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Pohatu liked the cold.
Pohatu liked the heat too, to some degree.
But he liked the cold better.
Pohatu didn't know if he liked him because he liked the cold, or if he liked the cold because he liked him.
It could have been both; he didn't know.
What Pohatu did know was that he very much did not like the dark.
It hadn't always been like that.
It hadn't always been that bad.
Pohatu could hardly remember much from before he had crashed on Okoto from the sky, but he was certain he hadn't always been so afraid of the dark. He was certain, at some point, to have liked it to some degree: to have gladly traversed it without fear or with greater purpose, and to have associated it at least in part with something friendly, someone nice.
But he could not remember that.
What he could remember was the pitch dark, and a trusted hand clamped around his own tight. Just Pohatu and him, in an endless abyss.
They had both been scared, of course. But they were together.
They would have made it through.
Then suddenly, after ages of wandering in the complete black, the hand had slipped away from Pohatu's grip, never to be found again; and he had cried out for him, over and over, telling him it wasn't the time for jokes like these, and that he thought he didn't like this kind of humor anyways. He had cried out a name he couldn't remember anymore until his voice had turned hoarse, and he had reached out everywhere in the darkness in the hopes of finding that cold palm again: nobody had ever answered.
When Pohatu had stopped calling for him, everything had been quiet.
Quiet, and not cold.
It had always been cold, while he was here.
Always a little bit cold, and it had comforted him.
But now it was only quiet.
Quiet, and not cold.
Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, had taken him.
Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, would have taken him too.
"What are you waiting for?" Tahu asked. Pohatu was standing at the entrance of the tunnel, turned towards the hole they'd fallen through instead of following Onua as he lumbered down their only way out. "Do you hear something? Someone following us?"
"Not yet. But I'm staying here," the Toa of Stone replied softly. "I'll cover your back. Keep threats from catching up to you."
"Alone?" his Earth brother's concerned question came from deeper into the darkness.
"You'd never make it like that," Gali argued: "We've managed to handle the obstacles in this city only by working together. Leaving you alone might turn into a death sentence."
"As it almost did for Lewa," Kopaka added. His piqued tone gained an indifferent shrug from the object of his disapproval.
Pohatu stood still: "I can handle it."
"You aren't scared of the dark, are you, now?" Lewa's voice creeped up on his shoulder like a Skull Spider; within it, he could hear a mischievous grin.
He turned around, growling: "Be quiet."
Had he had any less self control, the Toa of Jungle's laugh would have ended abruptly with a fist harder than stone against his teeth.
"He is!" the nimble fighter cackled, a palm over his mask's sockets as though he could not look at his brother without being overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation: "He truly is scared! Gloomy, fearless Pohatu is scared! This is too much!"
Nowhere near as amused as him, Gali hit him over the head with the blunt end of her trident and almost sent him sprawling on the ground. When she turned towards the Toa of Stone, her eyes told him very clearly that she was not going to entertain any more arguments on whether or not he would be left to hold the defense on his own: "Come along now."
"I said-" Pohatu tried, calling upon every ounce of his stubborness.
"And I said," she stopped him immediately - eroding his futile attempt at imposing himself over her will like a raging river smooths the rocks of its bed into inoffensive pebbles - "That, just to avoid the unsavory possibility of a large swarm of who-knows-what catching you alone here and your heroic sacrifice to keep them at bay leaving us one Toa short, you'll come along now."
Her tone left no room for rebuttals.
With a sigh that sounded more like a growl, her brother turned and followed Onua into the bowels of his element.
"Don't worry," he heard the kind giant reassure him quietly: "We'll keep you safe."
Pohatu would have snarled something much more incredibly nasty at him despite being somewhat aware of his good intentions if he hadn't been so focused on how quickly the light behind them was disappearing the more they walked, and by the time he properly processed the mortifyingly gentle words they were too far along for him to think of any sort of retort amidst his building panic.
It was dark.
Very, very dark.
Almost as dark as back then.
Almost as dark as where he'd lost the hold on that hand.
Pohatu hoped he wasn't heaving loud enough for the others to hear.
If he had turned to look around he would have seen the weak lights of their eyes only barely, not even bright enough to make out anything past the sockets of their masks; but if he had, his own eyes would have given away that he'd moved his head to look somewhere that wasn't simply ahead, and the others would have had no doubts in regards to just how nervous and uneasy he felt at that moment, and he had already decided he had been humiliated enough today to last him the rest of his lifetime, however long that would have been.
So he stared forward, into the dark emptiness that could have stolen him away without a trace at any moment, trying not to breathe too hard, so tense he could have snapped in half.
He needed to think of something else.
Something, anything else.
He thought of him.
Maybe he was here.
Somewhere in the dark.
Maybe, if Pohatu remembered his name and called for him now, loud enough, he would have finally answered.
Maybe he would have rushed over and grabbed his hand, chastising him - where in the name of Jxqx Krf were you? Did you want to scare me like that time in Hl-Txef, while we were looking for your Exr? If you were trying to make me grieve you in front of Qroxdx Lkbtx again, I'm going to freeze you into a cube - taking him away from all of this, away, somewhere cold and comforting and familiar, and Pohatu would have laughed bitterly despite himself and would have screamed that he hadn't let go, you left me there, alone and scared and in the dark, and maybe he would have yelled that everything had been changing so fast and he'd been all he'd had left that was still at least a little solid to hang onto and when he'd left him there he'd been terrified, and if he had changed it had been to be more like him, because nothing used to seem to hurt him and if he'd been anything closer to how cold and steady and rigid he had been then he would have had to survive somehow, no matter what, and then they would have argued more because they had both been so scared and worried, and then they would have made up and they would have gone out in the sun and Pohatu would have seen his face again and remembered him properly.
Maybe something could have pretended to be him.
Maybek, like that, it could have lured him away into the dark.
A horrible choked sound echoed weakly through the tunnel.
By the time the Toa had grouped tighter together against the unseen threat, Pohatu realized it had come from his own mouth.
He did not mention that.
They waited a moment, each with their backs to those of the others; then somebody (he could not tell who, he was too mortified) said: "Let's go," and they all moved again, walking closer to each other. Just in case.
Maybe it was for the better, in the end, because Pohatu inexplicably felt a little more at ease.
It could not be because he was sorrounded by people who cared for his well-being: at least as far as he told himself, he would have rather they'd left him alone back there, because the thought of being coddled like this when he was meant to be a mighty warrior was shaming him all the way down to his bones.
No, he realized with genuine surprise as he wracked his brain to figure this mystery out. It was not the numbers, or the unity; it was the temperature.
It was... Cold.
A gentle cold.
Emitted like one might emit warmth.
From somewhere at his side, near his arm.
Unconsciously, he leaned further into the chill until he softly bumped into a shoulder.
He waited.
Nothing happened.
No cold palm grabbing his hand.
No cold voice chastising him for running off.
Pohatu kept walking, limb brushing against the cold arm at every step, eyes never turning towards it, breathing a little more normally, feeling a little less panicked.
Kopaka had no idea why the Toa of Stone was suddenly so close to him, and he wasn't sure if asking would have gotten himself snarled at or simply knocked out; but through their contact he felt the other's shoulders mellow slightly, heard his footsteps turn a little less stiff as he exhaled softly in what seemed to be relief; so, as he leaned slightly against him without being shoved off, he decided that if his brother needed this at the moment he would not have dreamed of taking it away from him.
His power was a shield, after all, was it not?
And a shield needs not to be asked: it simply protects.
#bionicle#bionicle 2015#pohatu#tahu#onua#gali#lewa#kopaka#random writing#so ive been watching episodes of the 2015 webseries non stop. and im kind of in love with them#this could have been a genuinely interesting show if theyd given it Actual Time To Exist#BUT ANYWAYS. i read a post (prob crystaltoa's) abt how 2015 pohatu's batman-esque personality could fit a possible evolution of the charact#since he grows snappier as time goes by#and apparently! 2015 pohatu is scared of the dark.#which. considering ive spoiled for myself. that the last we read of both him and kopaka. is in a dark place.#my brain went Hm. Interesting.#and then spat out this#btw shoutout to 2015 gali who decided shes tired of being nice and shes gonna kick her brothers into unity if she fucking has to#and shoutout to 2015 lewa for the laidback bastard vibes#'so are you saying gen 2 is gen 1 but from the future and also only pohatu remembers gen 1' i Do Not Know what im sayin tbh#brain went ooooooo cool idea and ran off with it#but no the others prob also have mild recollections#ehhhhhh not too into the ending BUT i cant figure out how to make it better so Have It#forgot to mention: there is a cypher for the jumbled up words! you can understand them from context but if u want to try u can decode that
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jesus ive been reading this comic 4 like 5 yrs
heres some emilio doodles bc bc idk
emi; âoh tobias! u dont have 2 b flawless 2 b perfect!â
yes im thinking about that 1 panel where tobi was just like âTHATS A LIEâ
#IF U RECRONIZE ME FROM TT NO U DONT#emilo is not my favorite but he is the most interesting#imo..IMO!!!!!!!!!#also he was my 1st character i went POINT POINT OMG LIKE ME FR!! BUT NOT IN THE WAY UR THINKING#NOT IN THE AY UR THINKING ISTG#more of omg asian mother white father rhats so!#ugh whatever#so glad my father doesnt call me soybean#anyways emilio sparkle sparkle#wolfie u will always ahve my heart#ghost eyes webtoon#ghost eyes#emilio murkmere#puppee art#srs tho emilo is soo interesting 2 me#he makes me hmmm sm#i care sm about him but i also want him 2 fucking get stuck in a fence post#ESPECIALLY WHEN HE INTERACTS W/RUDY OH GOD ITS THE MOST LIKE *SHAKES HIM* Y R U LIKE THISSSS Y R U LIKE THIS?!!!!?#there was a period of time where i considered doing someosrt of ge x dc au thing & i had 2 shut it down bc theyre both 2 fucked up#jk i might stillâŚ.it will just need a lot of brain power which i dont have#if any1s reading this plspls ge moots i need u i dont go on tt rlly kshfkks#rip my acc the animatic animation things i made were fun kinda wanna make more but hm
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idk if it's genuine excitement or the energy drink i had earlier that's actually letting me focus and work but dude. i am CRUSHING this essay. this is Fun To Write. i think i'm actually doing a really good job here. wtf. i love my major man
#i am a LITTLE bit sad i cant do grad school bc like. im going to miss writing essays and researching and all once i graduate#i do genuinely like doing it. call me a nerd or whatever but i love it esp when its on smth fun and interesting like this#now im not sad enough to actually DO grad school lmao#unless i got offered a scholarship or smth idk. wont happen but. hm. if it did.#seriously tho. i would think more seriously abt it if it werent for my adhd. i just dont think its realistic for me#as much as i like my field i dont think i have the ability to focus well enough to complete the work id need to complete#i went to the meeting abt grad school i learned abt what it requires/why people do it and all. i just dont think i can do that#and bc i ultimately cant get diagnosed -> cannot get help/medication thats not going to improve any time soon#after years of learning how to adapt and work with my brain this is probably the best i can do without medical/institutional intervention#its not worth paying a shitload of money and possibly setting my career back by years only to fail out yk?#im not too torn up abt it. ill give it more thought if it becomes relevant but rn its not really on my radar#ive done an excellent job in school! im getting an honours degree (hopefully)! most people dont even get that far#a lot of people with my condition dont even get into university let alone graduate. im incredibly lucky to be able to do what i can#levi.txt#this is all over the place but takeaway is im having a good time! things are coming together i feel confident in my work#im gathering theorists and sources for the section on night of the living dead and having a blast#ive got my examples all lined up my arguments make sense in my head i know where to look for applicable theories etc etc#i just need supporting quotes and im working on that rn!! it hasnt even been that hard#ok. back to work. i need to harness the power of caffeine once more (made my brain quiet) (no longer full of bees) (im in charge)
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#feelin weird. feelin real weird. in a bad way? no i guess not but more like im a haha wtf is happening here?#like i should maybe track my mood just so i can be like wtf is this? more bc i think its interesting#bc like i mean im spending ~11hrs in the lab and the stress has been real high and ive not been sleeping well#but like currently? i feel like i wanna run a mile. like i wanna run around in circles and scream and laugh until i cry#too much energy. too much energy. but y? where is it coming from? its weird#its like the edge of a headache. the cusp of turning. it doesn't quite feel bad yet but like i woke up at 4#and was insane until 6 when i had to get up and then i was in the lab all day until 6.30#and immediately i went for a run like empty stomach. i need to run now. and i still feel like that. like i need to run and run and run#but like y am i not exhausted? im not even tired? im vibrating#i watched the new successi0n episode twice and im losing my mind abt it#so its weird and i dont understand. but its not bad. it feels out of control like it feels fucked up but im not being like irradic#like if i was standing beside someone i dont think theyd notice. except maybe my sister bc i think if i talked id be noticeable#energetic. idk maybe im just exhausted and brain is pumping me with stress hormones so i csnt stop but i also csnt feel it#but i suspect its something to do with estrogen and progesterone levels changing which isnt great bc ive got a cycle that borders being#concerningly short but like idk rn its fun. im sure itll break and ill split apart but rn everything feels hilarious#its also weird bc im always like: y do i have so much energy after i dont sleep? is not sleeping thr answer. and today i was like hm#maybe i cant sleep bc i have too much energy. hm. idk its not bad. it doesn't feel bad#it just feels interesting and notable so im noting it. weird stuff. hopefully it pulls me thru tomorrow#bc my back fucking hurts lmao and its monday so ppl r back in the lab as i stand around for 11 hours#unrelated
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Of course, when I go back to sleep and don't end up waking up for FP2, that big crash happens with Oscar and Danny
#hope everyones okay!!!!!!!#my alarm went off and my brain went 'hm no.'#and then my dad just came in my room while im half asleep to catch me up on fp2 djfklg#did anything else big happen?#im glad to see lance got to get some running in!#again i need to remind myself that FPs arent usually representive#actually during fp1 i was watching the main feed and then also fernando's cam#its very interesting and helpful once you get thay super individual context#its a shame i cant be that detailed with every driver#bcs i feel like you watch and you see things happen like a driver lower that youd like#and youre like wtf is going on! is he bad???#but then if you watch the driver cam theres def some other reason why#but it sucks when you miss a session as a whole bcs then you just have zero context#catie.rambling.txt
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assigning me homework is cruel and unusual, actually
#my brain is fucked. literally why are u making me do this shit. its fucking ridiculous#complain complain whine complain#whine whine bitch moan complain whine#scream. tear hair out. consider running away to the mountains#realise im already in the mountains and i still have to do this shit#grrrRRAAAGH.#the assignment is to read 30 pages of our textbook and take notes in an Atrocious & Exceedingly Specific Format that my brain DOES NOT LIKE#it does not FUCKING COMPUTE. and its making me so frustrated that i cant even READ anymore#after exactly One Hour of reading my entire brain went NOPE WE'RE DONE HERE and now its been TWO hours#the whole point is so we have a ~reference book~ to look back at in the future when it may be relevant! but what that Actually means is#YOUR HOMEWORK IS TO REWRITE THE TEXTBOOKAND MAKE YOUR OWN â¨ď¸EMOTIONAL CONNECTIONSâ¨ď¸ TO THE TOPICS COVERED#sir. if i told u the â¨ď¸emotional connectionsâ¨ď¸ i am making to this textbook#my mother would tackle me to wash my mouth out with soap. ''respectfully.''#the professor (derogatory)((<-the guy teaching isnt even technically a professor)) didnt even make up this assignment or the curriculum#he just got the job bc all of the other ACTUAL department faculty refused. bc this sucks ass.#he talks FOREVER abt some tangent & THEN is like 'hm. so we dont have time for the things i planned to do in class today. what do we do.'#WHY SHOULD WE KNOW. THATS YOUR JOB#and i like him (sort of.)((i at least want to be decent to him yanno?)) but this is fucking insane. i hate it here#id be so on board to read this textbook and learn this shit if i didnt have to take those GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING NASTY-ASS NOTES. FUCK.#this shit is legitimately so interesting to me!! but knowing i have to do ALL THAT??#makes my brain book it out the back of my skull like a fucking looney-toons skit. makes it go kablooey. leaves no trace but a dust cloud#thinking abt this assignment has been making my attention span so skittery that i havent been able to work on my OTHER homework Either#ugh. whatever#ill get over it & finish eventually. i just. the textbook is ALREADY oversimplifying so much#so im sitting here highlighting nearly fucking EVERYTHING. and then cant figure out what to actually take down as nOtEs#30 pages. of which im supposed to distill ''the 4-5 most important pieces of information from each page''#meaning my shit in ~column a~ should have. AT L E A S T. 120 FUCKING BULLET POINTS???#and THEN. im supposed to put an equivalent amount of â¨ď¸personal connectionsâ¨ď¸ in ~column FUCKING b~#fuck me ig. fuck.#bee speaks
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Showerhead 2 | mattheo riddle
pt. 2 â you can find pt. 1 here
summary: after you and mattheo had some fun in the shower, you two canât stop thinking about each other and that night. But who gives in first to sin again after a little jealousy?
