y/N quickly looks at him, caught red handed by him due to her lack of interest. “No. Just wondering where the rest of your family is. It’s your party isn’t it?” 

“Actually it’s Rebekah’s, something she’s been sure to let everyone know.” He leans against the metal railing as he looks down into the crowd. “Kol is somewhere here with Davina and I suppose my brother is in his office brooding as usual.” 

“He doesn’t brood.” Y/N quickly retorts without thinking. 

“Oh?” He smiles, his interest now piqued. “Tell me then. What does he do?” 

“I don’t know, I just don’t think he broods.” Y/N lies. 

The man stares at her for what seems like a long while, trying to decipher the thoughts ping ponging around her head. “So once again…” Klaus leans much closer to her, his breath fanning against her ear. “…what, pray tell, does my dear older brother do?” 

Y/N opens her mouth to respond but all that comes out are stutters so she quickly closes it. She tries to move aside but his figure is larger than hers and easily blocks her exits. She’s left with nothing to do but lean on the stone wall behind her, placing her palms flat against it hoping its coolness might relax her now racing heart. Her mind is speeding through different directions, trying to figure out how to leave him without angering him or dragging attention to herself. 

Klaus watches as she tries to find ways to escape, he can hear the quickening pace of her heart. He smirks and opts to startle her by slamming his hand on the wall, right next to her face. She jumps alert, her hand flying to her chest. He chuckles at her reaction, gaze lingering on her plunging neckline. He uses his free hand to slide up her belly towards her breasts, stopping just short of the actual cleavage area. His eyes flick upwards to hers and he catches her watching him, with a cheeky smile, he drags his hand further up until it stops on the base of her neck. 

“Such a pretty neck.” He says so very casually. His fingers wrap around it and Y/N lets out a sudden groan. “Is this perhaps what he does?” 

Y/N doesn’t know if she should even answer that. She remains quiet and hopes he’ll grow bored of her nonparticipation eventually. Before she can utter a word, a voice is heard from her left hand side. “Leave her.” 

Klaus smirks and tightens his grip around Y/N’s neck. “Brother. We were just talking about you.” 

“I won't say it again Niklaus.” 

The hybrid reluctantly releases Y/N, raising his arms up, and takes a step back. He continues to step away, still that smug smile on his face, until he’s further away from her and gone. Y/N lets out a heavy breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding onto. 

“Are you alright?” 

She feels around her throat, massaging the slightly reddened skin. She nods as she looks at him. “Thank you.” 

“You shouldn’t thank me. I would’ve let him continue just so I could hear your answer but something tells me you’d sooner blackout.” 

You turn and face him, an incredulous look on your face, “You— really?” 

He merely shrugs. “Consider me curious my dear.” He walks, no stalks, slowly toward her and abruptly stops in front of a pair of closed french doors. Wordlessly, he ushers her in and waits until she’s inside to shut the frosted glass doors behind them.  

Y/N stands in the middle of the guest bedroom, taking in the view. It’s a normal room with a bed, a nightstand, a plush seat and dresser but it doesn’t look like it at all. There are old paintings on the wall, the decor such as the rug and curtains are from a different time period. It’s like sleeping in a room bathed in history but existing in the present. 

This was why she enjoyed being around the family. The things they’ve seen and heard are far more valuable to her than anything in existence. It’s actually how she and the older Mikaelson met. A year ago she had been gifted museum tickets for her birthday and there was no chance she’d pass it up. She was quick to book a date at the location and when the day came, she was ready. You’d think she was a tourist with the armful of pamphlets and a camera hanging around her neck. She wasn’t even aware of the existence of supernatural beings until that day. Y/N and him found each other in the halls of the Louvre; she was admiring longingly for a time that wasn’t hers and he was reminiscing a time he missed. 

Y/N was utterly lost in her imagination that she didn’t hear a lick of what he said. He had to physically touch her to pull her out of the spell the tapestries had her in. She apologized, embarrassed by her lack of awareness, and he smiled at her ability to shut out the world, something he was quite good at. Their conversation was long, she had questions and he somehow seemed to have all the answers. Something about her interest and thirst for history fueled him, so much so that he straight up told her how he knew what he knew. Her reaction was peculiar. She wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t impressed…she simply just didn’t know how to feel. 

Over the days she spent in France, he showed her all the memorable places especially where the history was rich. She walked through halls that once withheld so much power of kings and queens, lands that once belonged to the people who would ignite the revolutionary wars. Her body was giddy with excitement as her imagination ran wild listening to his stories. He loved how she appreciated and adored history, this would perhaps explain why he kept her very close to him. In over a thousand years, it was a rare occurrence that he met someone like her. When her trip was done, she left with a journal full of French history and her mind full of the supernatural. 

They met monthly, speaking of quite literally anything until one night there was far less talking than they were each used to. She was out celebrating a friend’s engagement, had far too much to drink and no clue how to get herself home safely. Without a thought, she dialed his number and minutes later he pulled up in a matte black car and his signature suit. Her friends truly thought he was hers and she would’ve quickly corrected them but her drunken state mixed with slight desire had her possessively holding onto his arms. Somehow that wasn’t enough for one of the women, she dared try to have a flirty banter with him, something Y/N wasn’t going to allow. Once again, with no thought behind those eyes of hers, she turned in his arms and kissed him. That small decision changed their relationship completely. 

“I’ve lost you again.” His voice pulls her from her memories. 

“Hm– what? No.” 

He raises his full thick brow at her, “Alright then answer me.” 

Mute…that’s what she became. She didn’t hear a damn thing he said, she didn’t even know he was talking. Her brain tried to remember the last thing he said before they entered the room but nothing came to her. She sighs and looks at him, “Okay fine, guilty. What was the question?” 

He crosses the room from the french doors to her spot next to the painting above the fireplace. Gently, he tucks her hair behind her ear and admires her. He pulls her face close to his until they are mere inches apart, lips almost brushing against each other’s. Y/N was practically salivating, her not-so-subtle gulp drew his eyes to her throat. “What do I do…” He begins, then continues and clarifies, “…to you?”

“This.” She quickly replies, hoping he’d give her what she came for. 

“What exactly is ‘this’?” He asks but knows exactly what she meant. He just wants to hear the words from her lips. 

Y/N’s gaze holds his, forcing herself not to look away or falter even for a moment. “Heard, seen, cared for, and so on.” 

He smiles sweetly and takes a step back from her, giving her a moment to breathe and relax herself. Once his senses pick up on the resting beat of her heart, he uses his vampiric abilities to grab her and take her to his room. In a blur, she is on his bed and tossed on her back, the silk sheets beneath her felt familiar and soft. Her eyes widened but not in surprise or shock, not at all, in absolute joy. She tries to pull herself up into a seated position but he’s quick to push her back down. 

“Now where did we leave off?” 

“I answered you already.” 

“My dear you and I both know that’s not the complete truth. Shall I ask again?” He questions, reaching over into the drawers of the nightstand for something. He hides it behind him, enjoying how her eyes flicker around in anticipation. 

“I don’t…I don’t know what you want me to say.” She lies seamlessly, shaking her head all the while. She had been in his room several times but never once had she looked for an escape like now. Even if she did manage to somehow get out of the room, she’d barely make it one step down the hall before he hauled her right back inside. 

“Hmm.” He hums, still holding that little smile. “I suppose I’ll just have to drag it out of you.” 

“Elijah wait—” She begins but her words are quickly cut off. In yet another blur, her hands are bound in handcuffs above her head to the headboard posts, same with her legs. Her skintight dress stretches and naturally rolls up, settling on her hips. 

The man reaches back to her zipper and expertly slides it down. His hands slowly tug and pull the dress off of her, leaving her in her skimpy white lace lingerie. Elijah sucks in a sharp breath, his pupils slowly dilating. She looks utterly sinful right now. Her arms and legs are spread apart in four different directions, leaving her completely helpless and exposed to him. He takes off his tie, undoes his cufflinks, unbuttons his wrist cuffs, and undresses himself torturously slowly. 

Y/N could do nothing but watch him tease her with his impromptu trip show. He removes every bit of clothing except his underwear that was hugging his firm ass. “Take it off.” Y/N demands, already hot and bothered just from his stripping. 

He smirks and ignores her as he gets onto his bed, settling down between her spread legs. The bag he had retrieved from the drawer had lots of goodies, all of which he knows she’ll appreciate. He removes them one by one, showing it off. First up is a pair of nipple clamps. He reaches up to her covered mounds and pinches each one, earning himself a moan from Y/N’s lips. He doesn’t remove the bra but instead opts to pull the breasts from their confines and they spill out into his hands. Slow gentle massages is all she can feel, his cool palms on her hot flesh makes for a delicious combination. Right as she’s comfortable, he pinches one nipple and pulls at it, snapping the metal clamp on it then repeats to the other one. Once done, both clamps are firmly placed on her hardened buds, there’s a metal chain attached to each clamp. 

Elijah admires her new piece of jewelry and playfully tugs on the chain, eliciting a groan from Y/N. Proud of himself but still not satisfied, he continues on. The second item is a small red oval shaped thing. She’s confused but before she can ask, he presses a button on it and it buzzes to life. Oh no. She knew he had once mentioned this but only because he caught her masturbating, she didn’t think he’d ever purchase it though. There’s not much he wants to do with it but he thinks that it will prepare her for him so he turns it to a medium setting, slightly lifts her panties aside and inserts it into her already wet cunt. 

There are still several more items in the black bag but he only grabs two more then tosses the plastic bag on the dresser. Her eyes damn near pop out of their socket as they stare at the long incredibly girthy dildos in his hands. Earlier that night, she had no plans but didn’t want to be alone so she may or may not have texted him asking to be thoroughly satisfied and who was he not to indulge her. This is how she found herself at her current state completely at his mercy. 

“One last time Y/N.” He begins, a hint of warning in his voice. “What do I do to you?” 

Stubborn as a mule, she refuses to answer but all this does is solidify his reasoning to punish her. He nods his head, he knew she wouldn’t answer him but he had to make it clear that he had given her several chances. Elijah’s fingers trace over the band of her panties, Y/N’s body jumps at the contact. She had been quietly mewling, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of giving in. He rips it in half then in half again, scattering the tiny cloth now in pieces over the side of his bed. 

Her bare pussy was now fully exposed to him. It has a light pink color to it and swollen, shaven but not fully, it had a stubble. He watched how her muscles would contract to try and pull the little red toy inside its depths yet fail each time. At the same time, her ass clenched as well, he could see the puckered hole tightly shut. He wasn’t having that. His fingers played with her clit, pulling a moan from her lips and making her muscles relax for a split second but that’s all he needed. The instant her asshole opened, he teased the tip of the clear dildo at the entrance. 

“Open or I will make you.” This was a command, not a request. 

“Eli please, not that.” She says, her heaving chest and heavy breath clear. “It’s big— just put it in my pussy instead.” 

He chuckles in a low yet devious manner. He moves his left hand from her clit and to her ass cheeks, soothingly rubbing the plump flesh. His other hand places the toy down and joins in. Soon Y/N’s lips are releasing sounds of sighs and just like that, she feels a loud thwack on her rear side. She had closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy what she thought was him being sweet but he had somehow managed to unlock her bound legs and lift them upwards. He pushes them to her chest, almost folding her in half. 

Her ass was now easily accessible to him. Another thwack was heard, this time leaving an impression of his hand on her rear. One hand is holding her legs firmly in place while the other begins to slap her asshole and pussy. An ungodly sound emits from her lips but all it does is spur him on. He slaps both holes once again, she clenches then relaxes. This little game carries on for a while until she’s a writhing, moaning mess for him. During it, he had turned up the vibration speed of the toy inside her and to his surprise, her body squirted at him. She apologized but he grinned, eyes filled with lust. 

Now here she was: thighs covered in her previous squirts, pussy swollen and red, and his lower abdomen with traces of her little release. Her begging and pleading only made him want to ruin her some more and oh the plans he had for her. Elijah has been paying close attention to her hole which was now relaxed, he takes the opportunity to insert the clear toy. It’s a tight fit but he was determined to take her one way or another, if he wasn’t in control of himself, he’d just shove inside her and deal with the consequences later. But thankfully that wasn’t the case. 

Y/N moans as the toy continues its nonstop vibrating assault inside her. In a moment of brief relaxation, she feels the dildo enter her uncharted territory. Her eyes fly open as she lifts her head up and looks down between her thighs. Elijah locks eyes with her as he smirks, pushing the toy all the way inside, and sighing proudly. Y/N is speechless. She’s never had anything in there until today and something tells her this won’t be a one-time thing. Slowly and steadily, he thrusts the clear toy inside her tight crevice and out, continuing this pace for a while. 

Once he is sure she’s ready, he practically rips his own underwear off and lines himself up. The toy has a feature that Y/N is unaware of and Elijah is more than happy to show off. He presses a button and almost immediately, it comes alive and thrusts itself in and out of her. Fully pleased with himself, he smiles gleefully and replaces the little red toy inside her pussy with his own cock. 

“Fuck!” Y/N exclaims, unaccustomed to being double penetrated. 

Elijah doesn’t give her a moment to breathe, his thumb presses on her clit as he thrusts in and out of the familiar wetness. His right hand is holding one of her legs around his waist, offering him a slightly different angle. All that can be heard in the room is the vibrating toy in her ass, the squelching sounds of him fucking her, and their combined moans. In all of the centuries he had been alive, he’d never once done this and it was arousing as fuck to him. The thin flesh separating her two holes made it incredibly easy for him to feel the vibrations as well. 

Her eyes roll back to her head, lips are parted, face is scrunched, and her rather large tits bounce at each impact of his thrusts. She writhes around the silky mattress, whining and moaning about. He can feel her getting closer to her release and he wants nothing more than for her to come undone. 

He leans forward, dropping her leg from his waist, further burying himself inside her. “Let go for me sweetheart.” It’s a simple sweet sentence but it has her calling out his name as her squishy pink walls squeeze his cock tightly, groaning out her release. “Good girl,” He whispers softly in her ear, kissing it. He stays still within her, letting her come down from her high and basking in her pleasure brought on by him. 

