#thank you for your patience you angel ❤️

[ficsforgaza]

Here is the official calendar and masterlist for our Kinktober event! We were able to raise a total of $403 USD for Gaza through this initiative, so thank you to everyone who has donated their time and money to make this all come to life! Below you will find our schedule for the month and all the wonderful fics we have lined up. ❤️ the Mods

Links below the cut!

@nanamis-bigtie: Privilege (Satoru Gojo, Free Use)

@arvandus: The Suffocation of Fear (Atsuya Kusakabe, Choking)

@hor3nee: Hucow (Leon Kennedy, Hucow)

@prettyboykatsuki: Untitled (Isagi Yoichi, Voyeurism)

@euthymiya: Rumors (Kamisato Ayato, Creampie)

@stunie: Untitled (Suo Hayato, Cuckolding)

@threadbaresweater: Primal (Togame Jo, Deepthroating)

@hwaithie: Brutal Pleasures (Blade, CNC)

@minnaci: At Your Service (Sampo Koski, Cross-Dressing)

@cruel-hiraeth: As You Wish (Diluc Ragnvindr, Bondage)

@madaqueue: Like We Were Made To (Satoru Gojo, Omegaverse)

@hauntedhokage: Untitled (Kento Nanami, Sex Toys)

@goxjo: Favor or Fervor (Childe, Dubcon)

@mangostarjam: Home Cooking (Haruka Sakura, Scent Kink)

@strawberrystepmom: Untitled (Rengoku Kyojuro, Praise)

@dreamerdeity: Slow Down Babe (Dottore, Somnophilia)

@auraxins: Untitled (Fu Xuan, Body Worship)

@/hauntedhokage: Untitled (Boothill, Roleplay)

@aelilith: Bound by Lust (Suo Hayato, Shibari)

@fyodior: Untitled (Nobara Kugisaki, Scissoring)

@lovemikage: Bed Chem (Bachira Meguru, Humiliation)

@persicipen: Untitled (Argenti, Weapons)

@soft-zawa-png: Babygirl (Takami Keigo, Spanking)

@faededaway: Untitled (Ochako, Pillow Humping)

@/threadbaresweater: Just This Once (Suguru Geto, Breeding)

@dilucs-princess: Untitled (Nagi Seishiro, Face Sitting)

@blueparadis: Hottest Summer on Record (Higuruma Hiromi, Nanami Kento, Double Penetration)

@spikesbunny: Sweet Tea (Ruan Mei, Aphrodisiacs)

@nagumoan: Bite Your Tongue (Jiaoqiu, Exhibitionism)

@attractedtopeoples: Sweetheart (Roronoa Zoro, Subspace)

@tacticalhimbo: Untitled (Leon Kennedy, Pegging)

@vennilavee: Diet Pepsi (Nagi Seishiro, Squirting)

@yuutito: Untitled (Yuuta Okkotsu Yuuta, Femdom)

@head-shoulders-knees-pain: Untitled (Aventurine, Glove Kink)

@hanmaitani: A Siren’s Call (Bachira Meguru, Monsterfucking)

@mintmatcha: Untitled (Tasuku Tsubakino, Lingerie)

@/prettyboykatsuki: untitled (Sakura Hakura, Cam Sex)

@/head-shoulders-knees-pain: Untitled (Angel Devil, Phone Sex)

@/euthymiya: Lumidouse Season (Wriothesley, Sex Pollen)

@boundinparchment / Secret Euphoria (Childe, Belly Bulge)

@kentophilia: Untitled (Suguru Geto, Gloryhole)

@yandereshingeki: The Antithesis of Decay (Shigaraki Tomura, Stuckage)

@cottoncalicoes: Used to Have a Sweet Tooth but You Rotted Me (Endo Yamato, Masturbation)

@tetzoro: Peeping Tendou (Satori Tendou, Noncon)

@/yuutito: Untitled (Hirofumi Yoshida, Tentacles)

@/minnaci: Egg Me On (Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oviposition)

@/nagumoan: Not Too Late for Firsts (Welt Yang, virginity loss)

@/goxjo: What’s Mine Is Mine (Sukuna, Hate Sex)

@pinkkittysaw: Caged In (Leon Kennedy, Chastity)

@leychin: Be Sure to Leave a Review! (Kamisato Ayato, Orgasm Denial)

@/cruel-hiraeth: Flesh of My Flesh; Blood of My Blood (Kamo Choso, Incest)

@another-lost-mc: The House Always Wins (Mammon and Lucifer, Cucking)

@fandomfloozy: A Lesson in Patience (Kiyoomi Sakusa, Cockwarming)

@screamingcrows: It Looks Easy Enough on the Picture (Xiao, Overstimulation)

@yinyuedijun: Corruptive (Aventurine and Dr. Ratio, double penetration)

@/fyodior: untitled (Rin Itoshi, thigh riding)

@aurorasgate: Made for Me (Nanami Kento, Anal)

@/cruel-hiraeth: Duty-Bound (Akagami no Shanks, Period Sex)

@froggibus: Scenting (Beelzebub, scent kink)

@kechiwrites:

@seaspringangel: The Taste of You (Kamo Choso, Lactation)

@a-ikuoliver: Thou Shalt Not Covet (Maki Zenin, stepcest)

[hitomisuzuya]

the demon/Scara is trying to get to the angel/Reader so that they can taste her innocence (I hope this doesn’t seem like a strange request :")) ✨

Demon! Scaramouche x Angel! fem reader. Smut. Cunnilingus. Corruption. Degradation

It absolutely is not a strange request at all❤️Thank you for your patience even though you all are probably losing patience with me 😭

It wasn't just anyone's innocence that Scaramouche wanted to taste. It was yours. Your innocence even smelled purer than the rest. It was utterly intoxicating to him.

He wanted to shatter your innocence, break it into itty bitty pieces and scatter them to the wind.

Scaramouche didn't think you understood how sweet and corruptible you looked. He was going to have you. No matter what.

You were so shy, but still prideful. Or least you tried to be, saying that you wouldn't fall apart so easily to the likes of a demon. It was almost laughable to him how easily you caved to a few purred, taunting words as his hands worked you out of your clothes.

Now you wore the same shy expression with your legs spread on the bed, watching him move between your legs with a predatory smirk on his face. You shivered feeling his fingertips greedily grope your thighs.

Scaramouche didn't think he'd ever been so captivated with someone before. Your body responded to every touch from him, and it made him wonder just how badly you'd wanted him before he ensnared you.

"You just keep those pretty eyes on me while I tongue fuck you," His tongue swept out to lick long lines up and down your cunt. The moment his tongue connected with your cunt, he let out a low groan.

His tongue lapped slowly on your pussy, determined to savor every lick. Every soft, shaky sigh he coaxed out of you made his cock twitch and throb. He swept his tongue up to prod and swirl around your clit.

As pleasure started to cloud your senses, you struggled to keep your eyes on him as your hips grinded into his mouth. You could practically feel praise in the way he caressed your hips, your grinds giving him the opportunity to taste you with his whole mouth as his lips latched around your clit.

"That's it, fuck yourself on my face like the slut you are," Scaramouche groaned, smirking when he heard louder moans keen from your throat when he degraded you.

Your hands shook as they reached for the back of his head, pressing his mouth onto your cunt to hold it there while you grinded against it. His hands tightened on your hips, sucking greedily on your clit before sweeping his tongue inside of you.

"Who knew an angel would clench around a demon's tongue being called a slut," Scaramouche moaned, swirling his tongue between your walls, scrapping and dragging it along your sensitive walls as they tightened on his tongue.

Your body started to twitch as your orgasm coiled and built up, your thighs trembling as pleasure burst and gripped your body. Scaramouche jumped on your crumbling defense like a rabid dog. The louder you moaned, the more you writhed, he could see your innocence cracking piece by piece.

It made his cock strain almost painfully between his legs. His mouth felt insatiable on your cunt. You hardly noticed the drool that started to pool from your mouth as your hips bucked into his mouth.

You struggled to keep your eyes from closing and rolling into the back of your head as tears welled into your eyes. All you wanted to be was a good girl for him.

"Look at how fast you are falling apart for me, angel," Scaramouche purred the last word condescendingly, immediately spreading your legs when you tried to close them around his head. He was going to make you make you take every jolt and burst of pleasure like the good girl you craved to be for him.

Drunk on the taste of you, Scaramouche slowly kitten licked your clit, laughing when you let out a strangled cry of pleasure. "Now shatter and cum, whore," His fingers played your clit, his tongue prodding at your entrance before sweeping back inside of you.

Your fingers nails dug into his scalp, pressing his mouth down your cunt as your orgasm washed over you, your release soaking his eagerly awaiting tongue.

Scaramouche's tongue didn't stop. His fingers pinched your clit in excitement. Overstimulation would bring him twice the taste.

[voxslays]

Heyoo!! I was wondering if you could write a caught red-handed imagine for Angel Dust x gn! reader and Vox x gn! reader? Thank you love!!❤️❤️❤️

OMG OFC!!! <3 I literally love both Vox and Angel so much!!

A “Small” Disruption

Featuring: (Vox & Angel) I will make a part three with Adam, Charlie, and Lucifer if you guys like this. First part here.

☆ Vox ☆

You step into Vox's office and see him sitting in front of a bunch of TV's showing different views around hell. He doesn't even bother to look at you, he just quickly and dismissively responds. "What the hell do you want? I'm busy!" He says, clearly irritated. “That's no way to talk to your girlfriend.” Vox's head instantly snaps towards you, his monitor eyes widening as he recognizes your voice. He stands up, his chair rolling back behind him. “Oh, it's you. Sorry, babe.” He walks towards you, his presence commanding attention.

Vox stops in front of you, towering over you with his 7-foot frame. He leans down, his face close to yours, and speaks softly. “You know I love you, sweetheart.” His red eyes flash briefly, a sign of his affectionate mood. “Mhm," He nuzzles his head against yours. “Why’d you come to my office, my love?” He breathes hotly against your neck. “I haven't seen you all day.” You hold him close.

“Sorry, love,” He purrs, pulling back to nuzzle the other side of your neck. “I’ve been swamped with work.” He licks a long stripe up your neck. “But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” He sits back down in his chair, in front of his dozens of computer screens. "Come here, sit on my lap," He guides you to his chair and sits down, pulling you onto his lap. "I’ll show you some affection right now." He wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles into your chest. Vox starts to kiss and bite at your chest, his hands wandering up to squeeze your breasts. He lets out a low growl of satisfaction as he feels their softness. “Mmm, I’ve missed these…” He unbuttons your shirt, revealing more of your skin.

Just then, Val walks into Vox’s office. Vox’s head quickly snaps up to where Valentino is standing. “Val, can't you knock?” Vox's voice booms. His screen flickers. “What do you want?” He grumbles, his body tensing up as he glares at his associate. “I didn't realize you two were doing..this~ I might just stay and watch.” Valentino says in his usual flirty tone. 

Vox's glare intensifies, but you can feel his body relaxing slightly. He knows Valentino won't leave without being told. "Val, this isn't a peep show. Get out." He growls, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now." Vox says, his screen flickering more often. Valentino grins, winking at you “Sorry, my bad~” He says, and he saunters towards you “Can I just feel her up, before I go?” Vox's face contorts in anger, his hands clench into fists as he struggles to maintain his composure. He shoots Valentino a deadly glare. "No, Val. You cannot just feel her up. Now leave, before I make you." He enunciates each word carefully, his patience wearing thin.

Valentino pouts, crossing his arms. "But I wanna play~" He whines, kicking the floor with his foot. Vox's expression darkens, and he stands up, holding you tightly against him. "Valentino," He says in a low, warning tone, his voice glitching. "Fine, fine, I'm going~" Valentino sulks, slowly backing out of the room. Vox waits until the door shuts behind him before letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry about that, my love." He nuzzles into your chest again, his arms tightening around you. “Now. Where were we?”

☆ Angel Dust ☆

Angel walks into the hotel after a long day of work, exhausted and upset. He walks over to the bar and drinks his sorrows away. "Fuckin' Val.." Angel grumbles angrily and collapses against the counter. You were cleaning the bar for husk when Angel walked up. “Damn. You look exhausted.” You say, clearly worried for him. Angel looks over at you with a tired expression. He drains the rest of his glass and signals for another. "Yeah, Val really worked me over today. I need a shower and a bed." He pauses, his eyes slowly wandering over you. "Or maybe something else..." He says in almost a whisper.

Angel Dust sets his empty glass down and leans in closer to you, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. "Like you, sweetheart. You look like just the thing to take my mind off of Val and his damn expectations. What do you say? Want to help a tired boy out?" He flirts. “Oh! Did you like wanna hang out…or…?” You ask obliviously. "I was thinking more along the lines of...coming up to my room and letting me fuck your brains out." He leans in closer, his breath hot on your ear.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You say unenthusiastically, continuing to dry off the wine glasses. Angel chuckles, his hand squeezing your thigh gently. "Not funny at all, sweetheart. I'm dead serious. I need something to distract me from this shitstorm of a day and you're looking mighty distracting right about now." He stands up, pulling you along with him. “You literally flirt with everyone, so why me?” You say as she drags you along. Angel shrugs as he leads you towards the elevator. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But you're the only one I'm bothering to drag up to my room tonight." He hits the button for the top floor and turns to face you, his eyes dark with intent.

As the elevator doors open, Angel pulls you out into the hallway and starts walking towards his room. He pauses in front of the door, fishing out his key and shoving it through the lock. The door clicks open and he pulls you inside, kicking the door shut behind you.

Angel immediately pulls you into his arms, his mouth crashing against yours in a hungry kiss. He walks you backwards until you hit the wall, then breaks the kiss to start attacking the buttons on your shirt. "Fuck, I need you right now."

You two were too preoccupied to hear Charlie enter the room. “Hey Angel- WOAH.” She says as she catches you two in the act. Angel freezes, his eyes darting to the side as he realizes Charlie has walked in on them. He lets out a low growl of frustration and buries his face in your neck. "Fuck. Not now, Charlie." He growls frustratedly. 

“Mhm! Yep! Yep!” Charlie says as she runs out of the room, looking traumatized. Angel's body relaxes against yours, his face still hidden in your neck. "Well, that was... awkward." He chuckles softly, his hand squeezing your ass. "Where were we?"

First Part, Masterlist

[educatedsimps]

Ahh I'm so in love with the idea of timeskip!Kenma as a dad 🥺 You've really made me even more in love with your blog 😘 Can I please request timeskip!Kenma x fem reader where he introduces our son to his followers on his stream? Baby Kodzuken ❤️ I'd love it if his followers were a gushing in the comments about how cute the baby is and how happy Kenma is when he talks about his baby boy and us (his wife)? I love Kenma and the thought of him as a dad is just the cutest to me. Thank you so much! Take care 🫶🏻

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kozume kenma x f!reader

a/n: OH MY GODSHKKAFYSYVUDNGUSYRGUKSYKS THIS IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST IDEA EVERRR OMG thanku for requesting my dear kenma anon ❤️ i'm so sorry this took WAY longer to publish than expected so THANK YOU for having the patience of an angel 😭 i really hope this was worth the wait so pls enjoy! lots of love and u take care too <33

cw: TIMESKIP SPOILERS, parenting au, domestic fluff, slice of life kinda thing, chat gg crazy bc kenma is an amazing dad. GREEN FLAG DAD KENMA

"Hey guys, welcome back. I've got a very special announcement to make today, so here we are," Kenma adjusted his camera, smiling slightly.