words: 5,1k
warnings: heavy dirty talk again, cursing, making out, dry humping, teasing, controlling, praising, bj, unprotected p in v, shower, swallowing, legilimency (mind reading),
note: you donât have to read part 1 for this part but have fun if you want to
â in the great hall â
After that night in the shower 2 weeks ago, I couldnât stop thinking about it. I dreamed about it in my sleep, daydreamed about it in class and lunch while Hermione talked about some book we needed to read to understand everything in potions.
I hated it but everytime we crossed paths, he winked at me and I couldn't help myself but start blushing. As soon as I saw his face, I saw it between my legs.
"Y/n? Are you even listening?" Hermione says and shakes me a litte at my shoulder. "What? Yeah yeah of course, I'm gonna read it." They all look at each other before their eyes are on me again. "We were actually talking about how Cormac seems to have quite interest in you." Harry then continues.
I start laughing loud, looking at them as If each of them has 3 heads." What the hell are you talking about?" "Told ya she's not listening.." Ron says, raising his eyebrows as he bites into his toast.
"I thought heâs interested in Hermione?" I ask as my laughter calms down a bit. "Harry heard him talking about how he would - well.. do certain things to you." My amused face turns into a disgusting one as I hear what Ron says.
"Yeah and guess whoâs got an invention to Slughornâs dinner?" Hermione says with raised eyebrows.
Ron looks at her shoked. "What?? That prick got one and I didnât?"
"Oh god no.." a few days ago Harry, Hermione and myself got an invention to tonights Slughornâs dinner for his favorite students. ".. but wait, how do you know whoâs coming?" I ask her. "I just asked him after the last lesson of potions. Itâs Neville, Ginny, Blaise Zabini, Mattheo Riddle, Corma â" "Mattheo Riddle?" I ask her shocked, looking at her with wide eyes.
I would see him again? Like.. this close and with people around us? My mind is racing as Hermione answers. "Yeah well, you know heâs really smart and good in potions." "And he has an interest in special students and Mattheo is.. well â special." Harry comments.
Ron snorts and talks with a full mouth. "Mh yeaw hiff fatha was "speschal".
Hermione rolls his eyes at his full mouth and looks at me again. "Why are you so suprised by his name?" she asks me a little suspicious. " oh uh- just suprised, i always thought Mattheo is uh - not interested in things like that."
"Why would chou think about wat Mattheo is-" "Ron just eat and shut up!" I snap at him making the other two widen their eyes a bit.
I collect my things and stand up from the table. "Iâm gonna go to.. god i donât know Iâm gonna go." I say, walking off before they can answer. Because itâs the weekend I luckily donât have classes today. I donât think I could concentrate in one of them after the information I just got. God why him? Why me? Maybe I can say I feel sick.. no he would know. I canât back down.
I walk down a hall, not thinking where I am going and suddenly crash into something hard but not as hard as a wall. My book and writing stuff falls to the ground and I look up, staring right into the face of Mattheo.
My brain went blank in this monent. "What princess? Arenât you happy to see me?" he grins down at me before he gets down and picks up my stuff. "Hm I remember a similar moment, same position." He smiles even more when he sees my red cheeks and not talking mouth. As he gives me my stuff he presses his mouth to my ear and whispers "Iâm looking forward to tonight" And with that, heâs gone.
Iâm so fucked.
â at the evening â
" Do you know what youâre wearing?" I ask Hermione while I put on some makeup. I hear her sigh and she goes "yeah I have this one dress I really like. What about you?" I shake my head as I search for my lipliner. " Not really, but I have enough dresses so Iâll find something." Hermione laughs at my comment as she pulls out her dress and changes into it.
After Iâm done with my makeup and hair, I walk over to my closet, looking for a nice dress.
"What about this one? It would fit perfectly for the occasion." She says as she pulls out a dress of mine. It is long and black, with cute little arms on it. "Itâs pretty but I want something.. else." As i go trough my clothes I think about Mattheo again and what would impress him. God I need to stop it.
"Well what are you looking for?" "Hmm something likeee.. this." Itâs perfect. Itâs short but not too short, i know it sits beautifully on me and.. itâs green.
(imagine something like this but in some green tone and longer so itâs more school approved)
Hermione raises her eyebrows and looks at me. "Are you sure? Isnât it a little too.. party?" I love her for how she always chose her words wisely and with a knowledge for not hurting and judging people. I know what she meant but she would never think about judging me. Even when I put my clothes on she wouldnât pick, she makes me feel great in them.
"Yeah, Iâm sure." I smile, putting it on. When I look into the mirror I smile even more, thinking about how Mattheo will react seeing me in it.
As the time comes we take our purses and walk outside our dorms, meeting Harry and Ron in the common room. "You both look great." Harry tells us like the gentlemen he is but Ron just scans me like a little hater and looks at me. "Isnât that a little too flashy?" "Ron!" Hermione hits him on the shoulder.
"Donât be mad at what you canât have Ronald." I say grinning and winking at him before I link my arm into Harryâs with Hermione doing the same on his right side.
We walked through Hogwarts, towards the dinner and the closer we got the more my heart started beating as If Iâm running a marathon.
I open the door in front of us after taking one last deep breath and walk inside with my two friends.
Everyone was already there, seated perfectly. "Oh hello you three! Iâm so glad you made it. Please choose a seat and get comfortable." Professor Slughorn greets us. I always liked him, even tho many say heâs a little weird sometimes but I think thats exactly what I do like about him.
As I walk towards an empty seat, I scan the table, looking at Mattheo when I found him but his eyes were already on my dress.
Quickly I look away, seeing that Cormacs eyes were on me too which made me gag a little.
But god Mattheo looks so good. He wears a simple white shirt with a black tie and black slacks. Damn what I would give to ride his thigh in these â "Y/n youâre staring." Hermione whispers into my ear, making me realise i stared right at Mattheo, but to my suprise heâs still looking, not breaking eye contact for a second.
I gulp and look away, feeling my cheeks getting warm. God I hate it so much what kind of affect he has on me. I canât be the only one..
Wait. Iâm a woman. I can definitely tease him and make him feel the same.
The dinner goes on, nothing special besides Ginny who came in crying. Definitely have to ask her with Hermione about that later in detail.
As desert comes I look around the table, meeting Cormacs eyes. He licks of some ice cream from his fingers and wiggles his eybrows at me. Oh god I think Iâm gonna throw up.
As soon as I can I look away to Mattheo who was giving Cormac one of his death stares. Interesting.
I donât really know why i think itâs a good idea but i do think it is. So I lean back a little, presenting the low cut at the front of my chest. I see Mattheoâs eyes flicker to my chest and so do Cormacâs but Mattheoâs eyes switch back really fast to Cormac and give him a second glare. Really interesting.
I smile triumphal and lean a bit forwards again, pressing my boobs together this time. Instantly I get a headache but a really intense one. I hiss in pain which makes Harry look at me worried. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I just got an really bad headache.â i whisper back, wondering what it caused.
Soon the dinner was over and everyone thanked Slughorn for the invitation. "Iâll stay and try to figure out what that missing memory of Slughornâs is." Harry whispers to us before staying behind.
My headache got a bit better but It still didnât go away. As we walked trough the door I said to Hermione and Ginny "You guys go to the common room, Iâll follow. I just wanna get some advil from Miss Pomfrey.â They nod and tell me that they will go into Ginnyâs room to talk more privately.
Itâs already late and a bit after curfew but Professor Slughorn told us he made sure we would get in no trouble If someone sees us.
I rub my head slighty, trying to ease the pain on my way but nothing helped.
Then, out if nowhere a hand slaps over my mouth and a arm wraps around me, pressing me against a body. I scream into the hand, trying to get myself free until I see who the hand and arm belongs to.
"You didnât think I would let you go off that easily in that little dress of yours huh?â Mattheo breathes against my face as it was only a few inches away from mine.
He slowly takes his hand away from my mouth, letting me speak. "What do you mean?" I ask and try the innocent act but he doesnât buy it.
"Oh princess, princess, princess. You canât fool me. I know that you wore this excuse of an dress for me. Fuck and also in my house color's? Thatâs no fucking coincidence."
I gulp at his words and the fact that he knows who I wore it for. Thereâs not even a single chance for me to lie. "And what If I did wore it for someone else?" Only one way and thatâs to push his last buttons. Oh how I wanted to push that buttons until â
"Someone else, yeah? Then who was it for?" "Cormac." As soon as his name left my mouth I regretted it. I see his jaw clenching and his grin fading. "Cormac yeah? So you didnât thought about me the whole dinner?" I slowly shake my head no, not daring to move now.
"So youâre wet for him right now? Not me?" "What? Iâm notâ" but as soon as I move my legs I feel it too. Shit. When I only look up at him his grin comes back.
"Yeah thatâs what I thought.. so why donât we skip this bullshit and you come with me?" Before I can even answer him, he takes my hand and pulls me trough the corridors, towards the Slytherin common room. " Mattheo I can't-" "Shut up." he hisses and whispers something under his breath so the doors to his common room would open.
"Can't fucking believe you pulled such a show in front of that stupid dick." he growled quietly before we reach his dorm. I start smiling as I see he's getting mad at the fact that Cormac saw me in that dress. "T'fuck you smiling about huh?"
As we enter his room I notice that there is only one bed which makes me wonder. "Don't you have a roommate?" "No, I have my own room." I scoff at his answer and look around his room. It has a big bed beside the window of the room and a little nightstand beside it. On the other side of the room is a big couch and a armchair.
But before I could think about it any further, he pulls me into his lap, face towards his, after he sat down on the armchair. "You know, you could have just told me If you missed me princess. Didn't need to dress all up for me." He puts his hands on my hips, grabbing them tightly.
I roll my eyes at him and act as If I didn't already enjoy his touch. "Didn't miss you." I say, looking away from him. He chuckles and pulls my face back to his with his fingers on my chin. "Are you sure?" I only nod and look into his brown eyes. They look so dark without any light in the room, that they send even more shivers down my spine than usual.
"Is your head better? Still in any pain?" he asks me grinning. "Yeah they-" wait. I never told him about my headache. Or could he hear when I told Hermione and Ginny? Or when Harry asked me at dinner?
His hands slowly wander down to my tights were my dress slowly rose up and placed them there, squeezing my flesh lightly. I felt his breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps. "It's gotten better, right?" he asks again. His lips ghosted over my skin, making me bite my lip.
"How do you know?" I ask him in a whisper. "I know everything that goes through your pretty little mind baby."
