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g-xix · 8 months

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Pregnant | Harry Lewis

Hey girlies, here's a Harry oneshot for the W2S girls, requested by someone on Wattpad... Ik Whoetoshaw has alr done way longer + more in depth sort of oneshot for this so creds to her ofc. Here's a cute pic of Harry to prepare you tho:

Very fitting!!! Anyways: Content: Pregnancy scare, female hormones, 2k wordcout CW's: Pregnancy scares + mentions of abortion

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The two bright red lines glared up at me angrily.

I couldn't believe it.

Slapping a hand to my mouth, I felt as though the life around me were distorting, those bright two lines indicating the new life forming in my stomach.

"Y/n? You all alright in there?" Georgia's voice called from outside the bathroom. I felt my hands shaking, I couldn't comprehend it was really true. Tears began burning in the corners of my eyes, distorting the dizzying LED's around me. There was commotion around me- a door slammed open, a familiar face with a look of horror as they looked at me- lay across the bathroom floor- I couldn't tell you what happened in the space of ten minutes, but before I knew it I was sat opposite Georgia in the kitchen- steaming mug of tea in my hands.

She looked at me sombrely, a hot mug in her hands as well.

"So, when are you gonna tell him?" She questioned, raising her mug for a sip.

"Who?"

"Harry."

Oh God. I had to tell Harry. Boyfriend of five years, best friend, considerable soulmate.

And somehow the thought of telling him still made me pale inside.

We'd never talked about babies before... Pregnancy or even babysat for a friend! And having a baby meant a lot of responsibility we hadn't considered. We both had far too much on our plates. I had a nine-to-five, he had all of his YouTube biz, and we barely even had time or thought for holidays together, anymore.

"Soon." I gulped, palely.

...

"We're going out for drinks tonight- Mia and Faith coming along as well, you wanna come?" Harry mentioned casually,

"Oh, yeah sure I-" I choked on my breath as I remembered, coughing and burning my lungs as I hacked up a bit of inhaled saliva. Harry's hand found my back, slapping it as though he were trying to hit the cough out of me. "O-on other notes, I think I'll pass."

"You're not one to pass on meeting up with the girls, you got a bit extra work?" Harry questioned, face showing concern as he tried to read my expression.

I turned my back to him, facing the fridge to avoid eye contact as I responded dejectly.

"Yeah." I spoke shortly. I could feel the burning in my lungs slowly sinking in my stomach and sitting like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Every morning, throwing up had been getting worse and worse. It felt as though no matter what I ate (or didn't eat) for dinner, every morning the sickness hit with the same knee-weakening magnitude. I was sure Harry was asleep most mornings when I threw my body over the toilet bowl, given I woke at 3am with the sickening urges.

And I didn't want him to see me throw up all over the kitchen after missing out on an opportunity to see Faith and Mia again.

"You want me to stay? I don't mind staying in tonight if you wanna spend some time-"

"God's sake, shut up Harry." I snapped "Just go without me- I've never stopped you before, have I."

An uncomfortable silence settled between us, tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

I didn't mean to shout at him- I don't know why I snapped.

"S-sorry." He softly spoke, voice filled with downcasted sadness. His voice only made my heart ache more, and I turned to try and meet his eyes- babble an apology- but as I turned to try and meet his soothing blue eyes, I was instead met with the door closing behind me.

The pull on my heartstrings making the tears well in my eyes was clearly too close to the stomach- as I felt my inside swirling, bile building in my oesophagus.

Before I knew it I was back at the toilet bowl, hands clasped around the lid with my knuckles going white as I had whole body shakes. My eyes squeezed shut, throat burning as I coughed up residual acid that lingered in my throat, spitting out all that amalgamated, nauseating fluid in my mouth.

And then after the coughs, it all began dawning on me again.

No more going out for drinks.

No more spontaneous planning.

No more irresponsibility.

Those coughs began developing into dry heaves, tears trickling down my cheeks as my breathing became erratic, broken cries and raw sounds coming from a throat I couldn't even believe was my own.

My body shook with each cry- weak and unstable- and only trembling more as I realised I wasn't just shaking myself. That tiny life form- a consequence of my carelessness- shook with me with each choked sob.

A vibration from my pocket was pulled out with quivering fingers, spotting Georgia's name.

I swiped on on the accept button, lips sealing together as I tried to zone into Georgia's voice.

"Hey girl, you doing alright?"

"M-maybe... Why, has s-something happened?"

"Not really, just wanted to know- have you told Harry yet or are you still-"

I felt that anger building inside me again. It wasn't her fucking problem- easy for her to pressure me- try and advise me and tell me I ought to tell him despite having zero fucking knowledge on what it feels like-

"GEORGIA, FUCK OFF I DON'T NEED THIS SHIT-" I threw the phone out of the bathroom door, hearing it hit one of the bedroom walls. "FUCK. OfF..."

My voice breaking was the last straw before I began losing it hysterically once more. My throat burnt as more acid crept up my oesophagus and found its way into the toilet, tears streaming down my face like a river now- chest rapidly rising and falling as I clutched at my head- everything making me light hearted.

The lights went off after that.

Pulling the pulley down, the lights went off. I didn't want to be seen. I want to see the reflection of a broken woman who I knew was myself. I cried in the dark instead of facing myself and what had happened.

Until I lay back flat against the cool tiles. I had gone through the motions. Dramatic sobs until there was no more liquid and I could only dry heave- to now- simply staring up at the ceiling, eyes tired and breathing steady with the exception of an occasional erratic choke.

It could have been just a few minutes, or a few hours that I just lay there.

Head empty, stomach empty, body feeling completely light. As though I weren't even alive.

I felt like shit.

I shouldn't have snapped at Harry.

I shouldn't have shouted at Georgia.

I shouldn't have thrown my phone.

I'll tell him when he comes back, Georgia, I spoke internally. Promise. For you.

My mind flicked through the variety of ways he could respond to hearing it. Eventually I filtered it down to a few.

Best case scenario: He's too drunk to understand it and just falls asleep, unable to comprehend what I'd said.

Worst case scenario: He completely sobers up and tells me to leave. Get out, blocks me on everything, does everything in his power to never see me again.

Of course, there were also a few alternatives:

Maybe he would start packing and get ready to spend the night at a friend's to sober up- not believing what he'd heard.

It was a possibility he might pass out from the news.

Or he could agree to support me, but only if I agree to abort it- him- her- whatever it was.

That final thought was sickening. I couldn't abort it. Of course - I physically could have it aborted... But I couldn't do that to something living. A part of me. I didn't like the thought of something growing inside of me- but that didn't mean I was going to be cruel enough to kill it. No matter how poorly Harry reacted.

A jangle of keys outside the door was enough to get me onto my feet- rushing back into the bedroom as I heard the front door opening.

"Y/n?" His voice called from the front room.

I jumped onto the bed, finding my phone and running my finger over the dent it had left in the wall. That would need fixing as well.

"Y/n? You around?" Harry's voice peeked around the door, finding me sat on the bed. Hands held in lap, phone clasped between shaking fingers. I looked at Harry's head, hair scruffy, and the smile on his face sincere. And the lack of redness in his eyes and cheeks gave me the impression he hadn't drank - or at least he hadn't drank much.

"You don't look like you've gone out." I commented on Harry's appearance. He smiled as he entered the bedroom, shutting his door behind him.

"Decided to skip." He responded, leaning his back against the door, holding a plastic baggie in his hands.

You should tell him. The voice spoke in my head. I knew I should. And there was not better time than now to tell him.

"I have something to tell you." "I have something to tell you."

I lowered my head and chucked slightly as the two of us let out laughs, our synchronisation amusing despite the fact it felt as though my heart were going to explode in my chest.

"I'll go first," Harry offered, though I shook my head.

"No, I want to-"

"I can- I don't mind, I mean-"

"No, seriously, Harry. I've got something more... uhm, important."

I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I went. The dip in the bed and the heavy arm that made its way around my shoulder indicated Harry at my side. I couldn't hold it in as again, I felt a choked sob make its way from my lips.

"I'm pregnant, Harry-"

I cut myself off with another pathetic sob, my head burying into Harry's shoulder as he wrapped his other arm around me, cradling and rocking us back and forth. My head ached as I let myself cry onto his hoodie shoulder, my hands weakly grasping onto the soft material as the second batch of tears for the day slipped down my cheeks.

I wiped my nose, pulling away to look at my boyfriend after the worst of the sobbing was over, my tired red eyes meeting his own pacifying blue ones.

"I know." He softly spoke, his lips curling up slightly with a small smile as he watched my expression drop to blank slate instantly.

"W-what?" I stuttered, the words not resonating as I suddenly felt so light it were as though I weren't even there. His eyes curved into little crescents as he giggled.

"I know, Y/n, I know, I know, I know." I closed my eyes, breathing in and out deeply, wanting to pinch my arm. Was I even awake?

"Please explain what the hell is happening," I asked with a short laugh, still not really processing what was happening.

"I figured, Y/n. After all the morning sickness-"

"I thought you were asleep during that?"

"I heard the end of your throwing up and toilet flush in the morning... I feel worse I always woke up too late to help you through it. But I noticed your morning sickness, not coming out to drink, the unusual mood changes..."

"Yeah, sorry for snapping at you." I chuckled, and he just rubbed my back. "So... what now?"

"Well, I went out and I got some things for us- sorry, for you." He pulled the plastic Tesco's bag from the side of the bed, digging through it. "I got you some Häagen-Dazs- the praline flavour because I know it's your favourite- and these flowers because Faith advised to get those on the phone- oh, and also-"

He pulled a fluffy piece of clothing and gestured for me to take it. I couldn't tell what exactly the item was, but as I pulled it apart, I realised it was a tiny little baby one-piece, so small it was barely the side of my head.

It was perfect. He was perfect. My boyfriend, my baby daddy, My Harold. I felt as though I could cry again, but refrained as I turned to face Harry.

"So you're... okay with having a baby?"

"...Yeah." He began nodding his head in self-support. "We can do this."

"You aren't mad or anything?"

"Mad?" He looked aghast at the thought. "Bloody hell, no! I'm actually kind of... excited."

I couldn't believe it. A laugh fell from my lips, realising there wasn't any problems. That Harry was fine with all of it. And he supported it. Me. We were going to be fine.

"Fuck, I love you Harry."

He connected his lips with mine and I couldn't have felt happier as the fireworks in my stomach exploded, lips curling into a smile as I realised:

Maybe it was all gonna be okay.

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ador3sturniolo · 8 months

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chris fic based off the song les by childish gambino🙏🏼

“I kinda hope they catch us”

An - Hey my lovely’s! Sorry I haven’t posted in like a week😨 but I’m back! I’ve just been busy with school and other things so I found some time in my schedule to write for you guys! Im just going to go off a couple lines from the song because I already have a plan for it! anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing - Chris Sturniolo X FemReader

Summary - You and Chris have a private relationship

Warnings - Kissing, (Not proofread, LEAVE ME BE ABOUT THAT 😭)

Requested - Yep!

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Chris and I have been dating for almost 8 months now and we’ve been able to keep it a secret for a long time. It’s not that people haven’t noticed tho. There would be ship edits of us all the time so I don’t think it would be that bad if we went public, but there’s always a couple of people that can’t handle it and have to hate.

“Are you almost ready?” I heard Chris shout from the living room. I’m almost done getting ready for the party we’re about to go too.

“Yeah! Just give me 10 minutes at most!” I should back, starting to hurry up with my hair and makeup so I can get on my outfit. I start to put on my outfit. I put on a small, strapless, and slim black dress. Simple but cute. Chris loves this dress and goes feral whenever he sees me in it. I top it off with a simple necklace and heels. The heels would be easy to walk and dance in. I spray my favorite night out perfume and grab my wallet off the dresser and walk out to Chris. All three of them were in the living room, waiting on me.

“Okay I’m ready.” I say, grabbing the boys attention. I could tell Chris’s jaw was on the floor by his expression. They all get up off the couch and come towards me.

“Wow, I am literally shook. You look so hot.” Nick says as he grabs my hand and twirls me around. I smile at his compliment.

“Thank youuu!” I say with excitement.

“You pulled it off once again” Matt spoke up.

“Oh why thank you.” I say taking a bow and then laughing. Chris doesn’t say anything, just smirks. We didn’t think anything of it and we all started to walk out when Chris grabbed me by my arm and pulled me in close. Matt and Nick didn’t even notice and kept walking.

“What are you doing my love?” I ask tilting my head.

“You know what your doing right? With that dress your wearing right now.” He says eyeing me up and down.

“Well I Hope so.” I say smirking.

“Because god, you look so god damn good right now.” He says biting his lip just barely. I don’t say anything just smirk as I walk out, taking him with me. Me and Chris sit next to each other and I lay my head on his shoulder, holding hands until we get there. We get out of the car and I brush my hair with my fingers before we go in. The smell of alcohol fills my nostrils almost instantly as I step into the building, the music, blasting all through the the building. The room pitch black, but with constant flashing lights, it’s was like the whole room was lit. Nick and Matt walk off together so it’s just me and Chris. To prevent people catching us together, we decide to separate ourselves and go to different parts of the room. I could see that girls kept going up to Chris and talking to him. I decided to brush off and go get a drink. I get a drink and sit down at a table, still making sure I had a view of him. A guys sits down next to me, I hadn’t even noticed him until he started talking to me.

“Well hey there doll.” The man asked sipping on his drink.

I smile awkwardly and look back at the crowd.

“Are you here all by yourself? Need someone to keep you company doll?” The man asked smirking.

“I’m here with someone so no thanks.” I say getting down from my seat and walking into the bathroom. I hood over the sink, gripping on the sides of the sink, looking down, trying to forget what just happened. I start to wash my hands as I hear a knock on the door.

“One second.” I try to shout but with the music I don’t think they would have heard me. I kept hearing more knocks constantly so I went up to the door angrily. I was about to start going off on who was at the door, but when I realized who it was, my gaze softened. It was Chris.

“Hi ba-“ I get cut off by his lips on mine, stoping me from my sentence. I pull back giggling.

“Chris what are you doing” I say with a slight giggle. I feel his arms wrap around my waist as I look up at him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Was that man doing anything bad to you? When you were sitting down.”

“No, I left before he got to do anything else.” I smile at him. He lets out a relief sigh and smiles back as he leans back in. I make my way, and sit on top of the counter, pulling him in between my legs, not breaking the kiss.

“Wait should we close the door?” I say catching my breath. He turn to look at the wide open door. He shakes his head no, and eagerly goes back to kissing me.

“I hope nobody catches us.” I say within the kiss.

“But I kinda hope they catch us” He smirks. I pull back laughing.

“Ooh I like that, trying to be risky.” I say going back in for a kiss. A little bit later I hear a know on the door, someone trying to get our attention, Chris turns around and a look to the side. It was Nick.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Nick says walking in.

“Cant you see we’re busy, can’t you go somewhere else?” Chris says annoyed.

“No, this is the only bathroom that’s kinda available, now can you two get out.” Nick says playfully shoving Chris shoulder.

“Fine.” Chris says helping me off the counter, and going out of the bathroom. I hear my name being shouted from a table not too far. It’s was my friend, who was a boy. Chris dosnt like him very much but I know why. He is a good looking man and lots of girls like him. I go up to him, hugging, I see chris walk off with an annoyed expression, but I brush it off because I only see him as a friend. Chris goes back to where he was before, with girls surrounding him.

It was great to catch up with him considering I haven’t talked to him in a while. I walk over to Chris, nodding to the door saying that I wanted to leave. I leave a couple minutes before he does. Nick and Matt told me that they would get an Uber home, so I decided to drive. I wait in my seat for Chris to come out. I go on my phone while I wait for him. I jumped as I heard the door open and someone gets in.

“Jeez Chris you scared me.” I said with deep breaths.

“Sorry my love.” He says as he pulls me in for a kiss. I pull back, remembering there’s people around us.

“Cant do it here.” I say putting on my seatbelt. He scoffs as he crossed him arms, sinks in his seat and pouts.

“You can be a baby sometimes.” I roll my eyes as he starts making baby noises.

“Okay stop it.” I say laughing, starting the drive.

“Make me.” He says, slightly sitting up in his seat. I don’t make a noise, just focusing on the road. I wait till we get to a red light before I take tissues and form them into a ball and shove it in his mouth. He spits it out instantly and starts scratching his tongue in disgust.

“You are disgusting” He exclaims as I laugh.

“I love youu.” I say trying to make it up to him, still giggling a little.

“Love you too.” He says annoyed. I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek. That cheered him up.

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An - Hey my lovely’s! Sorry if that was cringe or anything! I hope you guys don’t take this the wrong way and think I’m trying to write inappropriate story of Chris 😭 Anyways, I still have more things to write but leave request!!

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andkisses · 9 months

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♡ he's (super) shy | enhypen ♡

ot7!enha headcanon: he’s super shy, super shy

♡ ot7 x gn!reader | wc. 775 total ♡ genres/tropes: fluff! ♡ mentions of/warnings: none (this wasn’t proof read tho </3) ♡ a/n: little something for every member <3 jungwon’s first and the rest below the cut ^^ each part is inspired by lyrics from super shy by newjeans <3 ♡ a/n p2: i apologize for the unannounced absence! i started my new full time job and it’s taken a lot of effort to get into a new rhythm <3 i’ve also been working on a larger upcoming series as well! thank you for your patience ♡ masterlist ♡

✧･ﾟ: * jungwon - “but wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine”

it took all the courage he could muster–he asked you to wait until he could confess properly. the wind blows through your hair and his, making you both tussled messes. jungwon didn’t want to risk losing you, even if he couldn’t bring himself to 100% confess to you yet. he wanted everything to be perfect for you, be brilliant and golden and oh so happy. and you made him so shy–a blush across his cheeks and a smile so wide it was painful. lucky him, with a kiss on that smiling, cheek you tell him he's already just enough–and that you’ve been waiting for this moment for forever

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung - “i'm all nervous ‘cause you’re on my mind all the time”

he thought he was losing his mind with all the thoughts of you—it had never happened before, and if it had, it was nowhere near this intense. everytime he thought of you or something romantic or both, he'd blush even if he was all alone and there was no one to tease him or ask questions. just the idea of you makes his heart race, a nervous pace that overcomes his senses and he’s sent the quick and short text before he can stop himself–i like you. do you like me back? your reply has heeseung experiencing a new kind of nervousness: yes, and i thought you would never ask

✧･ﾟ: * jay - “find a lil' spot, just sit and talk”

he works through his shyness by facing it head on, even if it makes him hot beneath the collar and red at the tips of his ears. he hopes he can blame both on the sun. jay invites you to so many different places under the guise of doing something else–studying, research for a project, anything else to make it not seem like a, well… a date. conveniently, it was only ever you two, and in his shyness he forgot your cleverness. you remind him one day after another outing, placing a kiss on his cheek to say goodbye and wishing the next time to be a real first date. jay’s determined to find the perfect place.