After a sweet moment of sweet nothings being whispered between them, he pulls himself up and abruptly exits her core. His precum mixes with hers and he watches it leak out slowly. He lowers his head, settling between her thighs and begins to lick up her juices, humming against her cunt. He slurps and drinks it all, his tongue enters and sucks as much as he can reach. Y/N tugs on the cuffs on the posts, finding it infuriating that she can’t push him closer or away for that matter. Elijah chuckles at the sight, he loves seeing her bound and weak and needy for him. He dives back down and swirls his tongue around her clit, nipping at it very gently but that’s all it takes to make her come undone once again. He eagerly tilts his head down to her pussy, allowing her cum to slide into his mouth and down his throat. 

“You taste absolutely divine.” He moans, sucking in his teeth. He positions himself again and grabs his member in his hand, tapping it on her overly sensitive hole. “Round two my dear?” 

“Eli I can’t— please. It’s too much.” She pleads, her breath trembling in anticipation. 

“Is it?” He muses teasingly. “Tell me what I want to know.” 

“And I can go? We’ll be done?” She asks. 

He flicks at her swollen clit and her hips jerks upwards, a gasp escaping her lips. He does it again then again and before he can do it one more time, she blurts out. “You make me wet.” 

He smiles, “Continue.” 

“Every time I see you, I can’t stop thinking of you fucking me. It doesn’t matter where we are or who is there. Your pet names for me…make me soaking wet. When I see couples— I…I imagine it to be us, doing all the things they do, especially the sex. When we’re alone in a room, I have to fight the urge to pounce on you.” Y/N confesses, a glimmer of softness and desire evident in her eyes. “That’s what you do to me. You make me hungry for you and…” She pushes her hips towards his, holding his gaze. “…I want you to ruin me. Please Eli— have me however you desire.” 

Elijah leans towards her face and gently kisses her, it’s slow and loving. They make out passionately for a moment, his hands tracing her curves. They stop and look into one another’s eyes, saying nothing yet everything at the same time. He kisses her again, mumbling softly against her lips, “I’ve been waiting 8 months for that. Fucking your sweet little pussy continuously for days and weeks on end.” His tongue licks her jawline, tracing to her ear. “You’ve always been mine but I’m more than willing to break you and mold you into my perfect toy.” 

If someone could cum just from words, Y/N would turn his bed into a pool. He kisses his way down from the shell of her ear to her neck then the valley of her boobs, tugging the nipple clamps, down to her sweaty belly and her warm nether regions. He fixes their positions: he’s on his knees in front of her ready holes and she’s laying on her backside, arms bound in cuffs, and her legs are lifted up and over her chest, her knees practically touching her shoulders. 

Elijah hocks some saliva from his throat, letting the slobber drip out from his mouth and directly into her asshole that is open thanks to his right hand fingers. Y/N stares at the erotic scene before her and accidentally queefs. He chuckles at the bodily reaction but she groans in embarrassment. He spits into her open hole one again, ensuring she’s well prepped. 

“Wait, there again?” She asks, watching him looming over her. 

“It’s such a pretty hole Y/N, why would I ever pass the opportunity to defile it?” 

“But you did Eli— the dildo?” She says but she knows damn well a fake dick versus his are absolutely not the same. 

“Darling if anything is going to ruin that tight virgin asshole of yours, it’ll be my fucking cock.” Elijah says, grunting as he manages to push himself halfway through. With another grunt, he fully bottoms out and sighs. 

He remains inside her ungodly tight anal cavity, his cock feels as though it’s being choked. He tries to pull out but nothing, even with all that saliva and him fucking her with that toy, she’s not any looser. It takes a little while for him to pull himself in and out of her cavern without ripping her a new one. He dislikes this slow pace but he knows he must loosen her up first so he keeps at it until soon she’s moaning and her muscles relax. 

In no time at all, he buries himself in her to the hilt, and pulls out then does it again and again. Y/N had never seen the pleasure in having anal sex but now she craved nothing else. The constant pounding that was occurring inside her walls was making her deliriously happy. Her lips are parted, gasping and moaning, if you squint you could hear the panting as well. Her head is tossed back, a show of her surrender to his onslaught work. Elijah had long forfeited the idea of gentleness, his heightened senses were turning him primal. He grabs both of her legs, his fingers digging into her thighs, as he rides her asshole at an inhumane speed. Her pleas and cries were falling on deaf ears, he only sought after his own release. 

She cums and moans loudly, her body convulsing underneath him. Still he doesn’t stop and truthfully she doesn’t want him to. She is beyond overstimulated but something in her mind snaps and makes her want more. She is hungry for him, to become whatever he wishes. His movements has the bed rocking and creaking, he has never been so aggressive but fuck if it wasn’t hot. One hand reaches for the chain and tugs on it, pulling at her clamped nipples. Y/N squeals in surprise, she thought those were simply for his visual pleasure. He tugs again and again, enjoying the yelps falling off her lips. 

Elijah’s eyes were pitch black, fully consumed by his desire for her. His hands are back on her thighs and his body is pressing down on hers. The closer he moves to her, the deeper his thrusts into her ass are. He maneuvers around so that his left hand hikes her thigh over his waist while his right hand holds onto her neck. He squeezes it, watching her eyes flutter shut. His breath is fanning her ear as he whispers words of encouragement with some good old filth. 

“Your asshole is wrapped tight around my cock princess, so needy aren’t you?” 

She merely nods, unable to utter any words or even think. 

He bites her earlobe, groaning into it as he continues to pound into her. “I’m close Y/N. I’ll fucking paint those walls cream.” 

“Fuck yesss. Do ittt,” She drawls, utterly spent yet still willing to take more. 

He immediately tightens his grip on her neck, “Manners.” 

“Sorry daddy. Please please cum in my ass, fill it up please.” Y/N begs, her words strained. 

“Daddy?” He says, tasting the unfamiliar word on his tongue. He grins widely and rails her with renewed vigor. “I can work with that.” 

Y/N’s hands grab onto her binds tightly, afraid that it’ll break any moment due to Elijah’s unrelenting powerful thrusts. He lets out a deep guttural moan and stills inside her, his cock twitching before exploding inside the furthest depths of her uncharted hole —well until now— and covers every inch in his warm cream colored cum. She squeals at the foreign sensation, she can feel him inside and even his release which warms her. 

He kisses her ears, her cheek, her chin, and lastly her lips, swallowing her moans. His left hand unwraps her leg from his waist and slips in between them, finds her clit and uses his vampiric speed to rub it quickly. Y/N’s soft cries are muffled by his mouth, she tightens her legs around him and he takes the simple signal. His fingers continue their work until she’s coming on his hand once again. He manages to make her squirt once more, her moans fall uncontrollably from her lips. 

He pulls out of her hole, groaning all the while, and collapses on top of her. She tries to regain her breathing, her chest rising and falling quickly. Elijah reaches over the nightstand to retrieve the key, unlocking her cuffs. Y/N sighs in relief, massaging her wrists gently. He takes her hands and peppers soft kisses on the red marks. With a lot of effort, she grunts and rolls herself over, laying on his shoulder. She wraps her arms around him loosely, lacking the strength to hold on. He simply smiles and drapes her leg over his waist, pulling her close to him. 

“How do you feel?” He asks, genuinely wanting to know if she is alright. 

“A bit sore…” She answers then groans as she tries to tangle her legs with his. “…okay make that very sore.” 

He places a soft kiss on her shoulder then cheek then her forehead. His hand runs down from her neck to the base of her spine in a soothing manner. “Did I hurt you?” 

She shakes her head, touched by how loving and sweet he is during aftercare. “Not at all. It was just new.” 

He smiles and looks down at her, she looks so peaceful and also thoroughly fucked. “I’m glad. We’ll continue in ten minutes, I want to fuck your ass again from behind so I can watch it jiggle.” 

Y/N groans at his lewdness, “Such a dirty mouth.” 

He chuckles, his hand massaging her ass cheek gently. “Only for you.” 

“How about thirty minutes? I need a tiny nap.” She asks, eyes closed as she’s slowly lulled to sleep by her fatigued body and his cool one. 

Elijah whispers an ‘okay’ in her ears just before she’s fully asleep. He holds her tightly close to him, caressing her body softly as he too takes the moment to relax. The party outside in the compound is still going. He can vividly hear the music and occasionally picks up on the conversations. The moonlight is shining brightly into his room, illuminating everything. He takes one last look at Y/N’s now sleeping figure and smiles, kissing her head softly before fully relaxing into the pillows behind him. He shuts his eyes, ready to be swept away by the tidal waves of dreams pertaining to him and her.

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The Peaky Role (Part Eight)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad, Some Smu

CILLIAN'S POV

Later that day, at Cillian's house, during dinner, laughter and chatter filled the air as Nina, Cillian, and her siblings gathered around the table while Danielle had gone away for the weekend.

The aroma of roasted vegetables and herbs wafted through the kitchen, mingling with the sound of silverware clinking against plates after Cillian had prepared dinner. Making dinner was a ritual for him, a way to channel the noise of the world into something quiet and nourishing.

"What's for dessert?" Cillian's son, Max, asked, his eyes wide with hope as he pushed his plate away, his stomach still rumbling with anticipation.

“It's a surprise," Cillian grinned before diving into a serving of broccoli.

Nina raised an eyebrow, playfully skeptical. “Please let it be chocolate pudding. If it’s anything like the last time, I might cry.”

Cillian chuckled, a hint of mischief sparkling in his blue eyes. “Oh come on, my creme brûlée was a culinary masterpiece!"

Nina rolled her eyes dramatically. “Masterpiece? That was more like an abomination!" she teased Cillian feigned offense, dramatically clutching his chest.

"Now eat your vegtables guys, otherwise you won't be having dessert," he warned, adopting the classic 'dad voice' that made his children giggle.

"What is the dessert though, dad? I want to make sure me eating the broccoli is worth it," Max demanded, a playful grin on his face.

Cillian leaned back with amusement. "I just bought magnums," he announced, grinning as his kids cheered in unison, letting out whoops of joy that echoed off the walls, seeing how this was their favourite.

After dinner, Nina helped Cillian clear the table while her siblings rushed toward the living room, their excitement palpable as they imagined the sweet reward to come.

“Dad, can I ask you something?” Nina asked as she stacked some dishes into the dishwasher.

Cillian turned, wiping his hands on a towel. “Of course, what is it?” he asked, his brow furrowed slightly, concern flickering in his blue eyes.

Nina shifted, glancing toward the livingroom where her siblings had settled into the couch, their animated voices filling the room as they debated what movie to watch.

"I had breakfast with Y/N today, you know?” she said, biting her lip as she felt the weight of both her concern and her curiosity.

Cillian’s expression darkened slightly. “And?" he asked with a mixture of fatherly instinct and curiosity swirling within him.

“She is going through a little rough patch with her boyfriend,” Nina confessed, crossing her arms tighter, as if warding off any impending judgment. “And I was just wondering whether you could cut her some slack next week on set in case things take a turn for the worse.”

Cillian’s expression softened, understanding intersecting with concern. “Is James being... difficult again?” he asked as he shifted his weight, leaning against the counter, exuding an air of protective authority.

He had met him a few times before, at your house and it was no secret to him that the two of you were having problems.

“Ugh, you wouldn't believe it," Nina said, rolling her eyes. "He keeps hounding her about driving down to Cork to see him, like it’s the end of the world if she doesn’t drop everything. I mean, she is only here for the weekend and he expects her to drive down there to see him. She should just dump him, don't you think?" she continued, exasperation creeping into her voice.

Cillian frowned, his expression turning serious. "Well, she’s got a career to think about. This is an important time for her," he said, feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over him. "But in the end of the day, what she does with her life is her choice and it doesn't matter what either of us think about it.”

Nina huffed, pushing back a piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re… well, old...," Nina shot back, trying to point out that he was at a different stage of life than her and you.

Cillian raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. “Old?” he repeated, pretending to be offended. “I prefer ‘seasoned’,” he quipped, arching an eyebrow. “But seriously, you’ve got to let her figure this one out for herself. She is a smart young woman and, if shit does hit the fan, then I am quite certain that she will still perform on set," Cillian added, his tone shifting from playful to earnest. “She’s got enough talent for that,” he continued, hands tucked into his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe.

Nina sighed deeply before nodding. "I just wanted you to be aware so that you can keep an eye on her. You know, in case she needs someone to talk to and she said that you are the only one she knows. She can be a bit stubborn about these things.”

“Stubborn, huh?” Cillian chuckled, his eyes glinting with humor. “I've noticed quite a bit of that lately and I can tell you that she doesn't really socialise much on set either," he admitted before pushing off the counter, leaning slightly closer. “But yeah, I will keep an eye on her at work, just in case."

Nina relaxed a little, her shoulders dropping. “Thanks, Dad," she then said, a small smile breaking through her earlier tension. “That means a lot. Just… don’t be too dad-like."

Cillian laughed and held his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright!" he said, his grin breaking through the tension before finishing up the dishes.

After Cillian and Nina cleaned up, they both settled down with Nina's siblings on the couch, where the kids had already searched through a selection of films, finally deciding on a light-hearted adventure flick.

After the movies everyone then went to their room, calling it a night and as they retreated to their bedrooms, the hallway filled with the soft sounds of yawning and shuffling.

Cillian, too, was tired after such a full day, but sleep eluded him. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, shadows shifting as the moonlight filtered through the curtains.

Just like the last two nights, thouughts of you crept into his mind, swirling around like leaves caught in a storm. Your laughter, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about music, and that moment on the plane when you clutched his hand as turbulence rattled through the cabin like a rogue wave. He replayed the feel of your small fingers wrapped around his, the warmth of your palm breaking through the chill of the flight.

“Damn,” he muttered quietly to himself, shifting beneath the covers as he tried to banish the thoughts. What was happening to him? The questions looped in Cillian's mind like an endless song, each note tinged with an unsettling mix of desire and confusion. He turned over, seeking comfort in the familiar folds of his sheets that, instead, felt like a prison, reminding him of all the boundaries he was treading on and, just as he almost managed to drift off, the memory of your sscene together interrupted the silence in his mind—an image he couldn't shake.

