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[siredtosturniolos]

house of mirrors

paring: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: halloween was without a doubt your favorite holiday, always seeking the thrill that comes with being scared. you find yourself going to the house of mirrors by yourself, but you never were truly alone, were you?

warnings: smut! sex w a stranger, mask kink if you squint. (heavily inspired by haunting adeline! a great dark romance book if you’re into that btw)

authors note!: guys this is my first like, fr smut so pls lmk how it is!! (also im new to tumblr and i can’t respond to comments on posts like what???) also hopefully this is proof read enough i kinda gave up lol

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it was october 31st, your favorite time of the year which means your favorite halloween carnival had made its way back to santa monica blvd.

the west hollywood halloween carnival.

it was a tradition for you and your friends to attend every year, and you were typically the first to enter any frightening experience. you love the thrill of being scared, the thrill of not knowing what’s coming next and perhaps you liked it a little too much.

the silent gasps or he pressing of your thighs, was often how you spent your day during these experiences. especially anytime someone with a ghostface mask came in your line of sight

you and your friends had spent hours at the carnival attending various activities and shows having a good time. they had definitely stepped up their game from last year leaving you wanting more.

you see a sign, pointing in the direction of a haunted house of mirrors. quickly expressing to your friends do you wanted to go but they had had enough.

“you’re crazy if you think I’m gonna go through that.” one of your friends spoke, the others nod in agreement

You shrugged. “well i’m going, so i guess i’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“‘kay, be careful and have fun! we will be at the apple cider stand.” one of your friends offered with a smile, before you parted ways.

you kept walking in the direction of the house of mirrors, finding that it became less and less populated as you walked. it was on the edge of the carnival grounds, almost secluded, and you finally found it and saw that there was no one standing at the entrance, allowing yourself to slip inside wordlessly.

you didn’t know what to expect, but you were shocked seeing the mirrors surrounded by black painted walls with a slight red hue from the ceiling from the led lights. cob webs and fake spiders decorated the ceiling.

before you step in any further, you check the time cursing to yourself as you realize the fair is supposed to close in just over an hour.

mazes were one of your favorite things, and you were upset slightly that you had to rush due to not wanting to be stuck here after hours.

it takes all of five minutes before you’re lost, you keep your hands out in front of you preventing you from running face first into one of the mirrors. the feeling sunk in and your heart rate started pumping irradically, your breathing uneven with excitement.

you knew you weren’t alone, as this was supposed to be a haunted house of mirrors, desperately waiting for any signs of life as you knew someone would pop out to scare you soon.

in the distance, you hear a faint shuffling of feet, and you couldn’t help but grin yourself. you just hoped the mirrors wouldn’t ruin the ruin the scare as you quickly glanced around in all directions, trying to spot somebody.

you almost fall face first into a mirror, but you’re quickly distracted as you hear a chuckle. your head snaps up at the sound, your adrenaline spikes quickly pumping the chemical into your heart, and kicking up the speed further.

finding your way past the mirror that almost gave you a nose job you begin walking again.

“why aren’t you a pretty little thing?” a deep husky voice whispered, that seemed to have come from every direction of the room you were in. your limbs freeze, not sure if you were hearing or if it actually was whispered to you.

you keep charging forward, determined to figure your way out before whoever it was in here could actually mess with you.

“where are you going pretty girl?” your jaw drops in shock and a sinister chuckle echoes making your skin scatter with goosebumps from the tone of voice you had heard.

maybe if you keep quiet, he won’t be able to find you in this dark lighting. you quickly resume walking up until your speedwalking through the tricky gaze of the mirrors. you have no idea how far you are, but you’re unsure if you’ve even made it halfway through.

suddenly a tall figure in reflecting across the mirrors, dressed in all black with a ghost mask face on his head. you gasp at the sight, thighs clenching instantly. you begin whipping around just to find more of his reflection as he’s not behind you, but he’s somewhere close.

“stop it!” you bite out, your chest heaving. he doesn’t answer and you’re caught in a whirlwind, my body moving in in circles, desperate to figure your way out and away from him.

“you come here alone?” the man asked as his reflection as he resumed walking.

you swallow nervously, “obviously.” you whisper, still searching for where he is. it feels like you shouldn’t have said that.

“no one here to save you.” he teases you, crossing his arms across his chest as he halts his actions.

your eyebrows raised instantly, “why the hell would I need to be saved? are you going to hurt me?” you incredulously asked, getting another chuckle out of the man.

“no,” he instantly replies before his reflection is completely taken away you spin in circles, trying to see if he’s approaching you. you were bound to throw up due to the amount of spinning you had done tonight.

hi figure suddenly comes back to the mirrors, now missing his shirt and your cheeks flushed at the delicious sight surrounding you.

“i’m going to ruin you.” you take a hesitant step backwards, nearly bumping into a mirror and watching him intently.

his image moves, his body walking in a different direction. is he coming closer? it’s too hard to see, the adrenaline in your system rising to dangerous levels kept you on your toes.

he’s scaring you.

“run,” he growls “if i find you, i fuck you.”

And you instantly sprained into action, running with your hands slightly extended, bumping into mirrors as you make your way through the maze. after a few minutes, you’re already out of breath the adrenaline and fear are getting to you. your chest is constricted too tight.

you couldn’t help but be turned on as you realize you’re lost and trapped with a stranger, who’s actively promising something if he catches you. chest pumping you wait for him to find you there’s no chance you can outrun him, as he works here and knows the maze like the back of his hand.

breath suddenly tickles your ear, sending chills down your spine. you clench your eyes shut at the feeling of his hot body pressing into your back. he keeps his hands to himself for now, but you know that won’t last much longer.

“i’ll scream.” you threaten through a broken whisper. you watch in bewilderment as he slowly lifts his hand and takes off his mask. he was painfully gorgeous. longer brunette hair with piercing blue eyes, perfectly plump, pink lips pouting slightly as he stared back at your reflection.

maybe i can scream for different reasons you thought to yourself.

you quickly turn around to get a real look at him, that isn’t a reflection for the first time tonight. he’s instantly leaning forward and capturing your lips between his the second you turned to face him.

you were fighting with yourself, unsure if you really wanted to hook up with this really hot stranger in the middle of a mirror maze. testing the waters, you bite down on his bottom lip, a deep groan swirls through your mouth, urging you to bite harder.

he tastes like cherry soda. you can’t help but let a low moan slip past your lips at the taste, not expecting something so delicious. you slightly start to back away as you realize how crazy this is, and his palm reaches up to wrap around the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling you impossibly closer.

you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, lost in the taste of him, lost in the weight of his lips on yours. realizing what you’re doing you release his lip from your teeth, and attempt to pull away again.

he doesn’t let you let go and instead sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. he let his teeth painfully nip at your lip, causing you gasp at the sensation, granting him access and allowing him to explore your mouth.

your pussy responds instantly, throbbing from the feel of his tongue. an involuntary moan escapes as his tongue traced yours, and his kiss turns fierce. you’re running out of air so you have to harshly push yourself away from him and stumble back into the mirror behind you, sucking in several deep breaths, your cheeks suddenly trapped between his large hands.

“give me those fucking lips.” he spits before, forcing his tongue back into your mouth. the kiss was so heated you could feel sweat form at your hairline. your hands travel between your bodies, slowly going up his stomach to a firm chest. you roughly push him away, your lips separating with a audible smack.

“stop,” you begged, foggy and confused from the lack of air.

“what did i say?” he demanded harshly, quickly evading your personal space yet again.

“if i catch you, i fuck you.” he repeats slowly as he leans against the mirror behind you looking down on you, “i know you want this, you’ve been watching me all night, baby.” your breath hitches at his words, remembering all the times you had seen him earlier in the day. you had assumed it was several people, as ghost face was a popular character.

your mouth opens, but the words are slow to tumble past your lips, “you aren’t fucking me in here.”

“why not baby? you afraid i’ll fuck you better than you’ve ever had before?” he asked, placing a wet kiss to your neck, making you shudder with pleasure.

with the way he was acting and speaking, you knew you were going to cave soon. this was just out of your realm so you weren’t sure if this is really something you should do.

“i’ll stop if you really want me too, but from the way your body is reacting to me,” he grins down at you, wedging a thigh between your legs and pressing slightly making your hips buck in an desperate need of attention. “you want this more than you think you do.”

you both stand in silence for a few moments before his long fingers latch onto the zipper of your hoodie, slowly pulling it down. the material parting at a painful pace, and the sound of metal teeth separating seems deafening compared to the silence you were just in.

drake said something about you only live once right? fuck it.

“don’t torture me.” you spit out, your anger flashing from his deliberately, slow pace. a wicked smile flashes onto his face at your desperate tone of voice.

“but that’s exactly what I plan to do to you.” he, he replies, goosebumps rise on your skin once again as begins to brought up your shirt, wanting you to take it off, and i’m reminded suddenly that we are not alone.

“someone could come in here.” you whisper, your voice on the verge of cracking.

the man shakes his head briefly, “It’s just us baby you don’t have to worry about it.”

“i don’t even know your name.” you carry on in order to distract him buying yourself time to recollect your thoughts and process what’s about to happen.