✧･ﾟ: * jake - “my eyes suddenly sparkle when you say i’m your dream”

he's sure he's dreaming–he must be–when you catch up to him on the quad, delicate fingers encircling his wrist. he turns toward you, and you tug him close with an intense look in your gaze, your confession and doubt already tumbling past your lips in a spiel you couldn’t have planned and jake couldn’t have ever expected. sure, he’s dreamt of a moment like this several times over, but having it be real? jake wonders if you see how his eyes sparkle when you do this, pour your heart out and strike past his shyness–should he be just as bold and just show you his feelings instead?

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon - “you don’t even know my name, do ya?”

he’s absolutely certain that you didn’t know his name or even know he existed–or, at least, he was. yeah, you shared several classes and sunghoon has convinced himself you’re in the same major so he’ll get to see you often. but he's him and you're You and sunghoon has also convinced himself that he is merely a spectator to your show–a role he was content enough in. imagine his surprise when you find him after class and bring him a note–a nice envelope graced with your handwriting spelling out his name in perfect letters and–oh, what’s this? you’re blushing too?

✧･ﾟ: * sunoo - “i'm usually pretty talkative, what’s wrong with me?”

he shuts down around you and it drives him insane because sunoo could make a brick wall talk back. he’s also been confident in his conversation skills and his ability to be strong and bold around people. but with you? you're so special, too special–it takes him aback and off guard and it ignites a feeling in him he isn’t used to. sunoo, he realizes, is shy, and he isn’t sure what to do. so, he does what he knows best. sunoo catches you after class, and starts talking, ignoring his shyness and explaining his feels outright and–do you like him too? your hands in his, the red on your cheeks, and your lips against his tell him everything.

✧･ﾟ: * niki - “something odd about you, yeah, you’re special and you know it”

something odd has happened, between you and niki, and while it absolutely terrifies him, this new feeling, it's exciting, enthralling. it makes him shy and question himself but he wants answers more. so, one day, when you come over, he starts asking questions around the edge of what he actually wants to say, gauging your reaction in case he needs to back off and kill these new, shy feelings. imagine his surprise when you start teasing back, your questions striking closer to the confession niki hopes you’ll make–i like you. and then, somehow, without words even–you end up together, sharing a sweet kiss that niki is sure erases his shyness once and for all.

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damiansgoodgirll · 6 months

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heres something with damian: him and reader getting stranded in the airport due to a snowstorm and she cuddles up shyly with him

damian priest x reader

snow outside

you couldn’t believe your flight was getting delayed. well you actually could since there was a snowstorm outside but you really wanted to be home for the weekend and see your family that not even the end of world was going to stop you.

but the snow was increasing and a lot of flights got cancelled and you were worried about your flight too.

“you okay?” damian asked you when he sat next to you.

you just finished to film raw and even if you were supposed to be on different flights, you found yourselves stuck at the airport together.

“my flight is probably getting cancelled…” you whispered, trying everything you could to not to cry.

“mine too…i bet it’s sunny and cold in orlando tho…” he joked and you slightly smiled “are you going back home for a few days?” he asked while sitting next to you.

“i was supposed to before the flight got a four hours delay…” you said while reading all the delays on the screen.

“great…mine just got cancelled…” he said a little annoyed.

“what if i won’t be able to see my family?” you asked him and he could tell you were probably going to cry in any minute.

“hey…come here…” he held you closer “it’s not your fault and your family knows this…it’s just this freaking weather and the fact that we are in canada…and you gotta fly to vegas…i’m pretty sure it’s hot and sunny down there” he joked making you chuckled a little bit “i know how much this means to you…and i’m sure that you’ll see them very soon…” he said “…well, probably not tomorrow since your flight just got cancelled too”

“what?” you almost screamed in exasperation.

“hey hey calm down…take a deep breath for me hermosa…in and out…” damian saw how agitated you were and he was hurting for you. he knew how much you cared for your family and with the fact that you lived in orlando and they were in vegas, he knew you saw them not very often, plus with you being drafted from nxt to raw your life got busier and busier.

“i should call my mom and let her know i’m not visiting them this weekend…she was so excited when i called her yesterday…”

“i know hermosa…i’m so sorry…” he hugged you while you were typing your mum’s number. after calling her and explaining what was happening you felt a little bit more relaxed. you knew she wouldn’t be mad and that she would understand, you were just upset you couldn’t be there for her and your dad.

“it’s pretty cold outside…and here too…” you whispered trying to warm your hands a little bit.

thankfully damian was still hugging you so he didn’t make it awkward when his arm moved closer to your body to keep you closer to his bigger one.

he was cold too but he couldn’t help feeling all warm inside by having you so close.

there was a certain feeling between the two of you. you liked him more than a friend but you never understood his intentions. he was kind with you but he was kind with everyone so that didn’t make it special. he never showed anything that would make it seems like he was interest in you but right now, having him so close to you made you daydream about the relationship you could have.

“what if we share a hotel room?” he asked, waking you from your dream.

“what?”

“i mean…you’re clearly about to fall asleep here and even if i don’t mind you sleeping on me, this would be a very uncomfortable position for you to sleep and it’s clearly too cold here. plus all these people who’s flights been cancelled won’t stop making noise and it’s getting to crowded for my liking…we won’t be able to fly until tomorrow, hopefully the snow stops…and i’d rather sleep on a comfortable bed in a cozy room than staying here…” he said and honestly you were okay with everything he said. you knew there was the airport hotel just a few miles away and that the taxis were still going so before it was too late you both took the opportunity and got to the hotel.

damian got the room and - of course - there was just a bed. you pretended you didn’t care but inside you were the happiest person on earth.

you changed while he took a quick shower and both jumped into bed.

“dam…” you whispered.

“mh?” he turned his head just to see you.

“can you turn the tv on please? i - i can’t fall asleep without the sound…if it bothers you i can try and sleep-…” he didn’t even let you finish that the tv was on “thank you…”

“can i ask you why?” he was curious.

“i started doing it when i started living alone…i’ve always been scared of staying alone at night so the tv helped me calm…”

“but you’re not alone tonight” he almost teased.

“i know it’s just…it helps me you know?” you said shyly.

he loved how you just opened up to him and he honestly wanted to know every single detail of your life but he saw how you were about to fall asleep.

“i know…” he smiled “good night princesa…” he whispered while you closed your eyes. he fell asleep dreaming of more moments like this.

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clementine-writes-things · 7 months

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hey! i saw your post about requests and maaaaybe you’ll be interested in my idea of snape sexting with his gf?🫣 i think he is a master of words and could write some smuttish hot letters/messages to his girl.

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Hooooooo boy, alright anon, buckle up! This is gonna be a bumpy ride, with my own little twist on it! I dedicate this smutshot to the girls, the gays, and Lana Del Rey...

Summary: You get a little cocky over the phone with your boyfriend Severus, and he decides to 'put you in your place'.

Contents: Smut with plot, strong language, dom!Snape, sub!reader, rough sex at the end, sir kink, professor kink, degradation, praise, and aftercare. Y/n uses she/her pronouns. Snape is like a sophisticated, romantic, and classy Dom in this and I LOVE it.

(Please be nice, I haven't written smut in a very long time so I might be rusty! Also, this was not edited or looked over, so there might be mistakes.)

Word Count: idfk I forgot to check and I'm not counting sorry bitches love u tho💗😍 definitely over 1k tho.

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Utterly, completely, wholeheartedly bored.

Bored.

So extremely bored.

A groan escaped your lips as you rolled over on your stomach, legs in the air. You rested your chin in your hand, grabbing the remote to the tv with the other. Mindlessly, you scrolled through the streaming platforms you had, hoping you'd find something interesting to watch.

You lay on the bed in your boyfriend and yours room, staring up at the ceiling, hoping that if you looked long enough something interesting would happen. Like, maybe, the textured details would turn into stars, twinkling in the dimly lit room. Or, maybe something would fall from the ceiling. It would suck, especially having to fix it, but at least you wouldn't be bored.

"It's October, maybe I should watch a horror movie..." You mumbled to yourself.

'Ding'

Placing the remote down, you turned your head to where your phone rested. Groaning, you got up and walked towards the night stand, unplugging your phone from its charger and smiling when you saw a text from your boyfriend.

Severus: Hello, darling. I am afraid I will not be home tonight at the time I promised. I have last minute papers I must grade.

Your nostrils flared as you closed your eyes in frustration.

You: Are you fucking serious? Severus, you've been coming home late almost every single day this month!

Severus: I know, darling. But, these things happen. It will be an hour at most.

You: Whatever, I don't care. Stay as late as you want.

You tossed your phone on your bed, running a hand through your hair. You knew it wasn't his fault, but it still irritated you. It felt like he didn't spend time with you lately. You really missed your boyfriend. All you wanted right now was a hug.

'Ding'

Sighing, you picked up your phone again. Tapping the notification, your screen changed to the conversation between you and Severus. However, you were caught of guard by what he had sent.

Severus: I hope you aren't getting an attitude with me, my love. Just because you're frustrated does not mean you get to act like a spoiled brat. I am not the one that decides when I stay late and how long. Your attitude is misdirected and I strongly suggest you change it before I get home.

Your eyes widened and your breath hitched slightly. Sitting down on the bed, you had an iron grip on your phone, eyes locked on the text he had sent. Tongue swiping across your lips, your mouth suddenly became dry. Would you dare and toy with him? You were extremely bored beforehand, and this sounded like it would be a lot of fun. You typed out a response.

You: Your suggestion has been taken into consideration and I've decided that I will not listen to it.

Severus: Oh? So, this is a game to you now, is it, my love? A fun little game to keep you entertained?

You: Maybe it is. Is there a problem with that, Severus?

Severus: There will be when I get home.

You: Ok, sure.

Suddenly, a video appeared. Severus had recorded a small video of him flexing his hand, the only lighting being that of the candles he had scattered about his office. The orange hues of the small fires highlighted the slightly visible veins on his hand, making them stand out more than they usually do. Your heart nearly skipped a beat. You thought you were toying with him. But, it turns out that it was the opposite.

You: Holy shit.

Severus: You are lucky I even sent that, I should be focusing on work. Or, would you like me to get home even later due to having to entertain you?

You: No! Please, get your work done. I want you to come home as soon as possible.

Severus: And why is that, my love? Are you truly that easy to arouse? Is my hand all it takes to make your heart swell, your breath hitch, your mouth water, your knees weak?

You: Fuck, Severus. Please, get home as soon as possible. I need you so bad. Please.

Severus: I will take my time with my work, darling. It is you who will have to be patient. You've already gotten yourself in trouble tonight, I suggest you don't push your limits.

You: Ok, I'll be patient. I promise.

Severus: That's my girl. I promise, when I get home I will fuck you like you so desperately want. Now, relax and rest until I get home. You're going to need it.

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You had been laying on your bed for the past 30 minutes. The whole time your stomach was in knots. You so badly wanted to touch yourself, it's not like Severus would know. But, you still decided against it. Even if you knew he wouldn't know, you still felt like he would find out. And you did not want to get in any more trouble. If you touched yourself while waiting for him, he might decide against fucking you.

'I need a distraction...'

You yawned, suddenly feeling tired. Though, it was no surprise to you. Last night you didn't get much sleep, if any. Stretching out your legs and arms, you nearly moaned at how good it felt. Glancing over at the alarm clock you had on your nightstand, you read the time.

'9:30 p.m'

You blinked, sleepily. He probably wouldn't be home for another hour. A little sleep wouldn't do any harm. After all, he said to rest because you would need it. Your eyes grew heavy as your head rested against your fluffy pillow. With one last yawn, you succumbed to the comfortable embrace of sleep.

Trudging along the sidewalk, he had finally reached the house he lived in with his girlfriend. Excitement filled his body as he pulled out his house key, which was attached to a lanyard y/n had got him as a joke. It was extremely feminine, which is why she got it as a joke. But, he still used it. He didn't care if he got weird looks because of it. It was soft pink with little white flowers on it. He had actually begun to grow rather fond of it. Any gift from his girlfriend, no matter what it was, he would always treasure.

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3rd Pov:

He swiftly unlocked the door, opening it and closing it behind him. Taking off the lanyard, he placed it in the bowl they had kept by the front door on a table in the corner. He slid his shoes off, sighing in relief as he felt the cool wood floor through his socks. Shrugging off his coat, he hung it on the coat rack and walked upstairs. Once he got the the bedroom door, he opened it carefully and smiled when he saw y/n. She lay curled up in a ball underneath a sea of blankets. He chuckled. She had taken 'get some rest' literally.

As he sat on the other side of the bed, she shifted. A low groan left her lips. He leaned over and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, smiling to himself. Deciding to change into more comfortable wear, he got up and walked to their shared closet. He began to unbutton his shirt when he heard rustling and a slight murmur behind him. A smirk grew across his face.

"I know you are awake, my love. You're terrible at pretending to be asleep." He chuckled to himself.

She groaned, sitting up from her comfortable position on the bed. Stretching out her body, she turned around and faced Severus, noticing that he was just beginning to change his clothes. She shifted in place, already feeling lustful at the sight of him. She had missed him so dearly.

"You look rather comfortable.." He drawled, eyes running over her body.

It was only then did she remember what she was wearing. Even though it was October and the weather had begun to grow cooler, she still wore a pair of light purple sleep shorts and a thin soft yellow spaghetti strap tank top. The heat in their house was on and, as weird as it was, she liked the contrast the warm air had on her skin combined with the cold air from outside. Her nipples were slightly erect due the slight chill in the air.

Focus left her outfit as she returned it back to Severus. He stood before her, looking down at her with piercing dark eyes. A few of the buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing some of his collarbone. With a smooth movement, he reached out and took her chin gently into his hand, tilting it up to force her to look at him with his pointer finger, thumb softly caressing the side of her jaw.

"Tell me, my dear..." He started, his tongue slipping out the delicately lick his lips.

"Have you been good?"

Her heart nearly lept out of her chest, or at least, it tried to. Ever since she had first met Severus, she had always found his demeanor, his intimidating aura to be one of the hottest things ever. The way he looked so menacing, yet so kind on the inside, it was a powerful combination that made her insides churn and burn.

"Yes.." She said, breathlessly.

He rolled his eyes, crouching down to be level with her eye line. Tucking a strand of hand behind her ear, he swiped his thumb across her lips slowly.

"Speak up for me, darling. Have you been good?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

A low groan escaped his lips, enjoying the way that word rolled off her tongue. Like a music note that sent chills down his spine, he cherished it. Standing up, he moved to the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his untamed hair.

"I believe you darling, I know you've been good. I am so very proud of you. You demonstrated such patience tonight, and for that you will be greatly rewarded. But, one must not forget how you acted before. Therefore, you don't deserve to be fucked properly tonight. You will get my cock another night." He stated, very matter o' factly.

She groaned, preparing to protest. However, he bent over in one swift motion and grabbed her ankles, dragging her towards the edge of the bed. Bringing his hand up, he pressed his finger against her lips.

"I don't think you are in any place to complain or argue, love. I'm still going to treat you tonight, just not the way you wanted. We can't always get what we want, now can we darling?" The words rolled of his tongue so sickeningly smooth, like honey.

She nodded, deciding that ultimately, he was right.

"No, we can't. You're right, sir."

Releasing her from his grip, he allowed her to get comfortable on the bed as he stood back up. He began to unbutton the rest of his shirt, allowing it to fall off his body. His pale chest was illuminated faintly by the candles lit in the room, flickering gently.

"First, you will give me what I want. Then, I'll please you like you so badly crave. Are you okay with that, darling?" He asked, always wanting to make sure she was ok with things first.

She nodded, watching eagerly as he began to remove his belt. Eyes locked on the large bulge in his pants. He groaned softly as he removed his pants, kicking them off his feet swiftly.

"Come here, darling. On the floor right her- wait - grab a pillow, please."

She grabbed a pillow and brought it over to him. Taking it from her hands, he placed it on the floor in front of him.

"Kneel right there my love, yes, there you go. Comfortable?" He cooed.

She nodded and smiled, grateful that he wanted to make sure she wasn't in pain during this. His fingers ran through her hair, taking a piece of it and tugging on it lightly, smirking to himself as she let out a soft yelp.

"I'm always amazed by how beautiful you look like this, on your knees, waiting to please me. Do you feel beautiful, my love?" His eyes were brimming with lust and love.

Shrugging, she nodded, half-heartedly. A frown was plastered across Severus' face. He tutted, running his calloused thumb across her cheek.

"Well, that won't do, now will it? No. Don't worry my love, I'll make you feel beautiful. Just like you should feel. Now, be good and get to work, hm?"

His words made her shiver, always fascinated by how romantic he made their intimate moments. Even if they were intense and rough moments, he always managed to make it romantic and passionate. It tugged at her heartstrings and encapsulated her. Shaking out of her thoughts, she reached forward and palmed at the prominent bulge in his briefs. A hiss left his mouth, showing that he was already very sensitive down there. Hastily, she pulled his underwear down, his cock popping out and hitting his lower stomach.

"Don't tease me, love. I'm not in the mood for any games." He warned, and she knew better than to take that for granted.