You, atop him, the softness of your skin brushed with the innocent thrill of pretending. The awkwardness of it all felt like a double-edged sword; on one hand, it was simply acting, something he had done countless times before, yet on the other, it struck a nerve deeper than any role had.

The sound of your moans floated through his mind, echoing against the walls of his memory like a haunting melody. He pictured the way your hair cascaded over your bare breasts, with each adjustment made by the crew, the intimacy of the moment growing more palpable. He could almost feel the heat radiating from your skin as you leaned closer, teasing him with a hint of vulnerability and just like that, Cillian felt the weight of it—an undeniable pull toward you that tethered him to his own desires and unease.

For the past few nights, he had managed to push away those thoughts, silencing them under the guise of exhaustion, but now, in the stillness of his room, this desire he had was all too raw, too real.

He imagined what it would be like to touch you, to taste your lips as he covered your body with his own. He imagined what  you would feel like beneath him, your body trembling and arching against his as he entered you, your moans and gasps matching his own. His pulse quickened as he pictured the look of pure ecstasy on your face, your eyes alight with desire and satisfaction.

The vision was almost too much for him to bear, his hand sliding down towards his boxers  as his body responded in kind.

He closed his eyes, imagining your fingers brushing against the bulge in his briefs, the fabric straining against him as you stroked him, drawing him in, fueling his need for you.

Cillian groaned, letting out a string of swear words as he felt himself getting harder, and he knew that he had to relieve himself  . With one swift motion, he pushed his boxers down, his throbbing erection springing free.

In the dark solitude of his room, he let his imagination take over, picturing you in front of him, wanting him as much as he wanted you.

"Fuck," he moaned, taking himself into his hand and stroking slowly, building up the tension that already coursed through his veins. He could almost smell your hair or feel its silky softness between his fingers.

His mind had become his worst enemy, but he couldn’t help it––he imagined you begging for it, your body exposed under the soft glow of his bedside lamp.

Slowly, he began to get lost in the fantasy, his breaths getting heavy as he stroked himself faster, imagining the shape of your hips and waist beneath his hands.

“God,” he murmured to himself, the thought of being inside you setting his body on fire. He couldn’t stop himself, his mouth spilling obscenities as he grew closer to release.

“This is fucking killing me!" he whispered,  the words thick with frustration. His grip on his cock tightened erratically, jerking and twisting in a desperate attempt to escape the agony.

Cillian moved his head from side to side, muttering curses, a cocktail of expletives and obscenities slipping from his lips as he let loose a tirade of anger and intense need. He felt like a caged animal, the tension building up inside him until he neared the point of explosion.

Nearing his own climax, Cillian bit his lip, groaning deeply as he moved his hand faster over his cock. His hips bucked, grinding up against his fist as he felt his cock pulsing with anticipation.

His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, the anticipation overwhelming him as he finally let go, surrendering to the blinding orgasm that spilled forth. 

"Fuck !" he cried out, his voice echoing in the dark room as ropes of cum shot from his cock, painting a messy pattern on his stomach, leaving him spent and dizzy.

For a while, Cillian just lay there in the dark, his mind abuzz with what had just happened. His heart raced, his breaths still coming in hot, heavy pants, the sweat drying on his skin in the cold air.

As the initial rush subsided, a wave of guilt and shame crashed over him, more potent than the waves on the nearby beaches.

Cillian felt disgusted with himself, hating that he couldn't control his desires for you.

"Fuck," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut.

"What the hell am I doing?" He couldn't believe he had just done that - allowed his mind to wander to a place it shouldn't, giving in to desires that could never be realized.

He got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the light and gazing at his reflection in the mirror. His face was flushed, eyes glazed over, and he looked like a man possessed. He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, trying to snap out of it. "Get it together, man," he told himself sternly.

He wiped his face dry with a towel and looked back at the bed, his thoughts still swirling with images of you, his daughter's best friend and his best friend's daughter. "We can't do this," he whispered aloud, "we just can't,'" he murmured  to himself, thinking about the potential consequences.

The guilt lingered, but the desire that had awakened in him was not so easily tamed. He knew he should resist, that it was wrong. He was married and you were, most certainly, off limits. 

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face masks and horror films II l.williamson x reader

can’t decide if I love this or I hate this but we do love hopelessly soft girlfriend banter 🫶🏻

face masks and horror films II l.williamson x reader

"jesus babe what the hell is in this? it smells like literal petrol." leahs face twisted into a disgusted grimace as she sniffed the top of the bottle, yanking her head away immediately as you moved the flyaways off of her forehead, tucking them behind her ears and tying her hair back into a loose bun.

today was a day you knew would be nothing short of gut wrenching for your girlfriend, the lionesses world cup squad was to be announced, and leahs name wouldn't be on there.

though she was doing well at hiding how much it obviously hurt, unlike others you were not as easily fooled and knowing the older girl like the back of your hand you saw right through her act.

none the less you were still wanting to respect that the defender clearly didn't want to make much of a fuss over it or even talk about it.

though knowing how much it was actually affecting her you'd used the excuse of being stressed out from your own work load to talk her into an at home pamper day of sorts, with the real intent being to try and take her mind off the squad roster.

you'd been by her side and in her corner every single day since she'd gone down and done her acl, and it had hardly been easy given the your girlfriend was quite honestly one of the most stubborn, independent, strong willed, and sometimes pig headed women you'd ever met, but you loved her dearly for it. 

her burning passion and fierce loyalty made her the perfect leader and the most protective and loving of partners, but it was the moments where her walls were down and she was vulnerable and honest and open with you that really made you fall so deeply for the older girl.

your paths had first crossed at a local park, leah our for a walk with her mum enjoying the rare appearance of sunshine on her day off.

you babysitting your troublesome nephew had hoped some fresh air and a kick around of a ball would help to tire him out, and had promptly whisked him off to the park with you.

you were hopelessly naive though and instead had spent the afternoon tiring yourself out as he ran rings around you, energy supply seemingly endless as he zoomed around the park.

only six years old, tall for his age and far from the most self aware of children with his head in the clouds more often than not. it wasn’t long before he’d quite literally slammed into the back of an unsuspecting leahs legs, taking her down to the ground as he chased after the football you’d toe punted in the wrong direction.

“i’m so incredibly sorry oh my god are you alright??” you’d sprinted over as the girl got to her feet, tailbone throbbing and ready to give a very unimpressed mouthful to the parent of the pocket rocket which had taken her off her feet without so much as a hello.

only the moment her eyes fell to you her mouth dried up, words dying on her lips as any ounce of ill will or anger dissipated. “yeah I’m okay.” leah had managed to stutter out, her mum seeing the slight blush grow on her daughters cheeks and excusing herself with the lie she needed to make a phone call.

“archie oliver green you come here right now and apologise to this poor lady!” you shouted at your nephew as he collected the ball he was chasing in the first place. face paling he scurried over and rambled out an apology toward leah, looking up at you for approval as you nodded, running a hand fondly through his hair before excusing him to continue playing.

you continued to apologise yourself over and over to the unfamiliar blonde who waved you off each time, though after much pestering accepted your offer of buying her a coffee in return for the trouble.

and from the moment you’d teased her for ordering a hot chocolate instead, the rest was history.

"leah you're being ridiculous it literally has no smell." you rolled your eyes, snatching the bottle of face mask mixture back off of your girlfriend and squeezing a small amount of its contents onto your palm. 

"nope, there is no way that's going on my face." leahs hands grabbed at your wrists holding them firmly away from her. the blonde leant back with a determined shake of her head as you again tried to move forward to start applying the charcoal mask to her cheeks, your own already beginning to dry.

"you already agreed!" you protested with a huff trying to pull your hands from her iron clad grip. the two of you stood in the bathroom of your shared north london flat, you had already made quick work of hinting to your girlfriend that a day of self care would really help you get over the stress you were under at work which was a lie. 

and though the idea of caring for you was always a priority in the forefront of leahs mind, a day of skin care and pampering was more to the blondes displeasure.

"well that was before i realised you'd just be slapping mud on my face!" leah argued as you puffed air out of you nose in annoyance, firmly staring the older girl down. "for god sakes leah we just had this discussion, it's not mud!" you groaned loudly as she finally let you go, allowing you to move to wash your hands where the charcoal mixture had already dried on your palm.

"it's good for your skin and you'll feel good once it's done le, i promise." you tried again adding in a charming smile and a tilt of your head as leah simply narrowed her eyes, cute as she found you she wasn't giving in that easily to your demands.

admittedly it normally didn't take much for leah to give in and give you whatever you wanted, hell the blonde defender would spoil you rotten every day if she had the chance. she was always sneaking off to get the dinner bill or paying for activities ahead of time on date nights to stay one step ahead of you, shutting up your whinging about it with a kiss and a mumble of how you deserved it against your lips.

"alright i'll make you a deal." leah started with a deep sigh as you crossed your arms over your chest, begrudgingly nodding for her to continue.

“if I let you put this shit on my face, we're watching a movie of my choice later, no arguments from you at all about what i pick." leah negotiated as your eyes locked, neither of you backing down.

"leah if this is just an excuse for you to make me watch porn with you-" you began as leahs eyes widened at the accusation. "scuse you i'm a good girl i would never do that." the blonde grinned as her hands reached out to ball your top in her fists, tugging you to stand inbetween her legs where she was sat down on the edge of the bath tub.

"thought you wanted to watch game of thrones?" you challenged, your girlfriend having been sure she made it crystal clear that even with your often conflicting schedules neither of you were to watch a single minute of your current shared fixation without the other. 

"changed my mind. we have a deal?" leah raised an eyebrow as her hands wrapped around the back of your legs. her chin came to rest on your stomach, piercing blue eyes staring up toward you as she patiently awaited an answer.

you sighed deeply before nodding, knowing that with all she had going on it really wouldn't be fair of you to deny her just watching a movie of her choosing.

the main turn offs for you only being you knew she would either put on a documentary which was incredibly boring or a horror film, neither of which would be your go to choices.

"look who finally learned what a compromise is." you mumbled under your breath, nudging leah's knees further apart you moved in closer as the english captain pulled her head off your stomach and closed her eyes, hands running absentmindedly up and down your bare sides, you once again squeezing a small amount of the mask mixture onto your hands.

"i would personally say allowing you to hide your face in my chest when we watch a horror film is a very fair compromise my girl." leah stated calmly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.

you rolled your eyes in response her words all but confirming you would both be watching something scary later, starting to gently cover her face with the mask mixture, leah tensing a little and gripping to you tighter as the cold cream touched her skin.

"leah williamson, englands new face of chivalry." you sighed sarcastically, squirming as the blonde pinched at her your side for the comment, rather enjoying her easy access to your skin as you were only wearing a pair of her england joggers and a cropped black tank top.

"how long does this have to stay on for?" leah complained almost immediately as you finished, stepping away to wash your hands before stashing the bottle back on the top drawer of your mirrored cabinet.

drying your hands you slipped your phone out of your pocket, snapping a quick picture of leah when the girl wasn't looking and sending it to alex who'd gifted you the bottle of expense face mask cream she'd gotten in one of her many pr packages.

"twenty-ish minutes, come on i'll paint your nails next." you offered, holding your hand out towards the older girl and wiggling your fingers impatiently. "wasn't this pamper day for your benefit baby?" leah chuckled as she grabbed at your hand anyway. "it's for both of us, and looking after you makes me just as happy if not more." you answered sincerely, dipping down to steal a kiss from the blonde whose heart melted at your words.

leah stood from the baths edge and gratefully squeezed your hand, hating how much she truly was whipped over you, forever teased by her friends and team mates about it this was just further proof in the pudding.

"i'd say pick a colour, but..." you grabbed the small bottle of white nail polish knowing better than to offer something more bold, leahs lips curling into a smile as she sat down on your shared bed, tucking one leg underneath her and carefully moving her bandaged leg to lay down flat, still not having the largest range of movement in the new knee.

"oi i've been meaning to ask you, why the hell do we have so many cushions?" leah questioned abruptly with a frown as she moved several off the bed and wiggled herself into a comfortable position as you sat down beside her, urging her to stay still as you began painting the nails on her left hand. 

"decoration? comfort? cause i like them?" you shrugged without looking up, eyes focused sharply on your girlfriends hand determined not to mess anything up.

"you throw them all off when we sleep anyway, I just don't understand it." leah shook her head making you smile though your eyes stayed trained on the task at hand as you bent her head, gently blowing on the wet varnish and warning her not to move her hand until it dried.

"i don't always throw them off." you defended quietly, moving carefully onto leah's other hand and frowning a little when you noticed your girlfriend had once again been chewing on her nails, an anxious habit you thought she'd stopped, but you decided against mentioning it right now.

"we have never slept with them on the bed." leah quickly disagreed, bringing her left hand to her mouth and also gently blowing on the wet nails to help them dry faster

"well you're not always here are you." you mumbled, leah hiding a smile at the thought of her girlfriend using cushions as a replacement for her when away for the night, which though rare did still happen, especially during the WSL season.

"if I could move my face I'd kiss you." leah commented dryly making you laugh, the older girl trying to move her face which had hardened quite significantly from the mask. "that means it's working." you grinned happily, leah now blowing on the nails of her right hand.

"can i do yours now please?" leah asked softly not having much faith she would do a good job but always wanting to give back to you the love you poured endlessly into her.

with a happy nod you stood and picked out a pale purple for your own nails, sitting down cross legged and speaking the blonde through the task, rewarding her with a soft kiss as she finished each nail, the sweet action only spurring her on further.

as leah finished your first hand her phone began to ring, her best friends name flashing on the screen as leah clicked accept and put it on speaker so she could continue. "hi scotty." leah called out, eyes trained down to your hand as you smiled proudly at her obvious efforts.

"how's the face mask going then spock?" alex teased as leahs eyes flickered up to you with an unimpressed glare. "you sent a picture to her? babe!" the blonde groaned as alex laughed, the three of you falling into comfortable conversation.