“chris.” he replied instantly, his gaze zoned in on the exposed skin of your lower stomach as he lifted the shirt, higher and higher. finally, the shirt is gone and he leans back towards you, letting his hands drift up your stomach and cup your breast.

he squeezes your breast nearly to the point of pain, before he lowered his head to place a soft kiss to your left nipple, “if we had more time, i would fuck these.” he promises before releasing them and moving his hands to the buttons of your jeans.

this is wrong, so very wrong, but you can’t find it in yourself to stop him from unzipping your jeans, or even when he hooked his thumbs on either side and pulling them down

he helps you out of your shoes and then slips the jeans free, leaving you in nothing but your black and orange lacy thong. chris’ eyes light up upon seeing them, tracing the delicate silk before snapping the band against your skin.

“my favorite color is orange.” he mumbles, biting his bottom lip.

“you have to undress too.” you insist, not liking the feeling of being so exposed what he still had his jeans and shoes on. he smirks down at you and jesters for you to have at it. you undressed him slowly wanting to tease him the way he’s been teasing you all night.

you nearly choke on the air when you pulled down his pants and underwear, finally resting your eyes on his hard cock. without a doubt he was bigger than you’d ever had.

he pulls you in for another erratic kiss, full of teeth clashing and spit being exchanged. the energy between you both is as rising, as you both drink from each other, lust and sparks of fire heavy in the air. as your tongues fight for dominance, his hands slip around your waist and lifts you effortlessly. you wrap your legs around his trim waist just as you feel the cool glass press against your back as he had suddenly moved you backwards.

he quickly grasped your thong, effortlessly ripping the thin fabric from your hips shocking you. you detach yourself from his mouth and look at him in shock. e ignores your look and positions the head of his cock at your entrance.

“spread your pussy for me, baby.” he orders you though gritted teeth. you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal see from your core. a deep red flush stains your chest as you spread your legs further apart. his hands tightens on your hips almost painfully, and you can’t help but hope to wake up with fingerprint bruises left to remind you of this night.

you trailed a hand down your stomach, slowly spreading your lips apart, hissing as the gust of air is now penetrating your exposed sex.

“don’t even think of moving your hands.” he threatens, a second before he’s pulling you down on his dick.

you gasp, your free hand flying to his chest so you can push him off, he’s too much stretching you wider than you’d ever been. you whimper from the stretch, the slight burn, as you can feel his girth slide between your fingers as begins to slightly thrust deeper.

“t-too much!” you whine out, your back arching as he inches his way inside of you.

he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing it rapidly making you back arch further as he continues to work himself inside of you. he finally bottoms out and barely gives me any time to adjust, but the pain is morphing into something far more pleasurable and breathtaking. he slides out and pushes in quickly, a low moan rattling through his chest.

your body feels impossibly full, the sensation driving you wild. your a whining mess, clenching down tightly only encouraging chris to move faster.

he pulls out to the tip and then he slams his entire inside of you. here’s no doubt you could see him bulging in your stomach.

“chris!” you screamed, struggling to keep your hand exactly where he wanted it.

“fuck I can barely fucking fit.” he groans and you can’t help but agree. it must be why it feels like you’re getting torn in half.

he braces himself against the mirror, his body is consumed with the pleasure. shockwaves of pleasure scatter throughout your body as he quickens his pace, roughly fucking you against the mirror while loud noises you’ve never made fall from your lips.

the pleasure is blinding in the feeling of him, sliding in and out between your fingers, only helping to build the pit of your stomach begging to be released.

“i want you to watch the way i fuck you.” chris demands, roughly smacking your clit. it takes everything in you to peel your eyes open and sweep them over the mirror’s surrounding you.

several different mirrored images are staring back at you, being able to see the way his ass clenches as he fills you to the brim, his back muscles tensing, and how good his arms look from supporting your weight.

eventually, your eyes find their way back to his face, a sexy smirk placed on his lips. he leans in close, allowing his lips to barely brushing yours, as he watches you slowly come apart at the seams.

“tell me baby, have you ever been fucked this good?”

you bite your lip and shake your head, fighting the urge to close your eyes as the pleasures starting to become too much. he’s not oblivious to this though, as he changes the position, sliding each arm underneath your knees, and hiking them up higher than they were before. he instantly hit that special spot deep inside of you, your legs begin to violently shake.

“oh my god.” you moan out, this time you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head.

your stomach is tight and you know your orgasm is approaching, and you can’t help but wish this could last even longer than it had.

“you want to come all over my cock baby?” he darkly taunts, bringing a hand down to your clit again and rubbing expertly.

you nod your head frantically, but he wants words.

“say it.” he spits out, slowing his thrusts, knowing that you were so close to falling off that delicious edge

you let out a whine, “please let me come all over your cock.” out speak through gritted teeth, watching a triumphant smirk make its way onto chris’s face. his fast pace resumes, his dick fucking into you faster than before bringing you right back to that edge yet again.

“come for me baby, wanna feel you.” he groans into your ear and that was all you needed to hear for the band in your stomach to finally snap. you screamed his name as you came, your body convulsing and arching into his.

chris responds in his own moans and whimpers as he slams into you one last time painting your insides until it can no longer fit inside of you. you’re catching your breath as you feel your combined juices pour down your thighs as he slowly lowered your legs, slipping out of you.

chris is breathing heavily in front of you, his eyes dark as he watches his cum slip down your thighs, lifting a hand to scoop it up and offer it to you. you let your lips part and he places his fingers on your tongue, and you take the pleasure of swirling them around in your mouth, sucking harshly. he takes a deep breath as he pulls his fingers away.

wordlessly, chris helps you redress yourself minus your thong that he had decided to pocket once he had put his jeans on himself. zipping up your hoodie, you turn to face mirrors to see the damage your face had gone through. your mascara was smeared, your lipstick basically gone, and your lips were puffy from the brutal kissing.

as you’re doing your best to wipe up the mascara, chris comes up behind you and starts to run his fingers through your hair as it had been tangled from rubbing against the glass for so long.

“thank you.” you quietly speak, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

chris grin back at you, “that was really fun.” he replied, coming to stand beside you and lean against the mirror you were staring at.

you hummed agreement, “i hope you’re from here cause i’d really like to do that again.” he continued, surprising you as you figured this was just a one night stand type of thing, but it must not be to him.

quickly you exchange phone number’s and part ways with a dopey smile on your lips as you were slightly limping to go back towards your friends. checking the time you’re shocked to see that it’s an hour past closing, and your friends texted you saying they were waiting in the car.

you quickly make your way out to the parking lot not missing chris, who was standing by the entrance with a few other team members as they were all staring at you as you made your way towards your friends car.

“where the fuck have you been!?” your friend instantly demands the second you open the door and slip into the passenger seat.

you offer a shy smile, “i got lost.”

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[mrsriddlenott]

~ Caught ~

Mattheo Riddle x Fem!reader

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Warnings:Language, Fingering, Smut&Fluff, Choking, Thigh Riding, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink(kinda), Aggressive Sex

You, Mattheo, Theo, Draco, Blaise, and Lorenzo had been best friends since you first met each other on the Hogwarts Express seven years ago. It was so simple up until your fourth year when girls started hating you for how close you were with the pack of Slytherins. Every girl that wanted them seemed to think you did too, when in reality you just wanted the one.

Ever since you knew what it meant to like someone, you liked Mattheo Riddle. You just couldn’t explain it, where everyone else saw a rude and careless jerk, all you saw was a damaged and neglected boy who needed to be shown what it meant to be loved. You never expected him to like you back and you definitely never expected to be in an almost year long secret relationship with him.

You knew your friends, and girls Mattheo had never talked to nor thought of talking to, would react negatively and possessively. So when Mattheo finally admitted he had been developing feelings for you halfway into your sixth year, you came to a mutual agreement to keep it a secret.

Just until graduation.

You knew it wasn’t smart by any means but the late nights alone together at the top of the Astronomy Tower. And the walks around the Black Lake after curfew. And nights spent sneaking to the kitchen just for an excuse to spend more time together, were the nights you would remember most. You were meant for each other, and neither of you wanted your idiotic peers to ruin it before it could properly begin.

When Mattheo saw you walking his direction on the way to breakfast on a Saturday morning he gave you a subtle nod towards an empty classroom. You made sure it was clear, and excitedly entered after him. Almost as soon as you shut the door completely you were pressed against it with Mattheo’s hands on either side of your head, towering over you.

“I haven’t gotten enough time alone with you this past month,” He spoke, as though just accepting that fact hurt him, “So, I’ve told the boys I’m tutoring a third year and can’t make it to Hogsmeade with them. I expect you’ll find an excuse to stay behind before breakfast ends, right Princess?” He smiled at you as he brought his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Definitely.” You had been unable to spend more than an hour together ever since lessons and his Quidditch practice started picking up and you were eager to get a whole day with him.

“I want you to try something new for me Princess.” He smiled while you eyed him suspiciously, “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, if you don’t like it we’ll never do it again.”

“…okayyy, are yo-“

“Great. Come to my dorm when you’re done eating.” You couldn’t get a question out as he placed a peck to your cheek and slipped out the door behind you.

You were straddling his lap as he sat against his headboard less than an hour later with you hands in his hair as his ran up and down your body and his lips explored your neck. Before long he readjusted your hips so you were now straddling his thigh instead of his lap.

“Alright, time for my request,” He watched your face contort into confusion with a smile and wiggle of his eyebrows, “I want you to ride my thigh Princess,” Your face lit up bright red as your hands gripped his shoulders.

“I- you what?” You were confused but there was no denying the wetness growing between your legs as he placed his hands firmly on your hips ready to guide you as he whispered in your ear slower this time, “I want you to ride my thigh,” He roughly bit at your neck making you instinctively buck forward, the rough fabric of his jeans against your clothed core making you shiver, “I want to watch you come all over my pants before I fuck you Princess,” Mattheo could feel the growing puddle in your now damp underwear as he licked up your neck with a groan before meeting your eyes.