I tried to figure out what he meant by that but I couldn't concentrate with his hands on my skin and his lips almost against my neck. I need him so much.
"What baby, can't concentrate? Too much for you already?" he coos and finally kisses my neck, nibbling on the skin between his lips.
I can't believe how easy he gets under my skin with his kisses and whispers, not even doing anything. " I know you dreamed about me these last two weeks, thought about me at every chance you got. In class, in the shower, wishing it was me who touched you." he groaned against my throat.
My eyebrows squeeze together at his words. " How would you know that?" "Did you never wonder why your head always hurted at the same times?" I gasp and pull my neck away from him. " Are you reading my mind?" my eyes go wide as he just smiles at me sheepishly. Oh my god, no. This can't be. He's not allowed to know all these private thoughts.
"You don't know how hard it was for me to stay away and wait until you would come back to me but you little minx didn't and after tonight.. I couldn't just let you slip away from me again."
"Y-you can't do that Mattheo. That's not allowed. These are my thoughts." "I know baby but I couldn't help myself after that night in the shower. You were like a dream coming true so submissive and responsive to me. Fuck I'm already getting hard just thinking about it. But you understand I didn't have a chance, right? I couldn't risk you thinking about someone else then me."
He slowly pulled my dress up, exposing my tights and underwear. "God are you for real? Did you plan this?" he groans as he sees my matching set, a dark green lingerie set.
He pulls me closer to him, looking deep into my eyes.
"Ride my thigh." he commands and puts his hands back on my hips. "What?" I ask, looking at him dumbfounded. " It's my thigh or nothing. I'm not helping you getting off this time." I look at him with my mouth hanging open in shock. How could he be so cruel?
"C'mon, ride it baby I know you thought about it at dinner." My cheeks got red as he mentioned that. He dips his head towards my neck again and starts covering it in wet kisses. "Don't test my patience, love." he whispers and tightens his grip on my hips, moving them slowly. I gasp at the sudden friction.
"Feels good, right?" I only nod, closing my eyes as I start to move my hips in circles against his thigh. I feel so dirty doing this but at the same time it feels so good to finally get the friction I needed the last weeks again.
I feel my clit rubbing against my underwear, making me whimper and move my hips faster. "Fuck, look at you. I thought you were desperate back in the shower but now you're just getting yourself off on my thigh like a dirty little whore." I moaned at his words combined with his kisses on my skin. His lips went lower, first towards my collarbones, then further down to my chest.
I feel one hand of him wander to my underwear and pushing it to the side so my bare pussy rubbed against the material of his pants. I whine at the feeling, my hands grabbing his broad shoulders. " Oh my god. I'm so close Mattheo." He laughs wickedly against my chest, pushing down my dress so it hangs at the middle of my body. His mouth wanders to my bra, unclasping it with one hand behind my back.
"You're so beautiful baby, never ever am I waiting two weeks again for that." he growls and starts massaging my boobs and playing with my sensitive nipples.
I arch my back, shivers run down my spine at his touch. The grinding get's more and more intense. "Feel this?" he asks as he takes my hand and puts it on his bulge. "It's just for you." I bite my lip and look down at my hand. It looks so painful that I start massaging it through his pants. He bucks his hips up into my touch, his breathing getting heavier.
While still riding his thigh, I open his pants and push them down together with his boxershorts. His already fully hard cock slaps against his stomach before I take him into my hand. I spread the pre-cum over his tip with my thumb and start moving my hand up and down. "Shit princess.." he hisses, thrusting his hips up into my hand.
"I'm so close Mattheo.." I whine as I almost start rutting my hips against him. "Come on my leg baby, do it." he groans, lips apart.
I let go of his cock for a moment to dig my nails into his shoulders for support as I press my throbbing clit harder against him. He takes his cock into his hand and jerks himself off as he watches me panting and moaning.
With a deep twisting feeling in my stomach I come all over his thigh, riding out my orgasm.
"So good for me, look at how much you came." he says and I look down at his pants, a big wet spot on them now. My legs still shake from my high and I look up at him again.
Mattheo's POV:
Fuck. I don't know what it is but I have a feeling that this girl is going to be the death of me. With hooded eyes she looks up at me and almost get's me to cum in my own hand just from her eyes looking into mine. She had such a chokehold on me, but I will never admit that to her.
I smile down at her before I speak "already fucked out again and I didn't even touched you." The same thing I told her two weeks ago after I've eaten her pussy and she came after 3 minutes.
"Fuck off." she mumbles and falls slightly against my chest. "As much as I enjoy this closeness baby.." I start, nodding towards my rock hard cock, laying against my stomach.
I push a strand of hair behind her ear and whisper into it. " Suck on it." Her eyes go wide and she looks down on me with those innocent eyes again. " Don't tell me you never sucked cock with those pretty lips." I say, looking at her plump lips, almost begging to be fucked.
She rolls her eyes at me again, making me want to choke her until she stops. " I have." Her answer makes my clench my jaw, wishing she would've just said she didn't.
I pushed her down in front of my legs. I grab a pillow from the couch beside us and put it under her knees, making her grin. " Don't tell me you suddenly care for me Matty?" Now I am the one who rolls his eyes.
I grab her pretty hair into a ponytail and push her towards my cock. She takes it into her hand and starts to lick off the pre-cum from my tip. A moment later she starts sucking on my tip, making me smile. I have a feeling this is going to be good.
I hiss as her wet lips and warm mouth take more of my cock into her mouth. I close my eyes and let my head hang backwards. " Come on y/n, show me what you got."
Suddenly she takes me all the way down her throat, my eyes almost bulging out of my head and my mouth falling open. "Oh fuck, yeah!" I groan, gritting my teeth together. I swear I could feel her smile around me.
She bobs her head up and down in a fast pace, making me moan and groan like a little bitch. Fuck, what is it with this girl?
I feel my tip hitting the back of her throat. " Oh Shit." I lift my head up to look down at her. Her eyes are teary and her hands support herself on my tights. I start grinning, wishing I could take a picture of her pretty mouth around me.
Her throat clenches around me so delicious I almost came. "Hmm baby, you know how to suck cock. Gonna give you that." I pant.
One of her hands go down to my balls, massaging them. " Oh - " I throw my head back again, feeling something in my lower stomach. My hips buck up and I hear her gag, only getting me closer to my high. "M' gonna cum down your throat and you'll swallow it, yeah?" I ask her, breathing heavy. It doesn't take me long to cum and fill her mouth. "Fuckkk.." I groan, pushing her down even harder so her nose touches my stomach.
"Swallow it. All of it." I slowly let go of her, but seeing her cough a little only fuels my desire. She opens her mouth after she swallows and shows me that she swallowed every single drop.
"That's a good girl. Now come on.. let's take a shower." I say grinning at her and helping her back up. "Mattheo I don't know If I can walk so far." she sighs as she stands on her still shaky legs.
I kiss the top of her head, something I never do but just feels right with her. " You don't have to. I have my own shower." I pick her up bridal style and carry her towards my bathroom."
Y/n's POV:
As he picks me up to carry me, I feel a few butterfly's in my stomach but I try to suppress them.
He let's me down when we stand under his shower. His clothes hit the floor. "Hot or cold?" he ask, putting his hand on the tap. "Hot." I say and watch his back. Last time I didn't noticed but he has big scars all over his back, some even on his chest. He must see my face cause he asks me "What's wrong?" I shake my head and try to smile.
"Nothing." I see it in his eyes that he doesn't buy my lie but doesn't push me either. As the warm water hits my skin, I sigh in relief. I let my hair get wet and wash off the makeup I had on. While I did so, Mattheo stands right behind me, his hands on my hips, scanning my face.
I open my eyes and see him looking. " What?" I ask grinning. " You're beautiful." I roll my eyes and look away again, trying to hide my blush. "You don't have to try to get into my pants. You already are." He turns me around and holds my face. " Hey.. I really mean it. And not just your body. Your face is prettier than the ones of angels." My eyes widen at his words, not expecting that kind of words from him.
He clears his throat and looks away for a moment himself. That's when I grab his face in both my hands and crash my lips into his. The kiss is hungry, more passionate and different than the last times. More tender.
One of his hands slide up and down my back, while the other lays on my hip. "You make me crazy, princess." he admits, mumbling against my lips. I smile into the kiss. "Don't go soft Mattheo." I say, teasing him.
He starts kissing my neck, but less soft and more aggressively now. "Remember who's in charge here baby. I would choose your words wisely." He lifts me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. "This time I wanna see your face when I fuck you."
He takes his cock into his hand and positions it at my entrance, teasing me with it. âMattheo come on, fuck me.." i huff out frustrated. "Beg for it, wanna hear you beg again like the last time I fucked you." I roll my eyes at his ego, but still do as he tells me to. "Please, I'm already begging you to fuck me."
Ge grins down at me and slowly pushes inside me, holding eye contact the whole time. His lips part and his eyes get lazy. "Fuck, you feel just as good as the first time I fucked you stupid."
I want to bite back but only bite my lip as he starts thrusting in a fast and hard pace. "What was that? I'm going soft princess?" His grip on my hips gets tighter and he starts kissing my neck up and down. " N-no you're not.." I whimper, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back against the wall.
What was is that he had me under his control so much? Not even a single brain cell told me to not do as he says. I can't with this boy..
His lips work their way up to my ear and he whispers "I'm a man baby, a boy wouldn't fuck you like I do. " Goosebumps erupt over my body and again he's right. " Stop messing around in my head." I growl lightly, supressing a moan in my throat. "You're all mine. I don't give a shit about how you see that, cause I know your body screams for mine every night. And it will never get someone else's. Do you understand?"
He stops kissing my neck and looks at me while thrusting his hips against mine. A shiver run down my spine as I looked into his eyes, but this time not a good one. It was ice cold. I never saw him looking tat serious and cold. Possesive. "Do. You. Under. Stand." he asks me again, deep and hard thrust for every word.
"God yes, Mattheo. I understand!" I cry out as his fingers find their way towards my clit, rubbing it in circles. My nails leave marks all over his back, drawing a little blood.
He starts hissing but laughing at the same time at the pain. He's gonna be the death of me. "No, you're gonna be mine, princess. Do that again with your nails, turns me on." As I don't, he mumbles a quite "okay" and presses me harder against the shower wall, fucking me even deeper and more brutal. My nails find their way back inside his skin and I'm sure If we had been o the bed It would be broken by now.
"When are you gonna learn to not be a little brat, huh?" he asks, a smirk on his face. "I own you now, baby." I let out half a snort half a chuckle. " Do I own you then too?" I ask sarcastically. " You own every inch of me."
My face falls a little at his answer, not expecting it. Did he mean that?But as soon as my thoughts started, I forgot them as he starts to rub my clit even harder, but in a steady rhythm.
"Oh yeah look at that in pleasure twisting face, that's fucking it." he groans, his thrust becoming more erratic. One hand leaves my hip and wraps itself around my throat, squeezing it with the perfect amount of pressure. A broken scream leaves my lips with my eyes rolling back.
"Yeah scream so loud Cormac hears whoâs name youâre moaning tonight." I press my lips together but he squeezes my throat tighter. My walls clench around him, making him lose his control, eyes rolling back a bit with a smile to it. "I love that pussy so much fuck.I bet he can't fuck you like I can, huh?"
This time my answer comes in a instant. " No- no he can't. I'm so close Mattheo, please." I moan as I feel this deep twisting feeling in my stomach. His lips meet mine, to my surprise. Unlike how he fucks, he kisses me soft and passionate. "Come around me baby.Please fucking come around me." he groans almost desperate.
And just like that I let go and let the feeling of my orgasm overflow me. "Hm shit.. can I come inside you baby?" Mattheo pants against my lips while he looks down between us. I just nod quickly, feeling him coming inside me a few seconds later. "Shit.." a whimper leaves his lips as he fills me up.
My stomach twists again at the sound so I look at him and scan his face for a moment. I think that's the hottest sound my ears ever came across. He looks fucked out too, his eyes heavy.
He slowly pulls out but still holds me. "You make me so addicted." he confesses to me, looking between my eyes and lips. I had to. " So you're going soft now again?" I tease him, out of breath.
He chuckles lowly which ends with me bent over every single surface in his room.
I don't know how long I can survive in that.
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soulmates
summary - your boyfriend visits you at uni and youâre getting ready to go out for the night
pairing - university-boyfriend!harry x uni!reader
word count - ~2.5k
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Harry was visiting you for the first time, after not seeing him for a month.
You hadnât seem him for so long since he now lives across the country at his own university, down south.
Being childhood sweethearts had made going to university difficult on your relationship, but you were determined to make it work. You loved Harry and Harry loved you too much to just give up. Neither were you going to give up your dream uni courses just to be with each other in the same city.
It was decided it was best to not see each other until a month after settling into uni, otherwise youâd never settle.
You had started planning when you were going to finally see each other again, before Harry surprised you one day by messaging you his train tickets after deciding enough was enough.
And now here you are.
Together.
Youâre currently in your bedroom, with Harryâs bags chucked on the floor.
He hadnât cared about them and neither had you. Both of you just wanted to be with each other - near each other.
You hadnât moved off the bed since he arrived two hours ago.
You were laid down side by side. Harryâs arm over your waist and up the back of his t-shirt, drawing patterns on the skin of your back. His other arm had his head propped up so he had a little height advantage on you.
An advantage that he used to sneak quick kisses onto your lips when he couldnât resist any longer.
âI like Poppy, though.â He said.
âSo you only like my female flatmates? Hmm, interesting.â You smirked.
âI donât not like Aaron and Joel.â
âMhm.â
âI just⌠like Poppy, Farrah and Maria more.â
âDid you know Joel is gay and Aaron has a girlfriend?â You bit your lip, awaiting his response.
âAnd suddenly I like them more.â He laughed, ducking his head into the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment.
He knows you caught him out on being a little jealous of your two male flatmates, but youâd been exactly the same when youâd seen how pretty his female flatmates were too.
