#this took me longer than i thought it would

[ofourlee]

Hello hello! I love your work, can you write about megumi being so deeply in love with reader, like straight up head over heels for her, he makes everything about reader, reader is his first priority, he babies her, etc? 😊

i love this 💕

megumi x reader

from being a dedicated listener, to going all out of his way just for you, megumi was just THAT boyfriend.

maybe it was the way he looks at you, the way he brushes a strand away from your face, or the way he memorizes every single detail about you.

he hadn’t planned on memorizing all your favorites, but somehow, he did.

he knew the exact way you took your coffee, the way you do your makeup, your likes, and your dislikes.

“i got you macarons. i hope it’s still your favorite, baby.” he says.

“thanks, how’d you know?”

“saw it in my notes.”

“notes?”

“notes about your favorites.”

it was the way he showed he loved you: a collection of tiny, thoughtful gestures.

you didn’t have to ask; he just knew.

somehow, that made you feel more seen, more loved, than any words ever could.

it was the way he would offer to peel your shrimps since you hated peeling it yourself,

or the way he would always cut your fruits, charge your phone, or brush your hair.

he would ALWAYS put you first.

when megumi orders takeout, he always chooses the place with your favorite dumplings, even if he’d been craving something else.

and whenever he talked about the future, he’d catch himself saying “we” without thinking—we’ll go here, we’ll try that.

to him, everything felt like it had a little more meaning, a little more life, with you in it.

sometimes, he’d crack jokes here and there;

“do you think this new lipstick suits me?” you ask him.

“very much, baby.”

“really? its smudge proof.”

“testing please.”

but there are also serious ones.

“i love you very much.” he says and you lay on his chest.

“i bet you say that to everyone.”

“i do tell everyone that i love you.”

he might be an imperturbable person, but in those quiet, unspoken moments, he realized—his world was no longer complete without you at its center.

[oizysian]

31 // Surrender // What You Want

Summary: Wanda is very good at a lot of things

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: wrestling, humping, pussy eating, dirty talk

Word count: 700

Kinktober masterlist

”Give up!” She demanded and I shook my head, wriggling in her grasp.

“No way!” I grunted, trying to free myself from her iron grip. “I don’t give up that easily!”

She tightened her legs around me and I groaned from the pressure, my insides feeling as if they were in a vice.

I attempted to roll us over, putting me on top, but she fought back, pinning me down to the floor and holding me there. She wasn’t allowed to use her magic so this was just her pure strength - which was insane. She had to be somewhat strong to be an avenger, but holy shit, I was gonna have to give in soon.

“I heard that.” She said through gritted teeth and I let out a yelp.

“Stop listening to my thoughts!”

“You’re practically screaming inside your head, I can’t help it.”

“I’m screaming outside of my head too!”

“Give up then!”

“I’ll never surrender!”

She rolled her eyes at me and continued to hold me in place underneath her, despite my wriggling and thrashing, all I’d been able to do was turn myself on. Wanda being so dominant with me was insanely hot and her holding me down was doing more to me than I thought it would.

Shit, I had to quiet my thoughts or she’d hear me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down and she squeezed again, making me lose my breath.

“Why don’t you verbalize those thoughts?”

“Shuddup!” I grunted, her leg slipping between mine and pressing against my core.

Shit, shit, shit, I was in deep now. She smirked, pressing herself down against me and I let a small moan slip out. I couldn’t help it! I was already turned on and now she was making it worse.

“Surrender.” She whispered into my ear, her breath hot. “Surrender and I’ll fuck you.”

As tempting as it was, I couldn’t let her win. I continued to struggle, even if it was futile. I could almost hear her laughing as I wriggled underneath her like a fish out of water.

“You surrender and I’ll fuck you!”

She laughed and shook her head, pressing her knee against my heat, rubbing ever so slightly against my clit.

“You’re not winning this. I’m stronger than you.” She kissed my neck and nipped it lightly. “And you love it.”

“I do.” I groaned, trying to ignore her. “But I can’t just let you win.”

“You’re not letting me win. I’m beating you.”

I growled under my breath at her words, knowing she was right. If I surrendered, I really was the winner, wasn’t I? I was the one that was gonna get the orgasms, I was the one that was gonna receive all the praise and pleasure.

“Okay, okay, you win!” I cried, letting go of her and allowing her to keep me pinned down, her knee still moving against me.

“That’s my good girl.” She cooed softly, using her magic now to keep me still.

She slid down my body and pressed kisses along my belly as she made her way towards the apex of my thighs. She tugged down my shorts and panties and dipped her head down, sucking my clit into her eager mouth.

“Wanda!” I cried, struggling against her magic.

She hummed against me and I nearly fainted at the feeling and the sound, so incredibly turned on. She lapped at me like she was starving and my hips rose to meet her mouth.

I wouldn’t last much longer and I knew that she knew it too. She just continued to devour me and my mind went blank from the pleasure. I could hear myself moaning, whining, but I could only feel her mouth against me. All of my other senses went dead as she ate me out.

“W-Wanda, I’m gonna -”

I let out a whimper and came into her mouth. She made sure not to let a drop go to waste, licking and sucking every inch of me. My body went limp and I panted softly as I came down from my high.

“See what happens when you give in to me?” She said smugly, kissing my mound. “We both get what we want.”

[writingsbychlo]

LOSE YOUR INHIBITIONS

mattheo riddle & theodore nott | 8.1k

your boyfriend thought it would be fun to play a game of hide and seek only knowing one another's costumes. neither of you anticipated the mix-up of someone else wearing the same mask, or the thrilling events that follow.

note: happy hallowe'en, angels! you knew me and @theostrophywife would never leave you hanging on this special day, right? enjoy xo

Accepting the shot presented to you at the door, Fred Weasley delivered the vial with a charming grin. With a flick of his wrist, the door to the Gryffindor common room opened, letting the sounds of the party spill out from within. It was raging already, though this was no surprise, as the parties the twins threw had always been legendary. 

Swirling the sparkling liquid around inside the tube, it flickered in iridescent shades as the flashing lights from within rippled through it, and a smirk tugged on your painted lips. It smelled like sugared cherries and vanilla, a mouthwatering and tempting combination. Bringing it to your lips, you let the flavour wash over you, like silk as it ran down your throat dangerously smoothly. 

This party had been all anyone could talk about for the past two weeks, since the infamous Weasley pair had finally revealed the theme for this year's Hallowe’en bash. A masquerade party, hence the broken doll makeup that covered the right side of your face, but that hadn't been enough to satisfy the pair. No, rather than stop there, they’d gone on to craft themselves a potion of their own imagining, one that began to leave the edges of your vision blurring in a perfect kind of haze, and you placed the empty tube back down onto the tray in his hand. 

“How’s it feel?” Fred grinned, red hair shining under the low lights as you blinked away the fuzziness in the edges of your vision. It was then, as you stared a moment longer, that the recognition of a face you’d known for almost a decade slipped your mind entirely. 

“Oh… wow.”

“Recognise me?” He chuckled, handing a couple of vials to a group of giggling girls who passed you by, none of whom you now found you could place the identity of. Even the timbre of his voice sounded distorted and different as you processed it, knowing what he normally sounded like. 

“I only know it’s you because… well, because we've been talking. I have no idea who just walked past.” You murmured, a pleasant tingling spreading through your body, slipping away any anxieties and worries. Only warmth and excitement were left in its wake. 

“Didn’t we tell you to arrive with your friends, hm? Good luck finding anyone in there.” Fred tutted teasingly, motioning for you to go inside, and you hummed your acknowledgement as you walked into the party. 

The floors vibrated under your feet, making you wonder just how many other students they’d had to coerce into helping cast the charms keeping this party a secret from the professors. Enchanted lights refracted and bounced around the expanded common room space, changing colours and leaving patterns streaking the darkened atmosphere.

Upon entering the main room, the heavy base of the music shook you so hard it rocked all the way up into your stomach with every step you took, and bodies filled every space in the room. Dancing, talking, laughing, playing games, drinking. They’d thought of it all, and you made your way slowly over to the drinks table to fill yourself up a cup with the spiced elf wine you were so fond of this time of year. 

Some people milled around in groups, clinging to those whose identities they knew, while others boldly adventured and mingled in the freedom of anonymity. With a cursory glance across the crowds, all of the faces and voices around you blurred away before you could properly identify them. People you’d known for years were strangers to you for the night, and the spike of adrenaline it caused felt light lightning. 

With a twist in your stomach, and another gulp of wine, the music beat as your feet guided you through the throngs of people, beginning the search for a familiar mask. 

Mattheo hadn't told you when he’d arrive, only that it would be after you. 

Originally planning to arrive together, your boyfriend had thought it all the more amusing to turn the night into a thrilling game for the pair of you. You were only given the knowledge of what his mask looked like; something he’d picked up at a Muggle costume store to ensure nobody else would be wearing the same thing.

The black and white details were burned into your mind, and yet, every face you passed wasn’t what you were looking for. After completing your first lap of the party, you’d found yourself situated in a new corner. With a heady mixture of wine and adrenaline buzzing through your bloodstream, you tapped your fingers against your thigh in anticipation.

The second lap you took of the room resulted in much the same way. Though, this time, it had certainly taken longer. The dance floor had long since been overflowed, the groups, couples and solo dancers for the night had spilt out to fill almost half of the room. Grinding, swaying, twirling, you’d become caught up with different people at least three times, as the atmosphere of the party swept you away. Laughing, flushed cheeks, you finally stumbled from the masses and back into the rest of the room. 

More people had arrived since you had first started the hunt of your game, and you had no doubt now that he was in here somewhere, waiting for you to find him. No mask fit, no costume was right, and you’d done almost three laps of the room before you spotted him. 

Hours had melted by, you were sure of it, but suddenly it all felt like nothing as you spotted the masked man standing across the room. 

Tall, dressed impeccably in all black, and breathing out smoke from under the edge of the mask as he passed a cigarette around the group of boys he was standing with. His head tipped back as he laughed, and as you saw the mask you had memorised, you were sure of it. 

Slipping over, you made sure to skirt around the edges of the group, delighting in the squeal you involuntarily let loose when his head turned in your direction. Though you couldn't see his eyes beneath the mask, you could feel his sights locked onto your own, and for a moment, it felt like the breath was trapped in your lungs. 

Tall, imposing, terrifying. You bit your lip, waving your fingers at him, and watching his lips twist into a smirk, before he was handing off the cigarette in his hands, and waving back. Crooking a finger to beckon him closer, those long legs carried him until he stood before you, the smell of smoke and spiced whiskey rolling off of him and covering your senses. 

“Well, hello there.” You whispered, hands reaching out to settle on his arms as you took a small step forward. Trailing your hands along his sleeves, your fingers brushed against the embroidery on his cuff, and your smile widened at confirmation under your fingertips of the sewing you’d put there.

“Hello, doll.” He mused, humoured by his own joke, and you rolled your eyes gently, taking his hands in your own, and tugging him towards the dance floor. 

“Come on, I’ve been waiting all evening to dance.”

“Have you now?” He rolled his lower lip through his teeth, watching your hips move as you led him to a space you’d be able to occupy enough to move amongst the bodies. “And what have you been waiting for?”

“The right partner, of course.” Happy with the spot you’d found, you looped your arms around his neck, stepping into your boyfriend’s space a lot more, and his hands slid down your sides to settle on your hips. “Glad I finally found you.”

“Found me, indeed.” He mumbled, his forehead coming down to rest on your own, and a happy sigh slipped from your lips. You couldn't see much beyond the black-out eyes of the mask, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to, instead, you turned your back to him and pressed yourself into his chest, pulling his arms around you in the same way you always did. 

Swaying together in harmony, your head rolled back to sit on his shoulder, the words to the songs happily flowing from your lips as your hips ground against your boyfriend’s. Hands wandered, weak groans and ghosts of his breath along your neck were exchanged for your giggles. 

Where one game ended, a new one arose, a game of push and pull as you danced together. Pressing your arse back into his crotch, he returned the force, the outline of him pressing through his jeans to display his interest, and his arms tightened around you. 

“You’re confident, hm?” He teased, both hands dropping to your thighs, nails skating over your skin in a new and delicious way that made you shiver. When he reached the edge of your dress, his fingertips barely dipped below, before opting to toy with the fabric instead and slip away. 

“You love it.” Came your response, guiding one of his hands a little further up your body, skimming it over your breast tantalisingly before bringing your joined hands up, raised in the air to sway to the song. His laughter was warm and contagious, and time seemed to melt away once again as you sank into his embrace. 

At some point, he had tugged up the edge of his mask, his mouth descending upon your neck to kiss and lick and bite, drawing moans and whimpers from your lips. When dancing had grown tiresome for you both, you’d slipped back to the drinks table, laughing your way through a shot of Gigglewater each, before finding your way to one of the more secluded couches in the darker corners of the room. 

Now, your mouth was on his neck, marking his skin with red lipstick prints as one of his hands continued to grip your hips, allowing you to roll your core ever so slowly over the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. His other hand was splayed across one of your breasts, squeezing slowly as he panted, pulse racing under your lips. 

“(Y/n)?” A voice broke you from your reverie, and you nibbled on the sweet spot on his neck. 

“Yeah, Matty?” You whispered, believing the call to have come from the man underneath you. However, when he stiffened, so suddenly and harshly it was like he’d turned to stone, you pulled back. Your brows furrowed, you couldn't see what was wrong with his mask on, and you were reaching to remove it when you became aware of the other figure, standing behind the couch. 

With a gasp as you observed his almost identical attire, your heart felt for a moment like it stopped beating. In what you were sure would’ve looked almost comical in any other situation, you looked dumbly between the two matching masks. 

A soberingly cold bolt of shock sliced through you as you looked up, finding another tall, impeccably-clad man in all black standing behind the couch on which you were currently straddling Mattheo on. Or, thought you were, but now, as you took in the identical mask on his face, doubt began to creep in. The second man crossed his arms, legs widening in eerily familiar body language.

A sick feeling twisted in your stomach as you pulled back, pushing the man beneath you away by his shoulders. His neck was shining from the hickeys you had been enthusiastically marking his neck with. No matter how hard you tried, however, you couldn't place the features of either, recognition dancing just out of reach within your mind, and you let slip a frustrated growl. 

“Matty?” You whispered, and the man underneath you somehow stiffened further, a feat you’d thought impossible, as the one standing squared his shoulders and seemed to grow angrier through stance alone. 

“That would be me, sweetheart.” The one standing ground out through his teeth, voice so cold it made you feel like the temperature in the room had dropped. Springing up from the couch, you shook your head, feeling as though the whole world had just been tipped upside down. You had no chance to process it, as the intruder voiced the question also on your mind, “What the fuck is going on?”

“I found you! I found the mask!” An uncomfortable feeling raced through your body, heart pounding in your chest. As you rubbed at the place it thumped so hard, trying to escape, he seemed to soften a little. “I was so sure! Fuck, this stupid game—” 

The flashing lights were too much, the noise and the people and the complete lack of awareness were all too much, and you stumbled for the exit. The moment you were out of the party and alone in the corridors, it was like you could breathe again. Gasping cold breaths into your lungs, you found yourself in silence, the charms working perfectly to contain the secrecy of the party, the only noise was your heaving breaths and the sound of your heart pumping. 

Pressing your back into the cool stone of the wall, you tugged off the mask on your face, shaky fingers dropping it to the ground as the balls of your hands pressed to your eyes, just trying to think. 

