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aestrayla · 3 months

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cherries or peaches? pt. 2 ft. obey me! datables

summary: do they prefer ass or boobs? ft. obey me! datables x f!reader

cw: HIGHLY suggestive, mdni, fluff??, pet names (sweetheart), fondling, groping, grinding/humping, semi-public but no sex, licking, stripping, MY HUMOUR..

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank u so much for the love on the first part, im so happy to be able to write these hcs, they’re such a fun idea. i got a bit carried away and some of these turned into half-ish fics but i hope u enjoy this version just as much as the first ♡

diavolo loves ass. the end.

just kidding.

ever since arriving in the devildom, student council meetings had always been a bore to you. you were never able to understand the complex topics of the “worldly problems” discussed, which often led to you staring out into space.

but ever since you got close to diavolo, things had changed.

“keep it down, y/n,” diavolo whispered through clenched teeth, as he kept a beaming smile glued to his face.

you let out a peeved groan. how the hell were you supposed to keep quiet when he kept rocking you back and forth on his lap like this?

despite your squirming, his hands never left you as he pushed and kneaded at your ass under the table. his hard-on evident as it ground against your clit, eliciting hushed whimpers from your lips.

in many ways, doing this was beyond worse than just zoning out, one wrong move and the whole student council would probably never look you in the eye again.

to make matters worse, diavolo insisted that meetings can’t start unless you were up here, in his lap, at all times.

“dia, i can’t do this anymore,” you whimpered under your breath.

“it’s almost over soon, sweetheart. just a little longer ‘n then i’ll make you feel good, hm?”

it might not be obvious at first, but barbatos loves boobs.

hearing that he was the “greatest pastry chef in all three worlds” has always been something that intrigued you. it wasn’t until you tried them for yourself that you realised that this statement was far from being a lie.

it was only a few weeks ago that you asked him to teach you a few of his recipes, you had never seen so much delight in his eyes. “oh that would be great, y/n! i’ve always been looking forward to the day you’d ask me so.”

as you slam the door to the oven, a gust of the hot air blows against your face, “how long should these be in the oven for, barbs?”

“thirty minutes should be fine. do you mind adding some of that sugar over there into this bowl?” you set the oven timer to thirty minutes before scurrying over with a measured bowl of sugar, pouring it into the bowl of fresh cream.

“perfect, could you whisk up this cream for me while i go find the vanilla?”

“sure.” he hands you the whisk before poking his nose through the cupboards in search of vanilla.

as you were whisking, you let your mind wander. gosh, i can’t wait to try this when it’s done… but dang i lowkey wonder when he’s gonna let me in his pants already… a few wet splatters across your chest had snapped you back to focus, “oh shit— i spilt it on me!”

the clank of the whisk dropping to the countertop had barbatos rushing towards you.

“oh goodness me, you’ve made a mess!”

“i know… fuck i’m sorry. i’ll just get a tea towel and wipe—”

before you could finish your sentence, barbatos had stopped you. his body crowding up against yours as he leaned in. holding you by your waist, you could feel his kitten licks swipe against your chest, even reaching as far down to the cleavage of your boobs.

you started to feel hot and dazed as the sweet aroma drifted through the kitchen, while he started to suck harshly against your skin, fingers creeping up to caress you’re boobs. soft pants began to leave your mouth as his tongue worked across your chest, but before it could escalate any further, he had pulled away.

as he stepped back, wiping the corner of his lips, you were left completely flustered, “oh wow, the cream without the vanilla tastes really good, you might just have a talent for baking y/n!”

“uh-huh…” you muttered, staring at him dumb-found and wide-eyed.

simeon is secretly a big fan of boobs, so today was a big treat for him.

it was the weekend, he had scored a pair of free tickets to the amusement park, and of course decided to bring you along. it was a leisurely day however, the rides and attractions he decided to do were almost too tame for your excitement.

dragging him along, you spot an attraction that seemed to catch your eye. handing two tokens to the employee, you quickly rushed into the tank, simeon freezing, clearly stunned and confused about what was about to happen. “hey y/n, what’s going on?!”

taking a seat on the tiny platform you point to the target beside you, “can you hit a bullseye?” you winked.

the employee hands simeon a ball, “you’ve got three tries, buddy.” after a moment of hesitation, he throws the ball, hitting the center of the target with a loud smack.

you let out a small shriek before getting submerged into the tank of water. “oh my— Y/N!” simeon rushes towards the tank, quickly pulling you out from the water. you let out sharp breaths before giggling, “your aim is amazing!”

“is this your idea of fun?!” his hands reach up to hold both sides of your face, turning it from one side to the other. “you’re not hurt are you?”

you smile sweetly, flattered by his concern, “i’m fine simeon, it was fun, really.”

he sighs, “good, alright.” his eyes travel over your body checking for any scrapes before widening at the sight of your chest. the water had soaked your white shirt completely, revealing that you were wearing nothing underneath. your round nipples were perked up from the cold water while your shirt was clinging onto your wet skin.

gasping even louder than before, in a flimsy last-minute attempt to cover you up, he slaps his hands over each of your boobs and although it works in his favour, you couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“don’t laugh y/n! we need to get you a new shirt, or at least a sweater!”

you pull him towards you by his collar, your lips mere inches away from touching, “so are you gonna help me take this one off first?” your purr.

his hands race to cover his reddened face, “w-wait that’s not what i—!” upon realising your boobs are on display again, he slams his hands back over them, “y/n!” he whines.

two hours in, and it was blatantly obvious to solomon that this tutoring session was going nowhere.

you weren’t understanding any terms or concepts of the topic at hand and with a week to go before your final, it seemed like solomon was more worried about this than you were. surely it isn’t because you’re too distracted sitting in his lap, right?

he clears his throat, “how about this…” you slowly lift your head up from the palm of your hands, clearly distressed about your upcoming failure. “for every question you get incorrect, you remove a piece of clothing.”

you raise your brows, intrigued, “and for every question i get right, you remove a piece of clothing?” you stare back at him.

“exactly, and for that answer…” he slowly shrugs off his blazer and places it behind his chair, “i’ll remove this.”

in hopes of this becoming a motivation for you, he began to quiz you with a mini questionnaire. “what are the three ingredients used to make the elixir of cerebral stimulation?”

you internally face palm because you knew jack shit about brewing potions, “uhhh… newt legs, unicorn hair, and frog mucus?”

solomon clears his throat ubruptly. “um, no. the correct answer is powdered unicorn hoof, bittergrass root, and caladrius blood.”

you look down in embarrassment before removing three pieces of clothing. only four minutes in and you’re left in nothing but your underwear and bra.

“last and final question, what covered the devildom when it was first created?”

“…darkness?”

“…unfortunately, that is incorrect. the correct answer is a forest.”

you groan. you haven’t gotten a single question correct and embarrassment was evident as your face was flushed. you turn to face solomon, “at this point, why don’t you choose what i take off?”

your pretty face staring up at him, teary and doe-eyed had him swooning. slowly standing up and pushing your back down onto the table, he stared deliriously at you. papers were scattered everywhere and textbooks were crumpled open. your legs were wrapped around his waist as his hands gently pulled the straps of your bra down your shoulders.

staring at your bare chest he murmurs, “i’m obsessed with these,” before diving straight in.

a/n: haven’t written in about 5 months so excuse how rusty my writing has gotten.. but nonetheless, thank for reading this far, luv you all ♡

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me fanfic #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me imagines #obey me nightbringer #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #obey me barbatos #barbatos x reader #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #obey me hcs

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hanjist · 19 days

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a minute of your time.

content - ex!changbin. gn!reader. angst. hurt. comfort. fluff in the end.

warning - none.

word count - 913.

a/n - not proof read.

you’ve seated yourself at a table at your local cafe, a few blocks away from your house. at a table for two. who were you waiting for?

changbin.

almost ten months since you’ve broken up. yet he still wants to talk to you.

changbin had called you at four am. a thirty second call which consisted of him breathing for the first fifteen seconds, you saying “hello?” repeatedly for the next ten, then him replying with, “i need to see you. give me a minute of your time, please.” and then three more seconds of silence before he hung up on you. how creepy romantic.

so there you are. waiting. like how you did in your relationship. waiting for his attention.

the bell of the cafe door rings. as you look up from your phone, a large frame appears. as it approaches closer, you see him. he’s gotten buff, really buff. was that for you?

looking down, he waves at you. you give him an annoyed smile, pointing your hand at the empty seat in front of you. he immediately sits down, pushing himself into the table.

“what is it.”

“what is what?”

you sigh.

“why did you ask to see me?”

“oh, that…”

you cross your arms as you lean back in your chair. what nonsense does he have to say to you now.

“im sorry.”

“for?”

“im just sorry for what i did to you.”

you blink twice at him. sorry? all he can say is sorry? your fists tighten. changbin looks down at your crossed arms, watching as your fingers turn pale from how hard your squeezing yourself.

“are you okay? do you need water-”

you slam your fists on the table as you get up.

“sorry? that’s all you have to say? sorry for all the pain you caused me?”

you’re volume gets increasingly louder. fists red from the impact on the table. veins protruding from your temples. blood vessels almost being popped from your frustration. changbin watches as you become a beast, feeling small as you rage on him.

“you called me at fucking four am to say you wanted to see me. you finally do after ten months. and all you can say is sorry? that’s not a fucking apology changbin! that’s not how it works!”

“sit down please, you’re making a scene.”

“don’t tell me what to do! you fucking caused all of this! this is what you get!”

as you yell and cuss him out, he looks down at his fingers. then around at the other tables, which are watching you. then the cafe staff, who are whispering to each other. he looks back up at you, waiting for you to finish letting your feelings out.

“let it out. i deserve it.”

as he speaks, your volume suddenly decreases at his words. you take a deep breathe before gaining some composure. you sit back down in your seat, eyes closed as you sigh. when you open them, you see your ex boyfriend’s flustered face, eyes scanning around the room. you lean forward as you fold your hands in front of you.

“you’re right. you do deserve it.”

you blink at him in silence once again. to get rid of the awkwardness, he starts to speak.

“look y/n, im sorry for the way i treated you. i know i should’ve paid more attention to you and your feelings. but you know me, im not really good at prioritizing things and-”

“that’s not an excuse.”

you cut him off. he takes a breath while looking at you, then continuing on.

“i know it not, but you have to see my point of view as well. as i was saying, i have trouble balancing things, and you know that. but i didn’t realize how bad my actions were hurting you. after you broke up with me, i worked on myself. i figured how to balance everything out and pay attention to what’s in front of me. i did it for you. i changed for you. i just need you to be patient with me this time as i continue on to improve.”

you blink at him once again, but then nod.

“sounds good.”

“im not finished yet.”

he cuts you off this time.

“but, i also wished you would’ve said something to me before. it’s not fair to put you for the blame of what happened between us, but you also need to know that it’s okay to share your feelings with me. if you had told me how you felt before, i could’ve fixed myself sooner.”

your eyes go wide at his words. your big orbs slowly becoming watery at his words. you sniff once and wipe the tears forming in your eyes.

“i know how much you struggle at those things too. that’s why i want you to work it out with me. we could fix ourselves together, support each other. we can learn how to communicate.”

your head droops down, looking at your folded hands on your lap. changbin reaches across the table, fingers below your chin to prop your head to look at him.

“im finished talking now, wanna say anything else?”

you shake your head no at him. as the tears run down your face, changbin uses his thumb to wipe them away.

“don’t cry, baby.”

“im not crying. it’s just allergies.”

you sniff. he smiles at you and your helpless face.

“you wanna go home?”

“yes bin, please.”

“let’s take you home.”

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penny-anna · 8 months

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His first thought, on laying eyes on his new assistant, was God, but he’s young. He quickly revised his judgement; after all, people could and did look younger than their years. But still. In his line of work, it was rare to encounter someone quite so – fresh-faced. “Marty, this is Doctor B,” said Strickland, motioning at him. “He’s the head of your department. Doctor, this is your new assistant, Marty M.” They were standing in the hallway outside Manufacturing and Development. It was a little after ten thirty in the morning. Marty M was flanked by Strickland on one side and a security guard on the other; he had on a wide-eyed, dumbstruck look that Emmett recognised vaguely from his previous, rare encounters with new hires. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward and offered up a friendly handshake. “Good morning,” he said. “I’m Doctor B. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The kid – it was difficult not to think of him as a kid – had his arms folded across his chest. He made no move to return the handshake. He looked at Emmett’s outstretched hand. His eyes went to his face; they tracked, slowly, up and down his body, taking all of him in. Then he turned and bolted like a frightened animal. “Oh, my,” said Emmett, as he vanished around the corner with a squeak of shoes on hard floor. The security guard was laughing. “Mr Murphy!” barked Strickland. “On it,” said the security guard. “I’ll get him – don’t worry.” He jogged away in pursuit. For a long and uncomfortable moment Emmett stood in the doorway of M&D, trying not to meet Mr Strickland’s unfalteringly stern gaze. “Uh,” he said, looking somewhere in the direction of his left ear. “How’s the orientation going?” “He’s been trying to give us the slip all morning,” said Strickland. “Ah,” said Emmett. “I’ve had worse,” Strickland added. He did not elaborate. There was a yell, nearby; and the security guard rounded the corner, half-carrying, half-dragging Marty M, arms firmly around his waist. “Let me go!” the kid was yelling. “Let go – let go of me –” His feet fully left the ground, kicking out at the air, his hands grasping at nothing, and at the look on his face Emmett’s guts twisted. “Feistiest new hire we’ve had in a while, huh?” said the security guard.

hey guys!! big news!! after stalling at like 99% completion for many weeks, i finished this monster of a Back to the Future/Severance AU tonight!! i have titled it 'Welcome to the Panopticon'.

When will it be published?

as soon as i finish editing chapter 1

What if I like Back to the Future but haven't seen Severance?

i would recommend you watch Severance bcos it does slap, however, the majority of the relevant worldbuilding is recapped in the fic so u should be fine

What if I like Severance but haven't seen Back to the Future?

you will have 0 problems with this fic as it has fuck all to do with Back to the Future

What if I haven't seen either?

you can do whatever you want

Why would you combine those 2 things?

listen sometimes you're hyperfixated on a thing and then you watch a really good TV show and you are compelled to plug tab A into slot B even if it makes no sense. idk something something time travel?? alternate selves? idk Severance is just a really fun way to explore character dynamics

How long is it?

it will be my longest published fanfic to date at seven chapters & just shy of 90,000 words!!