“Come on Baby, for me?” He leaned his head back with a tiny pout and light tug on your hips. The feeling only the smallest movement gave you had you giving in and bucking forward on his leg in a matter of seconds. As you grind yourself on him you let your moans slip out of your mouth as Mattheo watches your face intently.

“Mm, you like that Baby? Oh fuck I thought you would.” He practically moans, looking at your movements on his thigh as he spoke. As you sped up your movements and knocked your head back one of his hands shot up to your jaw with a firm grip bringing your eyes to his.

“You’re gonna keep looking at me if you want to cum Princess. Understand?” You nodded as much as you could in his hand as he arched an eyebrow at you. His free hand snaked around you to your back, stopping your movements on his thigh, “Use that beautiful voice of yours, okay Baby?”

“Okay, I understand,” You whimpered as he moved his hand from your back to your hip, guiding your movements once more. “Good girl, I think you deserve a reward.” He was now holding your hips in his other hand as well as he guided you towards your orgasm. Before long you were a moaning mess on top of him, your back arching as you kept eye contact while coming undone above him. Almost as soon as you came he was flipping you over with his thigh still between your legs as he fumbled to remove your shirt, quickly becoming annoyed and ripping it apart allowing the buttons to scatter across his floor.

Your gasp and moans were suppressed as he pulled you up into a kiss and removed the remnants of your shirt. Your fingers fumbled with his belt as he leant back to watch you with a smile, he let you slightly struggle with the belt before you unfastened it and pulled it from it’s loops. “Good job Princess,”

His praises had you moving faster as you both removed each others clothes, throwing them in different directions while smashing your lips together and laying back on the bed as soon as you were both fully exposed.

Mattheo readjusted to watch your face as he slowly pushed himself inside you with a moan. You squirmed around him and shut your eyes before his actions stopped and his hand slithered up to your neck with a soft but dominant grip. “What did I say Princess?”

You quickly opened your eyes while mumbling his previous order back to him before he immediately began plowing inside of you, gripping the sides of your neck harder. His thrusts were rough and fast as he maintained eye contact with you, fucking you at a steady pace as you began to moan loudly.

He was practically driving you into the mattress as his speed pushed you slightly up towards the headboard before both his hands grabbed your hips and pulled them towards him as you yelped. He moaned while he positioned your legs along his chest fucking you faster still, hitting angles he hadn’t before. Your moans quickly became higher in pitch as your walls fluttered around him, back arching while you came on his dick.

His pace remained steady as he let you throw your head back and close your eyes as he fucked you through your orgasm. His actions slowed slightly, “Look at me Princess.” His voice was demanding and laced with lust, when your eyes met his again they were even darker from being disobeyed yet again.

Mattheo shoved your legs away as he pushed himself forward onto you, his hand gripped the back of your neck as he rested his forehead on yours, speeding up his movements to an unrelenting pace you’d never felt before. You were practically screaming his name as he chuckled and lightly smacked the side of your thigh that now tightly wrapped around his waist. He smashed his lips onto yours as his eyes shut, silently giving you permission to do the same while both your moans were drowned in the sloppy, sensual kiss you shared.

The kiss seemed to egg him on as Mattheo’s thrusts became irregular before he stilled, muscles twitching as he came inside of you. He immediately slid up and out of you as he shoved two of his fingers inside of you, moving them quickly against your g-spot pulling out your final orgasm.

Mattheo slowly pulled his fingers from you, chuckling at your whimper before bringing his fingers to your mouth for you to suck them clean. Mattheo then reached to his bedside table for a towel and cleaned his and your own cum from your thighs before kissing and licking at the many marks his lips and hands had made.

“You did so good for me Princess,” You smile at him while his lips work to pamper your body while repeatedly telling you how much he loves you. He then plops himself down next to you as you both turn to look at each other, “I really do love you, you know that right?”

“Yes,” you chuckled at him with a slight shake of your head, “and I love you too Mattheo,” He smiled at you slightly before looking away.

You both lay on your sides still out of breath and facing each other as Mattheo plays with your fingers before his eyes found yours, speaking again, “So, I was thinking that…maybe…if you’re okay with it…we could try and tell the others?” You smiled at him as you brought your hand up to cup his cheek, his eyes fluttered shut with a happy sigh at the contact, “Of course my love, I think it’s time.”

His smile grew so large that his dimples you love so much were popping out prominently as he lay with his eyes shut still, letting you graze your fingers up and down his cheek. “We should start getting dressed, they’ll be back soon.”

He let out a childish groan as he stretched his arms out to wrap you in a tight hug, “Just five more minutes Princess,” He sighed contentedly into your neck. But five minutes turned into ten, and ten into twenty, and eventually you had been talking and cuddling for almost an hour without noticing the time. Luckily you thought to glance at your watch before shoving Mattheo, who clearly hadn’t caught on yet, off your chest mid-sentence, “Dinner’s almost over, help me find our underwear before they walk in on us naked.”

“Fuck Princess they’re definitely back already,” Mattheo rambled as he rushed to find the clothes you two had thrown somewhere around the dorm in the the heat of the moment. “I bet they’re on the way down here right now, I don’t want them to find out like this, I had this whole thing I was gonna say and everything.” You smiled at that as you searched the side of the dorm you thought you saw your underwear thrown at.

“Here’s your bra Lovely,” Mattheo said as he tossed the black piece of lace over his shoulder. When you found your underwear you quickly covered yourself with the garments and grabbed Mattheos boxers from between the mattress and frame while he was too focused on finding your clothing to worry about his bare ass. Which was pointed at the now open door revealing your best friends.

“Mattheoooo, we got yo- WAIT!! Y/N IS THE MYSTERY GIRL YOU’VE BEEN HIDING FROM US AND SNEAKING AROUND WITH?!?!” Enzo yelled in pure shock as he pushed his way past the other three larger boys, who were frozen, open mouthed in the door frame. Mattheo rushed to cover your body with his as the three stayed standing at the door, eyes wide and pointed at you.

“Sorry sorry sorry,” Enzo turned, closing his eyes while attempting, and failing, to push the others away in order to close the door.

Mattheo held his hands cupped over what he could cover of himself as he nervously bounced back and forth in front of you. The three boys remained in the door with Enzo desperately trying to get them to listen while Draco unapologetically attempted to look past Mattheo, who suddenly lost all his nervousness upon noticing this.

“Get the fuck out and stop looking at my girlfriend’s body right now or you will fucking regret it.” Mattheo snapped in a calm but demanding voice that made you wish there was time for round two.

After the door was shut you held his boxers out in front of him, “So much for the thought out speech about me being your girlfriend.” You giggled from behind him as he covered himself and grabbed his button up from the floor. He began putting it over your arms and buttoning it himself as you gave him a quizzical look.

“Since I ripped yours Princess, now get your pretty legs under the covers and I’ll invite our friends in for a civil conversation.” You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest. “Okay okay, civil as long as Draco never ever looks at you that way again,” He shrugged with a smirk.

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[valeskafics]

"Every Breath You Take" - Dark!Michael Gavey x Reader

Summary: You find comfort in an unlikely place after being stalked at a campus Halloween party.

TW: yandere/possessive/dark/stalker behavior, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, spying, masturbation m and f, voyeurism ig, hand on mouth, tiddy succin, unprotected sex, p in v sex, fingering, handjob

Word Count: 4,280 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

It’s a chilly October afternoon when Michael speaks to you for the first time. You walk into the campus IT office, your hair pulled back in a high ponytail off your face to show off your features. You’re smiling, at him no less, something he isn’t exactly used to, let alone from one of the most popular girls at Oxford. He immediately sets aside his laptop, abandoning his poor starving Neopets in favor of talking to you. He eyes you up and down, musing to himself that your lowrise jeans truly suit you, gaze lingering on your cleavage just above where your velour Juicy Couture hoodie is zipped up to.

“Hi, Michael, right?”

Your voice is kind with not a hint of ridicule in it, unlike the way your friends treat him. Your full lips are coated with a layer of lip gloss, and he wonders to himself if it’s flavored. If he could taste it if he kissed you. His face flushes a bright shade of red at the thought and he greets you by name before averting his gaze to the floor and asking how he can help you.

“Well, I was told you’re the guy to see if I’m having computer issues,” you smile brightly, “My laptop is being really slow, and I have no idea why.” You give him the cutest little pout that has his mind going in a thousand directions before you question, “Any chance you can help a girl out?”

He nods eagerly, swallowing before he speaks, “Have you downloaded anything on it recently?”

“Just Limewire.”

Michael gives you a small smile, “Limewire? Possible that you have a virus then.”

“A virus?” He can’t help but find the way you cover your mouth and gasp to be adorable, “Like I’ve been hacked?”

His eyes dart back down to your cleavage before he nods and takes your laptop from you, hooking it into his system and booting it up, “A virus or just some sort of malware. Possibly even a trojan. Unfortunately, for all the benefits Limewire gives you, there are some definite risks.”

“Gosh, what can I do?”

Michael thinks for a moment, an awful idea coming to him. One that could easily get him kicked out of school or even, worst case scenario, sent to jail. But then he looks at you again, the sliver of skin visible between the top of your jeans and the bottom of your hoodie, the way you’re looking at him with those innocent eyes, helpless and needing his assistance, and he decides fuck it. He’s doing it.