Then, like a whoosh of warmth and a burst in the tranquillity of the corridor, a body slammed into the stone beside you, a groan slipping free as the breath left his lungs. The mask was still on his face, covering his identity, not that you’d be able to tell who it was even if it was gone, but you could recognise Mattheo by default now. He’d taken off his mask, his features swimming just outside of your consciousness like in a dream, but those flattened curls, and the chain around his neck, it was no doubt. 

“Someone better start explaining what the fuck is going on.” Mattheo hissed, brown eyes growing a little more familiar the longer you looked at them, filled with both rage and vulnerability. 

“I-I was so sure, Matty! I checked the sleeve and everything, I’m sorry.” The man whom you now knew to be your boyfriend was wearing a black t-shirt only, and you fumbled for the stranger’s sleeve, tugging the left one forward and tracing your finger over the embroidered initials that you had sewn into every shirt, jumper and tee he owned. 

Mattheo gripped the stranger's wrist in a far tighter hold than you had, yanking him forward to inspect the markings on the sleeve, and silent confusion settled between the three of you. Seconds ticked past in what felt more like hours, and then, Mattheo groaned in frustration, dropping the man’s wrist and raking his hand through his curls instead. He turned, kicking the wall on the opposite side of the corridor. 

“Fucking potion, I don’t even know who the fuck you are! You’ve got my sweater, I mean, what is this, a set-up?” With a swing, his open palm slammed down on the rock on the side of the stranger’s head, Mattheo’s unfamiliar features close enough to the stranger that he’d smell the whiskey on your boyfriend’s breath. “What to do with you now, huh? When I kick the shit out of you for kissing my girlfriend, I want to know exactly who I’m hitting.”

“I’ll tell you.” The stranger croaked, and Mattheo let out a dry laugh as he backed away. 

“And I’m supposed to just trust you, huh?”

You swallowed thickly, fingers gripping your ribs as your arms wrapped around yourself, unprepared for the answer, whether it was the truth or not. More silence ticked by, so many moments that your skin pebbled with goosebumps in the chill, and you rubbed your arms for warmth in the cold castle corridors. 

Eventually, the stranger balled his shaking hands, and cursed under his breath in a language you recognised immediately. Italian. Your next inhale caught painfully in your throat as realisation struck before he’d even begun to speak. “I’m sorry, Matt. I didn’t mean for this or happen. I—”

Shoes scuffled against the floor, and then Mattheo had him by the collar of his sweater, backed to the wall once again as his fist reared back for the swing—

“It’s Theo!”

Mattheo’s punch halted, the impact of stopping so suddenly rippling along his body, and his tension faltered. “You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie?” He implored, tugging off his mask at last, to reveal the same blurred, dreamlike features, but a recognisable head of golden-brown hair. “I can explain, I swear. Can you just put your fist down for a second?”

Reaching out, he placed a hand over Mattheo’s, lowering it slowly, and you crept forward to wrap your own hands around Mattheo’s, sliding his fist open to slip your fingers between his. He squeezed back fiercely, angrily. But, then, he lifted your hand up to his mouth, and kissed the back of your hand in a gesture you knew so well, all while glaring at ‘Theo’. 

“Look, I didn’t have a costume. It’s stupid, I wasn’t planning on coming to the party at all, but I changed my mind.” With another nervous breath, you rubbed your thumb over Mattheo’s, feeling him tense and release over and over again as bursts of anger shot through him. “You were in the shower and your mask was hanging on the back of the door, so I just used a Geminio on yours. I grabbed the first pair of black jeans and a sweater I could find, I didn’t think you’d mind, we share clothes all the time! I’m sorry.”

Mattheo took a deep breath and another. And another. 

His head tipped back to stare at the ceiling, and blue eyes that ticked at being familiar found yours, “I’m sorry, bella. I didn’t mean for all this to happen. I figured you two would show up together, and…”

“It was a game.” You finally croaked out, voice sore from holding back tears. “It was just a stupid game, I thought I found Matty but it was you.”

“I should’ve asked for your name. But, the potion and my inhibitions…”

“How does this even happen, Theo? Are you such a slut you were just letting a girl grind on you when you didn’t even know her name?” Mattheo jabbed, but the heat of rage was gone from his words, and instead lingered a desperation for some kind of explanation.

“Yes, apparently, I am!” Theo slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late now. The potion, the weed, the whiskey, it was all mixing, and Theo had always been a chatterbox when intoxicated. “Cazzo, she’s so fucking hot, mate! I didn’t want to stop and ask questions, I just wanted to get my hands on her and—” His words disintegrated into a gurgled choke as Mattheo once again pinned him to the wall, this time with a hand on his throat. 

His fingers flexed, and with a ragged swear he released the grip he had on Theo, allowing him to speak once again.

“Mattheo, you have to let me go.”

“Why?” Your boyfriend demanded, even as his hand loosened a fraction more. No matter how angry he was, you all knew he was incapable of hurting Theo. Mattheo would sooner injure himself than someone he loved, and Theo fell squarely into that category. “Why should I?”

“Because you’re not going to hurt me, we both know that,” Theo said gently, and Mattheo growled in a threat that scared nobody. “It’s not our fault. We were laced with a potion, a potion that is still very much in my system and blurring my boundaries. I was already hard as fuck, and this is really turning me on. Please let me go before this gets any more embarrassing for all of us.”

Your eyes widened, much like Mattheo’s, and Theo smirked a little at the shock he’d managed to inflict. “What?”

“Merde, since it’s clear that I’m not getting fucked tonight, and blue balls are setting in, could you kindly let me go, before I cream myself from your choking, Mattheo?” Theo hissed, his fingers wrapping around the wrist of the hand now merely sitting like a warm presence on his throat. 

Mattheo considered it for a second, two, three. A whole new kind of tension lingered in the air, and his hand slipped down from Theo’s throat to his shoulder instead. He turned to look at you, his gaze finding your own, a questioning heat swirling in them that you knew all too well. Mattheo wanted it. That kind of burning desire was something you were intimately familiar with, as was his secret wish to fuck his best friend. He’d wanted it long since before the two of you had gotten together, and he’d confided it in you early on. You’d discussed the possibility before, sure, but Theo had never been unattached, or the timing had never been right. You’d never dared cross such a line before. Now, the line was all but obliterated anyway, might as well proceed without caution. 

With a small nod, excitement lit up Mattheo’s face in replacement of dark anger.

“Who says you’re not getting fucked?”

It was Theo’s turn to be speechless, that smirk melting off of his face as he gaped instead. With all the elegance and eloquence you knew him to possess, he uttered a simple, “Huh?”

Turning back to you, Mattheo slipped a hand over your eyes, while pressing a kiss to your cheek. He muttered a few Geminio’s, and when he removed his hand, both of them had their masks back on, and matching attire now. In identical tees and jeans, right down to the boots and gloves, they looked the same. Your heart skipped a beat, and your throat bobbed with anticipation.

“Can you tell who’s who?” One of them asked, their voice unrecognisable once again, and without the simple features you’d clung to for identity, your lips parted. On a trembling, excited breath, you shook your head. 

“No. I can’t.”

“Good.” With that, a hand slipped into each of your own, a tug within your stomach telling you that someone had apparated the three of you, because when you blinked next, you were in the boys’ dorm. The latch on the door flicked locked with a quiet spell, and the needle on the record player lowered to begin crooning one of Mattheo’s favourite albums for these kinds of moments. 

You looked between them both, a twisted glee at having no idea who was who. One of them reached a hand out, brushing cold fingers along your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, peering into the dark spaces of the mask hiding his eyes. 

“I think this moment deserves a picture, don’t you?” One of them whispered, head tipping to the other, and a condescending and arousing chuckle made you shudder with anticipation. In a flurry of moving hands and bodies, you found yourself kneeling before the full-length mirror in the room, both of the masked men standing behind you. One had your hair twisted around his hand loosely, as the other held the camera. 

Click. 

“So pretty.” Came a quiet mumble, you weren’t even sure which man said it, but it made you flush and smile nonetheless. Untwisting his hand from your hair, he offered it to you instead, your fingers settling over his own as he helped you back to your feet. With a small tug, you were tumbling into his body, a gasp leaving you as your back settled on his chest.

The next photo came as you stood, your head rolled back onto a shoulder, and your dress pulled down to bunch around your waist, leaving your breasts and lacy bra on show. Large hands covered your tits, squeezing appreciatively as your vision spotted from the flash of the little Polaroid once again. 

Click. 

“Guess who?” The voice purred beside your ear, those hands moving to your hips, your thighs, tracing your body as though a new wonder before him. 

“Theo?” You whispered, tipping your head to come face to face with the mask. 

“Wrong.” The one holding the camera said, and a whimper slipped from your throat as Mattheo slapped your arse with just the kind of punishing pressure he knew so well. Biting down on your lip, you let them readjust you, slipping your eyes closed as you stood in the centre of the room. Someone tugged your dress the rest of the way down, someone held your hips as you slipped out of your heels, and then someone was flicking open the catch on your bra, until you were stood naked in the centre of the room. 

For a long moment, nobody touched you at all, and your nerves skittered at the thrill, breath catching in your throat.

Then, warm hands without the leather gloves now were on your body. Behind you, their breath on your neck, hands skimming up your arms lightly, and you gasped. You understood the game they wanted to play.

“Theo?” You whispered, sure you’d guessed correctly this time, with the reverent and cautious touch it seemed to be. The sharp sting of a hand coming down across your arse proved you wrong. 

“Nope.”

The figure stepped away from you, and your fingers twitched to reach out, your lips pulling in a grin as you waited for the next set of hands to come. When they did, it was without hesitation, two large hands closing over the top of your bra, and taking an appreciative squeeze. 

The force with which he grabbed you pulled you back into his chest, and you chuckled, tipping your head until you could feel the beat of his heart against you. 

“Theo.”

You were certain of that, getting a rumbling him against your back, and a kiss to your shoulder blades as he backed away, confirming your choice. 

The next touch was on your stomach, knuckles skimming in a featherlight touch over your skin, circling your navel, before fingertips traced the top of your panties. Snapping the elastic against your skin, he drew a breathy moan from you. “Matty.”

“Wrong.” His words were punctuated with a slap, your legs shaking with the impact, and you clenched your thighs together, forcing your eyes to stay closed no matter how much you wanted to open them. The camera never stopped clicking, observing you and recording you in the moment of erotic vulnerability.

A handful of tense moments passed this time, you were sure they were communicating something outside of your knowledge. There seemed to be no order or system to their touches, nothing you could latch onto, leaving you completely in the dark, and it was thrilling. 

A light touch traced its way up the inside of your thighs, a contrast to the foot that roughly kicked the insides of your feet, forcing your thighs to open wider. The other hand was on your back, tracing your spine until he pushed between your shoulders forcing you to bend. And as you did, those same fingers traced your cunt through your underwear, drawing an impatient whine from you as you were forced to keep waiting. “Teddy?”

“Wrong again,” Came Mattheo’s amused voice, and this time, you didn’t get a spank across your arse, but instead, a pinch to your clit that made your entire body jerk. 

“That was Mattheo.” You squeaked, familiar with his antics and the way he touched your body, and a face in front of you laughed. Cracking your eyes open to peer at someone so familiar and yet so unfamiliar at the same time, he smirked at you. 

“That was an obvious one.”

“Mhm.” Licking across your lower lip, you pushed forward, eager to close the distance and kiss your boyfriend for the first time tonight. He let you, his mouth sealing against your own in comforting familiarity, his hands holding your jaw as he straightened you back up.

His tongue played with your own while he guided you backwards until he was lowering you onto the bed, his knee between your thighs to grind on, pressing against your aching core and giving you the relief you so desperately needed. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. Is this getting’ you going?” He teased, raising your hands above you, and all you could do was nod and moan. His hand cupped your face, his thumb rubbing across your cheek, as his mouth trailed your jaw on the other side. 

When he’d finished marking his favourite spot on your neck, leaving the skin stinging in the best way possible with his prints, he pulled away once again. He flipped you over, onto your stomach, undoing the catch on your bra and letting you shake your arms out of it, before you were without touch once again, back to both of your men as they stood behind you. 

Face down in the bed, you once again lost track of who was who, feeling another set of hands snaking their way up your thighs, into the lace of your panties. Inching them own, slowly, so slowly, another hand laced into your hair, pulling your head up from the bedding, and a body pressed against your back, the camera flashing in your face once again. 

“Oh, fuck.” You whined, the desperation beginning to cloud any semblance of morals or judgement you might’ve had left far more than any potion ever could. “Enough pictures, I need you, please!”

“Who do you need, baby? Who’s on their knees for you, huh? Get it right, and you can have it.” Clenching your thighs, you keened, throwing an arrogant smirk over your shoulder. 

“Theo.”

They both paused for a second before Mattheo chuckled. “How’d you know?”

“Because when you eat me out, Matty, you bite me first.” Your smirk was countered with a spank to the back of your thighs, and Theo sank his teeth into one of your arse cheeks as a consequence for your attitude, but it was worth it. 

Flipping up your skirt and exposing the sensitive skin of your backside to the room, Theo blew a streak of cold air across your bare pussy, making you jerk forwards with a startled gasp. “I’ve wanted to get my mouth between your legs for so long, bella. You have no idea how often I think about this.”

With that, Theo licked a long stripe up your dripping folds, and his moan was almost as loud as yours as he got a taste. Like a man possessed, Theo began to eat. He didn’t hold back, not even for a moment, confident in his movements as he proved all those rumours true. Girls loved to talk, Theo was a hot topic in gossip groups, and you were ashamed of how often you’d listened in. Now, you knew it all to be true.

You were just beginning to lose yourself to the feeling, hips rocking against Theo’s face as he eagerly encouraged the actions, when your head was yanked up, to meet another ghost-faced mask peering down at you. You were sure your heart had stopped beating altogether. 

Kneeling before you on the bed was Mattheo. If you weren’t well aware by this point that Theo was the one on his knees behind you, devouring you like you were his final meal, you’d have recognised Mattheo by his cock alone. Pretty pink tip and a slight curve that always hit just right, the silvery bead of arousal running down his tip and into his fingers as he pumped slowly made your mouth water. 

His fingers brushed your cheek, settling on your jaw, and you opened your mouth for him. 

“My good girl.” He murmured, allowing you enough time to prop yourself up on your elbows before the heated head of his cock found its way between your lips and settled like a heavy weight on your tongue. The salty taste of him was familiar, slicking across your tastebuds as you swirled your tongue around him, a deep and throaty rumble echoing from his chest as he settled back. 

With your hips pinned to the bed, your cries of pleasure were muffled by the cock in your mouth, he switched between fucking you with his tongue and teasing your clit. The sensations were overwhelming, so much going on that your head was spinning.

Kneeling there, thick thighs spread as your hands smoothed up them, you moaned around Mattheo, passing on the pleasure Theo made you feel. Sliding one hand up higher as the other supported you, your head bobbed, fingertips raking his flexing abs under his shirt. Tugging on a handful of the material, Mattheo tipped his covered face back to you, and you swore you could feel his smirk under the mask in the mere way he tilted his head. 

Pulling back with an obscene pop, you gasped for air, straightening your arm and leaning up as far as you could, while Theo still brutally gripped your hips to keep you in place against his face. “Please, Matty, take it off.”

With a mutter, his shirt disappeared, the chain you knew so well hanging around his neck, glinting in the warm lights against the glow of his skin. He held your face in his hands, pulling you up, and the mouth of the mask pressed against your lips. The taste of him through the fabric made your head spin, rationale abandoning you once again as you kissed him through the mask. 

His fingers threaded into your hair, tightening ever so slightly, as he pushed your head back down. “Suck, sweetheart.”

