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toomanystoriessolittletime · 10 days ago

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Summary: Did you ever want to show off something so badly, because there's no way in hell people would believe you, that you took a video of it? Well that's how you felt about Frankie when he ate you out. And after raving about him on a girls night they joke that you should film him, so they can see for themselves. Surprisingly he's super into that idea when you tell him about it after.

Pairing: Francisco Morales x fem. reader

Wordcount: 3k

Rating: E

Warnings: smut (oral sex; f receiving), making a video of said smut, dirty talk, alcohol, general horniness

A/N: Enjoy this filth, cause there's a chance this is gonna be the last one for a while. Will focus on my Javi series from now on and hope the braincells agree with me

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Full Masterlist // Frankie Morales Masterlist

„Come on, I just need five more minutes,“ Frankie was kissing up a line on your neck as you stood in front of the sink, trying to apply your lipstick.

Again.

You were already fifteen minutes late, your new boyfriend Frankie having insisted he only needed five more minutes which, of course, was a lie. But who were you to complain about being eaten out and made cum twice on his tongue.

Fuck, he was so good at that.

You had a couple of boyfriends before Frankie, but no one had been as eager as him when it came to all things sex.

Mostly the men you’ve been with before thought foreplay consisted of fingering you for twenty seconds before they wanted you to suck their cock.

You hadn’t even seen Frankie’s cock before you had been dating for almost two months, let alone touched it. He on the other hand let no opportunity go by to have you moaning his name, his head between your thighs or his fingers deep inside your cunt.

Or both.

„Later, baby,“ you took a deep breath and turned around, smiling at the adorable pout he gave you. You booped his nose and he smiled, kissing you very softly so he wouldn’t ruin your lipstick.

Again.

„Want me to pick you up after?“ He asked, hands slowly moving down your back until his hands rested on your ass.

„You don’t have to. I can take an uber home. It’s closer from the bar anyway,“ you said and he hummed.

„What if I wait for you at your place?“ He asked and you smiled.

„Can’t get enough of me, huh Morales?“ You teased and he shook his head.

„Never,“ he grinned before he kissed you, leaving you to apply your lipstick for a third time once he was finished with you this time.

You finally made it to the bar, thirty minutes too late. Frankie had driven you and you had given him your key so he could go to your place. He had picked up his toolbox so you were pretty sure he would be working on the sink that had been leaking for some time. And on the broken door. And maybe that Ikea table you had picked up and never build. He had noticed it the last time he was over at your place and insisted he took care of it.

It wasn’t like you were spending much time at your place at the moment.

You and Frankie had been dating for four months now, and you mostly spend your time at his place. Not because he didn’t like to stay at yours but because he had the bigger house. It was a small two story home on the outskirts of town, but he had made it his. You could see him in every corner of the home and you were absolutely in love with it.

He also had a pool and with the hot summer you had you preferred to let the day tune out in his pool with a cold beer or iced tea.

God, you were so in love with him it annoyed you sometimes.

„Oh thank god, I’m not the only one too late,“ you sighed relieved as you sat down next to your friend Emily. She hugged you, kissing your cheek and you were attacked from the other side as your friend Carol sat down.

„Katy is running behind. The babysitter’s car broke down. But she’ll be here in like ten minutes,“ Emily said. You ordered drink as you waited, catching up on life. Yeah, you spoke to each other frequently, but the older you got the more complicated it got to get everyone at the same place at the same time.

Once the drinks and Katy were there, you felt all eyes on you and you sipped on your drink like you had all the time in the world.

„Spill those beans babe. We know where you met Frankie but other than that we know almost nothing!“ Emily said excitedly and you grinned.

„What do you wanna know?“

„Everything!“ They all said and you laughed.

„Okay. So Frankie is 36 years old. He’s ex military and he owns a little massage place in the city,“ you began.

„The massage place you met at?“ Katy asked and you nodded.

„Yeah. Got a gift card and my back felt like shit so I went one Saturday and the only one around was Frankie. He works all weekend when his daughter is at her mom’s,“ you explained.

„How old is she?“ Emily asked.

„Turns five in may. She’s adorable. And such a Daddy’s girl,“ you smiled. You remembered how anxious you were to meet her for the first time. It hadn’t been that long ago, only six weeks before.

She was staying the majority of the time with him, so you knew if she hated you, things with Frankie would be over pretty quickly. Thankfully she liked you right away, both of you bonding over your love for nail polish. It was actually the first thing she said to you. That you had the prettiest nails she’d ever seen.

„And she stays with him often?“ Kate asked. You nodded.

„She lives with him full time. And when her mother is in town they arrange sleepovers. She’s pretty chill actually. Works as an stewardess so she’s away very often,“ you explained and they all nodded.

„So the first time you met him you were naked?“ Carol asked and you rolled your eyes.

„No, the first time I met him I was dressed. Ten minutes later I was naked and he had his hands on me,“ you chuckled and they all laughed.

„I didn’t know if he was just quiet but he did not say a word to me for the entire time. Which was sad cause I really wanted him to talk to me. I think I liked him from the first moment on,“ you said quietly.

„Anyway, after he’s finished he tells me that he’ll wait outside, so I get dressed quickly, wanting to get out of there but before I could leave the place Frankie asked me if I would like to go out with him sometime. And well, I said yes,“ you shrugged and they all grinned at you.

„It’s been about time that you got lucky too, babe. And I hope you are getting lucky a lot,“ Emily raised her eyebrows and you blushed, cheeks warming as you bit your lip.

„You have no idea. I never thought sex could be that good, honestly,“ you said.

„I mean he owns a massage place, I bet he’s great with his hands,“ Katy wiggled with her eyebrows playfully.

„Details,“ Kate demanded and you laughed.

„Nuh uh. I am not drunk enough for that. And I am hungry,“ you pursed your lips.

„So we gotta get you drunk is what I get from that,“ Emily winked and you rolled your eyes.

Two hours and numerous drinks later you were chewing on some mozzarella stick as you listened to Katy tell you about the cockring she got her husband and how much they both enjoyed it.

„He’s lasting so much longer. It’s a win win for everyone involved,“ she said seriously and you all barked a laugh.

„So babe, are you drunk enough to spill the beans now?“ Emily asked and you hummed.

„Haven’t told you that his callsign at the military was Catfish,“ you began and they all looked at you confused.

„But it’s not because of the reasons you might think….“

„No honestly. He’s so good at it, I wish I could make a video and show it to everyone. Which I can’t cause ya know but…. Fuck…. I’ve never ever had a man that loved eating pussy that much,“ you said and they all looked at you with open mouths.

„He made you cum four times? On his tongue?“ Katy asked a little too loud and some heads turned towards your table.

You felt your cheeks growing hot and just nodded while they groaned.

„Hey if you ever decide to take a video, we have all seen each other’s vag soooo….“ Katy smirked and your eyes widened before you uttered a oh my god under your nose, making everyone laugh.

Yet the thought of it didn’t leave you alone. Frankie picked you up and was the perfect gentlemen as he took you to bed, cuddling himself against your back after the made you drink a whole glass of water and take an aspirin.

The next morning you woke up with your head on his chest, looking up at him as he slept peacefully.

He was so pretty. And he was all yours.

And part of you wanted to show him off in every aspect. Even if you just kept it for yourself.

„I can hear you thinking,“ he mumbled sleepily before his eyes fluttered open. You couldn’t stop but smile as you looked at him all cute and sleepy.

„Don’t know what you mean,“ you mumbled and he grinned.

„Does it have to do with your friends calling me Catfish when I picked you up?“ He said and your eyes widened, having completely forgotten about that.

Hiding your face against his chest you felt him chuckle, arms coming around you.

„Hey I know what you do on those girls nights. You get drunk and talk about the dick size of your boyfriends,“ he teased and you laughed.

„That is…. Not completely untrue,“ you mumbled against his chest before you looked up at him again, finding him tiredly grinning down at you.

„So what had you thinking so hard just now?“ He asked, one of his hands coming to brush over your cheek.

„Just something my friend said,“ you said and he raised one eyebrow.

„I told them about that time you made me cum four times on your tongue,“ you said, a little shy and he smirked, clearly still proud of himself.

„What about it?“ He asked.

„Just… that you’re so good at it that, that I wish I could take a video to show around,“ you said in one breath and now both of his eyebrows raised.

„That something you wanna do? Show everyone just how good your man can make you cum?“ He hummed and you shivered at the tone of his voice.

„Maybe…“ you said sucking your bottom lip in.

„Well then come on,“ he grinned and you eyes widened just before he pulled himself up and turned you so you were laying on your back with him on top of you. He kissed you, humming against your lips.

„What?“ You laughed.

„If you wanna show me off so badly, who am I to stand in the way of that?“ He grinned, kissing your nose.

„It’s a compliment really. You thinking I am so good at eating your pussy you want everyone to know,“ he kissed you, „to see,“ he kissed you again and you sighed.

„You would really be okay with me showing you around like that?“ You asked, still surprised. He shrugged.

„It’s your pussy. You can show it to whoever you want,“ he said before he frowned and you suppressed a laugh.

„Okay maybe not whoever you want. Not that I want to dictate who you show your pussy to, it is a pretty pussy after all but…“ he rambled and you giggled, holding one finger against his mouth to stop him.

„Frankie?“ You stopped him and he looked at you with wide eyes.

„How about we decide later if and who I show my pussy to?“ You asked and he nodded.

„Good idea,“ he huffed a laugh before he kissed you again.

„Get your phone out,“ he mumbled against your lips and you shivered, but you blindly reached for your phone, finding it on the bedside table.

He kissed down your body before he pushed your shirt up, his eyes lighting up once he saw your tits, leaning down to let the scruffy hair of his beard scratch over them, making you hum. He grinned up at you as he kissed the soft skin, nibbling on your nipple before he sucked one of them into his mouth.

Meanwhile you shakily opened the camera app on your phone, pressing record. He grinned, nipple still in your mouth as he wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

„Feels good baby,“ you smiled, the hand that wasn’t holding your phone coming down to brush your fingers through his soft hair.

„Yeah?“ He mumbled, lips still against your skin as he slowly kissed a line down your stomach. He sat himself up, pushing the covers away, your phone recording his full body as he stretched, arms over his head.

He was so fucking pretty.

„Want this?“ He asked, wrapping his hand around his cock, pumping it slowly as he looked at you.

You nodded, lip between your teeth.

„Gonna need you to say it baby. The audience can’t see you giving me your fuck me eyes,“ he teased and you chuckled, before throwing a pillow at him.

You put one of your feet up to his chest and he grabbed it, kissing your ankle.

„Get between my thighs and eat my pussy, Francisco,“ you hummed with a smirk and he huffed, shaking his head with a grin.

„As you wish,“ he winked before he lowered himself down on the mattress, his big hands pushing your thighs apart, his tongue swiping through your folds as soon as his mouth was close to you.

His arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling your whole body towards him as he got settled between your legs, his eyes on your pussy, the camera capturing the hungry look in his eyes before he looked up at you.

The look he was giving you was downright sinful, before his lips slipped into only the hint of a smirk as he leaned down and began to eat your pussy.

He started slowly, his tongue teasing you, his fingers opening you up for him.

Frankie hummed when his tongue slipped inside of you, his nose right on your clit.

„Always taste so fucking good, baby,“ the groaned and you gasped as his tongue began to play with your clit. It took all your willpower to keep your phone in your hand to capture it all, even zooming into the way his tongue was working on you.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, eyes on you while he swiped his tongue over it and you moaned, your hand coming down on top of his head, pulling at his hair as he worked on making you cum.

And you were so close.

„Baby….“ You gasped, your hips moving up to get even closer and he hummed against you, your legs shaking in his hold.

He focused all of his attention on your clit and you could feel the first waves of your orgasm.

„Cum for me baby,“ he mumbled against your folds, before he sucked harshly on your clit and you exploded. Moaning his name as you came, somehow still managing to film him, missing the way his eyes were looking directly into your camera as he worked you through your orgasm.

You would only find out about that later when you watched it.

„Fuck,“ you gasped, not even fighting him when you felt him take the phone from you, his mouth parting from you.

„Look at how she’s drooling for me,“ he said and you looked at him as he brought your phone down between your legs, his fingers exposing your folds to the lens.

„She’s so fucking warm and tight,“ he said, and you looked at him, lips still parted as your breathed heavily.

„Can just slip two of my fingers inside,“ he said while slowly pushing two of his fingers inside of you, making you moan a low oh fuck as he did so.

He pulled his fingers out, filming the way his fingers were covered in your cum, a thin line of it connecting his parted fingers.

„So fucking good,“ he hummed, before he sucked his fingers into his mouth, all captured by your phone.

„Oh my god Frankie,“ you said with a disbelieving laugh and he just winked at you before he threw the phone onto the bed and got on top of you.

„Need to fuck you,“ he said as he kissed you and you wrapped your legs around him.

„Please,“ you mumbled against his lips, gasping when his cock pushed inside of you.

It was on your birthday some months later that you sat around the fire pit in Frankie’s garden with your friends. You had moved into his house only weeks before and your friends were visiting you there for the first time.

„You really made a video?“ Emily asked and you sucked you bottom lip in, nodding slowly.

„Several actually,“ you confessed and they hollered, making you laugh as you caught Frankie’s eyes where he was standing at the grill.

„He even told me I could show you,“ you confessed and they all looked at you with wide eyes.

„But… I am not drunk enough to show them to you,“ you said, chuckling when Katy reached for the bottle of Prosecco on the table, filling your glass.

„We can work on that,“ she said, making you all giggle.

„Who knows? Maybe we have the next big porn star sitting with us here,“ Emily teased and you smiled to yourself, deciding to not tell them about how Frankie and you had discussed maybe looking into setting up an onlyfans account after you had watched all the videos you made.

„Yeah,“ you said as you watched Frankie walk towards you.

„Who knows.“

#my fic #Frankie morales #francisco morales #frankie morales x fem. reader #francisco morales x fem. reader #pedro pascal #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #pedro pascal characters

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danastallure · 2 months ago

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˚🥂⋆｡˚ ⋆ Warnings; 16+ WfW, sub!reader, dom!sevika, thigh riding, sexual frustration, hair gripping, body gripping, sexual talk, use of pathetic towards reader!

˚🫧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Announcements; Omg you guys went insane on my last post thank you so much!! Also i’m going to try to post at least twice a day my next post will probably be about caitlyn! but send me some recommendations for imagines for you guys! Also this is not proofread and my first language is. or english stick with me please😭

There you lay in your bed rubbing your thighs together pathetically, trying to create some friction to relieve the ache in your cunt but truthfully it’s no use. You just can’t seem to make yourself feel as good as Sevika does, he thick fingers are the only thing that can actually fill you up and give your that mind shattering orgasm, you’ve tried yourself time and time again but it was just no use. You needed her.

You hear the front door open and you walk downstairs with a solemn expression on your face “hey honey…oh what’s wrong?” Sevika ask confused, to her you seemed fine before she left to go do things for Silco but little did she know you were sexually frustrated and have been for days. But of course her being silcos right hand women she had stuff to do, all the time. Leaving her poor baby all pent up and frustrated (how sad) but of course you weren’t gonna say anything because you didn’t wanna bother her with your little issue when she had bigger ones to handle.

“oh nothin..” you say sighing softly with a small smile trying to ease her worries, but Sevika doesn’t let it down she knows something’s up because normally you’d come running into her arms while she’s barely in the door giving her a big kiss. “Yeah right, something’s up now sit down and tell me.” Sevika says sternly as she guides you to the couch pushing you down, “spill it.” she says looking down at you with her arms crossed. You look down at your lap embarrassed, wondering if you should really tell her or not “ ‘s really nothin…” you mumble as your cheeks heat up.

But before you can get anything else out Sevika is grasping your chin making you look up at her “i’m not gonna tell you again.” Sevika says sternly, you can see the irritation in her eyes growing with each second passing as you keep holding back what to tell her, so finally you just decided to blurt it out. “i’m just frustrated okay you’ve been so busy and have made no time for me and now that stupid ache won’t go away and only you can fix it!” you squeak out, Sevika hearing this makes her smirk as she hears you blurt out you just need a little love in…certain areas.