It was a regular Tuesday evening and you were taking the time to do some self-care, which left Kenma with his second favourite thing in the world - his son.

As a YouTuber, professional gamer, stock trader, streamer and CEO of his own company, Kenma's work schedule was extremely flexible, and both of you were grateful for that. Not only did he have various sources of income, but he could be home as much as he wanted. And being home meant being able to spend time with his precious son, Kozume Kaito.

Kaito was your six month old bundle of joy - literally. If you had told Kenma a decade ago that he'd be a dad one day, he would have never believed you. Until, that is, you had Kaito.

Even before Kaito's birth, Kenma had no idea how he was supposed to take care of and raise a whole child. He just knew that he wanted to be the best father you and Kaito could've ever asked for. And so, you saw how stressed he could got about even the tiniest of things.

"What size clothes do we buy for him? Will S or M be better? What if he's a huge baby? Let's just get one of each size... Wait, what about pacifiers? A-and bottle hoods? What shape will he prefer? Longer ones? Shorter ones? Softer or slightly tougher ones? Ugh forget it, we'll get one of each type too."

However, all his worries disappeared the moment he held little baby Kaito in his arms. Kenma had never really been a crier, but the second he laid eyes on your beautiful son, he couldn't help but let it all out in the hospital ward.

"Can you guys see me clearly?" Kenma asked. The excited responses of "YESSS" "what's the surprise??" "OMG YOU'RE SO PRETTY" "yes i can see your handsome face" confirmed that his camera was indeed working just fine. Amused, he chuckled lightly. "Great. I'll be right back."

As he left the frame, his viewers were left staring at the background screen in his office, a big logo of Bouncing Ball Corp. After a few seconds of silence, some shuffling could be heard as Kenma returned with a chubby ball of energy in his arms. The moment he stepped back into frame with his beloved son in hand, the chat exploded.

kodzukenner: NO WAY IS THAT YOUR BABY??? riceballzzz: CUTIEEEEEEEEE AHHHH nek0mab1tch: omg he has a kid ?? ADORABLE miyamiya07: hawajhjchdjvhhfjhfrsjkhfdhasjhjchjfhjvhkrh lookattheclouds: since when?! vballer1208: HE HAS A CHILD??????????????

Kenma proudly held up his son like he had won an Olympic trophy - he simply adored Kaito. Meanwhile, Kaito watched, enamoured, as comments flooded the chat. Among those comments were also questions about Kaito and even you.

He knew the news of his son would be a major surprise to his online community, especially since the two of you had very successfully hidden your pregnancy from the public. Neither of you wanted to deal with all the pressure from netizens, media and the public.

"'He has Y/n's smile'," Kenma read one comment aloud. Chuckling, he agreed, "He does, doesn't he? He's lucky to inherit the most beautiful smile on earth."

Another comment asked where you were, and when Kenma simply replied with "Doing her own stuff." some commenters gushed about how cute it was that Kenma was on "babysitting duties".

With a scrunch of his face, Kenma retorted, "It's not babysitting. He's literally my child. Y/n's just doing her own stuff, what's the big deal? Come on, y'all gotta delete those gender role stereotypes from your heads, that's so 1950s." He huffed.

"'What's his name?'" Kenma read. "Hm. Y/n and I have actually decided not to reveal his name, so we hope you'll respect our decision."

kodzukenner: omg i wonder what his name is he's so cute i'm sure his name is as cute as him! nek0mab1tch: what if they named him kodzuken bouncingballer: baby kodzuken HAHA miyamiya07: OMG BABY KODZUKEN ??

Kenma chuckled as he read the comments guessing his child's name.

"'Is he joining today's stream?'" Kenma read aloud. Turning to his son with a gentle smile on his face, he replied, "You bet. Aren'tcha, big guy?"

In response, Kaito burst into a fit of giggles, excitedly babbling and pointing at the big screen in front of him.

The comments once again exploded into cheers of happiness as Kenma sat down in his usual gaming position, but this time, with his beloved son in his lap.

a/n: i'm so sorry this is really short 😭😭 but i hope it's okay :,) tysm for requestingg! hope you liked it bae <3

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[jobean12-blog]

Asking for Trouble

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Word Count: 971

Summary: You and Joel are attending the monthly 'town meeting' that Tommy runs and as hard as you try you can't help your boredom but mostly you can't help how badly you want Joel.

Author's Note: Well, this is nothing but my horniness over this man. I can't help it. Also my lovely friend @lizette50 shared the picture below with me and I nearly died. Anyway, thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: it's fun and flirty and tense, ora-l (m rec), a curse or two, and always some softness bc it's me

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

You can see this meeting is boring Joel and even though it seems like Tommy might be finishing up you can’t resist lifting your arms above your head with a stretch.

Joel’s eyes immediately shift to you, sweeping along the exposed skin of your stomach as your shirt rides up.

“Think it’s almost over?” you ask in a whisper.

He only grunts in response but keeps his eyes fixed on you.

“You look bored,” you muse as you slide your hand into his.

His fingers close around yours and he rubs his thumb across your knuckles.

“I’m tryin’ to listen,” he says quietly and you see the corner of his lips twitch with a smirk.

You turn your body into his, pressing against his side and softly kissing his neck.

“What are you doin’ darlin’?”

“Just saying hi.”

You press another kiss to his skin with a deep inhale.

He grinds his jaw and leans in close to your ear, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

“Not a smart move sweetheart. I’m always cravin’ a taste of you. Don’t make me haul you out of here over my shoulder.”

Your breath hitches and warmth slides over your skin. Tommy’s voice startles you and you fall back onto your toes with a frustrated huff.

Joel’s fingers, still holding yours, continue to lightly caress your skin and your senses build to an overwhelming state. His callouses scrap against your softness and his warmth permeates your skin. You can’t hold back the low moan that slips past your lips at the anticipation he creates.

His jaw ticks and you know he heard you. Turning, you see that his eyes have narrowed on your face as if sensing your thoughts, before dropping to your lips.

“Say the words, angel.”

“I’m ready to leave.”

His fingers tighten around your hand and he pulls you away from the wall, walking out the double doors with a brisk stride that leaves you practically jogging behind him.

Nothing registers as you pass by the other town members seated around the hall, their faces of surprise blurring together as you keep your sole focus on Joel.

You can see his shoulders tight with tension, his muscular back shifting underneath his button-down shirt with every movement, and you imagine raking your nails over all that strength.

You squeeze his hand tighter and he picks up the pace even more.

Once you reach the small house you share on the edge of the town he hauls you inside the door and slams it shut, pressing you against it and bracing his hands on either side of your head.

“They’re all going to know why we left,” he grits out.

“Like I care. And I know you don’t…maybe they’ll think it’s just because you’re so grumpy.”

He smirks and his eyes light up.

You press yourself flush against him, kissing along his jaw as your fingers slide down his chest and dance over the bulge in his jeans.

He groans and digs his fingers into the door, clearly trying to let you keep control of the situation.

After undoing his belt and working on the button of his jeans, you slowly start to unzip them but stop when his eyes snap to yours and he growls, “you’re testing my patience here, angel.”

His hips press into your palm and you can feel his thick arousal.

Your hand leaves his pants and you smooth your fingers along his chest then around his neck before weaving them through his hair and tugging hard to bring his lips to yours.

He rubs against your belly and you both break away on a groan.

“I know you need it right now, angel. You’re just dying for me to fuck you.”

Before you can respond he claims your mouth again, his arms falling from the door and circling around your waist to bring you closer. His lips move over yours, rough and demanding, the scrape of his beard leaving a lingering reminder with every pass.

You make a sound of protest against his mouth when you can’t get his lower body close enough, the ache building to the point of desperation.

With a moan you break the kiss, letting the corners of your lips edge into a sensual smile.

You drop to your knees and let your hands wander up his muscular thighs.

Above you, his breathing deepens, kicking up to a faster pace.

When you free him from his jeans he tilts his hips toward your mouth and pushes the head of his cock against your lips.

You hover just above the tip before dipping your head slowly and savoring every hard inch of him. Your eyes close in enjoyment and when your mouth wraps tightly around him a growl erupts from his throat and his brow starts to glisten with sweat.

He wants to stay still and take whatever you’ll give him, but he can’t stop his hips from undulating every so slightly toward the suction of your mouth.

“Fuck darlin’ you look so beautiful on your knees for me.”

In response to his words, you hum in the back of your throat, sending vibrations over his hard flesh. He grits his teeth at the sensation and hisses out your name, watching as you squeeze your thighs together from your position at his feet.

He feels the familiar tightening of his stomach, the muscles clenching and his breathing becoming harsher and slips from your mouth.

“I wasn’t done,” you whine as he lifts you.

You bury your face in his neck and kiss and nip along his skin. His long, thick fingers trail down the curve of your waist and tease the waistband of your pants. “I need to be inside you,” he murmurs. “I want to feel how wet you are for me angel.”

@hiddles-rose @littleseasiren @lorilane33 @kmc1989

[chaotic-fandom-writer]

Unlikely Romances

Requested by @seven709 Thank you for your request! ❤️

Warnings: Heavy cursing, violence, adult themes, smut, angst, s3xual content 🚫MINORS DNI🚫❗❗18+❗ADULT CONTENT ❗❗

Summary Years ago, you were beaten down by the world around you, a fallen angel. In a desparate attempt to save yourself, you accepted a deal to serve great Radio Demon. Now, you argue with him as often as you can, and he's getting tired of your defiance..

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"Because I said I don't want to!" You whine, ignoring another one of Alastor's requests while you drink at the bar.

He narrows his eyes at you. "I don't remember the part where I gave you a choice, dear." He snaps his fingers, and a bright green collar appears around your wrist, the chain dangling between Alastor's fingers.

You roll your eyes and yank on your wrist, emboldened after years of defying him. You ignore him, taking another shot.

"You're testing my patience." Alastor snaps, his voice cold and hard. "I've done so much for you already, yet you continue fighting me." He steps back, crossing his arms and staring at you with frustration.

You meet his glare defiantly, knocking back another shot. His eyes narrow as he watches you boldly challenging him.

He moves swiftly, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him roughly. "Ow, let go!" You struggle. There's a predatory glint in his eyes now.

"No, I think you've had too much fun teasing me, darling." He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling your neck, making the hairs stand on end. "Now, you'll do as I say."

Alastor snaps his fingers, and with a poof of black smoke, the two of you stand in his bedroom. You cross your arms with a huff, turning your face away from him.

Alastor chuckles, a dark glint in his eyes. "So stubborn." He brings a hand to your chin, grabbing roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze again. His red eyes are filled with a dark hunger.

"But all you're doing is fueling my desire for you."

You jump back, stuttering, shocked to her his proclamation of desire for you. "You.. want me?"

Alastor follows you as you jump back, smirking. His expression shifts back to his usual charming demeanor. "No surprise there, is it? Of course I want you. After all, darling, you already belong to me."

He examines his fingernails nonchalantly, eyes still burning with obsession. "Isn't that what you want too?"

You shake your head, blushing furiously. "N-No!" You stutter out, ignoring the way his voice gives you butterflies.

"Don't lie to me." Alastor snaps, sternly. "I've seen the way you look at me. I can hear the way your heart pounds when I'm around." A sly grin spreads across his wicked features, sharp teeth glistening with saliva.

"You can keep playing hard to get, but deep down, you know you're mine." He snaps his fingers, a magical contract appearing before you. The sight of your signature glowing compells you to look away.

"Or did you forget?" He cackles, grabbing you suddenly, pinning you to the bed. Your face is hot with embarassment, and you feel a heat pooling between your legs.

"Alastor!" You stutter out, looking away, embarassed to have him so close. He chuckles at your reaction, feeling your body tremble beneath his grasp.

"Oh, but you are quite exquisite like this.." He lowers his head until he's nose to nose with you, his hot breath caressing your ear as he whispers. "Just relax, darling. Give in to me."

His free hand slips under your shirt, fingers tracing delicate patterns on your skin. You shudder at his touch, closing your eyes, feeling your mask of disobedience give way to the wonderful sensations.

Alastor notices the change, and a satisfied smirk forms on his lips. His touch becomes more bold, hand roaming lower on your body. His eyes burn with dark passion and desire.

He removes your clothing, basking in the sight of you laid bare beneath him. You look away, embarassed. "If you're going to do something, then just do it already." You mutter, trying to still be annoyed with him and failing spectacularly.

He chuckles, kissing along your neck slowly. His sharp teeth nip at the sensitive skin, drawing blood, and you whimper at the touch.

Once he's fully undressed, too, he leans back and admires the sight before him for a moment, obsessively painting a mental picture of every detail, not wanting to forget a single inch of you.

A low groan escapes his throat as he pulls you close, and you feel his hardness teasing your entrance. You moan quietly, spreading your legs wider for him to have easy access.

Alastor pauses, meeting your gaze. Seeing the hint of neediness in your eyes, he nods approvingly. "That's my good girl."

With one, fluid motion, he enters you, letting out a deep moan as he starts to move rhythmically. His hands explore your body as he pounds you relentlessly, losing himself in the moment.

You moan at each thrust, wrapping your arms and legs around his body, closing your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure.

Feeling your embrace, he picks up the pace, driven by the sounds of your cries. Your moans serve as music to his ears, fueling the fire he feels within.

He kisses your neck passionately as his movements become harder and faster. "That's right.. I own you.. Don't forget.." He murmurs between gasps, completely entranced in the ecstasy. It feels like everything else is fading away in this moment -

Only you remain, only pleasure, only him claiming what's his.

Your cries of pleasure grow louder as you reach your climax, and you can feel yourself tightening around his hardness.

He feels the wave of your orgasm and it sends him over the edge, too. He buries himself deep within you, clinging to your body tightly as he reaches his own climax.

The intensity of the moment leaves him breathless for a few seconds before he collapses beside you, pulling you close.

"Mmm... don't forget who you belong to. Don't forget what happens when you make me angry, dear."

I nod. "Yes sir.."

I swallow as he leaves the room, imagining what kind of future I'm going to have as his personal toy, now.

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I hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[thesightstoshowyou]

Hi hi! I was wondering when you come back to writing requests, could I ask for a Pennywise/Bob Gray FanFiction with a Fem reader sharing her first time with him but it’s noncon but he tries to be gentle with her. She knows about him through the town they live in, reader is home from college which thrills him and finds a way to take her. Maybe some chest play from Penny? I really hope this is okay to ask! I love love love your penny stories there so good! Can’t get enough ❤️❤️

You are an angel for waiting so long for this. Thank you for your patience 🙇🏻‍♀️

Idk if Penny can be considered gentle in this one, but I suppose he’s gentle compared to how I usually write him 😂

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Bob Gray/Pennywise x F Reader (NSFW)

Warnings: Noncon in the back of a van baybeee, social anxiety, age difference, objectification, degradation, supernatural elements, nipple play, fingering, loss of virginity, threats, crying, a little daddy kink, put that reader in a mating press—readers love mating press, creampie, cum eating

It starts with a prickle.

The fine hairs on the back of your neck and along your arms raise as your skin tightens and tingles. In your belly, unease writhes like a thousand snakes. Your shoulders tense as your feet dig into aging tile, ready to flee should your nervous system give the order.

Except…. You’re standing in the middle of the grocery store bakery, a warm loaf of freshly baked French bread clutched in your white knuckled grip, paper cover crinkling against your palm. It’s 1:00PM on a Thursday. Why on earth do you feel like a cornered animal here of all places?