You dropped on shaky arms, taking the length of him down your throat once again, using him to muffle the sounds of your moans from Theo’s relentless assault on your cunt. The pressure building inside of you swelled, your hips grinding back against Theo’s face, pushing into the security of his hands on your body as he held so tight he’d bruise. With a cry around Mattheo’s cock, you fell apart. 

Your boyfriend pulled back as you came, your shouts and pleas exposed to the room as you trembled through an incredible orgasm. Theo kept up with you, every wave and dip, until you were boneless and spent on the bed. 

But he never stopped. 

Your fingers twisted in the sheets, a sensitive mewl escaping you, and as you tried to claw your way up the mattress, Theo pulled back, biting at your inner thigh. 

“You’re not going anywhere, dolcezza. I’ve waited so long for this, and who knows if I’ll ever get the chance again. I’m making the most of this. And I’m not finished.”

Mattheo slid off the bed as Theo flipped you over, letting you face the ceiling instead of the sheets now as he lifted one knee over each of his shoulders, his arms banding around your thighs. It locked you where you were, splayed open and unable to escape as he dove back in. 

Your back arched, head pressing into the mattress as his assault began anew on your overly sensitive cunt. As he worked, his own moans increased in volume and urgency, and you found the strength to lift your head for only a moment. Kneeling on the floor behind the maskless stranger that you knew to be Theo, was Mattheo. Now without his mask too, messy curls on display again, Theo sank two fingers into your core and scissored them open, freeing himself up to toss his head back onto Mattheo’s shoulder. 

Mattheo was kissing and biting his way along Theo’s shoulder and up his throat, his arm around Theo’s body moving in a way that you knew exactly why Theo was moaning in such a way. When Mattheo’s kisses reached high enough, Theo twisted his head, lips locking on Mattheo’s, and you clenched down around his fingers, dropping your head back to the bedding at the sight. 

Theo switched between kissing your boyfriend and kissing your pussy, both involving copious amounts of tongue, as his fingers never let up inside of you. Already being so overstimulated, it didn’t take long until you were teetering on the brink of another earth-shattering climax, ears ringing with your noise and Theo’s. 

Hopefully, everybody was at the party, because you’d forgotten to cast a Muffliato and there was no doubt that anyone passing by would be able to hear your moans. That, and the needy sounds Theo was making as Mattheo worked him closer and closer to the edge. 

When you finally came again, your body shook and trembled against the mattress, legs snapping closed as your wetness soaked your thighs, and you gasped for burning breaths amid the delirious pleasure. On the floor, Mattheo tugged an overstimulated Theo’s head back with a fistful of his golden hair, and bit the lobe of his ear, hard. Theo’s eyes rolled back happily as Mattheo mumbled, “Don’t you dare come yet, pretty boy, I have plans for you.”

With that, Theo was whining pathetically as Mattheo retracted from touching him at all, rocking to his feet with far too much arrogant ease for the state both you and Theo rendered to. The final pieces of clothing between the three of you were shed, somewhere between Theo pulling Mattheo in for desperate kisses, and Mattheo mumbling into the snog about how long he’s desired this. You watched, through hooded eyes, as the tangled men stumbled their way towards you, hips grinding together through decreasing layers of clothing, until Mattheo was gripping them both in his hand to thrust together. 

You threw an arm over your eyes, too turned on by the sight before you to even catch your breath, and the mattress was soon bouncing as another body hit it. You found yourself lying beside Theo on the bed, his features ever so slowly starting to seep back into focus. The potion was nearing its end, and the smile on his swollen lips was familiar as he leaned over to kiss you. 

“Hi, bella.”

“Hi, Teddy.” You grinned as his mouth slanted against your own, a heady mix of Mattheo’s flavour, your arousal, and simply him, all meeting in the kiss. It was enough to melt you into his arms in half a second. Theo rolled onto his back, bringing you with him, and you yelped as Mattheo gripped your hips and lifted you to straddle Theo properly. 

“You looked so pretty squirming in his lap before, baby. Show me again.” Mattheo mocked, and you had no doubt you were far from pretty, now. Your tears would’ve ruined your makeup, smeared into your hands or the sheets, you no doubt looked like a fucked-out mess, but the only thing you saw reflected in either of their gazes was raw, primal desire. 

Theo slipped a hand from your hip to his cock, notching the leaking tip to your entrance, already stretched out from his previous activities. You were clenching around nothing, your whining reaching your ears, fading out into moans as he slowly sank into you. Inch by inch, Theo was stretching you out for the first time this evening. He was longer than Mattheo, surpassing any depths you’d ever been fucked to before, and your eyes rolled back, panting through shallowed breaths as you pushed back against him until you were filled. 

It truly felt like he was splitting you in half, the tip of his cock pressing so deep and the outline of him present on your stomach. You traced the bulge of him with a sick kind of thrill. “So big, Teddy.”

“That's because I’ve never been this turned on in my fucking life. Merde.” He wheezed, his head pressing back into the bedding behind his head. Mattheo chuckled from behind you both, his kisses leading up your spine as you sat in Theo’s lap, adjusting to the fill of him. 

“Look at my sweethearts, already so spent,” Mattheo murmured, hooking his chin over your shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist to toy slowly with your throbbing clit. As your hips began to move, Theo’s jaw dropped open, and his eyes constantly moved between where you met, your face, and Mattheo. He couldn't decide where to look or what to watch, as Mattheo littered your mouth with hickeys behind you, and you rode Theo. 

The potions were finally wearing off, and you were thrilled to see the familiar features reappear. Beneath you, at last, Theo came into full focus. His messy hair, his flushed cheeks, swollen lips and shining eyes. He was the most beautiful you’d ever seen him, and that was saying something because he was gorgeous every moment of every damn day. You couldn't help yourself as you smiled, and he beamed back with genuine emotion, not just lust.

Rocking your hips needily against his own, chasing both of your climaxes, you leaned down to him and smothered his lips with your own. He kissed back just as tenderly, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips, and he sighed in a soft manner as your fingers slipped into his hair, and your tongue tangled with his. 

He settled for propping himself up during the kiss, giving you the perfect place to lean against his chest. Finally finding himself and crooking his legs behind you, his motions tossed you forward a little more, your mouths parting with your surprised gasp. He smirked as you lost your momentum and power, only to hand it all over to him as he began to thrust up into you from below. In your new position, Mattheo let out a contented sound at the sight, running calloused hands down the sides of your ribs, over your hips, and to your arse. 

Pulling your cheeks apart, he whispered a new spell you’d been experimenting with lately, and the warm, wet sensation of a lubricating charm trickled out from between your cheeks. A fingertip teased your puckering hole, sliding in to the first knuckle, and then deeper. 

“Think you can take us both, baby?” Mattheo asked, teasing, but genuine concern coated his voice through the lust, and when you nodded frantically, it wasn’t enough. 

“Both?” Theo panted, his thrusts slowing to a stop as you pushed yourself back onto what was now two of Mattheo’s fingers, stretching you open to take a second cock. “Oh, fuck, you’re— voi due siete come se il mio sogno più bello diventasse realtà.” Theo moaned, his hands holding your hips tight as he slammed a single, frantically hard thrust into you and then stilling for Mattheo.

“Yes or no, sweetheart? I don’t want to—”

“Yes, Mattheo! Merlin, yes, please! Please, do it.” Your begging was hurried and blurred, no longer capable of proper thought of speech, all you knew was what you needed from him. From them both. 

Mattheo slipped his fingers out of you, gripping his cock and spitting down onto himself, smearing it around his cock in the wetness already gathered, and positioning himself. At the sight, Theo whined again, “Me next,” He mumbled, and Mattheo laughed breathlessly. 

“To be spat on, or to be fucked up the arse?” Mattheo questioned, sinking himself into you slowly, and your eyes rolled back. 

“Cazzo, what kind of question is that? Both. Absolutely both.” Theo yapped, only drowned out by the volume of the sound you made. Pornographic, filthy, and uncontrollable. Your arms finally gave way, and you collapsed down to be cradled against Theo’s chest as you were finally filled with them both. It was so much it was overwhelming, in the best way possible, and you knew now that you were definitely being split in two this time. It was exquisite. 

Beginning to rock their hips into you, the two soon found a pace and worked together, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of it. Pure, unadulterated bliss took you over, the feeling spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes, and clouding everything thought in your head that wasn't begging or their names. Your body rocked with them, your throat raw, and it wasn’t long before the feelings were all consuming. 

Catapulting over the brink of bliss, a feeling you’d only experienced once or twice before took hold of you. Your juices gushed from you, a mess that soaked both the man under you as well as the one behind you. Mattheo praised you through an orgasm that came with so much force you were sure you blacked out for a moment, while Theo rode you through it and observed in awe. Your heart was pounding so hard you felt as though you were hardly breathing, screams petering off into absolute silence as tears ran down your cheeks. It was perfect. 

Mattheo soon followed, emptying himself inside of you with a deep and feral growl, pressing you into Theo’s chest as his body collapsed against your own. Shaking against you through his bliss, Mattheo left a collection of fast, loving kisses along your neck and shoulders, before pulling you off of Theo. 

Letting you roll to the side and shudder through the aftershocks, Mattheo focused his attention on the other member of your trio. Theo couldn’t even find the words to complain before Mattheo was circling a finger and thumb around the base of Theo’s cock, following the creamy circle of your arousal, and squeezing. 

Theo’s back arched, his legs spasming, and the veins in his biceps stood out as his cheeks went red with the strain of his desperation. 

“No!” He howled, slamming a fist into the bedding, almost hitting the discarded camera, and your hand caught it just before it rolled off of the edge of the bed. Surprising, that it had survived there for this long. “Why, Matty? I was— I was—”

Theo’s voice cracked, tears lining his eyes at being held at the brink when he was so close to the edge, and he took gasping, audible breaths as he tried to settle himself, sniffling. 

“I know, my pretty boy, I know,” Mattheo whispered, leaning down to kiss Theo’s frown. “You can come, just let me get my mouth on you first. I’ve always wanted you to come down my throat, I just needed you to hold off for me.” 

Theo let out a pained groan at that, his anger fading away as he nodded, and he slipped long fingers into dark curls before your very eyes as Mattheo descended upon his best friend’s cock. 

He dragged his tongue along the entire length of him, licking your juices from Theo’s skin, and his cock twitched dangerously. Taking the hint, Mattheo swallowed him down, and he wasn’t even halfway before Theo’s back arched, and he came. 

It was a beautiful sight and sound, both you and Mattheo watching in admiration as Theo finally reached his peak. Positioning the camera in your unsteady hands, you snapped a picture of the sight before you. Theo’s arched back, Mattheo with his flushed cheeks stuffed full, watching the man he was pleasuring. 

Click.

At the flash in the room, Mattheo’s focus moved to you, a wicked look flashing in those pretty eyes as he sucked one more time against Theo’s cock, before pulling back. He opened his mouth, tongue out, a picture of perfect filth as he showed just how much come Theo had released, dripping across his tongue. 

Click.

He took the camera from your hands and tossed it to the ground the second the photo was out, leaning down to kiss you messily and share the prize he’d won. Hurried kisses with Mattheo slowed as Theo’s taste seeped away, and your racing hearts all managed to settle.

The three of you lay in the bed, slowly gathering yourselves once again as you came back down from orbit. You were covered in bruises and bites, Theo was covered in your scratches and hickeys, and Mattheo was just a mess. The room smelled of sweat, sex, and weed Mattheo sparked up. Theo uttered a few charms and spells, whatever he could think of as you all basked in the afterglow, sharing the spliff between you.

Curling onto your side when it was finished, you caught Mattheo’s eye over the top of Theo’s chest, the grin he wore told you just how content and satisfied he was with the night’s events. Theo lifted an arm, brushing it through his hair with a heavy sigh, and when he lowered it back down, you caught his hand. 

Lacing his fingers with your own and snuggling in closer, your cheek came to rest on his shoulder as you kissed his knuckles. “That was incredible.” You whispered into the room, the music sputtering out and the lights lowering to fade out with a click of Mattheo’s fingers. 

“We’re doing that again soon, right?” Mattheo asked, prompting tired laughs from both you and Theo. “What? I haven’t even begun to scratch off the bucket list of things I want the three of us to do together.”

[mianiz]

in the sh⚝de

▹ synopsis : just to turn away from reality, you responded yes to her simple request, under the shade.

▹ genre : slight angst, make-out

▹ taglist : @flyingcigarettes

▹ a/n : been feeling off so i made this just now and decided to post it after i finished it :) so it's obv that it's not proofread either but meh

› masterlist

under the freezing rain, under the cloudy sky that coated the late evening's beauty, you stood there silently, wet and freezing. yet you didn't bother moving away to shelter yourself, unfazed by the obvious fact that you would get sick because of this.

and yet, you didn't care. you find it hard to believe that everything is going to go easy for you, just even once— but now, you gave up. you gave up believing, and just aimlessly go with the flow.

so, you went to your secret place to ease your mind. to where you felt safer than within the area of where many people are— away from everyone and everything. the empty, possibly abandoned park with a roofed that was only there, and nothing else.

surrounded by trees and plants, flowers and small animals. nature is now your only comfort.

and unfortunately, rain likes to stay in your shadow, showering you with freezing water and cold breeze.

rather than running to that dry bench covered by the rooftop, you only decided to stand under the rain, eyes closed as you feel the liquid hitting your skin. because of the harsh rain, you couldn't hear your heart beating, and for a moment, you thought you were dead, in the rain.

sadly, it wasn't that at all. because something covered the rain from you, feeling it no longer hitting and assaulting you with cold liquid from the dark clouds. when you open your eyes slowly, you turn to meet eyes with a stranger.

her eyes were almost the same as yours. dead, empty and exhausted.

you couldn't feel any emotions at the moment, neither your face shows any expression. though, you felt at ease to see her not showing any as well. it felt like you were standing in front of a mirror— eyes empty and expressionless face.

but you two were just strangers. two humans standing in front of each other under the maroon umbrella covering both of you from the harsh rain.

then, she glanced at the roofed before turning to you with an unreadable face. moments later, you found yourself getting dragged by her, slow in steps but keeping you at the same pace as her, in the same trace with her footsteps.

until you two are finally sheltered under the roof, out of the cold and rain. you watch emptily as she closes her umbrella, leaving it leaning against the wooden bench, before turning to face you.

no words were being said, and the silence was louder than the noises of the rain. then, she took your hands carefully and dragged you to the bench.

she pushed your shoulder down forcibly to sit down, before pulling away and stares at your face. you blink slowly, unsure of what this could mean and what she was going to do, but then at the moment, you could care less.

until she speaks. "my name is minji." her voice saying her name echoes in your mind, unexpectedly replacing the childish voices that have been in your mind, causing havoc until no longer.

"yours." she added, her voice sounded so deep and low, but not the same with a male voice. no, it was far from that— it was low, deep, reverb and soothing. it sounded so different from any other voices you've heard in your life.

a voice that could cleanse your entire soul.

"..." you stare at her a bit more, eventually giving out your name. "y/n." and once more, silence were still as loud and space-filling. but it didn't feel uncomfortable, disturbing or awkward.

something about her is different.

and the next thing that she says causes your eyes to widen in baffles. "make out with me, y/n." her words echoes through your mind next, not even replacing her voice since she was the one who said it.

"...what?" you could only mutter out, perplexed by her request, or was it even a request?

"i said, make out with me." she repeated, clear. you stared at her, puzzled and just plain confused. no emotion was being expressed in her face, so you couldn't tell what the hell she was thinking.