"what are you both up to tonight then?" alex asked after she'd finished recounting her morning spent rubbing elbows with celebrities at a charity brunch. "self care and pamper night!" leah answered perkily, voice dripping with sarcasm as you shook her head and playfully kicked at her, careful not to touch her bandaged leg.

"we're gonna watch a movie later if you care to come join?" leah offered, finishing up your nails as you beamed proudly and gave her a proper kiss, alex making gagging noises over the call and complaining she didn't call just to hear the two of you make out.

"which movie then?" alex asked once the teasing had died down. "poltergeist." leah announced happily and your eyes almost bugged out of your head at his words, the older blonde looking to you as if challenging you to argue with her choice. "oh pass thanks, joey had nightmares for months when we watched that for the first time as a family."

"months leah!" you turned to your girlfriend with fear stricken eyes who simply shrugged, unbothered. "deals a deal." the blonde smiled smugly, shutting up your further protests with another kiss as alex gagged again and bid you both goodbye, needing to get back to her event.

"right that's twenty minutes, get this crap off my face now please." leahs phone chimed with an alarms, the blonde swinging herself carefully off the bed with a small squeak.

"You set a timer?" you asked in disbelief, following her back to the bathroom. "my face feels like a rock is this going to take my skin off?" leah asked worriedly, looking at herself in the mirror as you rolled your eyes and pushed her to sit back down on the edge of the bath.

"honestly leah and you tell everyone I'm the dramatic one in this relationship."

***

"feels nice doesn't it? told you the mask works." you smiled noticing leah constantly touch at her face fondly, the defender hastily pulling her hands away and flipping her girlfriend off as she clicked on the tv, scrolling through netflix to find what she wanted.

the two of you had ordered a chinese for dinner and with much begging leah had agreed the two of you could watch an episode of game of thrones as you ate, your plan that she would be too invested to want to watch a film after failing miserably as she turned the show off after two episodes and ordered you up to the bedroom.

"come." leah ordered, making grabby hands at you where she lay down already in bed, patting the empty space between her outstretched legs expectantly. "needy." you teased with a cheeky smile as leah pouted, whining that you were taking too long.

despite her sometimes tough exterior the older girl could be incredibly clingy when she was in the right mood, often tiredly demanding you run your hands through her hair and scratch at her back as she laid down on top of you after a hard training, falling asleep with her head tucked into your neck as you mumbled in her ear sweet affirmations of just how much you loved and adored her, and how proud you were of all her achievements.

since her surgery the two of you had been up and down to say the least. some days leah not wanting any sort of coddling or to hear your insistent positive comments that she was doing well, too engrossed in the reality of what her injury was holding her back from to focus on what she was working towards. 

but a few hours of stony silence would pass as you gave her the desired space she needed and afterward the blonde would always come crawling into bed with you, murmuring a sincere apology as she pressed her face into your neck, slowly trailing gentle kisses down the column of your throat, teeth tugging teasingly at your ear lobe before she'd go in for a proper kiss to show how sorry she really was.

"oh wait, lights." leah nodded to the switch near your head as you gave her a look. "you turn it off or I turn it off, it's not staying on. baby girl we never have lights on when we watch a movie, it ruins the atmosphere." leah teased with a grin and you flipped her off without looking and engulfed the room into a soft darkness, padding your way back to the bed purposefully dragging your feet as leah impatiently tutted, huffing dramatically at your antics.

"oh i'll protect you gorgeous." leah mocked as you carefully sat down on the bed and slid your back into her front, mindful of her knee, the defender squeezing your cheeks between her fingers with a coo.

"don't patronise me williamson." you warned seriously, wrenching her hands off and crossing your own over your chest as leah simply chuckled and grabbed the bowl of popcorn, resting it on one of the many cushions scattered around the bed, both of you laying together on top of the covers as it wasn't all that cold. "sorry, y/l/n." leah apologized with an amused smile.

you sighed deeply as the movie began to play and your girlfriends arms snaked around your waist, hands resting on the warm exposed skin of your stomach and rubbing comforting circles into your hips with her slender fingers.

***

normally when the two of you watch a film together one of you would wind up asleep before the end, and it was usually you.

however tonight was far from that. 

the movie had about half an hour left and you were rigidly awake, to the point where leah could feel the muscles in your abs tense every time you would squeeze your eyes closed at something you deemed scary.

much like right now, leah knew there was a jump scare coming and could feel your stomach tense under her fingers as you braced yourself for what was to come. the music shrill and daunting on the screen infront of you, hinting that there was something sinister to follow.

"ah!" leah suddenly yelled, digging her fingers into your sides right before the jump scare when the movie had fallen dead silent. "fucking hell!" you swore, tipping the near empty bowl of popcorn in your lap all over the bed from shock as you jumped half a foot from the false scare, leah's body vibrating behind you as the blonde threw her head back pissing herself at your expense.

"fuck you leah!" you swore again bringing her clenched fist down hard on the blondes bare thigh of her good leg, numbing it with the force of the hit as you yanked your girlfriends arms off of you, moving the now empty bowl out of your way and getting to your feet.

"i'm sorry!" leah managed to choke out between her laughter, now laying down in bed as she held her stomach trying to catch her breath among her howls. "no baby come back please!" leah called out with another laugh as you stepped into the bathroom, making a point to slam the door closed after you to show your displeasure with the blonde.

"no, get away from me." you ordered moodily, sticking your leg out as a barrier as leah joined you and attempted to give you a hug, the older girl smirking at you as she grabbed her own toothbrush, the two of you wordlessly completing your night time routines

"you know you can't stay mad my pretty girl you're far too in love with me." leahs breath was warm on your skin as she wrapped her arms around you from behind once you'd returned to your bedroom, pressing a few apologetic kisses to your neck as always.

"your ego fueled confidence is nauseating." you mumbled with a roll of your eyes but didn't make any move to pull away only making leah smile against your tanned skin. "don't be so stroppy." leah teased quietly, now perfectly painted fingernails tracing patterns on your stomach. 

"don't you want to finish your stupid movie?" you huffed, unwrapping the girls arms from you and moving toward the bed to pick up the few popcorn kernels which had spilled in the bed after your fright, placing the bowl on your dresser to take downstairs tomorrow, not bothered to take the stairs this time of night.

"no I think there's other things I'd much rather do." leah hummed with a suggestive smile. "oh you wish!" you let out a bark of laughter catching on with a shake of your head, getting into bed and indeed throwing the cushions onto the floor.

"not happening leah, go to sleep." you shot your leg up again, foot pressed against the defenders chest as the girl slipped under the covers with you, moving to kneel between your legs and staring down at you with a charmingly cheeky smile.

grabbing her girlfriends leg leah easily pushed it aside, cold hands resting on the younger girls hips as she laid down half on top of you, body slotted between your bare legs, you having changed out of her joggers into a pair of silk pyjama shorts.

"i'm sorry-" leah began to apologise, hands moving to rest either side of her girlfriends face as she laid down more, body pressing against yours beneath her. "-sorry that you are so easy to scare." leah finished after planting a sweet kiss on your lips, you now shoving her off of you with an unimpressed grunt.

"the offer of hiding your face in my chest is still on the table, even without the movie." leah grinned burying her face in your neck, teeth nipping suddenly at the skin as you squirmed. "oh really?" leah smiled in surprise as you quickly moved to sit on top of her, legs resting either side of the blondes hips, once again mindful of her knee.

humming without another word you dipped her head, trailing kisses from the older girls jaw down her neck before bringing your lips together in a proper kiss. and for once you weren't so quick to give over control to the captain laid down under you, your own tongue sliding into her mouth as cold hands trailed up the inside of the light t-shirt that covered her body, pushing it up slightly as her breath hitched.

leah moaned slightly as your knee made its way between her legs, pressing down gently making you smirk against her lips as her hips bucked, the blonde clearly riled up as you'd wanted. "i'm sorry-" you started, whispering in leahs ear softly as her eyes fluttered closed.

"-sorry that this is all you're getting." you finished with a grin, all traces of your touch disappearing from leahs body as you rolled off of her, laying back down in bed facing away from her as the older girl immediately begin to loudly announce her protests, sitting up in bed and glaring down at you as the sound of your laughter now echoed off your bedroom walls.

"you're lucky you're cute." leah grumbled as you smirked up at her, grabbing at the collar of her top and tugging the taller girl back down into your awaiting arms. adjusting her position leah shuffled down the bed slightly, head coming to settle on your chest, her eyes feeling heavy as your fingers weaved their way through her hair, nails scratching at her scalp as you melted into one another's tender touch.

unbeknownst to you leah had known from the moment you suggested the pamper day today what your true motives were, and even more to her surprise it had actually worked and she'd found her mind hadn't even drifted to thoughts of the world cup, spending the majority of her time focused on you and away from her phone.

and the sincerity of your attempted rouse only made the blonde fall even more head over heels in love with you.

[youngsadlesbian]

hellooo how are you? i just read your most recent fic and got obssessed omg its so cute😩😩 a while after reading it, i had an fic idea but im not a writer, so im just passing it to you bcz i liked your writing so bad, pls honor me✋😔

what abt a fic where r is nat and bucky daughter and she has a bit of the super soldier serum and that obviously made her kinda 💪 yk? and when she's at school some girlies are falling so hard over her. you could write it over the years, like when she's 6-7 and a girl wants to hold her hand on the school break, walk around and kiss her cheek, super cute omg😭 when she's 10-11 a girl gives her chocolate and a flower and r would be so confused omg i just feel it. and of course, at 14-15 she starts to like a girl and she would be so-- like idk just imagine her coming back home after a day at school smiling and telling nat abt that girl, and nat convinces her to ask the girl out, so she takes r to buy something for the girl (idk what, i never asked someone out💔💔) and later they could date or not, ill let if for you.

omg that's so long im sorry, but pls pls do it😭😭🙏 ill be waiting so anxious for this

STRONGER HEARTS

pairing: bucky barnes x natasha romanoff x daughter!reader

summary: being the daughter of two superheroes wasn't easy, especially when you ended up inheriting a bit of your father's super soldier serum. and especially for drawing attention from other kids, even when you didn't quite understand what that meant.

a/n: idk if this turned out exactly how you wanted, but i tried my best while taking advantage of my free time at work and my burst of creativity. hope you like it, dear <3

word count: 2,6k

warnings: none, just fluff.

It started early, this whole thing about you being... different. Not just in the way your parents, Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes, were literal superheroes with more than enough stories of their own to tell. No, it started with you.

You were only six years old, and already things were starting to get confusing. Not because of school—math was math, recess was recess—but because of the way other kids, especially the girls, looked at you.

You were at recess, standing by the jungle gym, when it happened. A girl named Lily, the same age as you, came bouncing over with a big smile.

"Hi!" she chirped, her blonde pigtails bouncing.

"Hi," you said, glancing at her curiously.

Without hesitation, Lily reached out and grabbed your hand, holding it tightly.

"Come on! I want to walk with you around the playground. You’re so cute!" she declared, pulling you along.

You blinked, not quite sure how to react, but you didn’t resist either. You didn’t mind holding her hand, even if you didn’t fully understand why she wanted to. As you strolled around the playground, Lily kept looking up at you with an expression you couldn’t place. Every so often, she’d giggle and give your hand a squeeze, like holding it was some kind of special prize.

At one point, she stopped and kissed your cheek before running off with a squeal. You stood there, completely bewildered.

Later that day, you told your mom what happened.

"Mom, why did Lily hold my hand all recess and kiss my cheek?" you asked, still confused by the whole thing.

Natasha laughed softly, crouching down to your level. "Well, sweetheart, sometimes people like being close to others they find... cute. Maybe she thinks you're special."

"Special?" you scrunched your nose. "Why?"

"Because you’re you," Natasha said with a smile, ruffling your hair. "You’re going to have that effect on people."

You didn’t fully understand at the time, but you would soon learn that having an effect on people was something that followed you everywhere.

By the time you were ten, you were starting to notice that your classmates were behaving a little strangely around you. Particularly the girls. They were often staring at you, smiling shyly when you walked by, and sometimes even blushing. But the most confusing moment came on Valentine's Day that year.

You were at school, sitting at your desk, when a girl named Emily approached you, her cheeks bright red. In her hands were a small bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates.

"Uh... these are for you," she said, looking like she was about to explode with embarrassment.

You stared at the items she was offering, completely perplexed. "Why?"

Emily blinked, clearly not expecting that response. "Because... I like you?" she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You frowned, still not understanding. "You like me? Like... as a friend?"

She hesitated, then shook her head. "No, like... I like like you."

Now you were even more confused. "What does that mean?"

Emily blushed even harder, pushing the flowers and chocolates into your hands before darting off. You sat there, staring at the gifts, completely dumbfounded. What were you supposed to do with them?

Later that evening, you brought the chocolates home, placing them on the kitchen table in front of your dad, who was reading the newspaper.

"Dad, what does it mean if someone gives you flowers and chocolates because they 'like like' you?" you asked, your face a picture of confusion.

Bucky lowered the paper, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. "Ah, the old 'like like' situation, huh?" He leaned back in his chair, clearly amused. "It means she has a crush on you."

You blinked. "A crush?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "She thinks you’re cute and probably wants to spend more time with you."

You stared at the chocolates in your hand, still trying to wrap your head around it. "I don’t get it. What am I supposed to do?"

Bucky chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Don’t worry about it, kiddo. Just be nice, and let her down easy if you're not interested."

You still didn’t fully understand what had just happened, but you nodded anyway, trusting your dad's advice. But this wasn’t the last time you’d find yourself in confusing situations like this.

It wasn’t until you turned fifteen that things really started to make sense. Or at least, you started to make sense of the feelings you’d been having for a while now.

Her name was Chloe, and she was in your class at school. She had bright eyes, a soft smile, and a laugh that made your heart race. Every day, you found yourself staring at her from across the room, completely mesmerized. You’d never felt this way before.

Whenever you were around her, you’d get flustered, your words tumbling over each other. It didn’t help that she seemed to like spending time with you, which only made your crush even worse. By the time you were halfway through the school year, you were completely and utterly obsessed.