Listening to him, she got right to work. Her hand found it's way around his shaft and began to pump up and down, thumb gliding over the tip, causing a soft groan to escape his lips. She dragged her tongue over the vein on the bottom of he shaft, the salty and bitter taste of skin and sweat gathering on her taste buds.

"That's it, keeping going honey. You're doing so good." Severus sighed.

His praise drove her crazy, making her relax her throat and take all of him in her mouth at once. She gagged on the length and winced as the tip slammed against the back of her throat. Once she adjusted to the size, her head began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around in a frenzy, not knowing if it was even causing any pleasure for her boyfriend. However, her speculations were thrown out the window when she felt him grip a handful of her hair and tug on it. She groaned, the vibrations traveling down his dick, making him groan as well. Her mind was clouded with lust and want, all she could think about was getting him to the point of pleasure he wanted, and she wanted as well. Bringing her hands up she started to softly grip his balls, rubbing them while continuing to guide his dick down her throat. The only sounds in the room were of her wet and muffled gags and his ragged breathing as he reached the precipice of his climax.

"Mmm, darling, I-I'm almost there. Keep going." He moaned softly, hand firmly planted behind her head.

Not even five seconds later, he had squinted his eyes closed, dick twitching in her mouth and let out a moan as he released himself down her throat. He quickly pulled out and left the room without a word. Y/n sat there on the floor, confused, cum dripping down her throat and her lips. Before she could state to question anything, Severus had come back. In hand was a damp washcloth and a glass of what looked to be juice. He knelt down, handing the glass to you as he used the washcloth to wipe the excess cum off her face. Once he was done, he placed the washcloth on the vanity across from him.

"Here, drink this. I don't care what people say about sex, it doesn't take a genius to know that cum does not taste pleasant." He commented, grabbing the glass of juice and holding it to her lips.

She titled her head back and opened her mouth slightly, letting the juice trickle into her mouth before she swallowed it. Relief washed over her body as the salty-thick feeling and taste of the substance went away. When Severus knew the taste had gone away, he placed the glass next to the washcloth. He bent over and picked y/n up, placing her gently on the bed. His face was still flushed, recovering from the orgasm he had just experienced.

"Are you ready darling?" He questioned.

Nodding, she smiled.

He tutted and traced his fingers delicately over her hips.

"I need words, darling."

He needed words, but his words alone were driving her crazy as it was. She could barely even speak, captivated by the man above her. The orange hues from the candles in the room illuminated his figure. He looked like an angel. A dark angel, with a warm soul.

"Y-Yes, Severus. I'm ready." Her voice was shaky, anxious for what was to come.

A smirk tugged at his lips as they trailed down her body, planting chaste kisses as they went. The warm and wet feeling of his tongue sent goosebumps down her skin as he dragged it down her naval.

"Does that feel good, my love?" He mused.

All she could do was gasp in response, as shortly after he hooked a finger under the waistband of her shorts and tugged on it, letting it slap back against her skin. Her reaction caused him to chuckle softly.

"Yeah? Sorry, tell me again, does it feel good?" He toyed with her.

His hands now fully pulled her shorts down, along with her panties, revealing her vagina to him. The shimmering glisten of her arousal was slathered all around her labia. Severus' eyes grew as he saw a small trickle trail down the curve of her ass. With his finger, he tossed the pair of panties to the side. A cruel grin grew on his face as he blew softly against her center, causing her to let out a soft whimper and her hips to buck. Instantly, Severus gripped her thighs with his hands and slammed them down.

"Darling, am I going to have to restrain you?" His voice was teasing, but his question was genuine.

She quickly shook her head.

"N-No, I'll be still, I promise." She pleaded.

He raised an eyebrow, not fully believing her.

"If I find you cannot remain still for your treat, then I will be forced to restrain you, my dear. You understand?"

"Yes, I understand, sir." She batted her eyes seductively towards him.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he looked back down towards her dripping core. For a minute, he contemplated diving right in. Licking up her arousal and curling his fingers deep inside of her, watching her squirm. But, he stopped. Sitting up, he grabbed y/n's hand and placed it over her clothed breast.

"Darling, I want you to touch yourself. But, only your chest. Do you understand? I will be right back."

Without another word he left the room, yet again. A groan left y/n's throat, irritated how often he kept leaving. However, she listened to him and began to grope her chest. Although it wasn't that satisfying, it did manage to keep her aroused until he came back.

"I'm sorry dear, that's the last time I will leave. I promise." He apologized, sincerely before nestling himself between her legs again.

"I wanted to make sure my hands were clean before I touched you. I wouldn't be pleased with myself if my recklessness caused you to be in pain from a UTI or something of the matter." His tone was soft and caring, causing y/n's heart to melt.

"Oh, Severus, that's so kind of y-you...mmm.." She began to thank him, but was swiftly cut off by the feeling of his thumb pressed against her clit gently.

A low chuckle could be heard from Severus.

"Mmm, what was that, my dear?" He taunted.

Y/n gripped the headboard, wishing to keep her promise of not moving. She frowned.

"Severus, please, I want more than that!" She pleaded.

Rolling his eyes, he reached up and pinched her nipple roughly through her thin tank top. A yelp left her throat and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"What the fuck!?"

"You will be patient, just like you were earlier. I said I would please you, and I am."

His thumb rubbed across her clit at an agonizingly slow pace, his pointer finger on his other hand lazily tracing around her labia. All the while, his breath wafted against her teasingly.

"Well, maybe if you did a better job I wouldn't be so impatient..."

Severus froze, unsure if he had heard her correctly. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. The grip he had on her thighs had gotten stronger. Letting out a breath, he loosened his grip and climbed up, hovering directly over y/n.

"Are you really this immature, y/n? Acting out like a spoiled brat when you don't get your way? Hm? I suppose you think that was a clever thing to say, right?" His tone had grown darker, obviously fed up with how irritating y/n had been acting tonight.

"I-.. Um.." She trailed.

"Oh? Suddenly you're out of witty remarks? No comebacks?" He sneered.

She did not know what to say anymore, she did not think before she spoke. And now, she was going to pay the price. Roughly, she was brought out of her thoughts as she felt a calloused hand grip her throat, just tight enough to catch her attention.

"Yeah, not so mouthy anymore, hm? Can't sass me when I've got my hand wrapped around your throat, isn't that right?" He mocked.

A strangled whimper left y/n's throat, squirming underneath him. But, as soon as he had put his hand there, he had removed it. It caught y/n offgaurd for sure, leaving her confused.

"Right, I'm done playing games with you. You wanted to be pleased and that's what you're going to get. No more beating around the bush, no more of that bratty attitude, and no more sass."

Without another second to spare, he went right back between her legs and attached his mouth to her center, tongue instantly pushing inside. Y/n's hand instantly shot to his hair and gripped it tightly, arching her back slightly.

"Fuck! Severus!" She moaned.

He just groaned in response, muffled between her legs which he grasped firmly. The sound of him slurping up her arousal and deep groans filled y/n's mind. She was lost in the sensation, a cloud of lust and arousal filling up her stomach. His hand crawled up her stomach and slid underneath her tank top, roughly squeezing her breast. Y/n squirmed underneath him, the pleasure, although amazing, made her body writhe as a reflex.

Severus growled.

"Stay still!"

He hooked his arms underneath her legs, drawing them over his chest as he leaned forward, causing y/n's knees to press against her chest. Severus continued his frenzy against her core, lapping up all of her arousal. Her back arched even further, signalling that she was close. Instantly, Severus slid two fingers in, curling them up into her soft flesh. A loud and, rather pornographic moan, erupted from y/n's mouth. He chuckled against her skin, enjoying the effect he had on her.

"Yeah? You close? Oh, I bet you wanna cum so badly, hm? Is that what you want? Tell me what you want, darling."

His voice was so encouraging that it almost felt condescending in a way, most likely a mock at how she had once been so cocky and confident, and now she was writhing underneath him and whimpering.

"Y-Yes! Wanna cum, sir! Please.." She forced out, in a wispy breath.

"That's my girl.." He cooed.

With a few more curls of his fingers, her walls tightened around him and relaxed as her orgasm rushed through her. Severus attached his lips to her center, making sure to swallow every bit of her arousal. When he was satisfied, his head drew up, a string of saliva connected from her clit to his lower lip. Both of them were breathing heavily, and as Snape stood up he wiped the arousal off his chin with his thumb and licked it off.

"Stay right there, darling."

Going in the hallway, he grabbed another washcloth from the closet and ran it under the sink in the bathroom. Ringing it out, he made his way back to the bedroom and smiled when he saw y/n. She was trying to sit up, but was too sore to do so. Chuckling, Snape sat next to her and began to wipe down her inner legs, stomach, and anywhere else that needed to be cleaned. Once he was certain she was fully clean, he did the same to himself. Letting out a sigh, he climbed into the sheets next to his lover. He placed his chin on her shoulder, planting a kiss on her neck.

"Was I too rough, darling?" He asked, concern laced his voice.

She shook her head.

"No, you weren't. I'm sorry I was so..." She trailed.

"Infuriating?" He whispered lowly in her ear, sending chills down her spine.

Rolling her eyes she reluctantly agreed.

"Yes. Infuriating."

Severus wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her half naked body against his fully naked body. He rubbed a hand over her lower stomach, providing some comfort to the soreness.

"Well, next time you should just listen to me. If I tell you I'll please you, I will darling. I'd never leave you feeling uncared for."

She nodded.

"I know, Sev. I've just been a little frustrated lately. I feel like we don't spend quality time with each other anymore." She sighed.

"You're right, we don't. I'm sorry my work has been keeping me away. But, I'm always here darling. And when this hectic chaos at work is over, I'll make for all lost time. I'll never leave you. You understand that, right?"

She turned around to face him, smiling and eyes full of love.

"Yes, I understand. I love you, Severus."

"I love you too, y/n."

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aeshiiteiru · 11 months

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Stars around my scars

— Sigma noticed his s/o falling into depression and comforts them

—Warnings & Notes

sfw | angst

|| Hey, hey! Sorry for the long wait, I've been quite busy, but that doesn't mean I forgot about you all!! I'm working on all the requests ^3^ (also, this was a request, but I accidentally deleted the ask! I hope the anon will still find it T^T)

|| hurt/comfort, gn! reader, self-harm, and depression!! (If you're sensitive, please don't interact!!!), I think there was some cussing, not sure, tho!, not beta read we die like bsd parents

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Sigma is a busy man. Being the manager of a big and successful Casino takes up a lot of his time, so having some alone time with you is not always possible. But even then, even while not spending as much time with you, he noticed. He noticed how distant you were. He noticed the blank expression on your face, the forced smile you gave him, and the "I'm fine," you responded with whenever he asked if something was wrong. He didn't understand what was happening at first, thinking maybe someone said something that made you feel upset. His mission was to find out what was wrong. He started observing your behavior closely, trying to figure it out himself. He could've gained that information by a simple touch, that was an option with his ability, but he knew that that would be forced and he promised himself to never use his ability on you without your consent.

That left him with just analyzing your behavior, your answers, and just trying to understand your feelings. During one of his observations, he noticed that you started wearing more covering clothes. He thought it was weird. After all, it was so hot outside. Who would want to wear long-sleeved shirts and hoodies? That's when it clicked. That was the moment he connected all the dots and started panicking. You weren't harming yourself…right? He hoped it was just his mind making him worry for no reason, but there was this feeling of distress, the feeling that he needed to confront you right now, make sure everything was actually alright. So that's what he did. He took the nearest opportunity to leave his office and find you. He didn't care that he was going to miss a meeting, none of that mattered to him. The only thing on his mind was you and the worry for your well-being.

He found you in one of the casino rooms, sitting on the couch, observing as some players made bets. He immediately came up to you, reaching his hand out to you, hoping for you to take it so that the two of you can go into an empty room and talk. You were confused at first, looking at him and wondering why he wasn't at one of his meetings. You didn't question it, though. You just took his hand and stood up from the soft cushions. He took the lead, bringing you inside one of the empty rooms and closing the door behind him, trying to make sure you two had full privacy. "…so, why did you bring me here?" you asked, still confused. He gave you a rather sad look, trying to find the right words to start the topic. "Well, I've come to notice your shift in behavior…and your suspicious choice of clothing. Is there something wrong? Do you want to talk about it..?", he said gently, making sure not to scare you off immediately. You were very caught off guard. You didn't think he would actually notice it, considering you haven't really seen him for longer than 2 hours every three days or so.

You took a seat on one of the chairs, fidgeting with the sleeve of your hoodie. It was clear you were nervous, trying to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth. Sigma waited in silence, giving you as much time as you needed. The silence and your reaction only confirmed his suspicions. Five minutes went by, although to you, it felt like hours. You couldn't look him in the eyes, afraid he would be judging you. With a shaky breath, you finally spoke up, trying to stop this suffocating silence. "I…I'm not doing good…I've been missing my will to live, feeling numb all over my body, yet my heart always ached even though it felt empty. I've been very lonely, no one to talk to…", you explained briefly. Sigma was hurt, to say the least. Lonely? Why did you feel lonely if he was here? That's when he understood. He wasn't actually here. He didn't give you the attention you needed. He neglected you because of his work.

He felt awful, the guild building up in him. He started apologizing for not being there for you when you needed him, but you stopped him immediately. "You don't need to apologize, I understand. Besides…it's not just you. A lot has happened lately. I got kicked out of university because I was missing too many classes because of work, and I lost my job because I was always late since I had classes beforehand. I have to move out of my apartment soon because I can't pay the rent anymore and my [instert pet] died…currently, my life looks like some cheesy ass movie plot line, and that's utterly ridiculous!" you explained, noticing how stupid that sounds. Sigma tried to process all this information, trying to understand why you didn't tell him, why didn't you share your problems with him? Before he could even ask you, you already spoke up again. "Before you ask, I didn't want to trouble you. I know you're busy, and I just didn't want to burden you with my issues. "you exclaimed. Sigma was shocked, just in disbelief. Is that the impression he gave you? That you can't come to talk to him because he's busy? It was ridiculous to him, and he needed to get it inside your head that no matter how busy he was, he would always find time for you and help you with your problems.

"This is stupid. Dear, please, you can ALWAYS talk to me when things get hard for you, you don't have to pretend like everything is okay. I really didn't want to neglect you like this, and I'm incredibly sorry for making you think you can't talk to me. We can work everything out together, I'm here for you. I might not be able to help with the university, but how about you work here at the casino? I wouldn't mind having an amazing assistant. Your apartment? Move out and come live with me here in the casino. You know what my "house" part of the casino looks like, I'm sure you'll feel at home in no time. And about your [insert pet]…my condolences, I know how much they meant to you. I'll make sure to give them a proper funeral." spoke Sigma.

He gave you the hope you lost some time ago, and you couldn't help but shed tears at his words, at the fact that he cared. Sigma kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his and looking at the sleeves. He sent you a look, asking whether it's okay for him to take a look. You just nodded slightly, allowing him to roll up your sleeves to reveal the many, many small and big cuts along both your arms. This view absolutely broke Sigma. You were scared he felt disgusted by them. You tried to pull away, but his grip on your hands remained. He finally spoke up, pure sorrow in his voice. "But…why the self-harm? What is the reason behind it?"Sigma tried really hard to understand. He wanted to know so that he could think of something to prevent it from repeating in the future. You only looked away, feeling pure embarrassment.

“It…it helped me with the numbness..it made me feel something. It was the only way for me to recognize myself as a living being." The following words just left your mouth before you could even process your thoughts. "You must feel disgusted by them, I'm sorry, I'll make sure to cover them up better…I'm just embarrassed by them."Sigma immediately stopped you by squeezing your hands again, this time reassuringly. "Disgusted? Never. And don't you dare feel embarrassed by it. It's understandable, but don't do it in the future, or ever. Understood?" he inquired, and you only nodded, tears streaming down your face. Sigma just looked at you, and his gaze was soon on your arms again.

He let out a quiet sigh and brought his face closer to your arms. He started kissing every single one of your scars with utmost care. This action left you shocked. You suddenly just felt overwhelmed with emotions. The small tears quickly turned into full-on sobs as he continued to leave little kisses on your arms, no scar left out. Once he was finished, he looked back at your face, giving you a small smile. "This doesn't make me change my thoughts about you, dear. You're still the same person I fell for, and I'll help you get through this hard time. So please, be honest with me in the future. I love and care about you." he whispered and stood back up. The two of you talked about your problems and found further multiple solutions to them. You felt so good about yourself now, seeing that there is actually someone who cares unconditionally.

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claires-mind1 · 11 months

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All Yours

Jake Sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

notes: i don't even know how to properly use this app and I'm not a good writer I'm still learning. so expect grammatical errors and typos. i literally cannot do this i think about him every single second of the day.

neytiri doesn't exist here I'M SORRY i love her sm and i feel so bad but fr tho girl don't know what to do with all that Imao. sorry girl but you HAVE to share. and this is purely just smut so there's no specific background of the characters.

summary: In which Jake reminds you that he only belongs to you.

warnings: alcohol consumption, jealous reader, reader almost beating up some bitch, lack of using y/n cuz that shit turns me off, extremely soft!dom jake, shy reader, reader is drunk, sexual confessions, this is so filthy, oral fem!receiving, face-sitting, squirting, overstimulation, reader cries from pleasure, LOTS of fluff, praise kink, jake finds reader so adorable, extreme size kink, possessive behaviour but it's fluffy, they're just so in love, established relationship.

“If i ever hear you talking about my husband like that again, I'll cut this damn braid off that you're not gon' be able to think about any man ever in that dumb little brain of yours.”