"why?" you wanted to know. why she wants to make out, or why you. you wonder if there's any reason behind it, or if it's just out of the blue, without any thought in its word.

and you were proven quite right. "just because." she stares a bit more, opening her mouth. "i need someone who can make me forget what reality is." and the moment those words left her mouth, it hit you right in the guts.

a reality. what even is reality? why is reality even more painful than a fantasy? than a dream?

ever since you were young, you often think about that. you kept on wondering and wondering, but in the end, your question couldn't be answered sincerely. no directly, or even indirectly.

you were left alone with a curiosity like a small cat.

but then, when you meet her eyes again, you thought, 'can she make me forget what reality is?' you couldn't help but let that thought pass through your mind, and honestly, who even cares?

why can't you do what you want without letting reality show you what is real and not?

and so, you nodded. the moment you blinked, you found yourself in her lap and kissing her endlessly, no spaces in-between and bodies so close to each other like magnets.

the rain was there, but so does the emptiness and intensity between you and minji. you and her, alone under the roofed.

with her hands squeezing your bottom firmly, and your hands holding her neck to keep her in your space as you pressed your mouth onto hers desperately. she kept you close like you did, licking your lower lips before shoving them into your mouth, ignoring the water dripping from your fringes to your noses.

you tightened your legs around her hips, feet over the surface of the bench. you arched your back, chest pressing against hers and the warmth between your bodies makes you dizzy and hungry.

with no intention to pull away ever, she lets you longer your lips with hers, even when catching your breath. she lets you tower her, softly stroking her burning nape and biting her lips gently.

moving her hands under your shirt from your bottom, your body trembles at her cold hands stroking your back, close to your brassiere, rubbing the skin under your fabric. you let out a soft moan on her mouth, sweat dropping from your neck.

then, she brushes her tongue again on your lips before claiming it once again. tilting her head to the side to kiss you more deeper and harder, earning a row of soft moans and whimpers from you.

the corner of her lips almost curls up before she leans onto you more to deepen the rough kiss. no thoughts other than you were consuming her mind, and she could tell you thought the same.

because of the way you melted right into her, trembling and whimpering against her was a sight to hold onto in eternity.

you're a stranger, but who actually cares about that? it's better than with someone you know.

wrapping your arms around her neck, your teeth were already clashing onto hers but it was only proof that you were already so addicted to her. addicted with the way her full lips devours yours, addicted with her hands stroking your body, addicted on the way she mutters your name like a prayer.

it felt like you were being worshipped, but let's not place full hope on that.

right now, she completely consumed your mind, and you let her. let her become the source of your fantasy, your dream and the way to escape reality. with every move and touch from her, your body burns, more so when she pinches them gently before rubbing it to ease the ache.

suddenly, if felt as if the world has disappeared and only you two are in your own world.

then you found yourself laying on the bench, with her hovering over you, trapped between your legs. you hang your arms over her shoulder, eyes staring at her as she stares back while panting softly.

your eyes lower to her lips, swollen and red before meeting her eyes again. and then, you pulled her down to kiss her again, softly and gently. desperate and slowly.

she pressed down her hips onto yours, chest to chest and both of you could hear your heart beat mixing at the same rate. her arms on the side of your shoulder as if she was covering you from the cold.

when in fact, you no longer feel cold, but rather, burning hot under her. and you want more. more to erase the idea of reality that has been crawling on the back of your mind. you want her to be the only one you could ever think of.

you want her to consume your entire mind.

tilting her head to the other side, you follow in the opposite direction as you move your mouth with hers in sync. tongue dancing together and often fighting for more authority, and in the end, she won.

but you didn't mind. you let her get rougher and deeper, curling onto you, away from the cold, and away from reality.

[earthchica]

For The Good Times

professer wizard! terry richmond x black fem! {rebel witch!} reader

Summary: Rumors are circulating in the realm of magic that you, known as the Sun Witch, have gone rogue and are killing other wizards and witches. However, they were not innocent; they were responsible for murdering half-bloods. Your on-and-off boyfriend, Terry, learns about this and comes to hunt you down to confront you about it.

warning: angst, mention of death, loss, wizards and witches, half-bloods, death, killing, magic, one use of daddy, realm of magic, explicit smut (18+), oral (m & f), unprotected sex, nicknames (baby, baby girl)

note: I fixed the visuals much better, but I hope y'all enjoyed it. happy halloween, everyone. 👻🦇🎃

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When Terry first heard the shocking news that you were killing wizards and witches, disbelief washed over him. He struggled to grasp the reality of it; the thought seemed utterly unfathomable. Deep down, he recognized your rebellious nature—how you often bent the academy's stringent rules to your will. You thrived on defiance, a quality that both intrigued and terrified him.

Knowing he was on your trail added an exciting bliss to your days. You couldn't resist the urge to leave behind little clues, sparks that would lead him to you.

As you observed him from the shadows, you felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. You watched intently as he approached the quaint cabin you had conjured from thin air, a temporary refuge in the dark woods.

Just as he turned his head in your direction, you instinctively ducked behind a tree, heart pounding in your chest. The last thing you wanted was to be seen, even though part of you longed for him to uncover the truth. After a moment, you peered out cautiously, only to find that he had disappeared into the depths of the forest.

Confusion set in, but you pressed on, edging closer to the cabin. The night was silent, the only sounds of rustling leaves and your breath. Suddenly, a shiver ran down your spine as you felt a familiar presence looming behind you, sending adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Hi, Terry,” you called out as you turned around, your eyes meeting his. A warm smile spread across your face, brightening the moment as you took in his tall, stern figure.

"I was hoping you would find me here; what brings you here, handsome?" You asked as he frowned.

"I think you know why I am here. Is it true...are you really killing our kind for power?" Terry asked in a disappointed tone.

"I'm guessing you've heard, huh?" You asked softly, stepping closer to him. Your heart raced as you tried to bridge the distance. However, instead of welcoming your approach, he cautiously stepped back, a gesture that stung more than you expected.

"Just tell me you didn't actually kill them." He stared intently at you, searching your face for a glimmer of reassurance, but the silence stretched on, heavy and unyielding.

His heart raced as your lack of response sank in, leaving him to grapple with the chilling possibility of what you might be capable of.

"TELL ME!" Terry urged, raising his voice as frustration began to creep into his tone. His brow furrowed, and he leaned forward, hoping to convey the urgency of his request.

"I did….." You began, your voice trailing as you struggled to find the right words. The look on his face was one of utter devastation as if your admission had shattered something within him.

"But they were bad," you continued, your tone growing more urgent.

"They are killing young half-breed witches and wizards—innocent ones—completely violating the guidelines set forth by the council. And the council is doing nothing to stop this. So I decided I couldn't stand by any longer and took matters into my own hands," You said, clearing your throat to steady your voice.

"Okay, I understand, but I firmly believe that resorting to violence is not a solution. It's crucial to consider the consequences of such actions. You need to remember that this situation is not solely your responsibility to bear. I can't help but wonder what's your fascination with half-breed."

"Ugh, if I tried to explain myself? You wouldn't understand; you got the council so far up your ass you don't know even know you've been brainwashed," You raised your voice, frustration evident in your tone, before growling and striding purposefully toward your cabin.

"I'm not brainwashed; come back and explain yourself," Terry declared, his voice firm and unwavering. With a wave of his hand, he summoned his blue magic, which wrapped around you like a powerful tether, pulling you closer to him.

Determined not to yield, you concentrated and swirled your hand in the vibrant glow of yellow energy that flickered at your fingertips. In one swift motion, you released a surge of energy, directing it at him in a dazzling blast.

The force of the attack sent him hurtling backward, but with remarkable agility, he regained his balance mid-air. As he stood upright again, you locked eyes with him; his glowing blue irises sparkled with irritation, revealing the intensity of his frustration.

Both of you engaged in an unexpected dual, each of you unleashing powerful blasts of magic. As your spells collided, the air crackled with energy, sending sparks flying in every direction. You looked around, intertwining between the towering trees below, the branches snapping under the force of your confrontation.

With each strike, you let out fierce screams of determination, channeling all your strength into hitting him repeatedly. Then, with one final hard hit, Terry lost grip on the air and tumbled to the ground. You land hard on top of him, staring your eyes into his soul as your heart races from the adrenaline of the fight.

"You want to know why I did what I did?" You asked, your body shaking angrily.

"One of the victims was my sister. I have protected her since birth, and yet I couldn't save her. Because of this, I refuse to let anyone interfere with my efforts to protect the half-blood boys and girls, even if it means standing up to you." You spoke in grief, and your eyes shone a vibrant yellow.

Terry looked up at you, his expression tightening with concern as he tried to organize his thoughts. His brow creased deeply, revealing the internal conflict he was experiencing.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes searched yours for understanding, a mix of regret and empathy evident in his gaze.

The moment's weight hung heavily in the air as he tried to come to terms with the reality of the situation unfolding before him. You clenched your jaw tightly, feeling sadness wash over you as you stepped back, putting distance between yourself and Terry.

"I’m giving you two options, Terry. You can walk away right now and never look back, or you can stay and help me. I'm building my own school for half-bloods, a place for them to be safe. It’s completely up to you, but you need to decide." The weight of your words hung in the air, both a challenge and a plea.

Terry fixed his gaze on you with an intensity that made your heart race, his eyes searching yours for answers. He took a deliberate step closer, the distance between you shrinking as the air grew thick.

You caught his gaze momentarily before instinctively wiping away the tears spilling down your cheeks. A sense of vulnerability washed over you, prompting you to look away as if breaking the connection would ease the weight on your heart.

Without hesitation, Terry reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His warm and reassuring touch made you feel a flutter of comfort amidst the rage.

He gently brushed away the remaining tears, his thumb grazing your brown skin softly. At that moment, nothing else mattered but how he tried to soothe your pain, making you feel seen and understood.

"I want to stay with you. I know I never told you this, but I love you more than I can express. I came here to uncover the truth. Now that I’m here and I know it. I want to be with you and stand by your side." Terry said, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

“Terry, what will happen to your place at the academy and the council?” You asked, a wave of confusion washing over you.

“Are you really willing to give all that up just for me?” Your voice trembled slightly as the weight of the decision hung between you.

"Yes, I can live without that, but when it comes to you, I just can't imagine my life without you by my side. Baby girl, I want us to stay together, no more back-and-forth, for real this time," He says, his voice soft and earnest.

Both of you leaned in, and the world around you faded away as a rush of warmth and excitement coursed through you. The kiss was electric, filled with a mix of longing and tenderness that left you breathless. With a gentle yet firm grip, he lifted you into his arms, his strong hands cradling you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

The cabin's rustic charm awaited just a few steps away. He carried you through the door, and you could already feel the warmth of the fireplace beckoning, ready to envelop the two of you in its glow. You snapped each other's clothes, causing Terry to laugh. Now, naked, you lay down on the bed.

"I noticed you always love doing that, but I'm not mad at it," He said, gazing down at you with admiration, taking in your body's graceful curves and features, clearly appreciating your presence.

With a playful smile, you looked up at him from your position on the bed, your locs cascading around you. "I just want to get your clothes off of you faster so you can make up the time to make love to me," you said, your eyes sparkling.

"We can time all the time we need, baby. I'm not going anywhere," Terry said, shifting his weight above you as his eyes filled with love. He leans in to kiss your lips passionately while you felt the erect of his dick against your belly.

You instinctively wrap your arms around his back, pulling him closer. Terry started by kissing all down your body until he reached your core. You couldn't help but let out a deep moan as you observed him, captivated by the powerful aura he exuded while he was between your legs.

His elbows rested firmly at his sides, and his back was taut with muscle, reminiscent of a predator ready to pounce on its prey. The way he focused intently on the pleasure at hand, with every lick through your wet folds, made it clear that he was fully engaged, giving off an undeniable sense of determination to pleasure you.

Terry begins going faster, his fingers gliding over your legs. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he worked his tongue in and out of you, he looked up at you with his captivating hazel-green eyes, their warmth inviting you to let go and fully embrace his tongue.

"Ahh, Terry...fuck!" You moaned deeply, feeling the rise and fall of your chest as you lay there on the bed, your fingers resting lightly on the back of his head. A soft sigh escaped his lips, loving the sweet sounds that you made while he devoted your pussy.

"How does it feel, baby girl?" He asked as his hands began to move, swirling with a gentle precision as they caressed and massaged your breasts, sending shivers of sensation coursing through you. The warmth of his tongue swirling in and out between your wet folds ignited a flutter of arousal within, leaving you close to the edge.

"Fuck, it feels so good. Fuck, i'm gonna cum-I'm-fuck-fuck" You cried, feeling the most powerful orgasm overwhelms you, making you arch your back, and your toes curl.

"Mmmm, fuck, you taste so amazing, baby," Terry says before moving up to kiss you but you magically flip him over onto his back.

"Now it’s your turn," You said with a warm smile and began playing with the precum on his tip; you loved the throbbing feeling of his dick beneath your touch. You watched as he tilted his head slightly, eager for more.

Terry let out a low moan as his arms flexed, reacting to your hands working their magic. You lowered your mouth to the head of his dick, sucking gently, and swirled your tongue around the tip.

"Just like that, fuck, you are so beautiful," Terry says, resting his large hand behind your head. You smirked, continuing to suck him like a lollipop, flicking your tongue until he pulled you up to his chest and flipped you on your back.

"Fuck, I need you," Terry says, springing into action. His muscular arms flanked you as his body hovered over yours. His broad chest pressed firmly against yours, the warmth of his body enveloping you.

As he leaned in closer, his lips brushed against yours softly, sending a shiver down your spine. You gasped, feeling him slide his dick inside you and begin to thrust in and out, placing gentle kisses on your neck and chest.

"You like that? does that feel good?" Terry gently leaned back, his warm breath lingering on your skin as he pulled away from your neck. His piercing gaze locked onto your eyes, searching for a deeper gauge of your feelings.

"Yes, so fucking good, baby," You purred softly, placing your hand on his chest. The rhythmic beating of his heart seemed to synchronize with your breath.

"You feel so good being inside of you again. I couldn't get this pussy out of my mind. Fuck, so fucking tight. I love you, I love you so much. You know that, right?" Terry asked, and you let out an appreciative and loving moan.

"Shit, fuck me, yes! Terry. Oh, I love you so much," You moaned. Terry grips his hands to your waist, holding you in place and driving his dick into you harder, making you moan loud at the sudden speed.

"You gonna cum for me again, huh? Like a good girl? Are you gonna cum all over this dick? Yeah?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," You shout out loud; your eyes begin to glow as your voice echoes, feeling another powerful orgasm overwhelm you, crashing into you like an unstoppable train. The intensity of sensation sweeps over you, leaving you breathless and shaking.

Your muscles twitched uncontrollably, and the tremors in your legs made it difficult to calm down. Despite the exhaustion radiating through your body, you could feel Terry's desire pushing you forward, and deep down, you didn't want him to stop.

"Terry," You whined as he let out a slight chuckle, turned you on your stomach, and slowly thrusting inside of you while giving you light kisses on your back to calm you down a little bit and then began to thrusted faster and harder.

Terry, being inside of your pussy was always an incredibly blissful experience; every moment felt indulgently pleasurable. The warmth of your walls and clenching around his dick he cherished deeply.

"Oh, baby girl. You…feel so damn good..I'm...cum inside your little pretty pussy, would you like that?" Terry whispered intensely into your ear, grabbing your neck from behind and pulling you in for a kiss.

"Mmm, yes, oh fuck" You let out a cry, your fingers tightening around the wooden headboard of the bed as if seeking stability. The bed creaked softly under pressure, and your heart raced as he thrusted a little faster; it only took a dozen or so thrusts for you to cum for the third time.