Cautiously, you glance to your right. You find nothing more than muffins, croissants, and danishes all gleaming temptingly from their plastic containers. An employee restocks the organic section, her back to you.

To your left….

Your throat goes dry when you meet the piercing blue gaze of the lanky man hovering at the end of the aisle. Buck teeth peek out between full lips, lips that glisten with spit and curl into an unnerving grin. Long fingers slip from a tattered, tweed pocket and raise to greet you with a cartoonish waggle.

Recognition is instant. Robert Gray is unmistakable, even if the last time you saw him was as a child. Though, why the hell he’s staring so intently is beyond you. You barely know the guy.

And he hasn’t aged a day….

Suddenly, the room tilts and your stomach lurches. Your shoes squeak on tile when your legs flail, as though they’ve come unstuck from the ground beneath you. Wildly, you reach out to grip a shelf when you begin to float right up into the air.

You blink.

The feeling vanishes as quickly as it came. Your feet are flat on the floor. On the shelf, your hand shakes as you hold on for dear life.

Had anything even changed at all?

Mr. Gray still leers at you from the end of the aisle. Gasping, trembling, and not knowing what else to do, you raise your own hand and tentatively wave back. He responds with a titter and a wink before slinking away.

Once more you glance around, wondering if anyone else saw this bizarre exchange or your strange behavior. You’re only a little relieved to find yourself alone. Saved from embarrassment, but not the fear that still clings to the back of your throat.

**

At the checkout sits Marge, as round as ever. You recall the powdery smell of her perfume, unchanged from when you clung to the hem of your mother’s dress as a child. Derry remains as static as ever.

She greets you generically as you set your purchases on the conveyor belt. The beep as your goods are scanned fills the space between the two of you and saves you from conversation. You’re thankful she doesn’t recognize—

“Well, goodness gracious, I hardly recognized you!” You spoke too soon, it seems. Marge says your name like a question and you force a smile and a nod. “Where have you been, missy?”

Awkward chuckle, “Ah, college. Just back for a few weeks, visiting mom.”

“Oh I bet she is loving that.”

“Ha, yeah….”

“You kids just grow up so fast. So, tell me about school! How many boyfriends do you have?” You bite the inside of your cheek when she ends her question with a self-satisfied giggle.

“Oh, no, nothing like that. Just…focusing on school, you know….”

You continue on this like for another agonizing minute or two, forcing out answers to Marge’s barrage of questions until she prattles off your total and hands over your groceries.

“Say hi to your mom for me!”

“Will do, thanks Marge.” The bell above the door jingles as you flee to the parking lot. Afternoon sun catches you full in the face and momentarily blinds you. You manage a scrunched glance left and right before crossing the road to your vehicle.

Strained huffing from somewhere nearby makes you pause. Furiously blinking to adjust to the light, you find Mr. Gray at the rear of the white panel van parked next to your car. The back doors are wide open as he attempts to load what appears to be a folding table all on his own. Attempting, and failing.

You only hesitate for a heartbeat. He’s a weird guy, a bit unnerving with his nineteenth century garb and knowing smile, but he doesn’t deserve to throw his back out.

“Need any help?” you ask, setting your purchases on your trunk and hurrying over to him. Where did he even get this from…?

“What a good girl, gracious little thing, helping old Mr. Gray.” The strange lilt of his voice almost makes you wince. His wide, blue eyes rove over your face and down your neck until the hair on your arms raises in alarm once again. Your own eyes flick down to his wetted bottom lip, so slick it appears drool will spill over any moment. You swallow thickly for him.

“Uh, yeah, let me just, um—

Bob moves to the end of the table still sitting out in the parking lot so you have no choice but to take the other end that is half lodged in the vehicle. It’s awkward, crouching and backing into the van while maneuvering the load, but you manage to shuffle all the way to the front seats until the damn thing comes to rest on the floor of the van. Easy enough—

SLAM.

All at once the sunlight disappears but for the weak imitation trickling in through the windshield. It takes your brain a moment to realize Bob has followed you into the van and slammed the doors shut, though how he managed to move so quickly is beyond you. He now sits between you and the exit, cast in shadow.

“Little treat might be too gracious for her own good, hmm? She makes it too easy for ollllld Mr. Gray.”

‘What are you playing at?!’ The question is there, right on the tip of your tongue, but it freezes and dies when Robert Gray’s eyes glow, glow like golden fire burning unnaturally from the shadowed corner of the van. Terror zips up your spine as you choke on a shout and scramble away, intent on clambering over the center console for the driver’s side door.

Long fingers wrap around your ankle and yank. Your own digits slip on vinyl seats and you crash face first into the accursed table top. Onto your back you roll as Bob slinks over you, wedges his hips between yours, and pins you down with an impossibly strong hand around your neck. Every muscle strains as you try to buck or twist or anything, but he doesn’t even budge, doesn’t even give a millimeter.

How, how…?

Wet warmth splatters onto your cheek. Drool has spilled over his lip, a steady stream of spit that reeks of decay raining down on the side of your face and dripping into your hair. It’s further smeared up to your brow when Bob crushes his lips to the side of your head to noisily inhale. He titters, a little giggle you feel inside your head that rattles your teeth.

“Its fear is unsoiled, yes, fresh like a babe.” Confusion at his words plucks at the back of your mind, but your panic is too intense and overwhelming to spare it full attention.

“What—p-please, please stop, I don’t—

“You don’t, no, no, you haven’t. Have you, little treat?” The deep growl of his voice shakes your own chest. He looks at you expectantly as he speaks, buck teeth on full display, golden eyes wide and staring. One of them drifts to the side and you try your best to melt into the tabletop at your back.

Furiously, you shake your head back and forth and stammer out a, “Bob, please, I d-don’t understand—

“No boyfriends, it says. No fumbling hands that prod and squeeze, no one to use it like the meat it is. Sweet. Untouched. Meat.”

You blink and shake in shock. Your mouth opens but no words escape. Bob laughs, high and piercing and you flinch at the ferocity of it.

How…how could he know that…?

“No hiding from me, little bite. Mr. Gray can see it allllll. Now he has you here, all to himself. And he’s soooo hungry.” The last, rumbled word reverberates around the van and you scream, arch, kick your legs only to freeze in place when Bob ruts against you. The hard girth straining against his trousers slides deliberately along the length of your clothed cunt and, suddenly, the end game becomes frighteningly apparent.

“N-n-no, no, oh god please, don’t—

“Not like you had imagined it, is it, tiny thing? No candlelight. No love. Just old Mr. Gray and his teeth.” He sets them against your cheek, his teeth, as his free hand weasels under your shirt. You loose a protesting grunt when spidery fingers push aside your bra to pinch a nipple between thumb and forefinger. Gently, they tug and, thoughtlessly, you squirm. You tense and fall still when the movement grinds your clit against his bulge, a little zing of pleasure shooting through your belly at the contact.

Bob hums knowingly like he can hear what you’re thinking and twists his fingers ever so slightly. Instead of a grunt, a little whine slips past your quivering lips. More unbidden pleasure, more curling heat where it shouldn’t be.

“Mr. Gray’s good little girl. I can smell it now, needy, needy.” He snuffles along your jaw, and slides his thumb away so he can press slick lips to your fluttering pulse. “You stink like a virgin, too stupid to know what you need, hmm? Let him show you. Let him put your meat to use.”

Again you shake your head and open your mouth to protest, but this time the words are a cry as Bob humps you and tweaks your nipple all at the same time. Your head spins, overwhelmed by new sensation and fear of who…what causes them. Something deep down in your guts knows this is no man hovering over you.

The thing called Bob shifts his hips to the side and you tense to act, to shove, to fight, but he’s so much faster. His hand leaves your breast and burrows into your pants. Tricky fingers find your clit and stroke, perfect pressure that makes your limbs twitch and your lungs gasp. Hands poised to claw just moments ago instead fly to his shoulders and grip on reflex.

His digits sink inside you faster than you can inhale. They curl until they reach some spot you didn’t know existed until now. Even just this stretch is more than you’ve ever experienced, but the surprise comes not in the pain, but the pleasure. It doesn’t hurt, not even a little.

Didn’t they all say it would hurt?

You emit a strangled sound and then, to your dismay, a wanton little mewl follows after as Bob works his hand and rubs euphoric little circles inside you. The nails intent on scratching his eyes out have curled into the fabric of his dingy button-up and your legs fall open like they have a mind of their own. No, no, stop, you’re not enjoying this….

You shouldn’t be enjoying this….

Robert chortles in glee and finger fucks you faster until your eyes go out of focus and you arch—toward, not away this time. Still, your mouth tries to lie about your body’s obvious reaction with a stuttered, “S-Stop, I don’t…want….”

“‘Don’t.’ There’s that silly word again. ‘Don’t!’” He mocks your pathetic timbre. Next, his lips move to yours so he can growl against your panting mouth, “You don’t know what you want. Listen to that slippery little hole, hmm?” He jostles his arm and your cunt squelches in answer. “Desperate for purpose, isn’t it?”

Without warning, he rips his fingers from your channel, grabs hold of the waistband of your pants, and gives three sharp tugs. They’re down and off before you can even think to shriek. Bob grips you behind the knees and shoves, bending you in half and spreading you wide.

Fear returns with the sound of his zipper, trepidation that makes you scramble to grab hold of something and pull yourself away. His iron grip keeps you from budging, however, and you’re helpless when his thick cock lines up with your glistening slit.

“And a one, and a two, and a—

“Wait, wait, wa—

The last ‘wait’ is lost in whatever garbled nonsense escapes your throat when Bob eases forward. Unused muscles part around cock and you experience that foreign stretch and pressure for the very first time. Bob makes an inhuman guttural sound low in his throat when your walls squeeze his girth. It’s a sound that dumps icy terror into your veins, but you think what startles you most is the absence of discomfort.

Maybe it hurts, but the main sensation you feel is…delicious. Blissful. Addictive. You close your eyes to keep them from crossing.

“Useless until I found it,” Bob coos against your lips. Heat jolts in your gut and you can’t help the pitiful moan it brings. Is he the reason you’re reacting this way? Are his horrible words spurring you on? What the hell is wrong with you?

“B-Bob,” you choke out when he bucks his hips. In your shoes, your toes curl. He snickers and does it again, and again, each thrust eliciting more desperate sounds than the last. Moans and cries fill the interior of the vehicle and mingle with the sounds of wet slapping and the harsh grunts escaping from Bob’s throat. Any fight left in your fists is gone, replaced by need that has you gripping his shoulders like you gripped that shelf in the store. You could float away like this….

“Float, yes, that’s right, little girl. You’ll float. But first, you’ll cum on Daddy’s cock.”

“I-I….”

“You want to. Say it.” You shake your head and Bob snarls, “SAY. IT. Or I’ll sink my teeth into that supple little throat and paint us both in pretty red.”

“Iwannacum! I want to, p-please…D-Daddy—

“It’s learning, it’s poliTe.” The “t” sound hurts when it snaps off his tongue and Bob cackles when you jerk and shudder in his grip. Still, you don’t release him. You can’t, the insistent, hot pull in your belly too great to ignore.

Frenzied tears well in your eyes as you beg again, “PLEASE, please, I need…need….”

“Neeeeed, now it knows, now it understands what it NEEDS. Cum for Pennywise, little treat. Give it to Me.”

Pennywise…?

Climax hits you like a runaway train and wipes all sense from your mind. You shake and scream, rippling ecstasy washing over you in wave upon endless wave. Bob follows suit and hilts himself, spilling so deep you feel him twitching behind your navel. There’s so much, too much. It spills over and pools beneath you, a sickly sweet scent filling the air.

Wet fingers prod at your lips and you crack an eyelid open one at a time to find Bob insistently poking at your mouth with slick-covered digits. Not thinking, your lips part and the taste of rancid cotton candy bathes your tongue when the fingers push past your teeth.

You grimace at the flavor. Bob grins, too wide, terrifyingly wide. Fear renews like a bolt of lightening to the heart and rational thought whirs to life in your pleasure-addled brain.

Pennywise…. He’d called himself ‘Pennywise.’ Where had you heard that before?

“Pennywise was right to save you for later, yes, yes he was. Let you marinate. Let your meat age.”

Pennywise…. Pennywise the clown….

Your heart beats so fast you fear it will burst. Bob’s eyes are jaundiced, wide and wild. Familiar.

The clown. The clown from your childhood nightmares. The clown from the house at the end of the street.

Pennywise.

“And now you see it all, don’t you?” Bob’s voice is a warbled whisper, slow and solemn. “Now you know why.”

More tears burn their way down your cheeks.

“Purpose, hmm?” Bob chuckles, light and airy. “You’ll be of good use to IT.”

[bobluvbot]

birthday blues

pairing: sirius black x f!reader  summary: first time godfather sirius goes shopping to find the perfect first birthday gift (jily + baby harry ♥️) wc: 5k a/n: me tryna heal canon trauma ❤️ because in my world everyone lives happily ever after !!! my lil celebration piece for hitting 200 followers! thank u all <3 not proofread, english is not my first language so plz be nice heheh

“What’s the store called again, sweets?”

even as a young kid, one of your biggest pet peeves is repeating yourself for more than four times. three is pushing it. your parents told you its a bad habit to take to adulthood because you’re bound to meet people who just don’t get what you’re saying the first or second time around. But one Wednesday morning, when you asked from upstairs where your favorite periwinkle socks were and your parents downstairs said something that the loud dishwasher and vacuum covered up, you asked them to repeat it again (still can’t hear), and again when you moved closer to the staircase down (barely heard any), then you heard your father’s heavy footsteps up, personally shoving in your waiting hand the said pair of socks.. only damp. “Honey, I said three times already, that they were still in the dryer,” your dad had huffed before heading back downstairs. That’s when you knew it was genetic. 

But, you love Sirius Black. It’s gotten to the point where in the honest, sensitive hours past midnight, while there was nothing much to do as you let sleep creep up from your tired limbs to your fluttering eyelids, but to watch peace settle on the raven-haired boy’s sharp features, ethereal and glowing like an angel even in the dark of the night; that you realize he may be the love of your life. It’s a scary thought, with fears of being too eager, too soon, too much—- so you tuck it in a little pocket and give it a nudge when you need a reminder of how big and true its growing with each second spent together. 

You love him, so you breathe out the snarky irritation away in slow heavy puffs and inhale peace, choosing to exercise patience because you know Sirius is nervous. 

“It’s Spintwitches Sporting Needs, love. ‘s right across Ollivanders if I’m not mistaken,” you say, taking his free hand in yours and rubbing small circles on his knuckles to calm some of his nerves down, while he drives through busy muggle London streets to park by the Leaky Cauldron. He throws you a soft smile and gives your hand a quick squeeze as thanks, grateful to the heavens that you’re here to keep him from going insane.

You know him enough that, while the day in question is not about him, or you, or your relationship, it meant a great deal to Sirius. 

He had one chance (even if you’d argue otherwise) to make things right, do things the right way the first time around with Harry. James knew this fact by heart, which is why he and Lily agreed in a heartbeat that Sirius should be little Harry’s godfather, as it was meant to be. He would do anything, go beyond means, hell, even against Merlin himself just to ensure the safety and happiness of his godson. 

No one, however, was expecting it to backfire and it caught you and Sirius off guard. Once the tears dried and elation diffused, the anxiety kicked in for Sirius, and in turn you. He knew what the opposite was, parents who robbed their own sons of happy childhoods and disowned him when he got brave enough to find happiness and protect it, he had lived it. And now that he has a chance to save an innocent soul from a similar fate, he was determined, but this fact scared him shitless.