Jake's eyes widen as everyone gasps. it hasn't even been five minutes since you left him with his warriors, saying you were gonna get drinks. he didn't even wanna come to this stupid party in the first place, but seeing you so excited for your friend's birthday and the fact that he can't let you be drunk out here all alone was enough reason for him to get along.

there you were, with your left hand tightly tugged around a girl's queue and your other hand pressing her wrists together on her back. you softly slam her head on the tree as you speak. the people can't do anything but watch since they all knew about your deep hatred for the girl for flirting with jake every chance she gets from the beginning.

normally you wouldn't care since this happens everyday. almost all of the pandora girls had their eyes on him since he arrived, even the mated ones. and you can't really blame them because you've been drooling over him too. but since you knew your feelings were reciprocated, the rest is history.

you, on the other hand, is no different. boys literally fight everyday to get a chance to court you. but then you and jake mated and no man ever dared to touch toruk macto's mate since jake always makes sure the whole clan knows that you're taken, that you belong to him. and now you guess it's your time to express that the olo'eyktan too, is yours and yours alone.

your eyes slightly red under the influence of alcohol as your thoughts go back to how she giggled talking about all the intimate positions she wants jake to put her in. well what she didn't know was that you and your mate had tried each and every single one of them already.

your ears perks up at your mate's voice calling your name and you turn to see jake walking fast towards you. he pulls you from the girl and checks your body for any bruises. your gaze softening as you look at his worried state but quickly turns into a frown when he apologizes to everyone for you and put his hand around your waist, proceeding to walk you home. but you don't say anything because of your lack of energy and the effect of alcohol making your knees weak as you hiss softly.

“are you okay, baby?” jake asks you now that you both are away from the crowd. your knees only getting weaker at his voice almost losing your balance. that goddamn pet name. and the way he says it so casually. his arm tightened around your waist as his other hand comes up to hold your tiny one at his side helping your body up. you feel hot at his touch and barely processed his question.

he hums looking at you who's completely looking down, too flustered to look at him, the pandora ground suddenly being interesting. no matter how much intimate you two have been, you can't help but be shy in these moments. eyes looking at his hand that's holding your tiny one. both of your hands would easily fit in his one palm. looking at those slender fingers reminds you of those nights when he showed you what they were able to do, what places they were able to reach.

your small steps suddenly stops as you remembered his question, “no.” you whisper just enough for him to hear, as you squeeze his hand. you take a deep breath and look up at him, and jake swears, he's never seen such an ethereal being as you and he still couldn't believe that you were his. he patiently waits as you try to speak but kept getting lost in his gaze.

“carry me.” you don't know what got into you as you say your words loud enough for him to hear, suddenly feeling the need to be closer to him. he doesn't hesitate as he proceed to pick you up in bridal style but you stop him and stand in front of him with his hands still around your waist. he gasps when you suddenly jump wrapping your legs around his waist. his hands immediately tighten around your hips to hold you up, afraid you might fall. “like this.” you say near his ear as his breath hitches feeling your own.

“but we're in public sweetheart,”

“and? we're not doing anything?”

you press yourself harder against him and bury your face into his neck. he starts walking and you can't help but notice how strong he is, again, carrying you like you weigh as a feather. you wonder how he felt when he saw your jealous state moments ago. did he find you hot and wanted to kiss you right there just like you did whenever he showed his possessive side? or did he just think that you're an insecure annoying bitch?

him on the other hand though, he sure as hell went with the first one. and he's gonna make sure you know that.

“you do know that I'm all yours right?” and he even dared to press a quick kiss on your shoulder after saying that, like a fucking cherry on top. you almost let a moan out as you unintentionally pressed the specific part of your body between your legs against his pelvic bone, your thighs slightly shaking at the friction. and that alone was enough for jake to know what was up.

he smiles as he gives more kisses on your shoulder and you whine when he starts pressing your body to his. his ears twitching when dick hardening moans of his name fell off your soft lips. “shh, we're here baby,” he walks past the entrance of the tent that you both share. he sits down on the mat and attempts to lift you off his lap before you straddle his thighs again. “no! stay.”

you swipe your thumb against his lips before eagerly kissing him. he returns the same energy, you both only stopping to take breaths. “gotta clean you up baby, aren't you tired?” he asks and you can only shake your head as you're too busy biting and kissing his neck, you smile when you feel his cock right under you. you're sure that your loincloth is soaked as you grind on him.

he feels like he might accidently fuck your brains out right here from the way you're grinding your cunt on his very much hardened dick. he can literally feel how wet you are from the way your slick's transferring through your loincloth to his own. and the way you're marking his body up isn't helping either. especially when he knows why you're doing it all considering usually, he's the one who does it. but he held back, letting you do whatever you want to him.

but when he notices you getting rougher with your ministrations, “are you in heat baby?” he jokes. and you stop momentarily to look him straight in the eyes, making sure to let him see your lust filled ones. “I'm always in heat for you jake,” little smooch to his lips before continuing, “just want you.” you pant against his lips as if you just ran a thousand miles. “want you so bad.” and you're back on his lips. and god it's turning you on even more that he's just under you, taking all that you give.

“you have me, sweet girl.” he says before pressing his lips to yours harshly. and that made you pull away looking at him taking deep breaths. you want him to know how fucking deep he got you in love with him. so you start, “Jake...”

“yeah?” he responds, all ready to hear you out, so ready to take whatever you're willing to give him. your grip on his shoulder tightens at the simple yeah, it's almost embarrassing that he knows the effect he has on you. must he really do this to you? for fuck's sake, you're willing to give him all of you, your heart, your mind, body and soul. hell, you would even die for him without thinking twice if it comes to any certain circumstances.

“you know, you are so beautiful, so so, so—” you emphasize each word, making sure he hears what you're saying. you can barely hear yourself as you struggle to speak. you feel like you're dreaming, and you wish to live in this dream forever. he encourages you, drawing tiny circles on your thigh with his thumb.

you cup his face in your hands and he leans into your touch. he smiles as he watches you adoringly tracing your fingers through each of his freckles. you fight the sudden urge to bite his lips until he bleeds into your mouth when you runs your thumb on his under lip, not that he'd mind.

“I love you, i love you. so, so much. it's too much sometimes I can barely feel myself, you're everywhere, I feel you everywhere, it's overwhelming.” your eyes are completely set on his lips and you know he's watching you, observing your every movement.

you throw yourself even closer to him, pressing your body impossibly hard to his own. “I want you close, always. I just want you to never leave me. I want you to hold me like this forever. I just—” your hands travel down to his chest, to his broad shoulders and to his thick and veiny arms, before coming down to his hands that are placed securely on your hips, thumbs grazing the dip of your waist.

you take one of his hands into your own, bringing it up between the two of your bodies. you wrap your small fingers to his pinky, admiring the difference before you place the large hand above your left breast, right where your heart beats for him.

Jake feels like he's the one who's drunk, he's never seen you this vulnerable before. it's not that he doesn't know about your feelings for him, you're literally the love of his life. your mind is connected to his own. even without making the bond, he can tell how you're feeling just by taking one look at your face. you're like an open book for him, so easy to read.

now looking at his hand, you took a deep breath before continuing, “when you're away and I'm home early, and I'm feeling—” you almost choke on your words and his smile only widen. you're so adorable, “needy? for me?” he coos. you nod shyly, “ye—yes, for you.” you stutter.

he hums, urging you to go on, and you do. “I try to do it like you do.” your voice now coming out slow and quiet. he always found your shy demeanour amusing, “do what? touch yourself?” he teases you even more when he sees that you started grinding down on his thigh, a movement so insignificant that only a person who's watching you as intense as jake can notice.

“hm-mhm, and it doesn't feel good, actually, it's nothing compared to what your fingers can do!” you whine, small fingers tightening their hold on his hand to show him what you mean, “and even if it does, I don't like it. I only want you to do it.” and jake curses internally.

“well it's a good thing you have me then.” with that, his hand slowly crawls out of your tiny palms to make their way between your legs. and your mind slowly goes insane as your arousal takes over your body. his hand disappears inside your loincloth before placing his thumb right on your clit directly, your body stiffening when he does so.

“it's all yours baby, I'm all yours. every part of my body belongs to you.”

“all mine?”

“yes, all yours.”

“all mine?” again. say it again.

“yes, baby. all yours. my fingers, my thighs, my mouth, my tongue, my heart and my cock. it's all yours, doll. I'm all yours.”

not a single sign of hesitation in his voice as he referred to all parts of his body that he let you use and own. he would repeat it all a million times and more if you wanted him to.

you thought you would last at least ten minutes before he makes you snap. “undress me.” you order before smacking your lips to his own. he was taken a back by your sudden demand but obliged nonetheless.

when you're fully naked, you try to lift yourself off of him so that you can submit to him and show him that you belong to him too. excitement rushing through your veins as you can't wait for him to dick you down like you're his personal whore.(you are).

that, was until he gently placed you back down on his lap. “I can't, I'm too tired.” he doesn't reply and instead, he lays himself down before moving you further up. what? and before you knew it, he somehow manhandled you into sitting on his stomach. what's happening? you thought he wanted you to ride him? but the next words that flew from his mouth made your jaw wide open.

“sit on my face.” he didn't have to say it. cocky bastard, you're so damn sure that he just wanted to get a reaction out of you. he can literally make your body move however he wants. he could've just sat you down on his face if he so desperately wants it, but no. he just had to say it, with such a seductive voice that it made your body filled with need.

the mere sound of him saying it was enough to make blood rush into your cheeks. it was just so lewd and tainted, both of your palms come up to cover your face while jake chuckles at the sight. you can lie and say that you don't wanna do it, but your body is already giving in. he can feel your wetness literally dripping down on his abs.

“I can't. I'll crush you.” your voice so small and fragile, full of uncertainty, and it only fuels him to prove you wrong.

“I'd like to see you try.” he says with a smug face. the act wasn't unfamiliar to you, Jake has eaten you out plenty of times before. it's just the position. you don't know how'd he even come up with that, you can only guess it's some sort of sky people stuff.

“c'mon baby, up. want you on my tongue baby, please.” there he is, he knows you'll eventually give in. he knows you'd do anything he asks and now, he's asking—no, more like begging to pleasure you? fuck, one must be fucking mentally insane to not want jake sully's face between their thighs.

you find yourself fantasizing about it even though your mate is literally waiting under you to make your fantasy come true. you both haven't been giving that much time into foreplay lately, though jake always insists on getting you ready for his cock with his fingers stretching you out. so eager to just feel each other, considering you both being busy with your duties all day.

but when you do it though, you both get so into it, especially jake. he makes it feel like it was the actual sex. you would beg for his cock and eventually give up, knowing he wouldn't stop until he's fully satisfied. so many nights, he's fingered you to sleep, keeping them inside your warm walls for the whole night, you'd wake up so guilty that you passed out on him without having him inside you. but he would quickly get you out of your thoughts, curling his calloused fingers inside you, still soaked with your cum, “morning, princess.”

but you can't blame him, you're just too beautiful. it arouses him, to watch you fall apart for him from the simplest touches. going down on you has always been one of his most favourite activities to do. sometimes he feels like he doesn't even need to fuck you. he could easily get off just from eating you out without touching himself.

he loves it. the way you'd desperately grab his hair and rut onto his face as he does everything in his power to get you off the edge. pushing his face into you as deep as he can, your slippery entrance swallowing his tongue inside, nose putting just the right amount of pressure onto your clit. these are moments where he gets the privilege of drowning in you. he can see you, hear you, smell you, taste you.

while you were distracted, he's already moved you up to his face, legs spreading on either side of his head, it's only when you feel him kissing your sticky clit, that you notice everything. your hips moves away almost immediately, it feels so lewd. but you can't go far of course, with the way his hands are gripping your hips, keeping you in place.

and Jake being the best mate he is, realized he's going too fast. so he takes his sweet time teasing you, trailing sloppy kisses closer to your core. his nips and licks at your arousal that are dripping down your thighs. “shh it's okay, i promise.” his eyes drinking up the way you pussy glistens and clenches around nothing as he smirks against your inner thighs. he knows you'll be begging to get his tongue inside you within minutes.

when he feels you getting relaxed, “that's my girl.” that was all he said before he hungrily nudges his nose against your swollen bud, taking a deep sniff of your arousal. his eyes are tightly shut when he smells your sweet scent. he takes the pink muscle out of his mouth before tracing the length of your cunt with it.

he starts to roll your hips on his face causing deep moans to come out from the both of you. the way he eats you is so, slow and sensual, as if you're the most expensive dish in the world. he takes his time with you, and it makes you feel even more frustrated. he rocks you against his face, tongue eagerly lapping up the essence coming out of you. “taste so sweet.” Jake mumbles, pressing a long kiss to your clit earning a loud breathy moan out of you.

his grip on your hips loosens from time to time willing to let you take control. he needs to keep his hands on you to not touch himself, it was supposed to be about you and he's making sure it stays that way. eyes tightly shut as he tries his best to ignore the ache between his own legs and he's not gonna lie, his cock is now so sensitive that he's sure the slightest touch against it would instantly make him cum, you just taste that good for him. but he ignores it, his full concentration only on you as his brows furrowed, focusing on your release.

but you can't. the moment you realize he's not guiding you anymore, you're lost. you're completely lost, your hips losing rhythm as your built-up orgasm is rudely interrupted by no other but you. you know he just wanted to let you know that you have complete control over him, that you can ride and use his face however you want.

it's not the same doing it all on your own. usually, you wouldn't even know anything, mind blank as you just lay on your back, letting him do all the work because you knew he'd take care of you. and he does. but now that you are the one who's doing it, it doesn't feel the same. it doesn't feel good.

so you just can't help but writhe above him not knowing what to do, your dripping cunt hovering above him now, ready to get up. your lover figures you just needed a break so he slowly hums against you leaving trailing kisses on your thighs. you can't even talk because of how frustrated you are, so you use your actions instead.

with shaky hands, you slowly catches his hands that are threatening to crawl away and place them back on your hips, right where they belong. “please...” was all you could mutter before he realised what you wanted. he raised his head enough to reach your pussy and pressed a soft kiss on your clit. he smiles against you, god she's gonna be the death of me. your actions arouse him even more, letting him know that you want him to make you feel good, you want him to do it however he wants and you'll take it without a single complaint.

“I love you.” he mumbles into your pussy, before slowly sinking you down back on his face. you jolt as he kisses your cunt slowly as if he's trying to savour every moment. and the truth is, he is, he doesn't want this to end ever. he knows you wouldn't have agreed to do this if you were sober, too shy. but god he wishes you were drunk all the time so that he can be smothered between your thighs, eating his favourite meal all the fucking time.

he kisses your labia the same exact way he kisses your lips, pulling at it before exploring your folds with his tongue. the wet sounds of him kissing your clit and muttering things to it makes your head spin. “so pretty,” smooch “so good...” smooch “doing so good for me.” followed by his loud moans sending electricity right through your cunt.

when your moans get louder, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease your hole pushing it in slightly before pulling it out, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing. he feels you move above him trying to get his tongue inside you. he chuckles as he looks up at you to see his favourite sight. eyes tightly shut as you grind down on his mouth using the guidance of his hands.

and that's when he suddenly stops. your eyes cracked open, immediately looking down to see if he's hurt. “I-I'm sorry, are you hurt?” your folds hovering his face once again. and you were met with an unreadable expression of your mate before he pushes your knees up, putting you into a squatting position above his face. no way. “keep your eyes on me. I need you to look at me while i pleasure you yeah?”

and with that, he sticked his tongue out and quite literally slammed you down on his face causing the pink wet muscle to slide inside your hole, earning a loud moan from you at the sudden penetration of his tongue. you unconsciously try to pull away, the pleasure being too much for you. but he only pulls you back down making a wet slapping sound.

you obeyed his command and kept your eyes on his that are looking straight at you, half of his face buried under the weight of your cunt. he bounces you on his face and twirls his tongue inside you. at this point you don't even care anymore because it felt unbelievably good. your legs were spread wide for his face to settle in between, it fits so well. jake thinks this is right where he belongs and he wishes to stay like this forever.

you moan his name as he moves you up and down, smearing your arousal that keeps oozing out of you on his face. he sticks his tongue as deep as he could before pressing his face into you, nose nudging against your bud. he works two jobs between fucking you with tongue and sucking the life out of you from your clit.

it doesn't take you long before you are trembling above him, chanting his name like a prayer. you would've lost your balance long ago if it wasn't for his strong hold around your thighs. he focuses on your clit, flicking the sensitive button with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth to suck.

he presses his tongue flat against your sore pussy before he shakes his head side to side, the movement being hard and fast to give you that pleasurable vibrating friction. soon, he feels you lose it, hands coming to his hair to pull at it, hard. hips desperately trying to move away from his unresting mouth, indicating him that you're about to reach your high.

final and the loudest scream of his name fall from your lips before you completely and utterly lose it. you're sure the whole world of pandora heard you, but you both couldn't give a fuck less about that. in fact, jake's proud of it. he feels your cunt dripping into his mouth and he pulls away just for a millisecond.