"Please cum inside me; I want to feel it inside of me, Terry. Fucking nut in that pussy, Daddy."

Terry moaned out of your name and exploded his load inside of you; he shuddered, convulsing, as he rode out his orgasm. He collapsed onto his back on the other side of the bed, the soft mattress cushioning his fall.

A feeling of deep satisfaction washed over him as looking over at you. You gently placed your hand resting over his heart. The warmth of his body radiated through your skin, creating an intimate moment between you.

Terry turned his gaze fully toward you, his eyes filled with love and affection. He carefully grasped your hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a sweet, lingering kiss against your palm.

"I love you, We can do this togather," Terry whispered softly, a warm smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his strong arms around you. He pulled you closer, the rhythm of his breath soothing and steady, creating a sense of safety that enveloped you.

As he leaned down, he gently kissed your forehead, the touch tender and reassuring. You felt a wave of comfort but a little doubt wash over you as you nestled against him, trying to drift off to sleep in the warmth of his embrace.

The clock struck midnight, and you were still awake. The moonlight spilled through the window and cast shadows across your bedroom. Tears welled in your eyes, a testament to the heavy weight on your heart. Deep down, you knew what you had to do.

Terry woke up to the bed's emptiness, realizing you were no longer there. The morning sunlight spilled gently through the curtains, casting soft shadows in the room as he lay still, wondering where you had gone.

Just as he started to feel the weight of concern settle in, a letter unexpectedly materialized on the pillow next to him, as if it had been waiting for him all along. Intrigued and slightly bewildered, he reached for the envelope, his heart racing with curiosity.

As he carefully opened it, he could feel anxiety wash over him, eager to discover what words awaited him inside.

Dear Terry,

I want to start by expressing just how much I love you. You have brought so much joy and light into my life that it's hard for me to do this, but after much reflection, I realized I needed to let you go. You are incredibly important to the Realm of Magic Academy, and I can see how passionate you are about pursuing a teaching position there. You have the potential to make a difference within the council. I don't want you to resent me for holding you back. It would be best to part ways and focus on our individual journeys. I will always treasure the good times we’ve shared, and I hope you find fulfillment and happiness.

Take care of yourself, Terry.

Love, [Your Name]

Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, Terry tore the letter into shreds, each rip resonating with his frustration and sorrow. With a quick motion, he threw the torn pieces across the room, inadvertently using his powers to strike the windows. His heart ached with heartbreak, and each fragment of paper reminded him of the love he had lost.

[feroluce]

When talking about Boothill's drink order in 2.6, like. Hoyo could have just glossed it over and described it as "a few" or "several" drinks. They didn't bother to program in the actual glasses or anything- it's not like any of us were gonna count them and notice if they put in the wrong amount.

But they specifically chose the number seven, and if it IS just coincidence, it is a very very fun one.

Hsr is also known to make tarot card references- we had the online event shortly before Penacony's release, I'm pretty sure there's at least a couple simulated universe occurrences and a curio, and then Black Swan's Everything.

The Seven of Cups is a card about dreams and making choices when you have multiple options it front of you. It represents resisting self-deception and false dreams, and not letting yourself be charmed by hallucinations. It is a warning to carefully consider what is real vs what is not, which is very important in Penacony as a whole, being the land of sweet dreams, and it becomes relevant to Boothill later, when Primon starts to fuck with his head.

It can also represent someone who is "deep in their cups," which is a more polite way to refer to someone who uses alcohol as a coping mechanism to an unhealthy amount.

I hate that this could be a serious comment on Boothill being an alcoholic to cope with how much horrifying trauma he's experienced...and I have to discuss it looking at Primon's ridiculous fucking face fjkdslajldk

The overall message of the card is to stand fast, keep a clear head, and make your decision. Which suits Boothill beautifully even outside of this patch, since he is the very picture of ruthlessness and straightforwardness- he is able to see that bright clear line between action and result, and he follows it doggedly! Everything he does, he does wholeheartedly and decisively! And we see it especially well when he fights through the partial regression Primon leads him into!

Straight and clear and sure as a bullet, baby!!!

[watermelonlovershigh]

A Week in the Life with a Broken Foot {part. 17} (housemate!harry series) (FLUFF/SMUT)

A Trip to the ER {part. 16} (housemate!harry series)

AN: i'm really sorry this took so long. this is the longest chapter yet in this series and combine that and the passing of liam, it took longer than i intended. anyways, hope you enjoy and please leave your feedback. next chapter is gonna be very smutty.

This story contains: broken foot obviously, crying, fingering of vagina, brief implications of somnophilia, handjob, attempting sex (but failed), fluff, comfort

{ housemate!harry - boyfriendrry - soft!harry - teacher!harry - au!harry }

word count- 4,764

After breaking your foot on Monday, the first week of your recovery has its ups and downs, but Harry is with you every step of the way.

Harry has been an absolute saint ever since you broke your foot in the shower. When you arrived home Monday evening with a fresh cast on your foot, Harry carried you inside and sat you on the comfy sofa. You asked him when you were gonna have to use your crutches, but he said not very often when he's around. Meaning, he'll carry you wherever you need to go within the house. When you go out in public or when he's just not home, you may have to use your crutches on those occasions and he'll eventually teach you how to use them properly.

Having ensured that you were comfortable on the couch, Harry quickly went to change out of his work clothes, which he hadn't had the chance to change yet since leaving work earlier in the day. After changing his clothes, he went to the kitchen to find a small snack for you to eat until dinner was ready. Although you weren't particularly hungry, he explained that it was essential to eat something with the pain medication you had taken in the car to prevent an upset stomach.

While you munched on some cheese crackers with your foot propped up on a pillow, Pixie resting in your lap, and the tv on some rubbish reality show, Harry started making dinner for the both of you. He had to admit that, after a day filled with adrenaline, he wasn't particularly hungry himself. Still, he recognized the importance of eating something light before going to bed. Plus, any leftovers would be great for the next day when he might not be in the mood to prepare a meal.

Harry decided to prepare your favorite, chicken alfredo. You had gathered all the ingredients during your grocery shopping trip last week, which meant he could whip it up in no time. While cooking, he often glanced into the living room to ensure you were still okay. You eventually had to tell him that you appreciated his concern but would let him know if you needed any assistance. His attentiveness was becoming somewhat overbearing.

After dinner was completed, he prepared two plates and took them to the living room. Harry thought it would be far more practical for you to stay on the couch instead of trying to eat at the table with your large cast, and he was indeed right. Whenever your foot touched the floor, a jolt of pain traveled up your leg. You found yourself wondering how you'll cope when Harry leaves for work each day.

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As the night drew to a close and you finished your meal, Harry offered his assistance in helping you bathe before he entered the shower himself. Since your cast couldn't get wet, you sat on the closed toilet seat while he carefully washed your skin with a soapy cloth. He made every effort to rinse you off adequately from your position and dried you before helping you change into your sleepwear. Although he planned to carry you to bed before showering himself, you insisted on staying in the bathroom with him.

"You just want to see me naked!" Harry said as a snarky remark.

As he entered the shower, white bum facing you, you replied sarcastically, "No, I just don't want to be alone, but also..... maybe I enjoy the view of my naked housemate."

"Boyfriend!" Harry shouted from behind the opaque shower curtain, taken offence that you called him your housemate. Though you once were just housemates, you were well beyond that title now.

Harry finished his shower while you remained on the toilet, waiting with patience. You may have occasionally glanced at him as he washes his body, unable to help yourself due to how attractive he was. As he exited the shower, you watched as he dried off and slipped into a fresh pair of black briefs.

After completing that, you allowed Harry to carry you to bed for the night. He selected your room because, if you needed to use the bathroom during the night, it's conveniently located straight across the hall. In contrast, his room is next to the bathroom but requires a left turn, which could lead to a higher chance of you accidentally hitting your foot on the doorframe or wall.

When you were finally able to lie down for the night, you realized the discomfort that would accompany you trying to sleep with a hard, thick, cast on your foot and leg. Typically, you and Harry would cuddle throughout the night, but the cast presented certain challenges with that routine. On a brighter note, you realized that he could still spoon you, which was a positive.

Harry's gentle fingers glided through your hair, lulling you into a state of sleep. Yet, this night proved to be different; instead of the typical few hours of continuous rest, the pain in your foot, coupled with the discomfort of the cast, caused you to awaken every hour. Each time, the soothing sounds of Harry's soft breathing helped you return to sleep, until you awoke again, then repeat.

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On Tuesday morning, Harry was up before you. Being aware of your lack of sleep the night prior, he allowed you to rest for as long as possible while he quietly got out of bed to take care of some business. After using the toilet and brushing his teeth, he went to the kitchen to start brewing coffee, followed by calling the school where he teaches at.

The headteacher (principal) answered the phone with a cheery tone, introducing himself and the schools name, not knowing it was Harry that was calling.

"Hi, Mr. Clarke, this is Harry Styles, a teacher there at ******* School. Yesterday I had to leave early because my girlfriend fell and broke her foot. Well she'll need someone to care for her for at least the first week of her recovery. So I was callin' to let you know I'll need to be out for a few days. I can stop by to give my substitute teacher instructions on what to do in my classroom if you'd like."

"Oh, hi, Harry!" Mr. Clarke spoke when he recognized one of his favorite teachers voices, "I'm sorry to hear that about your girlfriend. And yes, I'm sure we can figure something out with your class. Can you be here around eight? That'll give me an hour to find you a sub for the week and you can instruct them on what to do before your class arrives this morning."

Checking the clock on the stove, Harry replied, "Absolutely, eight sounds perfect. I'll see you then, Mr. Clarke." Following the conclusion of the call, he went about getting dressed for the quick trip to the school. His choice of clothing was not as formal as it would typically be for a teaching day, but it also didn't consist of his usual home attire, which included sweatpants and a t-shirt. Or just briefs if he's particularly hot.

After getting dressed in his own room, Harry decided to stop by your room across the hall prior to leaving and check on you. As he stepped into your bedroom, he noticed you sitting up in bed with a serious frown on your face and tears brimming your eyes. It dawned on Harry that you likely thought he was heading off to work for an ordinary full day.

"Don't want you to leave me." you muttered in a sad tone. You've yet to use your crutches and the idea of falling again while you're by yourself terrified you. Especially if your phone wasn't near.

Harry rounded the bed and gently sat beside you. "Baby, m'not goin' to work my normal shift today. M' just goin' to meet the substitute they're puttin' in my class for the week. Tellin' 'em what to do and all that. I'll be gone no longer then an hour, promise. Just keep your phone on you in case you need to call me for whatever reason."

"Wait, you called out of work? For me?"

Smiling gently, Harry cooed, "Well yeah, of course. You'll need someone to care for you for at least the first week. So m' gonna be out for about a week to stay home and take care of you. Until you can navigate somewhat on your own with that cast on your foot."

Tears welled up in your eyes again at his kindness. "I love you, Harry."

Harry giggled at your sweet confession before he leaned in to peck a kiss on your lips and responded back, "I love you too, Y/n. Do you need anythin' before I leave?"

"Yeah, can you carry me to the bathroom, please? Then take me to the living room to watch tv until you get back. And maybe.... um, give me one of my pain pills. My foot is killing me again." Harry nodded his head and carefully lifted you out of bed to bring you to the bathroom. While you sat on the toilet doing your business, he gave you privacy by getting the couch set up and placed a pill and a glass of water on the coffee table.

You ensured that you flushed the toilet before summoning Harry back into the bathroom to assist you in migrating to the living room. Once you were comfortably positioned on the cushions, with your foot elevated as per the doctor's orders, you took the pain medication. Harry offered you a granola bar to consume alongside your medicine. He then kissed you gently before departing, assuring you that he'd return soon.

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The remainder of Tuesday was relatively uneventful. You felt a growing sense of boredom from being cooped up indoors all day, but the recurring pain in your foot, which returned every few hours, made you reluctant to stray too far from home. Harry arrived back from school roughly an hour after he had left, just as he had promised. With it being a rainy day in London, he pulled the curtains shut and settled on the the couch next to you. You found a new series on Netflix and ultimately binge-watched the entire show by midnight.

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On Wednesday, a noticeable shift occurred. Although it wasn't necessarily bad, it was certainly an unfortunate development in your healing process. The shift in question? You found yourself becoming horny for the first time since your accident. Awakening to a throbbing sensation between your legs and you spent the first part of the day attempting to overlook it. In your efforts to ignore your horniness, you became more irritable, prompting Harry to believe that your mood was merely a result of the pain in your foot resurfacing.

When he asked what you wanted for breakfast, your initial thought was to say him. However, you chose to say oatmeal with fresh berries instead, all the while wearing a deep frown. After your meal, Harry wanted to know what you wished to do next. You considered saying something related to sex, but ultimately opted for watching another movie. The desire to alleviate the ache you felt between your legs was so strong, yet you were nervous about trying anything with your giant cast on, knowing it'll be in the way. Plus, you were afraid your cast might turn Harry off.

Mid afternoon is when Harry finally spoke up. For the past couple of hours he'd watched you toss and turn in your spot on the couch. He'd already asked several times if your foot was bothering you and you'd said no. So now he was genuinely confused as to why you couldn't keep still. "Baby, what's wrong? You sure it's not your foot? I can give you one last dose of your medicine tonight if you need some."

Exhaling in frustration, you came to the conclusion that it was finally time to confess, "Fine, I'm horny, Harry. That's why I keep fidgeting. I've felt this way since we woke up this morning." Your blatant honesty offers him comfort, knowing that your situation is one that he can easily fix.

Harry cackled out a loud laugh, startling Pixie who was sleeping on the arm of the couch. "Really? You've been actin' this way because you're horny? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I just.... not that I'm embarrassed to tell you I'm horny but um, I guess I'm just nervous to do anything with my cast on. I know you said there's many options that aren't actual sex but still..."

Harry turned serious now, seeing how you're actually nervous to get physical since your accident. But you shouldn't worry too much because he has a plan. "Alright, slide your shorts and panties down and spread your legs f'me."

"Hm, what?" you asked, confused on what he was planning to do. Maybe he was gonna eat you out. You'd never be opposed to that.

"Just do as I said." You compiled by lowering your shorts and underwear, which formed a small pile on the floor next to the couch. Harry helped you by gently spreading your legs while you remained seated upright. Your injured foot was elevated on the coffee table, and your other leg rested over his lap. Just as you were about to ask how he would proceed in this position, you were interrupted by the feeling of his hand making contact with your pussy instead.

"Ohh!" you inhaled sharply as his calloused fingers started to make circular motions on your needy clit. He then moved his fingers downward, parting your lower lips and allowing your wetness to serve as a natural lubricant before returning to your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, as it had been a long day of longing for this very touch.

Harry gave your clit a break for a moment and decided to wedge his middle and ring finger inside your pulsing hole. The thickness of his fingers caused you to throw your head back on the couch and moan loudly as he basically started to finger fuck you. His fingers drove all the way in, then pulled out just to his fingertips before repeating. His palm patted against your clit with each thrust, also giving that attention in a non direct way. You're sure the way Harry had his wrist turned to finger fuck you was uncomfortable for him, but you couldn't care less. All you knew was he was making you feel so good.

Squelching sounds begun to echo in the living room from how wet you were, and that sound alone turned you on even more than you already were. Harry begun curling his fingers up and gently stroking your g-spot, which had you nearly jumping off the couch. The only thing that stopped you was your big ass cast wrapped around your foot and lower leg. "Oh, right there, right there, Harry!"