He wanted everything to be perfect (who wouldn’t?) and gave everything he physically could to make James and Lily’s Harry’s life easy and happy. Seeing Sirius buy ‘How to Dad?’ books and pour over them at night or on his free time at work was undoubtedly an attractive and loving sight. In a span of a week, he knew which is the best formula to supplement with breastfeeding, toys to pick that stimulate early brain development, even clothes made with hypoallergenic materials that won’t irritate the sensitive newborn skin. It came to a point where James would ask him for advice when Lily’s at work, and Sirius would put on his trusty reading glasses and point at a specific passage of ‘How to Dad?’ that answers James’ question perfectly. 

Eventually, you did have to put your foot down when you found Sirius writing a howler to a baby food company when rumors started going around that their baby snack puffs (which Harry was obsessed with) had harmful chemicals in it. In typical Sirius fashion, he wasn’t convinced that easily. You’d bet that what pushed him off the howler letter route (and in turn protect the statute of wizarding secrecy) was seeing you spend lots of time in the kitchen to perfect making banana and strawberry baby snack puffs from scratch until the recall was over and the food was deemed safe to be consumed again by experts and Sirius himself. 

Hearing many iterations of how the newborn days and months go by so fast was difficult to believe at times, especially when you and Sirius were babysitting to let the exhausted parents get some sort of reprieve multiple times a month. It was almost always the same. Harry would sleep for four hours straight during the night, and almost hourly right after; and while you and sirius had gotten pretty good at dividing up the tasks like bottle feeding and nappy changes equally, the shrill cry of a hungry baby is difficult to ignore and sleep through. 

So despite of Sirius’s best efforts to crawl out of bed and tip-toe to the bassinet quietly not to wake your sleeping form, he gets sad but unsurprised to see you pad towards him and the baby, yawning soundlessly as you squeeze yourself between the soft armrest and Sirius’s side, head resting on his shoulder. It was his idea to get a spacious, soft recliner in the bedroom and it came in handy for situations like these, where getting back to bed once Harry sleeps is too risky as the boy would just wake up with the slightest movement, so the next best option was to try getting rest wherever you ended up in. The cries that once overpowered Sirius’s hushed whispers and cooing finally quiets down. A sigh of relief leaves both your lips, basking in the comfortable silence and bodies finding solace in each other’s warmth. 

You want to say so many things to your lovely boyfriend, things he just has to hear: that he’s doing such a great job, that you see him and all the extra steps he has to take to become and do better than what he was raised for, that you love him for every single bit of it— but the right words don’t come easy when sleep-deprived and exhausted at 4:25am in the morning. So you lift your lips up to meet his temple, the side of his mouth, then his lips; hoping it’d convey what words couldn’t at the moment. 

But time is an experienced thief. It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of May and it was warm enough for you to whip out the frilly spring dresses that had been pushed to the back of your closet by the thick woolen coats from colder months. The boys had gone on a day trip to help Peter move into his first solo apartment, assembling furniture and stocking up on necessities to ensure he could survive on his own. Without the booming voices and bumbling energy of his father and godfather, little Harry had no choice but to match the calm and peaceful ambiance that you and Lily curated inside the Potter house. While it’s certainly different from what his everyday looks like (living with the likes of James), he seems to enjoy it. Gentle breeze from the windows Lily left open while she baked carry the smell of lemons and vanilla throughout the entire house, making it smell heavenly. You’d been sat on the floor by the dining table, surrounded by toy trains and colorful blocks, watching the ten-month-old munch on a toy graphorn adoringly. Recently, he’s been on a phase where he has to run anything he could get his hands on with his mouth. Some secret test or screening must be up there or something because that’s how Harry decides which toys are deserving of his attention for the day.

You’d picked up a toy set of magical creatures after work yesterday, and it won the almost toddler’s attention for the whole day. James had to snatch the toy niffler away from Harry’s grasp so he could say goodbye to his son and ask for a kiss. Safe to say there were no kisses exchanged because the little boy was too busy wailing and screaming at his father’s face. Lily had to create physical distance between her two boys so the younger one can calm down while the older got mopey. Sirius had to whisk his best friend away from the scene of the crime so that they can get on with the day, but not without leaving you a kiss. 

The said niffler had soon been replaced with the hippogriff, then now the graphorn, and it’s been sitting on your lap since. Harry suddenly pulls the toy graphorn out of his mouth with a resounding pop. You both share a second or two of shocked eye contact and silence, his bright green eyes wide with surprise, before triggering a belly flipping laughing fit. This child could shock himself with a sudden burp or an unexpected sound of hitting random things with a fork, and you’d laugh every single time like its the funniest cutest thing you’ve seen in your life. It’s likewise for the rest of the marauders. Being the first baby of the group had all the adults wrapped in his pudgy fingers and he has no idea. 

Harry’s eyes drop from your smiling face to the Niffler on your lap, and makes grabby hands. You almost, almost give in, but you decide to encourage him to go get it himself. Maybe today’s the day he starts to walk. You move to him a bit closer, probably a good seven baby steps in between. 

“You want the Niffler, bud? You have to go get it from me!” You make a show out of grabbing the toy from your lap multiple times, hoping it’d make sense to the little boy. 

He whines something sounding like your name and does more impatient grabby hands. But you weren’t giving up without a fight. “C’mon, Haz! You can do it,” you say enthusiastically. 

Harry did know how to stand and good thing you were both sat near the dining table chairs, so to alleviate some of your aunt guilt you tuck the niffler away and out of Harry’s reach, before helping him up to his feet and urging him to grab one of the chair legs for support. 

He stays upright, eyes still on the toy that you place again on your lap as you return to your original spot, and you clap with glee. “Great job, buddy! Okay, only a few steps to me and you’ll get the toy!”

Lily, curious to see the commotion happening on her kitchen floor, leans against the counter for a better view. Harry sees this and does the same thing, he looks at her pleadingly while making grabby hands and pointing to the niffler on your lap. You can tell the redhead’s fighting the mom urge to make her child’s life easier, but thank the heavens when she gives your same answer. She even moves to kneel beside you, waving to get her son’s attention and pointing at the niffler on your lap.

“C’mon, my sweet boy,” Lily says. “Mama knows you can do it!”

Motivated by frustration as his aunt and own mother won’t just hand him his goddamn toy, Harry whines angrily but makes a sideways step closer, death grip still on one of the chair legs. You and Lily squeal and clap in delight, urging the boy to do it again.

He makes a move for another step, but realizes that there’s no more legs to grab onto. Reluctantly, his right hand lets go and in turn faces you and Lily. This results in another round of applause, which serves like a drug to these little babies. 

An anxious expression fleetingly appears on his face as he looks to you both, but the encouragement and cooing seemed to scare those big feelings away. Determined, Harry makes an unsure step forward without support, which then makes both yours and Lily’s heartbeat jump. It all happened so quick, the fear of losing balance triggered Harry’s other leg catch him on impulse, then the same on the other leg, then the other. Harry’d made four successful steps on his own before his mom catches him in her embrace before he topples over to the floor.

You and Lily were a sobbing, exultant mess. Harry, clearly confused about the commotion, whines for the niffler while Lily kisses him all over his face. You hand it to his waiting palms like a trophy before ruffling his unruly hair.  An attempt for words has been made, but all that came from your mouth are garbled phrases about the miracle that just happened. Lily nods in agreement and you hug them both back. 

This ten-month old just walked. This is the same baby that kept you and Sirius up at night for his feedings. The same baby responsible for the drool and spit up marks on your shirts. The same baby that  laughs and babbles with you like he understands when you tell him random stories. The same baby that squeals in delight when you blow raspberries on his belly. 

It felt like he had just been born a few days ago, memories of changing hundreds of nappies and preparing bottles of milk still vivid in your mind. But it’s earth shattering to consider that he’s closer to being a one year old than to the little bundle handed to you by James in the hospital room. 

Time is unrelenting, stealing mundane moments behind your back and when you realize the loss, poof! The newborn you held in your arms is now a walking toddler. Soon, he’ll be the one talking your ears off, going to Hogwarts, driving a car.. You shiver at the thought. He was growing up so fast that blinking felt like cheating, afraid that you’ll miss a precious moment that you’ll never get back. 

His first birthday came in the same manner— too fast for both yours and Sirius’s liking, but the wistful feelings came with excitement as Harry being a toddler opened up lots more opportunities to play and discover the world around him. James and Lily had spent the whole month planning a big birthday bash to celebrate the kiddo’s life, inviting all their loved ones to share the special day with them. And with that, the pressure was on for Sirius, as the self-proclaimed best godfather to get the perfect first birthday gift.

It’s like the heavens knew it was a special day for you both that it made sure to put out the best shopping weather one could ever ask for—- not too warm or too cold. It was a Tuesday afternoon, which meant the adults were kept in workplaces and children sent to Hogwarts or in homeschooling, leaving Diagon Alley nearly deserted, minus the occasional stray shoppers entering and leaving shops here and there. Clad in color coordinated couples outfits (that was your thing recently, Sirius more than happy to oblige) and hand in hand, you begin the mission to locate Spintwitches Sporting Needs. 

Nostalgia always finds a way to seep into your bones whenever you find yourself in Diagon Alley. One blink and suddenly you’re ten again, both hands tucked in each parent’s as your mom pours over the list of school supplies you’ll need again for your first year at Hogwarts. You and Sirius see Ollivanders at a short distance and hear the entrance bell chime, the very same sound you heard when entering the shop for the first time, the shopkeeper taking one good look at you before immediately rummaging around the store, grabbing a specific box located on a random shelf four stories up. The look of confidence when he says it’s made just for you, a magical glow enveloping your tiny frame while opening the magenta box. That same magic guided you to a world where you truly belonged in, a castle that felt so much like home, and friends that soon became found family and lifelong partners. The thought of Harry soon experiencing these moments leaves a giddy feeling in your chest. 

The smoky sweet scent of freshly roasted chestnuts catches your attention and you discreetly look for the source of your favorite warm snack. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Sirius (hardly nothing ever does, even the things you wish he’d miss or forget), and he gives your hand a small tug. You try to be aloof as you return his waiting gaze, complete with a quirk of your eyebrow, to which he responds with an impish smirk towards your bad acting.

“You’re not fooling anyone with that look, sweets.” The amusement in his voice is palpable as he steers you away from the main walkway and towards the small chestnut stall tucked in an alleyway, almost hidden by the bigger shops surrounding it.

“But, the store’s right there, Siri,” you try to protest. He had been anxious and stressed out about this day in particular, you knew if you were in his shoes, you’d be beelining to the store as soon as you get off the car. But he just shakes his head like its the obvious choice and nods towards the cart. “Can’t have my girl hungry now.” 

After a failed attempt of trying to pay for the warm brown bag (you were no match for Sirius’s lithe, agile fingers in basically everything), you accept it with a sigh, giving yourself a few seconds to sulk before starting on the chestnuts. You weren’t the best at accepting things from other people just because, it always felt like you had to do something in return for them just to deserve it. Maybe that’s why the universe conspired to have you meet and fall for Sirius, who is a very enthusiastic giver, teaching you hard lessons on the daily.

As you begin the journey back to the shop, you carefully crack open one and hold it up to Sirius’s mouth, to which he happily obliged. “Mm, somehow chestnuts taste better when you handfeed me, dove. Do it again.”

You roll your eyes in response, but you find your fingers starting to peel another. “You’re lucky you’re good looking, Black,” you mutter to save some face, that you weren’t head over heels for this man and he to you. That’s a conversation to be had in another, less stressful day. 

The shop, painted electric blue and orange, wasn’t hard to miss. One step in and the welcoming aroma of broom polish, rubber, and smoky wood brings you right back to the Quidditch locker rooms; memories of frantically lacing up your boots a minute or two after James called you as backup for an injured beater, helping Marlene comb out the tail end to fix the broom alignment after practice, and getting pinned to the cool lockers during post-win celebratory makeout sessions with Sirius, replaying vividly in your head. 

It looked deceivingly small on the outside; aside from the expansive selection of different broomstick models, they had books and magazines about Quidditch strategies and featured famous matches, repair and maintenance kits for maintaining broomstick qualities, complete Quidditch gear for all shapes and sizes, and tiny practice snitches flying around the room. Squint and it’ll just be like how each Hogwarts common room would be decorated when there’s a big Quidditch match between houses or international ones in the world cup: streamers and accessories like horns and banners representing each team, posters of Chudley Cannons and Holyhead Harpies (in opposing corners to prevent unsolicited fights) accompanied by autographs of famous players and collectibles littering almost every surface of the walls. It was Quidditch dreamland. 

Still in awe admiring the displays as you both walk through aisles hand in hand, Sirius breaks the silence first. “What do you think Harry will play as in Quidditch?”

You hum in response and he continues, running his hands through the bat display they had for little kids.  “I bet he’d be a beater like me. You remember how that punk hit me straight on the face last week?” 

You nod in amusement. Sirius had played it cool as he gently laid Harry back in his playpen, still laughing and cooing, then as soon as little Harry turned his back on his uncle, Sirius ran to you for first aid and whined the whole time you were healing the already forming bruise. But not a few hours later, he’s bouncing the baby in his arms again as he gave him a tour of the backyard. 

“Yeah, those little fists definitely pack a punch.”

“How about you, love?”

Sifting through a year’s worth of memories, it was surprisingly easy to find your answer. “I think he’ll follow James’s footsteps and be a seeker.” 

Sirius’s pout becomes evident, making you giggle and tug on his arm in efforts to cheer him up. “Think about it. Ever since prongslet got those glasses, it’s harder to hide anything from him now because his eyes are so quick. Poor Crookshanks too, that cat can’t catch a break now when Haz wants to play because he tracks its movements.” 

Sirius lets out a soft chuckle and slings his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer. “Good point, good point,” he repeats, seemingly deep in thought as his fingers run up and down the small of your arm. “We shall see, whatever he decides to play as, or if he even plays at all, I’ll be proud of him.”

You look up to him as he absentmindedly stares at the Quidditch gear sets for little kids, a light, wistful smile on his handsome features. He might not say it out loud, but the love he has for his godson reverberates through his being, and its a warming sight to see. 

Before you confess your love for your boyfriend in the middle of a Quidditch store, you whisk him away and towards the toy broom display, the only thing you were both here for. Only the big bright signs directed you to the right place, which didn’t prepare you at all for the heart exploding sight.

You’re about to burst into tears seeing how cute and tiny the little toy brooms were, and how they came in complete with tiny versions of the headlights, seats, and bag compartments the usual adult broom comes with. Both you and Sirius stood with mouths agape for a solid minute as you took in the expansive display, before your lovely boyfriend proceeds to pick out the most expensive one with the most features on it from the batch.

Surprisingly, it was you who reminded him to grab a helmet before running off to purchase the toy broom, the giddiness and excitement spreading between the two of you. The cashier gives both of you a knowing look as you and Sirius both mellowed down from full giggles to bashful smiles, examines the broom to be purchased, and asks, “For your little one?”