"She’s just... so pretty," you sighed dreamily, sitting at the kitchen table one evening after school.

Natasha glanced over from where she was cooking dinner, raising an eyebrow. "Pretty, huh?"

"Yeah," you said, resting your chin in your hands. "Like, really pretty. And smart. And funny."

Bucky, sitting nearby with a book, exchanged a knowing look with Natasha.

"Sounds like someone’s got a crush," Natasha teased lightly.

Your face turned bright red, but you didn’t deny it. "What do I do? I don’t know how to talk to her without sounding like an idiot."

Natasha smiled, walking over to sit beside you. "Maybe you should ask her out."

You blinked in surprise. "Ask her out? You think I can do that?"

"Of course, you can," Natasha said with a shrug. "What’s the worst that could happen?"

You chewed on your bottom lip, thinking it over. "What if she says no?"

"Then you move on," Bucky said, setting his book down. "But you won’t know unless you try."

It was easier said than done, though. Asking Chloe out seemed like the scariest thing in the world. But the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to. So, naturally, you turned to the people who could (theoretically) help: the Avengers.

The next day, you found yourself in the Avengers Tower, nervously pacing around as you waited for some of the team to show up. You’d decided to gather as much advice as possible before making your move.

Tony Stark was the first to arrive, sauntering into the room with his signature smirk.

"So, I hear you need help asking someone out," Tony said, folding his arms. "Lucky for you, I’m a master at this."

You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Absolutely. Here’s what you do: build her something. Like a mini Iron Man suit. Girls love that."

You blinked. "Uh... I don’t think I can build a suit."

Tony waved a hand dismissively. "Details, details. Just wow her with something impressive. Trust me."

Next up was Thor, who entered with his usual dramatic flair, his hammer in hand.

"Ah, young love!" Thor boomed, clapping you on the shoulder. "The key to winning over a maiden’s heart is boldness! Sweep her off her feet! Declare your feelings loudly and with great passion!"

You couldn’t help but laugh nervously. "I don’t think I should yell at her."

"Nonsense! Nothing says romance like shouting your love from the rooftops!" Thor insisted, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

As more Avengers filtered in, the advice only got more absurd. Clint suggested using arrows to spell out her name in the sky, and Bruce—though more subdued—suggested writing a thoughtful essay about your feelings. You were starting to think none of this was going to help.

It wasn’t until you sat down with your dad, Bucky, that you finally got some real advice.

"So, you’re really into this girl, huh?" Bucky asked, sitting across from you with a serious expression.

"Yeah," you admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

Bucky nodded thoughtfully. "Here’s the thing: you don’t need to do anything crazy. Just be yourself. Ask her to hang out, maybe go grab some ice cream or something simple. You don’t need fireworks or Iron Man suits. Just be honest."

You looked at him, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. "You think that'll work?"

"I know it will," Bucky said with a soft smile. "She’ll appreciate the real you more than anything."

Taking your dad’s advice to heart, you finally mustered up the courage to ask Chloe out. It wasn’t as dramatic as Tony or Thor would’ve wanted, but it was honest.

"Hey, Chloe," you said one day after school, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. "Do you maybe wanna go get ice cream with me this weekend?"

Chloe’s eyes lit up, and she smiled. "I’d love to."

Your heart skipped a beat when Chloe said yes. For a moment, you were frozen, unable to process that she’d actually agreed to go out with you. But then, slowly, a wide grin spread across your face.

"Great! Um, I’ll text you the details?" you stammered, still trying to keep your cool.

Chloe nodded, her smile warm and genuine. "Sounds good. I’m looking forward to it."

As you walked away, a giddy feeling bubbled up inside you, and by the time you got home, you were practically floating. The moment you stepped into the apartment, you dropped your bag by the door and burst out, "Mom! Dad! She said yes!"

Natasha looked up from where she was sitting on the couch, a knowing smile on her face. "Told you."

Bucky was sitting nearby, his eyes lighting up with pride. "See? Told you all you had to do was be yourself."

You flopped onto the couch between them, still buzzing with excitement. "I’m going to get ice cream with Chloe. This weekend. Can you believe it?"

Natasha chuckled, resting a hand on your shoulder. "I’m happy for you, sweetheart. You did good."

"Now you just have to survive the date," Bucky teased, winking at you.

You laughed nervously. "Yeah… right."

The weekend came faster than you expected, and soon you were standing outside a little ice cream shop, waiting for Chloe to arrive. Your hands were stuffed in your pockets, and your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest.

When Chloe finally showed up, you felt your breath hitch. She looked even more beautiful than usual, with her hair down in loose waves and a light smile playing on her lips.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft as she approached.

"Hey," you replied, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt. "Ready for some ice cream?"

Chloe grinned. "Definitely."

The two of you went inside, ordered your ice creams, and found a quiet spot by the window. As you sat across from her, the awkwardness you’d feared didn’t show up. Instead, you found yourself talking easily, laughing at her jokes, and feeling more comfortable than you ever thought possible.

"You know," Chloe said after a while, twirling her spoon in her cup, "I’m really glad you asked me out. I’ve kinda liked you for a while."

You blinked, taken aback. "Wait—really?"

Chloe giggled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah. I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, but… I guess you do."

You felt your face heat up, but this time it wasn’t from embarrassment—it was from happiness. "I do. I really do."

The rest of the date went by in a blur of laughter, smiles, and shared glances that made your heart race. By the time you were walking Chloe back to her place, you were already thinking about the next time you’d see her.

When you reached her doorstep, there was a brief, sweet moment of silence between the two of you. Chloe turned to face you, her eyes soft and warm.

"I had a really great time," she said, her voice gentle.

"Me too," you replied, feeling a little breathless.

There was a pause, and then, without thinking too much about it, you leaned in and kissed her cheek. Chloe’s smile widened, and she gave you a shy wave before heading inside, leaving you standing there with the biggest grin on your face.

When you got home, your parents were waiting, both of them pretending to be casually occupied, but you knew they were dying to know how it went.

"So," Natasha said, raising an eyebrow. "How was it?"

You dropped onto the couch with a happy sigh. "It was perfect."

Bucky smirked. "Told you all you needed was to be yourself. None of that flashy stuff."

Natasha smiled warmly, sitting down next to you. "We’re proud of you. So… is there going to be a second date?"

You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. "I think so."

Just then, Tony walked into the room, raising an eyebrow. "Did I hear something about a date? Did my advice work?"

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Please, Tony. If she’d followed your advice, she’d be building an Iron Man suit for the next three months."

Tony looked indignant. "Hey, building suits is romantic."

You laughed. "Actually, I didn’t need a suit. I just asked her out, like Dad said."

Tony sighed dramatically. "Ah, young love. So simple and pure. You’ll learn one day, kid."

Over the next few days, the Avengers couldn’t stop teasing you about the date. Clint would randomly shout "Smooth move!" whenever he saw you, and Thor kept encouraging you to "declare your love loudly, as is the Asgardian way!" But in the end, it was all in good fun, and you found yourself loving the chaotic but supportive family you had.

As your relationship with Chloe blossomed, word spread quickly throughout the Avengers Tower. It wasn’t long before all the Avengers were curious about the girl who’d captured your heart.

One day, as you were training with Steve in the gym, he glanced over at you with a grin. "So, when do we get to meet this girl of yours?"

You nearly stumbled over your own feet. "Wait—what?"

"You know," Steve continued, chuckling, "bring her around to meet the team. We’d all love to meet her."

You blushed, feeling a little overwhelmed. "I don’t know… It’s kind of a big step, introducing her to you guys."

Steve gave you a reassuring smile. "Don’t worry. We’ll behave."

You raised an eyebrow. "Will you, though? Because Tony and Thor don’t know the meaning of 'subtle.'"

Steve laughed. "Okay, fair point. But still, she sounds great. I think we’d all like her."

You thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Maybe soon."

As your relationship with Chloe continued to grow, you found yourself feeling more confident, not just in your relationship but in yourself. Your parents, Natasha and Bucky, were always there to support you, offering advice when you needed it and cheering you on from the sidelines.

One evening, as you sat with them on the couch, watching a movie, Natasha wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

"You know," she said softly, "we’re really proud of you. You’ve grown into an amazing person."

You smiled, resting your head on her shoulder. "Thanks, Mom."

Bucky nodded from the other side of the couch, his voice gentle. "We’re lucky to have you."

In that moment, surrounded by the people who loved you most, you realized just how lucky you were. You had a family that supported you, a girl who cared about you, and a future that was wide open with possibilities.

And no matter what came next, you knew you’d be ready—because you had the best parents, and the most chaotic team of superheroes, right by your side.

[lilyflowerstories]

A Veil of White | 2

Pairings: Sirius x Remus, Sirius x Reader, Wolfstar x Reader

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 coming soon

Warnings for the series: light violence, angst, light smut

Word Count: 2.8k

Synopsis: 15 years ago you fell through the veil. A little less than 15 years later, Sirius followed. He expected death. No one returned from the veil so that was the only logical conclusion. What he didn't expect was to meet you again.

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“Hey, when’s your birthday?” Sirius asked as he came downstairs in a band tee and corduroys. He wasn’t sure yet but the Bowie shirt felt way more comfortable than what he’s been wearing for the past few weeks. 

It was nearing the end of the year and he wasn’t sure if he was going to be staying much longer, feeling a lot better than when he first arrived. But he did want to at least stay for your birthday. He would make a cake, send some invites to your few American and French friends, and have a nice little party before going to start a new life in London. That city in particular felt like it was calling Sirius’ name. Maybe he used to come from there or went to school there. Either way, he was moving to London some time next year. 

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “First name, age, vague sense of nationality, and magic seem to be the only things most of us remember.” 

Sirius nodded. The more he thought about it, he could only remember his age as well. He pulled the calendar off the wall and brought it to the kitchen island along with a pen. The two of you flipped through and starred two random dates that looked nice to each of you. Sirius stared at the date, memorizing your birthday until he was sure he knew it. A summer birthday was nice. You guys could have the party outside. 

“What should we do for Christmas?” he asked as you two loaded up the cart. 

The hours at the market were longer as you moved into the holiday season. The longer you stayed out now then the longer winter break you would get. Sirius was getting good at selling to customers. You were helping him think about jobs to apply for, teaching him everything you knew about baking in case he wanted to work at a bakery. So far he was thinking of being a baker, a record shop worker, or a bartender. He was a really good bartender. You two learned that from all the different drinks he’s been very successful at making. 

“Gingerbread house and Christmas movies is what I do every year.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

You two set up the stand, sitting on matching stools and waited for customers. Sirius groaned as you reminded him that tomorrow was cleaning day. Even though the cottage wasn’t big and magic made cleaning a breeze, he still hated it. He would do it for you but that didn’t mean he had to like it. 

The Christmas movie in the background provided great ambience as you two dusted and cleaned. Sirius took in a big whiff as the broom swept by him. You had introduced him to the concept of simmer pots. He was finding he absolutely loved what you deemed the scent of Christmas. Apples, pine, cinnamon, rosemary, cranberries, and allspice. It started off faint but soon the entire cottage smelled like Christmas by the time you two sat down on the couch. 

You pulled two blankets from the basket, handing one to him. Not quite cuddling, but closer than before, you and Sirius sat next to each other and watched the movie properly.  You tried not to laugh when his feet poked out from his blanket. He had started wearing lots of dress pants mixed with leather jackets and band tees or fancy button downs. Usually black or muted colors but his socks were always bright and colorful. 

You got more comfortable as he floated over two oversized mugs of hot chocolate. The smell of chocolate graced your nose, making you all warm inside before you even took a sip. Maybe it was too forward to say but this was one of the best Christmases you had in awhile. Something about Sirius was just easy. He didn’t tiptoe like other guests. He wasn’t afraid of truly living in the cottage as if you were just a school friend letting him crash on your couch for a few months. The place felt equally his. 

“That actor isn’t even playing,” Sirius said as you watched the main character attempt to serenade his love interest. 

You snorted. “How would you know?” 

“Look.” He pointed. 

You leaned in a little bit so you could follow his eye line. Sirius talked in great length about how the notes didn’t match up to the speed of fingers. Sometimes, the entire wrong key was played. After the scene changed, the two of you just paused. The understanding that Sirius shouldn’t know how to play the piano rang out in both of your minds. 

He leaned back against the couch, running a hand through his hands. “Do the memories normally come back that fast?” 

“They normally don’t come back at all. Not this strongly. Sirius, this is a big deal. We need to buy you a piano tomorrow. Maybe if you play, more memories will return.” 

Sirius wasn’t exactly sure on that plan but his fingers were itching to play the piano for some reason so he gave in. The two of you went to several second hand stores in the muggle world, knowing a broken piano can be fixed with magic relatively easily. He settled on a small brown piano that had definitely seen better days. 

“I promise to pay you back,” Sirius said as you two arranged the living room so the piano would fit properly in the space. 

“No need. This thing wasn’t exactly pricey.” 

He barked out a laugh. “I’m pretty sure that old man was two seconds away from paying us to take the thing away.” 

He cracked his neck before sitting down at the refurbished piano bench. You got back on the couch and just listened to him play. The melodies were soft and complex in their sound. Sirius didn’t sound like he recently learned how to play. There was a sort of experience that could only come from years and years of practice. Maybe even childhood. You closed your eyes and let the sound take over you for a moment. This had always been your favorite song to hear Sirius play as you curled up by the fire and wrote feet of parchment for homework. 

You practically shot up, eyes piercing into the man’s back. He sat up straighter to play but didn’t turn around. Trying to relax, there was nothing you could do but continue to stare at him. You knew Sirius. You had even gone to school with him. Quickly, your eyes closed again. But nothing else seemed to come through to provide more detail to your memory. 

“I know you,” you whispered, going stiff when the music stopped. 

You didn’t think he had heard you. Slowly, he turned around. It was absolutely silent in the small cottage as the two of you stared at each other for a moment. Through various stutters, Sirius asked you to repeat what you just said so he could confirm it. You did what he asked. Both of you took in deep breaths. 