But now, youâd both gotten over that jealousy. You knew you were only for each other. There was this feeling that you got with each other that youâd both never felt with anyone else.
âPoppy suggested going out tonight?â You suggested, combing your fingers through his hair as his face was still buried in your neck.
âTo where?â
You smiled at the feeling of his breath against your neck. It was a ticklish feeling youâd forgotten how much you adored.
âA bar. Or club, maybe?â
âDo you wanna go? Theyâre your flatmates.â He moved his head to prop it back up again.
âI want to do whatever youâre comfortable with. Poppy only suggested it, because they want to get to know you.â
âThey wanna scout me out, hm?â Harry chuckled.
âThey already trust you. You brought me flowers and an extra bag with your clothes just for me to keep.â
You leant up to kiss him and he let you, leaning his head down so you didnât strain yourself.
His hand snuck out from your t-shirt and went to cup your cheek, holding it so he could kissed you how and where he wanted.
You ended up kissing for longer than just an innocent peck, before pulling back to the conversation.
âMaybe we should just stay in.â You sighed, trying to pull his full pink lips back to yours.
Harry smiled but didnât allow you to kiss him again. âThink with your normal brain, not your sex brain.â
âSex brain?â You chuckled, âWhy would I be thinking about sex?â You asked rhetorically.
You let out a laugh you didnât even realise you had in you when Harry tickled your side in retaliation. Harry started chuckling when he heard you laugh and laugh.
âStop! Harry, stop!â
Harryâs hand immediately went over your mouth to shut you up.
âOi, I donât need your flatmates to think Iâm murdering you - what with these thin walls.â He rolled his eyes as you recovered.
âDickhead.â You swatted him.
âLove you.â He kissed you and you let him, because God knows you needed to make up for the time apart.
âI love you too.â You said softly, kissing him proper.
You pushed him off you then, reaching over for your phone to see if there were any messages in the group chat about tonights plans.
You sat up in bed against the headboard and Harry wormed his way over so his head could rest on your chest comfortably. He often said he loved how relaxed feeling your chest move up and down made him.
There were a couple of texts when you opened your phone.
Maria: plans??
Aaron: Iâm game to go out if you guys are
Maria: i willđŤĄ
Poppy: obvs i will
Poppy: y/n wbu? you can bring harry of course
Joel: Yeah would be nice to see you him since youâve locked him away in your room
You laughed out loud at Joelâs message, showing Harry your screen which made him chuckle too.
âIâll go out if you want to, Y/N/N. Iâm happy to stay in if you also want to do that. Up to you.â
âI donât want to get fomo by not going out with them, but I also just want to be with you.â You pouted.
Harry twisted so he could sit up and look at you. âHow about we go out and if we get bored or would rather just be in bed, we can leave?â
âCan we get a chippy on our way back and eat them in bed whilst we watch Modern Family?â
âIâll buy you the damn chips myself if thatâs whatâll make you happy.â He kissed you and you couldnât help but smile at how amazing your boyfriend was.
âOkay then, weâll go out with them for a bit then.â
âMâkay.â Harry sunk back onto your chest whilst you responded to the group chat.
You: we will bless you with our presence đ
Farrah: YAY!!! big win
Poppy: does harry have any fit siblings he can bring next time? can stay in my room đ
You: he has a sister
Maria: win for me
Joel: Loss for me :(
Aaron: So⌠besides this group chat turning into Tinder. Plans?
Poppy: i say pres in the kitchen at 8 and weâll leave for town at 10?
You all were happy with that.
âWeâve got 2 hours before we need to be in the kitchen for pres.â You yawned out.
âGreat. So iâll nap for an hour and a half and youâll start getting ready now?â
You laughed.
âYup.â
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âH? You ready?â
You walked into your bathroom that was private to your room - yes you paid extra just for the luxury - to find Harry gelling his hair in place.
He looked so good.
Heâd gone for black trousers that were a straight fit, some Adidas gazelles and a white t-shirt that had a fun print on the front and back. The t-shirt also, apparently, glowed in the dark so youâd know it was him in a club.
You slipped behind him and slunk your arms around his waist, hugging him tight. You breathed in his scent and he smelt so fucking good. There was no way to describe him, other than yours - familiar.
âYeah.â He responded. âLet me see you.â
He chuckled when you didnât let him go easily, but was happy when you eventually did.
You were wearing a mini dark-denim skirt with black knee-high boots, and a black corset with a sheer black cardigan that tied over the top.
Of course youâd done your makeup as well, going all out for the night. Youâd decided on eyeliner and glittery eyeshadow with a dark maroon lip shade.
Harry smiled whilst shaking his head ever-so-slightly.
âWhat?â You smiled, furrowing your eyebrows.
âYou.â
âWhat about me?â
Harry held onto both of your hands, pushing you out so he could better see your outfit before pulling you back in close to his chest.
âIâm so lucky you fell in love with me.â He kissed you once.
âDonât make me cry. This makeup took too long to ruin.â Your eyes welled up buy you willed no tears to fall.
âYou look beautiful.â He kissed you again. âGorgeous.â And again. âHot.â Again. âMine.â
You chuckled against his lips when he kissed you one final time, leaving a subtle tinge to his lips from where your lipstick had stained.
You brought your thumb up to wipe the mark away, but he tilted his head away before you could as apparently he wanted it there.
âMissed you so much.â You wrap your arms around him to hug him. Harry rests his cheek on your head to hug you back.
âMissed you too, baby.â
âIâm glad youâre here though.â
âIâm here for you even when iâm not physically here. You know that.â
âI know. Itâs nice having you here here though.â
Harry hums in response, giving you one final squeeze before deciding for the both of you that youâre late to join the kitchen.
You both leave your bathroom, Harry turning off the light.
You head to the full length mirror for one final check over your outfit, before picking up your phone and disposable camera. Harry pockets his own phone, spraying his cologne onto his neck and wrists - making him smell even more irresistible.
He stands in front of your mirror and your squeeze in front of him, holding up your phone to take a few photos.
Once youâre satisfied, you head out of your room - double checking you have your keycard - and heading to the communal kitchen at the end of corridor.
The lights are off in the kitchen, save the multi-coloured disco ball light that youâd purchased as a flat.
The room was lit in neon greens, pinks, yellows and blues. The music was on loud, playing the âpreâsâ playlist youâd created as a flat.
âAyee!â Aaron shouted when you walked in with Harry.
âDamn! Look at you!â Poppy awed at your outfit, demanding you give a twirl.
âYou look so good.â You exclaimed as you took in Poppyâs little black dress.
âWe were worried sheâs trapped you in there, bro.â Aaron and Harry exchanged a bro hug.
âNearly. I escaped.â Harry returned the joke.
âWant a beer, man?â
âYeah, sure.â Harry nodded and Aaron went off with Joel to grab Harry a drink. âY/N/N, you want me to make you a drink?â
Harry had to lean down to your ear to ask you without yelling over the music.
âYes, please.â
âVodka cranberry?â He asked and you nodded. He kissed you on the side of the head before heading over to where Aaron and Joel were.
Farrah, Poppy and Maria instantly crowded your space.
âY/N, I love him!â
âHe is perfect, Y/N, the hell?!â
âTalk about boyfriend material.â
âGuys, stop!â You blushed, covering your face. You knew exactly what they meant though, because Harry really was perfect boyfriend material.
âNo!â
âNever.â
âY/N/N⌠Iâm secure in labelling myself as lesbian but your boyfriend is currently making me question my sexuality.â Maria said, making you all laugh.
You watched Harry in the kitchen, politely asking Joel what he can and canât use and where to find things. Aaron passed him a beer for himself and he stayed talking to Harry whilst he made your drink.
âIf you ever break up, Iâll stop believing in love.â Poppy said, making you smile.
It was always a fear at the start of a strong relationship about breaking up, but you and Harry had overcome that fear and were confident that it would never happen to you.
Harry was confident youâd be together until you were in a nursing home.
The number of conversations youâd had about future life, including; children, house decor, living location and wedding ring ideals made you confident that youâd never need anyone but each other.
âHis parents must be so attractive.â Maria sighed.
âHis mum gets called a MILF quite often!â You joked.
âI bet⌠She single?â Maria asked, raising her eyebrow. Youâd only known her for a tiny while but youâd already gathered she preferred older women.
You just laughed her off, not quite knowing whether she was being serious or not.
Harry came back with your drink just in time. You all sat down on the L shaped sofa in the small living space adjacent to the kitchen. Harry sat next to you on the edge of the sofa, allowing you to be in the group and not over inserting himself.
You watched as he took a sip of his beer as the others situated themselves around the sofa and the surrounding stools.
âYou okay?â You asked him.
He smiled and nodded at you in return, making you kiss his cheek to silently let him know that that made you happy and you were really glad he was here.
âHow about we play a game? Get the drinks going, yeah?â Poppy suggested, earning a round of yeses.
âNever Have I Ever?â Joel said and everybody was okay with that. It was something basic to start off the night.
As TikTok by Kesha came on you all ironed out the basic rules of you drink if you have done something, before you started.
âNever have I ever been kissed.â Farrah said, watching everyone around the table take a drink.
âWeâll find someone for you tonight, hun.â Poppy tipped her drink to Farrah.
âOr you could just kiss me?â Maria suggested, earning a blush out of Farrah. Maria smirked as she took another sip just because, but really it was to hide her own blush. It would be silly of Maria to ignore the fact that Farrah is beautiful.
âNo flat-cest thank you very much.â Joel stopped that before anything could start. âMoving on⌠Never have I ever questioned my sexuality.â
You took a drink at that. Others did too but Joel looked surprised at you drinking and Maria was quick to question.
âExplain.â
âI went through a rough patch thinking that I was a lesbian, actually. I didnât really feel anything for anyone I dated,â Harryâs arm snook around your waist as you were talking, rubbing small circles on the sliver of exposed skin at your waist, âThen H came along and I was definitely knew I wasnât a lesbian. Kind of figured I might be Demi?â
âWhat does that mean, if you donât mind me asking.â
âIt kind of means that you donât find any sexual or romantic attraction for anyone other than âyour personâ. Harry just happened to be my person.â You blushed as you answered Aaronâs question, leaning back into Harry for comfort.
âThatâs so cool.â
âYeah, like soulmate shit.â
âYeah.â Harry nodded, before whispering close to your ear just for you to hear, âSoulmates.â
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Could you write reader Fucking Miguel and leaving him full of cum and desperate while having a cage on getting so desperate and needy and then making him go to meetings and patrols
And could it be villain reader
a/n: your mind is yummyyyy, never thought of villain reader. well i kinda did, but ur's activated a deep part of my brain that was like yeahh this one. anyway, hope ya like :]
Bottom! Miguel O'Hara x Villain! Male Reader
words: 2.6k
warnings: humiliation, anal sex, butt plug, chastity device (cock cage), smut
âWe really should go out on a date sometime, hm?â You said, rolling your hips with a particularly sharp thrust into the trembling man. The man was bent over a desk, claws gripping the desk and kept spewing out broken cries as you fucked him.
âPlease let me cum, I-I canât take it anymore.. please!â He begged, wailing as you continued to rock in him.
Your eyes darkened and grabbed the back of his head, rubbing his head into the desk. âI warned you Spidey not to be late or Iâll blow up everyone in that damned bank,â You leaned down, snarling in his ear and picked up the pace, fucking him harder into the desk.
Miguel arched his back and a silent cry escaped his mouth, clenching around your cock harder. He could feel his eyes roll to the back of his head as you continued your relentless pace, digging your hand into his head and hips. You groaned at the feeling of his tight ass, sucking you in deeper. âHaha, itâs a good thing that Nuevaâs number one whore will do anything to protect them, right darling?â
Shame and arousal coursed within Miguel as you reminded the man how he got to this predicament.
It had been another night of patrolling Nueva York, he was alone this time around which meant his pace of dealing with criminals slowed. During one of his fights, he forgot the arrangement made between you and him on meeting at a specific location. He only realized after the fight, hearing a loud explosion in the distance that you were upset at his delayed arrival. Making his way as fast as he could, he found you standing at the top of a bank, detonator in hand. Spider-Man knew that only the left side of the bank that had no civilianâs was blown and he revealed himself, carefully walking closer to you and the tied up woman at his feet.
âOh! Spider-Man, so good of you to finally join us,â You sneered at him, stepping over the hostage under your foot.
âV/n, let the girl go. Itâs me that you want, not her.â
You huffed at the man and picked up the woman off the floor by her hair, shoving the detonator in her face. She cried harder and screamed every time the button was slightly pressed up against her cheek, desperately staring at the hero. âUnfortunately, Iâm not interested in pets that refuse ordersâ You spoke plainly, moving your hand to the womanâs face, gripping it in your palm. âMaybe I should take this one and train it properly, hm? Sheâd make a fine slut donât you think?â You purred, wiping the womanâs tears away with your thumb as she cried harder.
Miguel was about to take another step before you angrily jabbed the detonator in his direction.
âOne more fucking step and everyone blows up right now, stay back.â You hissed, the woman began to tremble more and pleaded to be let go. âLook what youâve done Spidey! The poor lamb is so scaredâ
âYou can do anything you want with me, just let her go V/n.â
âAnything?â You mused.
âHeh, fine then. Catch,â You laughed, shoving the detonator in the woman's mouth and throwing her off the building. Miguel jumped to save her, wrapping his arms around her and landed on the floor. Taking the device out of her mouth, quickly disarming it before looking back up, only to find you had disappeared.
Gritting his teeth, Miguel went to chase after you, leaving the woman and the police force to handle the rest of the situation. He caught up to you, jumping from rooftops and hovering cars before slipping through an alleyway.