Jesus fuck

yeah I know :( read my fic anyway it took me 8 months to write and im very proud

#back to the future #bttf #bttf severance au #severance

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callsign-bunnie · 2 years

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You can't just tease us with Alejandro and Rudys /passionate/ Halloween night and not give details!! So im requesting it. May we please have the story of Alejandro x Rudy desperately fucking on Halloween before the second Riley house killer incident 🙏

;)

"Do you really think he's going to like it, Soap?" Rodolfo was twisting himself around to look in the mirror. "I feel like... like he doesn't really want me, anymore." He admitted.

Soap frowned. "What are you talking about? Ale is fucking crazy about you."

"Yeah, but he's different..." Rodolfo shook his head. "He's constantly going on those trips and I- maybe they're an excuse to get away from me..." He looked at Soap.

Soap rolled his eyes. "I doubt it, Rodolfo." He chuckled. "Watch, he's going to take one look at you and you won't even be able to leave the apartment."

Rodolfo flushed and smiled a little. "I hope you're right." He sighed, sticking the horns on his head. They were actually kind of intricate and curled around his temples. "Well? What do you think?"

Soap grinned. "He's going to have a heart attack."

Rodolfo knew that was a good thing in Soap's mind. He made sure everything was right. Not for the party, because hopefully, he wasn't going. He was planning to use this party as a way to hopefully reignite whatever fire was dying in Alejandro.

He'd drawn away from him, lately. Rodolfo missed it. Alejandro would sometimes forget to kiss him in the morning. He would text him only twenty-five times during the day, not thirty. (Yes, Rodolfo would count.)

It was really upsetting. Almost frightening. And then, of course, it felt like Alejandro was going on a trip every other week. They'd range anywhere from two days to the longest being 2 weeks. Rodolfo hated it. He just wanted Alejandro to be the same level of in love with him as before.

Rodolfo let Soap lead as they exited the bathroom. Soap wasn't planning on going to the party, so he wasn't wearing a costume. He had a date that night.

Alejandro was on the phone when Rodolfo came out, he wasn't even in his costume. Rodolfo slumped, immediately. Alejandro on the phone usually meant he was going on another trip or he had to leave temporarily or something else was going wrong.

His back was to Soap and Rodolfo, so he didn't see them go in. Rodolfo shook his head, touching Soap's arm. "He's going on another trip. Watch." He mumbled. "He's not even going to notice me."

Soap cringed. "Just... let him see you first. Come on. He's crazy about you. I doubt some business trip is going to affect that." He nudged Rodolfo forward and Rodolfo hesitated.

Soap was right... Rodolfo took a deep breath and went to Alejandro, touching his sleeve. Alejandro turned around pretty quickly and froze up, almost immediately. His eyes travelled down Rodolfo. Rodolfo watched them trace the outline of the fishnet top, the shorts which only went mid thigh, the boots, and then they came back up to the jewelry, gold, that Rodolfo was wearing.

"Janice... cancel my flight." Alejandro murmured into the phone before hanging up. Rodolfo perked up and smiled.

"You like it?" He asked, playing shy.

Alejandro didn't answer. His hands reached out and touched Rodolfo's arms before his fingers trailed to Rodolfo's sides, touching so gingerly, so gently.

Rodolfo could have melted at the adoration in Alejandro's eyes. The awe. "Well?" He prompted, wanting Alejandro to say it.

Alejandro still didn't answer. Instead, Rodolfo was lifted and dropped on the counter, Alejandro biting at his neck and dragging his hips close to his own. Rodolfo gasped and arched into him, surprised.

He'd take it, this was a good reaction. Rodolfo looked across the room at Soap, who was cringing pretty hard. He made a grossed out face and Rodolfo laughed a little before moaning as Alejandro sucked a deep mark into his skin.

Rodolfo ignored the door opening and closing and just ground his hips against Alejandro's. Alejandro growled against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Fuck.

Alejandro was borderline animalistic in his treatment of Rodolfo's neck. Rodolfo was almost anxious he'd break the skin, but he was almost hopeful, too. "You are not going to that party."

"Why not?" Rodolfo teased, gasping when Alejandro grabbed his hips, harshly.

"You fucking know why." Alejandro reached up and then Rodolfo gasped as he heard a ripping noise, feeling Alejandro's nails graze his back.

Rodolfo should have been made but he really couldn't be. He leaned back as Alejandro tore the top in the front, too, ripping the shreds of it off Rodolfo.

Rodolfo panted as Alejandro suddenly paused, staring at him. Alejandro then was laughing, shaking his head. "You did this on purpose."

"Maybe..." Rodolfo shrugged, leaning back a little more. Alejandro chuckled and yanked his hips down the counter, dragging his shorts down.

Rodolfo lifted his hips to let him, but shockingly, Alejandro didn't pull them all the way off. Just enough to get access, he supposed. Alejandro pushed Rodolfo down to lay on the counter, placing his fingers at his entrance and then narrowing his eyes as two fingers just easily sank in.

Rodolfo still moaned a little, but he smiled, smug at Alejandro. Alejandro pumped his fingers in and out, steadily. "You did plan this."

Rodolfo shrugged again and gasped when Alejandro shoved his fingers deep inside, whimpering. Alejandro didn't finger him for too long before he was pushing in, gripping Rodolfo's hips tightly.

Rodolfo moaned and arched since it was still a bit of a stretch. He hoped Alejandro's hands would bruise.

Alejandro yanked him back up, a moment later, so he could attack his neck again, already moving his hips.

Rodolfo wrapped his arms around Alejandro's shoulder, holding on desperately and moaning as Alejandro fucked into him. "Tear me to shreds, mi Corazón..." He murmured.

"Oh, mi sol... what it does to me to hear you speak like such a whore..." Alejandro grinned and fucked into him harder, licking over the marks he'd made.

Rodolfo dug his nails into Alejandro's back, arching into him. "Fuck me, Ale. I need you to fuck me until I can't fucking stand."

"Of course you do." Alejandro groaned and bit Rodolfo's neck hard, making him cry out. "You'd never be satisfied unless I had my cock in you 24 fucking seven."

Rodolfo had to admit Alejandro might be right. He arched when Alejandro gave a sharp thrust, digging his nails in and breaking the skin of Alejandro's back. Alejandro moaned and grabbed Rodolfo's hair, yanking his head back to bite harder at his neck.

Rodolfo cried out with each bite, practically praying he'd break skin for once. He wanted a permanent reminder that he was Alejandro's. That Alejandro wanted him.

Alejandro bit particularly hard at his pulse point and grabbed Rodolfo's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Rodolfo clawed at Alejandro's back, almost overwhelmed.

"Fuck," Alejandro laughed, breathlessly. "Fuck I want you to feel me all over in the morning. I want you to breathe and remember us right fucking here."

Rodolfo nodded in agreement, moaning Alejandro's name. "I belong here. Right here."

"That's right, mi sol. Look so fucking beautiful in this fucking moment." Alejandro bit his shoulder as Rodolfo felt himself tense with the need to cum and he tapped Alejandro's back, quickly.

Alejandro sped up his thrusts along with his hand and then bit harder at his shoulder and Rodolfo screamed as he came, pleasure tearing through his body, but pain ripping through his shoulder.

Alejandro's own hips stuttered as he came, thick and hot, inside of Rodolfo. Rodolfo fell back, half caught by Alejandro. His shoulder burned and he touched it, gasping at the wet feeling.

Alejandro stared at the bite mark. Rodolfo looked at the blood on his fingers and then he was just melting. He smiled up at Alejandro and held out his arms. Alejandro relaxed and took one of his hands, kissing over his arm, gently. "I'm yours..." Rodolfo murmured and Alejandro nodded, immediately.

"Always."

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #slasher ghost #slasher alejandro #bunnie's slasherverse

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beeanca-writing · 1 year

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hi🥺🥺🥺🥺i found your if last night and i just wanna say im obsessed🥺🥺truly! Genuinely helped me getting trough work cause I can’t stop thinking about it and I want to play it through again. The story is so fun, I adore all the love interest we’ve met so far, and your writing is so GOOD.

i LOVE playing characters that are flawed. Some routes are more so the hedonist fault than others but they are genuinely at fault for many things and have so many flaws!!! It’s so fun and it’s refreshing and I just think it adds so much to the game itself. I’m much more invested and ahh idk I just love the potential growth but also yeah maybe they will never learn and I’ll play them as a bastard.

Partial to the harry route at the moment just because it’s (at the moment at least?) the one I’ll see more of the consequences of. Like yeah this affected my whole family and I’ll have to interact with them so- it’s fun to go “oh see there are consequences and they’re occurring right now” But the potential for the other routes are also just delicious.

Confronting your father with Augustus and realising that he never even reflected about the fact that yeah maybe my kid did care for him is I just-

And I will say!! (You’ll have to pay me to shut up) I play my hedonist as a bisexual man and then that whole scene with the father hits SO hard. Like yeah maybe I cheated with a man but that’s what you are you doing. We are just the same. (And the implications of that and how it can be both filled with love and resentment) And how you’ve had this part of you that many others have not liked nor tolerated. And you’ve felt lonely and unseen and then to discover that your father is the same?? That all this time when he found himself frustrated with the world and himself he has always had this father who actually could relate to it?? Idk I think there’s a specific kind of grief and loneliness that comes with with realising that you didn’t actually have to feel alone. I played that scene all possible ways I could and all of them left me with so many bittersweet feelings. I love these complicated relationships…

I just wanted to tell you that I think this IF you’re working on is brilliant and I adore it and I look forward to the next update no matter when it is!! Also if you see me send you thirty more asks after this…sorry I have the brainrot (tm) and since I just found your blog I am not sure what we already know, so feel free to ignore some or pace them out lmao. Thank you for your hard work!!!

HI thank you so much!!!! I don't even know how to respond, this is so kind 😭😭😭😭

you are not the first person to tell me the confrontation with Henry as a male Hedonist on the Harry exile route felt different. it's definitely something I'd like to explore a bit more of as The Hedonist has more of these talks with their father!

#this may seem like a dry answer but i promise u made my week w this ask !!!!! <3

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the-official-account · 1 year

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Episode 20 let's go babeyyy

Oh kits on the recap hello!!!! I spent thirty seconds like "did essay go on T?" HFKDGSKDGKSGZZ

And oh yeah it is worrying about Jack right now...I hope he's alright. I hadn't really thought about it that hard...

Hearing Jordan and ila go "mhm, mhm" in unison is so funny because as soon as I realized Jordan's (usually three times) "mhm"s are like, a thing, I was like yeah. There's no way that's not gonna become a vocal habit for me now. It's infectious!

Talking about the schematics are making me think of the "👀 I also don't know how you party agent vellum" scene and it's sending me all over again. And I will NEVER get over the third T taekwondo.

JDVLSGDKD IM THINKING OF THE TRIPLE THREAT IN A COWBOY AU WHERE THEY'RE COWBOY BOOTS—this is not an advanced thought, but vellum in cowboy boot would be SUCH a look.

OOOOOOF vellum is shattering my heart into a billion pieces right now I just...he deserves to have a family that makes him feel....familial!!!!!

Couples dance happening on the same day as grey's arrival is .......hmmmm the pieces are piecing together! They're piecing!

The harvest and feast for singles and couples is pretty cool. OF COURSE DIAMOND IS IN THE COUPLES SHOW LMAO

Crystallis being a name for morpholomew sympathizers

I AM THE RAINBOW THAT LURKS IN THE SHADOWS WHEEEEEZE

Ohhh so stone skin is in Crystallis

GOD these facts are so good today

FIRST MENTION OF THE NAME IOSWITCH CROWSWADDLE he doesn't.....he doesn't know cars exist 😂😂😂

Louie zong never fucking misses

THE FUCKING DNDADS HOLD MUSIC. something about that tune is like a cat making biscuits with my brain

If Tatiana...okay not Tatiana

"for bad reasons to do crimes probably" 10/10 investigator shit

THE RADIO CUTS OFF?

Spar just became a customer service agent.

WAIT HOLY SHIT.

WAIT HOLY SHIT

Ooooooooooooof. Oof. Fuck.

JUST HAD TO TAKE A QUICK BOMB THREAT

Vellum hyperfocusing just like me fr <3

T....T Felspar...........

THE WAY I GASPED!!!!! JAKUB IS BACK!!!! I LOVE HIM! AND HE'S A REPORTER!!!!!! GAHHHH special place in my heart!

Ohhhh my god this comic book ass situation is gonna have my whoooole heart, isn't it? Fuck.

The three genders. Man, person, other.

OH MY GOD THEY'RE GOING ON A DATE. Ipswitch completely forgot why he was here fjsjdvsodgsodg

SPAR AND VELLUM ARE HERE TOO IS THIS THE BIG MEET UP? WITH JAKUB HERE TOO?

Jakub! You're so forward! But oooh the obvious next step to the mysterious in-costume encounter.

AN EXPLOSION IN BEE BY THE SEA?

WHERE'S XBALA???

*Half of a building goes up in flames*

IC: Hmm...well there cutie pie! I've uhh. Gotta go shuffle some papers. Let's talk later, huh?

Jakub: 👁️👁️

Yeah the hotel is definitely a distraction, huh?

I love that ipswitch is gonna walk away from jakub, change behind a bush, and return to helping where Jakub is in a thin-ass disguise and I am SO pleased with this.

KNIGHTS ARMOR?

Oh my godddd these shenanigans are so good. The clovenheart vibes were also wonderful and the sense of the creeping past is a part of the slow I adore, but the urban comedy these episodes are becoming is SOOOO good also. This show is giving me everything. I am FEASTING. I am also nearing the lastest episodes, which does make me feel a little bit sad! But the anticipation of serial media is just as good as the binge, if to the left. Oh I'm so hyped.

@threeheartscast

#edil chats #three of hearts pod #three of hearts #edil liveblogs three of hearts

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easily-bullied · 27 days

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wow I'm back two years later. I wanted to do some writing, get things out of my head and onto the page about the latest things that are bothering me. and then I read that last post and it made me want to laugh because... my mom died like 3 months after I wrote that wow that girl didn't know what was about to hit her.

perspective

hind sight

2 more years. 34 (lol 'im a thirty year old' nah bitch u were about to turn 32) and used to hell. shit I was coddled. I felt strong and I look at her like oh babes! champagne problems. but now I'm also comparing and it's like, well shit, I got some places. we moved. I had 2 semi serious flings (one was supposed to be the thrust of this post, it probably still will be) new job, new friends, new haunts, new furniture new anxieties same anxieties. rediscovering some thing I loved, finding ways to love someone, loving new parts of me.

ok is that enough of a through line? for the no one reading this. I wanna talk about the thing I came here for. let's get some stuff out.