“You remember parchment?” Sirius asked as he ran a hand through his hair. 

You nodded. 

“We must know each other from school… Maybe I’ve been looking in the wrong places?” 

“Hmm?” 

“I figured because I had to learn French that I must have been British. But you speak perfect French, even in your sleep, a—” 

“I talk in my sleep?” 

“I hear the murmurs any time I get up to use the bathroom.” 

Sirius shot up from the piano bench, making you jump out of your skin. He grabbed all the potion books from your shelf and began immediately making a mess in the kitchen. You slowly strolled over and peered around him to see the page opened up to the Pepper-Up Potion. 

“Maybe I’ve said something in my sleep. Some subconscious memory that can’t come to the surface. Sorry to do this to you, love, but you are the only other person here and I do have to fall asleep in order for this to be effective.” 

“If this helps us at all then I don’t mind.” 

For the first time since the initial six months after you fell through the veil, you had hope. You didn’t even need your own memories back anymore. You knew Sirius from school. Everyone he knew, at least up until adulthood, you must have known as well. Just to prepare, you went to go take a long nap on the couch. Sirius stopped his potion-making long enough to throw a blanket over you and light the fireplace. He kept looking over occasionally as he stirred and bottled various potions. 

Gently, he shook your shoulder when the sun went down. You changed into your own pajamas, despite the fact that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep before meeting Sirius in his room. A chuckle almost escaped you as you stood in the doorway and watched him fluff up one side of the bed, adding a bunch of pillows. 

“I can feel you laughing.” 

“I’m not.” 

“Sound more believable. Alright, get in here.” 

Sirius made sure you were sitting very comfortably on your side of the bed before flicking off every light aside from the lamp on the bedside table. The night started off perfectly normal. There were little mutters that you recorded here and there but not much else. For a while, you just watched Sirius’ face as you took a second cup of Pepper-Up Potion. He was both beautiful and classically handsome. Unfair that he still looked good even in his sleep. You got back to work the moment he began to whisper again. 

The two of you translated the sleeptalking in the morning, finding nothing truly helpful aside from the name Padfoot which must stand for something. You two weren’t sure what it meant yet but you noted it the next night when he repeated the word amongst other things.

This routine went on past the new year. You’d stay up to record Sirius’ words at night, retreat to your room for a quick nap before you two went to market, come home and nap again while he did all the prep work for the next day’s market, and then stay up to repeat the whole process. Each night, the raven-haired man moved a little closer to you as he slept. 

The soft yelp that came from you, woke Sirius up in the middle of the night. He snuggled further into his pillow before realizing that it was your pajama covered thighs. 

“Sorry,” he said as he started to lift up. 

“It’s fine, just surprised me is all. I don’t mind.” 

Tentatively, he lowered his head back down. “Maybe we should just stop, love. Nothing new has come out of this. The memories can’t be forced, I guess… Where are you going?” 

“Sirius, you just said we should stop. I’m going to bed now.” 

His grip on you loosened but he didn’t let go completely. “You can stay here if you want.” 

“A-alright.” 

You settled comfortably into his hold. He sighed as you curled up against him, both of you figuring out the best way to sleep while still cuddling. You momentarily shivered when a cold hand slipped under your shirt before it warmed up against your skin. 

“This is nice,” you murmured. 

“Better than nice.” 

The two of you began spending most nights in each other’s bed. Fragments of memories seemed to come back each time but none ever painted a clear picture. At least something was there. Perhaps something more than memories, although neither of you were quite ready to say that outloud. But you both knew. Sirius knew it every time he caught you looking at him or whenever he caught himself seeking you out in the cottage. You knew it every time he got a little too close to your mouth when speaking or whenever he doted on you even if you didn’t need it. Like how he had barely let you get up off the couch or from the bed for the past few days.  

“Love, sit down,” he said, shoving a thermos into your hands. “I’ve been handling customers for months. I can do this. You just relax. Are you sure about ice skating?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Sirius, I’m fine now.” 

He poked at your still slightly red nose. “Fine. But if I catch a single sneeze from you, we’re coming straight home.” 

You both froze. He had never called the cottage home. He was technically still a guest like everyone else. It was your home not his. But the word slipped out so smoothly. You tied a scarf around his neck, smiling slightly. 

“We’ll come home if I don’t feel good?” 

“Yeah, yeah. We’ll come home.” 

Sirius took your hand. He found himself smiling slightly when you didn’t pull away. The two of you began to pack up shop after serving the last customers. You rolled into a secluded alley so you could shrink the cart to fit in your purse before walking in the vague direction of the outdoor ice skating rink that was still open for a few more weeks. Neither one of you actually bothered to check the proper address of the rink. You were just aware of the relative location and hoped you were heading in the right direction. 

It was on the wizard side of town. You and Sirius wanted to get reacclimated. Especially you. It had dawned on you the other day that you had actually been avoiding quite a lot of the wizarding world aside from your neighborhood and occasional reunion at the French hotel.   

Sirius laughed as you pulled him down another street, still refusing to ask for directions. He passed by the cigarettes in a window display and another memory slowly hit him. It was barely a memory, more like a flash. He was on some balcony somewhere, holding a little cigarette in one hand and a pack of them in another. Sirius shook his head and continued on his way. That was one way to quit smoking he figured. At least he didn’t have to go through all the painful withdrawal symptoms. 

His head whipped around lightning fast. “I heard a sneeze.” 

“No, you didn’t… But I can’t find the rink and I want hot chocolate so let’s go home.” 

Another smile tugged at his lips as he squeezed your hand. “I’m too old to play games, love. I want you badly.” 

“I do too.” 

“So you don’t mind if I don’t move out next week?” 

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “I’d love for you to stay.” 

“Let’s go home,” Sirius whispered, almost afraid of ruining the moment. 

The two of you felt like schoolchildren, giddy and overzealous. You barely made it inside the house before the clothes started coming off. The perks of no other guests was a blessing. You guys didn’t make it farther than the living room. Sirius smirked as your eyes raked down his body, memorizing every little tattoo. 

“You’re very fit.” 

“And you’re beautiful,” he said breathlessly before capturing your lips with his. 

His lips were soft against yours despite the rhythm he set being anything but. The two of you didn’t move from the living room, setting up a pallet of blankets on the floor. Sirius pulled off all the couch cushions and summoned pillows from both of your rooms. You put on a romcom that neither one of you were paying much attention to, still absorbed in each other. You lifted your head from his chest when a small pecking noise started at your kitchen window. 

“I’ve got it.” Sirius wrapped a blanket around his waist and stood up to go grab whatever package an owl had delivered. “It’s from Malcolm.” 

“Oh, he said he would send a postcard soon. How is he doing… Sirius?” 

He slowly made his way over to you, scanning the lines of the postcard multiple times. “He remembers everything.” 

“What?” 

You practically ripped the postcard out of his hand to read the words for yourself. Malcolm had taken a break in his search for his parents to focus on some holiday work at his internship when he bumped right into them at the MACUSA headquarters. The bump triggered everything. The problem with the veil was that he couldn’t remember who needed to run into. But once he did, he remembered exactly who he was. 

“But why don’t we?” you asked as you set the postcard in a special keepsake box. 

“Maybe because we both went through the veil? It’s not like the memories aren’t coming back. They just aren’t strong. Probably because we both have been affected by the magic.” 

“So we need to find someone else we know. Preferably someone who hasn’t been through the veil.” 

You and Sirius stayed up late compiling all the details from your memories. There still wasn’t much but you had enough to make a plan. First, you two were going to prepare the cottage for any new arrivals before moving to the heart of London together. Then, you were going to figure who or what this mysterious Padfoot was.

| next part coming soon |

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[neteyamssyulang]

Size Difference

Day 15

Pairing: Neteyam x female tawtute reader

Summary: You grew up on Pandora alongside your brother spider, but unlike him who always went to the village you stayed at the lab just doing research or whatever else you could as you got older. Neteyam has always despised humans but there’s something about you that makes him want you.

Warnings: P in V, Belly bulge, Creampie, Dom Neteyam, Sub reader, Loss of virginity, Fingering.

Word count: 2183

Translation(s): Syulang -> Flower, Sevin -> Pretty.

A/N: I’m hoping this one does better than the last prompt🥲

Tags: @pandoraslxna @teyamsatan

Growing up on pandora wasn't easy at all. Especially not with your dimwit brother Spider. The two of you were the only humans to ever be born on Pandora, orphaned by the first war when your parents died helping the Na'vi.

Spider was an idiot yes but he was also the only one you were close with, overtime though he would leave the lab to go out and spend time with the olo'eyktans children. He had offered to take you many times but each time you declined.

Pandora was beautiful yes but also scary. Being smaller than most humans you were easy prey for anything that wanted a snack. So you just stayed inside and only ever went out when the other scientists did to collect samples.

Today was your 18th birthday, for a special gift the scientists made you your very own avatar body. Spider didn't get one as he was comfortable in his human body and was protected by his friends.

You thanked everyone and went back to the room you had shared with Spider before he took over the one across from you. Nothing seemed interesting anymore, everything just seemed so dull and grey.

Had you been born on earth you maybe could've found someone to love, you couldn't do that here as there was no one close to your age except for your brother, well no human.

As you grew up you did learn the na'vi language, never did use it though as you didn't go to the village and refused to talk to Spider in it. You longed for someone to love you, to hold you, to cherish and worship the very ground you walked on.

All these thoughts stayed with you till you eventually passed out curled up on your bed, your curtains were left open to let some of the moonlight in but you never expected the glowing amber orbs staring from the shadows of the forest.

The next morning you awoke to water being splashed onto your face making you scream and jump off your bed.

You glare at your brother who's clutching onto his stomach laughing. "Oh? So that's funny huh?"

He immediately stops and gulps before running out your room, you grab a hardcover book and chase after him.

"SOMEONE HELPPPP, THE MIDGET IS TRYING TO KILLLL ME" he screams and everyone just laughs as they watch the scene unfold.

You manage to catch up to him hitting his back with the book making him yelp, he spots Norm and quickly hides behind him.

"Woah woah don't involve me in this little dude, You know not to disturb her beauty sleep like the rest of us" The older man chuckles before handing you a chocolate chip cookie. You thank him before taking it.

He pats your head affectionately as you start eating the cookie before leaving to go back to work. Spider sighs in relief thinking he's safe but as soon as he looks at you your glaring daggers at him.

"Shit-" he runs again, you shove the rest of the cookie in your mouth as you once again chase after him "GET BACK HERE YOU OFFBRAND TARZAN!" You shout.

Norm had made you watch this earth movie called Tarzan awhile back and the guy kind of looked like your brother except the man was more handsome.

Eventually Spider stops running trying to catch his breath, that’s when you strike. You tackle him to the ground putting him in a headlock.

“OK OK Y/N IM SORRY IM SORRY PLEASE” he screeches. His cries for help fall on deaf ears, the door to the entrance of the lab opens and in walks Lo’ak along with Neteyam.

Probably here to get Spider, scoffing you turn your attention back to your brother. Spider notices Lo’ak “BRO HELP SHE’S CRAZY!!”. Lo’ak and Neteyam turn their attention to you and Spider.

The younger sully bursts out laughing as Neteyam just stands there looking at you. He hated humans, hated what they did to his home, he never spoke to any of the humans even if they were on the na’vi’s side.

His mother Neytiri raised him as the golden boy, he succeeded in everything he did. Every woman in the clan wanted him, the mighty warrior. Neteyam has had his fair share of women but none seemed to satisfy him.

When his brother had asked him to go to the lab and get Spider Neteyam refused, he wasn’t friends with the tawtute who acted like he was one of his people. But when Lo’ak promised that there was a cute girl there Neteyam was in.

What he didn’t expect though was for the cute girl to be a human, much less you. He watched in amusement as you had Spider in a headlock with him screaming for help.

After Lo’ak was done laughing he strided over easily removing your body from Spiders. He held you as Spider ran to hide behind Neteyam who hissed at the small human trying to hide behind him. Pathetic.

“Let go Lo’ak!” You shout at the na’vi holding you, he seems surprised as he’s never told you his name or even spoke to you before. “The little human knows my name?”

“Spider speaks of you frequently” is all you say before he nods and lets you go. You glare at spider making him gulp. The younger sully grins “Do you know his name?” Gesturing over to his brother.

You head tilts looking at the other na’vi that came in with Lo’ak. “Uhh, I don’t know is he called grumpy smurf?” That sends Lo’ak in a laughing fit again holding onto his stomach. Neteyam nose scrunches not knowing whether to be offended or not.

Behind Neteyam your brother speaks “Yo bro we should go before eclipse happens!” Lo’ak ceases his laughing and pats your head making you narrow your eyes at him. He holds his hands up in surrender and then leaves with grumpy smurf and Spider.

You spend the next few hours in your room reading this Earth book you secretly took from Norms room called fifty shades of grey. You didn’t know humans wrote this kind of stuff.

After awhile though you had to stop because it was making you feel some type of way. Deciding to take a shower you strip from your clothes and walk into the small bathroom that was in the corner of your room.

Neteyam knew it was wrong, knew his parents wouldn’t be happy with his choice. He couldn’t help it though, he wanted you. So after he managed to get away from his little brother he went back to the lab.

As soon as he was in he found his way to your room, he knocked but when no answer came after the third time Neteyam opened the door only to be met with an empty room. Or so he thought.

Closing the door behind him he looked around the room, he saw pictures of you from when you were little to now pinned to the wall next to your bed. And then he saw the book. He’s saw books before because his annoying brother has brought them home but never read one.

As he was reaching for the book the door to the bathroom opened with you walking out with just a towel around your body.

Once your shower was done you wrapped a towel around your body and opened the door to walk about when you saw him. You let out a scream which started him making him turn and look at you.

“GET OUT!” You shout at the man. Why the fuck was grumpy smurf in your room?! Does he not know anything about privacy.

“No” is all he says as he strides over to you. You have to crane your neck back to look at him as he was tall, taller than that other one Lo’ak.

Your so small compared to him only reaching up an inch past his belly button. His head fills with how many ways he could take you.