Still hot on your tail, Miguel clawed on the walls of the alley, but felt a strong tug on his foot that slammed him into an old abandoned office, a dark snicker coming from above him. Miguel felt his anger rising and began trading blows with you. Punching you square on the face while you kicked at his side, watching as he tumbled into a corner. He growled, claws protruding as he pounced at you once more, blocking his claws with your knife.
The fight continued for some time, both of men bleeding from cuts and bruised from the battle. You had the heroâs chest pinned against the desk and arms clasped in your grip, rutting against his ass, groaning at the feeling. Miguel returning your grinding with his own, stifled a low whine behind his clenched teeth hoping to stop any noises from escaping. You laughed at his attempt to stop himself from giving you the pleasure that he enjoyed your toying.
âWhy hide that youâre enjoying this slut? If you give me your ass, I could do much more than just this, darlingâ You cooed, giving him a particular strong thrust, a small whine slipping past his lips.
âOr should I disable it for you?â
Miguel craned his neck to look at you and tensed, before the pixels covering his ass dissipated, revealing that he had nothing on underneath. You grinned, slithering your hand from his arms to grab a handful of his cheeks. âNot even wearing anything decent underneath, you really love to give easy access to anyone that promises to fuck youâ You said, kneading the mound in your hands then slapping it, repeating the action a few more times. Each slap eliciting a small groan or moan that got progressively louder as you hit harder.
âDonât mind if I do then, doll.â
Was all Miguel remembered as for the next few minutes you began your assault on him. Eating and pounding his ass into the hard desks while he tried, but failed to maintain some dignity as if he wasnât just some shameless whore moaning and begging for one of the city's notorious villains. Leading to the current situation where heâs been begging to cum after youâve denied his requests multiple times, citing that he should just be a good whore and take what he gets.
Your breath hitched as you mercilessly pounded into him, soon to reach your own pleasure. Miguel let out a wanton cry as his vision turned white, body trembling, trying to contain his desire to cum all over the desk. The sight of how the man squirms underneath you spurs you on, balls tighten as you fucked into him as roughly as you could.
Miguel begging slurred as he barely managed any coherent word. Leading to the quivering manâs orgasm wrenched from him with a drawled moan, spilling all over the desk with some dripping to the floor. Realizing that he failed to adhere to your command, he clenched around your shaft in hopes for your forgiveness.
You grit your teeth at the action and thrusted harder, slamming into the man continuously then stilled as your cum coated his walls. Letting out a deep groan as emptied inside, determined to fill him full. Miguel pitifully whined at the feeling, even more so when you left. You returned with a plug in your hand and eased it into him, hearing him softly groan at the intrusion.
Miguel began to catch his breath, loosening his grip on the desk now that he no longer needed to hold on for life at the force of your thrusts.
âOh donât relax just yet doll, weâre not done hereâ You grinned, flipping him on his back. Miguel didnât put up a fight as you manhandled him, only getting curious when he felt cold metal encase his flaccid cock.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â Miguel hissed at the cold feeling, lifting his body off the desk to get a better look.
âIâve decided to extend our little session together Spidey, extending your punishmentâ You muttered, adjusting the chastity device around his cock, a pleased hum as it fit perfectly. The man grabbed your other hand that held the key and met his gaze.
âI have no use for a pet that doesnât listen to orders, much less one that disobeysâ You stated, grabbing the manâs face. His mask hid his expression, but you could feel his conviction from your words. Releasing your hand from his grasp and over his caged dick, aligning the key at the top with the lock. âSo then, will you accept your punishment and wait for orders or do I have to use extreme measures?â You spoke lowly, bored eyes staring into the hero.
Miguel bit his lip in thought, âIf I wear that, donât terrorize the city for the week, promise that.â
âTrying to set demands with me? You really need to know your placeâ You tutted, giving him a sly smile before continuing, âFine, since youâre the best free slut in this city.â You chuckled darkly and slipped the key into the lock, pocketing the key.
âClean yourself up, your little spider friends should be arriving soon. Be good until then, pet.â You warned, escaping through a door, leaving the man to make himself presentable before he could be caught. Just as he was about finished, the wall busted open as the Scarlet Spider and Spider Woman arrived.
âThat was a perfect dramatic entrance, now whereâs the V/n. Â Iâll trap him with my amazing biceps, maybe get some work in with my quads, while you back me up.â Ben rasped, flexing his arms and scanned around the room.
âHe got away,â Miguel snapped, turning to leave, a slight limp noticeable as he walked.
âYou alright there? Seems like he had you good if you're walking like thatâ Jess asked, watching as the man tensed and straightened his back. âYou can ride with me if you want.â
âNo thanks, Iâm fine. Letâs just get back to HQ and finish up the meeting for todayâ Miguel said, jumping out of the wall. He groaned as he could feel the plug nested so deeply inside and grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning.
Ben huffed, upset that there wasnât going to be any action and followed behind, Jess riding along besides him.
Once at headquarters, Miguel could barely think straight as he desperately tried not to think about how full he felt with your cum still warm. He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to let out a needy whine in front of everyone. Worse when he felt his dick twitching at the thought yet was confined in its cage. It served to remind him of how he was under your mercy and only you could decide to give him relief. Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, helplessly trying to will his boner away while a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder.
âYou alright Miguel? If itâs about V/n, weâre sure to catch him next time buddy.â Peter softly spoke, Mayday tilting her head at the anguished expression on his face. Not wanting to draw more attention to himself, he calmly stated to the father, âIâm fine Peter, Iâll handle it on my own.â
Peter wanted to say more, but Miguel stood and walked to the front of the office to give an overview of the current state of the multiverse. He had hoped it would distract him from any thoughts surrounding V/n and how he wanted nothing more than to track down the man, kneeling at his feet.
The sentiment continued as he returned back to the city on patrol, hoping to find the villain as he could feel his cock stirred in its cage. He wasnât alone this time and was joined by the Spectacular Spider-Man much to his chagrin. They had heard a manâs terrified screams that led them to a group of thugs giving him a beat down.
Miguel and the young Peter Parker had assumed that it would be a relatively simple job as they were just average thugs. But as the fight continued with only two down and three more to go, they realized they were much tougher than anticipated. Still, nothing they canât handle. Then they heard a deep, menacingly laugh coming from above, one that Miguel knew all too well.
âV/n!â Miguel and Peter yelled. Watching the man smile and bowed to greet his audience.
âPleasure to be of service, though Iâm only interested in one of you spiders yelling my name.â You purred, eyes locking onto Miguelâs, even if you couldnât see his eyes.
âBoss! Donât worry about these guys, Iâll take care of themâ Peter said as he threw one of the henchmen into the wall. âYou chase after him! Iâll take care of the guy who's hurt too.â
Miguel nodded and crawled up to the roof, chasing after the man once more. A mixture of anger that his heroic side wanted to capture you and put you in prison where you belong, but an overwhelming desire to continue where they left off.
He watched as you turned the corner and slipped into an opened window. Carefully coming up to the small entrance, he squeezed in and stood inside the apartment. There was rustling coming from a door down the hall and silently crept towards the noise. Peering into the door was V/n lighting a candle with a match and flicking the dead stick into a corner, a pleasant aroma filling the air.
âItâs good that itâs just you here, Iâd hate for us to be rudely interruptedâ You said, turning the lamp on the dresser on before sitting on the chair across from the bed. Miguel disabled his location and sent a quick message to young Peter not to worry about him. He was about to walk into the room when you shook your head, tutting your lips at him.
âCrawl,â You demanded.
Miguel was apprehensive about doing such a degrading act, but with his cock starting to beg for the manâs attention, the pain and arousal of being trapped in a cage swept over him. You pat your thigh as he slowly get's down on his hands and knees, crawling to you. He felt so humiliated even if there was no one around, making him clench around the plug.
Once he was nestled between your legs, you murmured a gentle âGood boyâ and softly petted his head, as if he was your loving pet, a dog begging for attention. Clasping your hand at the back of his head, you shoved his face into your dick bulging in your pants. Miguel felt part of his anger reignite, wanting to curse you out in Spanish, but his body betrayed him and a low whine emerged from his throat.
Pixels dissipated from his mask, allowing only his mouth available and began to mouth at your cock, hoping to please you. It only fueled his embarrassment and shame as he kept letting out needy moans, acting like some cheap whore for a man who should be put behind bars.
You chuckled at his pathetic state and watched as the man who denied that he enjoys being treated as such, didnât even realize he began to hump your leg. Moving his head away, you unbuckle your belt and pull your cock free from his restraints, something the man longed for as well.
âCâmon thenâ you paused, watching Miguel look up at you. Behind the mask covering his eyes, you could feel his lustful gaze through it and grinned, licking your lips.
âGet back to work, whore.â
You were going to have fun breaking him.
a/n: not all that sure if anyone would be exactly interested, but part of V/n was inspired by the Joker. but like fanfiction joker, if that makes sense which prolly doesnât. the types where heâs like crazy but like doing just enough to keep the villain title going so Batman keeps going for him. well at least from the ones Iâve read, heheh.
up next: reader request! leon s kennedy x top male reader. leon and reader, top of the academy students and fierce rivals. must learn to work together to rescue ashley from the insane cult. god bless her soul if she's got to deal with those angry horny dogs.
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Match Made in Grey Haven
prompt: ( requested ) you find yourself in what feels like a distant relationship through penned letters. overcome with shyness during his visits, you avoid Herald Elrond - until your grandfather (and co.) steps in as matchmaker.
pairing: Elrond x shy!female!reader
fandom masterlist: The Rings of Power
word count: 2.9k+
note: it's not much, i'm so sorry.
warnings: takes place BEFORE the events of TROP, abrupt ending, small hurt mostly comfort, feelings are hard, author is very abrasive and isn't sure this is conveyed fully as "shy" so i'm sorry, anxiety, unedited, wonky brain goes wonky, fluff, small drama, lost + healthy family relationships, romance, friends-to-lovers.
part two: The Risk
"You appear ill at-ease," CĂrdan mentioned as he casually strolled from the shadows of his workshop, the last of the day lingering in a warm glow, "which I am not accustomed to seeing on a face such as yours."
Elrond, busy at work carving one of the perfect ships his old master was crafting a fleet of, barely slowed down but did glance up in acknowledgment. He sniffled hastily, looking back at the pliable wood under his hands.
"Merely focused, my Lord, nothing more."
"Hm," CĂrdan hummed, pacing around slowly, hands clasped behind his back, chin up, shoulders back, grey locks glistening in familiar waves, "interesting choice of words."
"How so?" Elrond paused to pet the curve of the wood, trying in vain to hide his true bubbling feelings. He went straight back to work, aware CĂrdan watched him closely.
"Y/N said the exact same." This made the High King's Herald pause in full, CĂrdan smirking, "Ah, just as I suspected."
"I do not think - "
"You fool nobody but yourself," CĂrdan chuckled, waving off Elrond's words and stepping closer to admire the boat carving. "She cares for you, too, you know?"
"With respect, my Lord... But you are mistaken," Elrond deflected. "Your granddaughter and I, we are merely friends - if that. We only exchange letters - "
"And feelings," CĂrdan pointed out, watching Elrond flush under his interrogation. Just outside the doors, you approached, thinking you would fetch your grandfather for supper; slowing when the older, wiser Elf tisked, "Ah, come now, Elrond, do not look so forlorn, there are worst fates than that of emotional - "
"With respect," Elrond repeated, cutting CĂrdan off, your hand hovering over the door handle, "there are no emotions involved when it comes to your granddaughter."
You froze.
"Yet I will not believe that," CĂrdan shot back.
"There is little to be said that might sway you, my Lord, but it is true. We are..." You listened as Elrond took a sharp inhale, "We are friends, nothing more. Our foundation lays in companionship, we exchange letters - share our thoughts, ideas, and feelings. There's nothing more."
CĂrdan hummed in amusement, "That so? Then... Why, in the past 6 months, have you come here - what is it? Six? Seven times?"
"Eight," Elrond corrected automatically, wincing when your grandfather chuckled and you lowered your hand. Yet you did not walk away yet.
"You claim business with the High King brings you to us so frequently," CĂrdan continued, "yet, the matters discussed can be solved through letters alone. Nothing that deems an emissary. So, tell me in truth... Why?"
"My Lord?"
"Why do you come? I know it is not for Gil-Galad alone, so, tell me in truth, why the frequent trips?"
You could hear Elrond resume his wood carving and you became acutely aware of your position. Backing away, you fled the scene, petrified over the idea of being caught; yet your mind was stuffed full with what you heard. It'd been years since you first met Elrond, the young, fresh, baby-faced Herald of the High King; and while initially fascinatingly attracted to him, you were detrimentally shy.
Like, so shy, it makes you mute - to an extent.
He wasn't a Herald yet, though, and came to apprentice under your grandfather. Elrond became a constant presence around the Grey Havens - a talented, shining star of a student who studied diligently. You admired his work from afar at first, then, CĂrdan asked you to row one of Elrond ships around the harbor.
It was well known you were the apple of CĂrdan's eye; his favorite thing in the material world, the reason he refused to give himself over to the Valar yet. He was supposed to sail... But his daughter was soon to give birth, so he waited; and thankfully, because plague claimed your father and mother from complications of your birth. So, CĂrdan raised you.
Elrond panicked at CĂrdan's request, stepping into your pathway without thought and gasping, "No!" You shied back into your grandfather's side, the dark haired Elf amending swiftly, "I apologize, I-I did not mean to be so - so abrupt. But... Let me work a few more days, ensure it is to perfection."
You smiled gently and nodded, CĂrdan smirking and leading you away - the start of a formal friendship. After testing Elrond's boat (when ready), you sent him a note that expressed your impression and complimenting his woodworking skills, even saying you looked forward to his future creations.
His first letter back to you was one of thousands, and the start of his Heraldry.