“hmm i see…you just want some attention huh?” sevika mumbles raising a eyebrow, sitting next to you on the couch patting her thigh, you redden as you perch yourself on her right thigh. You feel that wet spot in your underwear get ten times worse as soon as your thigh meets her leg, you whimper as you feel her thick, muscular thigh flex, Sevika smirks “oh you poor thing just so worked up…” Sevika mumbles as she traces her fingers across your collarbone. “go ahead, rub yourself on my thigh.” sevikas mumbles as she sit back putting her hands on the sides of her lap, you look at her with needy eyes and “but!” you whine just wishing she would do it herself cause you just can’t get yourself their like Sevika can. “you want it so bad do it.” Sevika says sternly. You look at her as you place you hands on her thigh grinding your hips down, you let out a pathetic whine and Sevika chuckles “look at you” she coos as she grasps your hips in her hands pushing you down harder and moving your hips for you, “ngh f-fuck sevika..” you moan softly as you feel your stomach tighten. “already so close…” Sevika whispers in your ear, kissing down your neck making you move your hips faster seeking out your high, your juices leak down her thigh as she watches you with a smirk. “mm gonna cum” you mumble as your head falls forward against her chest.

Sevika laughs “go ahead baby cum for me” she helps you move your hips a little faster, bringing you to the edge. Your orgasm hitting you like a train, you moan loudly as your juices leak all over her thigh creating a big wet spot “mm look at that..” sevika chuckles as she pets your head that’s laying on her chest “feelin better?” sevika asks softly, putting a finger under your chin and lifting your head. You nod as you catch your breath, Sevika stands up with you still in her arms carrying you towards the bedroom. She lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you, you look at her confused “you didn’t think we were done right?” Sevika says laughing as she kisses down your neck “oh baby we’re just getting started” she mumbles huskily. Oh you’re in for a long night…

#lesbian #sapphic #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #sevika x reader #sevika #arcane fandom #arcane fanfic #violet arcane #arcane #imagine #fanfic #writers on tumblr #jinx arcane #smut

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lqvesoph · 4 months ago

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So american || LN4

📍Los Angeles, USA

liked by: taylorswift, gracieabrams, landonorris and 3,628,290 others

yn: opening night!!! thank you so much los angeles, it was a pleasure and everything I’ve ever dreamt of, to play for you

comments:

user1: the outfits, the setlist, the energy!!!

user2: MOTHER IS MOTHERING

user3: Best tour ever already

gracieabrams: QUEEN

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taylorswift: Loved every second of it!!

liked by yn

user4: i love youuuu

user5: This tour is gonna go down in history

user6: Why is Lando Norris in her likes???

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📍London, UK

liked by: gracieabrams, alexandrasaintmleux, landonorris and 4,262,926 others

yn: London, you’ve been a pleasure🇬🇧

comments:

user1: She’s so cute

user2: She looks so happy omgg

user3: No one gonna talk about that car picture???

user4: LIKE RIGHT???

user4: Y/n casually throwing in a soft launch???

user5: Whoever he is, he better treat her right

user6: First Lando, now Alex in her likes as well??

user2: Chill, she’s like the biggest artist atm, this doesn’t mean anything

user7: Girly is really enjoying the english weather helpppp

yn: Only cause I got great company, Cali Sun all the way

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liked by: maxfewtrell, mclaren, f1 and 3.262.528 others

landonorris: Thank you Zandvoort🧡

comments:

mclaren: WHAT A DRIVE

maxfewtrell: Congrats mate!

oscarpiastri: Well done

oscarpiastri: Your drive was good as well

user4: Oscar????

user1: DID YALL SEE THAT?

user3: UHM YES????

user2: Jumpscare (in a good way) on the last picture…

user3: Is this the beginning of a soft launch??

user4: Who’s the girl???

user5: Was there anyone in the paddock with him??

user6: Not as far as we know

user7: Who even cares?? Lets just focus on his amazing performance instead

user8: Exactly what I’ve been saying…

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📍Amsterdam, Netherlands

liked by: landonorris, gracieabrams, taylorswift and 4.347.239 others

yn: Few pretty amazing days in the Netherlands

alexandrasaintmleux: The prettiest💞

yn: ily

gracieabrams: Missy, pick up ur phone. Now.

yn: 🤭🤭🤭

sabrinacarpenter: Quick vacation to the Netherlands, huh

user1: Wait that picture is so cute??

user4: right????

user2: She looks so incredibly good, wow

user3: Quick question, where you by any chance in Zandvoort as well?👀

user5: What the hell are you talking about?

user4: Shhh, we’re tryna figure something out

user6: I’m straight but-

user7: That guy look SO good

user8: Its just his back…

user7: My point still stands

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📍Monte Carlo, Monaco

liked by: gracieabrams, landonorris, charles_leclerc and 4,926,325 others

yn: We are going to Monte Carlo!!

comments:

user1: Her dress omgg!!

user2: Oh to be a hot famous singer, dating a hot famous athlete

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user3: HER LIKING THAT COMMENT???

user4: Okay, say whatever you want but that’s definitely Lando…

user2: I-

user2: You’re right, there’s no denying…

user4: The jolly and golf…

charles_leclerc: I see you’ve seen the right cars🏎️

yn: Red all the way

user5: CHARLES COMMENT???

user6: HER REPLY???

danielricciardo: landonorris, call me asap!!

user8: This is like confirmation, right?

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liked by: mclaren, oscarpiastri, keeganpalmer and 2.427.719 others

landonorris: Between Monaco, England and Belgium

comments:

keeganpalmer: Nice game and even better company

landonorris: Savannah, slow down

user: LANDO PLSSS

user: Him taking a picture of her behind the stage???

user: Like premium bf

user: Pls yall are delusional, we don’t even have a confirmation

user: Swipe twice and you have your confirmation, bc that’s literally Yn in the 3rd picture…

user: Okay so this might be a reach, but didn’t Yn have a show in Belgium??

user: Yeah she played two nights in Bruessel

user: That’s the same gold course that Yn posted, just sayin👀

user: Is she wearing Quadrant merch???

user: Yess! I think it was at their most recent shoot

user: So what I’m hearing is there might be pictures of her in Quad merch??

user: I love how we all just collectively decided that it’s Yn😭

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📍New York City, New York

liked by: yn, carlossainz55, mclaren and 4,726,327 others

landonorris: So american

comments:

yn: 🤭🤭🤭

carlossainz55: You’re unbelievable

landonorris: I’ll take that as a compliment

oscarpiastri: Don’t go full american on me now…

danielricciardo: YEHAWWWW

landonorris: Wrong state mate…

user1: Proper tourist

user3: The i love ny shirt 😭

user2: UHM

user: The way he’s leaning over the barrier, Lando calm down

user3: PICTURE 5???

user4: So, that’s definitely Yn…

user: So do yall think this is confirmation enough orrrr?

user5: There’s no way he actually pulled her right??

user2: Boy, I think he actually might have…

user6: We got a yn like AND comment??

user4: I’m overwhelmed

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📍New York City

liked by: landonorris, taylorswift, alexandrasaintmleux and 5,427,920 others

yn: Welcome to New York🩵

comments:

taylorswift: My favorite girl💞

yn: ilyyy sm

gracieabrams: That dress ohhhh

user1: This is the dream

user2: He looks heavenly in that 4th picture

liked by yn

user: She is drop dead gorgeous

liked by landonorris

user: HELLO?? Did yall see that???

user: I for sure did…

user: THEY HAVE MATCHING I❤️NY SHIRTS!!!

user: OMG YOURE RIGHT

user6: Wait so it actually was her in that Zandvoort photo dump??

user4: I think so

user6: That means she witnessed him win a race as well!!

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tagged: landonorris

liked by: landonorris, gracieabrams, taylorswift and 6.357.952 others

yn: surprise!!! my new single "so american" is out at midnight

comments:

landonorris: YESSS BABY

landonorris: LA LA LA LA LOVE

user1: If he’s not like Lando Norris I don’t want him

user2: Lando being her personal hype man in the comments

user3: As he should tbh, he bagged a queen

user4: Wasn’t that Lando’s caption on his New York post??

user5: omg I think you’re right

user5: “He laughs at all my jokes” yn exposing lando for being down bad

oscarpiastri: Trust me that feeling is mutal…

user2: He says, as if he isn’t doubling over any time Lando opens his mouth

user3: HAHAHAHAHAHA

user6: WAIT WHEN WAS SHE IN THE PADDOCK???

user7: WHAT?

user6: The 4th picture, Lando wearing team kit and the Ferrari garage in the background

user7: OMG

user5: I think she was in Zandvoort… She was in the Netherlands for the same weekend that the Grand Prix was

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tagged: yn

liked by: yn, mclaren, oscarpiastri and 4.753.356 others

landonorris: My girl just released a new song (p.s. its about me)

comments:

yn: Omg, thanks for the shoutout!!

landonorris: Any time, an underground artist needs all the help she can get

user2: HAHAHAHAHAHA

user3: please I love them

user1: HARD LAUNCH

user2: He was with her in London???

user3: He probably took her sightseeing

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user4: “Its hard to sleep when he’s with me” excuse me sir?

carlossainz55: There are things I didn’t need to know…

landonorris: What can I say man

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just-jordie-things · 1 year ago

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crushing - takuma ino

word count: 3k warnings: i think none summary: ino's not great at making moves and you're not great at picking up on them. either way, you're undeniably crushing on each other. a/n: this is my first ino fic! i don't usually post something immediately after finishing it but i really wanted feedback on this one before i wrote bigger n better fics for him :3 ___

Takuma Ino was not a desperate man.

At least he hoped he didn’t come off that way whenever he crossed paths with (y/l/n) (y/n). He really hoped he didn’t. Because every day he spent at Jujutsu Tech, he went out of his way to ‘accidentally’ bump into her as many times as possible.

His personal best was twenty-five. That day he’d stayed well past sunset to finish the paperwork he’d neglected, but he still stands by his choices.

Nanami claimed that if he had a crush on the young manager, then he should just ask her out already, but Ino didn’t think it was that easy. Not because he was nervous- of course not! He just wanted to be certain that she would agree to go out with him before making a move. That wasn’t a ridiculous notion, was it?

It wasn’t ridiculous. It just meant things moved… slowly.

“Ino, hey,”

(y/n’s) drawn out of her conversation with Maki when she sees the Grade Two Sorcerer approaching in the hall. There’s a soft smile of familiarity on her face, unlike the student beside her who rolled her eyes and slumped against the wall, knowing that it would take twice as long to have her paperwork looked over. This wasn’t the first time Maki had witnessed the perfect distraction that was Takuma Ino. It was already the fourth time this week, and just like every other time, (y/n) fell for it right away.

Just as he approaches the both of them, a look of confusion flashes across (y/n’s) face, and she tucks the forgotten paperwork against her chest as she tilts her head at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to Yokohama? I thought you were assigned to that Grade One curse with the whole…” She pauses as she makes an indefinite shape with her hands, “Explosive thing?”

“I’m about to head out for it now, but, you know,” He shrugs his shoulders, a smile forming on his face the longer he looks at her.

The first time he’d laid eyes on her he’d done a cartoonish double take, which unfortunately Nanami bore witness to. She’d been walking and chatting animatedly with Ijichi- who seemed less passionate about the conversation but was an attentive listener nonetheless- and every time he’d seen her since, Ino felt the same lurch in his heart that was the desire to linger near her just a little longer.

Before he could finish his thought, Maki was speaking up first.

“You just wanted to show up late?” She asked dryly, her expression anything but amused by the sight of young love.

“I’m not late,” He chuckles nervously, shaking his head. “I just wanted to stop by my good luck charm before I left” He claims with a little more confidence before he grins at (y/n).

She laughs at the comment, and Maki can’t help but roll her eyes just a little bit. Typical. Surely she’d swoon over the flirty comment and then drop it completely, just like she always did.

“Yeah yeah,” She mused, just like Maki expected. “Go, don’t get yourself in trouble again. I don’t think Nanami will keep vouching for you”

“Sure he will,” Ino waves a dismissive hand, but judging from the way he’s already turning away and breaking into a jog, (y/n) and Maki can see through the nonchalant act. “But it’ll be quick! I’ll have the shortest report ever for you!” He hollers from down the hall.

(y/n’s) still chuckling once he’s out of sight. Maki huffs in aggravation.

“I can’t believe you lead that guy on. You’re gonna have to let him down easy if you don’t want him to have a stroke”

“What?” (y/n) shakes her head at the student’s accusation. “I don’t lead him on, we just get along”

“You lead him on” Maki deadpans. (y/n) holds her paperwork a little tighter against herself, and the defensive action doesn’t go unnoticed.

“This isn’t appropriate, I won’t allow for this to be a silly rumor of some s-”

“Gojo Sensei says that he’ll never make a move unless you do it first” Maki shrugs.

All professionalism flies out the window in an instant as (y/n’s) face goes blank, her eyes blinking wide as she stares back at the student in utter disbelief.

“He did?” She mumbles.

Maki nods in confirmation.

(y/n) glances around herself to ensure their conversation would be a private one, before shuffling forward and lowering her voice.

“Well… what else did he say?” ___

To say that (y/n) had a bit of a crush on the Auspicious Beast Summoner would be an understatement. From the day he’d fallen in front of her- literally, he fell down half a flight of stairs and she’d rushed to make sure he was alright- there was something exciting about him. He was so kind, and funny, and he so obviously went out of his way to talk to her that she slowly found her heart fluttering more and more whenever he was around.

All this time she’d thought he was just friendly, and was eager to have a companion at Jujutsu Tech that was his age. Why else would he spend so much time around a manager when there are much cooler, much stronger people around? It was no secret what he thought of Nanami, and while (y/n) was proud of her work, she simply couldn’t compete with the skill of a sorcerer.

Usually she wasn’t one to listen to rumors, especially from a source like Gojo Satoru. He may have been a friend-of-sorts to her, but that didn’t mean (y/n) trusted him for a second. Gojo was a good guy, but he was the kind of guy to stir the pot when he was bored, and playing matchmaker was just a game to him. So despite everything Maki had told her, she didn’t necessarily believe it. She was just curious, that’s all.

And the only reason she was headed off to Ino’s office after being notified he’d returned from his mission was just to address the rumors, that’s all. She was doing him a favor by letting him know what the other sorcerers were gossiping about. There couldn’t possibly be an ulterior motive laced in there as well.

His door is open when she reaches the small workspace, but he doesn’t seem to notice when she appears there, leaning into the door frame while she takes in the crude office.

Calling it an office didn’t even feel correct. There was a desk and a computer, and a semi-comfortable looking rolling chair that Ino was sitting in. He hadn’t realized there was a visitor at the door seeing as he had his head hanging over the back of it, his mask pulled down and his hands pressed into his face. (y/n) had to bite back the chuckle that threatened to come out of her, assuming there was more to report in his paperwork than he’d assumed and was now overwhelmed by it.

With a soft tap of her knuckles on the doorframe, (y/n) makes her presence known.

“Need some help?”

Ino jolts up so suddenly his chair is sent backwards, rolling away from the desk and tipping out of balance too, but he’s quick to steady himself, staring at her sudden figure at his door with wide eyes. It’s the only part of his expression she can make out, seeing as he’s still got his mask pulled over his face.

“(y/n)!” He greets her louder than he intended, but he had yet to shake off his surprise in seeing her. A fond smile tilts the corners of her mouth, unable to be helped as she watches him awkwardly scramble in his seat. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to consider leaving if you were crying under there” She teases, finally stepping foot into the room. Her eyes wander the bare gray walls, a slight frown taking over at how empty the whole space feels.

“No, I’m not-” Before he continues, Ino’s quick to yank his mask off his face, pulling it off his head completely and dropping it on his desk. “What brings you here?” He changes the subject completely, his eyes never leaving her figure as she wanders around the room as if looking for something.

He realizes then that she’s never seen his office- not that there was much to see, as she was coming to find- but nonetheless it’s odd that she’s the one approaching him for once. It was always Ino searching around the halls of Jujutsu Tech for her, not the other way around.

“So empty,” (y/n) comments quietly, and he’s not sure if she was talking to herself or him. “You don’t like to decorate?” She asks, this time turning to him.

“I’m not in here very much,” He admits, a sheepish smile on his face. “I take most of my paperwork home. If I’m here I’m not usually in the office”

“Yeah,” (y/n) smiles softly, ducking her head to hide the way her face warms up. “That’s cause you’re usually trying to bother me”

She doesn’t see it, but Ino’s face lights up. He bears a wide grin and his eyes gleam with excitement. She was acting quite out of character today. Usually he was the one teasing her. This was a real treat.