“Don’t worry about a thing, just leave it here with me for a while and I’ll sort you out.”

“Ooh, alright, when should I come back?”

He thinks for a moment before responding, “Probably not for a couple of hours.”

You nod, thanking him profusely before heading out the door, pulling out your cell phone, a cute pink Razr, calling up one of your friends and chatting about some frivolous thing or the other. Michael stares after you as you walk away before getting to work on your computer.

When you return a few hours later, you’re clearly dressed to go out to one of the local pubs with your friends. He admires the way your black long-sleeve shirt clings to you almost like a second skin, those skinny jeans that hug your thighs and arse in the most delicious of ways, paired with a pink leather jacket that just seems so very you.

“I’m back,” you declare happily.

“Your laptop is working fine now,” Michael tells you, a bit breathless, hands trembling as he hands the computer to you, “Just be careful and don’t download anything sketchy.”

“Amazing, thank you so much,” you say, taking it back from him with the sweetest little smile on your face, “I owe you. Come by the campus coffee shop sometime and have a drink on me, yeah?”

He nods eagerly, the sway of your hips as you walk away causing his pants to grow uncomfortably tight.

That night, Michael logs onto his own laptop in the privacy of his dorm, a grin on his face as he watches the screen load and a small video pops up. It would seem the backdoor and webcam he installed on your laptop during those couple of hours he had possession of it worked perfectly. You aren’t in your dorm, he notes to his dismay, but he takes the time to begin rifling through your emails, your social media accounts, your pictures, your browser history, absolutely everything he can get his hands on.

When you do get back a few hours later, hanging your jacket on the back of your desk chair, Michael sits up with interest. You look gorgeous as always, logging onto your Myspace, replying to messages from your friends, giggling at some stupid YouTube video one of them sent you. He could make you laugh like that. He knows he can.

After a while, you let out the cutest little yawn and lean back, stretching slightly before standing up and removing your shirt, revealing the white lacy bra you’ve had on underneath all along. Michael’s throat goes dry as he admires how your tits strain against the fabric, greedily drinking in every bit of skin as it’s exposed to him, that pathetically flimsy thong you’re wearing doing precious little to hide you from him. He palms at himself over his boxers, silently willing you to take off your underwear next. Michael watches intently as your hands reach back to unclasp your bra, only to be stopped by the sound of your phone going off. He lets out an audible groan before listening in on your conversation. It’s your ex. And you seem to have absolutely zero interest in speaking to him.

“Go away, Felix… No, I don’t have your stupid hoodie… No, I don’t want to go to the party with you… Goodbye, Felix.”

In Michael’s twisted mind, that just made you so much more beautiful. Hell, if he plays his cards right, he can replace Felix in your life. He slides his hand into his boxers, tugging at his cock furiously as you turn your back to the camera, taking off your bra and tossing it aside, grabbing an oversized shirt and pulling it on over your head. It’s a well-loved one, Metallica emblazoned across the chest, that hits your upper thighs. He watches as you flop onto your bed, letting out a heavy sigh. You start working on a paper for one of your classes, Gothic Literature from what he can tell. He watches as your fingers dance along the keyboard, your face uncharacteristically serious as you work. You look so fucking sexy right now, in your element. He realizes you may not be good at mathematics or science like he is, but you have a true talent for writing. Your fingernails are painted a pretty shade of pink and he can’t help but admire them as you continue.

Michael isn’t sure how long you continue like that, but soon enough, you’re stretching and letting out a yawn, muttering to yourself that you have an early day and need to get to sleep. He frowns slightly, not wanting to stop observing you so soon. You toss and turn for a few minutes, clearly restless for some reason. And that?

That’s when things get really interesting.

Michael watches as you glance around the room, as if making sure you’re completely alone, before pulling up a certain website he’s all too familiar with. He watches you with wide eyes as you search the term “nerdy guy” and wonders to himself if he has anything to do with that. You scroll for a while before settling on what happens to be one of his absolute favorites. Michael’s teeth sink into his bottom lip as your hand moves lower, out of his view. He may not be able to see your dainty little fingers moving in and out of your pussy, but fuck, he can hear how wet you are. He can see the way your face twists in pleasure as you buck your hips up against your fingers, furiously chasing your high.

He continues stroking his own cock, letting out a low rasp of your name, imagining it’s those soft, pretty hands of yours on him instead, his balls tightening as he gets closer and closer to his own end. He listens to the soft little mewls you let out, the whines as you near your peak, brows knitted together, the sounds of your pleasure and those on the video you’re watching mingling together until you let out a loud gasp. The sound of you reaching your peak is enough to make Michael cum in his hand with a groan of pleasure, watching as you get up to brush your teeth and wash your face. He sees you come out of the bathroom, a little hairband with kitten ears on it adorning your head to keep your hair out of your face as you apply your night cream to your face. Michael watches as you massage lotion onto your legs, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers, wondering if he’s going to have to make himself cum again to go to sleep. His mind is racing as he thinks about you, about having you all to himself as you turn out the light and fall asleep, shutting your laptop.

A sick, twisted little grin spreads across his face as he closes his own laptop and whispers to himself.

“I need to have you."

The next morning, Michael watches as you walk into your shared history class, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a tight fitted tee shirt that shows off your curves. He stares without any hesitation as you take your usual seat near the front of the class, palms sweating as he remembers the events that transpired last night. He listens in as you talk about your plans for the weekend, the university Halloween party that you’re planning to attend.

“You guys are going to love my costume,” he overhears, “I’m so excited for the party.”

At that moment, something in Michael’s head clicks, a plan falling into place as to just how he’s going to get you to be his.

He follows you from afar the rest of the day, making note of your daily routine, before heading into the campus coffee shop a few minutes after you’ve started your shift.

“Hiya, Michael,” you smile at him brightly, surprising him with just how friendly you are, “I believe I owe you a drink, my friend. Anything you want, on the house.”

Michael glances at the bit of skin just above the waistband of your jeans that’s visible to him when you turn around, grinning to himself, “Erm, just a black coffee, please.”

You nod, telling him that it’ll be a second because you need to put a fresh pot on. He watches as you bend over to grab a few filters, licking his lips at the sight of your ass, so round and on display for him. It’s as if you’re begging him to jump over the counter and fuck you then and there.

By the time you finish his drink and hand it to him, he’s already rock hard, and the feeling of your fingers brushing against his is almost enough to send him over the edge, “Here you go!”

He nods at you, giving you a short wave before rushing out of the coffee shop and toward the IT office, his mind racing as he starts drafting an email in his head to send the moment he gets there.

Michael waits with bated breath for you to open your laptop when you get back from your shift, a sinister grin twisting his lips as he watches your eyes go wide when you read the contents of the email, signed as a “secret admirer”. He feels pretty damn proud of how nasty he got in it. How he explicitly detailed how he wanted to make you scream, how he wanted to fuck your mouth, your pussy, your tits. How he wanted to make you his.

You panic and block the sender, the look of terror in your eyes absolutely intoxicating. It’s thrilling, knowing he’s the one who’s scaring you. And he’s going to be the one who comforts you.

The emails grow more and more lewd as the days pass. Your stalker seems to know all your movements, what you’re wearing each day, who you spoke to, everything. And you’re fucking terrified.

Michael, however, is having the time of his life. Every time you block an email address of his, he makes a new one. He’s giddy with the power he feels, continuing to terrorize you. All he needs to do now is take that fear and flip it into something else.

And while all this goes on, he begins staging casual run-ins with you, engaging you in conversation to the point that the two of you can be considered friends. All the while? He continues sending you emails, detailing how he fucks his fist to the thought of you, how he’s going to have you, writhing in his bed. How you’re going to be completely and utterly his, whether you want to or not.

Halloween finally rolls around and it’s time to put the last part of his plan into play. Michael chuckles when he sees that you’ve worn that kitten headband to class, just for a bit of Halloween spirit, and is surprised when you sit next to him instead of in your usual seat. 

“Hey, you!”

His mind goes fuzzy as he gazes at you, an awkward smile on his face. He wants nothing more than to reach out and touch you.

Michael swallows thickly as you bend over to grab your notebook, giving him a nice view down your shirt as you question, “Are you going to the party tonight?”

He licks his lips, shaking his head as he continues staring at your cleavage unabashedly, “No, I don’t think so…”

You look at him, pouting slightly, “Don’t tell me they’re making you work tonight!”

“It’s not that,” he assures you, admiring the way your lips look as you pout, fantasizing about how they’d look wrapped around his cock, “I… Actually… Um…”

“You’re not into parties?” Your voice is sympathetic as you rest your hand over his, making his blood rush and his mind fill with thoughts about that hand sliding down his- “That’s cool, it’s not for everyone.”

He nods, fingers twitching slightly against yours, “Yeah, never been much for parties. I just… Don’t fit in.”

You nod, giving him a friendly smile, “Hey, maybe we can watch a movie together at my dorm after I get back! I’d love to hang out and get to know you better!”

Michael’s heart thumps at the suggestion and he nods, doing his level best not to sound too eager as he replies, “Sure. That would be nice. I would really like that.”

He watches, of course, as you get ready to leave for the party, nearly salivating at how good you look in your costume. A white latex dress paired with angel wings and a halo. Fuck, he can almost see the outline of your tits through that dress, it’s driving him absolutely crazy. He loves it, this look on you. You’re his angel, and tonight he’s going to show you.