Now, you were no stranger to conversations like these with former lovers in the past, and you could almost hear the typical response of denial that comes swiftly with the question. It used to hurt, even if you knew by heart that that person didn’t have the fifth date potential or that it just wouldn’t last. It’s that unexplainable feeling of shame and rejection when they’d realize that it won’t work with you before you would, or if they answer with a laugh, as if having a future with you is an appalling thought. You’ve gotten better with it throughout the years, but for some reason your skin crawls with the thought of Sirius saying the same things. Years of desensitization down the drain, you find yourself bearing your entire soul to the man beside you the entire relationship, and he can easily break you into two with his response. You cross your fingers that he won’t.

He was already looking when your gaze met his, a look of softness and tenderness from him so profound you wondered if you were deserving of it. The surge of butterflies in your belly was all consuming. 

Sirius shifts uneasily and shakes his head, you prepare for the worst. “For our nephew, not for our own child..,” he pauses, glancing back at you for a quick second. “Yet. But if all goes according to my sneaky plan, we might be back sooner than she thinks.”

The cashier chuckles at your stunned reaction as you shift your focus between him and your boyfriend who was both furiously blushing and actively avoiding your stare. Did you just get a marriage proposal? 

Taking advantage of your confusion, Sirius pays for everything including the gift wrapping, which you had previously argued about who was responsible paying (you won, not that that matters now). You let him tug your arm and guide you out of the store, saying a quick thank you to the amused cashier. The influx of butterflies were back, tickling your insides and spreading warmth in each crevice. Just seeing Sirius handle the rambunctious mini James with care and glee, makes it so easy for you to imagine a life with him, and eventually have a little bean that’s equal parts of you and him. You hope they’d get the best parts of both.

No one brings it up as you began your journey back to the car and you’re grateful. Gift bag swinging on your arm, you drag Sirius to go get ice cream to which he happily obliges. 

A gentle quiet settles on accomplished shoulders like a warm blanket as you settle in the car. Strawberry and vanilla fudge ice cream sticky sweet on each other’s lips as you exchange cones every once in a while. It would be enough to lull you to sleep, if not for Sirius’s deep breaths and sighs, the thundering of his heart that he tries to quell by discreetly scratching a small part of the steering wheel where his thumb usually lay. 

He breaks the silence first, an uneasy tone making his voice seem small. “Do you think he’ll like it, dove?”

“Yes, Siri. I know he’ll love it.” You try your best to enunciate the right words, but a conflicted expression marrs his handsome features, sending a twinge to your heart. 

It comes to you before he speaks. This was something that had been plaguing Sirius’s mind for a while, occupying his dreams and thoughts, embedding itself to his mind and causing unwarranted amounts of stress. You resist the urge to fill in the blanks for him because it has to come from him and him only. 

But after everything he’s been through, what seems easy for most sometimes is the hardest to muster. “Siri,” you pause, waiting until he looks up at you and you keep his gaze. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

His gray orbs still before the dam breaks. “I’m sorry, love.” He chokes. “If I’m being so difficult, irky, irritated, anxious, everything.”

Hot tears run down his cheeks and it’s a painful watch. wanting nothing but to wipe it off and tuck him in your embrace and promise him he won’t be hurt as long as you’re there, but you can’t. The best thing you could do for him is to let it all out and finally feel.

He stares ahead on the city road with fingers trembling on the wheel. “I’m just so scared. So scared. James and Lily have been amazing parents, I can’t say same thing for myself but I try my best. Sometimes I still feel like he deserves someone better to be his godfather,” he sobs. “I just love him so much. I want only the best for him. I just want him to be happy and healthy all the time.”

After a while, you say with a bittersweet tone. “You know we can’t promise that, Siri,” you sigh. “Storms will come and will do damage and hurt and things that we can’t undo,” you pause, sniffling as you take your right hand to guide him to face you again, vulnerable gray eyes meeting yours. “But you know what?”

You give him an assuring smile, speaking the truth. “He’s gonna be alright because little as he is right now, he is so loved and adored by so many people, so loved by his parents. And so loved by his godfather.”

It wasn’t said aloud, it doesn’t need to. Loud as it could be, Sirius knows what you’re about to say; that his ability to love despite of everything he’s been through, despite of his own family ruthlessly trying to rob him of the ability to do so. That’s the type of love that Sirius gives, a love that withstands rain and abandonment; a love that stays after a rough storm, offering a home always open to go to when times are rough and feelings are still hurt; a love that tells the truth even when its hardest to hear. 

You know all this as an easy fact because you’re at the receiving end. Even if you hadn’t heard it from his lips yet.

“Have I told you I love you?”

A watery smile spreads on your face as you shake your head. “No, but i feel it everyday.”

“I love you, Y/N.” It leaves his lips like breaths, naturally and easily. 

It’s the same thing for you, too. “I love you too, Siri.” 

And it ends with sticky kisses that taste of vanilla fudge and berries.

[norizz-nation]

Hiii

I want to say that you are a remarkable writer. Each of ur work is a delightful journey through your creativity, and your skill in crafting engaging stories is truly commendable.

And for the request

Can you feed me some Toto Wolff smut w a lot younger reader?

Sending ❤️

Oh my god, love thank you so much! Your compliment really made my day! Also i hope you like it 🥺❤️

Spit on it 🩶

Summary: toto got you a present that made your jaw drop

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, age gap (reader is 20), innocence kink, anal, daddy kink, butt plug

"Im so excited for today!" you said, smiling big at toto who was buttoning his shirt. "Really my little girl?" he asked, smirking at you. “Yeah! Absolutely, its the Austrian grand prix. Its your home race! Im so excited!” You said, giggling softly as you checked yourself again in the mirror.

You wore a baby pink skirt with a silk white top. Pink and white made you look so innocent and beautiful. Toto loves it when you dress like a good little girl. But he would love this situation more if he could just lift your skirt up and fuck you right there. Make you all messy for him. All for him.

“I’ve got a present for you angel” toto said as he rushed to his closet and grabbed a little black box. The matte finishing to it was really attractive. Your eyes widened. Excited to see whats inside. You tried to grab the box but toto pulled away. “Have a little bit patience angel” he said, smiling softly at you. He then slowly opened the box and you looked at it curiously, not even blinking.

Your jaw dropped when you saw a silver butt plug inside of the box. It had a baby pink stone on the front.

“W-what is it?” You asked, stuttering a little as you looked up at him. He raised his eyebrows after hearing your question. “I know youre an innocent little baby who is just 20 but you do know what this is right? Daddy tried this with you before, remember?” He asked, whispering those words in your ear. Your body shivered when his breath touched your neck. Your reaction made toto smirk.

“Dont you wanna try it out my love?” He asked softly as he got the butt plug on his hand. You looked up at him with doe eyes, “b-but aren’t we going t-to the paddock?” You asked confusingly. Toto smiled at you, his face was filled with pride but you didn’t know why. “My little angel is so intelligent” he said as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “Yes we’re going to the paddock and yes youre going to wear it right now” he said, smirking at you devilishly. “And i want this cute little butt plug inside of you while we go to the paddock” he said and your eyes widened.

Toto lifted your skirt up and pushed your lacy panties aside. Your mouth fell open when toto brushed his fingers softly around your ass. He bend you over on the sink, one knee on the sink and the other leg supporting you to stand. “Spit on it, angel” he said as he held the butt plug in front your face. You spat on it and coated it perfectly with your tongue. You looked in the mirror and saw toto smile at you, being impressed by the fact that you coated it with your spit so nicely.

Your mouth fell open when toto pushed the butt plug inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back when the temptation slapped you. Toto looked at you hungrily. Looking at how perfect you look with that baby pink butt plug inside of you. He then patted your ass to indicate you that you’re good to go.

In the paddock, it was toto looking at you devilishly and smirking a little. You just rolled your eyes at him. You knew that he was loving the little game he’s playing with you. But you hated it. You want toto. All you want is his touch, not a stupid butt plug. You want him.

“Daddy please? I want you” you pleaded, looking up at him. He smiled at you, wrapping his arms around you. “No no little angel. You have to wait until we go back home” he said as he swayed you a little with him. You let out a frustrated sigh and rested your head on his chest.

The whole day was really hard for you. You couldn’t help but clench your jaw because you couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much for you. At this point you were just frustrated.

But it was all worth it when you two went home.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

[imprintmoonstone]

Dear Liam,

Na bangaaram (transl. 'My Beloved' in Telugu, my native language), where do I begin?

I first became a fan of 1D in 2015, just a few months after Zayn left. My friend (she was a big fangirl!) suggested that I listen to your songs. But frankly, I was disinterested. I was like, "meh! okay.." But a week or so later, the Drag Me Down music video was in my YouTube recommendations, and I was kinda curious, so I finally watched the music video and thought to myself, "Damn! these guys are fantastic and so talented!!" And the rest is history. In no time, I had become a big fan of 1D.

Even though I liked all the boys, I always had a soft spot for you and Zayn. You were both my favorites. In 2017, I remember another friend spamming my phone with texts when the 'Strip That Down' music video was released. He and I went bonkers that day, haha (He was a big fan of you and Zayn, too! He loved 'Get Low' and 'Bedroom Floor' a lot.) I also remember waking up early to listen to LP1 while staying in bed, watching your LP shows until 3 AM during 2020, all your cute Insta lives, etc. I have so many fun memories like these that I'm eternally grateful for 💝

Liam, I have always admired your kindness, passion, strength, patience, and bravery. Even with all the noise outside from many people, you stood firm. You loved everyone loudly and were always there for them. Your music made me so happy, and your voice always had a soothing effect on me. Your musical talent (especially your live performances and acoustic versions) and artistic skills always amazed me! Your interviews and weekly round-up videos during quarantine time helped me stay sane (I still watch all these videos and instantly feel relaxed.)

You've become my comfort person, honestly. There was a time when I wanted to give up, but you gave me the strength to move forward. You inspired me to be kind and gentle with myself. I can't thank you enough for being the warmth I needed during my coldest nights. I'll love you forever, my hero ❤️

I'm sorry that the world was never nice to you. It was so painful to see all the unwarranted hate towards you. You deserved all the love and kindness you always spread. It's devastating that you didn't get to do the things you were so passionate about. I'll miss your kind eyes, voice, your warm smiles and sweet giggles, your goofiness. I'll miss you so much, Liam, and I'll forever cherish all these memories.

Rest gently, angel. I hope that wherever you are now, you find peace 🕊️❤️‍🩹

Love,

Ri

[tpwkwriter]

could u please do where the reader falls asleep on his lap and harry finds it adorable and takes a picture of her and doesnt move so she doesnt wake up but when she finally does harry kisses her and says how beautiful she is and shows her the picture he put as a new lockscreen :D

~Personal pillow~

Awweeee this concept❤️ thank you so much! Sorry this has taken a while a lot has been going on lately, thank for all of your patience🫶🏼

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It had been a long week, one of them weeks were waking up was hard enough, one of them weeks were working days were long and hard, Friday was a godsend.

Harry leaned back on there shared sofa, his legs outstretched on the ottoman adjacent to him, his eyes glued to the Tv mounted on the wall, which was showing some 90s romcom.

It was a Friday evening, y/n’s return from work was nearing, Friday evening was the one of the couple’s favourite evenings, an evening full of cuddles, takeout, and a random show which they’d end up binging the whole weekend.

Knowing y/n has had a crappy week, he made sure her favourite candles were lit, there shared home was tidy and her favourite drinks and snacks were stocked in the fridge. He was thoughtful like that.

It was nearing 6pm and there was 0 sign of his loves return, Harry normally understood the girl had to work late sometimes, but it never stopped him from thoughts circling his mind, he reaches for his phone checking the notifications and still nothing, just as he clicks to his messages, he hears the familiar keys enter the lock.

Even after a long day at work she still managed to look like the prettiest girl to walk the Earth. She walked in bag on shoulder eyes sleepy and hair slightly frizzy but she still managed to glow.

“Y alright darling?” He calmly asked, forgetting his phone to the side.

“Mmhmm” she hummed, toeing off her shoes and hanging her jacket and bag up and remembering to toss her keys in the bowl so she didn’t forget them.

Harry could read y/n and vice versa, Harry knew that sometimes y/n could be just be quiet that never meant she was mad or upset, sometimes she just enjoyed listening over speaking and that was okay.

“Tea love?” He offered.

“Please H” she faintly smiled.

Harry was quick to his feet, before he got to the kitchen he pressed a sweet kiss to the girls rosey lips to which she happily fell in.

“Go get comfy, n I’ll sort dinner” he hummed in-between pecks.

Y/n got upstairs and stripped out of her work clothes and comfortably changed into Harry’s green packers hoodie which was a perfect oversized fit, and her white pyjama shorts, before moving she took a moment to take in the scent of the hoodie which still smelled like her lover. Home. Is all she could think about.

The smell of brewed tea and fresh linen candles practically lulled her dow the stairs.

She saw Harry back in his original position on the sofa, she didn’t hesitate to curl up next to him with the warm mug of tea.

“Thank you for this bubs” she mewled leaning her head on his arm by his side.

“N’worries love” he contently sighed at the feel of her touch and presence.

“Anything in particular y’want for dinner?” He asked pulling up his phone with his free hand.

“Usual” she softly hummed.

“N’problem lovie”

Once they have had dinner, and cleared up y/n’s energy levels had really ran low.

Without another word, y/n adjusted her position and laid her head on his lap, her legs were a perfect fit on the rest of the sofa allowing her a great deal of space.

Harry didn’t question or query he accommodated her and her comfort.

His left hand instinctively went to her hair and softly played with and combed through her locks.

His eyes glanced down at her to check she was okay.

“Y’okay angel? Haven’t heard much from ya tonight” he gently asked leaning his head down pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Mmhmm, just sleepy, s’been a long week” she softly smiled using her right arm to caress his cheek.

“Y’can relax now sweet girl” he whispered.

His eyes go back to the Tv screen in-front of them within 15 minutes of time passing and Harry’s fingers running through her hair it wasn’t long until the girl was killed into a slumber.

Soft snores and sighs were occasionally heard from the girl on his lap.

His heart couldn’t help but melt, he now felt obliged to stay still and let the girl rest peacefully.

Seeing her so vulnerable and so peaceful made something click into him, yes they shared a bed every night and had seen each other sleep a million times, but there was something about his girl using him as a pillow which just made his heart burst.

He was in awe.

Luckily his phone was in arms reach, ‘Lock Screen opportunity’ he thought to himself, he opened the camera app on his phone and happily took a few photos of the girl.

“As if I couldn’t love you anymore” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose.

A few moments of f pure bliss passed until a faint noise appeared from the sleep girl.

Her eyes began to flutter open.

“Y’wanna get into bed?” He softly asked, hovering above her rosey lips.

“Mmhmm” she sleepily hummed.

“Can y’stay with me though” she quietly asked.

“Of course I will lovie” he answered

“Carry me please?” She pleaded, the idea of having to move annoyed her at that moment.

“Whatever y’say darlin” he smirks.

He gently moves out of y/n’s touch and gently placed her head back on the sofa replacing his lap which earns a small whine from his girl.

One forearm goes under the girls knees as the other under her shoulders using his shoulder to support her head on.

She hums in contentness, the feeling of him just being there.

He presses a kiss on the top of her head before carefully plopping her down on her side of the bed and covering her with there shared duvet.

As H places his phone into the charging lead his phone screen flashes a new image that is his lock screen.

“Baby, lemme see y’phone again” she softly laughs.

Catching on to what she was saying, “oh this” he faintly chuckles showing her the screens background.

The image shows the girls face peacefully sleeping on his lap, her eyelashes almost touching her cheek, her lips rosey and almost in a pout, her cheeks a perfect blush colour with no single indent. Even in these moments she was just beautiful.