“Bother?” He repeats, standing up from his chair and rounding his desk to lean against it, completely ignoring the half-written report on his computer that he hadn’t hit save on in a while. “I don’t seem to remember ever bothering you”

She rolls her eyes, finally looking up at him, and Ino thinks he could combust from excitement. She’s blushing, which he’s not sure he’s ever seen before, and he can tell she’s fighting back a bigger smile behind the small one she shows him.

“Well what would you call it then?” She asks, still struggling to bite back a grin that mirrors his. So much joy poured out of him it was difficult to fight the way it took her by the soul and forced her to feel nothing but warmth and butterflies.

“Obviously I was romancing you,” Ino replies without missing a beat, surprising even himself with the blunt truth. Besides the way her eyes round into saucers, (y/n) doesn’t really react to the statement. “Not my fault you’re a hard person to flirt with sometimes” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, and then tucks his hands into his pockets.

(y/n) blinks a few times, staring him down like she was suddenly an expert in body language.

“I am?” She asks, a small laugh escaping her at the suggestion. “Because maybe I didn’t know you were flirting” She says with a shrug of her own.

Ino gapes back at her, unable to keep up with the chill facade when she says something so ridiculous.

“What do you mean you didn’t know?” He asks, and she laughs again, finally losing the battle to the grin on her face. “Was I not obvious enough? You know that even Gojo was trying to get me to-”

“Yeah, I know,” (y/n) says quietly, but it’s effective in getting him to shut up. “One of his students might’ve told me some rumors they heard from him” She explains.

“What!?” Embarrassment floods his features. “Who? I want names-”

“Can’t, teacher-student confidentiality and all” She teases.

She’s learning it was quite fun to not be on the receiving end of the playful banter. In the past it was always Ino with the perfect quip or joke to have her flustered for the rest of the day, even if she wouldn’t show it. Knowing he was actually incredibly easy to mess with felt like knowing his weakness.

“You’re not a teacher” He deadpans. She laughs again.

“Well, I actually came to let you know that certain sorcerers here were spreading rumors to slander your good name,” She tells him matter of factly. “But it appears those rumors are actually true, so they’re not really rumors, huh?”

Ino rolls his eyes, but it’s in no way directed at her. He makes a mental note to bring this up to Nanami to add to the very long list of grievances caused by Gojo Satoru.

(y/n) steps close to him, linking her fingers together behind her back as she finds the courage to hold eye contact with him.

“Why didn’t you just ask me out?” She asks.

He hates that she tilts her head to the side just so. She did it on occasion when she was confused about something, and Ino’s sure that she’s not even aware that she had that tendency, but every time she did it he was so overwhelmed by the urge to kiss her that most of the time he had to completely walk away from her.

But they’re in his office, having a conversation he really didn’t want to walk away from. If he ran now, there would be no coming back from it, and his intrigue in how she felt about him outweighed the aggravation she caused him when she looked that pretty.

He’s staring at her without saying anything, and he knows it’s been a few seconds too long to be comfortable, but it’s hard to care. She’s close enough to him that he can smell her perfume and see how every strand of hair falls over left shoulder and he can’t help but take in every pretty sight of her.

He once swore he wasn’t a desperate man, hence his patience in waiting while he tried to figure out how she felt before he made a move, but standing here now, what’s one promise in the grand scheme of life?

So he leans forward off his desk a bit, desperation getting the best of him.

“Would you have agreed?”

She raises her chin, the apples of her cheeks getting rosy in color despite her trying to play it cool.

“I asked you first”

“I asked you second”

That had her bursting out in laughter, hands falling to her hips.

“Oh, real mature!” She says through a fit of bubbly giggles.

It’s cute. It was so cute in fact, Ino just couldn’t take it anymore. The fun banter he’d tried to establish had now warped into his own personal hell.

And hell didn’t even have any boring office decorations, no succulents, no photo frames, not even a calendar.

“Just answer the question,” He says, and it comes out as more of a plea than he means for it to, but he doesn’t bother trying to compensate for it, or taking it back. “Would you have agreed to go out with me?”

He has a hopeful look in his eye that only seems to gleam more with every second that passes without her response. (y/n) softens, the warmth in her chest spreading throughout her entire body and making her melt like putty. It was almost pathetic, how quickly this little crush she’d harbored for the sorcerer had grown into something more genuine than she’s ever felt for anyone before.

“Yeah,” She answers simply, quietly, barely nodding her head along with her confirmation. “Yeah, I would have”

The smile he wears is so sweet and pure that she’s mirroring it in a heartbeat.

“Okay,” He thinks he’s going to pass out if he doesn’t hurry this up, so he rushes the next string of words out so fast (y/n’s) lucky she managed to understand him. “You wanna go out then? Tonight? For drinks? And then maybe dinner?”

She’s laughing as she nods, her hands nervously fiddling together.

“Okay,” She repeats, rocking back and forth on her feet just once. “But you should finish your report first. So, call me when you’re done?”

He wants to protest, but he knows she’s right. So as he hands her his phone to add herself as a contact, Ino mentally starts going through what he has to finish so he could get through it as quickly as possible.

She’s still grinning when she hands him his phone back, already eager for the day to be over.

“I’ll be quick, promise” He beams back at her as she makes her way out of his office.

“You pick where we go for drinks, and I’ll pick where we go for dinner,” She decides, lingering at the doorway for just a moment longer. “Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect” He’s back in his chair and clicking away at his keyboard as he writes nonsense into his report.

(y/n’s) gone with a little wave and a blush that only burns brighter the further away she gets. She just hopes she doesn’t run into anyone in the meantime.

Ino tries to work on his report after adding some meaningless fluff of things that didn’t really happen, and weren’t really necessary for the report. He really does try.

For five whole minutes.

But then he can’t help but open his phone to check on the contact (y/n) had just made for himself, and seeing the little orange heart emoji she’d added next to her name has him swooning way too hard- over an emoji, at least. But that’s what she reduced him to, mush.

(y/n’s) just reached the front steps of Jujutsu Tech when her phone starts blaring her ringtone in her pocket. She makes a face at the unknown number calling her, but it’s washed away as soon as she picks it up.

“Would you believe me if I said I finished already?” Ino’s speaking right away, without so much as a greeting.

She giggles into the receiver, because no, no she doesn’t.

“That’s quite impressive work” She praises.

“I think you’ll come to find I’m quite an impressive guy!” He responds, and then quickly follows it with, “Not in, like, a douchebag way though!”

She fights the urge to laugh any harder, not wanting to put him through any more embarrassment than he’s already suffered today. They still have an entire evening ahead of them, after all.

“Of course not,” She murmurs softly. “Meet me at the front steps, then? We can go into town together”

And when Ino’s there in under a minute, trying desperately not to show how out of breath he is, she doesn’t tease him for it. Not until later in the night after a few drinks in, anyways.

___

xoxo ~ jordie

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evanpeterswhoresblog · 1 year ago

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Innocence

Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), fingering, slight hand job, virgin reader, purity ring 😮‍💨, making out, underage smoking, mention of underage drinking, slight innocence/ corruption kink, lmk if i missed any!

summary: remus learns the ring you wear everyday is called a purity ring, and he develops a strange obsession with it… and wanting to take it off you…

word count: 4.6k

a/n: guys.. dw there’s gonna b a part two but like omgggggg this made me feel so many things i’m in love with this. lmk what you think :) also i’m not religious so if any of this is not accurate i’m sorry lol it’s for the plot

part two is posted!!! here

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Ever since he knew you, Remus noticed that one thing you always wore. It was plain, a simple gold band on your left ring finger, the marriage finger. Typically, such nonsense wouldn’t cross his mind twice, but you wore that ring damn ring every day. Since the first time he ever saw you, that ring was on your finger. He never saw you without it. So, his curiosity got the better of him.

Why would such a simple ring be so important that you never took it off? It couldn’t have been because you were married. No. You wore it even at the young age of eleven. Could it have been a family heirloom? That idea was plausible, however to him, it didn’t feel like the correct answer. And Remus Lupin always needed the correct answer.

So, he eventually decided to ask you.

During dinner one night, when you just so happened to be sitting next to him, his eyes caught sight of the ring and he eyed it suspiciously. You noticed this.

“Something wrong Rem?” You asked.

He looked up from the ring on your delicate finger to meet your confused eyes. “Why do you always wear that specific ring? And always on that finger? Is it special?”

“Oh.” You laughed for a few seconds. “Yeah, it’s stupid really, an old muggle tradition.” You composed yourself and looked up at him, a slight red tint to your cheeks. “It’s called a purity ring. Basically, I wear it as a reminder that I pledged to wait till marriage.”

Remus was confused, and he hated being confused. “Why would anyone wait till marriage?”

You shrugged. “Muggle religion is quite weird. They value keeping teenagers pure until they’re married. I think it’s stupid, but I still wear it.”

“So, you’ve done it but continue wearing it as a... symbol?” He questioned.

“Oh no, I haven’t done it. I might find it stupid, but I still plan to keep my promise. It’s sort of a nice accomplishment don’t you think? I’ve gone through two years of everyone shagging around me and I haven’t given in,” you answered.

He stared at you for a few seconds. You were still a virgin, and that ring was the reason. He thought for a moment. How could you be a virgin? He swore he had seen you go off with a bloke from Ravenclaw a few months ago during a party. But then as his eyes trailed over your small figure, he realized the idea wasn’t completely impossible. He’d never seen you with hickeys, he’d never seen you dress improperly, and he surely had never seen you enter the common room after a long night with someone. For some reason, it made a strange feeling bloom deep inside him.

“Surely you’ve at least done other stuff, right?”

You simply shook your head and took a bite from your sandwich. “Furthest I’ve ever gone is having some Ravenclaws tongue down my throat.”

Ah, so he was right about that.

“Besides, I don’t really even know much about any of that stuff. I mean I know biology, but that’s about it. And of course, what Marls and Mary tell me from their extravagant experiences,” you added after swallowing.

So that meant...

“You haven’t done anything?” He was surprised, it was clear in his tone.

“No need to sound so flabbergasted. Besides, why do you even care about what I’ve done? I always thought you were the modest type too,” you replied with an eye roll.

Remus looked away from you, and the urge to smirk took him over. He thought back to those countless nights over the summer breaks he’d spent with muggle girls. The feelings, the sounds, the tastes, all experiences he’d never forget. But by no means was Remus Lupin a player, oh no. He was nothing like his mate. However, he also wasn’t a saint like everyone painted him out to be.

“I may be modest but that doesn’t mean I’m a virgin,” he said after a moment, his eyes finally turned back to you. He liked the way you looked at him. “That went away a few summers ago.”

You smiled, though something about it was off, almost as if it were forced. “Well, cheers to that.”

“Cheers.” He nodded in agreement.

You turned back to the group conversation before he could say anything else.

~~~

Remus had thought after finding out what the ring's importance was, he would let it go and move on. Unfortunately, he had thought wrong. Ever since that conversation with you, he couldn’t get any of it off his mind. When he’d see you, he’d always look at your left hand, almost making sure that ring was still there. It always was. And for some reason it made him feel almost relieved. He needed more answers.

Thankfully, another opportunity came not too long after the first.

The two of you had been paired together in potions. Typically, he would be a bit upset with the fact given you were never the best in the subject. But for the first time, he was pleased with the pairing.

He watched as you cut up some of the ingredients, that stupid ring shining from the lights. Questions filled his head. Where had you gotten it? When did you get it? Who gave it to you? Did your parents know what it meant? What were you supposed to do with it when the time finally came? He needed to get the answers.

“So, when did you get it?” He casually asked his eyes on the cauldron.

“Get what?”

“The ring.”

You chuckled. “You’re still on about that? I suppose you aren’t too accustomed to muggle things. I got it right before I came here actually. My parents wanted to give me a reminder about life at home, and they wanted to make sure I knew where my ‘loyalties’ lay. Though, I was only a little girl. Did they expect anything to happen at that young?”

Three questions were answered. Good.

Remus dropped his chopped ingredients into the cauldron. “Does that mean you give it back to them when you finally do it?”

“Oh no. I give it to my husband of course,” you replied. “Do these look alright?”

He finally turned his head in your direction and looked over your cutting board then he met your eyes. “Perfect. You can put them in.”

“You don’t know how good that makes me feel to hear. Master of potions Remus Lupin says I’m perfect, I could faint,” you said as you scrapped your work into the cauldron, a hint of laughter in your voice.

He rolled his eyes. “I said your cutting was perfect, but if it makes you feel good, I suppose you are too.”

You looked up at him with a glint in your eyes that made an odd feeling form in his chest. You looked so damn innocent. How had he not noticed it before? You had always been one of the shyer members of Gryffindor, but he always brushed it off as nothing important. He never would’ve guessed just how innocent you were.

“How sweet of you.” You giggled.

“ ’Course, anytime love.”

He noticed the shift in your body at his words. How odd. You looked away from him for a few seconds, that familiar rose tint returning to your cheeks. Did you always do that? Did such simple words always make you blush and turn away? Or was it just him? He watched you bite down on your lip and fiddle with your ring.

You were teasing him.

It was then he decided he was going to get that ring from you.

And you were going to love it.

~~~

Getting you to that point was going to take some time, Remus knew that. But it didn’t stop him. He started simply. When the two of you were hanging out in the group, he made sure to at least say a few words to you alone. When eating meals, he made sure to get a spot next to you. Most importantly though, he started making sure to leave subtle hints. Lingering eye contact, small touches that weren’t necessary, comments that made your face turn red. He could tell all of it made you flustered, and he loved it.

During all of it, his obsession with your innocence only grew. He wanted to take it away. He wanted to taint you, to make you not so pure anymore. He didn’t understand the feeling, he never cared much for such stereotypical nonsense. But each time you looked at him with those curious, innocent eyes, it only made his patience strained.

The first breakthrough came during one of Sirius and James’s parties. The common room blared with music, and people laughed and danced. You were among them. Remus leaned against the wall next to the staircase to the boy's dorm, a cigarette between his lips as he watched you dance with Mary and Lily. Your smile was bright, your body moved to the rhythm almost perfectly. You wore a pretty little dress. But he couldn’t focus on any of that because that damn ring caught his attention.

It had become quite a distraction. He found himself staring at it far more than normal. During class and dinner, it consumed most of his thoughts. He needed to get it off your finger before it caused his grades to slip.

From across the room, your eyes suddenly found his. You gave him a questioning look; he only smirked back and released a cloud of smoke into the air. He watched you say something to the girls before you began to walk in his direction. Perfect.

“Why do you always stand on the sidelines?” You asked once you were close enough. “And if you’re going to stare at me all night you might as well just dance with me.”

He chuckled and took another drag from the cigarette. “I’m not the biggest fan of these parties and I definitely don’t dance.” He offered you the cigarette, and you shook your head and pointed to your ring. “Come on, that applies to cigs too?”

“And alcohol, pretty much whatever is considered sinful. Though, I have indulged in a drink or two. Mommy and Daddy don’t need to know about that,” you answered.

Merlin, he needed to do something with you. It was almost unbearable.

“You’re saying alcohol and cigs are sinful but intense snogging isn’t? Seems a bit hypocritical to me,” he eventually said.

You smiled and shrugged. “That’s muggle religion for you. It’s pretty much up to each person's interpretation and what they value. I value being sober more than refraining from a snog occasionally.”

“But a shag...”

“That’s universally seen as a big sin. Most of us would agree not to do it until marriage.”

He released another breath of smoke. “Most of you?”

“Well, not everyone agrees of course. Like I said, it’s technically up to everyone’s values. Murder is also considered a sin, you know. But even some people commit that,” you explained. He watched you blush. “I don’t think I should compare virginity to murder though.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a fair comparison,” he replied, his lips turned up into a smile.

You turned even more red. “Sorry. But you get what I’m saying, right?”

“Everything is optional is what you’re saying.” He let his eyes trail over your body, making sure you noticed. “So really, you could fuck someone before marriage.”

“I mean yeah, I could, but I don’t think I will,” you said. You began to fiddle with the ring again. “It’s sort of always been with me it would feel weird giving it to someone else.”

“Do you have to give it away for anything? Or just actual sex?” It was another question he’d been dying to know. He watched you think for a moment.

“I think just the full thing. I don’t know. I don’t even really know that much about it like I said when you first asked me. I mean, I know people use their hands and mouths but... sorry. I shouldn't be talking about such things.” You put your face in your hands, Remus couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry.”