When Michael arrives at the party, his blood boils as he sees you dancing with some posh bastard from either the golf or tennis team, he’s not entirely sure. He scowls beneath his mask, watching as you giggle and laugh, knowing he has to put an end to this right away. He adjusts his mask, feeling like it was a pretty solid option.

Michael Myers. His name is Michael, after all, it only makes sense.

You feel his eyes on you from across the room and meet his gaze. While everyone is dancing, he’s just standing there. Your lips part in surprise as you feel his stare on you, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You excuse yourself from the dance floor and move toward the bar to get a drink, feeling more than slightly creeped out. 

Michael smiles under his mask and follows you to the bar, standing behind you, taking a chance and placing his hand on your hips, “You look amazing.”

He disguises his voice, making it sound deeper and huskier, not wanting to give you the slightest hint as to his identity.

“Please don’t tell me that’s you under there, Felix,” you frown, “I’m not in the fucking mood, alright?”

He chuckles, leaning in, the rubber of his mask brushing against your cheek, “You know it isn’t Felix. You know who it is, pretty girl.”

You freeze, “You… You’re the one who’s been sending me all those emails…”

Michael nods, letting out a dry little laugh, turning you around to face him, “Yeah, I’m your secret admirer. Guess the secret’s out. Did they scare you, sweetheart?”

You panic as he backs you up against the wall, your eyes going wide as you gaze up at him, his chest pressed to yours, hands resting on your hips, “If… If you don’t back off, I’ll scream,” you threaten.

He snickers, “Good. I want you to fucking scream my name.”

Your eyes go wide and you duck out under his arm, sprinting all the way back to your dorm. Michael doesn’t give chase, because he has planned this all out meticulously. He waits a few minutes before his trusty Nokia starts ringing. He smirks to himself at the name flashing on the screen, answering in his normal, more timid voice.

“Hello… Oh, yes, sure I can come over now… Are you alright? No? I’ll be right there, don’t be scared… I’m coming right over.”

The pieces have all fallen into place.

Michael shows up at your dorm around twenty minutes later in normal clothes. The very person you should be terrified of is the person you’re seeking comfort in. The irony of the situation doesn’t escape him. After all, he’s been the architect of this whole plan.

You open the door, still dressed in your costume, and throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. Michael feels your soft, warm body pressed up against him, his cock growing hard at the feel of your chest against his, his arms going around your waist to hug you back, rubbing your back under the guise of comforting you. He listens as you tell him all about your stalker. The creepy emails, the encounter at the party, everything.

“I just really need a friend right now,” you say, taking a shaky breath.

He looks at you, so sweet and vulnerable and ripe for the taking, embracing you tightly, “I’m here for you.”

“Can you stay here tonight?” Your voice is so soft as you look up at him with wide eyes, lashes fluttering, “I don’t want to be alone. I… You can say no, I’ll understand…”

“Of course I’ll stay with you tonight,” he reassures you, smiling into your hair as you hug him, inhaling the scent of your vanilla body wash, thinking to himself that he’s about to get what he’s been after all this time.

You head into the bathroom to change into your pajamas, Michael staring after you as you walk away. He almost wishes you’d stay in the costume, considering how gorgeous you look in it. He sits at the foot of your bed, bouncing his knee up and down, biting his lip in anticipation, breath growing shallow. When you return in an oversized Clash tee shirt, your face glowing with natural beauty now free of makeup, it takes everything in him to hold back from jumping you then and there. You crawl into your bed, gesturing for him to get in beside you and pop a DVD into your laptop.

Michael snickers quietly as you wrinkle your nose upon realizing it’s a horror movie, considering the day’s events. But you shrug and cuddle up next to him, burying your face in his chest anytime there’s a jump scare. Your warm, soft body presses up against his, and he feels his pants getting tighter at the thought of pinning you to the bed, burying your face in your pillow as he fucks you.

He’s taken by surprise, albeit a pleasant one, when you gaze up at him through those long lashes, brushing your lips against his. You panic and pull away after a moment, apologizing, saying that you shouldn’t have done that. He shakes his head.

“Don’t apologize,” Michael whispers, gazing into your eyes, his breath tickling your lips.

“You came over here to be a friend to me. Friends don’t kiss,” you point out, expression slightly sheepish as you avert your gaze.

“They don’t?” Michael murmurs, leaning in closer, this time being the one to initiate the kiss, your soft lips feeling perfect against his own, so sweet and inviting, “I think they do.”

You melt into the kiss, eyes closing, clinging to him desperately. Michael pulls you in closer, body pressed against yours as he moans into your mouth, his tongue moving against your own. He moves to pin you down to the bed, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he stares down at you and you gaze up at him. You pull him back in for another sloppy, heated, downright desperate kiss, his nose pressed to yours. Michael’s hands move along your body, down to your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh between his hands as his moans grow louder and louder.

“You taste so good,” he remarks, squeezing your arse, loving the little shudder you let out.

“So do you,” you breathe as his lips move to kiss your neck, unpracticed but eager and wanting, “Michael, I need you… Make me forget what happened earlier…”

Michael’s heart races, his hard-on rubbing against your thigh as he continues mouthing at your neck, “I’ll make you forget about everything except me.”

You feel his hands move under your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your stomach, causing you to shiver. You bring his face back to yours, pressing your lips to his, legs wrapping around his waist, grinding your clothed pussy against the crotch of his jeans, whining slightly. Michael feels himself beginning to lose control, quickly tossing aside his sweater and shirt, unbuttoning his jeans to leave him in just his boxers. He moans as you palm at his cock over the cotton fabric, his own hands moving to rid you of your panties.

You pull him in for yet another kiss, continuing to stroke his cock, his fingers teasing your cunt in tandem, both of you moaning against each other’s lips, “You’re such a good kisser, so much better than Felix…” He chuckles, continuing to kiss you, a shiver going up his spine when you whisper in his ear, “We don’t need a johnny. I’m on the pill.”

He helps you out of your shirt, admiring your bare body, the round fullness of your breasts screaming out for him to touch you. He squeezes your tits with his hand so hard that it has him moaning, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud furiously. Your hands move to his hair, tugging slightly, nails scratching at his scalp as you moan, stroking his cock, spreading his pre cum over the tip before guiding him inside you, joining your bodies with a shuddering gasp.

“Need you so bad,” you moan as he begins to thrust into you, moving his hips slowly, feeling your warmth around him, squeezing him so tight that he struggles not to cum right away.

He holds you in place by the hips and begins rutting against you, so fast that it has your breasts bouncing in time with his movements. Your eyes roll back and you wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him for support as he bucks his hips against yours wildly, his cock brushing against your sweet spot after a particularly deep thrust, making you all but scream his name. 

“Yes, God, yes,” Michael groans, whimpering slightly as he feels you squeezing around him, “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight…”

You feel his mouth on your neck again, biting down on your flesh before taking one of your nipples between his lips again, his movements growing more and more animalistic. He moves faster and faster, his balls slapping against your skin, panting heavily, glasses fogging up from how heavy he’s breathing, gazing down at you entirely captivated by the way your face twists in ecstasy.

You scream his name, Michael’s hand moving to cover your mouth lest the two of you wake up any of your floormates, his thrusts growing more frenzied as he brushes against your sweet spot each time.

“Yes, oh God,” he whines into your ear, feeling your nails dragging down his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

He fucks you harder, faster, rutting into deeper with every movement. And you’re helpless to do anything but lie there and take it, gazing up at him in awe as you reach your peak, muscles going taut before relaxing, sighing softly as he pulls out, rubbing his cock furiously and spilling himself all over your tits. He admires the sight, smirking to himself, before laying down beside you, cradling you in his arms. Michael watches as you sleep peacefully, thinking to himself that Halloween might be his new favorite holiday.

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"A What Now?” - Alastor x Non-binary Reader

This was requested to me by @dudeidontknowok

I’m sure you are all aware Alastor is not very up to date with new sexuality’s and genders, seeing he was from the 1920s, so this will be my take on him reacting to a nonbinary reader. Enjoy!

“Let’s see…the man said take a left here and the hotel should be right….” Walking through the narrow streets in the Pride ring, you were trying to spot the Hazbin Hotel. Your name was y/n and you had just arrived in Hell a few hours ago. It was a very odd experience, suddenly dying in an accident and ending up in a place with a blood red sky and people looking like something from a cartoon, but at least you were glad you weren’t fully dead dead. The streets were havoc walking through them, fires popping up everywhere, random people getting stabbed or robbed and some others were just high out of their minds. A little flyer had landed in front of you, saying “Come to the Hazbin Hotel!” Seemed decent enough, but there was no map on the flyer and since you just arrived, you had no idea where to look. Thankfully the first demon you asked was friendly and not psycho bonkers crazy, and he explained the direct path that led to the hotel.

You had reached your destination and in front of you was a huge building, neon sign flashing “HAZBIN HOTEL”. It seemed a little run-down, but there were some good qualities about it. Heading up to the door, you stared at them, feelings of hesitation in your stomach. You had no idea if this was just a trap to lure people like you to get killed or worse. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your hand to knock on the door.