I fell in love

I think I fell in love

I tried to fall in love and it might have worked

I looked at something that I could love and I said 'go and do it'

and that thing was like 'hey this is probably a bad idea' and I said 'yup, I hear you. I know.' and then I said quietly to myself 'love harder and maybe it'll work out. I bet if you just keep running and don't slow down you can fix this.' and I nodded at them and I nodded at my friends as they counseled me and still I whispered to myself 'no we should keep going'

what does that mean?? can that really just mean I'm that desperate to be loved? can it not mean that maybe this love was real and it should be cherished and missed? like it was supposed to happen and it's a cosmic wrong that needs to be righted? wouldn't that explain some of this feeling?

every day I'm white knuckling it. I want to text them even this second. hell I hope I'll convince myself it's a good idea by the time I'm done typing.

is it easier to think of not me? is that why?

at least im starting to forgive myself for my mistakes. or at least im convincing myself that they're being forgiven. and I bet they are! minor shit. shit I apologized for. profusely. and genuinely. real remorse. how do I be accountable? I respect the boundaries. at least the ones that I can assume. a few months they said. it's been 2 weeks. I'm dying

ok so let's say they come back. they say they missed me. they say they love me. what's that look like. what do I want. I want to see them happy and comfortable. I want them to thrive. I want them making art. I want them smiling and laughing. I want me feeling appreciated, I want me feeling adored and supported. I want to feel not alone. I want someone I can lean on. who looks forward to the times I need their strength cause it makes them feel strong and needed. that's who I need.

is that someone they are? it's hard to know I guess. it was only a few months. I feel like they would want to be able to be that person. but maybe just not yet. that would make sense to me. I can see that needing time. I can see that time being helpful. even if it's not for that express purpose. I can see it being the outcome.

would they see it in themselves? trust themselves to be it? I guess that's not up to me and I can't know it.

ok so what if they don't come back. are you going to wallow again? in three months still be sad? why were we sad before the relationship. why were we sad in it? I just don't feel real enough. I don't feel filled in. I feel like a first draft. I am one. I guess it all is. I don't think about it. I don't examine. I'm afraid to look. I don't feel like I have permission??

what would calm me down? knowing what they want? but they don't know. so that can't be what I need

knowing I'll be ok. knowing I won't be alone

ok let's think about that. so you really actually think you're unlovable? no

you know you're kinda great

it's about finding someone that makes you feel it when you can't feel it yourself. that exists. I've seen that. I won't break that next time. I'm better than I was

I'm good enough. I've always been good enough. how I'm better. only 34. 20 years. 20 long years. and I still won't even be 55. that's not bad. lots can happen in a year. boy oh boy lots and lots

where was I last August? I had just moved here. I would been just finished having my birthday. a lot anxious. wow I was looking to have a hot girl summer and have sex and then I realized I was too afraid. it wasn't time yet. ok so now I've had sex a bunch in the last few months. been in a couple dates. found a new type that I like. been with other trans people. felt seen and accepted. it's not a miracle when that happens. it just means it's with other people like me. people who are wonderful and beautiful and different and thought about why.

it's hot that you know who you are. even if you aren't finished. you went further than a lot of others.

the way they looked at you was real. you both know that was real. it doesn't matter what's coming. I can't control that. but it was real back then. that happened. and it felt so good and made everything feel better and it soothed you. and there's people who are dying to look at you that way again. maybe even that same person. but regardless you will have it

and it's with the knowledge that you can love them back in a way that you're proud of. that makes you feel like a whole. see your fullness as a woman, as a lover, as a caretaker, as a pillar, as a mother. all there. in me. swirling around. like how is that not the only thing I can think of? like holy shit look at you Momo. the fullness of you, the person you were SO afraid of being and now I'm it all day every day and like it just all slipped on exactly fitting. a slip, built for your body. all there.

Ollie loves you too. so don't be too worried. and also hey the last blog post was funny!

#transfem

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thecringepoet · 1 year

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the most comical things remind me of you

a littlest pet shop, with bright blue eyes

and flowers in its ears.

you said it was your favorite.

i bring a new littlest pet shop to school every day,

just for you.

i wonder if you know i really do it for you.

i love when you ask to see "the daily little guy"

when you gasp,

in either shock or in adoration.

really, i look forward to seeing you every day.

what gets me up in the morning is knowing i will see you.

i love our little moments,

moments of laughter and joy

i love when i make you laugh so hard you cant breathe

i love when someone says something ridiculous and we turn to eachother at the same time

i dont know what will come out of this.

will i ever tell you?

will you ever know?

how much i care about you?

god.. i feel like i do a damn good job at hiding it

will i hide it forever?

TWO people know. _____ and _____.

thats so uncommon for me.

to not run my mouth about you to anyone who walks near me.

thats how you know this is real.

i told the people close to me, and i barely talk about you with them.

for some reason thinking about talking about you gives me this horrendous feeling.

like im sinking. like theres a giant weight in my stomach and im sinking.

in some sort of colorful reef, im sinking. just admiring the fall.

not even thinking about how ill get back up, if i'll drown, i'm just looking at all these glistening fish.

naming every color i see. orange, red, blue, yellow, black. blue. lots and lots of blue.

god, what am i even talking about?

im sinking. thats the conclusion of this "poem".

will you sink with me?

thats ridiculous.

i am being RIDICULOUS.

youve got like thirty men drooling over you constantly,

i guess im just the thirty-first.

is this a contest for who can race the fastest?

who can catch you first?

because if it is, god im fucked.

im an extremely slow runner.

you know how people run in dreams?

yeah, i run slower in real life.

i think if this were a "whoever taps her first wins!" type of game, i would give up, flop on the floor, and sob.

do i really care that much?

if i do, thats literally pathetic.

ive been told ive been talking a lot lately.

its because im imagining im talking to you.

i wanna be funny, i wanna see that small grin

i wanna look at you with love drowning my eyes.

i want someone to see it, i want someone to see how i gaze at you when you laugh.

i want someone to secretly root for us.

i was gonna say something i shouldnt have.

im going insane.

i need to see you outside of school

i cant just see you 30 minutes every weekday.

march 11 2023 ~10:56 pm

#poets corner #poetblr #poetry #poems and poetry #romantic poem #romantic poetry #obsessive love #littlest pet shop #lps

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bughusbands · 2 years

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its my birthday today!

im 30 and I'm actually super happy? I'm excited? It seems like everyone is like "oh no, you're turning the big 3-0" or "Wow, how do you feel about it?" as if I'm supposed to feel bad about it...

I've tried to feel that way, but for once I can't really bring myself to. For the first time in my life I've been happy and stable for a long time. I might not be out to everyone in my life, but I have my husband and good friends and a house and cats....

Even though I'm stuck at home today (and was stuck at home yesterday) because my husband's co-worker got covid (and I had talked to her on Friday), I don't even feel all that bad about it.

I'm just.... pleased. It feels... good.

#i struggled with d*pression for such a long time and its really nice to look back and see how far ive come now #im getting tested tomorrow like a good boy and im vaxxed and boosted so no one worry #just having a good time and im looking forward to my thirties like so hard #maybe now ppl older than me will respect me :I #aero rambles #bringing back the old tags lmao #jus' chattin #i dont do this often but I felt like today warranted it

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rivangel · 3 years

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Kinktober: Day 3

Levi // high sex + dumbification // service dom!Levi and small!afab!Reader // College!AU // face-sitting, throat-fucking, and mating press

wc: 6.2k

a/n: did i spend 5hrs today editing this? yeah. 6 thousand words of high sex with service dom, pussydrunk Levi? yeah. super telling of what im into, i guess.

thank you for all the support on this event btw! this is where it ends, if a tad late & out of order. -lev☂︎

Listened to while writing:

It was your idea, naturally. You knew you’d get distracted and you knew he’d get distracted, but maybe that was the point.

That was definitely the point.

Biochemistry will come and go. Spending the afternoon with your longtime boyfriend Levi getting down to business while potentially hotboxing your bedroom? That’s forever.

The 'study session' excuse didn’t even last thirty minutes. In retrospect, dressing down to one of Levi’s tees and a pair of tight shorts that have holes skirting up your flank—that might’ve been overkill. Bathing in your expensive body wash too. The one thing you didn’t slyly do on purpose was leave your weed stash not even a foot away from where you and Levi sat together; the glass jar sticks out like a sore thumb on the edge of your desk.

You tap away at your bare thigh impatiently. By the way Levi is staring at the laptop screen, you can’t tell if he’s seriously reading the study guide or not. You can never tell. Right now, his chin is propped up over his fist with his brow furrowed. Levi's eyes scan the doc, but by god you’ve never gone out of your way to be so obvious in your life. You feel like whining.

“Levi–”

Levi scoffs and leans forward. The laptop doesn’t fall shut as much as it's slammed.

Promptly, he looks at you. “Yes? You have my attention.” Levi’s gaze rides down your body. “But I'm sure that was your intention, right?”

Yes!

You smile, just a little, but hide it under an inquisitive hand. “I don’t know what you mean. You know how studious I am, baby.”

Levi scoffs and swivels his chair. You squeak as his bare forearms snake around your waist and manhandle you over and into his lap. Being small—smaller than Levi of all people—has its advantages.

He speaks against the shell of your ear, “You knew this would happen–" You hum of approval as Levi nuzzles your ear. “Hell, you even smell good.”

From where your eyes had drifted closed, they fly open, appalled. “Hey, I always smell good–”

“You know what I meant,” Levi scoffs, then squeezes you when you don't reply. “…Hey, don’t look at me like that.”

You knew what he meant; it’s hard not to smirk, but you love to poke fun at him. Levi pouts now like a kicked puppy, so you can’t resist wriggling around in his lap to kiss it right off his face. Levi deepens it almost as soon as your lips touch.

Just like how Levi is tuned into details like your shampoo or how you wear your hair one day or another, he wears your favorite chapstick today—the savory kind that leaves you yearning to kiss him over and over. His lips are full and smooth as they move against yours, then you feel Levi’s palm pressing against the small of your back. Encouraged, you slot your thighs at either side of his hips and cup the nape of his neck. A movement to return the sentiment of, keep going, please.

Something smooth like glass slides against the oak of your desk, and this time you really can’t stop yourself from smirking. Levi pulls away to flick your cheek playfully, and brings the glass jar of joints between you. You really only smoke when Levi’s over, but he’s also the only one between the two of you who can open the jar. Forget about your roommate.

The swift aroma of deep greenery and a spicy sort of savory wafts up and out. You giggle and link your hands around Levi’s neck as he deftly plucks a joint out of the stash. There at the back of his undercut, you run your thumb over the prickly hairs just above his nape.

Levi’s breath falters at your touch, always so sensitive here.

His sharp gaze flickers up. “Stop that. I’ll fuck you when you’re ready to be fucked, or not at all.”

“I love you,” you grin, and rock gently against Levi’s lap.

He grunts, but shows no other indication that you've made his pants so much tighter from just that slight movement. He doesn’t stop you, either; just picks a lighter out of his chest pocket and sets the green between his lips.

Those tender, plump little lips.

“You’re staring.”

“I’m silently asking you when we agreed you’d hit it first,” you tease. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

“Fair.” Levi accentuates the word with a deft raise of his brow. As if you’ve been anything but a brat for his dick this whole time, and you know it. “No. Guess not.”

Levi’s lighter hisses then ignites, and you find it hard to look away from the cherry-end of the joint as the flimsy paper burns away and reaches the main attraction. The deep green of the weed singes and darkens rapidly as Levi inhales, and his eyes are half-lidded and seductive, boring right into you.

Your hands never stopped mindlessly playing at Levi’s undercut. Now, your fingers cradle each side of his sharp jaw and brush over his cheekbones. Seconds pass, but you were curling with impatience as soon as Levi walked in the front door, really.

“Come here,” Levi rasps, and sinks his hand into your hair for your lips to eagerly meet. Your jaw slackens to welcome burning smoke inside, all over.

It hurts like good liquor, but you’re even more enamored with Levi’s tongue. You've only just begun to mingle when you must break apart, lest your lungs dry out and utterly waste away. It’s easy not to cough, but it’s harder not to giggle. Levi is so fucking cute.

You tell him so in time for him to exhale, and the smoke drifts out from between his lips. With the arch of a thin brow, the look he gives you is a mix of mild amusement and fondness. You hit the joint on your own this time.

It’s a habit of yours—not a bad one—to close your eyes as you inhale. Then there’s Levi, who uses this to his advantage and molds his teeth with the warm column of your throat, kissing, nipping. You feel his tongue dart over your pulse.

This time, you almost do cough. A throaty moan sounds instead, and the heat of Levi’s breath shudders against your skin. He pulls away to run his thumb over the little bruise he’s left in your skin only to murmur, “Keep going. Don’t mind me.”

You laugh—how could you not?—but indulge Levi by forcibly pressing his mouth back to your collar. The force of his nibbling leaves you shuddering as you take in more of the smoke. Levi’s hands wander and caress, but once he tweaks your nipple through your shirt—his shirt—you grind against him. Levi’s lap is warm and you can feel where he’s growing harder—the front of his jeans is already tenting.

“So needy,” Levi chides, but his hand continues to play with your tits as he pulls away, his lips shining and swelled. You pass him the joint eagerly because he's right; you need to feel his heated skin, and you need the dull throb in your clit to go away.

Levi’s hand buries in your hair as you pepper kisses down his jaw, then kiss and knead dark hickeys into his skin that leaves him squirming. You feel his hips arch off the cushy chair and tug yours against his.

Your room has gained a heavy air of warm marijuana smoke and rising desperation. You sense it when Levi exhales, murmuring, “that’s my good girl. Don’t stop.”

Your pussy quivers, and instead of rocking, you outright roll your hips against the heat radiating from between Levi’s thighs. His hips stutter. It’s not enough to feel his cock, and you whine. It's not enough. Not enough.

“Use your words, baby.”

Your hands snake beneath Levi’s tee to paw at his chiseled muscles, and you plant eager kisses like a necklace around his throat, up to his sharp jawline. His nipples are hard and peaked as your thumbs graze them, then work in circles.