Grinning, Harry asked, already knowing the answer, "Yeah, that feel good, baby? M' I makin' your pussy feel good? Hm?"

You reached down and grabbed onto his wrist, helping him finger fuck you harder, but also to help you stay grounded. "Yes, fuck yes! Feels so good. I'm about to come."

While staying sat beside you, Harry continued to fuck you with his fingers while he purposely grinded his palm into your clit for added pleasure. That's what sent you over the edge. Just seconds later, you came so hard that Harry thought you might cut his fingers off with how hard you were clamping down on them. He continued to curl his fingers up, stroking your g-spot, and stimulating your clit with his palm, until you couldn't take it anymore and forced his hand away. You were left panting, trying to come back to earth after having been elevated in the clouds for so long.

"Better?" Harry questioned curiously, referring to your horniness.

Still catching your breath, you nodded, "So much better."

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When Thursday morning came, you opened your eyes and felt some subtle pressure prodding against your thighs. Struggling slightly due to your cast, you shifted in bed and peeked under the covers, discovering that the object you felt poking you was Harry's morning wood. He seemed to be in a deep sleep, but you still wanted to help him out. Despite your physical constraints, you felt a strong urge to return the favor since he helped you out the day before.

Lying on your back, you reached out and gradually trailed your hand down Harry's soft tummy until it was met with the bulge in his briefs. You wouldn't have proceeded without prior consent; however, you and Harry have previously discussed your boundaries regarding sexual matters. Both of you agreed that it's okay to engage with one another while the other is asleep, knowing that neither would remain in a deep sleep for too long once the activities commenced. Therefore, it's not like you'd be completely unaware while the other person did as they pleased.

Your hand inched down and you proceeded to cup your hand over his hard cock, giving subtle pressure to help ease the discomfort you're sure Harry was in. You moved your hand in a gentle back-and-forth motion across the front of his briefs, observing as Harry slowly came to consciousness. The sensation that fully awoke him was your hand slipping into the elastic of his underwear, your hand making direct contact with his erection.

Harry jolted awake, momentarily taken aback by your touch, but quickly settled as you began to pump his cock in your hand. He raised the blankets to catch a glimpse of your actions. The sight of you jerking him off made his back arch off the mattress, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. "Baby!"

"Does it feel good, Harry? Felt your boner against my thigh when I woke up and wanted to help you out."

Harry turned his head on the pillow to look at you. Through gritted teeth, he remarked in a slurred voice, "It feels amazin', m'love. Didn't 'ave to though. Would've been fine without this." Even while being pleasured, Harry's concerned about your well-being.

"Shush and let me make you feel good. Know we can't have sex right now but I hope this will do the trick." You retracted your hand to apply some saliva for lubrication, and while doing so, Harry removed his briefs and pushed the covers back. When you placed your wet hand back on his hard shaft, everything was visible now. Due to the bulkiness of your cast, you couldn't lie on your right side, but you turned your head to observe your actions and are very much aware of how your touch was affecting him. Seeings as he was falling apart from your slick strokes.

The rapid movement of your fist caused Harry's stomach to rise and fall with increasing speed, while his breathing became more ragged, accompanied by low moans that escaped from his parted mouth. This moment brought you back to the first time you gave him a handjob, when your relationship was still new and you were trying to take things slow.

You watched as precum started to seep from his flushed tip, prompting you to go faster with the movements of your hand, eager to lead him to his orgasm. Harry begun swearing, "Oh, fuck! Y/n, baby, shit! M' 'bout to come." He uttered a stream of curse words along with your name and terms of affection. You found it rather amusing to see Harry become so affected by your touch.

Abruptly, Harry's back lifted entirely from the mattress, his hands gripped the sheets tightly, toes curling, and a loud roar erupted from deep within his chest cavity. His cock pulsed in your hand before he finally came, releasing several thick streams of cum all over your hand and his stomach. Observing a man in such a raw and vulnerable state was, in your opinion, a remarkable sight, and you couldn't stop staring at him in awe.

Once the final drops of cum seeped from his sensitive tip, you carefully let go of his shaft and turned your attention to Harry's face. The tension in his facial muscles had diminished, contrasting sharply from the intensity he had shown during his orgasm, yet his eyes remained closed. His chest was still heaving, and his body trembled slightly. Given how hard Harry came, you didn't blame how his body was reacting.

After a few seconds, Harry became alert enough to speak. "Need to wake me up like that more often."

You tossed your head back with a chuckle. "We'll see, you eager boy. Let's get you cleaned up so we can eat. I'm starved." And by getting him cleaned up, you meant, he clean himself up because well, you can only do the bare - fucking - minimum in this stupid cast. You can't wait for it to be off.

Harry rose from his bed to retrieve a washcloth, intending to clean himself as well as your knuckles, which were stained with his jizz. He attended to his hygiene in the bathroom and brought a fresh cloth back to your bedroom, where he left you. Upon reaching the bed, he took your hand to wipe it clean, only to find that the cum on your fingers had vanished. "Um, where's the mess that was on your hand?"

You looked up at him, your eyelashes fluttered dramatically as you tried to come off as sweet and innocent. But when you licked your lips and softly said, "Mhm, I told you I was starving," you exuded anything but innocence. Harry might have wanted to be shocked by your act of licking his cum from your hand, but in reality, he's not. He was already aware that you have a dirty side to you.

"You nasty, nasty, girl."

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Harry's objective for Friday was to assist you in mastering the use of your crutches for the first time. After your accident on Monday, he had taken on the responsibility of carrying you around the house, but he was only off of work for one week. Despite him being concerned about leaving you alone, he was confident that teaching you to use the crutches would allow you to be more independent. So after spending the majority of the day procrastinating, you made the decision after dinner that he could finally help you practice walking with your crutches.

With your crutches secured in his left arm, Harry reached out with his right arm to assist you in getting off the couch. "Ready?"

Upon standing from the cozy couch, you murmured, "No, but I suppose we need to get this done." You steadied yourself on one foot as Harry helped to place the crutches under your armpits. You immediately felt the discomfort they inflicted on your underarms. Although equipped with a rubber cushion, it offered hardly any relief from the pressure on your underarm bones.

Once the crutches were placed under your arms, Harry stood beside you for support and instructed, "Okay, now try and walk."

You went for the first step but was left clueless on how to even use those things. "Um, do I, how do I....?"

"Basically, move one crutch forward, followed by the other. After completin' that motion, propel your uninjured foot forward while ensurin' that your injured foot remains elevated above the floor." Although Harry's instructions were somewhat confusing, you decided to follow his advice. Your initial attempt nearly resulted in a fall, but fortunately, he was beside you for support, placing his hands on your hips. The second step you took was more successful. "See, you're gettin' better already."

As you kept practicing around the empty space in the living room and down the hall, you groaned, "Yeah, but it's so uncomfortable, under my arms and it's hard to use my strength like this."

"I know, baby. It's gonna be a bit uncomfortable, but remember it's only temporary. Soon enough, your foot will heal and you won't be in a cast anymore. Then we can actually get out the house and do things again."

You made it all the way to the back door at the end of the hall before stopping for a break. "Yeah, like that date you promised."

"Yep, the date where I'll have you in those little vibratin' panties, edgin' you all - night - long."

"Ugh, stop talking about that or you're gonna turn me on."

Harry grinned knowingly, "Who said that was a bad thing."

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You practiced walking on your crutches a few additional times that evening before Harry helped you with your bath. In contrast to the first night after your accident, when he helped you bathe while you sat on the closed toilet, he has since used a waterproof covering for your cast, now allowing you to use the actual bath tub. Initially, you felt quite vulnerable having him take care of you like that, but as time passed, you grew more comfortable with his assistance. Plus truthfully, nothing could enhance your feeling of vulnerability more than when he walked in to see the aftermath of your slip that caused your foot injury. That was ten times worse than him casually bathing you.

After your bath and Harry's shower, you got into bed as you normally did. However, shortly after lying down, you voiced, "I wanna try having sex." The mention of that eagerly awaited date earlier in which Harry planned to tease and edge you all night, stirred your excitement, and you craved more than just hand or oral stimulation. You had not yet attempted having actual sex this week since having your cast on. Primarily because you believed it would be impossible, but then you realized you wouldn't know unless you tried.

Harry turned in bed to face you. "You sure? I don't want to hurt you."

You looked over at him and responded, "I mean, I wanna try. I don't know if it'll work or if it'll hurt, but we can see, if you want that is."

Harry agreed and begun getting you ready for sex, not knowing you were practically soaked already. He kissed and caressed your body until he made it to your panties. He had a sly grin from seeing how wet you were. Some of it was from the foreplay, but like you'd said, you'd been wet since this afternoon.

Once your panties were taken off and Harry's clothes were shed, you decided to attempt the classic missionary position, assuming it would be the easiest option. Unfortunately, that turned out to be wrong. The way Harry needed to position his knees was incompatible with the bulky cast on your leg. Each accidental bump resulted in sharp pains shooting through your foot. He wasn't even halfway in when you yelped in pain, having felt your casted leg being stretched beyond its limit.

Realizing that the current position wasn't going to work, Harry proposed, "Let's try spoonin'." He withdrew himself from your pussy and helped you lie down, positioning himself behind you. He made sure your injured foot was against the bed, rather than the foot and leg that needed to be raised over his hip. While he was able to penetrate you fully from this position, his legs kept accidentally bumping into your cast as he started thrusting, despite his attempts to avoid it, resulting in more pain in your foot.

"Ow, ow, please stop." Harry halted immediately, understanding that the discomfort was not stemming from the sex but rather from your foot, which was troubling you once more. Tears began to well up in your eyes as the realization dawned on you that sex just wasn't feasible with your cast on. "I'm sorry."

Pulling out for the second time, Harry sat up behind you and asked, "Why'r you apologizin'? Nothin' to be sorry for."

"Yeah but, I thought maybe we could have sex and obviously we can't. It's all my fault for breaking my foot."

Harry leaned down, hugging your upper body in his arms. "Shhh, it's okay. I told you the day you broke your foot, sex isn't our only option."

"I know and don't get me wrong, your fingers and mouth feel amazing, but is it so bad for a woman to miss her boyfriends cock inside her?"

Harry couldn't help but to giggle at your words. The next six weeks is gonna be hell on earth if you have to go without sex for that long. You just hoped by the end of it all, when you finally get to have sex again, it'll be ten times better after being deprived for so long.

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˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .

im here

summary: you’re having a bad day so you call paige to come over so you’re not alone

content warnings: talks of depression

Most of your days were good now. You could get up in the morning, make breakfast, go to classes, study, eat and shower without any problems. But every now and then your brain reminds you that it has a chemical imbalance and you feel paralysed. Today was one of those days. Everything felt like a task that you couldn’t bring yourself to complete and that’s why it was 3PM and you still hadn’t moved from your bed.

You had woken up this morning with a familiar sinking feeling in your stomach and you knew immediately that today was not going to be a good day. You had tried to get up and push through but you physically couldn’t, it was as if you were chained in place.

You’re thoughts were dark and overwhelming and you didn’t know how to handle them. You’re mind was telling you the most evil things and you believed it. You believed no one cared about you, you believed you were a burden, you believed you were better off dead. Even after years of battling with depression it was so hard for you to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Your friends knew that you struggled and they always said you could go to them when things got bad, talk them, you weren’t alone, but you hated admitting defeat, you hated putting your problems on them. It made you feel weak, like a baby but you needed someone right now, you needed to be held and told everything was going to be OK so you called the one person you knew would be here in a heartbeat.

No less than fifteen minutes after the phone call, there was a knock at your door and it took everything inside of you to peel yourself out of bed to answer it.

“Bad day?” Paige asks emphatically as you opened the door to her. It looked like she had just come from a workout, clad in her UConn gear, hair bundled into a low bun at the base of her neck.

“Something like that.” You mummble in response as she steps into your apartment.

“Did something happen?” She makes herself comfortable on your couch which wasn’t out of the ordinary, Paige was a regular visitor to your place and had been since you first met in your freshman year.

“Just my stupid brain. I can’t take it anymore, it’s never ending.” You huff, feeling your eyes prickle with tears, “It’s exhausting.” You add and the tears begin to spill out.

“Y/N, come here.” Paige beckoned, tapping the space beside her.

Your steps towards her are small and slow, it’s all you can manage, if you moved any faster you might just drop to the ground and never get up.

You sit beside Paige and her arm immediately wraps around you in a warm embrace, whenever she hugged you, you felt safe and today was no different. She held you for a few moments in silence just letting you cry into her shoulder.

“I hate seeing you cry. It doesn’t feel like it right now, but you’re going to be OK, Y/N. You’re the strongest girl I know and you’ll get through this. These feelings are just temporary.” She consoles softly and you look up at her and even through your teary gaze, her face is radiant and glowing and her eyes are soft and comforting as they look back at you.

“Thank you for coming.” You sniffle, wiping your cheeks with the sleeve of your sweater, “I didn’t want to be alone.”

“I’m here and I’ll always be here, whenever you need me.” She tells you and her hand comes up to wipe a stray tear and it lingers on your cheekbone for longer than usual and your stomach flutters at the feeling.

Nothing had ever happened between you and Paige, you were just friends, really good friends and you didn’t want anything to ruin that.

Paige clears her throat as her hand drops to her lap, “How about a movie?” She suggests giving you a small smile, “I’ll even watch Harry Potter.” She says knowing that it’s your all time favourite film. She usually refuses to watch it, claiming she ‘hates’ it but you’re starting to think different.

“Really?” You ask taken aback at her suggestion.

“Yes, come on.” She stands up and holds out her hand for you to take and you hesitate a little because you never held hands but something felt different today and as you slip you hand into hers, she squeezed it slightly and your stomach flutters for the second time at your friends touch.

You get comfortable on your bed, gathering blankets and pillows while Paige flicks through Netflix in seach of the movie. You watch her intently from behind, her tall frame stood in front of you, toned legs slightly apart, her arms are crossed in front of her so her biceps are flexed perfectly and maybe it’s the low lighting of your room and the way it makes her skin look soft and smooth or maybe it’s your sadness induced state but you want to touch her, you want to feel your skin on hers.

“Paige…” You break the silence nervously considering your next words.

“Uh huh.” She responds turning her to look at you over her shoulder.

“Come here for a second.” You say shuffling yourself to the edge of the bed.

“What’s up?” She asks, coming over and sitting beside you, the bed sinking down under her weight.

You don’t actually know why you called her over and you couldn’t exactly say ‘I just wanted you close’, she’d think you were crazy so you wrap your arms around her in a tight hug and she doesn’t question it, she just hugs you back, her head falling into the crook of your neck. Her scent is sweet and vanilla-y and her arms are strong around your torso and your head begins to spin, “Kiss me.” You blurt out without thinking and you feel Paige tense around you.

“What?” She stutters, pulling away to look into your eyes.

You refuse to look at her, embarrassed at your desperation, “Um- nothing. Sorry, just put the movie on.” You say trying to move away from her but she still has her arms around you and she doesn’t let go.

“No, Y/N. Don’t apologise. I’m just- I don’t know, shocked.” She admits and you could be sick there and then, you’ve ruined everything with someone who cared about you deeply.

“I don’t know why I said that. Ignore me.” You mutter, eyes focused on your lap.

“Please look at me.” Paige urged, bringing one of her hands to lift your face.

Her blue eyes were beautiful and you felt stupid as you looked into them, someone like Paige wouldn’t dream of kissing you.

“I never imagined this was how it would go.” Paige utters, both hands now on your face, holding you delicately.

“What?” You ask stunned.

Paige had imagined you kissing?