He needed to do something. Now.

“Don’t be sorry love, it’s alright. You know you can trust me; I wouldn’t dare tell anyone about your sinful thoughts,” he spoke. He turned and dropped his cigarette into one of the many ashtrays in the common room. When he looked back at you, you were already looking at him. “But you know if you ever wanted to indulge in something like that, you can come to me.”

You were beyond flustered, and it showed. “Oh! That’s very um... generous of you, but I don’t think I’ll do any of that I mean... I don’t plan on it.”

He casually shrugged. “We all get a bit curious at some point in our lives.”

For a moment the two of you only stared at each other. He could tell exactly what you were thinking. You were curious. You wanted to try things. He observed you carefully. He could sense the conflict within you. Value versus desire. It was a tough battle, but you didn’t cave. At least, not yet.

“Perhaps, but I made a promise and I need to stick to it,” you said. You looked over your shoulder at your clearly intoxicated friends. “I should get back to Lily and Mary.”

“Right, it was nice talking,” he replied with a smile.

You nodded. “I’ll see you later.”

“Till then love.”

Even as you walked away and joined your friends once again, he could see the way his words affected you. You could deny the feelings all you wanted, but your body craved the unknown. It was only a matter of time till you caved, and Remus would wait.

He was never one to give up easily.

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You came to him faster than he expected. He understood why though, you were on edge about all of it. In the few days it took for you to go to him, he noticed how different you acted. You were more tense, you fiddled with your ring far more than normal. He imagined the inner conflict you faced was stressful, but he was glad about the turnout of it.

After dinner, as he was walking to the library for a study group, you found him. He was a bit surprised at your approach, but nevertheless, he welcomed it with joy.

“Hey Remus, could I talk to you for a second?” You asked.

You were a bit behind him, but he stopped instantly and turned to face you.

“Yeah, what’s going on?”

Your little bit of confidence quickly vanished. You avoided his gaze, focusing suddenly on your shoes. “Um, are you busy? It’s not really that important so if you have something else to do it can wait.”

He fought the urge to smirk. “I was just going to Lily’s little study group, but it can wait. Is something wrong?”

You shook your head and looked up at him, those big innocent eyes staring into his. “No uh... nothing's wrong. It’s just about... well... you know.”

“About what?”

“You know...”

“I don’t think I do love, you’re gonna have to use your words and tell me.”

He felt bad for teasing you, but it was too fun not to. The way your cute little eyes looked around the hallway to make sure no one else was around, the way you fidgeted, it was far too entertaining to stop. A moment passed before you finally spoke in a much softer tone than before.

“It’s about what we talked about at the party last weekend.”

“Oh?” He questioned. “What about it?”

He watched as you slid the ring up and down your finger. “You said um if I ever wanted to you know, indulge, that I could come to you.”

“Yes, I did say that.”

“So... um yeah,” you said. You looked almost uncomfortable. He knew he needed to be nicer.

“Are you asking if that offer is still there?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yes! I mean, um, is it?”

He glanced around to make sure nobody else was around before stepping closer to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, your mouth parted ever so slightly. He touched his fingers to your chin, lifting your head gently.

“How about you come find out?”

You didn’t fight it. He was glad.

Not too long after that, Remus found himself in a position he’d desperately wanted for almost a month. You were laid out on his bed, open like a flower, and he was on top of you. Your robe, shirt, and tie were thrown to the floor. He kissed you hard, the reward of your gasps kept him going. He let one of his hands travel up your soft thigh, you were so warm, so inviting. It took all his self-control to keep him from moving too fast.

Before it began, you told him you had only ever snogged. That meant no boy had ever touched you. Not with a hand, not with his tongue, nothing. No one had ever even felt up your breasts. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t pleased with the information. He wanted you to be his, he wanted to be as many of your firsts as he could be.

“Can I touch you?” He eventually whispered on your skin; his lips were by your ear.

“Yes, please,” you replied, your breath ragged.

He continued to press soft kisses to your neck as his hand moved between your thighs. You were wet, very wet. He could feel it through your panties. It made him even harder than he already was. He slid his hand under your panties and began to rub soft circles on your clit, you gasped and lifted your hips in response.

You were perfect.

With every flick of his fingers, you let out little whimpers and moans, and one of your hands gripped his shoulder hard. He caught a few glances of your face between kisses. Your cheeks were red, your eyes squeezed shut. You were beyond beautiful.

After a few minutes, he moved his fingers down to your entrance. He made sure to collect your wetness and ask if it was alright before he began to slowly push one of his fingers inside you.

“Remus,” you mumbled as he started thrusting his finger in and out of you at a slow pace. “Fuck.”

“Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

You lightly shook your head. “It feels so good, do not stop.”

“Do you want another one?”

“Yes.”

He complied instantly and added a second finger. You responded just the way he wanted. In only a few more minutes he was fucking you with his fingers, touching that spot inside that made your thighs clench around him. He kissed you hard, he loved how you struggled to kiss him back. When he also began to press his thumb to your clit, you became a mess.

“Fuck Rem, I-” You paused, your nails dug into his shoulder.

“You’re close.” It was a statement; he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. He knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“I am,” you practically whimpered.

“Let go, love, it’s alright.”

Only seconds later you did. You came hard. Your back arched off the mattress, your mouth hung open wide, and your thighs tightened around his hips. Remus had never felt anything as good as the feeling of your walls pulsating around his fingers as you came undone beneath him. He made sure to keep going till you were fully done. At that point, he pulled his hand out of your panties and up to his lips. He knew you were going to taste good.

You sat up, breathless. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I just- you just- we just... I’m going to hell.”

“Relax, it’ll be fine. People do this all the time and nothing bad happens, I promise it’s just a normal thing,” he said. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he thought you looked so beautiful. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried about being judged or anything, I’m worried because I don’t feel guilty. I should feel guilty for it but I just... don’t. In fact, I think I...” You looked down at your hand, specifically the ring. “I think I want more.”

Remus couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his lips. “More?”

“Yeah, I mean it’s only right that I return the favor.” He watched your eyes move to his pants; your cheeks turned red. “You’ll have to show me how though.”

“Alright, only if, you’re sure. Don’t feel like you have to because I did something for you,” he replied though he really did want you to touch him. But he could wait if he had to.

“I want to.”

He didn’t question you further. Instead, he guided you through the process of getting him off with your hand. You were a fast learner, though the act itself wasn’t that hard to get the hang of. He found it funny the way you gasped at the size of him. Merlin, you were so innocent. Either way, you made him feel extraordinary. Your hand was much softer than his, and warmer too. You touched him gently, almost teasingly. But that changed fast.

“Can I try something else?” You asked, your hand stopped.

He almost groaned from the lack of motion. “What?”

“Um, can I try using my um...” You pointed to your lips.

“Your mouth?”

“Yeah.”

How could he ever refuse?

It was sloppy, it was rushed, but it was everything he could’ve wanted. As he laid back on the pillows, one of his hands moved through your soft hair. He didn’t dare push you. No. He only stroked your hair gently and whispered praises. He knew you liked it from the way you hummed on his cock each time he told you how good you were doing or how good you made him feel. And when you looked up at him with those eyes, those damn innocent eyes, he could barely contain himself.

He was shocked you even did it to begin with, but he was even more shocked when you let him finish in your mouth. You had him halfway down your throat when he came, and you didn’t pull away for a second. You swallowed it all. Somehow, he became even more attracted to you than he had been before.

“Was it good?” You questioned after you pulled back. You were kneeling beside his legs, a nervous expression on your face.

He smiled. “You were amazing. Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”

“Never even saw one in real life before this,” you replied with a laugh.

“That’s hard to believe,” he said. He sat up and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “Do you want to try one more thing?”

“Depends on what thing.”

“I’ll do what you just did to me but on you,” he answered, loving the way your eyes widened at his words. Despite everything that happened already, you were still so innocent. He adored it.

“Oh yeah okay,” you spoke after a moment.

He kissed you again. “Lay down.”

You did as he said and soon it began.

He started by kissing your lips while his hands pulled your skirt and panties off, leaving you only in a bra. Once those were off, he kissed down your neck, and your chest, only pausing for a second to unclip your bra and take one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned, he stayed there for a few extra seconds. He then moved his mouth further down your body, relishing the sounds you made each time his lips made contact with your skin.

When he started to kiss up one of your thighs, you twitched. You were so sensitive, so untouched. He was obsessed with it. Every few kisses he sucked your skin to leave dark purple hickeys. He had made sure not to leave any on your skin that would be visible to the world so that no one would see the evidence of your sinful acts. But the skin that would be covered by clothing, that was his to mark.

A few minutes of this went by, and it was all on purpose. Remus could tell how eager you were for him to get on with it, but you were far too shy to tell him to do so. So, he didn’t dare touch you where you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted to hear you ask. But you said nothing, so he decided you needed a little push. He gave you one single lick then returned to your black and blue thighs.

“Remus,” you whispered. “Please.”

He looked up at you and almost felt bad. Your desperate eyes were already looking at him, he could tell how much you needed it. He didn’t wait any longer and gave you what you needed; you certainly earned it.

In all his experience with sex and everything surrounding it, Remus enjoyed pleasing his partner as anyone did. He didn’t mind going down on women, in fact, he sort of enjoyed it. At least until you. With you, he quickly realized having his head between your thighs and his tongue on your clit was not just alright, it was heavenly. He never enjoyed the taste of a girl like he enjoyed yours. You were sweet and the sounds you made as he played with you were their own type of reward.

So, it was no surprise how quickly you came undone on his tongue. He devoured you like he had been starving his whole life. Truthfully, he felt as if he had. You were spectacular. You were perfection. You were his. He was crazy about you.

After you finished, he wiped his mouth on one of your thighs before moving to lie on the bed next to you. He laid on his side facing you, his eyes examining your face. Your eyes were closed, and your cheeks were pink. Your hair was messy, and your lips were ever so slightly lifted into a smile. He swore he never saw anyone as beautiful in his life.

“I feel stupid,” you mumbled.

“Why?”

You opened your eyes and looked at him, your smile then undeniable. “I should’ve taken you up on your offer sooner. Now I understand why everyone’s so mad about this stuff, it’s unbelievable.”

“You don’t regret it then?” He asked.

“How could I? You’re just... Remus I...” You turned to your side to face him fully, one of your hands pressed against his chest. “I think we should do this again if you’d want to of course.”

He grinned and let a hand fall to your waist, he pulled you closer, so your bodies touched. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and you buried your face in his neck. For a moment he felt almost victorious, he had gotten you right where he wanted you to be. It would only be a matter of time before you let him take you fully. But then he realized, it wasn’t about taking your virginity so much anymore. He just wanted you.

“I wouldn’t want anything more,” he eventually said, then he pressed a kiss to your forehead, while the cold feeling of your ring on his chest lingered in the back of his mind.

Soon, it would be his. And so would you.

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girliism · 25 days ago

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priest in training au

a week had passed since you were caught coming back from sneaking out. all the girls on your floor were woken up and you were given a public scolding. you had cried yourself to sleep that night. you use to be good, the nuns use to make examples out of you. but then art walked into your life, and he made you want things, crave things. maybe it was best you didn’t see him anymore

“what’s up with you and your virgin mary? was the date so bad she had to shun you.” patrick joked, causing art to push him. “shut up, and don’t call her that. she’s probably just busy with final vow ceremony coming up and everything.” art made excuses for you even though he didn’t know why you’ve been avoiding him.

always rushing out of class, ignoring him during mass, and pretending not to see him waving at you. but you saw all his attempts to talk to you. you felt the way his gaze would burn into the back of your head. it was killing you not to interact with him, but you knew where that would lead.

art was sick of it. sick of you avoiding him. so he cornered you one day outside, dragging you behind a building and trapping you between his hands.

“why have you been ignoring me? did i do something wrong, did i hurt you?” you could hear the confusion in art’s voice and it had you shaking your head. “no! no, it’s not that.” you take a deep breath closing your eyes. “i’ve just been thinking….and i don’t think we should see each other anymore.” you whispered. art’s hands had slipped from where they were resting on the wall.

“what?”

now art was convinced that he did something. “why?” you chewed on your bottom lip shrugging. “it’s just we’re gonna be taking our final vows soon and-” art cut you off scoffing. “so what, you were just gonna never speak to me again?”

you sighed holding art’s hands in yours. “art, i’ve had a lot of fun with you, but realistically how long was this to go on.” forever. art wanted to say. his feelings that started out as purely sexual had morphed into something real. you had bewitched him.

“but what if i don’t want this to end?” he locked his eyes on yours. “what if we just fucked off together. you and me.”

“art.” your furrowed your brows. this was very serious to you. for years you studied towards your nun status and was so close to making your parents proud. while art wouldn’t think twice before abandoning his post.

“what? i’m being serious. there’s nothing for us here but a life of temptation why not just leave.” it was your turn to cut him off. “you’re just saying that because you wanna have sex me.” you hissed, pulling your hands out of his.

you moved to get away from him, away from this conversation but art grabbed your arm pulling you back to face him. “i’m not!” art took a deep breath sighing, preparing himself for the cheesy love confession he was about to give.

��i mean, maybe in the beginning, yeah. but you’ve done something weird to my heart. i…i think about you all the time, you’re in every corner of my mind. and it’s ok if you don’t feel the same but i just can’t go on anymore without you knowing this.”

art stopped speaking and you were shocked. thoughts upon throughts were racing through your head. you thought over the time you spent with art, allowing yourself to give in instead of pushing down those less than pure feelings had felt freeing.

were you really going to go back to making empty vows and hiding under your vails of false purity?

your lack of an immediate answer had art’s hands dropping their hold on you arms. sensing he was going to walk away you blurted out.

“i’ve never done such things like this before meeting you.” you blinked. “you make my heart feel weird as well. a weird feeling that i wanna keep feeling. but… i’m scared and-”

arts hands were on your cheeks and his lips met yours before you could finish speaking. the kiss was soft and slow. different from the ones you usually have. your mouth automatically stared moving with his, like a natural instinct.

“you don’t have to be.” art said breaking the kiss. placing his forehead on yours. “we’d have each other. and possibly my grandmother.” he was quick to add on the end, which had you huffing a laugh.

maybe everything would be ok.

(next smut 😈)

#girliism #challengers #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #priest in training!art

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liv3laughlev · 10 months ago

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BABY? BABY!! // ★.⁗☕️⚬☆

content warnings: nsfw, fem & afab reader, hubby!toji, reader is written to have hair long enough to be played with and pushed away, breeding kink, creampie, toji has baby fever, rough sex

author’s note: thank you guys for the support on my first post i hope you guys like this one too :D

masterlist !!

toji never really wanted children, for the most part, he actually disliked them. they were loud and sticky and honestly more expensive to take care of than anything. but today you had agreed to watch your nephew, who was only just a few months old.

you would carry him all over the house, spoiling him rotten with affection. and when toji came home from a long day of work he was a little surprised to hear the sound of a baby giggling while you tickled him.

“what’s this about?” he asked as he sat on the couch, observing the smile you had on your face as you played with your nephew.

“i’m watching him because my sister had to go to work early and her husband couldn’t watch him since he also had work!” you said with a sweet smile as you looked up at him from the floor.

“alright..” he sighed as he sat back, just deciding to observe you.

he noticed how you were basically glowing while playing with your nephew, the sweetest smile on your face. it had him thinking— what would it be like if the two of you had your own kid? he was stuck thinking about what it’d be like all evening until your sister came to pick up her son.

now alone with you he was watching tv with you, his arm wrapped around you while you were snuggled up next to him.

he wanted to say something about earlier, no- needed to. but to be honest we wasn’t sure you’d be into the idea. having kids is such a big step. there’s no guarantee you two won’t regret it down the line. but it was now or never.

“babe?” he spoke up, playing with your hair a little.

“yes?” you asked sweetly, tracing your finger on his stomach some.

toji struggled to figure out how to word what he wanted, which wasn’t often so this was a little nerve wracking for him. “fuck it..” he murmured. “i wanna give you my baby.” he spoke.

your eyes widened a little. “do you mean.. you wanna have one with me?” you asked, biting your lip a little. you had been wanting this basically since the two of you got married a year ago, and part of you didn’t believe this was actually happening.

“yeah.. saw you with that kid and honestly it made me realize it.. do you want that too?” he asked, pushing your hair out of your face some. the nod you gave him was all the confirmation he needed.