“yes baby. such a good girl, gushin' into my mouth oh—” he cuts himself off, lapping up the mixture of your slick and his spit that streams out of you. your lover moans into you, dipping his tongue into you once again, to get more of your sticky liquid. his hand coming up to rest on your stomach, thumb lazily drawing circles on your slick coated clit. he knows you're sensitive but he wants more.

he still tries though, fucking into you slow with his tongue, helping you through your orgasm, hands patting your thighs for comfort. you wait for him to stop so you can get off, but he doesn't. his hold on you only getting tighter as he spreads your thighs even wider. his chin comfortably tucked between your ass cheeks from how deep he's pushing his face into your cunt.

he keeps you plugged full with his tongue, letting you ride it as if it were his fat cock, causing your slick to drip down his tongue directly into his mouth as he gulp the sweet essence down his throat.

you feel like you might die, you thought it was gonna be like a one time thing. you hear him hiss for a moment before he's tugging your legs to his arms. hands holding the underside of your thighs, and then he lifts you off of the bed. you can barely feel your toes touching the mat, your whole body weight on him as he finally reaches his goal by making you actually sit on his face.

your ass resting on his chin as he impatiently buries his face into your warm cave. you want to squirm away and just stop everything because never once in your years of living, did you ever think about actually sitting on someone's face, specifically jake sully's. but you knew better than to move, too afraid that you might hurt him. and even if you tried, he would just yank you back down to where he wants, anyway.

even though you are on top, you don't have much control over this. well, he tried to let you, but you both knew that you've always preferred his way of doing things. tears are starting to form in your eyes from the overstimulation, but you love it.

you love the way his face fits between your legs just right, mouth pressed to your pussy like a human on pandora with an oxygen mask. you would laugh if you weren't just as desperate, with the way he's acting like he might die if he stops, groaning loudly when you try to push his face away, even if just for a second.

you look down to see if he's comfortable but when you did, he's not even looking at you anymore. eyes tightly shut in concentration as he drinks up your slick. it's almost like he's enjoying this more than you are. he rocks you hard against his face, using every muscle to stimulate your core to death.

even though you're a little concerned, this was no surprise to you. Jake has always been wild when it comes to sex. you'd known that since the first memorable night you two had shared. he never even let you spend your heats alone. and for that reason, you rarely touched yourself but mostly because you never felt the need to. he always kept you full and satisfied, even had his little inside joke that he's gonna need his wheelchair back, not for him, but for you.

my jake's so mesmerising, you think. it was a sight, seeing such a pretty face coated and smeared with your arousal. it boosts your ego, seeing a powerful man that so many people bow down to, between your thighs with you sitting on his face, worshipping you like a goddess, so desperate to pleasure you.

and just like that, he coaxes three more orgasms out of you in just a tiny amount of time that it's almost embarrassing.

your throat is sore just like your little clit that's still in jake's mouth. you're sure that he must be hurting too, he didn't even do anything or let you do anything to get him off. he just lets himself suffer and you don't know how on earth is he able to be still so collected, acting like he doesn't have a very angry dick to calm.

even though you can barely open your eyes, tears streaming down your face, thin coat of sweat covering your skin, panting like a dog with your tongue rolled out, you love what's happening, though you'd never say it out loud.

before you know it, two thick slender fingers are plunging into you, making you scream. “c-can't 'nymore! too much. too much!” you can't even form proper words because of the tongue, that is now relentlessly working on your sensitive and overstimulated clit. the way he's fingering you isn't what he normally goes for, it's hard and rough, almost like he's chasing for something.

he watches your hole welcomingly sucking his digits in. “I know, i know. just give me one more baby, just one more then we'll be done.” Jake once again gets you to obey. you feel so small above him as you chant, Jake. Jake!

“Jake! something's coming! I—” he hopes it's what he thinks it is. “shh, let it go baby, I'm right here. I'm gonna take care of you.” and you do just that. and it happens. he feels your whole body shake and your thighs pressing together above his face before he splitting them open again, not wanting to miss the sight he's been dying to see.

jake watches in awe as the clear liquid squirts out of you, pushing his fingers out from how powerful it was. eyes widening as you pour on his face and rolling down his neck and chest. some of it even getting into his mouth, letting him taste your immense amount of pleasure.

he traps your sore clit into the gap of his two fingers and he shakes it as the remaining juices sprays onto his face. and jake fucking whimpers into you as if he's the one who's being pleasured. "so good for me, fuck, yeah just like that. so sweet." your small body shaking and writhing above him was such a pleasing sight. and he's still shocked by the fact that it was all because of him.

he keeps you firm on his face, tongue slowly licking your sore pussy still, making sure you fully rode out your orgasm. he looks up at you just to see your pained expression, you're crying. what the fuck. he lifts you gently off his face, sitting you back down on his lap.

you let a whine out from the friction when the bulge from his crotch touches your sensitive button, which he backs off when he realises. he panics when he sees that you still haven't opened your eyes. “hey, hey! baby...” you smile like an idiot when you hear the familiar sweet like honey voice.

“look at me?” he pleads.

your eyes slowly open but you still keep your head down, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes after what you just did as you mumble a few sorrys' and sob through whatever you were saying, still too fucked up to process anything. but jake wasn't having it. so he starts “look at me,” grabbing your chin up to make eye contact. “you did so good, such a good girl for me. I'm so fucking proud of you. I love you baby, you were so fucking hot you know that?”

now, his voice is clear, you're sobering up, as if he'd just sucked all the alcohol out of your cunt. he reaches for the bowl full of water on the side of the bed and brings it near your lips, giving you no other choice but to drink.

your gaze finally lands on his face and Jake almost let a giggle out from how you completely dipped your head back down. well, how can you not when his face was completely soaked with your cum, your arousal dripping down his face like sweat. he spares you, rubbing your slick off his face with his forearm.

you're sobering up. god, what do i do? a million thoughts runs into your head, eywa please. the way he's looking at you as if you're the only woman to exist in the whole universe, it's not fair, please stop. you beg.

shoving your thoughts away, you lean in. your eyes trailing down to his body, landing on his loincloth, fully soaked with his- wow did he just? you catch a glint of shyness on his face. you tug at his bottom, seeing that he's still rock hard. “no, I'm okay. you need to sleep.” so what? that was it?

“I don't wanna sleep.” you glare, continuing to untie the string on his loincloth.

“princess, you don't have to.” he insists. bringing your hands back in front of his face before pressing kisses on each knuckle. he scoops you up as if you're some doll and lays you down. you don't wanna lie, of course you're tired. but you at least need to feel him, so you try. you pull him by the neck so that he falls on top of you.

“you said you're all mine...” you pout and jake's eyes soften.

“I came just from eating your sweet cunt baby,” you slam your eyes shut from his words. god why? he's so shameless with it too.

“completely untouched.” it makes your stomach filled with guilt as much as it fills you with butterflies.

he buries his face into your neck, which had become his comfort place on your body. you notice that he does it often, whenever he's tired, upset or frustrated. he heavily breathes into your skin as if he's holding back, you know he is. his cock is still hard and you are still wet. you need to feel him, feel his body, feel his soul.

so instead of talking, you quickly tug your longest and the thickest braid before grabbing his own. bringing the ends together, you catch how messy his nerves are moving, revealing the state of his mind. they immediately recognise yours as they rush to tug at each other.

jake's eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of you in his head. he can never resist you, not when he can feel you, not when he can feel the way you yearn for him, the way you beg for him, the way your mind is filled with nothing but him. you didn't give him a chance to prepare, your being taking over his head, he needs a moment.

“inside, want you inside.” before giving him a chance to deny your desire, your hands quickly work to untie the strings on his loincloth while he's was still processing all your thoughts in your head through the bond. it's all too much for him, it always is. whenever you both make tsaheylu, the mere need you feel for him amazes him, makes him wonder just how someone could love him this much.

with his head still buried in the crook of your neck, he feels your fingers wrap around his girth, earning a whimper from him. “you said this is mine too...” you softly say with a frown. “yes fuck yes, it is baby.” you align his length with your entrance, “then please.”

who the fuck is he to deny?

wow now THAT was something 😋

tell me if y'all want a part 2

#jake sully x reader #avatar smut #jake sully smut #fluffy smut #jake sully fluff #atwow smut #jake sully #dilf jake sully

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oh-katsuki · 1 year

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for the ask game: tendou satori with the forced proximity trope?? (flirting but sfw)

moans out loud. i love love LOVE this hnggggg. NOT GONNA LIE THO im finding it SO difficult to keep my thoughts sfw im so-

send me a character and a fic idea / trope and ill write a snippet of it!

cw: flirting, consensual touching but it's sfw kinda....., forced proximity trope, tendou flirts with reader when they can't go anywhere (but we're into it OBVIOUSLY), uhhh mentions of his creepiness being hot (it is), this is not as sfw as i intended and i apologize for that... nothing happens tho... but im still sorry for being a degenerate.

it's bad luck. that's all that it is. you happened to be grabbing some art supplies from your university's storage closet and tendou happened to show up needing some paintbrushes for some banners a few minutes later. it's an unfortunate coincidence that the door closed behind him, leaving you both locked in and without a key.

the closet you both sit in now is no more than 5 meters across and 5 meters deep, wall to wall. there are shelves taking up even more of that minimal space and in the middle of the room is a bin full of rolled newspaper used for sketching. both you and tendou are a little too close for comfort. even when you stand on opposite ends of the room, your knees still touch in the middle.

he's got his hands buried deep in his pockets, pressing them down so that the fabric pulls around them. every now and then, he will look up and you and offer a sly grin over the apples of his cheeks. you think he seems remarkably relaxed for the situation.

you're not uncomfortable because you don't like tendou. in fact, it's most likely the opposite. you think that part of it is owed to the fact that you do like him. mostly though, tendou creeps you out just a little. his big, heavily-creased eyes, his thin upper lip and the way it curls up in the corners when he smiles. you feel like, if you were to look at him in the dark, his eyes would glow.

there's just something about him that raises the hair at the back of your neck. what's worse is that you don't dislike it. in fact, he creeps you out just enough that it's kind of hot. the way he hunches over himself across from you, hands shoved into his pockets, makes for a posture you find difficult to look away from.

"staring?" he says, his eyes still trained at the ceiling above him.

"huh?" you snap out of it, shaking your head as if that would hide the fact that you were caught.

"it's fine," he grins, looking down at you. his lips curl in the corners in that characteristic way and he gives you a knowing smile. "you can look all you want."

"i wasn't staring," you pout slightly, crossing your arms over your chest. he makes you feel so exposed.

"mmm, you sure?" tendou pushes off of the wall in front of him, taking a single step toward you. "kinda seems like you want to look at me."

you scoff a little, laughing and avoiding looking at him. if you did, your noses would be less than an inch apart. "well, there's not much else in here to look at."

tendou's eyes drop down to the neckline of your shirt and then back up to your face. "i think there's stuff to look at."

when you don't answer, tendou gives you space to breath and leans back against the shelf he'd been sitting on. his knee knocks yours as he settles.

you calm the heat rising on your face, chewing the inside of your mouth as you try top calm the way you drip with desire.

"hey," he says, tiling his chin forward.

"what?"

"you like me?" he asks plainly, tilting his head to the side.

everything about his mannerism is odd, right down to the casual way he pops the question. you widen your eyes and refuse to answer, looking up to the ceiling with am embarassed sigh.

"i like you," he says, stepping forward and giving you a lopsided grin as he steps across the space again, crouched so that he's eye-level. "i think you're interesting. easy to play with. you wanna play with me, doll?"

so fucking weird. you clench your thighs together. tendou tilts his head to the side like a predator watching it's prey. playing with his food. you nod slowly, wanting so desperately to "play" that it makes you feel crazy.

"let's play then," he says, placing his hands on the side of your hips and stepping between your now parted legs.

you pant lightly under his gaze, pressing your back into the shelf behind you as he makes his way closer to you.

"so pretty..." he murmurs to himself.

then, from the other side of the door, you hear the distinct sound of footsteps. his mouth is no farther than an inch from yours, but he turns his head to face the door before tilting it sideways to give you a mock sad smile.

"looks like this might have to wait," he clicks his tongue, not stepping back from you before he calls, "hey! could someone open the door?"

you blink up at him as someone exclaims softly on the other side and he steps away from you at the last moment. they open the door and you recognize the man as someone from the volleyball team. their eyes flit between you and the odd man beside you before they let out a breath.

"dude!" he says, "have you been in here the whole time?"

"heyyyyy, thanks," he drawls, giving him a smile and clapping him on the back. "we really thought we were done for."

"coach is going crazy," the second boy adds.

tendou just shrugs in response, sticking his tongue out a little and tossing you a sideways wink. you shrivel into yourself. even the way he interacts with his friends is creepy.

"well," he sighs, stretching his arms above his head. "let's play later, 'kay?"

you nod, eyebrows furrowed as you try to gather what just happened. tendou blushes and gives you a little smile before he loops his arm around his friend's neck and starts walking out of the door.

"they play volleyball?" you hear his friend ask.

"nah," tendou responds. you can hear the distinct sound of his smirk as he does.

it sends a rush of heat to your face and stomach. so fucking creepy.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#tendou x reader #tendou satori x reader #oh help i REALLY desire him #forced proximity his way into this p-#ask games

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daedalusdavinci · 3 months

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16, riddlebat. disabled people time

16. At your lover’s complaining, rubbing a spot where they ache, smiling as they lean into your touch and melt at both the touch and warmth. the way youve literally sent me this prompt before lol tho tbf that one was for 2f and matches. anyway now that im done teasing heres your eds eddie that ik youre dying for

It takes less than a minute for Edward to start complaining. He complains like it's the fuel that keeps him going, eternally bitching every moment he isn't bragging, except for when he manages to do both at once. He complained so much about being left behind, but he complains just as much about the stakeout, so there's no winning. He fidgets, stretches, grumbles, riddles, bitching first about nothing, then about boredom, then about Bruce, rolling from one subject to the next seamlessly. If Bruce wasn't so used to doing stakeouts with children, he might have found it impossible to tune out. At least Edward has never tried to walk on his hands along the edge of the roof.

It takes one hour before Edward's complaints start to have an edge. He rolls his shoulders uncomfortably, stretches his legs out in front of him, and twists his back every way he can. He pops every knuckle, shifts his jaw, and hunches forward over his knees. His complaints are biting, now, grumbled and sulky and miserable, instead of too loud and delivered with a whiny flair.

"I told you we would be sitting here for a long time," Bruce tells him, even as he unfurls from his hunch, moving back from the edge of the roof.

"I didn't think we'd be sitting on a roof. It's freezing," Edward grumbles, but he shifts forward when Bruce moves behind him, peering more carefully over the edge.

"I told you it'd be cold."

"There's cold, and then there's sitting on concrete a hundred feet up, feeling the ice travel through your fucking bones. Riddle me this, Batman. What bites, but has no teeth?" Edward grumbles. He's leaning into Bruce's hands even before Bruce applies any pressure, and the minute Bruce's thumb finds the first knot in his shoulder, he groans in relief, head tipping back.

"Watch the street," Bruce instructs, digging in deep. His thumbs smooth, pull, and press, working it out gradually. Edward is a tangle of defunct connective tissue and stress, and at their age, the cold has a way of finding aches. He should have made sure Edward wore something warmer, or at least brought something for when he inevitably disregarded the advice.

Edward is like putty in his hands, pliant and heavy, but he does return his gaze to the street. "You're deflecting."

"It's not nearly cold enough for you to get frostbite," Bruce says. "At worst, you'll catch a cold and spend the next week bitching about it."

"I'm going to be sore for days."

"You'll be sore tonight. We'll take a hot bath, you'll warm up, and I'll work on whatever's left. And next time, when I tell you you're not coming with me on a stakeout, you're going to listen."

"I need to be here," Edward insists. "I need to see it all happen, as it is. I have to catch the things you miss."

"I never had any problem catching you."

"That was then. This is now. Things are more complicated than they used to be. That's why you have me, remember? Or are you forgetting things too, now, in your old age?"

For that, Bruce digs his thumb into a particularly sore spot. Edward flinches, shooting him a sour look over his shoulder before Bruce resumes his ministrations. "You've always been able to solve things from my files before. Consider it an extra challenge."

"You're just an OCD tightass who can't stand anyone else messing with his precious case."

"I'm a tightass who can't stand the way you throw yourself headlong into trouble," Bruce corrects.

"Aw. Because I'm your precious headcase?" Edward doesn't turn, this time, but Bruce can hear the grin.

"Something like that," Bruce allows, pressing his lips just softly against Edward's shoulder.

"Look at you, you big bad bat," Edward says, fond and teasing. There's more on the tip of his tongue, Bruce knows- there's always more- but he stiffens suddenly. "Wait- There!"

Edward grabs Bruce's shoulder as he lurches towards the edge, and suddenly both of them are silent, watching. The rest of the massage will have to wait.

#asks #tumblr drabbles #ashysiashy #riddlebat #riddler #batman #edward nygma #edward nigma #bruce wayne #im literally not proofreading this peace and love #if theres typos no there arent

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madebyrolo · 3 months

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Chapter 8

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₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

They boys head to their makeshift field and decided on the teams while the girls sit in their little area they made.

“Alright Me and Sam are captains. I get first pick” Embry said. He played on his schools team so he takes these games seriously. The teams are Emry, Jake, Quill ,Tyler and Sam, Paul, Seth,Jared

“Doesn’t it seem unfair. I mean Paul and Sam they are obviously bigger than the rest of them” y/n said concerned

“Yea but Embry knows the game well and him and Quil are an unbeatable duo.” Emily said

“Wait who’s gonna be the ref?” Seth asked

“Oo my sister can do it, She used to play when she was younger she knows the game right y/n!” Tyler said with pleading eyes. This is the only time she’s seen him this sweet.

“Fine I guess.” She gets up and heads to the boys.

“Y/n no cheating family doesn’t mean anything on the field.” Paul said looking at her with a smirk

“Yea but I don’t know i heard some things about Embry and Quil, I don’t think Tyler would be a problem.” Y/n snarked backed

The game starts and so far they’re playing fair. Couple minutes past and Emily was right about Embry and Quil they are kicking their asses. It’s 2-1 right now and they haven’t even hit halftime yet.

“Guys I’m not gonna lie, as grown men this is pretty embarrassing.” Emily commented

“I second that” Bella agreed

“They’re younger they have more energy and better stamina” Jared said

“No you guys suck.” said y/n

Finally after what felt like forever it’s halftime.

“That was literally the most sad first half I’ve seen.” Y/n said.

“Come on we didn’t know Seth would’ve been a terrible goalie.” Jared said

“He looked at y/n once and caused us a point.” Sam said

“He was practically gawking at you” Paul said with disgust

“I can’t help it look at her skin it’s sun kissed!”

“Stop looking at her toes!”

“But they’re pink and glittery….” Seth wined

“Alright guys it’s 3-1 let’s just call it quits” Jared said

“Yea I don’t wanna cry for Paul when you guys lose” y/n said

“Aww you’ll cry for me. That’s so sweet I’m touched!” Paul replied with a sarcastic smile

“Alright so you guys forfeit ?” Jacob asked mischievous smile

“Never” Paul replied with a smirk

“Come on Paul I wanna swim before the sun goes down!” Y/n said falling into him. Paul looked at her in her pleading soft eyes and before he could think he said

“We forfeit.”

“NOO PAUL WHY” Jared yelled at him falling on the sand. Paul instantly remembered why they didn’t forfeit.