Levi speaks your name, then forcibly tugs you away by your hair. Despite the look on his face, he squirms where he’s pinned underneath you, where you're groping him.

“Tell me. Need my tongue on your clit, or my hand?”

Your breezy high has already set in. Levi’s voice—low and decadent at your lips—seems to reverberate down to your core. Your cunt clenches, and your thoughts stutter.

“Need you,” you say. It’s all you have the mind to say. “Levi.. c'mon.”

“My poor baby,” Levi soothes, and shudders a sigh. Your hand’s gone on to clutch at his packed muscles, so warm where they flex under your palms. “Mm. Think sucking on my cock for a while will help?”

Hopelessly, you nuzzle Levi’s cheekbone—Where’d the fucking joint go?—and squeak at the force of Levi’s smack against your bare thigh. Once he pulls away, you could harp on just how captivating, soft and strong he looks, all at once. His bangs are strewn and messed about his forehead, but Levi's blooming cheeks and keen eyes tell you exactly where his mind is. You’re so distracted you nearly forget what he just asked you.

“Fuck my mouth,” you offer, and your mind practically buzzes. “Use me, please.”

Levi groans softly—he must be a little gone too—and his hand finds the thick roundness of your ass. There’s no resistance considering what you’re wearing; your shorts might as well pass for briefs.

Levi maneuvers you close as he presents two fingers to your lips, pressing in. They part, and he feels his cock stir as you draw them inside your velvety mouth: you're just for him. He sighs at the warmth. Already, you bob your head and swirl your tongue. His perfect little angel.

Your eyes drift shut, but Levi doesn’t take his ravenous gaze off you for a second. It’s only when you begin to suck his digits that he traps his lip between his teeth and pats your cheek.

“Down,” he gently orders, as if you’re a kitten. “Between my legs, sweetheart. Don’t let go of my hand.”

Levi’s soft side shows itself the most when he’s stoned; you smile blissfully. This is a routine so ingrained in you that you find Levi’s hand effortlessly; his other buries in your hair. You shuffle closer following the distinct clink of his belt buckle coming undone.

Given you squeeze Levi’s hand—hard enough to convey your urgency—he’ll pull away to ensure you’re alright. It’s important to have rules like that anyway, but especially when you’re both so swept away. Levi (naturally) is the one who insisted you two ought to use it.

Levi’s cock is hung and weeping from between his open thighs; his jeans are shucked down around his calves. You watch his jaw tighten and his teeth work at his bottom lip as he lazily strokes himself. You keep the image of him like this in your mind for safekeeping.

Levi’s cream tastes buttery and yet bitter; swirling your warm tongue round his cockhead, you pick up on saltiness spilling across too. With Levi’s palm guiding your jaw, you let your eyes drift shut under his praise: you’re his good girl, and you take him so well. Your thumb wanders in lazy circles overtop your joined hands. Levi's letting you take the lead for now.

You sense Levi shifting back against his seat, getting comfortable, and yet the hard muscle of his thigh is gently tensing and easing underneath you, nonstop. His breathing has gone stuttered and punctuated by blissed little noises Levi smothers in his throat. Your tongue snakes up his slit, and Levi’s hips jolt. He moans.

“More,” he commands, and with his free hand guides your mouth by the bunched hold Levi has on your hair.

Promptly, your lids flutter and you watch to make sure Levi gets to see as you swallow him in. It’s more challenging in how his girth prods at your swollen cheeks. Your lips compensate to take his size while your tongue smooths the underside of his cock. The sound of an earnest groan dying in Levi’s throat doesn’t escape you. Without realizing, your eyes fell shut again.

Levi watches you suck him in, and his palm falls from your hair to cup your cheek; to feel himself just on the other side, and his eyes fall shut in desire. Your mouth is so savory and eager, Levi feels he might melt. When the tip of his cock brushes the back of your throat—and when you whimper, swallowing heavily around him—Levi groans feverishly, then rolls his hips. Your eyes are shiny with tears and your cheeks are flushed, blown the fuck out, but you’re so damn pretty. Levi doesn’t hesitate to tell you so.

“Let me,” he rasps, his breathing having grown deep and uneven. His eyes are like gunmetal in the light, and your thoughts ease away to make room for his unwavering hand in your hair, pushing. “Keep taking it for me. Good girl.”

Levi takes up a lax, steady pace with his thrusts. Obediently, you make yourself pliant and relaxed as more of his cum spills onto your tongue. You suck and swallow it down in all its rich bitterness, and Levi watches you, lips gently parted. It’s almost subconsciously that he draws you in closer, then picks up in urgency. Your knees have begun aching weakly, but the ache in your cunt takes precedence; you moan and let Levi have his way despite the tears spilling down your cheeks.

Levi’s longing simmers with yours; it’s like a salacious fever dream, taking you like this. Your pretty mouth, welcoming him with each smooth plunge inside. Velvety warm; wet, so much so Levi can hear even over the tremble in his voice; in yours. He won’t let go of your hand, but lust smolders in him at the hot tears now streaming down, and your plumped, pink lips. He can’t keep his eyes off you. In his voracious, dizzy lust, the need to reach his end becomes irresistible.

As Levi's thrusts become unforgiving and urgent, his moans are punctuated by his balls smacking against your lips. Drool has long-since pooled at the corners of your mouth, spilling out to mix with cool tears.

It’s become too much effort to push Levi along, or do much of anything besides kneel between his thighs and let him plunder you. Your mind is devoted to two things: relishing in Levi's every rousing sound, every splintered breath, and trying to breathe through your nose. With your free hand you half-heartedly grind into your open palm, if you can manage that. More than anything you wanna hear Levi reach his end, satisfy him; make him flood you with his cum. You whimper.

“`m gonna cum,” Levi speaks breathlessly, and stutters a throaty moan. His eyes fall shut. “That’s my good girl—fuck!”

Levi’s heavy balls draw up with your free hand sinking your nails into the firm muscle at his strong thigh. You’d given up on easing the ache in your slippery cunt—save for squeezing your legs together—in exchange for Levi. It’s the bite of pain from your nails that leaves Levi’s hips stuttering, and his jaw to fall slack. The way he moans with pleasure so full leaves you yearning.

Your cunt flutters with Levi's throaty, pleased noises; you feel his cock throb and pulse in your mouth as salty musk explodes over your tongue. His thigh, beneath where Levi is squeezing your hand, trembles minutely with the force of his orgasm. His movements—previously harsh—slow and ease, and in the next moment your mouth feels oddly at a loss without Levi's cock stuffing it. You heave for air, all the while moving to nuzzle his warm thigh; to rest, or for comfort, maybe.

Levi finds his own breaths. Every word that falls next is a praise for you as you sense his hand sweeping over your forehead brush your bangs back; they're slick with sweat. Your tears Levi smears away, before that same hand catches under your jaw so you'll look up at him.

"Took me so well," Levi praises, cheeks flared, and you'd hum if your voice had time to recover. Without speaking, you already know it's shot. You lick your lips and cough a little as you gulp and find breath. "You alright? Off your knees, let me help you."

"Mhm. Thank you," you manage, and cough again. Post-orgasm has seemed to sober Levi up somewhat, and just as well he smoked less than you. You'd be swooning over how responsible Levi is if you weren't so distracted by the ache in your knees and the insatiable throb in your clit.

Levi catches your waist under his bicep and helps you to your feet. Your legs tremble violently for a moment, but like a fawn you manage the yard or so over to your bed. All the while, Levi speaks with a warm cadence as he guides you, "are you sure you don't want a cough drop? We don't have to keep going if you need a second."

At this, you chuckle—raw and used—and sink into the mattress. Gravity seems much stronger all of a sudden, so you go like a sack of lead and squeeze your thighs together with earnest. The bed sinks down with Levi's weight as well; a warm palm soothing your skin. "No, baby. Thank you. Jus' let me catch my breath, huh?"

Levi hums thoughtfully, and you blink your eyes open in time to watch his packed muscles flex as he pulls his shirt over his head. The tufts of hair around Levi's head stick out in places, and you find yourself smiling.

Levi's lip quirks, and he leans over you to kiss your forehead; he lingers there for a moment. Pulling away, he murmurs, "catch your breath then. I'll relight the joint; when I'm back, I want your clothes off."

Your mood lifts with the promise of more weed, but even more so with the potential for a Levi-shaped reward. With a little grin you agree, but not before Levi leans forward and swipes his thumb across your plump bottom lip. With a dollop of his own cum on his finger, Levi's lip curls into a slight smirk; such a rare sight your heart jumps. He levels his gaze with you before bringing said thumb up to his lips and licking it clean.

"Fuck," you whine, and your palm falls between your spread thighs, to your utterly ruined shorts. It’s not enough at all.

"Be good," Levi gently reminds you, but not without amusement as his weight drops away from the mattress.

With as much urgency as you can manage, you shove your shorts and panties—now warm and sodden with your own cum—down your thighs and kick them away. Levi's shirt, it being a tad oversized on you, puts up more of a struggle, but when it’s off, it’s gone. In your peripheral you pick up on the amber glow of the cherry-end of the joint, which is now reduced to a roach, and the way Levi’s lips close around the opposite end to get it going.

You watch him as you spread your legs apart, two fingers circling idly round your clit. Not a moment in and your hips kick up into your own touch.

Levi watches you hungrily, then picks his phone out of his sweatpants. You mewl at the thought of him taking a candid shot of you like this—despite the fact that he almost exclusively uses your polaroid for that—but he doesn’t. Instead, the speaker at the corner of the room pings and it comes to life with one of your favorite songs.

The action isn’t exactly Playboy, but you find yourself shuddering a breath anyway. Levi, at the least-expected of times, is so thoughtful. It’s strange to find yourself high and horny out of your mind, yet your heart booming with love, all for Levi.

Said man comes back to you in a cloud of stifling weed-smoke; you take the roach when Levi hands it to you and smother a sigh when his palm falls over the heated skin just above your belly. You feel the soothing touch shadow, then knead into the plush of your left tit, thoroughly massaging. As you inhale, you moan softly behind the green.

“Gorgeous little thing,” Levi mutters, voice raw from the smoke. You know he feels it when you shiver. “Feel like sitting on my face? Or I could get between your thighs instead, let you lay back and enjoy it.”

Levi’s voice is low and thrilling. Where you’ve been working your clit, you roll your hips into your hand; smoke seeps from your mouth as you speak, though your voice is rendered rougher than Levi’s by a long shot: “I’m greened the fuck out and you’re asking me to pick between two good choices.. seriously?"

You watch Levi’s lips curl into another smirk; it kindles your lust to know he's enjoying teasing you.

“F’you can’t decide, I have a preference. I thought to ask since you seem tired, but..” Levi’s hand shadows over yours moving shakily over your clit, then replaces it with lithe, steady fingers. “..looks like I misjudged you.”

“You did.” You try to sound snarky, but your voice trembles with arousal “Y-Yeah, like that.. idiot.”

Levi hums conversationally, but he’s not looking at your face. He’s watching your cream seep between his fingers, sweet and buttery; he’s watching you squirm and your thighs spasm under his touch. The fabric at the front of Levi’s sweatpants is already straining again.

“Sit up,” he orders, and obediently, you collect yourself and push yourself up on one hand. The other nurses your dying joint.

Levi joins you in bed and arches his back to ease the denim down and off; this time completely. Avidly, you move to help him. His skin is toasty and you can feel the muscles flexing with exertion just underneath.

“Thank you,” Levi grunts, but in the next moment gathers the back of your thighs in his palms and manhandles you up and up until you straddle his chest. You’ve joined the clouds once more as you shift your body weight over Levi’s shoulders. Your knees sink into the pillows behind his head, where Levi’s half-lidded gaze centers on you.

Your pussy quivers with the sight of him like this; so submissive, his dull nails digging into your thighs. As Levi shifts and gets to lapping the slick from your inner thighs, you fancy a long inhale and blow it into his face. Levi groans.

“Smells that good?” you giggle, and worm your hand under Levi’s head, encouraging him.

Levi’s palms move to your full asscheeks, soothing and squeezing. Licking away at the mess he’s made of you like a madman, it takes him a moment to reply.

“Tastes good,” is his answer, and gently sinks his teeth, sucking. “So damn good.”

It’s never a challenge to get Levi pussy-drunk. Never is this more true than when he’s stoned, when he’d rather lay between your thighs for an hour or two than go through the work of walking down the block to actually grab something to eat.

Levi’s onto his third hickey—for now a heavy, scarlet mark in your flesh—when you lose your patience and wrench his jaw away with one hand. A string of saliva is left in your wake, and Levi groans with earnest.

Some more weed did him good, you think.

“Such a needy baby,” you chide, and roll your hips up and into Levi’s half-parted lips. They're warm and plump as they part further and welcome you in.

“There you go,” you say, and sigh in bliss, “there's my good boy.”

It’s a comfort that Levi can slip between roles so easily. He can call you his angel and spank you at the first round, moan into your wet mound when you call him 'your good boy' at the second.

Levi’s hands have settled at the front of your thighs now, the feeling background to his dizzying, wet mouth. He kisses and slurps away at your vulva before settling into your labia to lap away at your slick. Too far from your clit; not where you need him most.

The slow drum of the music settles into the background too as you shift forward, grinding your hips and forcing Levi’s attention in a different direction. His tongue flits over your puffy clit, where a small sound dies in Levi’s throat as he probes it with his tongue. First gracing your longing with purposeful laps of his tongue and open-mouthed kisses, then slurping.

The slick sounds are smutty, wet and downright vulgar; you struggle for breath and moan as you mold Levi’s mouth snug with your drooling cunt. He eagerly buries his face between your thighs.

It’s hard to focus on inhaling in favor of rutting into Levi’s mouth; when his thick tongue slips inside you, a sharp cry falls and you garner wonderful friction for your clit with the slope of Levi’s nose.

You manage to crack open your eyes, and finish the joint with one last hit. There’s hardly any use in it left anyway; you pivot a little to discard it in the ashtray on the nightstand, where you plunge your hands into Levi’s hair with a sweet moan. He never even notices you putting it out.

Levi’s tongue glides across the ridges of your entrance, and pleasure scorches in you. With your thighs hugging his head, Levi’s breaths harshen; more fervently, his velvety tongue fucks into you.

You cry out again, and roll your hips. “Oh—my god, Levi.”

Levi’s arms lock around your waist, and the mattress groans underneath with his squirming; rubbing his thighs together, you think distantly.