“Get out grumpy smurf!” You say again, his eyes narrow at you before he leans down and picks you up. You shriek hitting at his chest but he doesn’t let you go.

He instead walks over to your small bed laying you down ontop of it and then hovers ontop of you. “My name is Neteyam, learn it because you’ll be screaming it in a bit” his thick na’vi accent makes wetness pool at your core.

The na’vi grins as your scent fills his nose, he yanks the towel off your body leaving you exposed for his hungry eyes to see. Instinctively you cover your breasts earning a tsk from him.

“Do not hide yourself from me syulang” Neteyam removes your arms exposing your boobs to him again. He leans down leaving wet kisses all over your chest, his mouth then latches onto one of your nipples suckling on it while his left hand moves to fondle your other boob.

You moan arching your back little ways off the bed. He unlatches from your breast leaning up, a small string of his saliva connecting from his mouth to you.

Grinning he moves the hand that was fondling your breast down to your folds. Your breath hitches “W-wait I’ve never done anything like this before”

Neteyam stops for a second “Shh sevin it’ll feel good don’t worry.” As soon as you nod giving him an ok the man begins to rub circles on your clit.

Your soft whimpers fill the room as he continues gradually adding a finger inside. Once he deems you can take another he inserts another inside, the stretch is painful but turns into pleasure after awhile.

His cock is rock hard now begging to be inside you but he can’t till your stretched enough. As soon as he pushes his last digit inside you curling them to touch the spongey part inside you scream releasing on his fingers.

Neteyam removes his fingers from you bringing them up to his mouth licking them clean. “You taste so good little one.” You catch your breath as you watch him remove his loincloth so his now huge cock is exposed to you.

Shit it’s about the size of your forearm.. you doubt if you can even take him. He seems to notice your nervousness so he leans down giving you a short kiss “it’s ok just relax for me.”

You gulp but try your best making him smile, he lines his tip with your entrance and slowly pushes inside groaning. With each inch he pushes in the stretch is painful but delicious. Eventually a buldge is noticeable in your stomach.

He gently pushes down on it making you moan rolling your eyes back, taking the chance he slams the rest of his length inside you. “S-so big..”

The man pants trying to control himself so he doesn’t cum automatically from how tight you are around him. “Just tell me when to move ok?”

You just nod and try to adjust to him as he peppers your face in kisses before moving to your neck sucking on it. “Teyam move..” you whine.

His ears flattened against his head as he pulled out till the tip was only in and slammed back inside knocking the air out your lungs. His pace was brutal on your pussy, Neteyam couldn’t help but watch as the buldge reappear and disappear as his cock rammed into you.

“Fuck.. your squeezing me so tight little one” he felt your walls clenching around him letting him know you were close.

Your hands grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Never in all your years did you expect you’d have sex with an alien, much less the Omaticaya leaders son.

Neteyam nipped at your neck with his fangs wanting to desperately mark you as his own, now that he finally got a taste of you he knew he didn’t any anyone else. “Neteyamm!” You cry out his name.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you came, your walls fluttering around him causing him to whimper. He moved to kiss you as his pace became sloppy.

With a few more thrusts he spilled himself inside of you, Neteyam stayed still for a moment before slowly pulling himself out of you. He grinned watching as some of his cum leaked out of your pussy and onto the sheets below you.

Your body was spent and covered in sweat along with his, he got off the bed and walked to the bathroom attached to your room. Looking around he found a cloth putting it under some water from the faucet before walking back to you proceeding to clean you up.

His movements are gentle especially by your now sensitive area. After cleaning you up he does himself next. Putting the cloth back in the bathroom he makes his way to your bed laying down pulling you ontop of him.

“You did so well baby, I’m proud of you” he praises you kissing the top of your head.

[dyns33]

Down the Pit - Part 2

I think I'll make like 5 or 6 part for this story. While writing other Bane's stories, because I love the man.

Tag : @jaxitaxibolehlaf (I remembered, I hope you'll like it)

It had been almost five years since Y/N had left the Pit.

The world had continued to turn, she had found a new job, a bigger apartment, but nothing made sense anymore.

Out of curiosity, Y/N had done some research on Ra's al ghul, but it had yielded nothing. No information either on the infernal prison of India, on Talia or Bane.

She held out hope that just typing these names into Google or whispering them in the street would one day bring them up, since the ninja leader had found her that way the first time.

It was also possible, even certain, that he had never lost sight of her since. Y/N didn’t feel like she was being monitored, but they were probably very good at it. It wouldn't make any difference if she indicated that she wanted them to show themselves, they would stay hidden.

Maybe if they made a lot of noise, they would have moved. By going to an independent journalist to tell them her whole story, with the certainty that he would publish even if she had no proof to offer.

But they would find a way to make it all disappear. They would kill the journalist, and maybe they would kill her too.

So Y/N waited, without really waiting, remaining alone with her memories and her nightmares.

However, she didn't think about all that at all when someone knocked on her door and she went to open it without looking at who it was.

The girl was brunette, her hair tied in a messy ponytail. Her large almost black eyes stared at her while her face remained impassive. The clothes she wore were slightly too big, as if she didn't know how to dress or had grabbed what she could. She couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen.

It's been almost five years. But it only took a moment, a brief moment, for Y/N to forget how to breathe, taking the girl into her arms.

“Talia !” she cried, hugging her tightly. "Talia, I'm so happy to see you. I missed you so much !"

"… I missed you too." the little girl whispered, shyly returning her embrace.

Obviously, her father didn't hold her often. The master of the League of Shadows, as Talia told her it was called, preferred to train her so that she would be ready to take his place when the time came.

It wasn't really the life Y/N would have wanted for the little girl she had practically raised in the Pit. It had nothing to do with the bedtime stories she told her.

While eating chocolate for the first time, Talia told her about what she was learning from her instructor, a man named Barsad. The girl didn't like him too much, because he was too strict and he had vulture eyes according to her.

In addition to basic lessons like writing, math, and geography, Talia learned to fight, kill, manipulate weak minds, lead troops of soldiers, and many other things a child of her age shouldn't have to learn.

Locked in a temple in the Himalayas, she had only seen the things Y/N had told her about in pictures. Except the snow. There was a lot of snow, an intense cold, absolutely not alleviated by the people around her.

That was why Talia had decided to look for Y/N as soon as she had the chance. Her father had told her that she had abandoned her, leaving her in his care while begging to be sent home, and with the promise that she would never hear from the child again.

"I believed him… I was young and stupid. I hated you for a long time, and then I realized that he must have been lying, because you would never have done that ! You wouldn't have left me. When Barsad told me I was going on my first overseas mission, I knew it was time."

Thanks to everything he had taught her, it was easy to escape the surveillance of Barsad and his men. After finding a disguise, Talia had managed to get to Gotham without attracting attention, until she found Y/N's apartment.

It might have been difficult, but with her training, stalking someone was perfectly natural.

In addition to the need to see Y/N again, Talia also wanted to see the world she had dreamed of so much when she was in the Pit.

The plane had scared her a little, she wasn't sure she liked the city with all the noises, the smells, the lights, but seeing so many people was fascinating for her.

The feeling of new freedom was exhilarating. She could go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted, talk to whoever she wanted, eat whatever she wanted… And Talia wanted it all.

"I want to watch TV ! I want to dance ! I want to go to the beach !" the little princess of shadows almost ordered, jumping around in circles in the living room. “Now, now, now !”

"Calm down, Talia. You should probably call your father, he'll be worried."

"I don't care ! He lied to me. I want to try pizza."

"And… What about Bane ? Have you heard from Bane ?" Y/N asked with a bit of fear.

Talia stopped jumping, staring at her with a serious look. For a moment, Y/N trembled, thinking that she was going to tell her that he was dead, or that Ra's al ghul had refused to go get him.

"Bane… is fine. I'll call him."

There were many things her father had denied her, but going to save the man who had kept her safe since birth didn't seem possible.

Since he was strong and intelligent, as well as being completely devoted to Talia, it was decided that he could be useful, and he was allowed to join the League of Shadows. He quickly became an important member, earning the title of lieutenant.

Talia didn't see him often, at least not as often as she would have liked. As if he didn't want them to be together, her father sent Bane on missions outside the temple very regularly, and when he didn't have to report, he trained the new recruits.

Obedient, because he owed him his life and respect, the giant still found time to come and see Talia training. He asked Barsad, whom he treated like a brother, to give him news and watch over her in his absence.

Shyly, the girl admitted that he hadn't spoken about Y/N once since he was taken out of the Pit. No questions, no worries. Perhaps he also believed that she had abandoned them, or perhaps he had understood that their leader did not want her to be part of their lives.

The call was quick, calm. Talia gave the address where she was, firmly requesting that Bane and no one else come pick her up. No doubt she wanted to offer them a moment alone, all three of them, like before.

The tension was almost palpable when three knocks were given on the door. As Y/N took a deep breath, she was held back by the girl, who stared at her with great seriousness, but also what looked like fear.

“Promise me you’ll always love him.”

"… What ?"

"You love Bane. Nothing has changed."

"Of course. Why are you so worried ? Do you think… Do you think he doesn't want to be here ?"

"He'll be the happiest of all. Promise me."

Y/N promised her. She understood better the reasons for this insistence when she opened the door.

Taller than she remembered, Bane stood still until she invited him inside. Like his pupil, his eyes showed nothing, the only part of his face visible between a hat and a huge scarf.

It wasn't exactly cold outside, but since he was coming from a snowy mountain, Y/N figured he didn't have time to check the temperature of Gotham.

As he greeted Talia, he seemed to hesitate. It was not polite to keep his face hidden like that. With a gesture of her head, the young girl gave him a silent order. Then the presence of the scarf was clear.

The mask was strange. Impossible to say if it was so complicated and imposing for technical reasons, or also in order to scare.

For a moment, Y/N was afraid. But not because of Bane. More for him, wondering why he had that horrible mask, what had happened to him, but not knowing if she had the right to ask such a thing.

When he first spoke, his voice was weird, distorted. The pronunciation was also not normal. Sparing her any torture, between asking and staying in the dark.

"The other prisoners didn't accept that I help you escape. With everyone against me, I didn't have the slightest chance. But the doctor finished the job, trying to treat me."

“You… Are you in pain ?”

"No."

She wanted to know more, but Y/N decided now wasn’t the time. She would see later if he could remove it or if it might kill him. It didn't matter anyway, as she had promised Talia.

Instead, she held him in her arms, as she had held the child, letting her tears fall. This seemed to scare the giant, but he stood still, letting her do so.

"I missed you both so much. I'm so happy you're here."

"… Habibi." he whispered, his head leaning slightly to rest against hers.

The separaton was not easy.

Talia did not want to leave, while fully understanding that her father would not accept her staying. There would be consequences. Bane knew it too, and he was more adult, even if Y/N sometimes felt his hand brushing against hers, hesitant to take it.

No doubt he wouldn't have had the will to let go of her if he had given in.

Before agreeing to return to the temple, the young girl called her father, to present an absolutely insincere apology, promising to focus on her training, if in exchange she had the right to stay in contact with Y/N.

Ra's agreed, reluctantly. He knew nothing could stop his child anyway.

"We'll be back soon. I'll call you every day."

"You promise ?"

"Yes !" Talia said solemnly with bright eyes.

"The master agreed for you to come back. He didn't say anything about me."

"You are my protector. You will have to come with me, that's logical."

Translation, her father would have no choice. He had managed to separate them once, he wouldn't have that chance again. And since he was clever, he saw that the compromise was fair.

His daughter would continue to follow her destiny, as the future leader of the League of Shadows, not sticking to Bane when she was with her followers, but she would have the small freedom to see him and be with Y/N when she went in Gotham, from time to time.

All that remained was to define this time.

But since Y/N had waited five years, she was willing to wait a few more months, knowing now that they were fine, and that she could call them if she missed them too much.

[band--psycho]

Harvey Specter x Reader- Comforting Cuddles

For the lovely anon who requested this a few days ago!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Warnings-Periods, period pain, pain medication

Today was one of those days where I just wanted to stay snuggled up in bed; with a hot water placed on my stomach and an infinite amount of chocolate by my side whilst I binged watched an entire tv show. 

But that couldn’t happen.

I had a job to do.

And no matter how much pain I was in, no matter how much I just wanted to stay in bed, I couldn’t. 

~~~~

“Good morning,” Harvey beamed, gently kissing on the top of her head as he placed a coffee on my desk along with my favourite bagel. 

He knew what today was. 

It was the first day of my period; and he knew that, he also knew that the first day of my cycle was always the worst.

“Morning,” a weak smile formed on my lips as I leaned into Harvey; letting the warmth of his body somewhat soothe me. 

“You don’t have to be here,” he whispered; stroking my back soothingly, knowing how much pain I was in. 

“I have to work, Harv,” I sighed, trying to ignore the dull ache in my lower belly. In all honesty, I was hoping work would somewhat take my mind off of the pain.  

“Just take it easy,” I could see the worry in his eyes, so I just nodded my head, a silent promise that I would try. 

But being a female lawyer meant working twice as hard and dealing with the sexist remarks clients made. Even now, in this day and age, powerful men didn’t like being told what to do by a woman. 

So taking it easy, unfortunately was not in my repertoire for today, as much as I wanted it to be.  

~~~~~

Pain meds had done practically nothing to ease the pain my ovaries were giving to me, all they were doing was making me tired. 

And it was only midday, there was still so much more I needed to do today. 

“Your schedule is now clear for the rest of the afternoon,” Donna stated as she entered my office. 

“What?” I asked, completely and utterly bamboozled by what she had said. 

I knew my schedule certainly wasn’t clear for the rest of the afternoon. 

“I can see how much pain you’re in,” a sympathetic smile grew on her face, “go home, get some rest,”

“Donna, I appreciate it, but if Harvey-”

“He didn’t,” she interrupted me; and there was no hint of a lie in her voice or her eyes, nor did I think Donna would lie to me. 

“Donna you are a lifesaver,” I breathed, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. 

Tomorrow will be different, better. I just needed to get through today. 