“Harryyyyyyy” she playfully dragged, blushing once again.

“Y’look so perfect on m’lap like tha” he replied, placing his free arm over the sleepy girls shoulder.

“Mmm, I love you” he mumbled into her cheek before pressing a sweet kiss there.

“I love you too, even if take pictures of my most vulnerable moments” she smiled into his touch.

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[sorritalasorra]

Blue Lock Boyfriend Bachira Meguru!

HES SUCH A CUTIE I LOVE HIMMMMMM

You two probably met by mere coincidence of running into each other

You apologized for running into him and compliment his soccer skills which confuses him because most people run off from him

You didn’t know then but his heart was beating faster then normal from the warm feeling that had entered his chest, a sensation he rarely felt 🥹

He found himself quickly gravitating towards you and eventually found his way to your heart ❤️

Before Blue Lock

HE WOULD BE SUCH A LOVING BOYFRIEND

YOU GUYS ARE ATTACHED AT THE HIP

Literally worships the ground you walk on 🧎🏽‍♀️

LOVES pda because it announces to everyone you guys are an item 🥹

MATCHING SWEATERS FOR THE WINTER SEASON BECAUSE YALL ARE ADORABLE

Dates everywhere and anywhere because as long as you guys are together he’s on cloud 9 😭

A sucker for cuddles, his favorite kind (even though he loves all cuddles) are when you two are just melted into each other ❤️

Calls you the mushiest pet names he can think of with no shame (POOKIE)

His wallpaper would be a picture of you in a field full of flowers (he thinks you look like a angel) or a picture of you two in matching clothes 🌻

During Blue Lock

Misses you so much and he will tell you that every single time you guys talk 😭

MESSAGES WHENEVER AND WHEREVER HE CAN 🫶🏽

Will rewatch videos and look at pictures of you guys together to make himself feel better but it actually makes him miss you even more 😭

Sends pictures of himself looking sad to show you how much he misses you (pouting pictures)

His teammates know so much about you even your favorites of everything because of how much he talks about you 🥹

Calls you every single night even if it disrupts the sleep of his fellow blue lock participants ☠️

He won’t have any shame calling you late hours into the night…

Definitely got yelled at by Rin to shut his phone off or else he was going to get it 💀

Bachira is very grateful for your support in understanding his dreams and why he went into Blue Lock. It’s very painful to be apart from each other but he knows it’ll all be worth it in the end so he can make you proud. ❤️

Author note: Very sorry for my long hiatus, the past school year was such a toll on me physically and mentally. I’d hit a writers block trying to create new pieces of work in the small free time I had. I’m slowly making my way out of the block and will hopefully post more soon! Thank you for your patience! :)

[muffinpink02]

do my eyes deceive me??? you say... you're working on a longer alexia fic???😮😲🤭😋😝🥹 whether it's smut or not, im seated. they say, "blurb anon, you need to go to work, you're on the night shift" i say no, im simply too seated for a piece of art the world is not ready for. oh. my. god. best news of the week girly pop im fucking READYYYY for when it drops, no matter how long it takes. take all the time you need, rome wasn't built in a day and muffinpink02's priceless works take however long they need to be curated🙂‍↕️ so. excited. to see what it is omg🥹 take all the time you need queen and i hope your new job is amazing!!!

-💭

(p.s. have i mentioned im excited? my excitement comes with patience baby and im telepathically sending over every ounce of motivation i have😘)

What if I said I was working on 3 long alexia fics? 👀

Ohhh yeah, definitely will have smut! But I want to try and get longer ones out to you guys, I want to add more story to my fics. Atm they’re all just short little smutty ones (don’t get me wrong I love those and will still do those) but I haven’t done a long one for Alexia yet 🙄

Omg!! You are officially my biggest hype woman 🥹 the silly smile I made when reading this 😂 thank you my angel! You’re so sweet and I appreciate it every time you pop into my inbox! I genuinely can’t tell you how cute your words are and the impact it has on my confidence is real❤️

It may take me a little while… but hopefully you’ll like it!

I hope you have the best day, you absolute sweetheart!

[gretavanlace]

Blurred Lines

Jake kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, very light impact play, explicit language, overstimulation, etc.

Just a little something quick I whipped up because my life is now an absolute dumpster fire thanks to Jake and his eyeliner. Fairly lazy editing, my apologies in advance ❤️

Sexy? Yes, you had expected that. A feral crowd calling forth that smirk of his that proves he knows exactly what he’s doing. The wicked gleam in his eye that says ‘they want me and I love it’, you had expected that too.

What you didn’t expect, was the wild, white-hot flame that would be stoked way down deep inside you. The moment he appeared, a rock and roll angel…wings hidden beneath his jacket, you wanted to fall to your knees with a warm, wet, open mouth offering a home for his cock.

Eye liner. A sweep of charcoal along his lash line, expertly applied, rendering his gaze even more beautiful than usual. No man has any business being that pretty. Gorgeous, really. Feminine in the most delicious way. In the way that serves as a testament to the unwavering confidence and security in his own skin he possesses.

You had wanted him then, badly. Wanted to climb into his lap and kiss his lovely face, to suck on his bubble gum pink tongue, to rock your hips against him until he was so hard neither of you could bear it any longer.

Yes, you’d been down astronomically bad then, but now? Watching him destroy his guitar, fingers flying along the frets so rapidly they’re no more than a blur. Sweat glistening and rolling down his chest like diamonds as he flirts with the audience, stealing heart after heart, liner now smudged and messy from exertion…now your need is nearly painful.

If he were to curl a finger at you, you’d make your way over from side-stage and bow to his every whim…audience be damned.

You have to have him, and you don’t want him on the bus where you’re both forced to be gentle and quiet lest the others hear (although you’re fairly certain they still do from time to time). No, you want to fuck, with him behind you, looking like a whore of a pirate who stepped foot on dry land and somehow ended up here.

Never before have you ducked out before the end of their set, but there’s a first time for everything. If he swaggers off stage like usual - an arm will be wrapped around your waist in greeting as he bullshits with his brothers about the show…what went wrong, what went right, what might go wrong and right next time, it will carry on and on.

Normally you don’t mind. In fact, you enjoy it. But if you’re forced to stand around aching and fiending for the fix only he can bestow, you very well might begin tearing into him right in front of the others.

If he leaves the stage and his gaze doesn’t land on you immediately, he’ll forgo the post show back and forth in favor of hunting you down.

And it is to that end, that you find yourself waiting, not so patiently, in his dressing room.

It feels like an eternity, and exasperation is beginning to creep in when the door swings open.

“Where’d you go, baby?” He smiles through heavy pants of breath. “Were we that awful tonight?”

“Lock the door.”

“Why?” He looks confused.

Your patience is wearing incredibly thin. You want him just like this - covered in sweat, post show adrenaline coursing through his veins like the sweetest drug, screams of adoration still rattling about in his head “Just lock the fucking door, Jake.”

He reaches back and pushes the tiny button on the handle, eyes on you all the while, a quiet groan of lust escaping him when you lean over the vanity and hike your dress up over your hips. Panties are next to go, shoved down mid-thigh, blush pink lace as soaked and warm as your cunt.

“Look at you, my poor, pretty little thing. Does baby need some attention?” His voice is slightly hoarse. Always a tell as to how turned on he is. The man has no poker face when it comes to being buried inside you.

His reflection grows nearer in the mirror and your desire kicks into overdrive, shaking through your system until you’re practically vibrating with it.

“Fuck me.” It ribbons off your tongue with a tremble clutching at your throat. Twisting and squeezing in perfect time with the thunderous pounding of your heart.

His hands wrap around the curve of your waist, Chelsea boot kicking your legs further apart.

Your eyes burn into one another’s for a moment, the air in the room so thick with sexual tension that if you closed your eyes you might believe you were wandering through early morning fog.

He jerks your hips back against him, just to torture you with the heat of his hard cock, and that sets in motion what seems like a thousand movements.

Leaning forward, he sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder until you whine out in blissful pain, and then there is his finger, sneaking under the strap of your bra resting beside the mark of his teeth.

“Let me see them.” He snaps the elastic and then slides his hand between your thighs, growling low in his chest when he finds you dripping and clenching around nothing.

You chase his fingers as he teases them around, giving you just enough to pull whimper after needy whimper out of you.

“I said let me see them.” He sounds harsh and demanding, but you can see love behind the darkness in his eyes.

Yanking down on the neck of your dress, you take the cups of your bra along for the ride, leaving you nothing more than a half-dressed disheveled whore for him.

And that’s fine by you. You’d rather be a whore for him than a lady for someone else.

His tongue sweeps over his bottom lip as, at last, he finally slips two fingers inside you. “Look how fucking beautiful you are, baby. Play with them for me, and make it hurt. I know you like it.”

He feels you clench viciously around his touch the moment you take hold of your taught nipples, wrenching and tugging at them.

“You’re sucking me right in,” his breath is catching and hitching in his lungs. “I fucking love your cunt. So tight and hot. Velvet soft. Pink and greedy. What’s got her so worked up? Tell me.”

You try your hardest to collect your thoughts, but with his fingers circling into the spot only he has ever found, it’s nearly impossible.

In the end, it doesn’t matter, he figures it out for himself when you glance up and catch sight of the smoky eye his ruined liner has created…your eyes roll back in your head and he knows.

“There it is.” He sounds like sex drenched detective who has just cracked a case. “You like that? You like it when I look pretty for my sweet little whore of a fuck toy?”

“Yes…” the word drags out of you as you push back to meet his hand frantically. “Fuck me, Jake. Please, I need it. I need it so fucking bad.”

The teeth of his zipper hum open and suddenly you’re stuffed full in one smooth roll of his hips.

“Yeah,” a cocky smirk ghosts over his lips. “You’re soaked, baby. You love it, don’t you? You wanna paint my lips cherry red so I can kiss it all over this gorgeous pussy?”

You smack your palm harshly against the polished wood you’re bent over, biting down on your lip feverishly in an effort to keep quiet.

He reaches around and tugs it free…he wants every sound. Every moan and sigh, every call of his name. “Tell me I’m pretty.”

A flash of heat explodes in your chest, spider cracking all the way down to your toes.

Hand slipping downward, he wraps his grip around your neck, squeezing as if he’s trying to coax praise off your tongue with his touch. “Say it.”

“You’re so pretty, Jake…” each word is followed by a tiny gasp for air as he fucks into you harder and faster “A fucking princess with a cock. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He groans out an animalistic noise that springs goosebumps to life on your skin. His head falls back and you’re reminded of stage Jake, practically fucking his guitar, losing himself in the haunting notes his talented fingers call forth.

Once again, he finds your eyes in the mirror. “Come on, baby, cum for me. I’m so fucking close.” A shiver ripples through him as his cock jerks wildly deep inside you.

“Go ahead, Jakey…” you can’t tear your eyes away from him. “Give it to me.”

He shakes his head, sending his layers whipping around. “You first. I need to feel it. Fuck…be a good girl and do as you’re told…cum on my cock.”

A wail of a whine tumbles out of you, as you tighten around him like a silken fist.

“It's pretty, too.”

You’ve hardly made a sound, but he catches it.

“Is it?” The question drifts out with a hint of a slur - he’s completely drunk on you. “A pretty cock for a beautiful cunt.” He cracks a sharp smack against the outside of your thigh. “Now give it the fuck up, baby girl. I want it.”

Your muscles jerk and tense up tight as a drum listening to his teeth click together with a clenched jaw as he fights his own need. “C’mon sweetheart, please…”

The effort was valiant, but he loses the battle, and with a hushed call of your name, the sinful heat of his release warms you from the inside out and you wish you could keep it there forever. A bit of him secreted away safe and sound within you.

“Don’t stop..” you beg as his cursing cries morph into tiny whines of overstimulation. “Don’t fucking stop.”

He can’t deny you anything, so he carries on, fighting through it in order to get you there while you babble and moan incoherently, words peppered through. Harder. Right there. Keep going. Obscenities you’d be ashamed for anyone else to hear.

With the most endearing fucked out noise you’ve ever heard him utter, he sends you sailing over the edge, nails raking into the vanity, body shaking and squirming so intensely he is forced to wrap an arm around your waist to hold you somewhat still around his cock as it throbs and aches for mercy.

His forehead falls against your shoulder, tired, spent, satiated in the way he’s only ever felt with you.

Right here, you have all you’ll ever need…but soon, the spell is broken when you register the lowered hum of noise on the other side of the door. The place is slowly clearing out, the others are likely already on the bus wondering what the hell has become of you two.

There’s no time to shower, but you do your best at looking at least halfway presentable, futile as it is. They’ll see through you both right away, but it isn’t the first time your indiscretions have provided them with valuable material for their entertainment, and it certainly won’t be the last.

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[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hey can you do a part 2 of "I need you to love me". Well it's smut but make it romantic. They Reader and Donna is in a relationship for sometime after the events of the story. They're happy they get to he with each other so they took it to the next step. The Reader put her to bed and it starting to get steamy. Donna was really overwhelmed and felt awkward because it's her first time doing it. Reader just tell her to lay down while she pleasures her lover. Reader did all sorts of errotic things to Donna to show how much she loves her. Their passionate night lasted for an hour and Donna is really sweaty at this point. After that overwhelming sensation she just fainted. Reader felt satisfied on what she did. Next morning they woke. Donna felt sore and Reader asked her if she's ok and if she hurt her last night. Donna said she enjoyed every seconds of it. Reader tells her she loves her deeply, Donna felt herself blush but tells the same.

Note: I hope you don't find this wierd at all because couples sometimes have their nights together so please write this down🙏. Also you're really good at making stories and and it's always long so I appreciate that. Even if I'm anonymous I request you some stories you've already written and I am thankful for you writing them. 😊❤️

Yess!!! Here it is, thank you for your request, and I'm glad to read that you liked the first part :)))) I hope you like this one and sorry about the language mistakes!!!

That night full of love

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, fluff, insecurities, Donna's POV

Word count: 6,497

Summary:  I needed it, (Y/N), I needed to love your body...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! This is a second part of this one, but you can read it by itself!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

I couldn't explain in words how I have felt these last few months. After my clumsiness was about to push you away from me, I achieved the opposite.

“Let's try to love each other,” you said that afternoon when your patience was overwhelmed by my clumsy desire to have you next to me, to be close to you.

I said yes, you kissed me, I kissed you.

Thus began a time in my life that I could describe. Your kisses, your words, your smiles... Everything overwhelmed me. I felt like I was dreaming in some way, that you couldn't feel that way, that I would lose my mind seeing myself incapable of having you. But no dream could compare to the reality of your body close to mine, the warmth of your hugs, your eternal patience.

I know that to deal with me was not easy, that your attempt to love me would be like a test, an exercise in blind trust in which I was your goal, in which you were my goal.

I tried to control myself, to have the voices in my head tell me that everything was fine, that you were sincere when you smiled at me, when you kissed me. I almost had no doubts anymore. The darkness of my thoughts and my wounded conscience disappeared with your light, with your presence. You were my protector, my friend, my lover. And you were mine.

With you, a dull task like cleaning or cooking became the only moments in which I could truly smile, in a different kind of time, slower, more intense. Waking up next to you, with you hugging my waist, was the only thing I was looking for when I slept. I no longer had to flee from my torments, because you were by my side to fight against them, to tell me that everything was fine, that you were with me.

Neither your kisses, nor your smile, nor your hugs were comparable to the feeling of having you close, to the feeling of having a protective angel just for me. Not even Mother Miranda caused those sensations in me.