“I always imagined I would initiate our first kiss.” She admits, cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.

“You want to kiss me?”

“Y/N, I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a while.” Your heart skips a beat at her confession.

“What’s stopping you.” You whisper, leaning your face closer to Paiges and that does it, in a flash her lips are on yours and yours eyes flutter shut at the feeling you’ve unconsciously craved for so long.

Her lips are soft and subtle just as you imagined, she tasted like fresh mint and as one hand stayed on your face, the other explored your body, trailing down your arm and then your back, you felt like you were floating.

Your hands did some exploring of their own, starting at Paiges waist and making their way up to her chest where they rested for a moment before sliding onto her arms, your fingers finally getting a touch of her skin.

The smile on both your faces was cheesy to say the least as you both pulled away, slightly breathless.

“That was…” She begins but trails off.

“Yeah…” You reply, equally as lost for words as the blonde girl in front of you.

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a/n: i love soft paige 🥺🥺

[sanemistar]

too close — sanemi shinazugawa

contents ★ fem!reader, fluff, enemies to lovers, wc: 1.k ﾉ requested for my milestone event. note: this turned out to be much longer than i intended to omg event m.list ★ kny m.list

you had no idea how you ended up in this position with sanemi of all people, he was the very last person you had in mind when imagining scenarios like that. yet there you were, leaning so close to him, a little too close. the very little distance between two of you was so alarming to the point where you could feel his every hot breath fanning against the skin of your face, sending shivers down your spine. your eyes directly staring into his own deep lilac ones in a painfully prolonged gaze, as if you were seeing through each other’s souls. the surrounding air was filled with tension that was so intense and so strong. it was so silent that you could hear the sound of your own heartbeat as you heart raced like crazy like it was about to burst out of your chest and explode.

“you’re way too close…” sanemi finally spoke up in an irritated tone, breaking the thick layer of awkward silence around you. his eyebrows furrowed in perplexity as a confused expression made its way onto his face. by then, you would’ve immediately leaned back, walked away from him, and acted like nothing had ever happened. but for some odd reason, your feet were still heavily glued to the ground, not daring to move an inch as your face became even closer to his. like if there was some sort of gravity drawing you in, pulling you closer towards him.

“and if i get closer, will you push me away?” you replied back in a somewhat teasing tone, which was probably just to get a reaction from him before he’d get you off of him and leave. you enjoyed seeing his mad reactions, he was your rival after all. but instead of getting the usual mad reaction you had expected, sanemi fell silent. as if he was contemplating on what to say next, which was quite unlike him. the sanemi you knew would’ve pushed you to the side and stormed off without a second thought, so the way he reacted made you feel a little nervous, a little unsettled. like why was he still close, why was he still there? questions and rampant thoughts were running wild in your head.

“you want me to? or do ya want us to kiss or something?” he asked back as the saga of questions continued. until a strange, unfamiliar desire suddenly hit you upon hearing his words. and before you had realized that you had no control over your body, it moved on its own. closing the whatever remaining distance left between you and him as your hand quickly grabbed his shirt and smacked your lips on top of his, pulling him into a quick kiss that only lasted for just mere seconds. it was clumsy, hasty and full of uncertainty, completely different from what you had in mind. maybe because you weren't kissing someone you had a crush on, but a person you thought of as an enemy.

you didn’t know what possessed you back then when you did that, you weren't the type to act on impulses. every single move you took, no matter how small, was carefully calculated, you never acted recklessly. and for the first time in your life, you defied your logic and broke your own rules as you allowed yourself to act upon your emotions in the heat of the moment. you were overwhelmed with a mix of new emotions you never thought you would feel, and you couldn’t believe yourself. the man in front of you whom you just kissed was your foe, your arch-enemy, your nemesis. you were supposed to hate, and even regret initiating it. but surprisingly, the only thing you regretted was breaking the kiss too quickly and abruptly.

who would've thought that kissing one's enemy would be so good, was what you thought.

you were certain that your face was flushed in embarrassment and was as red as a tomato. he'd probably laugh at you and tease you about it for as long as you lived, you basically gave him an opportunity on a golden plate.

or at least, that was what you thought was the case.

what you never saw coming though was that, instead of him acting in his usual aggressive attitude, his eyes were wide open, clearly taken aback by the sudden action. he was showing a softer expression, one that you'd never seen before. a slight tint of red decorated his scarred face. it got you thinking that maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all.

"i dunno what have you done to me, but i wanna kiss you again." sanemi admitted as he leaned close to you once again, and you'd nodded in agreement before you locked your lips with his again for a second time. this time, it was a slow, passionate kiss. completely different from the first one. and you made sure to take your sweet time savoring his taste. unexpectedly, he tasted like ohagi, so sugary and sweet. contrasting his standoffish, scary demeanor.

you hadn't realized that you two had been kissing for quite some time until you felt yourself unable to breathe properly as your chest rapidly moved up and down, and that your lungs were practically begging for air. the two of you pulled away, panting as you desperately needed some air. your head was still spinning and dizzy as an aftermath of that intimate kiss, it was much better than the first one that you were left wanting more.

"i think i'll like you, so how about a third kiss?" you softly whispered against his ear as he slightly flinched. "you know the saying, third time's the charm." coaxing him to go in one more time.

before that day the thought of you kissing sanemi would've never crossed your mind, let alone liking him. but if you could go back in time, you'd still choose him, your dear nemesis, again and again. in a heartbeat.

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[writeaboutit]

Thus With a Kiss, I Die

Firefighter Abby and Reader get trick-or-treaters

Wanted to get out one last Halloween-themed fic before spooky season ends(even though it's technically the 1st). I had a couple more ideas, one including a Halloween party that would bring in the other characters(Ellie, Dina, Jessie, etc.) but idk if I want them in this universe or not so lmk if y'all would be interested in that or not. Anyway, I hope you like it and happy last days of spooky season!!

Series: p1,2,3

Word Count: 945

Warnings: None

You tried and failed to walk down the hallway in a normal way—those damn wings. The costume was cute but you kept forgetting about the wings strapped to your back. You couldn’t really tell if that was a good or bad thing.

On one hand, they were light enough to endure wearing them for the next two hours while you and Abby handed out candy to the neighborhood trick-or-treaters and then three more hours for the Halloween party. On the other hand, you had already lost seven wing feathers to various walls, low-hanging light fixtures, and one door jam. 

You turned sideways and shimmied down the hall to accommodate the small space and expansive wings. You would get used to it… or at least that's what you keep telling yourself as you round the corner into your bedroom. 

Abby was sitting on the edge of your mattress struggling with a buckle on the arm cuff on her fake metal armor. Suddenly you thought you probably shouldn’t be complaining about the wings. You knew that Abby’s costume was a sensory nightmare but she was ignoring it to appease you and your dream couple's costume. 

It was your first Halloween in the new house and you were dying to dress up. You had only lived in apartments previously and being in a house this year meant trick-or-treaters surly. You'd be damned if you didn’t go all out with your costume.

So here you were wearing massive white wings and a long white dress, Abby across from you wearing a grey get-up covered in chain mail and fake shoulder/arm armor, a sword sticking out of her belt loop—the perfect Romeo and Juliet. 

Although you knew Abby was probably more uncomfortable than not you had to admit that she looked hot as shit and by the way she went still forgetting the stupid buckle to drink you in she was thinking the same thing. 

You took a deep breath trying to steel yourself against your wife's burning gaze and walked to the space in between her spread knees. 

“Let me help,” you motioned down to her wrist and loose armor. 

She raised her arm without comment. You could tell she was staring at you but you focused on feeding the leather strap through the buckle and tightening it. You guys did not have time to get…distracted. 

“You look so pretty, baby.” She broke the silence and you could no longer avoid her pulling eyes. 

“Thank you, so do you.” You said softly leaning down to press a light kiss to her cheek. 

She hummed at the contact and bracketed her arms around the back of your thighs, pulling you into her. 

You laughed at the sudden tug and braced your arms on her shoulders for support. The pair of you stared at each other for a long while, in complete silence. You spent the moment—what felt like ten years, debating whether or not the distraction would be worth it. You could just run downstairs and throw the candy bowl out on the porch for the kids to help themselves. 

Yes, that sounded like a very pleasant idea. Just as you were about to suggest it to your wife the doorbell rang. 

You squealed forgetting about that plan. You guys could do that later, right now you were too excited to celebrate the holiday. You couldn’t wait until you and Abby had kids one day and were able to take them trick-or-treating. For now, handing out candy would have to suffice. 

You pulled out of Abby’s grasp and tugged on her arms, “Come on, come on. We have our first trick-or-treaters!” 

Abby laughed at your excitement. She was glad that you were getting so much joy out of the night even though all you were going to be doing was sitting by the door and saying hello and goodbye to kids dressed as Disney princesses or video game characters. 

You guys rushed down the hall, well more like you and Abby just followed at a reasonable pace. You could hear the high-pitched voices of excited children on the other side of the door and you grabbed the fake cauldron full of candy and unlocked the door. 

Abby hung back just slightly from the open door frame making sure your guys' dog Alice didn’t become an escape artist and jump scare the kids. 

She smiled as you gasped and asked a little girl if she was the little mermaid. The little girl squealed excited that someone knew who she was and excitedly exclaimed, “Yes! Do you like my dress?” 

“I love your dress,” you dragged out the love for emphasis. 

Yeah, Abby was fucked. She wanted to make you a mom, like yesterday, despite the logistical hurdle regarding that. 

You finished dishing out the candy and closed the door a smile on your face. When you met Abby’s eyes you knew exactly what was brewing behind her eyes. 

“Nope. Stop looking at me like that, we definitely do not have time for that.” You waved a hand over her form. 

“Not even just a little bit of time?” She grabbed the center of your dress and pulled you in, “I can make it real quick baby,” She whispered against your lips. 

Your heart stalled in your chest. Well… when she put it like that?

Just as you went to answer her the doorbell rang again causing you to laugh and her to groan. She rested her forehead against yours and you answered, “Sorry baby, you’re just gonna have to wait until tonight.”

You pulled out of her grasp once more and placed a light pat on her ass. She groaned again.

[perseephoneee]

kinktober 7 (elijah mikaelson x f!reader)

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ kinktober masterlist

content warnings: blood sharing, oral (f. receiving), face sitting, elijah the tease

a/n: part three of kinktober halloween! this was actually sitting in my drafts for longer than this event lol.

dedicated to @wholoveseggs hope it’s passable 😭

all of these are inspired by this post by @moremaybank

It had been too long since you had seen Elijah, and your heart was soaring as you looked at him over your kitchen table. Currently, you were catching up over a homemade candle-lit dinner. You wore a dress that you knew he liked, and he was always dressed impeccably. You don’t think he realized how much he tortured you, though, with the slow bites he took of his meal. All you wanted was to run your lips over his and feel his hands tracing paths over your skin.

You never were that good at being straightforward about what you wanted.

“‘Lijah, you have a little something,” you said, gesturing to his chin. His brows raised, grabbing a napkin to dab his face. “Not quite.”

You got out of your seat, came over, and ran your thumb over the corner of his lips.

Elijah’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, proven correct as you brought your finger up to your mouth and licked off whatever was there.

“Is there something you are looking for, my dear?” Elijah asked, a small smile on his lips.

“I don’t think so,” you feigned ignorance, hands on your hips as if in thought. He reached out, grabbing you by the back of your thighs and pulling you onto his lap. You let out a little yelp that melted into a smile as he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your shoulder. “I missed you,” you whispered, a hum reverberating in your throat as he kissed your neck.

“I did as well,” he breathed into your skin. You turned his face towards yours, kissing him deeply. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh. You sighed into his mouth, letting Elijah explore it however he so pleased. Your fingers danced over the buttons of his shirt, lightly undoing them, touching the planes of his chest as you went. You started kissing the column of his throat, licking the divets and nipping the skin. Elijah groaned, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped as he brought you to your bedroom, placing you gently on the bed.

“You truly are a vixen,” he hummed. His fingers brushed your sides, dancing over your dress and leaving you yearning for more. You sat up, reaching behind you to unzip your dress and remove it from your body. Elijah’s eyes darkened as he watched more of your skin become exposed. Even though he wasn’t touching you, you felt as if his gaze was caressing every soft inch of skin revealed. He sat on the bed, pulling you into his lap and looking up at you with adoration and lust. You reveled in moments like this, where you felt like you were a treasure he had discovered. Like you were the most important thing in his existence. Your hand moved to cup his face, and he pressed kisses to your palm and wrist. Your breath caught when you saw the veins under his eyes, even as he tried to hide it.

“Elijah?” You whispered. He hummed, looking at you. “Drink from me.” He moved to make a complaint, but you hushed him, kissing him as your fingers trailed down his exposed chest to the bulge in his pants. “Please?”

“It is very hard to say no to you,” he smirked, pressing a kiss to your wrist before his fangs came out, sinking into the delicate skin. Your breath hitched, and your head fell on his shoulder as he took his fill. You pressed a kiss to his throat, and he let out a moan as he detached from your wrist and peered at you through hooded eyes. He licked your wound clean, a sight that shouldn’t be as erotic as it was. “You taste saccharine, my dear.”

You grew hot under his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you hide from him. He tilted your face back to his. “I would like to finish my meal if that is alright with you,” Elijah smirked, and you nodded with hidden delight. He brought you both further up the bed, and you expected him to find a home between your thighs. Instead, he laid back and pulled you over his face. Your hand grasped the headboard for support, the other holding up the skirts of your dress. You gasped when Elijah tore apart your tights and panties, not even bothering to remove them. You didn’t have much time to complain before he was licking you dry. You wanted to slump against the headboard, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from Elijah even if you tried. Not as he ate you out nor when he pulled you further down onto him. You let yourself grind against his mouth, chasing a high that you hadn’t had in so long. Before you could reach it, Elijah was pulling away, pulling you down with him. You bit back a curse, but Elijah still chuckled in amusement anyway.

“You’re an unbelievable tease,” you growled.

“I have no idea what you mean,” Elijah smirked, kissing you as he removed your dress and torn undergarments. When you were bare before him, he pulled you close, trapping you beneath his body. He kissed your cheek as he settled between your thighs. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, closing your eyes as he finally pushed into you. Your body had missed him, especially as he started building up a punishing pace that made you gasp. He sat up, bringing your hips with him and fucking you at an angle that made you see stars. You loved seeing him tower over you, and you think he enjoyed seeing you submissive beneath him. He became sloppier as he neared his end, and you brought your hand between your thighs to speed up your release, which had been near.

“’ Lijah,” you whined as you came, and his name on your lips was enough to pull him with you. He fell forward, holding you close as you both came down from your highs. You felt sated for the first time in a while and enjoyed wrapping your arms around him and laying on his chest as he rolled off of you.

“I did actually purchase dessert,” Elijah chuckled, and you looked up at him.

“You did not.”

“I did; I got your favorite,” Elijah smiled. “If you get dressed, maybe you can have it before it becomes stale.”

“You’re the devil,” you jested, kissing him quickly as you got out of bed.

“No, dear, I’m just a vampire.”

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This shot broke my version of Procreate Dreams. I ended up having so many layers that Dreams was telling me it wouldn’t be able to export the video unless I consolidated or deleted some.

Oddly enough if you group some of the layers together that somehow frees up space? I’m not sure how that works tbh. In the end I have around 45-48 layers consolidated into 16 different groups.

I genuinely thought that the climbing out animation would be the hardest part of this shot, but in fact it was all the rubble and shadow effects that needed to be applied. Those are what took up the bulk of the layers.