And that was certainly going to be a lot easier now that I could just go home, get changed into my pjs and go to bed. 

~~~~~

As soon as I got home; I changed into the coziest pajamas I owned; made myself a hot water bottle and snuggled up in my bed. 

I was just dozing off to sleep when I heard my front door open; quickly followed by my bedroom door. 

I knew it was Harvey. He was the only person besides me who had a key to my flat. 

“How you feeling sweetheart?” He asked; pulling his trousers up slightly at his thigh so that he could lean down by the side of the bed I was lying on. 

He placed his hand on my cheek, his thumb began to rub small circles onto my cheek. I was exhausted and his touch was so gentle and soothing, I could’ve fallen asleep that very minute. 

“Like shit,” I mumbled; leaning into his touch. 

He leaned forward slightly, placing a delicate kiss on my lips before pulling away from me; the loss of his touch made my eyes snap open in confusion. 

A small smirk tugged at Harvey’s lips, obviously finding humor in my confusion, as he shrugged off his suit jacket; undid his tie and his white buttoned shirt. He then quickly undid his belt and pulled his suit trousers down; before grabbing his joggers that were draped over a chair from this morning. 

Before finally joining me in bed; where he made quick work of wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into his warm embrace. 

“Don’t you have work?” I didn’t want him to leave; but I also didn’t want him getting in trouble with work or losing or angering big clients because of me. 

“My only job for the rest of the day is looking after you,” he whispered; his lips placing a light kiss just under my ear. 

“Harvey-”

“Shhh, sweetheart, just relax,” he soothed; placing  another kiss under my ear. 

I could have argued with him; but I didn’t want to. I wanted him here. 

So for once; I was going to listen to Harvey, and just relax, with him by my side.

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[ray935sworld]

i physically NEED to know your opinions on a/b/o pedronzo

pls i need it like there is no tomorrow

-mango anon 🥭

Oh 🥭, my dear you are sending me down a spiral with this one. Funny enough I was actually thinking about a marcmarc ABO AU today 😂

Alright, first off, talking about designation. Right out of my guts, I'd say Omega Dani and Alpha Jorge. (Partially cause that's how the smut ABO scene sitting in my draft is written, ups). Just from their whole dynamic, it'd make sense to me. Dani being more calm and level headed while Jorge can be totally unhinged and easy goes over the top. Especially when it comes to Dani.

And I totally see Jorge trying to "court" Dani with his weird behavior. Cause that boy has no idea how to court an omega properly. Especially one that's older than him. So I'm putting his whole asshole behavior when they were teens as him trying to prove to an older omega that despite his age he is tough and can defend Dani. But that idiot kinda went over the top and made it look like he was fighting Dani himself rather than defending him, ups. Idiot Jorge.

And then he tried to prove himself to Dani on track. Like in his mind the omega only choses the best one so he is desprete to be the best even if it ends up with him fighting on track against Dani. And when he stepped up before him, oh Jorge was heartbroken. Definitely saw it as a set back and that he wasn't good enough yet.

Meanwhile Dani is kinda interested in Jorge but he is so not into that macho asshole imagine Jorge is pulling up.

Soooo maybe, let's say... A little break down from Jorge? Like he is trying SO HARD to get Dani to notice an like him but the more he tries the more Dani ends up hating him. So one day he is fed up. He is tired but he can't stop trying. Like he's alone and he's ready to throw away all attempts and never think of Dani again. Then he steps in the paddock and between all those 10000s of smells he immediately clocks Dani's and he's like. "Nevermind. I want that" and he's gone.

And it hunts him SO MUCH that when Dani once again ignores his attempts and wants to leave Jorge is like "No. Just fucking tell me what I have to do! I've been trying for years now. Please. Please, whatever it is, I promise I will be what you need. I'll be a good alpha. I'll be the perfect alpha for you. Just - Just let me try. I can protect you. I can defend you. I can - Please!" something like this. I imagine him angry in love if that makes sense. Like he is in love, he is soft and all, but he still has so much anger in his chest that it has covered his love up too much.

And Dani just stands there, staring at him. He stares at Jorge, not understand what is going on and then maybe he realizes that Jorge is not just the angry macho kid he thought he was. "Jorge [first time he called him by his first name if you care]... An omega doesn't need an alphas protection. We don't live in 1920s. An omega needs an alphas love"

And THAT RIGHT THERE is where Jorge understands he fucked up. So he either ends up googling or asking someone he trust. Probably an omega though. And he then starts trying to use the textbook courting way. He is polite, even though he feels really awkward. He uses all the knowledge he gathered about Dani in the years (do I think he has a small diary with all the things Dani mentioned to him/ in an interview that he likes? Yes. Yes I do.) to kinds wooh him. He buys him his favorite chocolate, flowers, a blanket, stuff like that. And then the first hoodie exchange (both had already stolen shirts from the other for the smell)

Okay now this is all still very very soft cause I think that's what's needed at first. Soooo let's spicy it up a little, shall we?

Heat or rut? So either unexpected rut with Jorge returning to his asshole tendencies and Dani being fed up and distance cause he doesn't know about the rut yet only to be found by a very desprete and begging Jorge (Dani is getting fucked into the next week after that) or unexpected heat?

Both are great BUT I think I'll go with the unexpected heat. Now what if Dani is being clingy with someone else? Maybe his teammate? Nicky Hayden? For the record this would be in a way that Dani feels sick and weak and very out of his own skin and Nicky had massive dad vibes. So nothing actually sexual. Maybe Dani is even a little bit scared cause he knows now that he and Jorge are dating, the heat will be even worst than the ones he spent alone. So either torture when he's alone or him in heat with Jorge when they hadn't really talked about the whole rut/heat thing (or for the drama, it's early in the relationship and they didn't had sex yet).

And when Jorge notices that Dani is hanging to Nicky he is kinda sad/ jealous even though he knows Nicky isn't after Dani. But still, that is his omega. He definitely hates that the Americans smell is on HIS Dani.

So once Jorge and Dani meet, it's even worst. Dani definitely can't think straight atp anymore and just straight up hangs on Jorge. Like full on, hugging his arm, forehead against his shoulder, begging him to go anywhere where they are alone. Jorge is fully concerns cause he has never seen Dani, strong, confident, cold like this. And once he understand what's going on ("Jorge... Please... Please, alpha... Said... You said you'd protect me. Please, save me. It's so hot.") OH THAT BOY IS STRESSED!

He is so scared to somehow fuck up, it's almost scary. He is taking Dani to his hotel room. (Dani by then is wearing the hoodie Jorge wore a minute ago. He was sitting on Jorge's lap during the taxi ride and Jorge was really thankful for the dark window to the driver. Heavy make out session with Dani's hand dangerous close to Jorge's pants.)

And as soon as the door is closed, the action begins. Im not gonna go into to many details cause I'm not that confident in my NSFW writing but Dani wants to ride Jorge just as hard as he rides his bike. He is screaming and wants more and more and comes more time than Jorge knew a human body was capable of. He is getting knotted and continues. (Sorry) Jorge is so in love and crazy he definitely bits Dani's shoulder. Maybe even the mating mark.

And then once the heat goes down, Jorge is slightly panicked cause he's unsure if Dani was even clear enough to actually give his concent to the whole thing. Meanwhile Dani is laying next to Jorge, really happy, still drunk on all the sex and more than happy to still have a reminder of that.

Okay now this kind of escalated. For the record I did NOT think about Pedrenzo in an ABO verse yet so if there are some things that don't add up/ make sense/ not properly thought through it's cause I made this whole thing up while writing in like 30mins.

Anyway, the other alternative would be Alpha Dani and Omega Jorge. Intresting as well. This would include a very in denial/ lying Jorge, that's trying to hide his designation from the world. So he's overly agressive in his teens to make people think he's an alpha and to keep them away from him so they don't find out the truth. His father definitely has something to do with that. And then there's alpha Dani, calm and trying not to draw to much attention on himself outside of the track. And they always seems to collide.

I'm thinking since Dani would not fit the typical alpha behavior, Jorge would call him out in one of his rages when Dani was trying to talk to him about his unsafe riding "I am NOT taking criticism from some small, weak freak. I don't care what a fake alpha like you think of me. You can't even fight properly" Now something about this hist Dani really hard cause while they subconsciously are connected and competable, both don't know yet. So hearing *his* omega call him fake, weak and especially small (biggest insecurity and so far Jorge was the only one not to throw this at him) this would definitely bring a scar he can't explain himself.

So what if Dani starts keeping his distance from Jorge and since Jorge is an omega this would cause him loss of anxiety and frustration cause he knows he shouldn't act the way he did towards *his* alpha.

Next point would be, idk how but somehow Dani ends up being stressed and sad and panicked. (Maybe a crash?) and he hides in a dark corner having a panic attack and Jorge ends up looking for him. Like he is already distressed and suddenly he smeels Dani having a panic attack and all the fights are forgotten. He is going to comfort Dani. Especially after what he said. So he does exactly does.

Jorge sits down next to him. "What do you want? Do you want to yell at me again and call me fake? Weak? Small? The useless pedrosa, can't even be a real alpha and-" And Jorge just hugs him. Dani accepts and Jorge leans against him, head against his chest and he apologizes and tells him the truth.

And after that Dani is slowly starting to court him. He shows Jorge love and they are happy. *possible unexpected rut/heat - but in this case actually preferably Dani being in rut to make Jorge fully understand how crazy Dani is about Dani*

Thoughts? Did you like it?

[thebadgerclan]

Sister

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sister!reader 

Summary: No one knew that Kaz had a sister...

Idk why or how I came up with this, but I loved the idea too much not to write

Also third person just fit this one lol, I’m not the biggest fan, but let me know what you guys think

No one knew that Kaz Brekker had a sister, few people even knew about his older brother.  But he had: back when he was Kaz Rietveld, the only thing on his mind being whether he could convince Jordie to buy him a hot chocolate, there had been a third Rietveld.  Jordie, the eldest, entrusted with his father’s fortune, Kaz, the impressionable, joyful young boy, and Y/N, only a year Kaz’s junior.

When the firepox came, and Kaz succumbed to the fever, she had as well.  And when Kaz woke to find Jordie cold beneath his touch, her body had been nowhere in sight.  Was she dead, or had she somehow survived?  It was easier to assume the former, for Kaz to forge ahead alone in the world.  All three Rietveld siblings died then, but only Kaz was reborn, vengeance burning like an inferno in his heart.  For Jordie, for Y/N, he would bring Ketterdam to its knees.

Years later, Kaz would learn that she had indeed survived.  After the plague had passed, a pair of Ravkan nobles arrived in Ketterdam, offering to take in the orphans the firepox had created.  “It was a Ravkan ship that brought it,” they said.  “If our country can give these children a life, then we will take them.”  She’d been one of the first children taken, adopted by the Duke and Duchess themselves.  Y/N had been raised in Ravka: learned their language, their customs, their faith.  And when she came of age, she was presented to court, as all the children of nobility were, to make a good marriage.  

Y/N had been lucky.  She had not only made an advantageous match, but she’d found true love as well.  Her new husband doted on her night and day, granting her every wish.  And when she wished to discover whether her brothers had survived the Queen’s Lady Plague all those years ago, she discovered her husband had many connections in which to obtain that information.

It hadn’t been easy, but Y/N’s husband had found him.  Kaz wasn’t a common name, after all.  When he’d received the letter, he’d thought it a joke, but as he read on, he realized the letter contained details that no one but his sister could have known.  Kaz, it said.  If you’re reading this, then I want you to know that I’m alive.  I was adopted and taken to Ravka after the firepox passed.  If I’d have known you survived, I would have insisted they take you too.  But I had no clue where you were or if you and Jordie had made it.

I want you to know that I’m alive, that I’m safe.  Life in Ravka has been good to me; I’m married now!  Saints, I think you’d adore my husband, the two of you are exactly the same.  At least… how I remember you to be.  Please, Kaz, write back to me.  Let me know that you’re alive, that you’ve survived, that I haven’t been mourning you for no reason for 15 years.  I’m afraid I can’t disclose too much about my life in writing, but if you give a letter to a woman named Lila at the Ravkan embassy, she’ll ensure it gets to me.  I love you, brother, time has not changed that.  -Y/N.

There had been no last name affixed, no address, so naturally, Kaz’s interest was piqued.  For months, he corresponded with her through Lila, learning more about who she was,  her life in Ravka, and who she’d married.  It interested him not only because the information might be useful one day, but because Y/N was family, she was his sister.  Indeed, the information was useful, as Kaz and his Crows had been tasked with a nearly impossible job.

A Shu priest had hired Kaz to steal what she claimed was a relic of Sankt Kho, one that had been taken from the temples of Amhrat Jen decades ago.  But, as Nina so aptly pointed out, breaking into the Grand Palace’s religious archives would break at least a dozen Ravkan laws.  “We’d be arrested immediately and labeled as heretics as well as criminals.  The Apparat himself would try to oversee our executions.”

“I have a way around that,” Kaz had said, but Nina wasn’t convinced.  “Do you?  I know your tricks Kaz.  Those archives are guarded day and night, there’s one way in and one way out, no windows, no secondary escapes.  Do you think you can waltz right in and take Sankt Kho’s relic?”  “Not quite waltz, but yes.”  The Heartrender snarled.  “Short of a letter from the Queen of Ravka, there’s no possible way you can get in there alone.  Do you have that, Kaz?”

“Actually I do.”  Jesper, Inej, and Wylan looked on with disbelief.  “All Saints, you can admit defeat, you know?  We won’t judge you!”  Kaz pulled a letter from his coat and tossed it on the table.  It bore the Lantsov seal and the Queen’s signature, and Nina gaped.  “And how did you manage to get your hands on this?”  Kaz, if there’s ever anything you need, know that I will use the full extent of my powers to help you.  I couldn’t help you before, brother, so let me help you now.  Of course, if it’s blatant murder, then I’ll have to deny.  We can’t have the Queen of Ravka tied up in a homicide, now can we?  “Because,” Kaz said, hesitant to reveal this, the ace up his sleeve, his final secret.  “She’s my sister.”