You were the shield that protected me from myself.

Although love was always unnecessary for me, recognizing that there was no more pleasant, happier feeling cost me many sleepless nights. Nights that, when I felt your warm body next to mine, when I saw you defenseless next to me, became the best of my life.

My trust wasn't free. I couldn't trust you even if you begged me to. Maybe you were tricking me. Maybe I had fallen into your trap and couldn't get out. I didn't care, (Y/N), you could have defeated me, made me disappear. I wasn't going to stop you, I couldn't stop you. Being in your spider web was much better than being alone, even if at some point I got careless and you were going to devour me. Devour me and I will have died happy.

“Oh, how romantic...” You sighed, blinking quickly and holding a book to your chest.

I wish I could have been honest and told you that I never read when I was next to you, I just looked at you, I just enjoyed the calm that your expression conveyed to me, I just enjoyed watching you breathe, knowing that you were really by my side, that you trusted me, that my darkness would not make you think that you were also my prey, that one day I was going to devour you.

You closed your eyes and smiled, leaving the book on the table and lying down next to me on the couch. The smile was already inevitable for me. Every time you showed yourself tangible, that you affirmed that you were not just a dream, my heart beat strongly.

“Have you finished?” I asked, letting my hand travel to your head as you leaned back even more, leaning on my lap and looking at me from there, with a smile. You nodded, taking my hand and kissing it elegantly.

“Yes,” you said amused, settling on top of me causing strange nerves to begin to cloud my mind.

“Are you sleepy?” I asked, moving my thoughts away from strange ideas that had appeared to torment me for some time.

It seemed that even in the safety of your arms my mind could not calm down. Having you so close, kissing you, caressing you... All those sensations were increasingly unbearable for my fragile conscience. Something told me that it was no longer enough, that I wanted your kisses, your hugs, to last a little longer, just a little longer.

“Well, maybe a bit,” you said, yawning, without taking your eyes off mine, oblivious to the strange feelings that your head on my lap caused.

I smiled again, caressing your cheek and leaning down to kiss you. In my head I always counted the time that passed until your kisses became necessary for me. It was less and less time, my addiction to you only got worse, but I didn't stop it. I wanted to not be able to go a single minute without feeling your lips on mine.

“Then we should go to sleep...” I sighed, amused, with my caresses loving your skin.

“Yes, good idea,” you said, standing up and stretching your arms in a comical way. I wish I could also make you that same smile.

I walked with you into the eternal darkness of the bedroom. There was something, something different between you and me. I couldn't say what it was exactly, but it was making me nervous. Closing my eye tightly, and letting myself be guided by your protective hand, I dispelled the imminent outbreak of my madness. I never needed a reason to lose my temper, but on this occasion, something inside me told me to do it.

“Donna, are you okay?” You asked, opening the bedroom door and cupping my face in your hands, studying me cautiously. I nodded after fighting my demons, drowning them in the depth of your tender look, that look that said you weren't lying, that you loved me.

“Yes,” I said dryly, as if waking up from a dream, or a nightmare. I was nervous, very nervous, and I didn't know why.

“You know if something happens to you, I will always take care of you, right?” You said, not trusting my word. I didn't blame you for it. I can't blame you for it. I will never be able to change the things that embarrassed me, my problems. I could only think that one day they would be bearable for me, but also for you.

“I know,” I repeated again, looking away just as your lips kissed my corner. Those kisses that were so different, those kisses far from romance, linked with affection that told me that everything was fine... Those kisses were my favorites.

You nodded with a distrustful glint in your eyes. Again, I didn't blame you, you had to be suspicious, you had to sense that something wasn't right with me, and not even I knew what it was.

“Okay...” You whispered, that time kissing me on the lips, slowly, letting me get lost in the sensation. You were a true sorceress. You were able to calm me down only with your kisses. But with that night, not that night. “I'm going to change my clothes.”

You turned away from me, giving me one last look in case I was lying to you. You knew I was lying to you, right? You always knew everything.

You sat at the small dresser, freeing your silky hair from the ponytail you always tied it up in. That hairstyle sent contradictory sensations to my chest. You were still my maid, even though you barely looked like it, so that's why you tied your hair up? Or did you just like to wear it that way?

I suddenly realized that there were hundreds of things I still didn't know about you. I wanted to know them all.

As I became lost in thought, I became less and less aware of what was in front of me. When I blinked, your dress was gone, lost in the dust of the wood.

I swallowed involuntarily, my feet digging into the floor. The beauty of your body made me tremble. It made me stay still looking at you, observing the details of your exposed skin, wondering what was behind those two clothes that you still had on.

My breathing became noisy and my gaze was lost in your body, in your legs, in that spot you had under your collarbone. I couldn't stop looking at you. I didn't want to stop looking at you.

“Ugh, what a day,” you sighed, combing your hair, increasing my breathing with each of your movements. “First, the herbs from the garden…”

Your words entered my ears, but I couldn't process them. I was embarrassingly absorbed in your body.

I was only able to nod. Maybe it would have been better to look away, like I always did.

“Then, that damn pile of books in the office. Seriously, Donna, that office is a disaster. We should sort it out together, if we don't die buried by the huge amounts of dust, of course,” you whispered, amused. A pity that I still didn't listen to you.

“Uh-huh,” I said automatically, pretending that I heard your voice, that my mind couldn't imagine your body without a piece of clothing.

You were quiet for a moment, looking at me through the mirror. Your look was strange. Maybe you had realized it, or maybe you hadn't.

“And then I fought a basilisk. That damn snake... Surely if I didn't find the sword it would have devoured me before the phoenix was able to heal me,” you commented, to which I nodded again.

“Oh, sure, sure,” I said, blinking quickly.

“Donna!” You shouted, calling my attention, waking me up from that wonderful dream in which only your body existed, not your words, not the room, only you.

“What?” I asked shaking my head, noticing the heat of the blush on my cheeks.

“You weren't listening to me, were you?” You asked amused, making my embarrassment even greater.

“Of course I was listening to you,” I lied, hardening my gaze, repressing my feelings with the fabric of my dress.

“Were you? Let's see, let's see... What was the last thing I said?” You asked again, standing up, making my eye travel through the unknown corners of your body again.

“Yes... The phoenix ate the grass in the garden and the basilisk put the books in order,” I stammered, regretting it instantly, especially when I saw your arched eyebrow and your crossed arms, further framing the vision I had of your... Of your breasts.

“You were close,” you said with a funny face, approaching me. I had to make an effort not to back away.

You must have seen something in my eye, something that made your smile widen and change into one... A different one.

“Donna, Donna, Donna...” You sighed, hanging from my neck, making even more difficult for me to breathe. “Were you looking at me?”

“No, yes... I mean, was I looking at you?” I said nervously. Having you so close to me made me stupid.

“Come on, it's okay, do you like my body?” You asked in my ear, making me feel a chill, increasing the heat in my cheeks.

I couldn't lie to you. I nodded slowly, wishing at the same time that you would let me go and that you would never do it, ever.

“Mm, interesting,” you purred, rocking with you, with that strange gleam in your eyes. “Tell me something, how long have we been together?” You asked, lowering your hands to my waist, keeping me very close to you.

“Six...” I responded with a low, trembling voice, just like my body. “Six months and three days”

“Wow, you do have a memory,” you joked, amused by my response, but not giving me a break, kissing me slowly on the lips, increasing the heat that my body was beginning to feel.

“Just, just for the things that are important to me,” I said, wanting to reaffirm how indispensable you were to me. It wasn't romance, it was security, (Y/N), I was still afraid of losing you.

“Mm,” you murmured, nodding, raising your hands to my chest. “Would you like me to take off my clothes and...? I don't know, lie in bed?” You asked with a whisper, one that set off all my alarms.

“Oh, I... It's, wait...” I said pulling away, letting my hands hang in yours under your amused gaze. It wasn't anything to laugh at, (Y/N). Don't laugh at me or I won't be able to control myself. “That, that sounds good but... I just remembered that I have the fire in the tea, I mean, the tea in the kitchen, the kitchen burning and... I have, I have to...” I stammered pathetically, separating myself from you and running away from you.

I understood, (Y/N), I understood what you wanted to tell me, what you wanted to ask of me.

All these years of solitude did not keep me alien to the pleasures of the flesh. I knew they existed. Before having you close, I imagined that you were there, with me, hugging me, kissing me under the sheets. I'm still ashamed of having let my body speak for itself, that my hands caressed me to imitate, that I lost track of space and time while I touched myself, imagining that it was you.

Lust, desire, love... No matter what I called it, how I hid it when I moaned your name in absolute loneliness, when my body writhed with pleasure at its own touch, just imagining that it was you.

That was a thing of the past, my need to feel loved, desired, was camouflaged among the barrage of kisses and nervousness that I suffered when I had you so close. I had almost forgotten. I had forgotten what I imagined how it would be like to feel you... Inside of me.

“Cazzo!” I cursed, hitting a wall with my fist and sliding until I sat on the floor, embarrassed by my pathetic escape and by the desire to undress you, to make my fantasies come true.

A few wooden steps made things worse.

“Someone called me...” Angie's singing voice brought me out of my regrets.

“I haven't called you, Angie. Go away,” I protested, pushing the devilish puppet away.

I forgot that she was part of my conscience. I always forgot about it.

“Problems?” She asked, sitting next to me. I shook my head, pulling my knees up to my chest. “Don't answer, I know.”

I sighed and ran my hand over my sweaty forehead. Angie already knew it.

“What's wrong, my Donna?” She asked again, with that irritating tone, with the tone of my confused conscience. “Wouldn't you like to see (Y/N) naked?”

“Stai zitto,” I protested. “If you know, why do you ask?”

Angie laughed, walking over to my knees and leaning on them.

“Angie, I... I don't know if I can do it,” I confessed, relaxing a bit, wishing that part of my mind was more understanding and less psychotic.

“Why not? You want it and she wants it,” she said, with a tone softer than usual.

“Because I... I have never...” I stammered embarrassed by my ignorance, by the years of loneliness that made me seem completely naive. “I have never made love to anyone. It would only, only disappoint her.”

“Bullshit,” the doll said, giving me a nasty slap on the leg. “You want it, and you know it. You don't have to be ashamed.”

“What if I…?” I asked, being interrupted by wooden hands on my mouth. Angie, for the last time, don't do that.

“Oh, shut up now and stop complaining,” she said abruptly, pulling me up from the floor. I, reluctantly, obeyed. “Go in there and do your job properly. If you don't you will really disappoint her.”

“Disappoint her?” I asked shaking off the dust that stained my black dress. “How could I do it if I don't do anything?”

“Precisely doing nothing, silly Donna. Your gentlemanly and diabetic attitude is fine for a while, but someone like (Y/N) needs something else, and you should give it to her,” my own conscience scolded me.

I tried to find an argument against those words, but I couldn't.

“But, but, what do I do?” I asked, watching how the doll walked away from her, getting lost in the darkness. Angie shrugged, but she didn't turn to look at me.

“I don’t know. I've told you a thousand times that I'm just a doll,” she murmured, with a cocky step, leaving me alone again.

Angie was right, I had to do it, I wanted to do it, I wanted it.

I slowly walked back into the room, slowly opening the door, looking at the floor.

“Did you manage to put out the fire?” You asked amused, getting into bed. Your bare shoulders gave away that you had not dressed. The heat became unbearable again.

“Yes, no, I...” I stammered embarrassed. You laughed and patted the mattress while biting your lip.

“Come here, darling,” you whispered.

I nodded, not sure, but determined not to disappoint you. I didn't want you to think I was stupid, although you probably already did.

“Donna,” you said when I joined you under the covers. I looked at you confused and you simply nodded at the dress. “Won't you take it off?”

“Oh, I...” I said hurriedly, starting to undo the buttons, which I found terribly difficult since my hands didn't want to stop shaking.

“Hey...” You whispered, placing a hand on my wrist and running your thumb over my skin. “Relax, I'm not trying to pressure you, or make you do something you don't want to.”

Your words entered my ears fully, making my shoulders drop, letting out all my worries.

“I want to, (Y/N), but... But I don't know what... I can't,” I said trembling, feeling the heat of your skin in my hand, feeling the heat that radiated from your body.

“Hey, come on, everything's fine. Take off your dress and lie down with me,” you proposed, to which I, nodding and suppressing my desire to run away again, got out of bed and obeyed. “Don't worry, if you want I won't look at you.”

“No, I... No, it doesn't matter,” I said, taking out both sleeves, feeling the cold of the room in contrast to my hot skin.

I stayed like you, only with my underwear, with your gaze traveling over my body, my pale skin and the corners that until then were unknown to you.

“Come, my love,” You whispered again, while I, clumsy and trembling, crawled under the sheets, next to you. “I propose something to you, Donna,” you said with a more serious tone, cradling me in your arms. You knew how nervous I was, you always knew it. You always calmed me down.

I nodded, burying my head in your half-naked chest, feeling like I didn't want to separate, that I wanted to stay like this forever.

“Now we are going to... Spend some time together, okay? We're both here, in bed, we can kiss if you want...” You said, raising my chin so that I could look at you. Your eyes were always my downfall. “… And if you see that you like it and want to continue, well, I will be happy to do it. Is that okay with you, my love?”

I nodded again, pondering your proposal. You didn't want to put pressure on me, I know, but I couldn't help but feel that pressure, feel your rapid breathing.

“Well, then come here, lie down with me,” you said softly, moving away to stand next to me, holding my hand, playing with my fingers. I looked at you for a moment, before your body was even closer to mine, before your bare legs caught mine. A trap, you were going to devour me and I... I wanted you to do it.

Silent, subtle, skillful like a feline stalking its prey, you approached me, placing your lips on my cheek, leaving them there for a moment, calming the trembling of my body. The cold was no longer a problem, I was with you, your body protected me. Your kisses calmed me.

Your mouth traveled slowly across my face, until it met my lips, kissing me slowly, but with a different attitude. It wasn't a short kiss, one you gave me to show your love, no. Your tongue peeked out after a moment of peace, of tranquility, searching for mine. A wet and different kiss, a different longing, without the innocent promise that you will always stay with me. No, your intention was anything but innocent.

I responded, letting myself be carried away by the humidity of your lips, by the way you kissed my mouth lovingly, without wanting to leave it. My hands abandoned her stoicism, traveling slowly to your waist, pulling on it as I focused on your kisses. You smiled against my lips and I smiled back, catching them again, not wanting to let them go.

My breathing became unstable again and my hands reached your hair, caressing its softness as the humidity of our kisses increased more and more. I always said that our first kiss was the best of all, but those... Those movements of your lips on mine, the way your tongue caressed mine while your body moved to emphasize the desires of your lips, becoming a hot dance, one that clouded my conscience, one that made me stop and look into your eyes, searching in them for the answer that I was not able to verbalize.

“(Y/N)...” I whispered, seeing you climb on top of me, feeling your legs on both sides of your hips. You didn't let me speak. Your wet and warm kisses silenced my words. My hands hugged your back, pulling it towards me, wanting to have you on top of my body, with your heat calming the cold of my skin, just as your kisses calmed the emptiness of my heart.

I could feel your smile spreading across my mouth before your lips changed target, moving down my neck, making me gasp involuntarily. Like cruel torture, the tickling you did to me made me tremble, made me close my eye tightly, lose the cold, gain heat, much more heat.