Still, Levi needs to breathe even if he doesn’t find it so important; you guide him back to your clit with both palms cradling his cheeks. Levi makes a sound you’ve never pulled from him before—an airy, “Mm, hah?”—as he gasps for breath and looks up at you in confusion.

“Forget to breathe, honey?”

You scratch at his scalp, swallowing your breathlessness. Your pussy clenches with just how close you are; the sublime sight of Levi’s cheeks damp and rosy, plus his bangs messed about his forehead urges you further.

Levi grunts and his eyes fall closed again; he returns to licking and swirling his tongue about your puffy clit, speaking between laps, “‘m high as fuck.. n’ you taste good. Take a guess.”

“m gonna cum,” you whimper, suddenly struck with your fierce desire pulled close and taut between your thighs. You tangle Levi’s soft locks between your fingers and rock into his swirling warmth. “God, Levi...!"

If Levi was sober and not drowning in your pussy he’d probably retort, but he groans—the type that rumbles low and earnest in his chest—and locks his hands around your waist. With his tongue at your clit, he hastens your lust and rapidly you feel as if you might plunge into a heavenly sea. Your sounds rise in volume, pitch. You plead Levi’s name.

Levi’s cock twitches against his stomach, straining. It’s not unheard of for him to be rendered so insatiable so soon after his first orgasm; it becomes a given with your heady, sweet taste on his tongue and your hands in his hair. Your damn voice crying out for him, even. You.

As your cries of his name rise, Levi massages your clit with his tongue flat, rubbing and suckling, which is the best he can do, considering. Too damn high to keep a consistent pace or even the mind to focus on opening his eyes. He wants to make you cum on his face; to hell with the rest right now.

You feel your walls ripple hard around nothing as your orgasm flutters, then engulfs you. It’d been a slow rise, and now a euphoric, all-consuming ride down. It’s a chore not to wail and it’s impossible to stop from crying out your euphoria as your thighs shake and your toes curl. Over and over, the waves thunder through you with Levi carrying you through, working to prolong your bliss.

As the waves ease and the aftershocks set in, your movements begin to still, but your trembling sure doesn’t. You’re so fired up you doubt it’d take much for you to cum again; the pleasurable coil in your belly, already drawn taut like a bowstring proves it.

Levi pats your thigh, and you hear him panting. “Your color?”

Green. So fucking green, and that’s your answer as you open your eyes and dismount his chest. By Levi’s tone, you know he’s a hair-trigger away from fucking you stupid into your mattress. All he need’s your word.

You feel Levi's hands pressing you down against the sheets, and you let him manhandle you without a care; probably couldn't even if you wanted. Levi breathes harsh and quick as he bends you at the knees, and it's instinct that has you locking your calves around his strong waist.

"Look at me," Levi commands, and your cum messing all round his plump lips catches your eye. You grapple for the girth of Levi's bicep as he crowds over you, practically bending you in half. "Gonna breed you. That okay with you?"

"Yes!" you exclaim, and your chest heaves as you do so. All you can do after that—with Levi towering over you and trapping you in a mating press—is squeeze his hips and paw at the packed muscle of his biceps. Still, you can't help but arch towards him at Levi's girth sliding between your folds, as if he hadn't been taking your throat for a fucktoy earlier. "Come on, Levi–"

The slide of Levi's cock plunging into your soaked pussy is absurdly easy, leaving you to cry out at the rich stretch, filling you up profoundly good. Levi wastes no time burying himself inside you, but not before the air is practically knocked out of him from your sweet heat sucking him in. He groans, praises you, "so damn wet. That's my girl."

With you tucked into a breeding press underneath him, there's so squirming away from Levi's insatiable rams into your cunt. Despite how frantically he fucks into you, his balls slap against your skin with each thrust; unrestrained, but not sloppy. Sober or stoned, Levi still knows how to fuck you.

With the ridges of Levi's cockhead grazing through your sensitive entrance again and again, all you can do is weakly thrash and beg for him in lieu of cumming again not even a few minutes past your last orgasm. Your back arches, and you sink your nails into his thick bicep.

"Fuck," Levi grunts, and his hand is back at your tits, kneading as they jiggle in wake of each powerful roll of his hips. "Poor thing. Close already?"

"Levi—Levi–" you cry, helpless to his ruthless pace and how it feels for your cunt to get stretched wide by Levi's cock. You've lost the coherency to even answer. The world beyond your hotboxed room—even beyond Levi trapping you and fucking you into oblivion—is moot. "Gon'a–"

You head falls back against the plush, inciting Levi to groan and bear down even harder. You sense his palms at your knees, folding you practically in half. While your muscles begin to strain and ache, you hardly feel it. A large hand comes to rest at the shallow of your throat, and you hear yourself give another shameless cry. Levi's thick cockhead kisses your cervix.

Levi can feel your cushy walls trembling round his cock, warmth seeping pleasure into his flesh and pushing him further towards his own end. There's a thrill in knowing you're about to cum from his cock alone, and makes it a point to force his eyes open to watch.

Levi's jaw falls slack with a hearty groan as you hug his cock tight, and your head tips back; he watches your pretty lips part to form a full 'o'. All the while, Levi's name becomes an endless mantra from your sweet mouth.

Your gummy walls hold him so snug it quickly becomes a challenge for Levi not to tip over and fall to his own vivacious pleasure. His hand finds your clammy throat with a guttural moan, and each new slam inside you becomes so much wetter with you gushing all over his cock.

To Levi's satisfaction, your hand finds his wrist at the same moment your half-lidded gazes meet, fucked-out with pleasure and drunk on your respective highs. In an unspoken understanding, you know to squeeze hard if it gets to be too much.

"You're gonna take everything I give you," Levi orders, not a question but a stern fact, and despite your cunt jolting with the pricks of overstimulation, you manage a meager squeeze of Levi's tight waist and a dazed, "yeah!"

With frenzied desire, Levi plunges into your cunt relentlessly, your name intermingled with "yes, yes–" and guttural curses tossed into the mix. Levi's own blazing gratification nears with a moan and the feeling of his balls drawing up.

You watch him, as if mystified in your sex-and-high-induced stupor. It's a heavenly haze so soon after such a powerful orgasm; the type that rolls and thunders through you. You watch Levi's thin brows knit together and the tension in his face falls away, and whimper.

The powerful slams of Levi's hips stutter, then still as his jaw goes slack. His second orgasm of the afternoon flutters and rolls, crashing into him all at once. It's too euphoric not to bury his pulsing cock inside your velvet before it jolts and Levi's heat floods inside you. "Fuck, mine."

You gasp as his load shoots inside you, only for your head to fall back again with a wavering cry. Levi's cock twitches and throbs all throughout his orgasm, leaving you to blubber amidst overstimulation and the sensation of your cunt fluttering around his girth. Levi only drives his cock inside you a few more times before he eases and goes still; even in the throes of aftershock, you sense his length twitching idly inside you.

"Fuck," you heave, and it's all you can say. Your hamstrings burn, your knees, and you're muddled in sweat and cum. Between where your bodies are joined, you sense the mix of Levi's cum and your own streaming down your slit. "Fuck, Levi."

Levi never actually choked you, but his palm smooths down your neck anyway, before falling away. From where your calves have slacked down around Levi's flanks, you sense the way his body minutely trembles from the force of his orgasm. You hear him work to catch his breath.

"You alright?" is the question of the day on Levi's end. You give a hum in response and Levi eases the position, allowing your feeble limbs to relax into the mattress. "I didn't hurt you?"

"M'okay," you reply, and elect not to move. You only allow Levi the room to pull out of you and grimace; else, moving is too much damn work. "Tired. M'throat hurts... You okay?"

Levi's palm passes over your clammy temple, brushing your bangs away. He sounds weary but oddly fond as he says, "I'm alright. You still have cough drops in your bag?"

You're more than inclined to object to a thorough clean-up right now. As Levi's presence leaves the bed, you open your eyes and quietly admire the curve of his ass from the bed, like a pillow princess.

"The sheets are a lost cause, 'Vi. 'M not moving."

Levi snorts, and you hear the tell-tale rustling of your bag.

Then, you think you sink into a hazy doze, because you could swear the music quiets down, changes genres, and Levi is back at your side only a few moments later. You find his weary, bedraggled visage upon a warm kiss at the side of your mouth, cough drops in hand, and your heart swells.

"Thank you."

"Least I could do for letting me fuck your brains out."

As you tuck the cherry lozenge in your mouth, you giggle and guide Levi to your side by the prickly nape of his neck. A quilt is tossed haphazardly over your shins—you're both too damn sticky and hot to tolerate much else—and Levi plasters himself to your chest.

"Take a nap," you tell him. "Jus' for a while. 'M sleepy."

"Planned on it," is Levi's murmured response as his head comes to rest between your breasts. You feel his arms tighten around you. "Half an hour. Less. Need t' clean."

You hardly hear that last part. Knowing you, Levi will give in to an hour or so of sleeping off both the high and the hours of sex. It's you, after all. In the first place, he fed into the 'study session' excuse knowing it was just that.

So much for final exams.

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saintchrollo · 2 years

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machi x reader. pillow princess!reader, stone butch machi (no ! bc canon, next). anyways this is a very specific dynamic. unbeta'd. im horny. minors do not interact.

it’s only after she steps out of the shower that machi sees your text. drying off her hair, she picks up her phone and freezes.

coucou i have sauv blanc (with me, for us) and i am incredibly horny so i am on my way i miss ur face and even if ur not In The Mood i miss You x

sent ten minutes ago. machi freezes, before setting her phone on the table. she curses the entire time she rushes through her after-shower routine.

the doorbell rings as soon as machi pulls on her boxers. she hastily throws on a random t-shirt before heading to the door. she takes a deep breath to act normal, because it’s hard to be normal around you. it’s hard to keep her composure when she’s near you.

she opens the door and has to take another breath. it works against her. you smell wonderful, soft honeyed ouhd that fills every ounce of her senses, that will hopefully linger on her couch.

“hi, handsome. i hope you don’t mind,” you say, with your suitcase next to you. “i came in late and i dont want to deal with my apartment.”

“uh, it’s all good,” machi says, grabbing your suitcase from you. “you caught me off guard.”

“well i was worried you weren’t home,” you say, entering the house, frowning upon noticing machi’s wet hair. “did i miss shower time?”

machi looks back over her shoulder. “yeah, ‘s why i didn’t respond automatically.”

“boo, i wanted to save water.”

of course you did, machi thinks. “how environmentally conscious of you.” her gaze goes sideways at your giggle. “you’re a freak, you know that right?”

“are you complaining?” you ask, taking off your shoes inside and already heading towards the shower.

“uh, no. where are you going?”

“i gotta shower, i’m sweaty and like a plane.”

machi sighs. “i guess.” she’s not really annoyed.

you give her a big smile. “don’t be like that. i’ll only be gone a minute.”

machi pours two glasses of wine before she lays down on the couch, just as she’d been planning. laying with her legs spread out. tv on low. grey’s anatomy, because you won’t stay too much about it, because you secretly like it.

it takes thirty minutes. machi can only tell because you emerge well into the episode. steam curls after you, and you're dressed simply. one of machi’s shirts keeps you modest up top, and a pair of her sleep shorts low on your hips.

machi’s eyes follow you as you move from the doorway of the bathroom to the living room. the way you so casually drop onto the couch, getting all up in her space. cuddle right up next to her.

instinctively, one of machi’s legs slides between your own.

“what are you doing tomorrow?” you ask machi.

“nothin’” machi says. she has plans to go to the gym, but they can easily be canceled.

“wanna fuck after this episode?”

your forwardness makes machi’s thighs involuntarily clench just slightly.

“your insatiable,” machi huffs. “but yeah. after this episode.”

you get bored of waiting. instead of watching the show, you watch machi’s throat, her collarbones and her face. her lips especially. why would you watch a show when there’s the most handsome woman in front of you?

your lips migrate towards her, magnetic, really absolutely not your doing. they slide against hers all to easily. it’s her fifth rewatch, it’s not like she actually needs to watch.

one of your hands cups her hair, acrylics sliding through her grown out mullet. the scratches cause her to relax, eyes fluttering shut.

they flutter back open upon receiving a sweet peck on her nose. your eyes are hopeful, glittering and filling every aspect of her face.

before you can even begin to tease her, and to get you to stop staring so intently, machi leans forward and gives you what you want. lips slide against each other, eyes slipping shut.

you’re carefully maneuvered into your back, machi’s lips still working intently against yours. without hesitating, your legs spread to make space for her. she doesn’t dare break the kiss. her fingers slide against the plush of your thigh, lifting it up and securing it around her hips.

you slide your tongue against hers, curling and swiping and sucking on her tongue until a choked moan left her mouth straight into yours. beaming with pride, your smile breaks the kiss and machi continues to suck her way down your jaw, paying special attention to your pulse points. the nips she leaves have your thighs quivering with anticipation.

“machi…”

“let me take my time,” machi reprimands. “don’t rush me.”

you whine and flop your head back down, stretching out under her so your back arches slightly, so your breast press upwards against hers. not one to be distracted, machi continues her way down, pushing her shirt up until it exposed your breasts, sighing in relief. she bows her head to plant her face between top ur breasts, taking a deep breath of relief which makes you giggle.

the giggles quickly turn to hitched moans as she begins to leave little hickies on the underside of your breasts, one of her hands slowly massaging whichever breast she wasn’t paying attention to. she loves the way the metal of your piercings click against her teeth, how sensitive you are with you pretty pierced nips.

her unoccupied hand quickly occupies itself. fingers gliding over your stomach, hooking under the soft cotton of your panties. she gently begins to pull the fabric down, lowing her head to leave lovebites at the newly exposed, sensitive skin.

you bite your bottom lip to suppress the little moans. machi eases your thighs further apart, gentle to keep you comfortable. her fingers sink into the gorgeous plush, eyes trained on the way little hairs begin to peak out of your underwear. the cotton barely contains you, and machi is perversely thankful that not even victoria understands her own secret.

you hook your knee over machi’s shoulder, lightly encouraging her. “she missed you,” you say.

“who?” machi asks. she knows. she wants to hear you say it.

“my pussy,” you pout. “everyday she was lookin’ for you.”

machi raises her eyebrow.

“she doesn’t talk to me like she talks to you,” you huff.

a self satisfied smirk sits at the corner of machi’s face.