Yet now, in present day, you wondered if these letters weren't enough and if he thought you untruthful in your declaration of affection. While your companionship had now lasted decades, you were still insecure enough that you lose wit, cheek, and tongue when he's around. And now, the past half a year, you've seen him eight times and couldn't muster your courage, and perhaps, it wasn't enough for Elrond anymore.
You just expressed yourself better in words! And you didn't leave CĂrdan's side; you did not venture around Middle-earth, never left your sanctuary. You adored Elrond's accounts of adventures and travels and work, it was your only time to "live", even if vicariously.
Now, worriment set in; anxious that you weren't enough.
"Ah," CĂrdan hummed as he and Elrond entered your humble home for supper, "it smells divine in here, sweet girl."
"Thank you," you whispered, setting the table for the meal as Elrond was the one who would not meet your eye.
"I'll be a moment, I need to wash up," he excused himself, always presentable; forever perfect.
You just sighed as he slipped from the room; a typical guest in your home, especially with his...recent increased business from the High King. "You seem pensive," CĂrdan noted, taking the bowl of salad to the table for you. "Is there anything on your mind you wish to discuss?"
"Nothing of note."
"Then speak to me of something not of note."
"If it is of no note, Grandfather, why give it voice?"
"Because it still takes up room, be it in your head and heart - which gives it validation to speak of."
You paused at the table, finding him grinning, offering an unamused glare. "I told you not to do that," you reprimanded softly.
"Do what?"
"Your - little - your pearls wisdom!" You groaned childishly, collapsing into a chair. "You can let me stew and figure things out for myself, we do not always have to speak of matters. It is an unfair advantage that I am inundated with your pearls and others toil for direction!"
CĂrdan chuckled, folding his hands before his dinner plate. "To complain of such an advantage is - "
"I know."
"Then why do it?"
"Because..."
"You are frustrated with your own emotion that you refuse to give life to?"
With a huff, you nodded, "Exactly."
"What is the matter?"
Your head shook in deflection, "Perhaps, I am just overwhelmed. I think I'll take a walk - "
"But supper - "
"I'll eat later," you promised, reaching out to lay your hand on his and smile, "I just need a few moments to breathe. Eat, enjoy, I'll find you later."
You left before another word could be spoken. When Elrond reentered the kitchen, he only found CĂrdan and wondered, "Where's Y/N?"
"She seemed distraught, saddened by something. She decided to go for a walk, clear her head a bit."
"Right," Elrond nodded, feeling awkward just standing there.
"Come, sit, eat," CĂrdan invited with a small smirk, "she's probably gone off to the workshop, she likes to write there. Says it's more inspiring than the library. Come, Elrond... She'll be awhile."
Elrond frowned and looked to the door, CĂrdan knowing his words were replaying in the half-Elf's mind. "Perhaps I should check on her?" He asked his old Master. "It would be wrong to eat without the chef, would it not?"
"I was thinking the same," the older, greying Elf nodded, "though you waste your time, that girl is stubborn - trapped in her mind too often."
"How do you mean?"
"It's why she writes," CĂrdan explained, "at least, why she writes you, I imagine. She often loses her voice, feels as if she is not entitled to it's very being - so, she writes, uses her words... And seemingly, you understand them best - relate to her, in a way. So," he took a breath, "go, if you wish, but know, she's unlikely to speak."
Elrond was out the door before CĂrdan could uncork the bottle of wine left on the table. He smirked to himself, musing, "Oh, these kids..."
You had left your home and made a beeline for your grandfather's workshop, shutting the doors with a great big breath of relief before groaning in emotional frustration. "Oh, how silly!" You snipped to yourself, "This is all so silly, it makes no sense! I mean, the way I just shut down? It's so silly! Losing my voice? Over a man? Oh, just rubbish!" Your hands shook out violently. "I just need to say it, you know? I just need to say it - then he knows, he'll know and I can get rid of this silly feeling. He deserves to hear me say it, else he might think he's unwelcome, he might not want to visit..." You were unaware of Elrond approaching the door, opening it as you groaned once more, "OH! He's just a lad! He's just like you, you silly lass! Well, not entirely just like me - but he's just - he's just Elrond! What is there to fear!?"
"Is there someone else here I should address?" Elrond smirked gently as he stepped forward to make himself known, "Or do you often speak of me, to yourself?"
You squeaked and came to a halt, dress twirling around your ankles when you spun to face him. Hands came together, instantly threading your fingers and wringing them together nervously as your visitor smiled gently and slowly (so slowly) stepped forward. With a deep breath, you greeted, "Lord Elrond."
"Oh, please," he sighed, "are we not past formalities?"
"Far beyond," you agreed, shaking your head and facing the open wall that showcased the harbor and horizon; the last of the sunlight streaking the sky with water-painted color.
"It felt wrong to indulge on such a gorgeous creature without the architect being there to experience it first," he told you, coming to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with respectable distance still between you. "Yet you fled before..."
"I'm sorry," you blurted out, feeling suffocated briefly, "I could not linger."
"Is there a reason to feel unwelcome in your own home?"
You took a breath, "Well, um, it's just - it's you... You are the reason..."
Elrond startled, "What? I-I'm sorry, what have I done? What did I do?"
"You're you," you turned to him, "and that's not your fault, but you're you, and it drives me to insanity."
"I don't think I follow? I thought - in our letters, I thought we had a connection. That we understood one another...? And now that I'm here, you shy away from me, have I truly offended you so gravely?"
"No, Elrond, you have not offended me - it's the opposite," you risked your own comfort and reached out for his bicep first; which, in turn, made him step closer. "You are not betrayed, nor are you mistaken. There's a connection, of course there is. I do not know anyone who could fake such affection for such an extended period of time," you scoffed.
"Perhaps Sauron - "
"But you nor I are he."
"No," Elrond smiled gently, shifting his arms downward to hold your elbows and caress you into his chest as your hands were rearranged to his chest, "we are not, thank the Valar."
"I do not deceive you. The affection I hold for you, it's authentic and genuine. It's real, Elrond, it's real..."
"It is?" He asked, lifting a hand to hold your jaw; thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.
"It is. I was just... You disarm me. You make me small again, you make me tongue-tied, confused, excited - like everything is new again. And it both scares and invigorates me that I do not know what to do in those moments, so I hide from you. In your letters, I can plan my words; but when you're here, in front of me, under my hands," you cooed, petting his velvet tunic, "I lose my nerve. My senses..."
Elrond chuckled, hands drifting down to hold you by the base of your ribcage, "This... This is a relief to hear. I worried I offended you, that I had upset you in some way. That I ruined this before it had a chance to take shape."
"Hardly," you mused. "I lose my nerve around you, I feel so silly - so young and green to love..."
"'Love'?" He repeated.
"Oh, I just - I only meant - "
"Take comfort in the fact that the feeling is mutual, my sweet." Elrond chuckled, caressing your cheek lovingly, "I fear the High King may grow tired of me asking to personally deliver CĂrdan his letters."
"Perhaps I will have to find reason to visit you?"
"I would like that, perhaps more than I should admit," he whispered, slowly lowering his lips onto yours for a much awaited kiss - giving you every opportunity to back out, but it's not like you ever would. Not when you've waited for this for so long. His hand now cupped your jaw, sliding sweetly towards the back of your neck. Kissing Elrond was everything you thought: soft, gentle, evenly-paced, commandeering, all encompassing, and mind-numbing; you never wanted this to end, you never wanted to stop kissing him.
However, your moment was cut short by a loud crunching; pulling back as Elrond did, both turning to the main doors to spy your grandfather, CĂrdan, standing there smugly. He was holding a bowl made of bamboo, eating a crisp salad, barely holding back his grin. Upon seeing his mirthful expression, you deflated into Elrond's chest; his arm coiling around your waist to keep you anchored in place while the other dropped to open his stance - proving he didn't feel defensive.
"Grandfather?" You questioned softly.
"Mh," he swallowed his bite, "don't mind me, just appreciating the fruits of my labor."
"I beg your pardon?" You laughed.
CĂrdan shrugged, "You are both young and intelligent. Wise. Insightful," he listed, "yet you are so naĂŻve to think this union was yours alone."
Elrond glanced down at you in confusion, brows furrowed, asking, "What do you mean, my Lord?"
"Grandfather, it was Elrond and I who penned letters for decades - "
"Indeed," CĂrdan agreed, "but why do you think the High King has sent Lord Elrond to us so often these past few months?"
You were both stunned into silence, Elrond asking, "You? You asked him to...to send me?"
"I did," CĂrdan nodded, "it is disheartening to see my granddaughter, whom I love so utterly and dearly, driven into isolation because emotions can be so complicated and difficult. It was time for you two to finally confront your emotions, and after three months, we both knew we had to up our efforts..."
"The High King was in on this!?" You squeaked, feeling embarrassment seize your heart.
"You know, despite being High King, Gil-Galad is still fun," CĂrdan defended with a smirk. "So, he devised new engagements to send Elrond here for - giving the two of you longer days together between my responses. He agreed to send Herald Elrond himself here upon my encouragement. From your first interaction, I saw what you two have always felt. It's good of you to admit your feelings, is it not? Relieving, I mean?"
"Terribly," you agreed, Elrond rubbing your waist in support.
"Well, then you'll be happy to know, I've begun my response to Gil-Galad, so you'll have a few more days here, Elrond. I expect that boat done," he teased, "and upon your return to Lindon, I will be sending my granddaughter to accompany you as my own emissary."
"What for?" You breathed in shocked happiness, lips turning up brightly.
"It is time you begin a new education, my girl," he grinned, "and the High King has granted his blessing."
"Why would the High King be involved for my education?"
"I want you on a tour of Middle-earth," he explained, "meeting dignitaries, taking notes on what you see, hear, experience. I want detailed accounts, my girl, for our records so the King has agreed to send Herald Elrond to guide your tour."
"You've done all of that... For me?" You couldn't help the tears that sprung to your eyes, pure glee lightening your heart and head. Then, a sudden thought made you worry, "Why? Do you wish to away with me?"
"On the contrary," Cirdan set aside his bowl and approached you, Elrond letting go so you two could meet in the middle of the workshop, "I despise the idea of letting you go, even to carry my work back to the High King... Knowing you'll return shortly... But sending you on this tour is a necessity, sweet girl, because I only trust your written accounts. It's time... It's time for you to see the world I've long protected you from as it truly is and bring us back update records and accounts, and who better to show it to you than Elrond Peredhel?" He smiled, looking over your shoulder at his ex-student. You felt Elrond near your flank, CĂrdan looking at the two of you fondly; even reaching out to caress your cheek as he breathed in deeply. "What joy my heart feels, knowing you two have found one another."
"What joy we feel you decided to play matchmaker," you chuckled.
"Well, they say perfection only exists in Valinor, but I was determined to challenge that."
part two: The Risk
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#everything needs to stop being so interesting. like bro i wanna focus on one thing at a time#but not its like everything constantly so im like trying to hype myself up to do photosynthesis stuff bc#its interesting and will b useful before i start my phd#but my brain is like: no. u want to draw and learn about the history of religion in the near east#someday someone will approach me wanting to convert me to their religion and they will not be prepared for my readiness to#jump into theological discussion. like if my dad dragged me to church now id probably go harass the pastor afterwards and b very critical#abt their presentation lmao. religion is just super interesting from an academic perspective#it is a bit weird tho bc now when i see ppl getting weird and gate keepy abt obscure religious stuff im like bro wtf#thats probably an aspect taken from other traditions of the time before the judeo christian god was consolidated as an idea#like theres so much lore and interpretation wtf r u talking abt? and then im like oh wait. i somehow forgot this is a religion and ppl#believe these stories as the word of god. which makes it even more interesting bc it makes academic discussion contentions#sigh. whatever. also shout out to the time i got into the truck for sampling. turned to my lab mate and went: hey i went in deep on the#jesus lore so im gonna rant at u for like an hour about unpacking jesus the man thr myth thr legend lmao#to b fair it was kinda his fault i started on this path bc hes like weird and judgmental abt ppl believing in religion and i was like hm i#dont like that. religion is interesting. i will not learn more bc u have annoyed me. bc that's how my brain works and here we r#last year evolution was my big thing and this year its near eastern religion lmao#unrelated#*i will lean more. not i will not learn more
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youâre not sleeping on the floor - steve harrington imagine
summary: reader spends the night at Nancyâs after a party and gets an uexpected guest at bedtime... no warnings as such in this one :)
word count: 2.3k
notes: yikes itâs been a while, this has been in my drafts for TIIIIIME. Anyway, enjoy :) hereâs the link to my masterlist if youâre interested !
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âYou take the spare room, (y/n).â Nancy chirps in her deliriously drunken state as she flings open the Wheelerâs spare room. Youâre met with a double bed, neatly made with plush pillows and a crochet throw to decorate. It looks sweet, and happily undisturbed, unlike the rest of the house following the party, which youâve already promised to help clear away in the morning.Â
Nancy swiftly places a small kiss on your cheek before turning on her heels, âSleep well, no snoring, Iâm only down the hall!â With a roll of your eyes, you saunter down the hall to the bathroom where you flick the light on and close the door softly.Â
In the bathroom, you place your overnight bag on the counter and fish around for your toothbrush. Upon finding it, with a yawn, you twist the lid from your toothpaste and place a sloppy dot of mint infused gel to the head and start to brush. As youâre brushing, you tune into the sounds of people calming down for the night in the rest of the house. Doors closing, slow footsteps tracing back and forth in the hall and up and down the stairs, hushed voices and drunken giggles permeate the house and you smile. Still, youâre left wondering about someone in particular. Someone who seemed to disappear part way through the night, much to your sheer disappointment. Youâre pondering where Steve went. He was supposed to be staying too, but you did see him chatting to Paige, so you figure heâs left with her. Before the thought could get too overwhelming and add a downer to your otherwise fun evening, you spit into the sink and get yourself ready for bed.Â
After you change into your pyjamas, you unlock the bathroom door and head back across to the spare room, closing the door softly behind you. The sheets are cool against your warmed skin as you pull them back and get comfortable before knocking the light off and shuffling further down into the bed. Within minutes, you feel yourself on the edge of a sound slumber, slowly drifting into a dreamlike state as your head swims as the effects of the alcohol wear off. Youâre unaware of how much time has passed before youâre abruptly snapped back into consciousness. The bed dips and you hear a heavy sigh from next to you, someoneâs made their way in here... As soon as your brain registers this, you quickly gasp loudly and shoot up, sitting bolt upright searching around for the lamp on the bedside table. As your fingers fumble around under the lampshade for the small switch, you feel the weight shuffle around again, paired with the ruffle of the duvet as itâs thrown back, as the person stands up from the bed.Â
Click.Â
The room is bathed in light as your eyes squint at the sudden brightness, a harsh contrast from the darkness that previously cloaked the room. You turn to the side of the bed and then your eyes meet the figure stood next to it, a palm covering their eyes from the sudden brightness.