“oh fuck!” you whimpered as he had you bouncing on his cock— his cock was reaching deep inside you, his hands gripping onto your hips while he fucked you. you couldn’t even think at this point, hands reaching behind to grasp onto his arms.

“that’s it, baby.. keep bouncing like that..” he groaned, eyes glued to the way you would grind back against him. he couldn’t even think straight either at this point, the only thing in his mind is his determination to get you knocked up.

“toji.. ‘m getting tired..” you whined, your thighs burning a little from riding him. you had probably came already twice and he hadn’t came once, and he planned to dump a couple loads inside you.

toji smirked and didn’t hesitate to bend you over in front of him completely, your ass up while he pushed your face down a little. you cried out in pleasure when his cock bullied deeper inside you. “that better, baby?” he teased, giving your ass a nice slap before his hands rested on your hips while he fucked you so well from behind.

“f-fuuck..” you whined out, your eyes rolling back ever so slightly. “please.. need it.. i need it.. can’t handle it much longer..” you rambled while you felt his hand reach down to toy with your clit, his thumb rubbing it in tight circles.

“i knoww baby.. just a little longer..” he chuckled, “i’m gonna cum soon.. gonna dump it all in that pretty pussy of yours..” he moaned, his eyes taking every reaction you had to what he did.

you nodded desperately, your moans getting a little sharp as you neared another orgasm. “please.. yes please..” you whimpered.

toji groaned as he heard you begging for him. he felt the urge to rest his head back but he wanted to see you as you came more than anything. he loved the way your body shook, your voice suddenly high as you squirmed under him. you gasped, your hands searching for something to hold onto as you finally came. toji nearly lost it as he felt the snug feeling your cunt gave his cock, and he didn’t hesitate to slam his hips against yours one more time before his cum spurt deep inside you.

you two took a minute or two to catch your breath, and toji gently pulled out of you. he watched the way his cum slowly seeped from your pussy, feeling his cock stir right back to life.

he kept you in bed for at least two hours after that to fuck you more, but it definitely paid off because a few weeks later you showed him your positive pregnancy test.

#lev.com☁️#dividers by cafekitsune #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji x reader smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #toji jjk smut #smut #toji fushiguro jjk smut

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cyberkinks · 1 month ago

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𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ︙ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍 ・♡ (𝐌)

⤷︎︎ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬, wom(woman)!reader x co-worker!namjoon. kissing, sexual intercourse, rough sex? work beef, boss interfering, bestie bora, friendzoned.., helping Namjoon scratch his back 👀. ☃️

⤷︎︎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, use of foul language, use of pet names (maybe), misspellings (maybe), use of alcoholic drinks. 🎄

⤷︎︎ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞, smut, angst, non-idol au. ☃️

⤷︎︎ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲, Ah, Christmas what a wonderful time of the year, isn’t? The snow, family, friends, food and ETC. it’s just a wonderful time of the year that everyone enjoys. Your boss invited you all on a trip before Christmas and obviously you said yes but Ehat you didn’t expect is that you’d be sharing a room with one of your co-workers whom you absolutely hated over the years. ✨

⤷︎︎ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫!, this is for entertainment purposes only! 🎄

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hello! sorry for not posting but I’m back and I hope y’all have/had a good holiday! Merry Christmas or Holidays and happy new year to you all! 💋 hope you all enjoy and have a good read, also I’m back in my writing spirit so I’m glad for that. ☃️

⤷︎︎ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝?: yes, partially edited. 🎄

Christmas is a time to give thanks for the love, hope, and joy. It's often celebrated with decorated trees, presents, and a Turkey, Ham, or Chicken feast.

It’s also a time to celebrate with your family and friends..or you’d think.

This year, your boss wanted everyone to go on a month-long Christmas vacation with her. Of course, you wanted to plus it was free!? Hell yeah!

It was a couple of days away but she did give you guys enough time to pack. The reservations were already set, and the trip was already planned. Everything was a go! It was currently 6:34 AM and you guys landed at 9:55 AM.

However, when you got there, you thought you could just choose a room when all of a sudden the rooms were already picked out for everyone.

You look over at your best friend/co-worker, Bora waves over at you and you smile and wave back. You were confident that your boss was gonna let you and her share a room, obviously…right?

Wrong. She announces that you’ll be sharing a room with your emeny/“least favorite” worker, Kim Namjoon. You blink twice before looking over at him who looks over at you.

You hoped this was a dream and that your boss was just kidding with you two, right!? I mean that had to be it. She knows that you two bicker at work like children. This couldn’t be real, the co-worker that you hated was your roommate on a month-long vacation, please say it wasn’t so.

Once it was sorted out, Bora came over to you and snickers. “So, it’s gonna be funny being bunk buddies with Namjoon, hm?” Bora asks with a soft smirk across her lips.

Her words make you roll your eyes. “Har-Har and no, it’s not, I mean you see how that bastard treats me at work, hell no,” you say, folding your arms as she just chuckled once more “Oh, (y/n) just give up the act, already, everyone he knows you two like each other.”

You frown at her “no the fuck I don’t! I can’t stand him, he’s always calling me a lazy worker like ew and he steals my coffee, do you know how long it takes to refill the coffee machine at work!?” you huff at the thought of him.

Bora looks at you, raising an eyebrow “Oh cmon, he just likes teasing you and you like teasing him, you two are perfect-“ “No, no we aren’t and I do not, it’s never intentional, it’s only because he starts it.”

You sigh softly before pinching the bridge if your nose. “This is gonna be one hellish month,” you grumble making her laugh and you shoot her a glare as Namjoon walks up to you. “Hey, roomie, got our key.” He says, dangling it in front of you.

Your eyes narrow at the sight of him as your expression hardens. Bora looks at you both “Am I interrupting something?” she asks, making you both look at her. She was about to say something until you shoo her away.

you snatch the keycard away from him before walking towards the elevator. “What floor?” you ask as he gets in. “5” he says and you quickly click it.

As the elevator ride goes on, he couldn’t stop looking at you. The way your body looks in your outfit has his mind spinning.

You and Namjoon have been at it since you first started working there. He was out for your blood so you started being out for his and it turned into some kind of war and it only got worse when your boss announced that both of you were her favorite employees and that only one of you can get a raise. It started off as entertaining but it slowly started becoming more irritating.

You felt his eyes on you but you ignored him as you pleaded in your mind for the elevator to go faster. Once it reaches the floor, you quickly walk out and towards your room number. I glance at your keycard making sure it was sure it was the right number you saw before unlocking it.

You walk inside seeing your bags already in, your face full of confusion as you look at your bags. ‘Did he personally ask her before we even got here?’ Is what you ask yourself before shaking your head and then starting to unpack

1 hour later, you were finally finished unpacking so you took a nice long relaxing hot shower before changing into something comfortable which was a random T-shirt and some leggings. You lay down in bed, your back against the soft mattress.

A sigh left your lips as a smile appeared across them. As you were relaxing, you heard the hotel room open and closing. you look over seeing Namjoon. “And there goes my relaxation,” you say before huffing and he rolls his eyes. “Ha-ha, I didn’t come in here to bother you, (y/l/n).” he sits down on the other bed.

“That’s what you always say, but eventually you do, and it gets fucking annoying.” you say, glaring at him and a soft chuckle leaves his lips. “You know me so well.” “Duh.”

You look at him, folding your arms. He looks over at you, raising an eyebrow. “What?” You shrug. “Just waiting for you to tell me what you want.”

He frowns slightly. “This is my room as much as it is yours, I can go in and out if I want,” he says, leaning back against the headboard.* “See.” you point at him. “That’s how I know you don’t need anything.”

He shrugs. “whatever floats your boat.” you roll your eyes before facing away from him and reaching over in your purse, grabbing your phone to update your family groupchat that you made it safely.

As you were typing, his eyes were on you, imagining that he was spooning you, his hands caressing your sides.

A little secret is: that even though you two bicker like complete idiots, you both often thought about each other whenever you two were at home. He’d slowly stroke himself as he thought about you, while you would be at home touching yourself at the thought of him “making love” to you, his hands roaming your body making sure no place was untouched. No one knew that secret about either of you and you wanted to keep it that way (and so did he.)

Anyways, back to the present. His eyes were still on you, admiring you and your body. His teeth tugs on his bottom lip, before finally looking away. you barely notice it since you were typing but you 100% knew he was staring at you “Take a couple of pictures, it'll last longer.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes at your words. “You’re not that entertaining to look at, babydoll” You frown at his words before scoffing. “Yet you were still staring at me, and you do so at work” You stuck your tongue out at him afterwards “Plus you aren’t either.”

He chuckles darkly “Says you, and I know you stare at me at work too, like you’re undressing me with your eyes” A look of disgust at his words spreads on your face “You wish I’d undress you” You tease him even though deep down you both wanted to undress each other but he has to keep it rolling.

“No, I don’t” he glares at you before getting up from the bed and you flick him off as he turns his back.

Later on during the day, it was around 8:32 PM when your boss decided to throw a small Christmas party at some club. You obviously went and you were currently wearing a short red dress with a black sweater and black heels, and your hair was in a sleek bun.

As you walk in, Bora walks over to you and instantly compliments your outfit “That dress looks so hot on you, babes” she says before taking a sip of her drink and you thank her with a smile.

You felt eyes on you and you look over seeing that Namjoon is also present making you roll you eyes making Bora laugh. “Speaking of, how’s that going?” she raises an eyebrow at your expression. “As well as you’re thinking,” you say before huffing and walking towards the bar and ordering a Cosmo.

You sat down on a bar stool and that’s when Bora pointed at a guy who’s been looking at you ever since you came in and a smile spread across your lips. As he starts approaching you, Bora walks away to give you two some room meanwhile when Namjoon sees it, a ping of jealousy fills his body and he frowns.

“And you are?” you ask while the bartender hands you your drink. “Christian, you?” “(Y/N)” you hold your hand out for him to shake and he does, giving your hand a firm grip.

As you two were talking, Namjoon watched close by, gulping down the rest of his drink. Bora approaches him and folds her arms. “Watching your future girlfriend flirt with some guy? Real classy.” She says and he looks at her with a look of disgust. “What? As if.”

She laughs making him frown further. “That’s cute but I bet by the end of this trip, you two are gonna be a thing.” she says making him shake his head. “that’s crazy talk, I don’t like her,” he says, clearly and 100% lying and she knew it. “We’ll see,” she says before walking off.

He shakes his head at her before looking back at you, his gaze on you as he sees the guy getting closer to you. he didn’t wanna interfere since he knew that’d cause you to be suspicious of him but if he didn’t, he was 100% gonna hear your bed creaking while he’s trying to sleep.

He was conflicted with his feelings, not knowing what to do at all. he looks around before walking towards you both.

you continue talking with Christian, getting to know him. it was clear that you were feeling his vibe..maybe a little too much. you took the last sip of your drink and set your glass aside. “Yeah, I’m currently working for a Magazine Company,” you say with a nod and he looks at you, his eyes full of interest. “Oh really?”

You nod with a smile and he grins back “Well, that’s pretty cool.” he says and you are kinda caught off guard and before you can say anything further, Namjoon interrupts you both making you frown. “Hey, (Y/N).” He says, his arms folded. “Who’s this?”

You glare at him, completely suspicious of his behavior and annoyed.. “this is Christian, my new buddy.” You say and Namjoon looks at him before shaking his hand and then looking back at you. “We were talking so if you could please..excuse us,” you say, your eye twitching.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says, clearly trying to annoy you so you would take him back to your shared hotel room. you grin at Christian before getting up from your seat. “Namjoon, let’s dance really quickly.”

Before he could protest, you grabbed his arm and led him to the dance floor. you look up at him “What are you doing!?” you ask him with a frown.

“Nothing, why?” he shrugs before doing some little random dance, along with you “bullshit, you interrupted my conversation with that hottie” You frown while he celebrates…in his mind “Maybe I was just helping you out of a boring conversation.” “yeah right." you roll your eyes at his weird behavior.

“We could've danced later,” you said with an upset expression. he chuckles to himself, making you frown further “As if you’d want to dance with me.” he says and you nod, still pissed off. “you’re right.” he rolls his eyes at you “Maybe if you stop being stubborn, you’ll actually get laid.”

a gasp left your lips from the words that came from his lips. “and maybe, if you weren’t so cocky, someone would want your cock.” is what you say before walking off, leaving him speechless and he stands there trying to process what you just said.

you walk over to Bora, immediately telling her what happened and she chuckles “You both always fight like an old married couple.” “Well, we’ll never be one, can’t stand him.” she raises an eyebrow at your words. “for now.”

you frown at her. “no, never, plus that guy was really hot but it’s whatever…I guess.” Bora looks at you before looking over at the guy you were talking to which makes you look to see that he was still over there. “you think i should go back over there?” you ask her and she nods. “I think so, plus it looks like you both were feeling each other.”

you smile before getting up and walking back over to him, sitting down. “sorry about that.” he shakes his head “No, problem.” you bite your lip at him before asking him to dance and he agrees.

Christian gently grabs your hand, leading you towards the dance floor, and as you both dance, your hips swaying slowly as his hands rest on them. you look up at him as he looks down at you.

while you were in the moment with this stranger, Namjoon’s eyes were on you both. the pang of jealousy stinging his heart once again. he watches you both, taking small sips of his drink.

he couldn’t stand seeing you with other men, it irks his soul but he can’t do anything about it or you’ll know that he wants you. he was confused and conflicted about what to do, but what was there to do besides him being confusing and not telling you how he felt without showing it?

you had his heart, mind, and soul and he thinks that he’s alone with his feelings not knowing that it was the same way for you. he was down bad for you but why doesn’t he ever wanna show it? why does he pick fights with you? guess we’ll never know.

later on in the night, you’d had way too many drinks, and all you remember is the guy you’d just met (Christian) wanting to take you home but Namjoon didn’t trust him one bit.

you barely remember what happened but Namjoon 100% took you home since you could smell his cologne over and over. he helps you inside your shared hotel room, helping you on the bed. “so soft..” you sigh as you look around making him chuckle.

a soft groan left your lips as he slips your heels from your feet before helping you take off your jewelry and your makeup, his touch was as gentle as ever. “you’re a piece of shit.” you slur out, making him chuckle. “if I was, I would’ve let him take you here and not me.” he says, placing a bottle of water on the nightstand.

he was about to walk away and you stop him. “don’t go.” a pout forms on your lips. he looks at you, conflicted still “You don’t want me to go?” you shake your head no at his words.

he knew you were out of it, he knew you needed space but he lays down beside you anyway and you place your hand on his chest. “Namjoon..” you whisper, your slightly blurry eyes on his. “I like you.” his body froze at your words. “so much..and I want you,” you grumble out as your eyes start to close.

“you’re just drunk, I know you don’t mean it.” he says, wanting to doubt it but you slowly open your eyes again before looking at him and his eyes are on yours. “I know what I mean.” you slowly sit up before softly kissing his lips.

he didn’t know what to do but he was much of a gentleman to deny you since you were drunk “Get some sleep.” he whispered. you sigh before laying back down and closing your eyes again.

your words repeat in his brain over and over again, the sound of your voice and the way you said his name is just stuck in his mind.

he’s completely conflicted.

The next morning, you woke up with a horrible headache. you groan in pain as you hold your head while sitting up on the bed, the sun shining from the curtains

you look over seeing that someone was in your bed since the sheets were messy. you also notice that everything you had on (except your clothes) from last night was off.

you bite my lip thinking if it was the guy from last night but that couldn’t be possible since the cologne was different. you heard the bathroom door open and that’s when you saw Namjoon who had a towel around his waist, water dripping from his body.

you eventually look away once he looks over at you. “take a picture next time” he says in a teasing tone. you roll your eyes “please no one wants to look at you.” you say, getting up from the bed “that isn’t what you said last night.” he says and you froze at his words “wait what are you talking about?”

he looks at you “you don’t remember?” you shake your head no, completely scared and worried. “no, I don’t, now tell me.” he sits down on your bed. “well, you had too many drinks last night and I took you back here and last night you told me that you liked me” he pauses for a moment looking at your shocked facial expression “and that you wanted me.”

you take a deep breath before responding “well, i was drunk so-“ “drunk words equals sober thoughts” he says with a shrug. you lick your lips, thinking of a lie to come up with but he stops you “aren’t you tired of playing cat and mouse with me?” he asks standing up from the bed and walking towards you.

you look up at him “i was drunk, people say things when they’re drunk..” he scoffs, shaking his head. He thought he could get through to you but he forgot how stubborn you were. “excuses is all I hear.” he says, moving back from you “when you’re tired of dodging me, give me a holler.” is all he said before grabbing his clothes and walking into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

you stood there completely confused at his words but…the fact you just seen him shirtless was also stuck in your mind.

you shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts but…it didn’t work because later on that night, after you boss took all of you out to dinner…you were in the shower with..a certain type of toy, plunging it into you over and over again.

you cover your mouth to shush yourself, slowly slipping it into you. you shut your eyes as your body shudders and trembles, feeling yourself getting close to the edge and that’s when the bathroom door open making you scream and quickly turning onto your side.