“Cant blame him” Sam said going up to Emily with a kiss

“Oh my god why so dramatic about it, it’s just a game!” Bella commented

“We a team forfeits they have to take out shifts for the rest of the week.” Jacob said proudly

“What do mean shifts?” Bella asked. They all looked at Sam trying to figure out what they could telll the 2 girls who couldn’t know about the shifting.

“Um well you know It’s who has to clean up after every feast Emily cooks for us!” Sam said trying to convince them

“It’s literally just cleaning up how lazy can you guys be” y/n said

“Yea but they aren’t crazy like animals they eat like them too.” Emily complained

“Well I’m off to swim!” Y/n said throwing off her shirt at Seth and running to the shore. Seth stared at her in awe this just made his crush on her worse.

“Woah baby she’s hot.”

“Watch it.” Paul growled

“Easy Paul.” Sam whispered to him

“Do you have a crush on her seth?” Jacob ask him laughing

“What !? no….”

“She’s 17, your 14 it ain’t gonna happen” Jared said

“I can wait.”

“Guys come on there’a other girls” Sam said trying to keep the peace

“They’re not y/n tho” Paul said

“Oh what now you’re interested in her too? Now I don’t definitely don’t have a chance!” Seth threw his head back in defeat

“What? No im just saying there other girls for you, that are your age.” Paul told him

“Yea but remember you’re basically 19 so you can’t make a move.”

“Sure Seth just for you.”

“You guys stop fighting over her, Embry basically beat you too it anyways.” Quill said looking at Embry and y/n playing fighting in the ocean..

“Guys come on stop fighting let’s go in!” Emily said trying to keep Paul from wolfing out infront of Bella and Y/n.

They all are in the water, Bella soon left to meet up with her boyfriend.

Sam and Emily are together swimming and talking . The younger boys are ended up cliff diving with Jared.

Paul is just roaming around y/n not leaving her side. They some what were acting like children, y/n showing him how she doggy paddle, them having contests to see who can hold their breath the longest and just swimming around talking getting to know each other after a month of waiting.

“what’s your name” y/n asked

“Paul Lahote”

“Now tell me your story Mr.Lahote”

“Well, I’m 18 years old, people say I have a short temper but they’re just sensitive. My birthday is January 10th, greens my favorite color and I want to be a mechanic” he told her “now what’s yours.”

“Y/n Lara. originally city girl, I’m 17. My birthday is April 29th and my favorite color is purple. I don’t really know want I wanna do but a dentist sounds nice, oh maybe a vet.” she told him excitingly

“You know forks isn’t that bad” y/n says “it’s so peaceful, no crazy traffic, no loud noises coming from literally everywhere. Just trees, animals and rain. I feel so at peace.” she said floating soaking up the sun, waiting to see the sunset

“Do you miss Chicago ?” Paul asks her

“I miss the memories, my friends you know? I wouldn’t trade riding the transit for this. I officially love the west coast” she said swimming backwards

“Here come float with me” Paul pulled her. They both lay on their backs just staring at the sky, the sun is slowly starting to fall.

“I could totally take a nap here” y/n commenting “if I wouldn’t like float away becoming lost at sea”

“That would be a funny story to tell ” Paul chuckled before linking their hands “ I got you. don’t know what I would if I lost you.” The imprint on Sam started talking, this taken back y/n a bit.

“What do you mean?” She asked

“Oh um” Paul struggled to cover up what he said but quickly recovered “ you know before I could sweep you off your feet”

“Smooth” y/n said “you got competition tho”

“How will I ever compete with Seth!! A 14 year old who’s a mamas boy.” they laugh

“Come on let’s go with the others” y/n said grabbing his hand and swimming towards the shore.

Every was helping pack up, putting the food in the coolers, packing up the chairs and putting everything in the cars.

“Here let me help you” Paul said as he dusted off the sand of y/n blankets and folded them.

“Thanks Paul” she said

“Anytime” they head to her car to put them away. Once done they stood there.

“it was very nice to see you again. You’re pretty cool” y/n said

“Thanks you too. Didn’t know the girl who blasts oasis knew how to doggy paddle.” He said with a laugh

“Oof yea” she said closing her eyes due to embarrassment To be honest I blasted it because I was embarrassed that I called you sir. I thought I embarrassed myself I didn’t know you were 18 you look 20 with your build” She responded

“I’ll guess I’ll see you around the rez ? I gotta a get going tell Jacob and the rest I said bye and thanks for the invite !” Y/n said getting into her car

“Well bye I hope you too see you around soon. Drive safe” Paul hit the roof of her car and walked away.

Y/n waited for Tyler to get in the car and let him pick a cd. She began driving home thinking about how she finally met the boy from her dreams.

𝘗𝘢𝘶𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘦

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

#embry call #bella swan #edward cullen #jacob black #team edward #team jacob #twilight #twilight saga #fanfic #paul lahote #emily young #jacob black x reader #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x y/n #twilight edit #twilight imagine

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k4shixe · 7 months

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Prompt 4 with nanamiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

BabySitter

CW; reader is 17, character is 28, age difference, strictly platonic, complements said to character, type of flirting (its teasing/joke tho), shouting at reader, kinda swearing

Pairings; rich!fem!reader x bodyguard!nanami (platonic)

Summary; After getting caught too many times, your father decided to get you a body guard. In an attempt to get rid of him, you go it the mall with your best friend.

Word count; 3k+

Prompt: “that’s enough.”

A/n; aaah here it is! Worked 2 days on this and ngl I never did watch the anime so he might be a little too formal. BUT I did enjoy writing this so please send any requests along! And I hope you enjoy! :)

12 minutes.It took them 12 minutes to find where you were. It’s worse that there are things that you shouldn’t be having at the party, especially at a party with teenagers. And you thought escaping to go to the party was easy. Oh how you knew you were going to get it. Your father stood in front of you with guards blocking the way out.

“Y/n I expected better. I told you that, you, explicitly, couldn’t go anywhere until we finish the meeting. You could’ve been kidnapped or worse”

“But dad I was bored! What was I meant to do wait?”

“That’s exactly what your meant to do! You leave me no choice but to take your credit card and get you a bodyguard”

“Okay fine my card is understandable but a bodyguard! That’s crazy! I don’t need to a baby sitter! I’m 17 for god sake!”

“It’s too late. My decision is final. Now go to your room, your grounded until you show me you can behave.”

You left for your room, sitting on your bed and sulking over the fact your going to have a babysitter. Or as your dad called it a “bodyguard”. You wished your mum was here, but tragically she died in a car accident when you were still a toddler so you knew how precious you were to your father. He loved you but you couldn’t blame him since you managed to get past everything he tried but that also didn’t change the predicament you got yourself into. You decided to texted your best friend telling her about what happened.

Bestie <33

I got caught ;(

Now my dad got me a babysitter

Oh cheer up,is it a guy or girl?

And are they hot?

Oh shut up.

And he didn’t even tell me so idk

Ok fine, how about

you just try getting rid of them?

Ooo, now your talking!

Just come to the mall tomorrow,

I need more outfits

Didn’t you buy some last week?

Yeah but I already wore those

Okay whatever you say

After chatting with your friend you started realising that you actually didn’t know who it was going to be. It could be some scary homeless dude your dad found on the street. You started praying it was atleast a girl, maybe you 2 could be friends. And with that you fell asleep.

“Honey wake up. Sweetie please get up” Your father shook you lightly.

“So early in the morning though” You slowly sat up on your bed,rubbing your eye to try get the tiredness out. You squinted your eyes seeing a tale, well-built man who was wearing a suit with blonde hair styled with a neat part next to your dad.

“Dad who’s this?“ you say visibly confused as you regained your eyesight.

“This is Mr Kento Nanami, he’s your new bodyguard.” Your dad sounded oddly proud for his accomplishment of finding such a well groomed bodyguard.

“But Dad he’s like 50! People are gonna think I’m dating this weirdo!”

“That’s no way to talk to your bodyguard y/n!”

“Im 17 I shouldn’t have some babysitter! I should be able to make my own decisions!”

“Sneaking out to go to a party at 3am shouldn’t be one of them!” He took a deep breath to calm himself down “Y/n, you are having him as a bodyguard and that’s final. Now if you need me I’ll be in my office” Your dad walks off leaving you and this “weirdo” in your room.

“So… your what now?”

“As your “dad” stated I’ll be your body guard. I’ll have to watch over you and make sure you don’t do anything reckless”

“Okay old man, I know my dad told you to do this but aren’t you annoyed you have to babysit me? You can just quit right now and blame it on me. I won’t mind.”

“Nice try but I already got paid so orders are orders until said otherwise. And I’m not your babysitter, I’m your bodyguard”

Man, this guy was going to be hard to convince. You thought as you looked at Nanami who was looking around the room, analysing it.

“Okay mr bento ninja could you leave my room?”

“It’s Mr Nanami to you, and I can’t just ‘leave’ I was ordered to stay”

“So what your going to watch me change then?” You say raising your eyebrows while starting at him awaiting his answer.

“Of course not, don’t be childish. I’ll leave if you had told me why.” He says as he left the room and closed the door behind him.

After getting changed into a sleek bodycon dress that really complemented your look, and with some makeup,heels plus a matching purse, you were all good to go. Now to only convince your dad. Shouldn’t be hard right? Walking down the staircase with Nananmi behind you (you couldn’t help be a little disgusted), you went to your fathers office and opening the door when hearing a “come in” by him.

“Dad could you please give me my credit card back? I promise I won’t spend much” you say with a pouting face and batting your eyes. You knew he couldn’t say no.

“Sorry sweetie but rules are rules. Until I can trust you again no credit card until then.” To say you were shocked was an understatement.

“But-“

“No buts,ifs or ands. Rules are rules.”

“Can I atleast go out with f/n?”

“You can but you must take Nanami with you. He must know anything and everything you are doing, and he can and will be able to check your phone if necessary. That’s the only other rule”

“Fine.” You groan and glare at Nanami who couldn’t care less and walked off, after he nodded to your dad he followed after you.

You pull out your phone, making a quick call to your driver when you heard Nanami clear his throat. “You do know your under my care, so I should be a able to do everything for you. Ms l/n.”

“Ugh don’t call me l/n, brings back memories. Just call me y/n. And I’m just calling my driver, I need a lift to the mall.” You have gotten your mother’s last name when you were born, since your parents felt like you’d like it more, especially when you’d become someone of more importance.

“If you insist Ms y/n, and you know I can drive.”

“Yeah…no thanks I’d rather take my own driver.”

“Very well. Whatever you want.”

The car ride to the mall was quiet. Too quiet. You wanted to listen to music but kind of over thinking that the music would be too loud and Nanami would judge you. He sat on the opposite side of the car, sitting still and quiet. Why are you overthinking something you would never think twice about? Is this bento dude that intimidating? I swear he’s staring at me from the side of his eye. Ugh snap out of it. You leaned your head back and let out a small groan. This was so nerve wracking. You pulled out your phone and just opened it to check the time. The lock screen showing a picture of your mother, father and you just a happy family. You stared at it with a small smile, the picture always made you calm and relaxed. Nanami noticed and decided some small talk would be better then silence.

“Is that your mother?”

You jumped a little at his words. First not expecting him to talk and second to ask that question. “Oh uh yeah…”

“Where is she? I never seen her around before”

The fact that sentence stung was a whole different type of pain. It felt like he was making fun of you just like the kids did to you when they found out in middle school. You tried putting a fake smile up but it hurt a little too much and an ich in your throat to cry came. You quickly tried wiping away the forming tears but just opted to looking the other direction when that wasn’t working.

“She uhh, died when I was younger”

And for the first time you got some emotion out of Nanami. Surprise and more of a regret for asking that question. “Oh, sorry I wasn’t aware.” He noticed the tear on the side of your face still visible to him and got a handkerchief from his suit pocket and handed to you.

For the rest of the car ride it was more awkward and silent then before. You managed to calm down but now you were thinking what Nanami thought of you. Some spoiled brat? Probably. I mean he isn’t wrong. You zoned out looking at him and didn’t even realised till he looked back at you. “Is everything alright”

“Oh sorry! I zoned out! I tend to do that a lot.” You looked back out the window blushing from embarrassment. He shook his head and went back to his seating position.

Finally you had made it to the mall and the drive opened the door for you with Nanami fixing his suit while walking up to you. You entered the mall looking for your friend and found her at the Gucci store shopping for some shoes.

“Hey! F/n!” You quickly walked over to her giving her a hug like always.

“Who’s the old guy?” She whispers to you looking behind you to exactly point him out.

“It’s the dumb babysitter my dad got me remember?”

“He is kinda hot though.” You hit her lightly.

“Shut up. Now let’s go to Sephora, I heard there selling a new makeup pallet!”

“Quickly then! We need to get it!” She grabbed your hand as you both rushed off with Nanami keeping an eye on you both, mainly and specifically just you. You reached the aisle with just a few pallets left when you realised.

“Crap, I wasn’t allowed to get my credit card. I can’t pay for it.” You say disappointedly.

“It’s fine just take my emergency one. It has a budget of like 50k though so just be a little mindful.”

“Omg did I ever tell you that your the best?”

“No but you should start” you and f/n laughed as you went to pay before

“Not so fast. Do you think your father would let you pay with your friends credit card? There is a reason he took yours away from you.”

“Yeah but this is different. So don’t try put your reason into this. Besides if he doesn’t know then who cares.” You say and your friend nodded her head in agreement.

“Fine. If you really don’t care, I’ll call him right now” He says getting his phone out his pocket.

“Hey! Wait! I won’t use her card” you mumble quietly as you put the make up pallet away upset about it.

“Let’s go to the restroom I got to tell you something.” F/n whispered and you nodded. You both began walking, Nanami close behind. When you reached the door you both quickly entered saying something to Nanami about fixing your make up and hurried in.

“That was easier then I thought.”

“Yeah but what would he do? Enter the girls bathroom?”

You both burst of laughing, Nanami could definitely hear you both from how echoey the bathroom was but you didn’t care right now.

“We need to get rid of your babysitter. Even though he is kinda hot at all”

“Agreed, except for the last part. But atleast we know we won’t be fighting over the same guy in the future.” You say as you both laugh.

“Ok we could go clothes shopping next and since we’re basically the same size just look for everything you want and pretend it’s for me.”

“Got it, now let’s try the make up pallet you got”

“Yess!” Let’s just say you guys spend at least half an hour in there just gossiping and doing each others makeup. F/n was telling you the juiciest gossip ever when it was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Who would be knocking to enter a public restroom?”

“Beats me” you shrug.

“Are you ladies done in there?” Of course it was Nanami who was standing the whole time just waiting for you to leave.

“Would’ve thought security took him away for being a perv”

“Same!” You both burst out laughing again before another knock stopped you. “Well let’s just go clothes shopping!” You both get up and leave the restroom after packing up. Entering the first clothing store and looking for clothes, you both went to the swim suit aisle and poor Nanami had to stand there looking at the ground while you both giggled and tried them on. You swear you could see a tint of pink on his cheeks from the embarrassment. You smirked, your plans working. Now just a matter of time. I mean what would people think of some grown man following two girls trying on bathing suits. After picking out a few you headed to the dresses and picked out a few to try. Finding one you particularly liked but didn’t know if you should get, you decided to play a little joke on Nanami, and your friend encouraging it just built up your confidence.

“Oh mr Nanami~”

“Yes Ms y/n. What is it?.”

“Do you think this dress looks nice on me?” Expecting some sort of reaction, you can certainly say you were disappointed when he just nodded and looked back to where he was looking. You frowned and rolled your eyes, “whatever”. Your friend and you finish shopping and managed to get Nanami off your back about you trying on the clothes even though your not supposed to buy anything. “It’s just for fun! It’s not like we’re hurting anyone. Besides shes going to buy them anyways” your friend agreed with you.

Of course you guys went a little overboard and bought way too many clothes to hold them all. After a good 4 hours you waved your friend goodbye and she gave you half her bags insisting you “hold them” for her and she’ll pick them up next time. Your friend secretly handing you a credit card, not having as much but enough to get you a few extra things. Nanami still swift and quick to catch up with you, you decided to try something on him. With a little bit of a dramatic effect (thank god you took acting classes).

“Oh Mr Nanami sir. Could you please hold my bags? My arms are sooo tried, I don’t think I can hold them anymore” you say looking up at him with ‘puppy dog’ eyes.

“No. I’m your body guard, not a mall porter”

“Oh Pretty please~”

“Fine.”

“Thank you!” You say delightedly as you hand him your bags and quickly rush off to another store. Using the card your friend gave you managed to buy at least 3 more bags worth of clothes, 3 with shoes, 2 with purses and accessories and that was just the starting. You kept handing Nanami bags, and he was just silently taking them and holding each one. You could tell he was getting tired and fed up with you though. Slowly and surely you noticed him getting slower from carrying all those bags and the anger was just building up. The last straw was when you showed up with another 2 bags just hanging them on his arm when suddenly

“that’s enough.”

To say that didn’t scare your soul out of you was an understatement. You were mortified.

“Enough?…”

“Enough. You are going home this instance and you will carry your bags on your own.” He was practically death staring you, leaving you speechless.

“Yeah okay…” yeah okay? Why did I say that? I should’ve told him to shut it and listen to me. What am I doing? A little too scared to say anything back, you picked up as much bags as you could, struggling to pick up some as the weight of them was way more heavier then expected. Nanami sighed and picked up the rest, escorting you out of the mall. After following you for around 6 hours and having to go through the most embarrassing things ever. He still took your bags and watched over you, maybe because it was his job, but maybe, just maybe, he actually did care.

Nevertheless, the car ride back was silent like before, even being able to hear a pin drop was possible. You got your phone out and opened a food delivery app, scrolling through the food options. Yes, you did have a personal chef at home but you wanted to eat out today. Especially being forced to eat a models diet was tiering. You felt a little bad for Nanami so you sucked up your pride and turned your head to him.

“Uh Mr Nanami, would you like to eat something?” He looked over at you before shaking his head.