âSteve?! What the hell are you doing?! You almost gave me a heart attack.â You harshly whisper at him as he stands squinting back at you.
âShit, Iâm sorry!â He whispers back, âI didnât realise anyone was in here. All the couches are taken, and I didnât know where else to go.â His hand rakes through his hair as he shifts from foot to foot.Â
An irritable huff escapes your lips, âI thought you left with Paige?â Your intonation pitches to make it sound like a question, and Steveâs features soften.Â
With a shake of his head, he runs his fingers over his mouth, âGod no.â Heâs still whispering, âI thought you left too, I was trying to find you.âÂ
He was? He was... hm. Interesting. âWell youâve found me, and woken me up.â You laugh slightly at the harsh whispers the pair of you are passing back and forth. Slyly, you catch Steveâs eyes wander down your front at your pyjama top before back up to meet your eyes and you could swear thereâs a tinge of pink decorating his cheeks.Â
âIâm just gonna...â He starts, taking the two unused pillows from the bed and placing them on the floor, starting to lie down.Â
âWait Steve,â you start, realising heâs willing to sleep on the floor. Although the pair of you have been friends for a while and have on nights like this shared some drunken feelings with one another, itâs a thing that just keeps getting passed over as time goes on. But now, knowing heâs going to sleep on the floor, you feel a rush of warmth and confidence fill you. âYou canât sleep on the floor.â You state simply.Â
His head pops up over the side of the bed as you pull the comforter closer to you. âWhy not? Youâll want that nice big bed to yourself. Iâll be fine here.â He shrugs.
You answer by simply pulling the comforter back on the other side of the bed. âCome on, get in so I can turn the damn light off and go back to sleep.âÂ
âYou sure youâre okay with sharing a bed?âÂ
âYes!â Your harsh whispers return as your tired impatience builds and he quickly stands up, places the pillows back and stands still, as if someone has an invisible iron grip on him. âSteve, câmon.â You tut as he maintains eye contact and you watch as his chest rises and falls quickly. âI get youâre being respectful, but you donât need to do that,â you say as you turn back to the light and knock the switch off before sliding back down in the bed and getting comfortable. You hear him drop his jacket onto the floor and slide out of his jeans before pulling back the comforter and letting himself sink down into the mattress.Â
The pair of you lie in silence for a few minutes, and judging by Steveâs now steady breathing, youâre assuming heâs fallen asleep. But for you, the opposite. The feeling of impending sleep that was flooding your body moments ago has gone and you feel hypersensitive to every noise that your ears register. With a small huff, you turn over onto your back and cross your arms over your chest atop the covers.Â
âYou good?â His voice startles you through the dark and you turn your head slightly, trying to make out his position in the bed next to you.Â
âCanât sleep.â Your voice comes out tired and impatient, youâre already recognising how tired and cranky youâll be tomorrow because of your lack of sleep.Â
Before too long, you feel the bed shift again and Steveâs weight comes slightly closer as you still lie on your back. âDid you have a good night?â His voice remains calm and quiet.
You nod at him through the dark, but then realise he wonât really be able to see your reply. âYeah, I did. It was fun.â Your head is still turned to face Steve and your eyes are gradually getting used to the dark and his shape is becoming clearer, and it is much closer than before. âDid you?âÂ
He takes in a deep breath before exhaling, âSort of.â His apparent drunkenness he entered the room with seems to have settled.
âSort of?â You question before turning onto your side to face him, the arm youâre lying on bends upwards to come under your pillow, a position youâve always found comfortable since being younger.Â
âYeah, I guess. Donât get me wrong I did have a good time. I just wish Iâd spent a bit more time with someone.âÂ
In the darkness, your eyebrows furrow, âReally? Who was it?â You are completely ignorant to his hints, and he loves that about you.
âShe just looked amazing.â He starts and your stomach drops a little, disappointed that heâs going to spend the time now describing someone else to you. âI kept looking over at her laughing and joking around with her friends.â He stops and takes a deep inhale; your body feels heavy at the thought of him admiring someone from afar. He continues, âShe had a beautiful, like orange satin-y dress on,â suddenly your breath hitches and your mouth feels dry. You think of your overnight bag, at the bottom of the bed, with that very dress folded up in. âThereâd be times where weâd make eye contact, you know, and Iâd just totally freeze and feel like an asshole.â You swallow quietly, trying so hard to make your mouth feel like anything but sandpaper. âSeeing her tonight made me realise that Iâve been wasting my time getting to know the wrong people. When really, sheâs been right in front of me all along.â You darenât breathe in case you miss what heâs saying, you almost canât believe it. In your mind, doubts unfurl like mist curling along the edge of a lake, but all you can do is listen for more. âI think Iâve always just been scared that she doesnât feel the same, you know?â Â
Silence. Nobody says anything else, and heâs so worried that heâs just fucked it up. Surely youâve realised heâs speaking about you, or so he hopes youâve realised. â...Steve,â you start, surely this is all too good to be true? âShe does.âÂ
âHm?â He replies quicker than you expected.
You clear your throat as a signal of finality almost, âShe does feel the same, idiot.â A giggle punctuates the end of your sentence like a period and your cheeks flush.Â
In the darkness, his figure is still indistinguishable, but the bed shifts to let you know heâs moving closer. Only a slight outline is visible and your heart picks up speed dramatically, throbbing in your chest. Gently, you lift your hand up and bump into Steveâs arm, making you realise heâs much closer than you thought. With a deep breath, you slowly move your hand up his arm, tracing your fingernails lightly over his bare arm before you reach the end of his t-shirt sleeve. At his shoulder, you move your hand along, gliding across his collarbone that peeks out from the neck of his shirt before you finally place your fingers at the base of his neck. Ever so slightly, you can feel the slight of his pulse beating underneath the tips of your fingers as they gently rest on his neck. With one final, wilful urge, your hand moves up to rest on his cheek, your thumb swiping across it, hoping that youâre not about to poke him in the eye. Your own skin is now covered with goosebumps that have risen in anticipation of the proximity you both now share. Whilst your hand made your way to its current position, you felt yourself shift even closer to him. Underneath the cover, his hand confidently finds your waist and he tightens his grip, pulling you close to finally close the gap between you both. His hand glides down to the side of your thigh where he pulls your leg up to rest over his hip, once itâs resting comfortably, he traces his hand over places he could only have ever dreamed of touching. Your heart now hammers wildly in your chest and your skin feels like itâs on fire from his touch.Â
âYouâre so beautiful.â He whispers, his breath lightly fanning over your lips, again reminding you just how close you both are.
Your fingers trail down to the collar of his shirt where you give it a soft pull, inching him agonisingly closer. âYou canât even see me.â Teasingly, you brush your lips against his and you feel his grip tighten on your hips, he hadnât expected you to feel the same, but he is absolutely not complaining.Â
âI donât need to see you to know.â And before you know it, his hand leaves your hips and comes up to hold your jaw, his thumb placing itself right underneath your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before you feel his lips on yours. You both lose yourselves within each other as he kisses you slowly, meaningfully, like months of pent-up emotions are seeping through his kiss and you feel as if youâre melting into him, his grip staying strong on your jaw.Â
In synchronisation, your lips move together effortlessly, and you feel at ease together, like itâs the most natural thing to have happened between the pair of you. After what felt like an eternity, but was no longer than half a minute, you slowly pull away from one another. His thumb grazes over your chin and you tip your chin into his hand, enjoying the feeling of support that heâs offering you.Â
âWear that dress again for me sometime, hm?â His voice is low, raspy with the fog of worn off alcohol and lust.Â
That one sentence, those eight simple words, send your heart into eruptions of excitement and thank God itâs dark because your cheeks tinge the colour of fresh beets. The whirlwind of feelings leaves you unable to communicate with efficiency, so you place another small kiss upon his lips with a brief nod, one youâre sure he will feel due to the proximity of you both. A roar fills your ears as your cheeks tighten with a smile and you shift down, moulding to the shape of his body as you tuck your head into the crevice between his neck and shoulder. If anyone were to walk in, it would look as if you were both used to doing this, they would think it was the most natural thing in the world. Happily, the thought brings you a sense of pride and calm that you hadnât experienced for so long. Â
#masterlist#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington angst#stranger things prompts#stranger things imagine#stranger things preferences#stranger things blurbs#stranger things imagines#steve harrington x you#steve harrington drabble#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington#steve harrington comfort#steve harrington dialogue#steve harrington fic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington imagines#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x fem#steve harrington x y/n
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play wresting â gojo satoru.
(Warning for mild not sfw implications)
âSo this is it, then? Iâve finally⌠finally been bested.âÂ
From this vantage point, you tower over a certain melodramatic man, whose long limbs cover the king sized bed at awkward angles. His soft, snowy hair blends in with the stark white comforter. He tries lifting himself up, but his arms buckle from the exertion of such a physically demanding act. The feigned helplessness comes close to breaking your composure.Â
âHumor a dying manâs final request,â Gojo rasps. âDid you ever love me? Or were you just after the money and status all along?âÂ
The term money and status reverberates in your head, taking you back to the rumors whispered behind closed doors by those opposed to your engagement. Gojo, being the person he is, delighted in playing into your supposed alternative motives whenever a âwell-intentionedâ member of the more conservative factions tried tipping him off.Â
âBabe? Did you hear that?â He had called you over once, a hand to his chest, as if heâd learned the most scandalous news. âThis man here said youâre only after my assets. Is this true? I thought for sure it was my devastatingly good looks and charm that won you over.âÂ
(The face of the man in question went beet red over how loud Gojo spoke these words. Unsurprisingly, he slunk off at the earliest opportunity).Â
You try assuming your role as the indifferent black widow here, looking down your nose at him. âNope. Iâve been biding my time all these years.âÂ
Youâre not sure what spurred him on to flex his acting muscles. When you entered the room, you were overcome with the urge to tackle him onto the bed. Youâve both loved roughhousing each other since you were in high school. Given the sheer, unfathomable extent of Gojoâs abilities, he was perfectly capable of dodging you or standing firm against your attempts. Alas, those two options must not have interested him.Â
And so heâs writhing in faux agony, putting on a show, as he is wont to do.Â
âDo I get any final requests?âÂ
âHm,â you hum, fighting how desperately your lips wish to curl into a smile, âThat depends. What is it?âÂ
Whatever he murmurs next is unintelligible.Â
Curious, you step forward, urging him to repeat himself. He does. Despite speaking slightly louder, the syllables and consonants blur together, spoken in such rapid succession that your brain canât piece it together. You draw close enough for your knees to hit the side of the bed. Whatever heâs planning, this must be the grand finale.Â
This time, you understand him perfectly fine. You donât know whether you should laugh or roll your eyes. Perhaps both.Â
âLet me hit it, just one more time,â Gojo says these words as if in actual pain, successfully melting your apathetic facade.Â
You can feel the satisfaction rolling off him in waves over the fact you broke first. Not willing to accept total defeat, you huff and pivot on your heels. You can feel his eyes boring into your back as you saunter toward the door. You answer the question thatâs undoubtedly burning his tongue before he can speak it.Â
âConsider your request denied. I need to start searching for my next rich husband â time is of the essence.âÂ
You gape as the once open door is now shut, faster than you could blink. In front of it is your apparently resuscitated Gojo Satoru, who acts as a human barricade. He extends his long arms out to ensure youâre not going anywhere. His grin is all teeth and his brilliant blue eyes gleam.Â
âSorry babe, this rich husbandâs still alive and kicking. Better luck next time.âÂ
#an anon requested play wrestling with gojo and blade#but i love that concept so much i'll do a lil scenario for those currently in my Husband Rotation#starting with the white-haired menace#gojo satoru x reader#jjk x reader#gojo brainrot#my stuff
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hector fort who loves teasing reader over anything and everything! they can b already dating or just friends ^_^
Lucky for you â HĂŠctor Fort.
Pairing: HĂŠctor Fort x Fem!Reader
Summary: An ice cream hang out with your best friend that turns into something much more, with a side of teasing.
Word count: 900
Disclaimer/s: fluff + teasing via HĂŠctor!
A/N: i donât even want to talk abt how iâve had this in my drafts since August..
The summer heat wrapped around your body comfortably. You wore a pink summer dress that gave you just enough cover without making you sweat uncontrollably. A bonus was the ice cream that kept your mouth and hands cold, further lessening your body temperature.
Across the table from you sat HĂŠctor, your best friend. He had the day off and you two hadnât seen each other a lot recently, so he figured itâd be a good day to take you out in the city.
You met at your favorite ice cream parlor that had a balcony overlooking the ocean. HĂŠctor was in the middle of telling you something Lamine had told him at practice, adorning a wide smile that reached his eyes as he laughed.
You could hardly comprehend what he was telling you, if you were being completely honest. Somehow, your attention span had disappeared, your soul focus being on HĂŠctorâs smile.