Namjoon quickly closed the door back and yelling ‘Sorry’ before walking off. you take a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in and turning back around. you look at the door before biting your lip and pulling the shower curtains forward and starting back again.

after your intimate shower time, you got ready for bed, doing you skin and bodycare routine. you walk out of the bathroom after tidying it up and slid into your sheets, laying your head comfortably on the pillow.

Namjoon sat on his bed still conflicted on what to do but he knew he was tired of playing games with you. he wanted you so fucking badly and he needed you. he looks back seeing you laying in bed before getting up from his and walking towards you. “(Y/N)?”

The sound of his deep voice makes you open your eyes, looking at him and groaning in annoyance. “I’m trying to sleep, what?” you ask with a slight frown and hint of curiosity.

he didn’t say anything, he just looks as you making you kinda nervous. he leans down and softly brushed his lips against yours and butterflies instantly fills your stomach. “what are you..” you whisper and he tucks your hair behind your ear and asks with his deep voice, filled with sensuality and desire “can I kiss you?”

you were took aback at his words, but you knew this day would come. a where you’d both finally admit that you both like each other. you look at him before nodding and whispering “yes.”

he cups your face before softly kissing your lips, your hands resting on his shoulders. your lips move in sync as he tilts his head, kissing you deeper. his hands goes down to your gown, slowly lifting it to your abdomen and grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to him as he hovers over you fully.

a moan leaves your lips, your hands pulls him closer. he moves your legs apart before slipping your underwear off as well. he licks at your lower lips, asking for entrance which you gave to him. another moan escapes from your lips, making his lips curl into a smile.

he kisses up your chin, going higher to nip your jawline and then kissing at your neck. “Namjoon..” you whimpers out his name and he hums before continuing his trail down your body.

his hand goes under your nightgown, gently gliding across your thighs until he feels your slickness, taking it into his hand. you roll your hips against his fingers, soft moans leaving your lips.

a groan leaves his lips as he feels how wet you were just for him. he pulls his hand away, pulling down his sweats making his hard on fling out. he looks at you for a moment “are you sure you want this?” he asks and you nod eagerly, your hands resting on his shoulders.

He softly kisses your lips as he slides into you, a soft moan leaving your lips, your juices coating his cock instantly. you kiss him as well, your hands going to his bare back, grabbing at it making him wince a little as your nails digs in his skin.

you look up at him as he slowly and gently moves into you, letting you adjust to his size while slowly speeding up. he starts to thrust into you, your body already adjusting to him.

“Namjoon..please.” you whine while he looks down at you, his eyes full of lust. he takes in a deep breath through his nose before hitting your sweet spot and you immediately start moaning out loudly. he kisses your lips to shush you, his hands grabbing at the sheets.

his lips trails down to your neck again, leaving hickeys all over as he begins to speed up, his hips pushing into you. a groan escapes his lips as he grabs your legs, placing them on his shoulders.

“fuck” he mumbles out. you whimper, grabbing onto his hair, pulling slightly. you suddenly let go of his hair when he gets faster, gasping in pleasure. he continues to fuck you roughly, throwing you off balance “Oh god” you moan out, grabbing the sheets as well.

Namjoon moves back, his hands moving your legs to the side and leaning back down, his hand spreading your ass cheek as he slams into you, the gushy and wet sounds filling the room along with your moans and his groans.

you grab the sheets, his hands grabbing onto the pillows. “fuck, you’re so tight and wet.” he groans, watching as your ass bounces “s’fucking good..” he whispers, grunting afterwards while you cry out his name, your legs shaking.

“Fucking hell!” you whimper out, looking up at him as he throws his head back. “Joonie!” you whine as you felt his hand collide with your asscheek.

you felt a certain feeling in your stomach, letting you know you were close to your climax. you beg him to go faster which he does, his hand slapping your ass again.

within a few more pumps from him, you came onto his cock, youe body trembling while shaking more violently, a loud moan falling from your lips. your toes curl from the sensation while he kept going, his hips still moving into you.

you bite your lip as you lay there, letting him continue, your hand on his chest. “C'mon, cum for me,” you whine before your mouth falls open.

after a few more thrusts, he lets go inside of you, a loud groan escaping his lips. you hum as he does so, breathing heavily.

andd… after that, you both lay there not knowing what to say or do, the awkward tension and silence in the air. you didn’t know what to say or do.

You gulp before turning towards him. “Namjoon…” you whisper, making him face you. “Yeah?” he looks at you, hoping you’d say what he’s been wanting to hear for the last few years, but you didn’t, which made his heart drop. “I think we should just be friends,” you say softly, noticing the shift in his attitude.

Namjoon nods slowly, looking at you with regret in his eyes. “I should’ve known,” he says, making you frown. “Joon—“ “It’s whatever, (Y/N),” he says, getting up from the bed to put his clothes back on.

You sat there covering up yourself as you watch as he leaves the hotel room. you bite your lip as tears fills your eyes. It wasn’t him, it was you.

You weren’t…ready for a relationship since you didn’t give yourself that much time to heal from your last one. you took a deep breath as you try to keep your emotions in check.

so much for that talk.

Soon after the trip was over and everyone went back home, he barely said a word to you on the plane , even at work, and you felt super bad. Bora noticed it as well but she figured she’d just stay out of it until you’re ready to tell her which wasn’t probably gonna be for a while since you’re so fucked up about the whole situation.

You sat in your office at home, staring at your computer unable to focus after what happened a few weeks back on the vacation trip. after what happened between you and namjoon, it felt …weird, you felt weird. Especially since you two spent half of work time playing cat and mouse.

I mean most nights you could barely sleep since all you could think about was him. His voice, intelligence, his body…and etc. just him, as a person was all you wanted. you were so attracted to his energy and spirit that it was taking a toll on you but you were just too scared for a relationship since your career is the only thing in your mind besides him.

A sigh left your lips as you repeated what happened in your brain over and over again. your words and his. what makes things worse is that you actually wanted him, but what if it became too complicated? what if it affected both of you?

but you’ll never know unless you try, let’s hope you do try…in part two.

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Hello! May I request an Ethan x reader, Hogwarts AU? The details don't really matter, but I just thought it'd be a cool idea. You're seriously my go-to acc when it comes to anything Ethan/Jack related, so I couldn't think of anyone better to request this to <3

hii, oh my god you don’t even know how excited i was while writing this! i’ve been wanting to write about hogwarts so i’m really glad you requested this! thank you so so much, i hope you enjoy it! 🤍

let the games begin — ethan landry

word count: 2,973

pairing: slytherin!ethan landry x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary: when y/n, captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team, hears ethan, slytherin’s team captain, underestimating her team’s ability, they make a bet.

author’s note: i made the reader a hufflepuff bc that’s my house, not gonna lie.

WHEN Y/N RECEIVED THE LETTER FROM HER HEAD OF HOUSE informing she had been chosen to be Hufflepuff’s team Quidditch captain, she was absolutely appalled. Girls, sadly and unfairly, weren’t often given such positions, so she hadn’t expected it at all, no matter how skilled of a seeker she was.

Her stomach turned upside down as she skimmed through the words inked on the parchment over and over again. Of course she was happy to have been selected, but she couldn’t help but feel scared. It was twice the weight a normal captain had on their shoulders—not only she had to be a great captain because of the thrill of winning the Quidditch Cup, but she also had to prove women could do as well as men. If she failed, she knew that the chauvinistic assholes around the school would take the opportunity to state once more that women weren’t competent enough to hold such title.

Y/N was not going to let that happen, so she spent the remaining days of summer scheming tactics and a training routine. When she got back to Hogwarts, she felt more confident than ever, feeling she hoped she could transfer to her teammates.

The Hufflepuffs were beyond happy and excited to have her as their captain, especially her best friend Cedric, who had always told her she would be a fearless leader. The rest of the houses, though, the majority of the people in it didn’t have an ounce of faith on her and threw funny glances her way.

The day professor Hooch posted the upcoming matches, the funny glances turned into ones of pity. The first game of the season would be Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin, and the thoughts were loud around the castle—poor Y/N, Slytherin will sweep the air with her on her very first game as a captain; hope the Slytherins have some mercy on her. It was clear that pretty much everyone was confident on the outcome of the game. Especially the Slytherins.

“That game will be as easy as taking a candy from a baby.” the Slytherin captain’s voice ricocheted on the hallway Y/N was passing by. “We got the first match of the season on our bag, boys.”

Y/N clenched her jaw and marched towards them. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Landry.”

The tall, curly-haired boy tuned around with a smirk on his handsome face and looked down at her. “Oh, come on, Y/L/N. You don’t stand a chance, and everyone knows that.”

The corner of Y/N’s lips lifted up. “You know, everyone’s been throwing shit at me and my team without giving me the benefit of the doubt, and yeah it sucks a bit, but you know what I realized?”

“Nope, enlighten me” he said amused.

“Victory is going to taste much sweeter. And when you have to shake my hand after I kicked your ass, I hope you remember how you spoke too soon. And if you don’t, I’ll be there to remind you.”

A wave of respect passed through Ethan’s body. The way Y/N stood up for herself and her team made him feel some kind of way, though he very much liked to push her buttons so he continued with a playful smirk. “You seem pretty confident, Y/L/N. Wanna make a bet?”

“I’m listening” she held his glance.

“If I win, you’ll do my Potions homework for the rest of the season, if you win-”

“When” she corrected confidently. “And what can you offer me? Unlike you, I have a brain that is pretty capable of doing homework.”

He tried not to smile “If you win, I’ll buy you all the books you want each time we go to Hogsmade during this season.”

The Hufflepuff’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Deal! Oh my god, I have a list of books I want and it’s very large, Landry”

“It’s very large, Landry. Can’t say I haven’t been told that before” he said with a mischievous smile and laughed at her disgusted expression.

“Poor soul, I’m afraid to inform you have been lied to.”

“Nah, you want proof? I’m very happy to show you”

“You’re repulsing” she scrunched her nose.

Ethan chuckled, she was adorable. “Do we have a deal, little badger?”

Y/N stretched out her hand “Deal.”

Y/N’S CONFIDENT SMILE LINGERED ON ETHAN’S MIND AND THERE WAS NOTHING THE BOY COULD DO TO ERASE THAT IMAGE. The girl was simply too perfect—gorgeous, smart, funny, brave, kind, confident and so adorable that everytime Ethan saw her on the hallways he wanted to wrap his arms around her tiny frame and squish her to death. He also loved how she didn’t take shit from anyone. Y/N was the exact personification of a badger—cute and friendly-looking, but if you poked her, the claws came out and she would not hesitate to scratch you with them.

Ethan didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed her before, but now that he did he couldn’t get her off his mind. Every glance and smirk Y/N sent his way felt like some sort of prize for him, and now that the day of the match had arrived, the feeling of uneasiness took over his chest. Would he still have her attention once their little bet was over? He guessed no, and so he made it his goal to ensure Y/N kept looking at him after it.

When the teams entered the pitch, the stands roared in excitement. While most of the people didn’t have faith on Y/N, they still rooted for Hufflepuff, because their hatred towards the house of serpents was stronger than the lack of faith on the female leader.

“Time to lose, are you ready for it?” Ethan smirked, holding out his hand for Y/N to take it.

Madame Hootch blew the whistle, and Y/N smirked back at the boy in front of her. “Let the games begin, Landry.”

When Y/N was in the air, the concept of time disappeared. She didn’t know if the game lasted 20 seconds or 20 years—what she did know, was that it ended as soon as the palm of her hand surrounded the golden snitch. Hufflepuff had beaten the Slytherin by 250 points, it’s been years since the last time the house of badgers won by so many points.

“Congratulations, Y/L/N. You were amazing” Ethan said with a, surprisingly for Y/N, genuine smile. As captains, they were the ones in charge of putting everything back in the supply closet, so they were now all alone.

“Thank you, Landry” she replied contently. She was beaming, and Ethan thought she couldn’t have looked more beautiful, even when covered in sweat and with her hair all messy from the wind. “You played amazing, too. Though, don’t think that your compliments are saving you from spending your money on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream on it” Ethan laughed. He couldn’t wait to spend his time with her, to get to know her better.

“Good. Now, let’s go back to the castle. I think you have Potions homework to do… on your own” she smirked playfully.

“You’re kinda mean for a Hufflepuff” he played back.

“Well, if we are stereotyping, you’re kinda nice for a Slytherin” Y/N bumped his forearm with her shoulder. The guy was super tall—and probably the most attractive human she had ever met.

“Kinda?!” he raised his voice, acting offended.

“Well, no matter how nice you are now, I didn’t forget the little scene at the hallway. You underestimated me and my team. The fact that I’m a girl doesn’t make me less capable, you know?”

Ethan frowned. “Wait, wait, wait” he stopped her by the shoulders, and she had to tilt her head up to look him in the face. “Yes, I thought your team would suck, but not because you’re a girl. Hufflepuff has come out in last place for years, that’s the only reason I said it. It has absolutely nothing to do with you.”

Y/N’s eyes softened a bit and nodded slowly “Okay”

“I’m serious. In fact, last year you were the only good player the team had. If Hufflepuff had points, it was all because of you. Because you never failed to catch that snitch. If you had had great players supporting you, you would’ve won that cup.”

“You think so?” Y/N asked, feeling the heat creep up from her neck right to her face. His face was so close, his eyes so bright and voice so soft and sincere that her heart went crazy.

“I know so, Y/N” he squeezed her waist. When did his hands get there and why did it feel so good? And why did her name sounded so much better coming from his lips?

“Thank you, Ethan”

Her smile was so shiny that could light up the whole castle “Just telling the truth. And hey, don’t tell this to my team but I’m not completely sad you won that game. I heard what they have been saying on the hallways, about you not good enough for the position just for being a girl. I’m glad you proved them wrong.”

Was it normal for her heart to be beating this fast? “Well, thank you for saying that. But the talking won’t stop, they are going to find another excuse to keep saying the same thing.”

“Then you’ll have to keep winning. Not that it will be a problem, because your team is very good this year”

“You shouldn’t say those things about the rival team, Ethan. I think you have a soft spot for me” she teased him.

“I have known that since that day at the hallway, Y/N. You aren’t saying anything I didn’t already know” he answered truthfully, catching her off guard. “Since that day, I knew you were special. And I’d like to know you better, if you let me.”

Y/N nodded with enthusiasm “Yes, I’d really really like that, Ethan”

“Would you like to go to Hogsmade with me? I know we kinda were already, because of the bet. But I mean, be with me the whole day” he said nervously.

“I would love to, Eth”

“Great, it’s a date” he said, and the blood rushed into her cheeks. “Awe, are you blushing for me? How cute”

“Shut up, asshole.” she pushed him away playfully.

“Let’s go, little badger” he felt a little bold, so he grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers. Thankfully, she didn’t push him away, instead she squeezed his hand.

TURNS OUT, Y/N WAS RIGHT. Their victory wasn’t enough, people still weren’t aware of her talent as a captain and still found excuses to justify their win. Even after the following matches the Hufflepuff team won. People said it was beginners luck, that the teams took pity on her, or Ethan’s personal favourite: the Slytherin captain was so smitten with her that he let her win that first match and was helping her with tactics.

“That’s such bullshit! I mean, I am smitten with you but I would never let you win. The win is all on you” Ethan rambled as they made their way towards Hogsmade.

“I know, Eth. You don’t have to assure me, I know” Y/N laughed. “I have to say, it’s really cute that you are so mad about what they have been saying about me.”

“How are you not mad? It doesn’t make any sense. If you were a men, they would be kissing the floor you walked on”

“I know that too. But I have reached the point in where I’m just so sick of them coming at me that I just ignore it. If I react, they’ll say I’m overreacting and it’s just going to get worse”

“Today I almost punched a Gryffindor who was talking shit about you” he admitted.