“thank you Ms y/n but no.” And with that the car when quiet again.

Getting home with all those bags was a trouble waiting to happen. You should of thought of it, oh how your brain was mentally screaming at you. But thanks to mr snitch, he called your dad beforehand telling him about everything. Your were no longer allowed to hang out with your friends, they could come over but that was it. After a shouting match with your dad, you slammed the door to your room with tears in your eyes. Your almost an adult and no freedom. What was the point? Nanami on the other hand, probably doesn’t know what a slammed door means and knocked on the door before opening the door. You quickly composed yourself, opting to just wash your make up off instead of looking like a clown you and went off to your bedroom’s bathroom. You had to push Nanami out of your room to change as he wasn’t believing you, thinking you’d run off. You began doing some homework, being homeschool was easy but the homework you got was something else. Struggling on one question in particular, you didn’t notice Nanami leaning over your chair looking at the question.

“No, your doing it wrong. Here.” He scribbled a few things on the paper which somehow made perfect sense to you. You mumbled and quiet thanks “Thanks…” which he simply acknowledged with a nod.

“Mr Nanami could I tell you something?” Nanami nodded his head for you to go on.

“I’m sorry about today, and thank you for watching over me. Even though it’s your job and everything but uhh…” Here comes your dumb phase! You were sure he though you were as stupid as you sounded.

“What I’m trying to say is thank you.” You keep your eyes on your homework, scared he’d just look at you with disappointment. But you looked up and you swear you saw a teny tiny smile on his face. You smiled back as you noticed he wasn’t mad at all. Maybe things with a body guard wouldn’t be horrible after all.

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#nanami jjk #nanami x you #nanami kento #kento nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #x reader #bodyguard Nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami #jjk nanami #alternate universe #bodyguard au

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It’s been a hot minute (apologies) but ever since I saw that video of Carlos tying Charles’ bracelet I’ve been going insane and so I’m returning with poly!Charlos thoughts (d/s au anyone…?)

SO at the end of the video (I’ll link it if you haven’t seen it!!) after Carlos ties Charles’ bracelet he asks him for a kiss and I just can’t stop thinking about giving kisses as payment for acts of service….. whenever either you or Carlos do something for Charles you always finish by pointing to your cheek and asking for a kiss kiss!! And Charles LOVES it even tho he blushes every time, he always obliges (he’s a good boy and he loves kisses!!) and is just the sweetest little thing showing his thanks in cheek kisses…

Carlos carries him to bed? Kiss kiss! Mommy helps him get dressed? Kiss kiss! Carlos cooks for you both? Kiss kiss! You and Carlos make your baby cum over and over? Kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss!

It definitely runs the other way as well!! As soon as Charles figures out he can use kisses as currency, he’s suddenly tripping over his own feet to do anything he can for you and Carlos!! Running in front of you to hold the door open for you, then shyly touching his cheek and asking for a kiss, of course you cover his little face in kisses each time as he giggles because he’s just the cutest little thing!!! Just kiss kissing all day long!! -🐬

OH MY GOD WELCOME BACK 🐬 ANON!!! YOU HAVE BEEN MISSED!!!! A return of a much beloved anon is the perfect way to start off a long day of writing. And this idea is just so fucking cute I adore it. I’m definitely gonna make it the d/s au.

(Also I’m sorry in advance for making your sweet fluffy idea a little angsty, I swear I didn’t plan to)

Firstly, I think this starts cause Charles starts to feel guilty about everything you and Carlos do for him? With their old Dom, Charles did basically everything on his own. But the poor thing is a high needs sub, he should never be doing everything himself!!

So when you come along, you fix that immediately. But you also bring Carlos into the picture so much more? Carlos is a switch, and mostly he doms (though he does sub way more than he used to with you), so having him help you with Charles is amazing.

Charles loves it so so much, but he also feels guilty? Cause you and Carlos do so much for him!! You choose his meals and hand feed him and dress him and give him unlimited cuddles and sometimes he just feels so guilty cause he’s not doing as much for you and Carlos.

Maybe he gets made fun of somehow? Like he’s sitting with another driver, maybe Lando cause Lando is quite an independent sub, and then Carlos comes running to give him water and a forehead kiss and then a few minutes later you walk past so you make sure to stop by him and give him a hug on your way. And Lando just laughs, telling him that he’s so needy and dependent on his doms.

Poor Charles’s face just falls cause he… he thought that’s what he’s supposed to do? His mommy said so?? His mommy said that good boys trust their doms and let their doms look after them. And he’s a good boy, right? He’s a good boy!!

Now he’s not so sure, because Lando makes a fair point. His mommy and Carlos do so much for him, and that’s got to be hard work, right? And he does nothing in return.

Maybe he even starts trying to do things on his own?

Which us just awful for him cause he’s only a little sub!! He even has two doms because he’s so small. He hates it. He hates dressing himself every morning and picking his own breakfast and not diving into mommy’s arms for debriefs.

You catch onto it instantly, as does Carlos. But you both decide to give him some space.

Until you do a scheduled scene and Charles is so fucked out he can barely work, but he tries to walk himself to the bathroom, not wanting Carlos to carry him. And no. Absolutely not. You’re putting your foot down. Charles has cum dripping down his thighs and his cock is bright red from how many times he came and no. He’s not walking himself. Not happening.

Carlos, bless him, informs Charles that he wants a kiss in return. He’ll carry Charles if he can get a kiss.

“Kiss?” Charles asks, confused.

Carlos nods, “I want a kiss in return for carrying you. Deal?”

Instantly Charles is nodding. He can do that!!! He can give Carlos a kiss to thank him!!!

So Carlos carries charles to the bathroom and the moment he’s seated on the closed toilet seat, Carlos leans down and lets Charles give him to cheek kisses. Charles is smiling so wide, cause he did something in return!!!

You and Carlos do that for the rest of the aftercare, asking Charles for a kiss in return for doing things for him and Charles is thriving. He loves it so much!!! You tell Charles you’ll bring him some snacks if he gives you a kiss afterwards and then Charles happily munches away, not feeling guilty at all cause he gave his mommy a kiss!!!

It naturally bleeds into daily life and honestly all three of you love it. Of course you and Carlos would do these things for Charles without a kiss, but if giving one makes him happy, then it’s a win win situation.

Now when Carlos gives Charles some water, he stops and points at his cheek, smiling as Charles instantly gives him a kiss. Of course often this leads to a proper kiss on the mouth too, but it’s the cheek kiss that matters as thank you.

And of course after scenes you and Carlos get so many kisses!!! Now Charles waits until most of the aftercare is done and he’s just getting his cuddles. You and Carlos never know when the kiss attack is coming, and it is a kiss attack.

You’ll just be cuddling a sleepy Charles and the next thing you know, he’s surged up and is kissing you all over!! Though he’s still pretty uncoordinated from his scene so most of the time the kisses miss your mark, you have to close your eyes because he often kisses your eyelids instead of your cheeks but it’s so worth it. He’s so happy!!! Giving his mommy plenty of kisses.

Then he’ll turn to Carlos and Carlos just accepts his fate, opening his arms and letting Charles attack him with kisses.

And oh god the day charles realises he can get kisses is the day you create a monster. Maybe he makes lunch for you? Which is a big deal because he’s always been so insecure about his cooking ability but he’s been working so hard to be good cause he wants to cook for you and Carlos!!

So when he puts the plate down, you tell him he deserves a cheek kiss for this and he’s so happy!!! He gets cheek kisses too?? He can do things and get kisses?? AMAZING.

It’s also so good for him cause it shows him that he can do things for you and Carlos? Yes he’s your subby little thing, but he’s also capable of doing things for you and Carlos! He can pack an extra hoodie in case you get cold and help Carlos go over data and open doors and so much more.

And he gets kisses for it!!!

The absolute cutest though?? When Charles makes you or Carlos give each other kisses.

Like maybe one day you’ve got Charles’s head in your lap and he’s kinda just half napping and half relaxing, you’re playing with his hair and he’s just so comfy!! Carlos is wondering around the house, and he makes you some tea since you can’t exactly get up (Charles is like a pet, when he chooses to cuddle with you, you have no choice but to stay exactly where you are).

So Carlos brings you some tea, and Charles sees. So he smiles and mumbles, “Mommy, you must kiss kiss Carlos.”

You ask him what he means and he says, “Carlos made you tea! You must kiss kiss as a thank you.”

Which is just the cutest thing you’ve ever heard? Carlos hears too so he leans down and lets you give him two cheek kisses.

Charles smiles when he sees that and then closes his eyes again, tugging at your hand to remind you to keep on playing with his hair.

#d/s au #sub!charles #poly!charles/carlos #nsfw.#cl #cs #f!reader #soft soft vibes #angst angst vibes #🐬

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 27

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"You and Declan are on the cover of The Sun. Someone caught you kissing last night at Wembley."

"What?" I say, quickly sitting up.

"Someone saw you and took some photos and a video" David says.

"That... That can't be."

"I'm so sorry, Eleanor. It was all my fault. I should have been paying more attention, tell you to go somewhere else, to be more careful. It's all my fault."

"Eleanor, what is it? What happened?" Declan says next to me. "You've gone so pale..."

"They..." I mutter, David still apologizing over the phone.

"They what?"

"I... I..."

"Eleanor, take a deep breath."

"I can't. I can't breathe" I manage to say.

"Hey, look at me" Declan says, gently grabbing my chin and making me look at him. "Breathe."

"They... They know."

"Who knows?"

"The... Press" I say, trying to take a deep breath. "Dec, I..."

"It's ok, it's ok" he says, caressing my cheek. "Breathe."

"I can't" I sob.

"Yes, you can. Inhale..." he says, making me follow him. "Exhale. That's it, c'mon."

"Inhale..." I repeat. But I can't keep going. My words are getting stuck in my throat, my legs shaking. And I am feeling so hot.

"Eleanor. Eleanor, hey" Declan says, his blue eyes looking bigger than ever. "Eleanor!"

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"Hello, you."

"Hi" I whisper.

"How are you?" Declan asks, putting a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Thirsty."

"One minute" he says, leaving the bed. While he is gone, I try to process where I am. What has happened. Why do I feel so... Rough. "Here you go."

"Thank you" I smile, slowly sitting up.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah. What... What happened?"

"You had one of the big attacks. I can't remember the last time I was that scared."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it wasn't your fault."

"It was... Oh, no. Dec, what... What are we going to do?" I say when I remember David's call, what he told me.

"I don't know yet. I've been too worried about you to think of anything else. But whatever happens, whatever we do... We'll do it together, ok?" Declan says, cupping my face.

"Together."

"I love you, Eleanor" he says, resting his forehead on mine.

"I love you too" I reply, not ready to face what is coming our way.

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"Finally!" I say when Declan walks through the door, throwing myself at him and hugging him. "Congratulations on today's win!"

"Thank you."

"What took you so long, tho? The game ended hours ago."

"Pick a guess" he sighs, taking my arms from around his neck and moving to sit on the sofa.

"That bad it was today?"

"Yeah... They were waiting outside the stadium, then at Rush Green, and then here. I'm pretty sure they also are waiting at my place, ready to catch me arriving home."

"I'm so sorry, Dec" I say, sitting next to him.

This has been what we have had to deal with since those photos of us together made it to The Sun. Being stalked everywhere we go.

For the past couple of months, paparazzis have been waiting for Declan every time he left his house, when he arrived and left for training, outside the stadiums where he played, outside his parents' and his brothers' houses. One day they even went to take photos at his nephews' school. And, of course, they've also been waiting outside my house and the palace, following me to all the events I've had to attend, many of them getting canceled because of how many of them were trying to get a glimpse of me.

My parents released a statement the day after the photos were out asking the paparazzis to respect our privacy, not confirming nor denying our relationshipto. But a couple of days after, they had to release another one asking them think of our safety and theirs too. More than once we have been close to hitting one of them with our cars while they tried to get a photo, and even between themselves there have been some incidents while trying to follow us.

And then, of course, were the things they wrote.

The princess and the football player they all called us.

Every day there were a couple of new articles talking about us, most of them just full of lies. For example, they talked about my grandmother not accepting Declan because of his Irish blood, that it was an insult to the crown. Little did they know...

Though the hardest part was the chants Declan had to listen to during the games. He didn't care about the things rival fans said about him, he was used to it. But when they were about me...

"You need to focus on the game, ok? Don't let them get to you. Especially not now that things are going so well" I said to him after a game against Leeds.

That probably was the only good thing that had happened since our world turned upside down. That West Ham had started winning their games again, that Declan was back to playing like only he knows, and that the goal of staying in the Premier League was closer and closer. They just needed six points of the nine that there were left.

"Eleanor, I..." he says, running a hand through his hair. "I think we need to talk."

"Oh... ok" I reply.

"You know... You know that the toughest part of the season is about to start. That I need to be focused if I want to give my everything to help West Ham and then be ready for the Euros."

"I know."

"But I... I can't..."

"What is it, Dec?" I ask.

"I can't do this anymore, Eleanor" he says, wiping away a tear.

"What... What do you mean with this?"

"This. Us."

"Us?" I ask, my throat hurting as I try not to cry.

"Us, yes. I thought... I thought that after playing football for so long I would be ready to deal with the press and the fans, to manage the hate and having the spotlight constantly on me. But it is too much, and it has started to affect me mentally and I... I can't, Eleanor. I can't."

"I see" I sob, not being able to contain my tears anymore.

"I need... I need to be focused on my career. That's the most important thing right now. And I can't do that if I'm..."

"If you are Princess Eleanor's rumored boyfriend."

"Yes" he whispers. "I... I don't want to do this. I love you, Eleanor. I love you more than anything."

"Doesn't look like it" I snort. "Sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

"No, I get it. You must think that I am picking football over you because I love it more than I love you. But I don't, it's different. I... Urgh" he says, desperately running both hands through his hair. "I wish there was a way to still be with you without it affecting my career. I wish I was able to deal with both things at the same time, that I was strong enough to fight for us like I promised you so many times I would. But right now... I can't."

"Is this over, then? Is this a goodbye?" I ask between sobs.

"What? No, no" he says, taking my face in his hands and making me look at him. "Eleanor, this isn't a goodbye. I know it looks and feels like it, but it isn't. This is a see you soon."

"How soon?"

"I... I don't know."

"That doesn't help" I cry.

"I know, I know. I just... I need time. I... I love you, Eleanor" he says, kissing my forehead and getting up from the sofa.

"Dec, please…"

"See you soon" he whispers before closing the door behind him.

At first, I don't do anything. I just stay still, trying to process everything that has happened. That he's gone. That he is not coming back. That it is over even if he said it wasn't.

"No!" I yell, throwing the first thing I find against a wall. The TV's remote control.

"Ma'am?" someone from my security team says, walking into the room. "Ma'am, are you ok?"

But I can't talk. All I can do is cry, my whole body shaking as I fall to the floor.

And then I feel some familiar arms around me. Arms that have always been there for me when I needed them the most.

"He's gone, mum" I cry, hugging her back.

"Who is gone, darling?"

"Declan. He broke up with me."

"Oh, Eleanor" she says, kissing my head like she used to do when I was a kid, trying to calm me down, to comfort me. "I'm so sorry."

"I love him, mum. I love him so much" I say between sobs.

"I know you do. I know" she whispers, hugging me as tight as she can.

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Author's note: Sorry about the ending of this chapter 😔

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Forbidden Desires |Chapter 1| Part 2

There was going to be a party tonight, but because I didn't feel like going, I stayed in. PJ left like 5 minutes ago and I was already bored, so I had decided to see if Hazel also stayed at her dorm. So I put a tank top on, grabbed my keys and left. The walk wasn't long because her dorm was two doors down from mine. I knocked twice and waited, muffled shuffling being heard from behind the door, and the door opened. Hazel sitting right in front of me in a hoodie and some shorts. ,,Hey, what's up?'' she asked, sleepiness slipping into her voice, cute. ,,Did I wake you up?'' I asked ,,Nah, you're fine, i just woke up'' ,,Oh okay. Can I come in?'' ,,Make yourself at home'' she said, moving away so I can get in. "Thanks." I walked past her, heading for her bed. I took a seat on the edge, Hazel closing the door after me. ,,So why aren't you at the party?'' I asked curiously ,,I prefer my sleep. What about you?'' she asked, her blue eyes looking at me. ,,Nothing to do there.'' I responded simply ,,What about like a hook up or something?'' ,,I don't know if you noticed but not many girls are that much into me.'' I replied. ,,Why, your hot cupcake?'' she said, making me blush at the nickname. ,,I don't know, but anyway, how can a virgin that hasn't even kissed anyone do anything?'' ,,Wait,

you're a virgin? What about that girl that asked you out once in freshman year? She asked, confused. ,,I didn't really like her so we stopped talking.'' I said. ,,Don't worry, you'll find the right person,'' she said, comforting me. Then it clicked. ,,What if you taught me how to?'' I asked, looking at her. She sat there slowly, thinking about it, the silence filling the room. ,,I don't know if it's a good idea. I mean, you should be comfortable with the person touching you,'' she said, locking eyes with me. ,,I'm comfortable with you. We've been friends for a long time. Haven't we?'' I said, knowing this could end in two ways and let's I really didn't want it to end with the first one. ,,Are you sure?'' she asked. ,,Yes.'' I replied, not breaking the eye contact between us. ,,Okay, I'll help you,'' she said lowering her head. ,,Thank you so much, '' I said hugging her. The awkward tension between us disappearing into thin air. I pulled away from her, ready to do whatever she tells me to. ,,Okay let's do this,'' I said trying to be serious. ,,What would you like to start with?'' she asked, looking at me. ,,I mean, you're the experienced one here. I'm open to suggestions tho.'' I said, trying to break the ice. She chuckled. ,,Then kissing it is.'' She moved to rest her head on the bed's headboard, spreading her legs. ,,Would you be comfortable sitting on my lap during this?'' she asked. ,,Yeah, that's fine,'' I said sitting in her lap carefully, straddling her tights. She leaned her head closer, catching my lips with hers, slowly moving them while I tried to do the same, slowly catching up to her. Her lips were warm and soft, full of comfort that made me want her even more. Her hands resting on my waist. We pulled away to catch our breaths. ,,Would you be okay with trying it with tongue?'' she asked. ,,Yeah, sure tongue's fine,'' I said, ready to continue. Leaning down kissing her passionately, her tongue resting on the entrance of my mouth trying to gain access which i gladly accept, our tongues fighting for dominance. My hands running thru her hair deepening the kiss. Our bodies pressed together. I could feel her hot breath under my nose. When pulling away to catch our breaths a string of saliva hanged in between us. Before we could even say anything, there was a noise outside the door. I got off of her and we went to see what was happening. Hazel opened the door. Before she could even step out, someone fell on the floor. We both bobbed our heads thru the door looking to our left there laid Brittany. Drunk. Of course, the lightweight of the group would drink the most.