“that’s horrible,” machi says, without an ounce of sympathy in her voice. she keeps a hand on your thigh, gently sliding it up and down until the muscle begins to tremble with anticipation.

she places kisses down from your knee to middle of your thigh, leaving little nips as she went. every bite brought a clench, made the wetness on your panties ever more evident. machi couldn't tear her eyes away.

two of her fingers slid under the waistband of your panties, gently sliding down around the thigh. the fabric was pinched between her fingers and her thumb. wet. it sends shivers down her spine. yours too, at how her fingers barely touch you.

you let out an airy, impatient whine, which machi subsequently ignores. she slowly, deliberately, pulls your panties to the side, stretching them to take a better look at your pussy. you weren't lying. you're wetter now than in any of the videos you've ever sent her.

machi can't help but dip her middle and ring finger between your folds, from your hole to your clit, purely intent on getting your essence on her fingers, which she brings to her lips.

she maintains eye contact with you while slowly pulling her fingers from her mouth.

"you taste desperate," she says, and you blush, heat encasing your body from your face to your groin.

"machi," you bemoan. "don't be mean."

she raises an eyebrow at you, while her hand lowers again, covering your pussy with your pretty panties again.

you whine again. machi meets with with a soft yet sharp smack to your covered pussy. it makes your thighs tremble and a high pitched 'uhn!' leave your lips.

"that's being mean," she says. "but you like it."

and gods it's embarrassing. you just nod and cover your face with the crook of your elbow, letting out the tiniest hum of agreement. machi's fingers hook under the waistband of your panties and slowly ease them off of you. she doesn't know why you bothered putting them on in the first place, if all that was going to happen was you would end up here, in her bed, naked.

it's almost normal.

machi disgards your panties to somewhere in the room, and lets her hands roam from your ankles, up past your knees to your thighs. with each inching movement she pushes your legs apart more and more, until you're fully exposed.

she could look at you like this all day.

"give me your hand," machi insists. and you blindly do. she takes it, hooks it around the back of your thigh, and presses it closer to your chest. "now don't move."

one of her hands finally freed, machi lets her fingers drag through the warmth of your cunt again. spreads your lips so she can see what she's been daydreaming about for weeks. your hole clenches at the exposure, and a dribble of slick escapes.

it makes machi smirk.

her middle finger glides from your hole, collecting the breath of slick, before swirling it around your clit. you bite your bottom lip and your hips scoot closer to machi.

she doesn't tease you for it. not right now. instead, she slowly slides her finger into your heat. you practically suck her finger in, and machi almost feels bad for how horny you are. especially once you start to gently cant your hips against her finger.

"baby, it's just one," she says.

you lift your head up to glance down at her. even sitting up on one of your elbows, it causes her finger to adjust within you.

"look at my nails."

machi tilts her head to the side. "you think that you can come from just one finger?"

"i don't want to come from just one finger," you huff.

very slowly, machi begins to move her finger inside of you. a simple, easy coaxing motion until she can slide in a second. "no? how many do you want to come from, then?"

it's unfair, because she asks the question and swirls your clit with her thumb, despite the expectation on her face. the quirk of her eyebrow.

"however many it takes-- it takes to make me feel good." the 'o's are drawn out, as machi begins to pick up a steady pace of moving her fingers in and out of you. they curl as they enter, actively searching for the gummy, coarse spot within you.

"i think you felt good with just one," machi points out, "but you'd complain if i only let you finish with just one."

your whines turn into little, punched out moans, as her fingers keep a steady, steady rhythm. she can feel as your walls start to tighten and doesn't let up.

"c'mon, baby. you gotta have the little one to have all the big ones later," she says, coaxing you closer to the first wave of your orgasam. she lowers her head, fixing her lips around your clit. the moment her tongue swirls around the enlarged bud, your hands immediately knot in her hair, pulling her closer. her fingers dont stop their in-and-out of your pussy, and the saliva leaving her lips from where they're sucked around your clit just creates more wetness.

when you cum, it's with a whiney moan, your hands scrambling for the bedsheets and her pillowcase, your legs straightening out and vibrating as the orgasam shoots through you.

even as your chest heaves and your thighs stop quivering as much, machi doesn't move. she simply slides in a third finger, involuntarily bucks her hips into the mattress and moans along with you. she continues her steady in and out pace, and the warmth in your gut grows. grows and grows more than you thought it could.

machi glances up at you, through her lashes and up your body. your head is tossed back, your breasts shaking with each inhale, tummy quivering. it must have been a long time since you've touched yourself, machi concludes to herself, just as your hip buck wildly off the bed and she has to release your thigh to hold your hips steady to not break her nose as the second wave of your orgasam rocks through you.

satisfied, machi pulls back and very gently rocks her fingers in that coaxing motion inside of you, guiding your high down as her movements become slower and slower. when she removes her fingers from you, there's a wet shlick that follows.

you breath heavily, eyelids barely staying open as you look down your body at machi. an unspoken agreement floats between the two of you.

machi is quick to lean up your body press a kiss to your lips, tweak your nppl ewith her cum stained fingers, and heads to the kitchen to get you a glass of water from the kitchen and the strap from her bedside table, unused since you were last over.

#machi x reader #this is an ode to my réponse to the when i get asked if i am single at work #‘i like girls that look like young m.a””’#there is something about having having sex with a butch and they’re just ……#SCREAMING INTO MY PILLLOW

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f1nalboys · 3 years

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Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized!

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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plutowrites · 3 years

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hie hun, im in love w your blog recently :) idk if your taking in requests but ill put out my idea here!! no pressure tho <33

so ive injured my left hand pretty bad lol ( im a lefty) and im having a pretty hard time doing normal shit 🙂 and i was just having these ideas about Levi helping out the reader to bath n wash their hair when they injured their hand like akrmxkakdk😩 ( i had to do it alone😭) and him being like mad about how clumsy they are ahskds-

tyyyy take care and have a nice day/night👸✨

Hi luvvv <3 first off i want to say i hope your hand has gotten better since the time you sent this ask! I sprained my dominant wrist pretty badly a couple of months ago and there were so many things I had trouble doing so this hit close to home LOL. I really enjoyed writing this one, ugh you know how much i adore writing for thee levi ackerman.

i hope you find some comfort out of this and again, pls feel better and take care of yourself x

By Heart. Levi Ackerman x Reader

contains: slight profanity (you can thank Levi for that), fluff, Levi taking care of reader and being adorable

wc: 1.4k

note: sigh. levi ackerman. that’s all i wanted to add.

When you hear the door quietly creak open in typical (stealthy) Levi fashion, you quickly jam your left hand in your pocket, foolishly. The pain you’ve been successfully managing returns with a vengeance, shooting all the way from the tips of your fingertips to your wrist which is a feeling that’s new for you. Great.

You’ve been waiting the past thirty minutes for Levi to return so he wouldn’t catch you with the poorly wrapped bandage around your hand and wrist. Your plan was to hide your injury as best you could by means of keeping it in whatever pocket you could stick it into.

And, most importantly, without looking suspicious in the process.

“Welcome home.” You beam at him as he enters through the door. Levi loosens his tie with one hand and places his briefcase down with the other. Afterwards, he raises his eyebrows at you, noting the way you didn’t immediately come to hug him and plant the scheduled barbaric, sloppy kiss on his cheek he claims to despise so much but actually loves and looks forward to.

“How was your day?” He eventually asks casually, walking over to you slowly as if to give you time to drop the act and run straight into his arms like you usually do.

You're awkwardly leaning on the edge of the dining table, both hands in the pockets of your sweater. You know you look super shady but you don’t know how to not look shady given the very shady circumstances.

While you’re thinking of what to say and do next, Levi is drinking you in the entire time; his blue-grey eyes slowly moving from one square inch of you to the next.

“Good,” You exhale, nervously, certain that he already knows what’s up. “Missed you.” You smile at him and he returns a smaller, tired one right back.

“If you missed me then show me, hm.” Levi tugs on the hem of your sweater and the force pulls you closer towards him. You keep your hurt hand where it is but take the other one out to wrap around his neck. You breathe in his scent. “Oi, what’s up with you?” He mutters in your ear in that low voice of his.

You stay in his arms. “Nothing. Why?”

“Where does it hurt?” He tries to pull away to investigate but you don’t let him leave your embrace. You want to stay like this just a little longer, though you know very well that you can’t continue your little facade, you’ve been caught and it’s time to come clean.

“Mm, my left hand is acting weird. It’s fine I think, I probably need to rest it.” And definitely see a doctor but you don’t add that part.

“Y/n,” Levi begins but you interrupt him, sighing loudly.

“Ugh. How’d you know something was up?”

He clicks his tongue, disappointed in the fact that you even dared tried to hide this from him. “Because I know you. I know what you’re like when you’re in pain,” He says, holding out his hand for you to place yours into. “Show me now, please.” You reluctantly pull your limp hand for him to inspect and inspect is exactly what he does. Levi is sure to be extra gentle when pulling off the bandage but when you wince from a sudden jolt of searing, white-hot pain, he inhales through gritted teeth. “This happened today, I’m assuming.”

“Yes.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes.”

“Bathed?”

You hesitate. You did take a shower earlier but you weren’t able to wash your hair, not properly at least. You whooped and hollered trying to get the shampoo out of the bottle and when you finally got a decent amount of product out after a tedious go at it, you couldn’t bend your fingers hard enough to lather your hair and really get into the roots. You gave up the battle shortly after, making a note to do it another time when you weren’t in intense and excruciating pain. “I wasn’t able to wash my hair.” You admit cautiously.

Levi makes a noise. “And you couldn’t wait for me to come home?”

“I knew you’d be tired and I didn’t want to bother you ab-”

He lets out a disapproving grunt, cutting you off. “Meet me in the bathroom after I get changed out of these clothes.”

———

You’re on your knees, bent over the edge of the bathtub with your hair dangling over the side of it. Levi had already gently placed a clean towel around your neck to keep the rest of you from getting wet. You can feel the heat radiating off his body as he leans over you to detach the removable shower head, he turns it on but you don’t immediately feel the rush of water gush over your hair. “You changed your mind, Levi?” You tease.

“Making sure the water isn’t too cold but if you keep talking I won’t be so considerate.” He teases back. His free hand snakes around your neck to make sure you don’t move around and splash the both of you.

The bathroom falls silent as the only sounds in the room come from the running water. The feeling of it hitting your head mixed with the pressure of Levi’s fingers massaging your scalp makes you hum in pleasure. “You’re good at this.”

“Don’t act so surprised.” You can hear the tiny smile in his voice. A cold dollop of shampoo hits the top of your head and the yummy strawberry smell wafts into your nose. His fingers start to work and lather the shampoo into your scalp which sends shivers down your spine. You’re so relaxed you feel your eyes begin to slowly flutter shut when Levi's voice jolts you back awake.

“Hey you.”

You know what that tone means. You know what’s coming. “Babe, I know. I was clumsy.”

“You were more than just clumsy. How can I trust you to not get yourself hurt when I’m not with you?” Concern laces his usually calm and collected voice. “And to f—cking hide it from me too. Unbelievable,” His words cut harsh but his hands remain gentle on you. He rinses out the shampoo in your hair with great attention to detail, making sure to get every spot. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You sigh loudly, “I didn’t want you to worry more about me than you already do. You worry so much as it is and I hate it. I’m okay— my hand will heal and I’ll be okay. You should—”

“Don’t.” He cuts you off impatiently, turning off the stream of water. “Don’t make it seem like caring about you is a chore. It’s f—cking not.” Levi lifts your chin up slowly and wraps a new towel around your head, draping it around you so your face isn’t covered by it. “I know I don’t say it as often as I should and that’s on me but I love you, okay? So wanting to take care of you isn’t a stretch by any means. It comes naturally to me, actually.”

All you could do is nod your head in response—an overwhelming feeling of pure love for the dark haired man bent over you, washing your hair in the tiny bathroom you two share, completely drowns you. He could figure out all your secrets in the dark; he knows you by heart.

With Levi, you would always have a constant, unwavering love in your life and for that you couldn’t be more grateful.

———

After some time and your hair now semi-dry with Levi’s help, you finally find your voice and say, “It’s hard letting someone take care of me. I dunno why, it just is,” You shrug.

Levi’s eyes soften in your direction, he nods his head once to show you he understands. He knows out of everyone what that feels like, probably the most even. He carefully leans over to press a tender kiss to your exposed forehead, sneaking his hand to caress your cheek in the process. “Let’s get you into bed, hm?” His fingers linger where they are. “Let that shitty hand of yours rest.”

“Carry me.”

Levi lets out a snort before responding, “Something wrong with your legs too? You’re f—cking bold.” But in one swift motion, he sweeps you off the bathroom floor and carries you with ease, in his arms, bridal style. You let out a yelp from the suddenness before erupting into a fit of giggles against his chest. Once reaching the bedroom, Levi gently places you on your side of the bed.

Kneeling down so that his face was a mere few inches away from yours, he pulls you in even closer with his warm hand on your neck. You feel his minty breath on your lips. You can tell he wants to say something but nothing comes out; he closes his eyes forcefully shut out of frustration.

“You love me, I know,” You press your forehead against his and whisper, “You don’t have to say it.”

And with that, he kisses you.

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jcwriting · 3 years

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There’s A First Time For Everything

summary ↬ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

pairing ↬ idol!namjoon x reader

genre ↬ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationship

word count ↬ 2.8k

warnings ↬ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh

authors note ↬ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoon’s thighs. pls let me know what you think!

also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

Namjoon choked on the swig of water he had just taken. The two of you were watching TV. Actually, Namjoon was watching TV. You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table with your laptop out to answer some work emails. But, you were distracted. Specifically by Namjoon’s shorts. More specifically, Namjoon’s thighs in said shorts. The smooth golden skin was begging for your lips and your fingers itched to scratch your nails down to his knees. Then, your eyes naturally glided further up to the apex of his thighs. Where you knew his cock was resting. Again, just begging to be in your mouth. The thought of your jaw and throat aching while he lost it above you consumed your mind. All hope was lost then.

“You…um. Sorry. You want to do that?”

You cocked your head to the side. “Uh, yeah. Wait, did you want me to ask? I’ll ask. Can I give you a blowjob? Please?”

Namjoon chuckled. “No, no. You don’t have to ask. It’s just, y’know, are you sure?”

“Yes,” you said slowly. What was he not getting? “Do you not want one?”

“No! No, oh my god. I want that. I definitely want that. That’s not the issue.”

“Then, what is?”