“Please don’t punch anyone for me. It’s not worth it”

“Agree to disagree. If anyone is worthy, it’s you”

“You’re so sweet” she kissed his knuckles. “But really, don’t do it. Just imagine you punching him, that’s what I do”

“Fine” he scoffed. “Now, let’s get your books and see how much it hurts my wallet”

Y/N laughed. “You don’t have to buy me books, Eth. I only wanted to prove I’m good at being captain, and I did”

“Nope, I am buying you all the books you want.” Ethan said, opening the door of the book store. “Don’t hold back.”

Y/N didn’t hold back. Ethan exited the little bookshop with a bag full of romance books and a happy Y/N on his arm.

“Bet you regret that bet now” Y/N laughed.

“If there is something in my life I don’t regret is making that bet, Y/N” Ethan said in a serious tone. “Besides, I would’ve bought every single book in that shop if it meant you would keep smiling at me like that.”

Y/N couldn’t take it anymore, if she didn’t kiss Ethan she might die. So she carefully set one hand on the back of his neck while the other cupped his jaw and she stood on her tip-toes.

“I want to kiss you, Eth. Really really bad, is that okay?” she whispered.

Okay? It was more than okay. And instead of answering with words, he lowered his head and their freezing lips met. Suddenly the warm in their hearts nullified the icy feeling that the December snow had been putting on them. The air was extremely cold, but nothing seemed to matter other than the kiss they had been wanting since their small confrontation in the hallway at the beginning of the year.

THE REST OF THE SEASON WENT THE SAME WAY. Hufflepuff won almost every match, yet people still had doubts when it came to the captain—no matter how much she hustled and put in the work, they wouldn’t give her any credit and still questioned if she deserved the title. No matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t get there, she couldn’t earn their respect.

True to his word, Ethan never got physical with anyone who talked shit about his girl (which didn’t mean he wouldn’t call them out) and would instead reassure her countless time how capable and amazing she was. Which lifted her spirits more than he realized.

The final match was coming and Y/N could barely eat from nervousness—it would be Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor and she knew it was going to be tough. Oliver Wood was a force to be reckoned with and so was his team.

The pressure was drowning her, it’s been years since she had seen the Hufflepuff house so hopeful, and if the victory slipped from her fingers it was really going to crush her. At least she had Ethan now, if she didn’t, she was pretty sure she would’ve already drowned—he was her life jacket. Cheesy, but true.

“Are you going to wear something yellow for me?” she asked in a teasing tone, straddling his lap. They were on the locker room, sitting on a bench as the girl waited for her team to arrive. Ethan was there for emotional support, because in only a few hours they would know who the cup will belong to this year.

“I’m always wearing something yellow when you play. Discreetly, of course. But not today, today everyone’s going to see me fully rooting for my girl” he said pressing kisses on her neck.

“Theres no way you’re going to do that in the middle of the Slytherin bleachers” Y/N laughed shaking her head. They had been keeping their relationship low-key, but now that the season was almost over they decided they didn’t want to hide it anymore.

“You wanna bet?” he smirked, making her laugh harder.

“Okay. If you win, I’ll let you use the Prefects bathroom” she said.

“Fuck, yes” he said excited. He had been begging her to let him use it, but like the good girl she was, she refused. She took the Prefect position as seriously as her captain position. “It’s almost time. Kick asses, babe”

“You bet I will”

“No matter what the outcome is, I want you to know I’m very proud of you. For being an amazing captain and for putting up with the shade everyone’s been throwing at you” Ethan said cupping her cheeks.

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. “You don’t know how much it means to me, Eth. Thank you”

“You got this, babe. See you in a couple of hours, I’ll shower you with kisses. Everywhere” his eyes turned a little darker when he said the last word.

“Give me a preview?” she looked at him in the eyes.

“God, you can’t give me bed eyes when I’m supposed to leave” he groaned.

Y/N giggled and kissed his cheek “I love teasing you”

THE BATTLE FOR THE WIN HAD BEEN LONG, BUT THE HUFFLEPUFFS STOOD CHAMPIONS THAT AFTERNOON. They gave their blood, sweat and tears for that, and their karma came in form of a gold shiny cup.

Y/N’s karma was also her boyfriend, who sprinted towards her in a yellow shirt with the number 13 and her last name on the back. Ethan spun her in his arms as they both laughed and cried.

“You did it, babe. Holy shit” he said happily.

“And you wore a Hufflepuff shirt. My shirt! Oh my god” she laughed. “I love you”

Ethan stood still for a moment, but then he smiled widely. “I love you too. So much”

“Then kiss me for Merlin’s sake”

“I love you” he repeated when they pulled away. “Go celebrate with your team, Cap. Meet me at midnight at the bathroom?”

“I love you too. And yes, meet you there” she replied breathlessly.

“Underwear is optional, by the way” he whispered in her ear, making a rush of electricity run through her body.

“If it’s not necessary, then why wear it, right?” she smirked.

He kissed her once more. “Can’t wait”

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waywardxwords · 1 year ago

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I Always Have

Summary: Dean reluctantly agrees to visit a haunted house with you.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: Slight language, small mention of claustrophobia, fluff!

A/N: Day 3 of the #flufftober2023 (@flufftober) prompt challenge! The prompt is: "Wait, you love me?" - "I always have." Side note: if you are on my tag list, I am planning/attempting to post once a day during the month of October. I know that’s a lot of tags and mentions, so if you’d like to be removed you can do so through the Tag List linked in my bio.

Enjoy!

Haunted Houses weren’t really Dean’s thing…well, of course real haunted houses were. But this was different. This wasn’t haunted by real spirits or monsters; mostly just local high school and college students who needed extra money in the fall so they dressed up like ghosts and ghouls.

Dean had always hated the idea of actually visiting a haunted house. “You’re gonna pay money to go into an old building and have idiot kids try to scare you? Seriously? That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not just a haunted house, Deanie,” you had egged him on with the nickname he didn’t seem to appreciate. “It’s the pumpkins, and the apple cider, and that fun feeling of experiencing fall and Halloween as a kid.” He had just rolled his eyes. You loved getting under his skin, and as much as you would tell Sam you didn’t know why, you knew (and Sam knew, for that matter).

“Would you two just kiss already?” Sam had teased you from the kitchen of the bunker one night after you had poked and pushed on Dean so hard he had given up and retreated to his bedroom.

“Ew,” you had forced yourself to shudder at the thought. “Don’t make me puke.”

He laughed so hard he tossed his head back as he did it. “Yeah, okay. The tension between you two is about to make me puke, so do me a favor and just keep it outta the main living areas, got it?” He wasn’t able to dodge the sponge you had been washing dishes with as you tossed it right at his head.

So here you stood on this October night in the bunker looking at Dean blankly. You blinked twice.

“You comin’ or not?” He drawled with mock frustration as he pulled his army green jacket over his red and black buffalo plaid flannel. He grabbed the keys off of the counter top and looked at you expectantly.

“You’re taking me to the haunted house?” You still didn’t believe him.

“I was plannin’ on it, but you better hurry the hell up before I change my mind,” he grumbled but couldn’t hide the tug at the corner of his lips as you practically squealed and ran by him to get your jacket.

“Dude,” Sam eyed his brother as soon as you were out of ear shot.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Dean held up his hand and went to wait for you in the Impala.

“What made you change your mind?” You finally asked as Dean pulled the Impala into a parking spot in the dirt field. There were tons of other cars—this wasn’t just a haunted house, but a haunted trail as well and you could hardly hide your excitement.

“I was tired of hearin’ you bitch and moan,” he shot you a cheesy, over exaggerated smile with his eyes squinted. You rolled your eyes and flung the door open. “Hey, careful with my Baby!” He chirped, his face suddenly morphed into a small scowl.

“I’m not gonna hurt your precious car, Deanie,” you teased as you met him by the front of the Impala. Each step you took almost had a skip to it, and you couldn’t help yourself as you slipped your arm through his and linked it just at his elbow.

You weren’t sure if you imagined it, but you felt like his demeanor softened. The two of you walked like that as your boots crunched against the gravel and dirt. There were quite a few others there and a line had formed. The trail was dark but lit by yellow glowing lanterns strung from trees and solar path lights on the ground.

“Fifteen dollars per person,” there was a teenaged boy at the front of the line with a cash box. Dean’s scowl returned. “Cash only.” He added on at the end.

“Seriously? Fifteen bucks?” He looked at the kid who just pointed to the sign taped to the front of the table he was at. It read in printed font, ‘$15 per adult’. “Great,” Dean fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet.

“I got it, Dean. You brought me here and I know it’s not your thing,” you reached for your cross body bag to fish out the money.

“I got it,” Dean huffed as he retrieved a $20 and a $10 from his leather wallet. “Here.” He handed it to the kid. The kid nodded you both into the event. “What first? Trail or house?”

“Hmm,” you pondered, your excitement had returned. “Let’s do the trail first.” Your eyes wandered for a second and a squeal left your lips again before you could reign it back in as your gaze noticed a booth just ahead.

“Jesus Christ,” Dean mumbled, but there was a slight chuckle tucked behind it.

“Apple cider!” You practically pulled him towards the stand. There was no line, so you were under the lights of the vendor almost immediately. “Two apple ciders, please.” This time, you were sure to pull out your wallet first.

“That’ll be six dollars,” the woman returned with two cups of cider. You handed her the cash and handed a cup to Dean.

“Cheers!” You beamed as you clinked your paper cup against his. You noticed a small eye roll from him, but he obliged and took a sip.

He made a sour face. “Why do you love this stuff?” He rubbed his lips together to get the sweet sticky substance off.

“I think the real question is, how do you not love this kinda stuff,” you threw back at him as you looped your arm back through his and slowly walked towards the trail. “Halloween is so magical, Dean! It’s literally the best time of year. I think they’ve even polled people on that and determined it is actually the majority's favorite time of the year.”

“Yeah, well, they forgot to poll me on that one,” he grumbled. “We fight this stuff every day. Not this stuff, because it’s fake. But the real deal—the kinda stuff that could kill us. How are you not jaded by that?”

You took a moment before you answered. Your feet stopped moving, so Dean’s stopped too. He turned to look at you as your arm fell out of his.

“When I was a kid, my Dad loved Halloween. I swear, his whole mood changed when fall rolled around. He built a wooden casket and rigged it with fishing wire to open when our front door opened. We scared every kid that came to our house. And kids would literally come from all over to get spooked,” the memory brought a smile to your lips. “I didn’t even want to trick-or-treat half the time. I just wanted to be at home with my Dad scaring the local middle schoolers. My Dad could be difficult,” your smile fell for a moment as other memories tried to make their way through—memories that Dean was well versed in at this point in your friendship. “But when Halloween came around? Man, those were the best days.”

Dean was silent as his eyes watched your face. He saw the emotions ebb and flow as you spoke. He nodded once. “Okay, then,” he said simply. “Let’s go get spooked.” This time, he held his arm out for you to link yours through, causing you to smile.

The trail ended up being more hilarious than terrifying. But you and Dean had thoroughly enjoyed watching others jump and yell as they made their way through.

Next up, the haunted house. This was a little bit different than the trail, as the hallways were so tightly constructed, only one person could walk ahead at a time. You shuddered slightly as you waited, but it was enough for Dean to notice.

“Oh, come on,” he teased as he glanced over his shoulder at you. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Your face scrunched at him as you gave him a slight nudge. “Not scared,” you emphasized. “Just jumpy…” sounds of other haunted house goers ahead of you erupted from just inside the corridor–it made you excited all over again.

It was your turn to enter the main hallway next. They paused between groups to give everyone the full experience. Dean led the way with you closely behind. The house was even darker than outside, if possible, so it took your eyes a second or two to adjust.

There were fake cobwebs and a strobe light tucked away somewhere that sent flashes of light in the hall. Screams filled your ears, and you weren’t sure if they were from other patrons or if there was an audio playing in the background—probably the latter. Your eyes danced around in sensory overload as you tried to take it all in. As Dean rounded the first corner, you missed the memo that there were holes cut out in the wall, so when the first pair of hands reached out followed by someone growling behind the plywood, you couldn’t help the way your body jumped or the scream that followed.

Dean tossed his head back in laughter and turned briefly to look at you. Your heart beat pretty hard against your chest, but you still reached out to swat at him. He surprised you by catching your wrist with his large palm and carefully pulled your arms so they were around his middle. He held them there, and you realized he was giving you something to hold onto.

“Alright, Kat Harvey,” he referenced your favorite Casper-loving character from the classic ghost movie. “You’re alright.” The hum of his voice vibrated through the layers of clothing on his back. Even though you didn’t feel scared anymore, you couldn’t pull your arms away.

You inched behind Dean throughout the rest of the haunted house, laughter erupted from both of you as teenagers tried to scare you. It was refreshing to see Dean laugh—truly laugh—and it made you smile.

As you exited the house, he released your hands he had clutched against his middle and cleared his throat. “That was…”

“I know, I know,” you rolled your eyes as you shook off the empty feeling you felt without his touch. “It was lame, you can say it.”

He hesitated for a moment as he looked back to the house and then shrugged towards you. “Nah, I was gonna say it was actually kinda fun.” A smile tugged at his lips.

“Oh…” you grinned back. “Yeah, it was fun. Thanks for bringing me here, Dean.” You tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear and turned to head back to the parking lot.

“Where are you going?” He asked. When you turned back, you noticed he hadn’t moved from his spot.

“Uh…back to the car? That was all you had signed up for…heck, you kinda threw me a bone agreeing to do both the trail and the haunted house.”

“Nuh uh,” he shook his head. “I spent thirty bucks to get us in here. There’s a pumpkin carving booth over there. You said ‘pumpkins, apple cider and haunted houses’. We’re doin’ all three, dammit,” he said firmly but followed it up with a smile.

Your eyes beamed at at him and you bit your bottom lip gently before striding back over to him, “God, I love you.” Your breath caught in your throat after the last word and you froze. With widened eyes, you refused to meet his gaze.

There was a long pause that felt much longer than it probably was. But very quietly you heard his voice, “Wait, you love me?”

You paused again, but put on your big girl panties and turned to him slowly. “I always have.”

His eyes watched you closely for a moment, and then he moved to you so smoothly. His lips brushed against yours for a moment before he pulled away, but went in for another.

“I love you, too,” he murmured gently just as your lips parted. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach before he held his arm out for you once more. “Let’s go carve some pumpkins.” He smiled at you, and this time you knew it was different. It was a smile of contentment. Like everything he had needed, had come to fruition in that moment.

“Let’s,” you beamed back at him as you tucked your arm through his. He leaned towards you for one more kiss before you made your way to the pumpkin carving station. While you weren’t sure what this meant or how your life was about to change, it didn’t matter at that moment. You had pumpkins, apple cider, haunted houses and Dean Winchester at your fingertips. And with that, you couldn’t think of a more perfect autumn evening.

Thanks for reading!

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johnleeswife · 6 months ago

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Helloooo! I was wondering if u take requests bc i can't find your rules or anything, but i love your post of Mephisto, sylus's crow.

Can I request a gn reader that like crows and even spend time with mephisto more than sylus ? Like it's their pet :))))

Hello there! Thank you for stopping by. 'Mephisto' is my second fanfic ever and I'm glad you like it. I'm mainly just posting my art on Tumblr and somehow my fanfic become more popular than my art. I don't know if I'm gonna open a request for this but because you are the first one that asks, I'm gonna write you something. I hope you like it and this is what you request.