The teen noticed the second youâd fallen into a daze. Youâd went from complete sentences, to simple hums, nods, and two worded responses. His lips pull into a teasing smile, âand then I bought an elephant and rode it off into the sunset.â
You hum, nodding your head slowly, then you blink. Wait, huh? âWhat?â Your spoon clangs into the near empty bowl of ice cream.
âAm I that handsome you just opt out of listening to a very interesting story?â He quirks an eyebrow. âI mean, donât get me wrong, I do not mind at all.â
Exhaling slowly, you roll your eyes. âShut up. I was just thinking.â Wow! Very convincing. Even you didnât believe that would throw him off.
âAbout me, obviously.â HĂŠctor grins. âOr, what else could you possibly be thinking about? Hm?â
Your tongue darts out to chase your lips, tasting the excess ice cream on it. âNo. I was thinking aboutâŚâ You trail off, brain suddenly blank of excuses. âWhy donât you go ahead and shove your mouth full of ice cream and leave me alone, sound good?â
HĂŠctor tskâs, his tongue clicking against the top of his mouth. âNuh-uh! Come on, admit it, you were admiring how good I look.â
Suddenly, the heat of the summer sun was getting to you. Your face flushes red, your hands grow clammy. Definitely the sun, not what your best friend had just said. It was totally the suns fault. âYouâre insufferable. Remind me why iâm friends with you?â
The curly haired boy cocks his head to the side, âiâve been wondering the same thing.â He is quick to add, âwhy weâre just friends, that is.â
OhhhhâŚ
Oh that got you.
âVery funny.â You stutter out, âso! Ice cream? How is it?â That had to be the most pathetic attempt at saving yourself.
HĂŠctorâs face grows a bit more serious, though it was still full of humor. âQuit deflecting. Iâm serious! Why are we friends, just friends?â
In that moment, your ice cream became the most interesting thing in the world. You play with the melting ice cream nervously. âHĂŠctorâŚâ You sigh, âdonât say things like that.â
HĂŠctor leans back on the cushioned seat, âwhy not? Are you trying to say you donât like me?â He knew you did. Itâs not like you werenât (unfortunately) very obvious.
âThatâs notââ Your lips pull into a thin line, âare you teasing me again?â
âIâm dead serious! I wouldnât tease you about this.. well, I would, but iâm not right now.â He swears, holding one hand to his heart and one in the air, âon my whole football career.â
Your gaze finally flickers back up to the boy, eyebrows lifting curiously. âYouâre serious about this?â
âVery.â He nods, âso?â
You take a deep breath, pushing the glass ice cream bowl away from your hands so you could clasp them together. âFine. Sure, HĂŠctor. There is like, a possibility that itâs true. Of course, that is if thereâs also a possibilityââ
âOh, I do. No questioning.â He was straight forward, eyes flickering across your face as his lips twitch into a smirk.
Suppressing a smile, you laugh lightly. âOkay, straight to the point⌠well, now what?â You lean toward the table, head rolling to the side with a lifted eyebrow.
âWell, I propose the next time we go out for ice cream, we label it a date. Not just a.. what do we call this?â His forehead creases as he motions between the two of you.
You tap your chin, thinking for a moment. âWell, a hang out, idiot.â You laugh, âas friendâs usually do.â
âAnd we arenât friends anymore, so next time itâs a date.â He smiles, sitting up straight in his seat. âWe could always go somewhere nicer, if you want.â
âI like our simplicity.â You shrug, âso I prefer it that way. No big things, waitââ You point a finger up, âdonât believe thatâs how iâm going to feel when weâre dating. I expect big things from you, Mr.Fort.â
HĂŠctor chuckles, his head shaking as the laughter flows from his lips. You were so glad you could enjoy that sound without having to attempt to hide it. âI would never imagine doing anything but big things for you.â
Your knees felt weak. He was making you so giddy, you couldnât help the wide smile that lifted your entire face. âGood.â Thatâs all you could even say, you were in such a happy daze.
âGood.â He hums, nodding his head with a smile that matched yours, if not bigger.
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You should totally write reader being an actor too and being in avengers and her character is a love interest of Natasha but her and Lizzie have been dating forever anyway. So her character has to be in a scene where Scarlett x R are lovey dovey and kissing and sheâs a little :( Like she knows itâs the job but also upsets her to see her kissing other women, even if it is a friend thatâs Scarlett. After sheâs so possessive, she drags her off to the dressing room to claim herđ¤
Jealousy, Jealousy | Elizabeth Olsen
Pairings: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader
Warnings: strap usage, dirty talk, mommy kink
Word count: 1.9k
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âKiss me.â I whispered softly, my girlfriend looking deeply into my eyes before gently pressing her lips to mine, mindful of my injury so she didnât hurt me.
I held her face in my hands and closed my eyes, the soft feel of her lips against mine almost bringing tears to my eyes.
Natasha pulled away and rested her forehead against my own, sighing as she realized this would probably be our last kiss.
âCut! Beautiful, girls! Absolutely fantastic!â
The cast and crew applauded and Scarlett and I parted, smiling at each other proudly. The scene had been stressful, emotional and draining, but now it was over and it had been completed perfectly.
I looked over at my girlfriend who was watching from the sidelines, looking a little pouty. She was adorable, standing there by herself in her Wanda costume, eyeing us silently.
I made a move to walk over to her when the director caught Scarlettâs and my attention.
âLadies, weâd like to do scene 22 again, if thatâs okay with you both?â
âSure, thatâs fine.â I said, looking towards Scarlett who nodded in agreement.
We went back to our places, Lizzieâs pout deepening as Scarlett got on top of me on the makeshift bed, caressing my face softly.
âAnd ⌠action!â
âYouâll be okay, I promise.â
âYou canât keep that promise.â I said softly.
âThey wonât find you here.â
âTheyâll never stop looking for me, Natasha.â
âIâll kill them all before they touch you.â
âStop,â I spoke against her lips, inching closer to her. âJust âŚâ
She pressed herself against me, kissing me softly, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I let out a whimper, pulling her down on top of me and grabbing at her greedily.
She began to take off my shirt, kissing my neck as she groped at me.
âCut! Thank you both! Weâre done for today!â
Scarlett handed me back my costume and I smiled in thanks, slipping it back on before getting off of the bed. I rushed over to Elizabeth, excited to be done with filming and would finally be able to spend some time with her.
âHi, baby.â I said smiling up at her, before realizing she wasnât smiling back at me. âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing.â She averted her eyes, looking down at the ground instead of at me.
âHey,â I said gently, encouraging her to look at me. âTalk to me.â
âCan we talk in my trailer? I really donât wanna do this in front of everyone.â
âDo what?â I was afraid of her answer.
âPlease, just, letâs go.â
She took me by the hand and practically stormed off with me. We made it to my trailer in record time, and I followed in behind her, closing the door behind us.
âWhatâs going on, Lizzie?â
She turned to face me, her chest heaving, her eyes dark.
âYou seemed to really enjoy those scenes you were doing.â
I stared at her blankly, not following her.
âWhat do you mean?â
âIt looked like you had forgotten who you belonged to.â
When her words finally registered in my brain, I flushed a deep red, realizing what she was saying.
âI would never âŚâ
âAre you sure? Because I heard you moan for her.â
âLizzie, I was just âŚâ
âYou were just what, hm, baby?â She approached me slowly, like a cat going after small prey.
âI was acting.â My voice was small, trembling as she pinned me up against the door, caging me in with an arm on either side of me.
âSounded too real to just be acting.â
âP-please,â I whispered softly. âLizzie âŚâ
âPlease what?â
I could feel her hot breath on my face and I couldnât help but tremble with need underneath her. She was jealous and it was fucking hot.
âShow me who I belong to.â
âHave you forgotten?â
I shook my head.
She crashed her lips against my own and I melted against her, my mouth opening for her to claim me. She wasted no time in slipping her tongue past my lips and exploring my mouth. I moaned softly, grabbing onto her shoulders and pulling myself up against her.
She pressed her knee between my legs and my breath hitched, pulse racing as my hips moved against her strong thigh.
âLook how needy you are. Is that for me?â
âYes,â I whined. âOnly you.â
âI shouldnât even touch you, the way you moaned for Scarlett.â
âI-I didnât.â I whimpered softly, looking up into her eyes desperately.
âOh no? Shall I ask them to play back the footage?â
âNo,â I blushed deeply, knowing she was right. âDonât do that.â
âHm.â She put pressure on my core and I let out a whine. âSounds like you already know what youâve done.â
âIâm sorry.â I bucked against her and she pulled her leg away from me.
âYou know, youâll have to be punished now, right?â
I nodded, but pouted up at her, hoping to earn some sympathy points with her.
âUse your words, baby.â
âYes, maâam.â
âGood girl. Now,â she took my hand and led me over to the couch, sitting down and patting her lap. âLay down.â
I took a deep breath and laid myself down, my ass propped up on her lap. She ran her hand over the swell of my ass before tugging on my pants and bringing them down to my knees.
âCount.â
She rested her hand on my legs before smacking my ass.
âOne!â I cried out.
Another smack.
âTwo!â I could feel my tears building up in my eyes.
Another hit, and another and another before I lost count and I cried, grabbing at the pillows underneath me, sobbing into them. My panties were soaked and her hand slipping between my legs to check only made them wetter.
âYou liked that, huh?â
âY-yes, maâam.â
âYouâre completely soaked.â
I was so embarrassed. My hips jerked and my body trembled as she touched me through my panties, featherlike touches that I could just barely feel.
âPoor baby. Do you need me to touch you?â
âYes!â My voice was muffled by the cushion.
She pulled my panties down my legs, letting them meet my pants and slipped her hand between my thighs, her fingers dipping in my heat.
âYouâre wet like this just from getting punished?â I nodded sheepishly. âI should punish you more often.â
âNo.â I whined. âI want love and kisses.â
âIs that what you want?â
I nodded again.
âWhat makes you think you deserve it?â
âIâm a good girl.â I said softly. âI counted just like you asked.â
âYou did.â She agreed. âBut, you also lost count.â
âThatâs because you did too many.â
âI did too many?â She asked with faux sympathy. âWell, how many do you think you deserved?â Her fingers moved inside me and I bit back a moan.
âNone.â
âNone?â Her quiet voice came out surprised. âI donât think thatâs the right answer.â
âTwo?â
She pumped her fingers in and out of me twice before she stopped moving completely.
âThatâs it?â
âNo, more!â
âNo more?â She pulled her fingers out of me and I let out a whimpering cry, my hips bucking towards her.
âNo, keep going, please!â
âIâm not sure you deserve it.â
âI do. Iâm your good girl.â I wiggled my ass, trying to get her to touch me again. âIâll be so good for you.â
âIâm sure you will.â She rubbed my ass, sure to be gentle. âDo you wanna suck my cock so I can fuck you, love?â
âYes.â I sniffled and she helped me stand up.
I kicked off my shoes, pants and panties and went over to her bag, digging around inside for the strap I knew she kept in there for situations just like this. I brought it back over to her and got on my knees, making sure to not put too much pressure on my raw ass. She stood from the couch and slipped herself out of her own costume, dropping it on the floor beside mine and stepped into the harness I was holding out for her to get into. She secured it tightly around her hips, moaning as she sat down and stroked the cock at the apex of her thighs.
âCome here, pretty girl.â She said as she grabbed me gently by the hair, pulling me towards her.
I licked my lips excitedly as I approached her, sticking my tongue out so I could lick the tip of the cock.
âThat's right, baby,â she guided my head down so I would take the shaft completely in my mouth. âTake mommyâs cock.â
I tried to relax as I took her into my mouth, breathing out of my nose and closing my eyes as she hit the back of my throat. From the sounds she was making, it was almost as if she could feel what I was doing to her. Her hips were jerking upward towards me and she was moaning softly, her fingers threaded through my hair, gripping at it tightly. If I didnât know better, I wouldâve thought she was close to release.
âI could cum just from watching that pretty mouth wrap around my cock.â
I squeezed my legs together, another gush of wetness spreading between my thighs. Sometimes I couldnât believe the things she said to me, she was always so fucking hot.
She pulled me off of her, a trail of saliva went from my lips to the tip of her cock and she groaned at the sight.
âYouâre so fucking sexy, baby.â She helped me stand and brought me onto her lap, my legs on either side of her and her cock pressing against my core. âYouâre gonna ride me, arenât you, my pretty girl?â
âYes, mommy,â I took a deep breath and led her to my heat, taking her slowly. âIâm gonna fuck myself on you.â
She leaned back, watching as I took her inch by delicious inch. She bit her lip and took hold of my hips, guiding me down onto her slowly.
âLook at that hungry pussy.â She said, almost in awe. âLook at how well you take me.â
I braced myself on her shoulders, nails digging into her soft skin, as I fucked her. The coil in my belly tightened as I rolled my hips against her, her hands sliding down from my thighs to my pussy where she played with my clit.
My hips jerked and bucked as she thrust up into me, pulling me down onto her and filling me up with her length. I clenched around her as I came, bringing myself closer to her and capturing her lips with my own, kissing her as I rode out my high.
She kissed me back and slapped my raw ass, making me jerk against her.
âMommy, Iâm gonna cum again.â I whispered against her lips and she smiled.
âCum for me again, baby. Cum for mommy.â
Almost on command, my body shook with pleasure, and I came against her again. She thrust up into me hard, prolonging my high and milking her cock with my greedy cunt.
âYou did so good for me, baby.â She breathed against me, peppering kisses all along my face.
I smiled and nuzzled against her, burying my face in the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close, still inside me.
âYou ready for a nap?â I nodded at her words and she held onto me tightly as she adjusted us on the couch, laying us down and cradling me close.
âStay inside me.â I said softly and she nodded, closing her eyes and relaxing against me.
I sighed happily, kissing her chin and getting comfortable. Maybe scenes with Scarlett had its advantages.
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