Namjoon blew out a breath that fluttered the hair that rested on his forehead. He cupped the back of his neck and rubbed awkwardly. “I’ve never had someone do that to me before. So-”

“What?” You would have been less shocked if he had told you that he was a closeted furry. The two of you had only been dating for about a month so the in-depth what things did your ex do in bed conversation hadn’t been fully fleshed out yet. You knew he had lost his virginity to his previous girlfriend and they had had a healthy sex life, so you had just assumed that him receiving oral was part of that. Yet…this man, this absolute Adonis of a man had never gotten his cock sucked? It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard in your life. “Hold on. You had a girlfriend before me, right? She didn’t go down on you? Ever?”

Namjoon looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole but you barely noticed. You were too busy experiencing the shock of your fucking life. “I did. But she - uh, no. She didn’t want to and I didn’t want to pressure her.”

Your heart melted a little before you shut your laptop. Healthy sex life your ass. You were sucking this mans dick and that was final. “I’m going to give you a blowjob, Namjoon. Right now.” You turned to him and began crawling forward. His eyes flew to your ass that swayed in the air and he audibly swallowed. “If you don’t want me to then you need to tell me within the next thirty seconds.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered and spread his legs a little wider. You were salivating. “Yes. As long as you’re sure-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a heavy groan as your hands slid up his thighs. Finally, you smiled to yourself as you bent your fingers and allowed your nails to dig into the meat of his inner thigh.

“I have a thing for your thighs,” you murmured. “Never realized I had a thigh kink until I met you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to ride your thighs. Will you let me?”

“God, yes.” Namjoon went to reach for your arms but you batted his hands away. This wasn’t about you right now. This was about him. You reached for your hair and quickly pulled it into a sloppy bun. His eyes followed your movements and you didn’t miss how the bulge in his shorts twitched.

“I need you to tell me if I do something that you don’t like, okay? I want to make you feel good. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. If you like something, let me know. If not, then definitely let me know.” Namjoon nodded feverishly. His eyes were almost black and his chest was straining against his white top. You smirked to yourself. This was going to be fun.

Bending down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his thigh. Your mouth dragged along his skin and you relished in the way he quivered beneath you. Following the seam of his leg before doing the same on the other. Nails pressed little crescent moons into his flesh before your thumbs smoothed over the marks. Your nose lifted the loose material of his shorts up to his hips and skimmed the exposed areas as your tongue reached out to flick the little freckle that found a home on his hip before you set your sights on his dick that was straining for you. Lips that had previously kissed his skin now moved to the fabric that jailed his heavy cock. Sitting back, your thumb traced the underside of his dick softly before you barely brushed over the head. The cotton dragged against your finger and Namjoon huffed loudly before lifting his hips further into your touch.

“Don’t tease.” Namjoon’s voice had lowered a few octaves and the deep tone had you clenching your thighs. His hands fisted the pillows next to him and you could feel the restraint he was exacting on himself through the trembling of his muscles.

“I’m not,” you promised. “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. Swear to God.”

Unable to keep the smile off your face, you nodded and reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and helped you shove the material to his ankles. That was when you realized two things.

One, he was right. His cock laid thick and proud on his stomach and was weeping for you. He was of average length but his girth let you know that were going to struggle to fit him in your mouth. The thought only made you shiver in delight. A phantom pain panged in your gut when you took in the slight curve of the head, knowing it was going to hit everything you needed.

Second, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You never thought dicks were pretty. In fact, you were pretty resolute on that thought. Most likely due to the disgusting amount of unsolicited dick pics you had received in your life. But, Namjoon’s? You wanted to take a picture, frame it and admire it whenever you wanted to. The skin that stretched around his width was a shade darker than the rest of him and his cock head, a pretty red color, made you want to see how far down you could get the flush to go.

You wrapped your hand around his length and twisted up. Namjoon’s back arched off the couch and a string of curses fell off of his lips. Your thumb collected the glistening pre-cum on his tip and used it to smooth your palm over him.

“I normally don’t say this,” you said as you became infatuated with the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, “but if you want to send me a dick pic, I definitely won’t complain. Like, ever.”

“B-baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back when your thumb pressed against the delicate skin that resided under the his mushroom tip.

You giggled lightly. “So sensitive. I’ve barely even started.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t give him a chance. You licked the vein that had caught your eye earlier and followed it to the top before enveloping the head of him into the heat of your mouth. You relished the broken groan that he let out. Several kitten licks were placed on his weeping slit before taking him deeper. You worked slowly, gauging his reaction as you took him further. He responded well, panting and moaning in encouragement, head still thrown back against the couch.

“You can look at me, you know,” you reminded him as he popped out of your mouth. Kisses were mouthed over the soft skin that was wrapped around the steel of his erection. Your hand used your spit as lube to tug him harder.

“Can’t,” Namjoon gasped. “Gonna blow my load if I watch you.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Not yet,” he whined. “I don’t want this to be over.”

You pinched his hip until he met your gaze, offering him a sweet smile. “This isn’t going to be the last time I get on my knees for you, baby.” You held his wide-eyed stare as you took him back into your mouth. Ignoring how his hands seemed to flutter around you, unsure of what to touch, you focused on sliding him further into your mouth. Then, you sucked hard, using your tongue to lave at the warm skin.

Namjoon lost it above you. He released a strangled moan that caused your core to absolutely gush. One hand finally tangled into your hair and the other gripped your shoulder with warning, which you ignored. You merely sucked and pulled harder. Namjoon’s hips flexed, causing the tip of him to slam into the back of your throat. Not expecting it, you couldn’t help but cough around him as your eyes watered.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.” Namjoon used the hand on your shoulder to yank you off. His thumbs wiped at the tears that trickled down your cheeks, the concern etched across his face made you feel warm inside. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I am, promise,” you assured him. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nodded while pushing back some of your hair that had escaped your sloppy up-do. You gently removed his hands before looking down at his length that was still clutched in yours. As much as he had shocked you, the thought of him fucking your face was not something you shied away from. Really, it was exactly what you wanted. But you needed to prep a bit first.

When you took him back in your mouth, you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you slowly worked yourself further down until your nose was pressed into the base of him. Spit trickled out of your mouth and over his balls as you pulled back. You did this a few more times, working past your gag reflex and allowing your throat to get used to the intrusion.

Namjoon was anything but quiet as you deep throated him. It was honestly the sexiest thing you had ever heard. While your past lovers hadn’t necessarily been quiet, the praises Namjoon kept raining on you and the beautiful noises he made were music to your ears. Your body certainly agreed. Your cunt ached to be filled and the fabric of your panties was soaked through. But, you ignored your needs and focused on the panting man before you.

“Okay,” you nodded as you popped him out of your mouth. “I’m ready.”

It took Namjoon’s brain a few seconds to process what you said. He shifted restlessly on the couch cushions as you ran your hands over his thighs. “Huh? W-what did you say?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck my face.”

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you with an open mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” You stared at him while purring the words that was his undoing. Namjoon’s eyes got impossibly darker as his chest expanded with a sharp intake of breath. He spread his legs wider and gently held the back of your head as he guided you down his shaft. You held eye contact with him as he cautiously raised his hips to meet your lips. Once he saw no signs of distress from you, he began thrusting more consistently as you bobbed your head to match his rhythm.

His steady movements didn’t last long but it didn’t bother you. You were more than happy to take over for him. Like you said, this wasn’t going to be the last time you worshipped his cock. The two of you had plenty of time to figure things out. Plus, knowing how much you clearly affected him gave you all the motivation you needed.

Your throat began to tense up again so you focused your attentions on his sensitive head and let your hands twist up to your mouth and back down. The sounds of your palm gliding along his slick skin and your lips sucking tightly filled the spacious living room. They were nearly drowned out by Namjoon, though.

“Baby, oh f-fuck…shit,” he keened loud and hard when your other hand moved to brush over his swollen balls. You cupped them gently and rolled them between your fingers. Even as he was practically thrashing against you, hips thrusting in an aimless rhythm, the hand he had originally placed on the back of your head remained there. He applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace, but it also seemed to ground him. To remind him that this wasn’t a dream.

“M’gonna cum. Baby…baby, I’m gonna cum. Soon, oh God,” he babbled. You appreciated the warning but you didn’t need it. He was twitching wildly in your mouth and your tongue was coated with the salty essence of his pre-cum. In response, you ran your index finger on that sensitive spot behind his balls and that’s when Namjoon exploded.

Thick ropes of white shot down your throat, causing you to almost gag. Instead, you swallowed past the reflex and took as much as you could. By the fourth stream, a bit had managed to slip past the suction of your mouth and dribble down his cock. You were quick to clean up, licking at the mess the both of you had made before returning to his tip. You suckled the sensitive head until Namjoon practically shoved you away from him.

When you looked up you were met with a glorious sight. Namjoon was completely fucked out, twitching against the couch and his broad chest heaving for air. Sweat beaded his sharp jaw line and trickled down the column of his throat. His face was tilted towards the ceiling and his hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. He looked completely ruined and entirely yours.

“Was that good?” You asked softly as you rose to your feet, ignoring the sharp ache in your knees. Namjoon made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat that you took as a resounding yes. He cracked his eyes open and looked at you with such adoration you couldn’t help but blush.

“Really?” He murmured. “Don’t get shy on me now. You can’t just suck the life out of me one second and then start blushing like a school girl immediately after.”

“It’s called duality,” you muttered as your cheeks flushed darker. Namjoon snorted and reached for you, pulling you onto his lap. His spent cock nestled between your thighs and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the simmering heat through the fabric of your shorts.

“I need five minutes. Then, I swear to God, I’m going to eat you out like you deserve.”

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t a quid pro quo situation. I gave you a blowjob because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s either you give me five minutes so that I can eat you out or ten minutes so I can fuck you into next week. You decide.”

His determination brought a smile to your face until you took in the purple bags under his eyes and how his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. “How about a nap first, hm? I’ll decide after you get some sleep.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest but you kissed him instead. His argument clearly wasn’t that strong because when you pulled away he was nodding in resignation. You helped him pull up his shorts and squealed when he lifted you up into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you let him carry you into the bedroom and wrap the both of you up in the comforter. You hadn’t planned on sleeping with him, wanting to get more work done while he slept. But the faint scent of his aftershave and the soft way he caressed your spine could lull an insomniac to sleep. Who were you to refuse?

“Wake me up when you decide,” Namjoon whispered into your hair. You nodded against his chest, and within minutes the two of you slipped into a deep slumber. Happy and content.

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It’s Only Quidditch ✧ Draco x Slytherin!Reader

Request: can i please request you and draco being in slytherin and dating for a while and you two are on the quidditch team with him so maybe you two are in a match together but you get hurt and he gets worried and has to win the game and visits you after and maybe even wrecks the person who hurt you hehe just fluff and angst

AU AROUND 6TH YEAR NO VOLDY

Warnings: angry!draco, vengeful!draco, VIOLENCE, kinda graphic details like blood and injuries, lil bit of angst

Words: 3.9K (love making these long for no reason)

A/N: ANGRY DRACO IS SO HOT IM SORRY WOW BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOOOD PLEASE ENJOY MY MADE UP CHARACTER AND MY SUPER LONG QUIDDITCH GAME THAT CONFUSED ME AFTER A WHILE OF TRYING TO WRITE LMAO and i made gif :)

November had begun and with it came the new season of quidditch at Hogwarts along with very poor weather and over-bundling nerves. Tensions had always gotten high around this time of the year amongst the teams and all animosity between the house’s respective players was on the forefront as the competition was building. It was like clockwork every year; captain’s starting strenuous training schedules, begging Snape to help book the stadium even if it was already occupied, spying on other teams to figure out their strengths and weaknesses. Not to mention the arguments that would happen regularly in between the first couple of games when you and your teammates would be accused of cheating or using dangerous and illegal moves. Which did happen to be true most of the time.

It was safe to say that it was the most eventful time of the year, and as suffocating as it sometimes got - you looked forward to it every time the new term started. It was in quidditch that you found yourself feeling the freest in, zipping around the stadium in a flash of green with the wind blowing through your hair and crisp autumn air biting at your cheeks. But most notably, it was in quidditch that you met Draco Malfoy and had quickly evolved from teammates to friends, to him now being your boyfriend.

You made Slytherin’s team your second year as a Chaser, a shiny new broom being given to you on the first day of scheduled training when Lucius Malfoy had made a generous donation that came along with a new platinum blond seeker. With the two of you being the latest additions to the teams, your captain, Marcus Flint, had decided to leave the dirty work for the two of you to do in the downtime every one else was able to enjoy. Marcus never changed that as the years went on.

So you and Draco would be sent off to other teams’ practices nearly every other day or week, depending on how secure Flint was feeling, both of you huddling closely together for sometimes hours behind the thick wooden benches as you watched and studied tactics with conversations in between. You would joke around a lot and call him your partner in crime which he would always roll his eyes to and make a snide and playful comment about even if he secretly loved hearing it. And the two of you stayed partners in crime for a while, neither of you ever making any move towards the other besides lingering touches and longing looks, and very rarely, a shy compliment.

It wasn’t until last year when you were hiding behind the bleachers, bored out of your mind watching Ravenclaw have a flawless run through around the stadium when you were graced with the dumbest idea.

“They’re playing good today,” you drawled out, “too good that it’s boring.”

“You reckon they studied so hard and found the key to quidditch?” He snickered as he played around with a pebble on the ground with his wand.

“We should help them out,” you suggested as Draco turned to raise a puzzled eyebrow at you. “Prepare them for the unexpected, nothing too crazy.”

You took out your wand from your pocket and pointed it towards one of their Beaters that was sitting idly by on their broom, a faint “confundus” leaving your lips that caused the broom to jerk swiftly to the side and nearly topple over its rider.

“You’re a genius,” Draco laughed quietly, repositioning himself so that he was right beside you with his wand directed out into the field. He spotted one of the bludgers flying towards the same Beater and instead of colliding with the bat, he used a charm to direct it into the back of their broom and then doubled it back around to try and hit one of the passing by Chaser’s that moved at the very last minute.

You were a giggling mess, gripping tightly onto Draco’s arm as you watched everyone begin to look around wildly for the wild bludger with panicked expressions. What either of you didn’t realize in the middle of your joyed hysterics and Draco’s smugness for causing the angelic sounds, was that the bludger was flying idly still in front of the bleacher’s as his wand was still trained on it without moving it around anymore, his focus completely gone and concentrated on you.