The Warden is animated mostly on 3’s and 4’s (with a couple 1’s and 2’s in there to smooth out the animation slightly). I did this because I wanted him to be lumbering and unnatural. Up until this moment everything has mostly been animated on 1’s (including a lot of the rubble).

Here’s a zoomed out image of the entire timeline in Dreams. Each one of those grey dots is a frame lol

I really didn’t think that this one 5 second shot would be what broke Procreate Dreams. If you’ve been following my work these past 2 months I’ve had some shots that were far longer and more technically complex than this one. But I guess just the sheer number of layers and groups I needed to have to make the rubble work was just too much!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this progression! I’m finally up to the Warden appearing in my storyboard! I’m about halfway done, and it’s only taken 2 months! 😭

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I am starting to see that Sephiroth was not really the leading and confident type that I thought he was. Everyone in fandom called him “general” and I went along because it made sense that the great hero would be a leader of men and soldiers. But Sephiroth was barely the leader of his own team in Rhadore. They made many of their own choices and led him too. When Sephiroth meets Glenn as an adult, Sephiroth follows Glenn’s lead right away.

Now we have Angeal as team leader and he commands authority that Sephiroth does not. Even if Sephiroth were the leader I don’t feel like he would be the one with Angeal’s presence. I don’t think Sephiroth was the leading one in AGS either. My old image of Sephiroth is crumbling and I don’t mind. But it’s weird to me. Sephiroth never took control of his own life until Nibelheim.

Yeah, it's basically confirming what I've always thought. I think Sephiroth commands a lot of respect due to his position and reputation. And he probably holds some level of authority over younger soldiers when the chips are down. He's given the biggest tasks and he's even assigned the honor of personally guarding President Shinra during heavy fighting. So he holds a lot of importance based on his capabilities.

But personality-wise? He's not the commanding daddy-dom so many people portray him to be in fic lolol he's actually a very passive, submissive sort of person. He really seems to have a very low opinion of himself, at least in the sense that he doesn't seem to find value in himself beyond his skills in combat. He's not arrogant. He doesn't think he's better than others--only different. And he's probably not the dominant leader of the trio beyond battlefield tactics. Sephiroth isn't a push over, per se, but he's probably something akin to the group baby in the trio, just sort of going with the flow. Sephiroth seems to have lost a lot of his more timid personality as an adult around the time CC rolls around. But he's also not really all that willing to take control of a situation, at least not beyond basic mission stuff. He seems to fall back on Angeal a lot. And possibly did the same for Genesis. He certainly does so for Glenn.

So yeah. The "real" Sephiroth was never an especially dominant person at all. Nor was he really greedy, egotistical, or someone who enjoyed the spotlight. The real Sephiroth was kind of shy, occasionally soft-hearted, a bit aloof, and more reliant on his companions in order to function on a day to day basis. Which makes it very interesting when he loses it in Nibelheim because it only further adds to his transformation into the villain we know today. And THAT Sephiroth MAKES his presence known, so incredibly arrogant and focused on his own evil desires that he no longer cares for anyone else at all. Willing to sacrifice EVERYONE and EVERYTHING just so HE gets what he wants. Complete character 180.

[anniebeemine]

Hey I have a request because I saw they were open and I thought of this idea. So like to how Rossi is like semi famous form his books and Whatnot? What if the whole BAU is like that but they just randomly figure it out and also maybe it’s set in a modern au with Tik tok and whatever and the team (and Spencer) figure out that all these ppl are thirsting for his need ass and he’s being tested by the BAU and is also super confused and awkward about it. Thanks! Sorry for all the run on sentences

“So luckily, I guess it’s not your cousin.”

The screen flashed with the edited strobe effect, flashing over the faces of the BAU. JJ held a hand over her mouth, jaw slack and eyes wide. The shit eating grin on Emily’s lips held back a laugh, her lips trembling with each passing second. Penelope held onto Derek’s arm. The music faded, leaving the scene dark with the editor’s name in the little text box. All eyes trailed to the subject of the video.

Spencer shook his head. "I don't get it."

There was a beat of silence, the kind that hangs thick with disbelief. Spencer looked around at the team, brows knitted in confusion, still searching for the joke he seemed to have missed. JJ finally let out a snort, unable to contain it any longer, and her laugh broke the dam for the others. Emily chuckled, Penelope doubled over, and even Derek wore a broad grin, shaking his head.

Spencer’s bewildered expression only deepened. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Pretty Boy, you really don’t get it?” Derek asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"It's a video of me from a journalist... along with other videos of me walking."

The team broke into laughter again, the kind that nearly brought tears to their eyes. Spencer’s deadpan delivery only made it better. Derek shook his head, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh, Spence,” JJ managed between laughs, wiping the corner of her eye. “It’s… it’s just that someone took those clips and edited them to make it look like…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence without laughing again.

“Like I… walk funny?” Spencer guessed, his face still a mask of complete confusion.

Penelope held up a finger, attempting to compose herself. “No, no, sweet genius! They’re not just any walking videos; they’re, like, ‘admiring you’ videos. Like… they find you attractive.”

Spencer’s brow furrowed, glancing at each of his teammates, his cheeks turning slightly pink. “But… why would anyone want to watch videos of me walking?”

Emily raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Trust me, Reid, people notice a lot more than your… lectures. Some people are into that whole ‘tall, dark, and socially oblivious’ vibe.” She nudged him playfully, and JJ barely held back another fit of laughter.

Spencer’s blush deepened, and he crossed his arms, shaking his head in bemusement. “I still don’t get it.”

Derek grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Pretty Boy. You’re just gonna have to trust us on this one.”

The group dissipated, returning to their own desks and leaving Spencer in front of the black screen. He glanced around, turning the little knob just enough to mute the video. He lightly tapped the spacebar, restarting the video.

Spencer sat back, folding his arms as he watched the video play out in silence. Without the dramatic music or the strobe-like editing, the clips seemed surprisingly mundane—just him walking through various places, giving interviews, and answering questions with his usual focus. But the way the editor had cut it together, with each look or half-smile highlighted, seemed to cast him in a different light, almost as if he were… someone worth watching.

He squinted, trying to understand what everyone else had seen that he hadn’t. He was painfully aware of his awkward gait, the way he often fidgeted with his hands or shifted his weight. Yet, in the video, the camera lingered on each of these movements as if they were purposeful, deliberate. The little quirks he’d always thought made him stand out were somehow softened, almost… endearing?

Spencer tilted his head, a slight flush creeping up his neck as he took in the scene again. It was strange to think of anyone watching him like this—as if he were something more than the team’s fact-spouting genius. He paused the video, his own face staring back at him from the screen, and for a moment, he tried to see himself the way the video editor had: through the eyes of someone who, somehow, found him interesting.

"What are you doing?"

Spencer grunted softly, reaching forward to grab the mouse. Though, somehow in his startled shuffle, he'd begun another video, this time on full blast.

"...smartest motherfucker in the FBI."

You raised a hand to your lips. "Spencer?"

Spencer fumbled with the mouse, his face now a vibrant shade of red as he scrambled to mute the video. But the audio continued, echoing loudly through the quiet office space.

“...absolute genius, solving cases left and right, and looking damn good while he does it,” the voiceover continued, accompanied by a slow-motion clip of Spencer adjusting his glasses, set to an overly dramatic orchestral soundtrack.

He heard your soft chuckle behind him and froze, shoulders tensing. He turned around slowly, catching sight of you covering your mouth with a hand, clearly trying to hold back laughter. “I… it’s not what it looks like,” he stammered, his hand still hovering over the mouse.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in your eyes. “Oh, so you’re not watching fan edits of yourself in the middle of the office?”

Spencer looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was… trying to understand it. Derek and the others were… laughing, and I don’t really…” His voice trailed off, almost a mumble as he glanced at the screen, where his image lingered, looking almost heroic with the dramatic editing.

You smiled, stepping closer and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Spencer, I think it’s kind of sweet, honestly. People see you as this… brilliant, mysterious hero. Can you blame them for making a tribute?”

He gave a small, almost sheepish smile, his blush deepening. “I guess it’s just… weird to think anyone would look at me that way.”

“Well, maybe you should start,” you replied gently. “Because they’re not wrong, you know. You are pretty amazing.”

Spencer’s eyes softened, and he gave you a grateful smile, the embarrassment finally easing into something else—a quiet acceptance. “Thanks… that means a lot.”

You smiled, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "And just for the record, you are the smartest motherfucker in the FBI."

[angeliqueiguess]

“Focus!” (j.jh)

018. whirlwind warnings: swearing, angsty

Y/n, determined to take the first step, headed back toward the office she had just left moments ago. From the hallway, she caught sight of Jaehyun still inside, sitting with his back to the door, motionless. She inhaled deeply, trying not to overthink it, and pushed the door open without looking directly at him.

Jaehyun spun around in his chair, startled, as if he hadn’t expected her to return. Until now, he’d been sure it would end the same way it always did: him trying to talk to her, something getting in the way, and then another missed opportunity—an endless, frustrating cycle. But this time felt different, and that tiny shift gave him a flicker of hope.

“Are you okay?” he asked, though he knew right away that it wasn’t the right question. The look on her face told him she wasn’t here to drag this out any longer than necessary. He adjusted himself in the chair, realizing he needed to cut to the point.

“Look... I get it if you don’t want to talk right now, but I need you to know I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I just... need you to hear me out, even if it’s just for a moment, because—”

The door swung open, cutting him off mid-sentence.

“Jae, I came as soon as I—” Johnny’s voice trailed off when he saw her. “Y/n...”

He stood there, breathless from rushing over. The sudden appearance of her brother made everything unravel in Y/n’s mind. Whatever courage had carried her back into that room dissolved in an instant. She stood abruptly, her body tense, as if trying to calculate the quickest way out.

She glanced between Johnny and Jaehyun, the weight of everything she’d been holding in pressing down on her chest. It was too much—too fast, too soon. She wasn’t ready to face them both. Not like this.

“I’ll talk to you later,” she muttered, her voice rushed and clipped.

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heels and strode out of the room, leaving the door ajar behind her. Johnny and Jaehyun called her name in unison, but she ignored them, her mind set on one thing: she needed to leave. Now.

Her steps were quick, almost frantic, as she made her way toward the building’s exit. Her thoughts swirled in chaotic loops, and the only thing she was sure of was that she needed to find some clarity. She needed Ten.

He would know exactly what to say, just like he always did. He’d remind her to ground herself, to breathe, to let everything go for a moment. She needed that—needed to feel the cool grass under her fingers, disconnect from the whirlwind in her mind, and hear the steady, grounding advice from the one person who always seemed to understand how to help her find her way back to herself.

Meanwhile, back in the office, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Jaehyun paced restlessly from one side of the room to the other, dragging his hands through his hair as if that would somehow bring clarity to the chaos in his mind.

"I don’t know what else to do," he muttered, stopping briefly to glance at Johnny, who sat in the same chair Jaehyun had occupied earlier. Frustration dripped from every word. "I fucked it all up again. What if she never speaks to me after this?" His voice cracked slightly before bitterness took over. "Why did you have to show up?"

Johnny frowned, folding his arms. "Oh, so this is my fault now?" he snapped. "Sorry, Jaehyun, but if I remember correctly, you were the one who texted me."

"Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to show up," Jaehyun shot back almost yelling "God, I’m such an idiot…" He slumped into the chair, burying his face in his hands. "It’s been years, and I still can’t have a normal conversation with her because she never lets me." His sigh was long and heavy, as if hoping to exhale the frustration that had been weighing on him for too long—but it didn’t help.

Johnny studied him quietly for a moment, then said, "What I don’t get is… why don’t you just tell her how you feel already?"

Jaehyun lifted his head, staring at Johnny like he’d just suggested something ridiculous. A scoff left his nose as he shook his head.

"Right, because that’s so easy for you," he replied sarcastically. "Sure, just open my mouth, say what’s on my mind, and magically everything falls into place. If only it worked like that." He paused, pressing his lips together. "It’s not that simple for me, Johnny. I... I still... love her, fuck... saying it out loud feels impossible."

He shot to his feet and paced towards the glass door, as if movement could somehow keep the overwhelming emotions at bay.

"Jaehyun," Johnny called, making him stop and turn. "You can’t keep running from this—neither of you can. But you need to know... someone else is getting ahead of you. Fast."

Jaehyun clenched his jaw at those words, his worst fear, Taeyong keeping her from him, inching closer to reality.

"I know," he murmured, the sadness in his voice unmistakable. "And that’s what I'm gonna change."

Without waiting for a response, Jaehyun pushed the door open and walked out, leaving it to swing gently behind him.

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Angie's note: i’m so so so sorry i said i was going to post this after the last one (i was studying lol) i hope u liked itt and don’t forget to drink water and to stay healthy 🩷🩷🩷

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[feroluce]

So I've already seen this one pointed out, but in the new CG, Boothill's older human form doesn't really match what people thought it should. Of course it could just be neglect on Hoyo's part like I've seen speculated, but personally? With the other lore we got from this patch, combined with some of the stuff we already had, I'd love to think there is a possibility that is way, WAY more fun.

(fun for me and all the other whump enjoyers, anyway, RIP Boothill fjkasjkdj)

In Boothill's lc, we see him in the middle of his surgery where he threw away his flesh and bone body for steel and cybernetics. We know it was The Big Surgery and not just like some sort of tune up or modification because of the description attached to the lc:

Which is where a lot of the dissonance comes in, because in this lc, Boothill's hair is much, much longer than in the cg.

And as someone who also has super long hair, I can tell you that it would take like. Multiple years to grow it out to this length.

There's also the fact that these cybernetic arms don't even match, the lc is the one that looks like our Boothill does now. And there's no reason for Boothill's shirt to be ripped up and in tatters like that; it even states he takes off his clothes before the lc surgery. If it were a matter of Hoyo needing to censor nudity, there were plenty of other methods they could have used that would make more sense, like a hospital gown, a blanket, surgical partition, etc

When will I get to see Boothill with all his scars, Hoyo, when, quit cockblocking me!!! OTL

But there was also another piece of new lore this patch that hit me like a fuckin' brick- the fact that Boothill was tortured by the IPC.

He just drops this out of nowhere! Just says it and then moves right along!! BABY, PLEASE. I WANNA KNOW MORE SO GODDAMN BAD.

But anyway as Hydrachea pointed out to me, this means the torture definitely had to happen before the lc surgery, because being whipped with a belt soaked in saltwater (fucking OUCH) wouldn't work on someone with metal skin.

So, we know that the IPC did, at some point, capture Boothill. And this is reaching further back to previous patches, but we also know from the Luminary Wardance event in 2.5 that the IPC also dabbles in cybernetic arms, because of the one they foisted on Luka.

The model there is a new one they're debuting, but we see in a flashback sequence that the IPC has been part of the cybernetics game for at least 700-800 years, because they also manipulated Igor into getting one too, and this could have only happened before the Eternal Freeze on Jarilo-VI.

It's never stated just how old Boothill is, or how long ago the genocide on Aeragan-Epharshel took place.

But I doubt it was more than 700-800 years ago.

I really don't think Boothill is that old, or has been doing this for that long. So he definitely would have been captured at a point that the IPC was manufacturing cybernetic arms, and had a known history of amputating perfectly healthy patients to use them.

I wonder if all their test subjects were willing.

(This part is entirely unnecessary for the new cg showing Boothill being a forced lab rat as part of the IPC torturing him. But it is a fun, delightful, bloodily gruesome twist of the knife nonetheless.

Boothill was also betrayed by his own brothers-in-arms on Aeragan-Epharshel. For the IPC. Just saying.)