Before it could make contact, the door had swung open. A very tall man was standing in front of you. He was almost 6 or 7 feet tall, wearing a red striped suit, accompanied with a bow tie and red monocle on his face. His hair was in a bob cut, and dyed red to black. The smile he had on his face was enormous, making your cheeks hurt from how wide it was. His slitted red eyes stared down at you, a hint of shock in them as he probably didn’t expect someone to be at the door. “AH!, A newcomer! Hello my dear/young fellow! Have you come to stay at the hotel?” His voice sounded like it was coming out of a radio. He bent down, his face leaning closer to yours, making you feel a bit uneasy, since he appeared very intimidating. Giving a small smile, you gave a nod, leading to him grabbing your hand. “Splendid! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alastor! And you are?” he was very animated, given how wacky his reactions were. “My name is Y/N, and you don’t have to call me dear/fellow, just my name is fine.” He arched an eyebrow at that, as he pulled you in, allowing you to enter the hotel.

Your head darted all around, taking in everything. It was very spacious, and the decor was pleasing to the eye, but there was some hints that it still needed some work, given the wall you saw that was being repaired and some bugs crawling. You realized there were other people staying at the hotel as well. There was a tall, lanky spider lounging on one of the couches, phone in hand. There was another female demon, speeding around the hotel with a broom in hand. It was hard to figure how what she looked like, but she was very cute. Noticing there was a bar, you gazed at it and took a look at the bartender. He was the definition of a grumpy cat, given the scowl on his face. His mouth was attached to a beer bottle, chugging away. He noticed you looking and gave a slight nod, while still drinking the beer. A giant snake man was sitting on the ground, appearing to be fiddling with some device, he looked up, smiled, and went back to work. Al had brought you over to the couch, where the spider was staying, and made you take a seat. "Wait right here! I'll go fetch the owner of this establishment!" Al said, as he snapped his fingers, disappearing. Well that shocked you, you had no idea he had powers, maybe you had some as well.

Your thoughts got interrupted when you felt two arms, grab at your waist, pulling you closer to the other demon. "Well hey there handsome/toots~. Never seen the likes of you before, you new in hell?" The spider smirked down you, letting you see his gold tooth shining." You nodded and said you were which made the spider smile more. "Name is Angel dust~. Now tell me your name, toots/handsome." This was making you a bit uncomfortable. "Um could you please not call me that. I don't identify with male or feminine terms. My name is Y/N, by the way." Angel's eyes widen at that, and he rubbed his neck with one of his hands, "Oh sh✪✪, my bad. Didn't mean to offend ya." Giving him a smile, you pat one of the hands that was on your waist, saying it was fine.

The sounds of feet clattering against the floor alerted you, making you turn your head. A women, dressed in a red suit had ran into the lounge. She had pretty blonde hair that was tied up, and her cheeks had two cute red dots on them. The smile on her face was radiant, it could make the sun jealous. "HELLO! Oh my goodness, another patient! My name is Charlie, its so nice to meet you!" She had extended her arms out, squeezing you with a hug while you remained on the couch. Letting out a laugh at her energy, you hugged her back. Looking over her shoulder, you spotted Alastor walking back in, along with another girl with white hair and an X on her eye? Strange.

Charlie finally let you go, standing up while grabbing the other girls hand. "Let me introduce everyone, this is Vaggie, my girlfriend. Angel Dust is the one next to you. Husk is the bartender. Niffty is the little one running around. Sir Pentious is another one of our patients, and I'm sure you met Alastor." You turned your head at all the new names you heard, giving a smile and small wave to everyone, which they gave back, except Husk as he still looked grumpy. The little one, Niffty, had rushed up towards you, jumping up in front of you: "Ooooo... she/he is very pretty." There it was again, that feeling of discomfort. Angel Dust noticed your expression, giving your shoulder a rub. "Niffty, they are non-binary. Don't call them he or she, ya got it? That goes for all of you as well." Angel said as he pointed at everyone. Niffty blinked up at Angel, seeming confused before smiling, letting out an okay.

"Pardon me, a what now?" a static voice had spoken out, letting you know it was Alastor. He had walked closer to where you were sitting, head tiled in confusion. Angel was about to say something, but Charlie chimed in. "Alastor, they don't see themselves as man or a women. They may have male or feminine features, but they don't fall into either of the categories. Does that make sense?" Charlie helped explained it to Alastor. His head stayed tilted, clearly still confused. "I'm afraid I still don't follow, my dear. During my time, there were only gentleman and ladies." His time? Your mind picked up on that

"Um, sorry for interrupting, but what do you mean by your time?" You copied Alastor, tiling your head. Alastor perked up at that. "Ah, I was born in the roaring 1920s! Ah how I miss it so!" Dang, he was from the 1920s!!! That must be why he didn't know. "Ahh, that makes much more sense. Don't think so hard on it Alastor, its fine." Alastor still seemed a bit puzzled, and he wanted to say something else, but he was cut off by Charlie. "Well since your going to be staying here now at the hotel, you'll need a room! Come! I'll bring you to it." Grabbing your hand, Charlie pulled you off the couch, and began to walk away from the lounge. Turning your head back, you gave a small wave to the others, which they returned back. Alastor was still gazing at you, as you left, along with his shadow that eyed you with curiosity.

Charlie had brought you to your room, also letting you know that your neighbor would be Angel Dust, which she hoped you wouldn't mind, which you didn't. The room was marvelous, all nice and tidy and it even had a outdoor balcony. "Welp I should probably head back down to everyone, I'll bring you some new clothes since I'm sure you want to freshen up, let me know if you need anything else, okay?" Charlie beamed at you, making you smile. Thanking her, you told her you would do that, earning you another hug from her. Soon she left the room, leaving you by yourself. Well, might as well take a shower.

**Later in the evening**

After your shower and wearing the comfy lounge clothes Charlie brought, you headed back down to where everyone was. It was time for dinner and on the menu for tonight was lasagna. Apparently, Angel made it himself, letting you know he was well versed in Italian cuisine. Dinner with everyone was nice, it was a bit chaotic, but your heart felt warm being around everyone. They were all a bit kooky, but still friendly. Soon it was time for bed. Everyone bid you a goodnight as they headed to their rooms, while you walked away with Angel next to you. "Night y/n." Angel said, giving a big yawn while stretching his four arms in the air. "Goodnight." you said back, as you went inside your room.

Sadly, you weren't very tired, so you decided to head over to the balcony and stay for a bit. The view was nice, and so was the breeze. Leaning against the railing, you gave a sigh, peering into the maroon sky. "Trouble sleeping?" a static voice appeared next to you, making you jump. Turning around, you see that it was Alastor, grinning with glee that he managed to frighten you. "Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack." your hand was placed against your chest, which was still racing. Alastor gave a chuckle, and leaned his arms against the railing, copying you: "Oh I wouldn't want that to happen! I have grown very fond of you!" His smile was mischievous, but his eyes gave away that he was telling the truth. You turned back to look at the sky, before you heard Alastor speak again. "May I ask something?" Turning back, you gazed at him, waiting for his response.

"Well, could you go into more detail about the whole non beanery, was it, again?" He lifted one of his hands in the air, spinning it around, as he was trying to come up with the word. You quickly broke into laughter. Non-beanery!?! What the heck was that?! Alastor watched you, as you continued to laugh, wondering what was so funny. "Its non-binary, Al. I basically don't see myself as a male or a female. Growing up, I felt different then everyone around me. In my soul, I knew that. So after a while, I came out as non-binary, it was odd to tell everyone I grew up with that, but hey, I was still me. Yes I know to you, it's a bit strange given you were born in the era where there was always two genders, but that's what I am and I'm comfortable with it."

After your speech, your irises kept staring into Al's. He had not said a word, gazing at you still. His smiled had relaxed more into a soft grin. "Thank you for explaining it. I'm not the type to apologize often, but I wish to offer my apologies about before. It wasn't my intention to come off as rude." Your heart felt warm after hearing the sweet apology, you told him it was fine. Alastor smiled and turn back to look at the sky, before he turned his head back quickly, causing it to emit a loud snap. "How would you like me to address you then? Now you must be patient with me, since it will take me a while to adjust!" You were happy that he was taking this very seriously, other people you have told usually brushed it off, but it was nice that he cared. "My name is fine, but if you are ever mentioning me in a conversation, say they/them, okay?" Alastor's signature smile returned, and he gave a nod. "Duly noted!" The both of you gazed at each other smiling, before turning back to stare at the night sky.

~END~

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[milfjuulpod]

Seeing You

request: yes

r losses their glasses (or maybe someone takes them) during first period. you kinda need them to see and without them you struggle (can’t find way around school, headache from straining eyes etc) mel goes into her usual protective mel mode

A/N: hellooo back again, sorry i haven’t written in a while and if melissa is OOC i apologize for that as well 😭 trying to get back in the swing of things. thank u sm anon for sending this in! mwah

The morning was off to a good start. Coffee was delicious, you arrived with enough time to prepare for the students, a decent Monday morning. With the ring of the bell, you walked to your door and greeted each and every student that came in. Across the hall, you saw Melissa. She looked up at you at the same time, and the two of you shared a smile. Melissa had a special place in your heart, and you had made a place in hers. 

       Once everyone had filed in, you returned to your classroom. “Good morning my angels, are we excited to start the day?” You asked the group. In response there was a mix of ‘yes’s’ and cheers from the kids, you always tried to get them excited at the beginning of the day. Better to be off to a good start, you always thought. Grabbing a stack of papers from your desk, you went to pass them out. “My shoe is untied!” One of your students shouted from the other side. “Well why don’t I help you tie it? I’ll show you, it’s easy.” You bent down and showed your student how to tie a knot, and then undid it for him to try on his own. When he succeeded, you gave him a high five and went to stand back up. Unfortunately, you hit your head on the desk, causing your glasses to fall off and give you a painful headache. Thanks to the swinging feet of many, many kids, your glasses were nowhere to be found. 