It wasn’t until you heard someone yell out a, “Is that Malfoy and Y/L/N back there again?!” That made you get up with a sudden jolt, grabbing onto your accomplice’s hand as you ran towards the set of stairs that descended out of the stands. All you heard was distant angry insults and threats quickly fading out of ear-shot while you ran, laughing uncontrollably alongside Draco with his hand still tightly gripped in yours.

When you finally reached the entrance of the empty courtyard of the castle with flustered cheeks and wheezing chuckles, you looked down at your joined hands at the same time he did and after a few seconds of realization and lingering adrenaline, you quickly moved into each other with a yearning kiss that changed everything from that day forward.

Draco stood beside you while you sat on a bench outside the locker room, your head resting lazily on the side of his leg while his fingers carded soothingly through your hair. Marcus was pacing in front of you, using his broom as a walking and pointing stick whenever he wanted to add any calculated words to his very hostile pep-talks that left everyone feeling more irritated and stressed.

Today was the last game of the season and the most important, it was the game that ended the season with a shimmering Inter-House Quidditch Cup and it just so happened to be against Gryffindor, making the stakes much higher than they already were. The matches against Gryffindor were by far, the most dangerous as they weren't afraid to play roughly either if push came to shove. The determination to beat each other and to win was critical on both sides and the day always ended with some sort of injuries.

“I don’t care how dirty we have to play today,” Flint fumed to the team, “I don’t care how many fouls we get, as long as we win.”

“Relax, Flint,” you sighed deeply. “We have the best players on our team and we’ve been working our arses off all season, we’ll be fine.”

“Still, I want to see blood out there,” he muttered back, walking towards the entrance of the field as Madam Hooch started calling your team out to start.

You stood up with a huff, Draco frowning when he noticed how tense you looked when your eyes worriedly met his.

“All right, love?”

“I'm just nervous,” you shrug, “I don’t want to mess up.”

The silver-haired boy moved to stand in front of you, placing two strong hands on either side of your arms to stand you in place so that he would be the only thing your wandering eyes were able to focus on.

“You are the best Chaser that Slytherin has ever had, no, that Hogwarts has ever had and I know for a fact you’re going to do amazing out there,” he cups your face with care, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face as he spoke. “You’ve got this.”

He pressed an encouraging kiss onto your forehead and then your lips, smiling at you supportively before taking your hand and hurriedly walking the two of you out into the field where the match was about to start.

Almost the whole school had shown up in an overcrowded sea of red and gold for Gryffindor. There were red sparks and small fireworks of lions that were charmed to roar when the animal would open its mouth. On one end of the stands, however, was the entire student body of Slytherin that was throwing green and silver ribbons and sparklers from their wands, yelling loudly in support as if their life depended on it. Over the rails, they had thrown down a large poster of a snake that moved around sleekly over large green words that read, “SLYTHERIN FOR THE WIN.”

Rain was lightly drizzling from the grayed dense clouds above, a sharp chill in the air from an approaching winter that always seemed to give the worst weather during the last couple of games of the year. You didn’t mind it since the cold had always felt nice against your sweaty skin during the game and it served like a small revitalizing shock that gave you a surge of energy to push forward with.

Madam Hooch quickly went over the rules, set free the bludgers, and the snitch, forced the two captains, Wood and Flint, to shake hands and by the time she had counted down from three to one - brooms were soared into the sky with such speed it looked like a tornado had formed as she threw the quaffle up into the air.

A roar of cheers erupted from beside you as you got ahold of the quaffle, dashing past your House while you headed straight towards the Gryffindor’s goal post and managed to make the first shot in within the first five minutes of the game putting you at 10-0. You spotted Draco flying around above, smiling down brightly at you with triumph that only fueled your confidence as you darted forward to catch the ball again. You were, just as Draco had said, the best Chaser on the team and in all of the school. You were fast, agile, and smart when it came down to it and you were the reason why your team had easily wracked up 40 points with thirty minutes down in the match. Marcus was always trailing behind you with focus, shoving anyone who tried to get to you or pulling them back by their robes that landed Slytherin a couple of fouls throughout.

You didn’t like to play dirty, but when Katie Bell had rammed into your side either accidentally or on purpose, it knocked the quaffle out of your hands and into one of their other Chaser’s, Rowan Rees, a muscular and tall seventh-year boy that had made the team that same year. With Katie still closely trying to cut you off, you veered sharply into her with your shoulder before breaking away from her and heading towards your goal post where they were trying to shoot.

“ILLEGAL PUSHING FROM Y/L/N, FOUL AGAINST SLYTHERIN!”

You rolled your eyes at the announcer, completely ignoring the boo’s that had filled the air as you whizzed past the other houses even though it was you who got hit first. Just as Rees had raised his arm to score, you flew over him, swooping your arm underneath your broom until you felt the quaffle back in your palm and ripped it from his grasp. The match was becoming more intense by the second, Gryffindor was promptly catching up in points because of the penalties they were awarded from the illegal moves your team was making and it left you feeling more pressured that it was nearly a tie now, Flint reminded you of that every chance he zoomed past you.

Unbeknownst to you, Draco was watching you cautiously from across the field most of the game when he noticed how close everyone was trying to get to you. You didn’t see the way you were almost tugged back multiple times or were missed by inches when someone was about to push you. Or how the Beaters were deliberately directing the bludgers in your direction. You also didn’t see how irked you had made Rees with your constant scoring and with the sporadic few times you had cut him off or almost bumped into him - but your boyfriend did, and he was much more focused on your safety now than the Golden Snitch he or Potter hasn’t spotted yet. Instead of searching for it, he was purposefully maneuvering himself around in front of the other Chasers to throw them off their focal point towards you so that you would have a clearer path to fly through.

He watched as you pulled your broom upwards to try and twist away from the area but Rees had reached out and pulled at your ankle, sending you out of your seat as the quaffle fell while you tried to rebalance yourself. That was all the encouragement the blond needed when he hurtled down into the mess, kicking at the back of Rees’ broom and sending him quickly spinning on a dive before he could try and move any further.

“FOUL AGAINST REES AND MALFOY FOR KICKING AND TUGGING!”

“MALFOY!” Flint roared as he flew past, “Potter’s spotted the snitch! This isn’t your place, get out of here, NOW!”

And when he looked up, sure enough, Harry was going around desperately with an arm outstretched towards the small glint of gold that was moving too fast.

“Go, I’m fine!” You shouted out to him when you flew back up with the ball back in your arms.

It was like slow motion when he forced himself to leave your surroundings, everything around him was moving fast and intensely with everyone screaming wildly that he couldn’t think straight. In a daze, he haphazardly sped towards Harry but noticed the panicked look on the seeker’s face when he had lost sight of it again which directed his attention right back to you. You were right in front of the Gryffindor goal post, arm stretched over your head and releasing the quaffle with a harsh throw.

“Y/L/N MAKES THE GOAL, TEAMS ARE AT A TIE-”

It wasn’t until the very last minute that everyone, including you, had realized the flash of red that came hurtling into your side at full speed, Rees colliding so loudly with you that it echoed around the stadium in a powerful clang and crack.

Draco watched in horror as you were thrown off your broom, your now unconscious body falling like a rag doll with a speed that sent his stress levels into overdrive. He had never pushed down on his broom so fast, immediately abandoning his spot to bolt towards you even as Marcus was screaming at him to not go.

A few feet above the ground and before you met it, he managed to loop his arm around your waist and heave you onto the front of his broom with a slight struggle as it was now raining hard and clouding his vision. He saw Madam Pomfrey and Mcgonagall rushing into the field, hands holding tightly onto their hats as they worriedly rushed towards the area where your broom had fallen and where Draco was hovering over with you.

“TEAMS ARE TAKING A 10 MINUTE TIME OUT!”

Marcus had flown down towards him, face twisted in fury and annoyance as he approached.

“Is there a reason you’re not being a seeker, today?” He spits, “because I’ve been seeing you do everything but your job.”

“My bloody girlfriend just got knocked out!” Draco seethed at him. “I’m not going back into the game, I’m going with her to the hospital wing.”

“Like hell you are,” Flint scowled, “if you leave, you'll forfeit us the game. If you stay and let Potter catch that Snitch so it’ll be over quicker, I will personally make sure that this is your last year on the team. You’re going to win this for us.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonagall called up to him, waving her arms hastily. “She needs to go to the infirmary, immediately!”

The two Slytherins were staring each other down aggressively as Draco contemplated the threat he was just given. There was nothing more he wanted to do than to throw a hex at Flint and leave with you, but he just swallowed thickly and nodded at him before descending towards the ground and letting you off carefully into the hands of Madam Pomfrey. A surge of fear ran through his body when he finally saw you clearly; a harsh red mark was making its way up to your neck, the corner of your bottom lip had split and doubled in size, there was a small scratch on your cheekbone. It made him feel queasy, but he tore his eyes away from you and hopped back onto his broom while glaring angrily at Marcus and the distant group of huddled Gryffindor’s.

He was blinded in rage when the match resumed and even more enraged when Flint had cheered loudly when the announcer granted Slytherin a penalty for the injury Rees gave you, allowing them basically to get a free score in against Gryffindor. Draco let his eyes wander around for the snitch for the first time that day and he could hear his heart thundering in his eardrums in distress as the rain continued to make his search worse. All he wanted was to get out of the game to check up on you, and then he'd come back to the stadium to throw his fists into Rees’ face with maybe a few hits in on Marcus.

Just as he was losing hope, he saw a flash of gold whiz past him with a loud buzzing that shocked him into alertness. He didn’t care that catching the snitch would win the game, or the cup, or give him all the glory, no - this was his ticket out. He dived towards it with his arm outstretched, hand thrashing around in the wind as he tried to eagerly catch it. In seconds, Harry was right beside him, bumping him with his shoulder to try and throw him off the path but Draco only pushed back harder. There was a flurry of shouting as everyone watched, the announcer was yelling into the mic about the seekers going head-to-head, bludgers were flying past him.

It was pure chaos and urgency, Draco could feel the fluttering of its wings beneath his palm and when Harry pushed into him one more time, he felt the coldness of the Snitch get trapped into his enclosed hand, the vibration of its wings sending a current of relief up his arm that spread throughout his whole body as he soared up into the sky while brandishing it to the schools’ painfully watchful eyes.

“MALFOY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, WINNING SLYTHERIN THIS YEAR’S INTER-HOUSE QUIDDITCH CUP!”

Draco hurriedly made his way down to the field where the rest of his house was pooling into, celebrating proudly and calling out for him to praise, but when he landed on the ground and was met with half of the Gryffindor team including Rowan Rees - all his wrath came flooding back into him.

Angelina, another Gryffindor Chaser, had nudged Rowan with her shoulder, pointing towards the Slytherin Prince that was stalking towards them.

“Malfoy,” Rees started bitterly, “sorry about the girlfriend, I was only trying to knock the quaffle out her hands.”

“After she had already thrown it?” He glowered, walking closer up to the boy that was beginning to straighten himself out and flex. “Looked a little personal seeing how she was dragging you through the dust the whole game.”

“Accidents happen, mate,” Rees shrugged, “it’s only quidditch, you won didn’t you? Maybe you should be thanking me for giving you that extra push to win the game.”

A clear line had been crossed and everyone who was listening knew it. But before Rowan could say anything to try and drag himself out of the hole he had just dug himself into, he was being tackled into the ground with Draco above him throwing punches wherever he could land them. There was loud hooting and laughing coming from the Slytherins that gathered around the fight, cheering loudly for their House superior.

Rees was thrashing around on the ground, trying frantically to throw off the extremely infuriated boy that was repeatedly pounding into his face with bloodied and bruised fists. Oliver Wood ran up to the sudden brawl, Fred and George following closely behind him as they all started trying to rip the fighting boy’s apart from each other. Oliver had gotten Draco off briefly, allowing Rees to try and get a hit in but it was dodged at the last second as the blond quickly leaped up to his feet. The fight immediately ended when a muddy shoe had collided with Rowan’s jaw and Draco stepped back satisfied with the damage he had done, roughly shrugging off the grip Oliver still had on his arm.

“It’s only quidditch, right?” He spat venomously from above the Gryffindor who was holding his now battered face in pain. “That’ll teach you from putting your hands on a woman too.”

“Mr. Malfoy!” Madam Hooch bellowed as she broke through the crowd in a frenzy. “50 points from Slytherin, go wait outside Professor Snape’s office for further punishment, go right now!”

Draco did go, and instantly, but he didn’t go down to the dungeons to hear about the lengthy detention that he knew he was going to get and the scolding for being reckless and stupid. His feet carried his sore body up the many stairs that led to the hospital wing, his pace picking up swiftly when he saw the large double doors of the infirmary ajar and he was able to hear a faint and familiar voice speaking indistinctly.

He threw open the doors, walking straight in as if he owned the place and ignored Pomfrey’s requests for him to leave as he made a beeline towards your hunched figure that was facing away from him.

“I need to see her,” he said to the nurse quickly when she stopped in front of him. “I’ll leave soon, please.”

At the sound of his voice, you hastily turned around in your spot to face him, a yelp escaping your lips for moving too quickly through your injuries. Pomfrey stepped out of the way with a sigh allowing Draco to jog over to you.

“I’m going to kill him,” he scowled when he reached you. You were wearing a sling, a deep purple and yellowed bruise quickly set itself over the side of your arm and the same cuts he saw from earlier were still scattered over your features. His fingers ghosted over your skin and he let out a deep shaky exhale of anxiousness before moving his thumb up to graze your cheek tenderly.

“What happened to you?” You asked quietly in shock when you noticed his mud-splattered clothes and tattered fists.

“Long story,” he drawled. “Don’t worry about me, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” you muttered with a slight shrug that made you whimper lightly. “Did we win?”

He nodded quietly, his eyes still scanning sadly over your face with a frown. “I swear, I’m going to kill him.”

“Only if I can help,” you sniggered faintly, trying to make light of the situation and succeeding in doing so when you saw he had cracked a small smile. With his hand still on your cheek, he bent down to press a firm kiss on the top of your hair and then warmly on the side of your mouth that wasn’t bleeding.

“I’ll just let you finish him off then,” he mulled amusingly when he pulled away.

“Finish him off?”

The doors of the hospital wing were thrown open again, a sea of red flowing inside as they carried in a pummeled Rowan with a busted lip, bloodied nose, black eye, and deeply bruised jaw. You looked briskly between Rees and Draco, both of them staring daggers at each other and it rapidly clicked in your mind why your boyfriend had looked like he just walked through a battlefield in your absence.

“Oh.”

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