When you visited Sylus one day at N109, Sylus wasn’t at his chamber. You tried to ask Luke and Kieran but they were nowhere to be seen either. The only one was available that day was Mephisto. Silent filled the atmosphere, you couldn’t help it and start talking to Mephisto. At first, it was just about the weather then turn to about your day. You doubt Mephisto couldn’t understand you because you are not his owner but the moment he makes a noise, you start to believe he knows what you are saying. You grow to like him, and when you are talking about your worst day with him, he makes a noise to give you a signal that he understands you. He has some intonation too. Short ‘caw’ means yes or yeah or okay, when he makes ‘caw’ twice means he agrees but when he disagrees he does the same but with a higher tone. You like it because he is not straightforward forward judging you. You often go to N109 without telling Sylus just to meet Mephisto. Because of that, Luke and Kieran find it weird. Today you visit N109 to meet Mephisto but end up meeting Sylus at his chamber, drinking his wine. “Hey, Sylus! You are not busy today”, you greet him but your eyes scan his room looking for Mephisto. “It’s rude when you are talking to someone without looking at them”, Sylus answered with an annoyed tone. “I’m looking for Mephisto. Have you seen him?” “Why are you looking for him?” “Because today I want to meet him” “Lately you’ve been visiting N109 without telling me, was it just to meet Mephisto?” “Yes! He’s been a good boy”, without hesitation you agree. Sylus places his glass and looks at you. “You’ve become more comfortable here. I like it but what I don’t like isn’t because of me”. Sylus swings his hand and a black red mist forms around you. Suddenly you leapt out in the air and landed on Sylus’s lap. You try to break free but no vail. “Let me go!” “Nah. You’ve been a naughty and I’m gonna give you a punishment”. Just before you answer him, he’s evol tapping your mouth, preventing you from talking. “You see, I have a friend. They lately visited me without telling me just to meet my pet. Have I welcomed them too much? I just want to be a good friend”. You rolling your eyes not giving a damn about it. “When they meet me, they even make it clear that they come here just to meet my pet. Should I close my door for them?”. You sigh at him but his evol becomes darker than before and you start to get terrified. “Why are you not answering me?”. You shake your head and Sylus gives you his smirk. “So what should I do to them? Am I wrong if I force them to give me their attention?”. You give him a nod because you know what is going to happen if you shake your head. Sylus smiling and brushing your hair. “Hm… I like it”. You sigh defeated. The rest of the night you just shake and nod your head to Sylus and Sylus have fun with you.

#sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace #lnds sylus #lnds #lnds fanfic #love and deepspace fanfic #sylus x reader #sylus x mc #sylus x you #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus #l&ds sylus

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babydollmarauders · 1 year ago

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what were everyone’s reactions to el telling the fam that lovie was pregnant ?

i decided to use this ask as a gateway for a joint blurb post on how everyone found out so…

Luke was the first one to find out, which they tried to hide for as long as possible, because they really wanted to tell him with everyone else, but he found out on accident.

because it’s Lovie’s second pregnancy, her bump appears faster than it did in her pregnancy with El, so beginning to mid october, when she’s 3 months, her belly has already popped, but it’s small enough that she can hide it by wearing Jack’s shirts around the house and not wearing tight fitting clothing. which keeps Luke oblivious. until….

i sit at the end of the bed, sweatpants and a sports bra adorning my figure, showing off my 3 month baby bump.

my eyes track my husband as he gets ready for morning practice. it’s still too early for El to be up, but i can hear Luke clashing around the house, getting his gear together.

Jack crouches down in front of me, his warm hand pressing against the side of my belly. he leans forward, leaving a soft kiss on my bump, and my heart flutters at his gentle touches.

“love, you gotta finish getting ready for practice. Luke has knocked on the door twice now.” i remind him, running a hand through his wavy hair.

“i don’t wanna leave.” he groans, standing from his spot at the end of the bed. he holds a hand out for me to latch onto, pulling me up from my sitting position and into his arms.

“you’ll be back in a few hours.” i laugh. “and by the time you get back, El will be awake and bugging me about you.”

Jack chuckles and steps away from me, double checking his gear bag that sits on a chair in the corner of our bedroom.

i rest a hand on my small bump, looking at the full length mirror in front of our bed.

“Jack, let’s g-” the bedroom door swings open, and through the mirror, my eyes lock with Luke’s which widen at the sight of me and begin to flicker between me, my stomach, and his brother.

“what the fuck, Luke?” Jack huffs, moving to step in front of me, as if it’ll erase the sight of my protruding baby bump from his younger sibling’s mind.

“what the fuck, me? what the fuck, you!” Luke exclaims, pointing at his brother with a face of shock. “Lovie, you’re pregnant? does mom know?”

“Luke, we’re married adults that already have one kid, mom doesn’t need to know everything.” Jack reminds him, rolling his eyes.

“so, no?” Luke raises an eyebrow, and i take this as my time to step in.

“Momma doesn’t know yet, Lukey. we plan on telling her, Dad, and Quinn on the trip to Vancouver at the end of this month.” i explain, stepping out from behind Jack, to show myself to brother-in-law.

“we were gonna tell you there too, but you don’t know how to knock.” Jack scoffs and i reach back to smack his chest, making him pout.

“was this one planned?” Luke eyes my bump warily, as if at any moment the baby could just pop out.

“yeah.” i nod. “we’ve always talked about having our kids 2 years apart, like you guys, and with El’s second birthday in March, we knew we should start trying. we didn’t expect it to happen on the first try though.”

Luke’s face contorts, his lip spreading in a wide smile, and he steps forward, pulling me into a tight hug.

“congratulations, you guys.”

“thank you, bubba.” i pull back, watching as Luke claps my husband on the back.

“how far along are you?” he asks, poking my bump with an index finger. Jack swats his hand away from my belly, rolling his eyes again.

“14 weeks. so, 3 months.”

Luke’s eyes get wide again.

“oh gross, you guys! my bedroom at the lake house was right next to yours.”

Jack and Lovie’s plan to tell Ellen, Jim, and Quinn pretty much blew up in their faces once they got to Quinn’s apartment though.

i wrap my coat further around myself in attempt to hide my growing baby bump. 4 months along and i’m already feeling like i’ll be back the waddling instead of walking any day now.

Jack holds El on his hip, letting her watch the glowing little elevator light that tells you which floors you’re on; finding amusement in her entertainment.

the elevator stops at the 10th floor and we all pile out. i trail behind my husband and his younger brother as we walk down the hallway, stopping in front of Quinn’s apartment.

it’s not but a moment after Luke knocks that Quinn answers the door, letting us in as he’s mid-talk with his mother.

he hugs Luke first, before moving onto Jack and pressing a kiss to El’s cheek, making her giggle from the scratch of his beard. finally, he gets to me moving in to give me a hug but i bypass him, pressing a swift kiss to his cheek before stepping away.

Quinn’s brows furrow, his nose scrunching in confusion as he eyes me while his parents join us from the kitchen.

“oh look at my baby!” Ellen calls as she steps in the room.

“mom, i’m not a baby anymore.” Luke huffs, but his mother rolls her eyes.

“i was talking about El.” she shakes her head, opening her arms for a hug from my daughter. Jack sets El down, but all the talk about babies must turn a light on in her head, because as soon as her feet land on the floor, she’s turning to me.

her little hands quickly rise and press against my bump and she calls out “baby!”

the room goes silent, Jack and i exchanging a flustered glance as Luke stares gobsmacked at his niece. Ellen’s eyes go wide as she rises to her full height, clutching Jim’s arm, and Quinn’s jaw goes slack as he look between my husband and my daughters hands.

“what?” Ellen is the first one to speak, a grin on her face.

“mommy, baby!” El shouts, hitting the bottom of my stomach now. i wince, causing Jack to go in full dad mode and scoop our daughter back up.

“what did we say, El? we gotta be gentle with mommy’s tummy.” he scolds, looking straight in her eyes. El pouts, her lips falling in an exaggerated frown, and she hides her face in Jack’s neck.

i can see the guilt in Jack’s eyes at the fact that he’s upset his baby girl, but i don’t a chance to comfort him before Quinn is speaking up.

“you’re pregnant?” he asks, excitedly, making his mother smack at his arm.

“let them say it themselves!” Ellen scolds her eldest son and i giggle.

“i’m pregnant.” i confirm. Ellen squeals, bounding over to wrap me up in a hug.

“oh honey, congratulations!” she pulls away her hands hovering over my bump as she looks up at me for approval. at my nod, her hands drop down to touch my belly, a large smile gracing her lips.

Jim and Quinn say their congrats to Jack before Ellen moves over to her middle son, allowing her husband and eldest to get their turn with me.

“congratulations, hun. can’t wait to spoil the little one.” Jim tells me, wrapping me in a bear hug.

“you already spoil the first one, i think Jack might not be too happy if you spoil this one too.” i laugh, pulling back to let Quinn hug me.

“he’ll get over it.” Jim shrugs, stepping back.

Quinn looks at me with a fond smile first, before his arms wrap around my shoulders, his hand running over the back of my head.

“congratulations, sis.” he whispers in my ear, swaying our bodies back and forth just slightly.

“thank you, Quinny.” i grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“this one planned?” he asks as we pull apart.

“why do you guys keep asking that?!” i chuckle, hitting his arm. “yes! this one was planned, you asshole!”

he laughs, shrugging his shoulders. “just had to check.”

Jack, Luke, and i shed our coats and the family moves to the living room, sitting all around on Quinn’s furniture.

“so, how far along are you?” Ellen asks excitedly, her fingers drumming together as i dig through my purse for a sonogram picture.

“four months.” Jack tells his mother, watching as her face lights up when i hand her the photo.

“not too long until you know the gender.” Jim chimes in, looking over his wife’s shoulder at the photo.

“that appointment is in a few weeks.” i tell them, smiling as Ellen hands the photo to Quinn, who grins down at the black and white picture.

Ellen looks between me and Jack, who plays peekaboo with the almost two year old that sits on his lap. “oh, i’m just so happy for you two.”

#faithlynn speaks 🪐#ask faithlynn ✨#el!hughes au

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talanashta · 11 days ago

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Bathroom Floor Talks

For Day 6 of @sept-stobin-extravaganza

Rating: T | No CWs | Word Count: 441 | Pairings: Steve & Robin

Additional Tags: Coming Out, Trans Steve Harrington

Summary: How many Fourth of July's in a row can they be stuck making bathroom floor confessions? Seriously, it was feeling a bit implausible at this point, but Steve, of course, has something to tell Robin.

A/N: Yeah, I'm posting this in January for a September event. What're you gonna do about it?

Why did Fourth of July bathroom floor talks become a thing?

The first one, Steve got. There were extenuating circumstances. The Russians, truth drugs, a bunch of stuff with the Upside Down. They just happened to end up in the movie theater bathroom and had a deep talk.

Then last Fourth of July, that was… understandable. Twice does not make a habit. Eddie was slowly on the road to recovery after the events in March with Vecna, and Steve, after being in close prolonged contact with him for a few months as he helped him with his recovery, came to the realization that maybe he had feelings for him.

It didn’t help that he’d been drinking a bit that night. He’d dragged Robin into the master bath and spilled it all to her then and there. Then puked into the bathtub a bit. (He’d unfortunately been on the opposite side of the room from the toilet. He hadn’t enjoyed cleaning that up the next morning.)

Well, he’d gotten that sorted out in his mind. Which meant he and Robin started branching out into the Indianapolis queer scene. Which meant he got introduced to a number of people with identities that he didn’t even know were options.

Which led to him sitting with Robin on the floor of the grimy bathroom at the gay bar during their Fourth of July drag show, not knowing how to feel about anything.

“Robs,” he mumbled into her shoulder.

“You ready to talk about what had you dragging me in here in the middle of the set?” she asked him gently, rubbing his back.

A giggling couple spilled through the door into the bathroom, but once they spotted the two of them sitting there, Steve looking like a sad puppy, they headed right back out the door awkwardly.

“I don’t think I’m a boy,” he quietly confessed into Robin’s hair.

It felt like a weight lifted from his shoulders.

“Do you think you’re a girl? Or something else? Neither?” she asked him. Her tone was so soft and loving that he felt like crying.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I was trying not to think about it for a while there.”

“Let’s swap then!” she said brightly. “You can have my pronouns for a bit, try them on for size. And I’ll take yours.”

“Okay,” he – she – said with a smile.

“Well, then, Miss Stevie. Are you feeling up to going back out now? I think Eddie thinks there was something seriously wrong when you peeled us out of there,” he said.

“Let’s go, Mr. Buckley,” she said, standing and offering a hand out to Robin.

#talanashta writes #september stobin extravaganza #prompt fill #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #coming out #trans steve harrington

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That gif you just posted of Callum in his white shirt gave me an idea:

Modern day AU, Gale is a freshman in university and he signs up for an online tutor. The tutor is John, a TA at another university. They meet twice a week over zoom but as the year goes on it turns from just tutoring to talking about their lives and backgrounds, dreams, etc. John gives Gale his personal number which is against rules but it's fine and soon they start texting about everything.

One late night the texting turns a little spicy. Then the next night a whole lot spicy. And it's just innocent fun, right? Yeah it's technically teacherish and student, but not at the same school and they're literally never going to meet, they don't even know what state the other person is in.

Except one day Gales normal literature TA is sick and the other classes TA fills in for him. It's John. Turns out that they are not only in the same state, but the same school.

He's taking the register and their eyes meet and suddenly there's a lot to talk about.

Oh mylanta 👀 Need this in my life now 🙌

In the states we sometimes have a university that is like a parent university to another, where it’s same system but totally different schools, mascots, rules, traditions… etc. and that’s what I’m picturing for them here. Also, if my tutor looked like Callum in those gifs, my grades would get worse not better because I would be so distracted 🤣

Anyways… perfectionist science nerd Gale who is making a B which gives him hives in some freshman level required course (his grade is so “bad” because he has zero interest in the subject… we’ll go with English for shits and giggles) so he signs up for the tutoring and at first John is like “??? You’re making an 88, why are you in tutoring?” and Gale exasperated is like “Because I’m making an 88, what are you missing here???”

Once they get over that initial misunderstanding though, they are smitten. Gale is enamored with the hot graduate level lit major in his cozy collared long sleeves and John is bewitched by the cute little freshman physics major with his soft sweaters and round glasses. They’re so different but they find they can talk about anything and everything and spend half of their tutoring sessions just talking.

I’m gonna go with they actually go to schools about 5 hours away from each other because I think they would discuss it at some point.

Gale is taken the fuck out when John reads from his personal copy of whatever assigned reading Gale has because there were no copies left at the library. Dealer’s choice which book it is, but basically Gale is so down bad after that Marge is concerned for his health and wellness because obsession like this can’t be healthy, especially not over a dorky ass Lit tutor.

Then they exchange phone numbers and they’re always texting, FaceTiming, sending each other TikTok’s and reels (they won’t follow each other on social media for plausible deniability since this is all very much against the rules). It’s always a little flirty but never crosses any lines until one night Gale sends a picture of himself curled up all cozy with his copy of the latest assigned reading and some tea and gets back a shirtless pic of John at the gym.

It’s all downhill from there because Gale was not aware that dorky ass John was an absolute unit like that and he was already in love but damn. The pictures and texts get saucier until Gale finds a vintage Yankees jersey at the thrift store and take a picture in it for John with just underwear underneath (it wasn’t meant to start anything, really, Gale just meant it to be flirty) and John goes in with a pic of himself hard in his underwear because he might just marry this one if he can figure out how to not get in trouble for everything that’s already been going on.

It turns into full on sexting and it keeps happening and escalates into phone sex until it truly gets out of hand and during one of their scheduled tutoring sessions (yes, they’re still doing those even though Gale is now making a 99 in his latest required English course) Gale mentions how hot it would be if John was actually his professor and they end up talking each other through teacher-student fantasies and getting off during their designated tutor times. They make a pact to keep tutoring, tutoring moving forward.

It’s not all about sex though, they have little FaceTime dates, they talk about the dates they would have if they lived closer. They talk about their hopes and dreams their fears and pasts… they are in love your honor.

John mentions transferring at the end of the spring semester to study under a professor that fits his research focus (don’t come for me, idk how MA’s so I’m taking on an MS approach lol) but doesn’t really bring it up again or say which school. Gale’s taking summer classes because he is a freak and trying to get through undergrad as quickly as possible.

Imagine his surprise when he shows up for his British literature course (he’s now minoring in literature despite his advisors insistence that it’s unnecessary stress) and the TA who will be teaching 50% of the classes is John fucking Egan. Gale waits after and gets dragged into what looks like a closet with a desk (it’s the shared TA office) and gets kissed within an inch of his life. There is zero discussion about whether or not they should be doing this (they shouldn’t, John could get fired and lose his grant and all kinds of other terrible stuff), just how they’re gonna keep this under wraps because they’re well aware they’re not gonna be able to stay away from each other.

I’m gonna go with, they almost get caught a couple of times (they definitely fuck in that tiny TA office more than once) and when John is no longer his TA and they come out as a couple they get some hard side eyes, but that they never truly get caught and they end up living happily ever after and they never quite get over that teacher-student fantasy 😉

#oopsieanswers #mota #clegan

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