       Shit. You couldn’t see all too well without them, and the spare pair you kept at work was actually at Melissa’s house from a few nights before. With the lack of direction, your classroom began to get rowdy and it was time to prioritize. Get through this period, and then look for them. That turned into second period, and third, and then it was lunch time. When the bell rang, you led your students to the cafeteria, holding hands with the line leader. Definitely for their sake, not because you couldn’t see and had no idea where you were going. All of the kids shuffled in, excited to get some food in their bellies, and you were left alone to find your way back. Taking a few steps, you squinted and looked around for anything that might help. 

      “Hon?” A familiar, sweet voice was heard from behind you. Whipping around, all you could see was black clothes and red hair, enough to know it was Melissa. “You get lost or somethin?” She asked, taking your hand in hers. “Actually, yeah. I lost my glasses this morning and to be quite honest, I have no idea where I’m standing right now,” You joked with your girlfriend, but she felt you squeeze her hand tighter. “Well c’mon sweetheart, let’s go find them.” Melissa led you back to your classroom, never letting go of your hand. It made you nervous, being at school and showing affection. Only a select few at Abbott were aware of the blooming relationship, but that seemed to be the last thing on the redhead’s mind as she swung your hands together and rubbed her thumb across your skin. 

       Back to your room, Melissa let you unlock the door, and immediately started looking for them. “Where did you lose them?” She asked, scanning the room. “I was helping a student at that desk,” you pointed to where you hit your head earlier. Remembering the incident reminded you of the throbbing pain, and you rubbed the back of your head trying to soothe it. Of course, Melissa noticed. She noticed everything you did. Instead of looking, the other teacher walked over to you and lightly pushed on your shoulder to get you to sit at your own desk. She took your chin in her hand and gently stroked your cheek with her thumb. “Baby did you hit your head? Or are you squinting too much?” She asked quietly. “What gave it away?” You asked shyly, embarrassed at how quickly this snowballed. 

      “You winced when the bell rang, you rubbed your head when you talked about the desk, it’s not rocket science hon,” She teased. Before you could answer, she opened up one of your desk drawers and pulled out some pain reliever for you. You silently wondered how she knew you kept it there. She passed you her drink as well, and motioned for you to take it. “Good, you have to take care of yourself, even when you’re at work.” Melissa reminded you. She went back to the desk you had pointed to, and began searching. 

       “I don’t know what happened, they fell off and then they disappeared like the floor ate them.” You told her. You squinted to try and see what she was doing, but Melissa quickly told you to knock it off before you made the headache worse. After a few minutes, she returned to your side. “I think I know what happened,” Melissa said, and set down a pair of broken glasses in front of you, complete with a shoe print on the lenses. She leaned down to kiss your forehead and started stroking your hair. 

      “I’ll run home and get your extra pair for you, and have Jacob grab the kids. Can I trust you to stay here and not blindly injure yourself again?” She teased. When you nodded, she gave you another kiss and left to get your things. The peaceful silence didn’t last long, after a few minutes your door was open again and your students, as well as Jacob, came running in. “Here they are! Sorry we’re a bit late, I had to get Melissa’s kids too.” He said, skipping up to your desk. “Thank you, I owe ya one,” you said to him. 

       “I think you owe Melissa one. You’re lucky she’s so kind and attentive to you. I’ve only known her for a few years but I've never seen her so happy with someone before,” Jacob said honestly. His words sank in, he knew. As if he could read your mind, he started talking again. “I won’t say anything, but I doubt it’ll be a secret for long. Schemmenti is only this soft for you,” With that Jacob left, leaving you with pink cheeks at the realization of just how sweet and caring Melissa was with you. Every time you entered the room, her tough exterior melted away, and only for you. 

      You settled your students back into their seats, having them come meet you at your desk if they needed anything. Before long, your door was open again, and there she was. Melissa waved to your students as she was greeted with tiny “Hello Ms. Schemmenti!’s” 

       Coming to you, she set your extra pair of glasses down in front of you and leaned against the edge of your desk. “Here honey, is your head feeling better?” She asked. Although you couldn’t see, you knew her face was full of concern. “Yeah, a lot better.” You put your glasses back on and let your vision adjust for a moment. “Thank you, Mel. For helping and taking care of me.” You gently wrapped your pinky around hers, but she wanted more, and held your hand behind the desk up against her leg. “I’ll always take care of you,” Melissa smiled. You sat there for a moment, taking in all of her beauty. It was a simple thing really, but you felt so special today because of her. 

      “What? I got somethin’ on my face?” She asked. You giggled at her and shook your head. “No, no. I just haven’t seen you today and I missed it.” You answered and flicked your glasses for emphasis. When the two of you heard little voices whispering you were reminded that you were at work, and the tooth-rotting romance would have to wait until you were back home. 

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[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️

🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader

Summary: You visit your dear cousins manor in the countryside to get a well deserved break from the humdrum exhaustion of the city after an illness. What you do not expect from your quaint retreat is the start of an exhilarating illicit affair with the butler. But taboos mean nothing when lust love transcends human norm.

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut; Sex; Vaginal Sex; Eventual Smut; Neck Kissing; Kissing; Gentle Kissing; Surprise Kissing; Making Out; Implied Sexual Content; Phantomhive manor; Reader-Insert; Victorian

A/N: not beta read. We die like men.

Part 2 is up here!

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1: 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯; ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

“My lady,” you hear a soft voice calling you, “My lady, you must wake up, it is morning.” You open your eyes. The sheets around you are soft, freshly laundered. Your head sinks into the large white pillow, and you take a deep breath that turns into a yawn and turn over to go back to a more comfortable position. But the voice rings out again. “Now, that won’t do at all...” You twist your neck toward the direction of the voice. The sound in meats your ears like the gentle beat of a raven’s wing. Shielding your eyes because of the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows, you squinted to see a dark black figure stood before the opened curtains around your bed.

Sebastian Michaelis; the imposing shadowy butler of your cousin, Ciel Phantomhive who’s estate you were staying at while you visited the countryside after your illness. This man’s efficiency left you in awe. Managing an entire household with three other servants, an old butler, and a young master who was still very much a child. His roles extended far beyond that of an ordinary butler, to that of baker, chef, driver and even a pseudo parent. Additionally, with his smooth, silky, jet-black hair and contrasting pale skin he looked rather like a vampire – one from the cheap romance novellas you would pick up from the bookstore to keep yourself entertained. You definitely wouldn’t mind him sinking his teeth into your neck. You had been inappropriately lusting after the man ever since he greeted you into the Phantomhive manor. He was gentle and helpful, and you had found yourself yearning for the feel of his hands upon your skin. Sebastian seemed to sense your longing and took it upon himself to torment you with his sly touches at every opportune moment. He took your hand to help you down stairs, tied your shoelace if he thought it wasn’t done up well enough kneeling in front of you, he even lifted you and took you to bed one night when you were feeling especially tired from the day’s activities. You had been mortified to have been treated in such a manner but when he had leaned down and kissed your ear whispering a soft goodnight you exploded on the inside. Ever since then, you had been thinking the lewdest thoughts about the man- who would often catch you staring at his back and would wink at you and laugh when you turned red. And often your fingers would slip between your thighs, to rub over your mound below in an attempt to quell the aching need.

“Your maid seems to have caught a slight cold my lady.” Sebastian speaks drawing you back to the present. He smiles. “I hope you don’t mind me standing in for her this morning. I wouldn’t want you to exert yourself so soon after having recovered from one illness.” His eyes crinkle and he tilts his head while his smile grows wider.

For a moment, you stare at him and then understand the implications of his words. Still not fully awake you muster up the energy to ask, “But, who is to help me with my dressing?”

“I’m pretty sure you will find me capable enough, my lady.” He says, still smiling. You sit up quickly. Heart pounding in your chest.

“Sebastian!” you expel in admonishment “Surely that would not be proper!”

Sebastian prowls over to the the edge of the bed and leaning down, says, “Would it be as improper as this my lady?” He plants those smooth pale lips onto yours. They burn hot against your cool pink ones. You feel his hand caressing your cheek. Your heart beats hard in your chest and you sit rigidly unable to process what is happening around you. Is Sebastian really kissing you? Are his lips truly on yours? 

But before you can fully digest what happened, he moves away. “Are you awake now my lady?” he asks. You touch your lips feeling incomplete without his warmth and nod. “Good.” He says. “I want you to be awake for this.” He smoothly takes off his black coat and lays it down on a chair, then his vest, then as he unbuttons his shirt he climbs onto the bed. “Impropriety has been a recurring thought in your mind, has it not my lady?” he says to you. He kneels down in front of you. You feel your heart beat – loud enough for the whole mansion to hear.

“Wh– whatever do you mean, Sebastian?” You feign ignorance, trying to ignore the loud pounding of your heart.

“Don’t be coy my lady.” He smirks, his body almost enveloping you on the bed and playing with the string on the neck of your nightgown. He pulls it – untying the bow that your maid had made the night before. So smooth. His movements flow like a stream of water. Almost inhuman. You look into his eyes knowing that however improper it may be, you wanted the man. You wanted him in the basest way that a human may want a human. He cups your cheek in his hand and you can’t help yourself, you move forward to feel his burning lips against your own once again. He runs his fingers through your soft hair and wraps his arm around your torso pulling you closer. You pull off his already unbuttoned shirt. The heat of his body penetrating your thin nightgown. He presses his body against yours, kissing you, a hunger in his movements like no other you knew. His fingers reach your breast and he kneads it roughly. His tongue seeks entrance at your mouth. You open up readily, moaning softly at his touch. He tastes spicy yet at the same time sweet; it reminds you of chocolate a rare taste for such a rare man. Wanton moans drip from your throat and you just want more and more. Your head feels heavy—intoxicated. 