“Are you comfortable, Donna?” You asked, separating yourself, brushing my hair out of my face so you could study my expression. I couldn't do anything else, I just shook my head.

“No, I...” I said, making you sit up, making the vision I had in front of me even worse. Your body on top of mine, your hips with mine. It was unbearable.

“Okay, honey, we can stop and...” You said softly, trying to abandon me. I didn't allow it. Don't you dare to abandon me, (Y/N)

“Wait, no, I didn't mean that,” I said, with a look of terror, with the horrible feeling of losing you closer than ever. “I want you to continue but…”

You nodded understandingly, taking my hand and squeezing it to give me strength, to try to get my feelings, my worries out.

“It's, it's my first time and... I'm a bit...” I confessed, avoiding your gaze, preventing you from judging me for being so stupid, for having declined a thousand times Alcina's offer to have a fun time with one of the maids.

 Maybe if I had done it, I wouldn't be so nervous at that moment, but I feel like also, I wouldn't be able to look at your face. I know you knew about my darkness, I know you feared me, but I also know that you don't think I'm like the rest of my siblings, and that may be one of the reasons for you to love me.

“Nervous, I understand, it's normal,” you said smiling, going down again to give me a quick kiss. “Relax, okay? I promise you that I will make you enjoy it.”

I nodded, kissing you again, wanting to feel that lascivious moisture on my lips. At least kissing you, I was incapable of feeling uncomfortable, of thinking about everything that was coming, about everything we would do.

“If you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop...” You whispered in my ear. I shook my head, not knowing if I was nodding or denying. I was confused, upset by my feelings, but I was clear about one thing. I wanted more of your kisses, more of your body.

The hugs joined the humidity of your kisses. My hands enjoyed the contact with your bare skin and protested when they found the fabric of your bra. You were always so observant... Laughing, you put your hand to the closure, freeing yourself from the garment, making my heart stop as I admired your bare chest.

“You are so beautiful,” I said, dazzled by the perfection of your body, feeling ashamed for wanting to caress you, for wanting that part of your body in my hands, in my mouth...

“You’re flattering me,” you whispered, throwing the bra far away from us, where it belonged.

Your body lowered again, your kisses returned to my lips. My already burning skin burned with your chest on mine. I wanted to feel you more. I needed to feel you more.

Again, as if you were a witch capable of reading my mind, your hands slipped to the closure of my own bra. You will never be able to have the same feeling as I do when looking at you. My body cannot compare to yours.

Without saying anything, just looking at me curiously, you bit your lip, running your hands along the sides of my torso, across my chest, without touching me in those places, respecting me in a way that I found unpleasant. I wanted your hands on me, I wanted you to hold me, to squeeze my breasts, to bring yours closer, I wanted to feel the heat of your naked body on mine. I needed it.

“My beautiful Donna...” You whispered, kissing my cheek, taking my hand to the place where shame prevented it from being, to one of your perfect breasts, cupping it with your help, making my body tremble again. “Touch me without fear…”

I obeyed, nodding, gasping at the heat that began to travel through my legs until it settled between them, a feeling that I knew, but that I didn't expect to feel with a person, with you.

The kisses became messy. My hands lost their shyness, passing over your breasts, wanting to memorize the feel of your skin, that skin that was always hidden from my gaze. You were so soft, so perfect...

You did the same, running your hands over my chest as your mouth trailed down to my collarbone, to my shoulders. As if you were oblivious to what I was experiencing with your body, you acted of your own free will, kissing one of my nipples, sucking it delicately, making the need to moan at the sensation too strong to contain.

The sound that came out of my mouth made you smile, continuing with your caresses becoming less and less shy, with your body beginning to move slowly against mine, with your hips causing the friction to send a terribly pleasurable sensation to my body.

I pulled your head so you returned to my mouth and you obeyed, kissing me in a much more intense way, moving your body, placing your leg between mine, making contact with my intimate area, causing me to moan, more sweat in my hands, more need for you.

“Do you like that, my love?” You asked, pressing more on your leg, knowing that I was going to nod in a messy way, wrapping my arms around you, scratching your back, causing a lustful gasp to come out of your mouth.

“Kiss me, please,” I asked you, moving my hips so that sensation was more intense. I had gotten carried away by lust and I didn't want to stop, I didn't want you to stop. Your kisses only served to hide the shameful pleasure that your leg were giving to my body.

You heard my prayers, moving your perfect leg aside, deepening my kisses, letting me deepen them as I cupped your face with my hands. Your neck was tempting to my lips, which soon gave in and succumbed to the need to taste your skin. You closed your eyes, enjoying my unusual lack of shyness as I showered you with my kisses along your neck, your collarbone, your chest.

With a push, followed by a gasp and a wicked smile, you pushed me against the mattress, stopping the path my lips took over your skin.

I looked at you curiously, but I didn't find anything that told me I had done something wrong, quite the opposite. You looked at my body, up and down, thinking what to do, what kind of wonder you would do next.

“Relax, Donna,” you asked me while you placed your lips on my neck again, while your hands went down to my legs, going up again, passing through every possible corner of my body.

I didn't respond, just gasped again when your kisses returned to my bare chest. They weren't going to stop there, not this time. Little by little, making sure that there was not a piece of skin left to worship, you continued lowering, circling my navel while your hands circled around my waist, hoping to meet your mouth, which was positioned dangerously close to the hem of my underwear.

“Donna,” you said, making me open my eye and have to look at you. I couldn't do it, (Y/N), seeing you kneeling like that made me nervous and... And anxious. “I want to make you feel good, do you agree?”

“What will you do me?” I asked worried when I felt the tips of your fingers inside the garment that separated me from nudity. I didn't want to sound worried or nervous, but I couldn't help it. The heat between my legs screamed to be relieved.

You smiled tenderly.

“Do you trust me?” You asked, rubbing my legs slowly, searching for the answer in my confused look.

“I trust you,” I said, nodding, noticing how my underwear masterfully yielded to your lustful hand, to your burning touch.

“Relax, you're shaking...” You said amused, rubbing my leg again while you got rid of that piece of clothing that seemed to bother you so much. Being naked, defenseless in front of you was a feeling that I didn't think was so good.

I felt free. I felt that I no longer had anything to hide, that there were no secrets for you. I was yours, you were mine. My whole body, my feelings, my craziness, my nightmares, my light and my darkness... Everything belonged to you, (Y/N).

I grabbed your hand involuntarily, relaxing my fearful instinct of failing, of doing something wrong. I just had to relax, that was the only thing you asked of me before your lips rested on my skin again, going down my belly more and more down.

When I felt you so close, my mouth begged for me to moan. Your lips went further, teasing my inner thigh, giving it small kisses while your hand moved up my leg, before sinking into me, kissing me where no one had ever kissed me, not even you.

I sighed to silence the flood of emotions I was feeling. You kissed me with affection, you adored that intimate part of my body. You did it without fear, wanting to love me, to show me your love with some precise caresses of your tongue.

I squeezed your hand tightly between the overwhelming sensation of your mouth on my wet folds, before the mastery of your kisses, knowing where to kiss me, imagining, exploring which of your actions was the one that made me moan the loudest.

My humidity embarrassed me, made me feel weak, desperate. You didn't seem to care how much I craved your body, how much my body begged for yours. You seemed to enjoy it, almost as much as I did.

With your hot tongue you surrounded my clit, that very sensitive part of my body. You knew how to take care of me, you knew how to be patient, enjoy my hot body, you knew when to suck, when to lick, when to kiss.

But there was nothing compared to your moans reverberating on my wet skin, to your eyes looking at me from a distance, studying my moans, the gestures that my body made, bending over with pleasure, wanting your face not to be separated from it.

At that moment I could no longer feel my shame, only your kisses, only your wet tongue mixing with my arousal, surrounding my entrance before withdrawing, making my hips protest with erratic movements.

“Shhh, calm down,” you said whispering, climbing up my body, caressing my cheek before sinking into my lips. “I'm not going to abandon you.”

Feeling my own taste in your mouth, my arousal running through your lips as it mixed with my saliva, was so overwhelming that I felt like my walls were contracting, like my body was desperately demanding yours.

“Can I touch you?” You asked delicately, lowering your hand down my belly, caressing the wet part that your mouth had left.

“Please,” I said with my eye closed, with the image I had seen just a few moments ago: your head between my legs, worshiping my body, showing me your love.

You nodded, kissing me again, your hand exploring my wetness, playing, pressing lightly on my most sensitive part, making moaning no longer a problem for me.

My neck, my chest, everything was covered with your kisses while your hand concentrated on sending electrical currents to my nervous system, playing at my entrance, cupping my sex with the palm of your hand and rubbing it carefully before bringing a finger towards there, before gently introducing it inside of me.

“I'm not hurting you, right?” You asked affectionately, studying my gestures when your finger was completely inside of me, caressing my walls, feeling how my body hugged it desperately.

“No, no... More, I want more, please,” I said embarrassed, looking away and looking for her hand to squeeze it again. I needed more, (Y/N). I was desperate for your touch.

Obeying my wet and confusing wishes, you inserted another finger, causing my back to curve, giving my inexperienced body time to adjust to your movements. I didn’t even notice that pain that everyone talked about in the books. No, I had sinned before, with myself.

You smiled as you watched my reaction, as you heard my moans when your hand moved masterfully on my body. You seasoned it with kisses, with moans for feeling so eager, so wet, so hungry for pleasure.

My hips kept the rhythm. You understood how I wanted it, how I needed it at every moment. The obscene sound of humidity, of your fingers moving inside of me was only interrupted by the collision of our lips, by the intense moans coming out of our mouths.

The pleasure became unbearable for me. My hips couldn't move any faster, your fingers couldn't feel better. I felt like I was going to explode, that I would burst out with a desperate scream.

That same thing soon happened, causing my back to hunch and my walls to shrink to keep you in the place they needed. Emotion took control of my actions, grabbing your face and kissing you fiercely, demonstrating without words how good you had made me feel.

You didn't say anything, you just smiled satisfied. But no, I couldn't let that end.

“I want to touch you, (Y/N). I want to make you feel the same way.”

You nodded, taking my place on the bed.

I couldn't say how much time passed, how much time I was exploring you, letting myself be guided by your hand in the most mysterious places of your body. With your help, I managed to repeat your actions, probably in an embarrassingly clumsy manner.

None of that mattered to you, not even after your own release, after which you joined your moisture with mine, making me feel more pleasure, making me notice your body so close to mine that I thought it would merge with it.

I fell into bed, exhausted, naked next to you, letting your arms provide me with the comfort I needed. I couldn't open my eye, I didn't want to. Sleep and fatigue, along with the shame of having lost my innocence, made me fall asleep too quickly, embarrassingly quickly.

“Donna, it's daytime...” Your voice woke me up from a non-existent dream, one that I couldn't remember. The sensations you made me experience overshadowed even my most terrible nightmares. I grunted, opening my eye slowly.

When I tried to move my body emitted a mild pain to my joints. It had been an incredible night, but my entire body was sore. You must have seen my wince of pain and you sat on the bed, confused, caressing my cheek.

“My love, are you okay?” you asked. I nodded, making an effort to sit up. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I said abruptly, deflecting any shadow of your suspicion. You backed away, blinking rapidly.

“Okay...” You said amused, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. “Cover yourself up, Donna. You're going to get cold.”

With a gentle movement, you covered my naked body with the sheets, accommodating yours against it and holding my hand, looking at me with admiration, with love, with true love.

“(Y/N)” I said, looking at your hand in mine, our fingers intertwined. You nodded with a smile, not wanting to interrupt what you knew was something important. "What we did last night... I... I want, I want to tell you that...” I stammered, searching for the words in my mind. “…I want to tell you that I enjoyed every second of it.”

“Did you?” You asked curiously, widening your smile.

“Yes, I...” I said blushing unable to tell you how good it felt to make love for the first time, to do it with you, with the woman of my life.

“Donna, listen to me,” you said, interrupting my ramblings. “I want you to know something”

I looked at you expectantly.

“I love you, Donna, I love you with all my soul, I love you from the depths of my heart,” you whispered before kissing me again. I couldn't help but blush, I couldn't help it.

“I love you, (Y/N)... I will always love you…”

[misc-obeyme]

Heyo, surprised but totally excited by your Cozy Comforts event

Can you do 4. Wind with Simeon, I fell in love with him again 🥰

4. Wind-Simeon

Pls lmk if I did this right, if not pls show me your preferred way for requests.

Ty

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Hello there my friend! You did the request perfectly!

Since the last thing I did for Simeon was hurt/comfort that featured mostly hurt, I wanted to do something fluffy this time. I hope it turned out okay! I just think this guy needs a win for once.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Simeon with prompt wind

Warnings: none

From the moment Simeon met you, he knew it was over for him. He couldn't stop thinking about the sparkles in your eyes and the warmth of your presence. He admired your confidence when it came to being a human among demons. He loved the sound of your voice when you said his name.

It was clear that you were occupied by the others. Simeon was certain that he couldn't hope for anything more than friendship from you. Sometimes he felt a little spark of hope anyway when you looked at him. He fought it down with all that he had.

Despite his best intentions, Simeon found it almost impossible, especially when he watched you with Luke. Your endless patience, your willingness to try any pastry creation, and your gentle affection meant so much to him.

That tiny streak of angelic power from generations back felt more like the true essence of your being to him. It resonated between you, even if you didn't quite realize it.

Simeon cherished the rare moments when he had you all to himself. So he was pleased when he was able to ask you to accompany him to a new cafe that had recently opened. The two of you enjoyed each other's company along with some delicious drinks. It was a blissful, peaceful time that Simeon wished would never end.

Inevitably, though, he found himself walking you back to the House of Lamentation.

It was a cold and blustery day. You were bundled in a coat and scarf. You looked so cute with your slightly flushed cheeks, tinged from the chill of the wind.

It was a sweet feeling to be so close to you. Simeon desperately wanted to reach out and take your hand, but he held back.

He was shocked when he felt your warm fingers close around his. A swirl of butterflies fluttered through his stomach and Simeon almost laughed. When was the last time he had felt something like that? And from such a simple touch.

The two of you reached the House of Lamentation faster than he would have liked. He tried not to seem reluctant about letting go of your hand.

You smiled as you stood on the path to the house. "I had a nice time today," you said.

There was something in your voice that he hadn't heard before. Something deep and thoughtful, like you had more to say, but you didn't know how to say it.

"So did I, MC," Simeon replied in his usual way, keeping his own smile intact.

The wind that had been blowing through the Devildom all day decided to kick up right at that moment. It pressed itself against both of your bodies, your hair streaming off in one direction, leaves cascading from the nearby trees in the garden.

When it died again, Simeon said, "Hold on, MC."

You stilled as he took several steps toward you, stopping so close he could feel the warmth of your body against his, even though you weren't touching.

Simeon reached out toward your face, his hand brushing against your cheek as he picked a leaf off of your scarf. He couldn't help watching your wide eyes, meeting them directly as he let his fingers linger against your skin.

"You have one, too," you said. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair.

Simeon had to suppress a shiver at the feeling of your hand in his hair. He felt almost bereft when you pulled it back, a leaf now clutched between your fingers.

"Thank you," Simeon managed to say, but he was sure you could hear the desperation in his voice.

Your smile was brilliant. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek before turning away to go into the House of Lamentation. You paused at the door, turning around to wave goodbye at him before going inside.

The hope that flared in Simeon's heart filled him with a special happiness. As he started on his way back to Purgatory Hall, he sent a silent thank you to the still blustering wind.

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