#hazel callahan x reader #fem reader #making out #hazel callahan #bottoms movie #k!nktober

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The Only Apology Acceptable - Frank Iero x Reader

Summary: After a shitty birthday you get surprised by your best friend Reader: can be read as any gender Warnings: swearing, hints at self-negelect, stress bc of exams (yes, that’s a warning now), poorer proofreading than usual, shitty friends Word count:3 948 A/N: Very self-indulgent. It’s not my birthday tho. I just never celebrate my actual birthday bc the date is shit, so I celebrate it today. Or… not. The part with my dad actually happened.

You should not be this upset, you told yourself. You were no five year old anymore, who considered her birthday the most important day of the year.

And it was not like you were all too keen to be the centre of attention either. In fact, it was the strange mixture of not wanting to be the centre of attention and the need for reassurance that people cared about you, which had led to you only half-heartedly suggesting to your college friends that you could all go out together tonight, to celebrate your birthday. Last week almost all of the people you hung out with (to call them friends would have been an overstatement) had agreed to your plan, but over the past few days more and more of them had cancelled. Which sucked, sure, especially when the one person you really wanted to see on your birthday, namely your best friend Frank, was halfway across the country, touring with his band.

To make the whole situation worse was the upcoming deadline for an essay you had to finish, one that was supposed to be a partner project, but your partner was… well, his standards were not as high as yours.

And, to make your birthday even shittier was the exam on the day after.

All of this would have been bearable, especially since Frank had shot you a message at exactly midnight, sending you a picture of him trying to form a heart with his fingers. Even that you mother, who lived two towns over, did not have time for you, was okay. You knew there were family matters she was involved in, family matters that you would have to deal with if she did not, so you were rather thankful, she took care of them.

She had called you in the morning, a few minutes before you were due to leave the house, wishing you a happy birthday. You could tell she was stressed and in a hurry, so you had assured her it was fine to cut the conversation short. By then it was almost time for class, and even though you knew you would have to spend more than eight hours in a stuffy, hot classroom, you somehow were looking forward to seeing your friends.

You knew there would be no surprise gifts or anything; the group you hung out with were not the kind of people to prepare something like that, and you were not the kind of person to receive gestures like that.

Nonetheless you had to admit it hurt a little, when none of them even mentioned your birthday. But well, you forgot birthdays often enough as well.

What did hurt was finding out that the whole group had planned on going out in the evening, to a nice new Japanese restaurant that had just opened the other month. You were sitting right next to them, as they discussed the plan for the evening, unable to help but wonder if they had cancelled on you for the restaurant.

You almost did not dare asking if you could come to, but you decided that if you did not, and they failed to invite you, your misery was on nobody but you. What you had not expected was their pitiful glances as they told you they had already reserved a table, and had not counted you in. That was the moment you decided that this birthday, like about all the others before too, sucked, and that you wanted it to be over as quickly as possible.

In your break you texted Frank, hoping he would tell you some absolutely crazy story from tour that might cheer you up, but by the time your classes ended, you still had not received a response from him.

On the way home you passed a supermarket and two bakeries, every time considering to buy a treat for yourself, a piece of cake, maybe a snack for the studying you still had to do, or a frozen pizza to make for dinner. But every time you felt too miserable for it, feeling like you would not enjoy it either way.

You had just taken you shoes off in the hallway of the small flat you were living in, when your phone rang. For the first time of the day excited, you answered, finding it was your father who had called. He was on a business trip, and wanted to tell you about his day. With not one word he mentioned your birthday, and you did neither. You knew he had his own workload and had probably forgotten which day it was, but when you hung up, after joking around with him for several minutes, you could not help the tears that began blurring your vision.

Not feeling like eating anything, you tried napping, but the whole time your mind circled around the exam you had to write the following day, and the essay you still had to edit.

So after almost ten minutes of restlessly laying on the couch you grabbed your mobile, realizing that Frank still had not answered, and eventually moved to your desk, beginning to revise the material for the exam one last time. It was hard staying focused, your mind again and again straying to your friends.

You wondered if the others were already at the restaurant, if any of them had remembered that it was your birthday today. Had they even felt the slightest bit bad for not having invited you, birthday or not?

And why was Frank not answering? During the day he never took longer than two hours to shoot a message back at you, but now it had almost been eight. Was he asleep? Their next show was half a week away, as you knew, so he could not be busy with that. What was he up to when they did not play shows? Did they go sightseeing? Had he even spared you another thought today?

After you had finished your last revision of the day, you grabbed an apple as a sorry excuse for dinner and began editing the essay.

You were halfway through, when you decided you had enough of the silence around you, and turned on the small, shitty TV in the corner of the room, letting it quietly play some crime show you were not interested in. You had made it to the last paragraph of your essay, when suddenly there was a ring at your doorbell, startling you terribly.

Wondering who might have the audacity to drop by, you got up from your crouched over position at the desk, and stretched. Maybe it was one of your neighbours. Many students lived in this apartment complex, since the rent was very cheap, so maybe one of them needed eggs or salt or something. As you made your way to the door, you quickly thought through the contents of the fridge. No, no eggs, you didn’t have eggs. Salt though, you had salt. Flour too, even baking parchment, if that was what the poor fellow came looking for.

When you opened the door, nothing could have prepared you for who was waiting on the other side.

Heavy backpack lazily flung over his shoulder, cuddled in an oversized sweater with his worn out jeans jacket on top, and black hair totally tousled, Frank shot you a wide grin as you opened the door, and stopped in your track.

“Happy birthday,” he laughed, quickly engulfing you in a hug. It took you a moment to process what had happened, your face already buried in the soft fabric of his hoddie, when you hugged back.

“What are you doing here,” you asked incredulously, pulling away from Frank, even though he had been all you had been thinking about for the last few hours.

“Well, I kinda had a feeling my best friend was having a shitty birthday, so I grabbed the first flight I could get, and decided to surprise you,” he shrugged, his eyes nervously watching your reaction, as if he was scared you would be upset with him.

“I- Frank- but don’t you have shows to play?”

“None that I can’t make it back to in time,” Frank answered casually, making you wonder how long exactly he had taken to make the decision to come see you. Probably barely long enough to find a flight here and back to the city he was scheduled to play at next.

“You’re impossible,” you sighed, “come in.”

“Already thought you wouldn’t offer,” Frank grinned, and bent down, picking something up from the floor. “For you.”

Stunned you took the small bouquet of flowers he had practically shoved in your face as he stepped past you into your flat. Sunflowers, red roses and baby’s breath were tied in a playful but also… romantic arrangement. You pushed the thought out of your head, since you had forbidden yourself years ago to hope for any romantic interest from Frank’s side. These were probably the only flowers he had found in the airport flower shop this late in the evening.

“Where is everyone?”

Frank had thrown his backpack onto the small bench in the hallway, taken off his shoes and jacket, and stepped into your tiny living room, which at the same time was your study, kitchen and dining room. Only the bath and the bedroom were separated, although the bedroom was barely big enough for your bed.

“Hm?”

Having closed the door, you had followed Frank, searching for a glass, in lack of vases, for the flowers.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to invite people over for a party or something?”

Frank looked around the room, noticing the washed and dried cereal bowl next to the sink, obviously from this morning, the left overs of the apple you had eaten earlier on a small plate next to your opened laptop, which displayed a document you had been working on, one that looked pretty official. Nothing whatsoever hinted at a party or even a small get together. No decorations, no glasses or beverages or snacks prepared. He already regretted having mentioned anything; it was obvious the plan had changed.

“Everyone cancelled on me,” you answered, filling the glass you had fetched with water and placing the flowers in it. “You didn’t check your phone, did you?”

“Died on me,” Frank nodded. “What happened?”

“I don’t know really,” you answered, walking over to your desk and saving the document you had worked on before clearing the table so you could place the flowers on it. With the little space you had, you opted for using your desk as dinner table. “Just… they all cancelled and today I found out they ended up having booked a table at this new fancy restaurant.”

“Why didn’t you ask to join,” Frank wondered, finally settling down on the sofa that stood against one of the walls, as he watched you rummage through your cupboard.

“Don’t think I didn’t,” you answered, pulling out a kettle and setting up water to boil. Frank grinned as he watched you grab some tea from the shelf. You always made tea for him when he came to visit, and he tried telling himself it was just in his head, but he was convinced your tea was the best he had ever had. “They said they hadn’t planned me in, so they didn’t have the seats.”

Behind your back you could hear Frank stiffening. “That’s asshole behaviour,” he snarled.

You did not have to turn around to know the expression he was wearing; furrowed brows, lips tightly pressed together. You knew his malcontent was not directed at you, and yet it always made you feel uncomfortable, seeing him upset like this.

He was protective over you sometimes, you knew that, but the way he stared at a spot outside the window now, made your heart clench. All day you had felt ignored and unloved, but Frank, with one single expression expressing his anger at you having been treated unfairly made up for the whole shitty day.

“It’s okay,” you tried reassuring him, waiting for the water to boil, mainly to see his face soften back into the beautiful smile you loved to see on him.

“It’s fucking not,” Frank disagreed getting up from the sofa. “That’s absolute bullshit! How dare them!”

“That’s just how life is,” you shrugged.

“No it’s not. At least it’s not supposed to be.” Frank reached over your shoulder, flicking the switch of the kettle off.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re going out, and I’m telling these people exactly what I think about them leaving my best friend hanging,” Frank declared, already marching into the hallway to put his shoes back on.

“The fuck you are!”

Grabbing him by the back of his shirt, you brought him to a stop.

“Why not?”

“You can’t just march into that restaurant, and start beef with some college students!”

“Again: why not? You deserve better than to be treated like this! If I hadn’t randomly decided to jump into a plane this morning, you’d probably still be sitting over that paper or whatever you were writing. All alone. On your birthday!”

For a moment you stared up at Frank, at his black hair hanging in wild strands into his forehead, at his hazel eyes flashing passionately in the dim light of your flat, at the way his jaw was clenched angrily. And just for a moment you allowed yourself to imagine the scenario of Frank waltzing into a fancy Japanese restaurant with all his unrestrained, by band- and punk-life sharpened blades of anger, and telling your college mates just exactly what he thought of them letting you down. It truly would be a sight to behold.

“We don’t even know if they’re still there,” you argued finally.

For a few more seconds Frank stared at you, before he deflated.

“Fuck, okay.” He shook his head, giving his shoes next to the door a long look. “Fine, you win. But only under one condition.”

Expectantly you raised your eyebrows.

“You tell me what kind of take-out you want, and let me order.”

For a moment you felt tempted to tell him you did not want to eat anything. Earlier in the evening, when you had forced down the apple, you had felt sick at the thought of food, but now you realised just how hungry you were.

“Italian,” you decided spontaneously, knowing there would be no point in arguing with Frank over what to order.

“Then I know just the place,” he grinned. Placing both hands at your shoulders, he maneuvered past you to reach your phone station, but not without pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

It was over quicker than you had time to register it, his lips warm against your skin one moment and gone the next, but the gesture made your heart beat faster, and your cheeks heat up.

While Frank dialled the number to whatever place he seemed to have memorized it from, you returned back to the kettle with water, turning it back on, before you turned off the TV, which had still been running.

A few minutes later Frank came back to join you in the living room, and settled back down on the sofa.

While you were waiting for whatever Frank had ordered, you shared the tea you had prepared, and talked about what you had experienced in the time since you had last seen each other. Frank obviously had the far more interesting stories, having travelled around the country and all, but he was curious and listened to everything you had to say, his attention on you feeling intense, as he watched you gesture around.

It turned out it had been a wise decision to let Frank order. The delivery service dropped off several small boxes with different kinds of pastas, two huge pizzas, one of which your absolute favourite, drinks, and a box with tiramisu. Frank insisted on paying, basically battling you in the doorway about who got to pay, making the elderly Italian man who had dropped off the food raise his eyebrows at you. You lost the fight quickly, and were back on your way to the living room, balancing the food as good as possible in your arms, as you overheard the two men talking in the hallway.

“I didn’t know you had a sweetheart, Frank,” the old man teased.

“Well, you don’t always know everything,” came the reply that made your heart stutter. He hadn’t denied it. And even if this meant technically nothing, it still reminded you off the kiss he had pressed to your forehead not half an hour ago.

You had barely piled all the boxes onto your desk, when Frank joined you, and together you opened everything and spread it out over the small couch table, so you could sit comfortably while eating.

It felt like it was way past midnight, but the clock only showed 10pm, when you had finished the tiramisu. There were some leftovers from the pasta dishes, and neither Frank nor you had finished your pizzas, since you had strategically calculated enough space in your stomach for the desert, so you packed everything up, stored the leftovers in your formerly almost empty fridge, and cuddled back up on the sofa.

It was not unusual for you and Frank to sit close, but now he had pulled your legs over his lap, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head against his. You were not sure what he was thinking as he drummed small rhythms against your thigh, or why he had pulled you in like that, but after such a disappointing day as today, you really needed his comfort, really needed him. He smelled of cheap airport coffee and his shampoo, which you loved so much, and his hair softly tickled your face.

“Don’t you have an exam tomorrow,” he suddenly remembered, pulling away a little, and thus your moment of peace was destroyed.

“Thanks for reminding me,” you whined, dropping your head to his shoulder.

“At what time do you need to get there,” he asked, continuing to drumming his fingers against your thigh in a rhythm only he could make out.

Trying to remember the time you answered him.

“So you should get up by… ten? Latest. Maybe we should get you to bed,” Frank thought out loud.

“That’s still more than nine hours,” you defended, as you glanced at the clock. It had been 10pm when you had cleaned up the table but now it was almost quarter to one. Had you really spent this much time cuddling with Frank? It had felt like minutes, not long enough anyway.

“But I need you to be well rested tomorrow, so you can give it your all,” he gently nudged his nose against your head, coaxing you to look up at him.

You wanted to answer, to talk back, but the words died in your throat. Frank’s face was so close to you that you could see every tiny freckle, even in the dim, orange light of you old lamp. His eyes studied your face closely, as you just stared at him, unable to look away or think of anything to say or do.

And in the next moment his lips were pressed to yours, making your breath hitch. Instinctively you brought up your hands to his face, cupping it, as he kissed you first gently, then more demanding. You had half a mind to wonder why he had kissed you, why he kept kissing you, too focused on how soft his lips were, on how sweet he tasted, with the last traces of cream and coffee from the tiramisu lingering on his tongue as he licked against your lips. You gave in, throwing all the resolutions of the past years out of the window. Every thought of ‘he doesn’t like you like that’ and ‘you’re just friends, you shouldn’t think about him this way’ evaporated into thin air as he kissed you deeper, pulled you closer. Your hands were wrapped into his soft curls, the only remaining thought in your head being that you never wanted this moment to end, when suddenly he froze up, and pulled away.

“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry,” he swore, turning his face away from you as well as possible with you halfway sitting in his lap. “Fuck, god damn it.”

“Frankie?”

Your voice was rough, and your heart hammering in your chest, as you tried turning his face back to you, but he resisted your gently touch.

“Did I- did I do something wrong,” you asked carefully, refusing to move away from him already, since he made no attempt of pushing you off. Instead he covered his face with his hands, but not before you could see that he was blinking rapidly.

He laughed a joyless laugh. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he mumbled into his palms. “But I messed up fucking big time.”

You waited for him to elaborate, but when he did not, you gently brushed one of your hands through his hair, the other over his fingers that still covered his face.

“Is this about the kiss,” you asked, and for a long moment you expected him not to answer, before he eventually looked up at you.

His eyes were red rimmed, but there were no tears, only tightly pressed together lips as he carefully scanned your face.

“I fucked up, I shouldn’t have kissed you,” Frank explained, breaking your heart a little. “Just because I’ve wanted to do this for so long doesn’t mean you-“ he swallowed, “If you want me out of here, I completely get that. I wouldn’t want some creep who just threw himself at me-“

“You’re no creep, Frank, shut the fuck up,” you interrupted him.

For yet another moment you just looked at each other, before he spoke up again.

“I’m sorry for kissing you,” he mumbled. You nodded, resisting the urge to tell him that you had not minded at all, might have even asked him to kiss you if you had known he had wanted to. “How can I make this up to you?”

His hazel eyes were full of sincerity, and yet the awkwardness of him apologizing for overstepping a boundary while you were still seated in his lap did not escape either of you.

“Well,” you gently brushed you hand through his hair again, his curls silky under your fingertips, as you remembered what he had said, that he had wanted to kiss you for a long time. “The only apology I think I can accept is another kiss.”

You watched as Frank processed your words, as their meaning reached through to him, and he perked up.

“You sure,” he asked, his eyes flickering to your lips, watching them as you smiled.

“Absolutely. A kiss and nothing else will do. You’re not the only one who has wanted this for too long.”

It was as if your words had broken a wall because Frank quickly leant forward, once more pressing his lips to yours as you giggled and pulled him in closer.

“Wait, wait-“ This time Frank did not pull away completely, just far enough to be able to whisper against your lips. “This is not a onetime thing right? ‘cause I don’t think I could take it if it were.”

“No-uh,” you shook your head slightly, “you’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me.”

“I see nothing to complain about then,” Frank smiled, bringing his lips back against yours, and kissing you again with all the love he had not dared showing you before.

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