You close your eyes and pull him closer. He’s lean, yet you can feel hard muscle under the skin. Sebastian holds the bottom of your nightgown and looks at you with heavy lidded eyes.  “Are you sure about this my lady?” For a moment you think you see them flash a dangerous red but shake it off seeing them their regular brown.

You close your eyes and nod, biting your lower lip. It is what you want. Damn all the restrictions of society. Damn it all. It was your body and here was a man who made it writhe and respond on its own accord – without your control. You wanted him to feel you, touch you, make love to you. And you knew, he would appreciate you to the fullest – you would bloom like a flower beneath his touch.

A/N: This was originally posted on AO3 back in 2017. Since then much time has passed and i wasn't feeling the motivation to continue this series, but now with this resurgence of Kuro I would like to take this series up again. I am posting it here now, with changes made and small edits. Just to make it a better read while still keeping my original story intact. I hope you've enjoyed. As always, Likes and Reblogs are much appreciated and Comments will earn you kisses.

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[callofdooty69]

part 1

cw: slight harassment, profanity, fem!reader

helping a drunk can get you dates - part two

unknown

hey, is this simon? it’s y/n from the restaurant!

ghost glanced down at his phone, looking to see what the buzzing sound came from. his eyes widening a bit, not knowing you would message him the same day he asked you out, but he definitely didn’t mind.

simon riley

yes, it is. how are you?

he anxiously tapped his foot on the sidewalk as he waited for the train, watching the three dots disappear and reappear multiple times. why was he this nervous?

y/n

i’m doing well! are we still on for friday? no worries if not, we can totally reschedule if needed!!

simon riley

i’m still free if you are, anywhere specific you want to go?

you pondered for a moment. walking back from the restaurant to your small apartment didn’t take long, but you always got nervous walking alone at night. where would he even want to go? you didn’t want to spring anything on him that he wasn’t comfortable with.

y/n

nope! dealer’s choice ;)

a winky face? really?? you added a fucking winky face?! you internally screamed at yourself, you’re already sending a stupid flirty message and you barely know him.

simon chuckled at your response; he found it cute.

simon riley

well, if that’s the case, how about that diner on washington avenue? i’ve heard great things about it.

it’s like he was reading your mind, you loved that place. you were tomato red and smiling to yourself like an idiot. you were so glued on your phone that you didn’t see the three men walking your way. it wasn’t until you bumped into one of them that you looked up.

“watch it, bitch.” he said.

“sorry…”

suddenly, simon’s gut told him something was wrong. you hadn’t responded in a few minutes, which normally he wouldn’t think twice about. but when he heard shouting from behind him, he knew something was up. he turned around, looking in the dark, the dim street lamp being the only source of light on the road. what the fuck?

there you were, slowly walking backwards and stumbling over your feet as three men inches closer towards you. it was obvious you were incredibly uncomfortable and simon didn’t think twice before running around the railing and down the steps. he jogged up behind you, lightly grabbing your waist from behind. you jumped a bit, already anxious about the current situation you were in. you didn’t need someone else harassing you.

when you looked up, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. there he was, the tall brute himself. “there you are, love. was lookin’ for ya’” he said.

you hesitated a moment, slightly in shock. “o-oh hey! sorry, i got a bit lost on the way back.”

his brows furrowed when he looked down at the guys in front of you. “do you know them?” you shook your head and whispered a small ‘no’

“who the hell is this? what, you need your boyfriend to save you?” they all laughed. you looked down, fiddling in your hands. what if simon started laughing with them? what if he couldn’t do anything to help? what if-

“i don’t think anyone needs to be saved. jus’ think ya’ should get the fuck outta here and back to the frat house where ya’ came from.” his voice got deep and his eyes darkened as he let go of your waist and grabbed onto your hand, rubbing small circles on your knuckles to try and reassure you. he was starting to get pissed off, they should have taken the hint a long time ago.

the men stopped their laughing, seeming to realize who was actually standing in front of them. a tall, broad, military man, wearing a balaclava and a pair of cargo pants that were paired with a black, skin tight long sleeve shirt. you had to admit, the sight made you weak in the knees. how was he always so handsome?

“r-right… we’ll be goin’ now,” one of them stuttered. with that, the ran the other direction and tripped over each other.

you were pulled out of your thoughts when simon squeezed your hand lightly. “ya’ alright?”

you looked up and smiled, ‘god how can you smile so beautifully after all this?’ he thought. “yes, thank you. just a bit startled. sorry for not responding, kinda got caught up in this…” you replied.

“you don’t have anythin’ to be sorry for, love. can i walk ya’ home?” he tilted his head and you could tell he was smiling a bit under the balaclava.

“that would be really nice, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“never too much trouble.” he smiled.

****

anons are open as always, lovebugs ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

- 𝓀.𝒿

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[festivalsofmargot]

Gall of a Gryffindor {Sebastian Sallow x GN!Gryffindor!Reader}

Introduction: This one was actually a request!

“Can you write something with a Gryffindor reader? I always see for the other houses but havent seen anything specifically with gryffindor. Something among the lines of a gryffindor he can finally tolerate witty banter like that” - from cloudroomblog

Heads up, I went a bit off script from the game so some dialogue might be different and things may seem a little out of order. So sit back, relax, and have fun with it. 😉

Word Count: ~ 2,900

Warnings: Kissing

Author’s Note: I’m definitely open to requests if anyone wants to throw them my way but no pressure haha. They just might take a while since I only like to work on one story at a time and really let myself head cannon, blasting music to throw myself into it.

Songs (if interested):

So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings - Squirrel Flower Cover

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

When I’m Small - Phantogram

Black Out Days - Phantogram

The castle was endless. You knew you were in for a challenge finding your classes with how large it was, but at that point it was ridiculous. You were convinced new rooms were being added every day to throw you off, which probably was happening if you thought about it.

As you were walking one way, you thought back on the directions you were given, and promptly turned on your heel to go the other way. But then you thought back again and realized you probably weren’t in the right area to begin with. You summoned your field guide and scrambled to look at your map, finger tracing the page to find some sort of route. The look on your face clearly gave away you had no idea where you were going and Sebastian Sallow rolled his eyes at you from afar.

“It would be a Gryffindor who was the late bloomer.” Sebastian cracked and laughed along with some fellow Slytherin students, not caring if you heard, maybe even hoping you heard. He glanced back at you and saw you were no longer fumbling with your field guide, but instead you were looking right at him. You didn’t seem bothered, quite the opposite actually. You were smirking at him like you were amused by the joke too. 

You looked him up and down through your lashes, gave a little hum, and went back on your way. He stopped laughing and swallowed thickly in his throat. He snapped his attention back to his friends and tried join back in on the laughter, but all that came out was a nervous chuckle. He glanced back over his shoulder and watched your form walk away. What was that?

-

He found the two of you had charms class together, and couldn’t help but stare as you walked in. Your hustling around the castle had made your cheeks flushed and given your uniform a disheveled look, robes falling off one shoulder slightly. Observing your state and thinking back on how you looked at him earlier made him shift uneasily in his seat.

Natty had called you over and you went to sit by her side. When you sat down, you gave her a thankful smile and then your eyes roamed to take in the classroom. Your gaze landed on Sebastian and his eyes darted away in hopes you didn’t catch him staring.

I’m just a little curious about you is all, nothing to get your hopes up over. He imagined himself telling you if you had caught him staring. 

Professor Ronen had the class go outside for that day’s accio lesson, putting you on the spot. In your first introduction to the Summoner’s Court board, you furrowed your brows together, fully focused on getting the spell right. Sebastian felt a little flame catch fire in his stomach. You make a cute face when you focus, big deal. He cleared his throat, having felt it suddenly go dry, and kicked at the grass at his feet.

Then Professor Ronen called up Natty to play you in an official game of Summoner’s Court. The way you laughed with her and seemed to have so much fun effortlessly had him rubbing the back of his neck. As the class went on and you were getting invested in the game, you loosened your tie and unbuttoned the top of your shirt a little, revealing a bit of your collar bone. Sebastian’s eyes glazed over, his thoughts taking him somewhere he shouldn’t be going in the middle of class. Oh no. He made himself think of Madam Scribner and that seemed to bring him back. Alright, that’s it. He needed to avoid you at all costs.

-

“Hello Sebastian.” 

Sebastian glanced up from his book to see you smiling at him sweetly, maybe even a little mischievously.

“Hello.” He eyed you with suspicion and tossed his book to the side, the two of you had never spoken outside of class before. Why were you coming up to him then?

“I heard a rumor that you like to go to the restricted section of the library.” You lifted a questioning brow, taking a step closer to him.

He shifted his gaze away from you. “That so?” What was going on with him? A Gryffindor was not making him nervous like this.

“Oh yes. And I was hoping, if it was true, you could take me next time you went.” You took another step towards him, causing him to take a step back and hit his back against the wall. He was trapped. He tried to play off the awkward position as if he had wanted to lean against the wall, folding his arms and looking down to the floor.

“Say it was true... You’d really be okay with breaking the rules? Being a Gryffindor and all.”

“Well, this could be life or death. So, maybe I can break the rules just a little.” And people called him a flirt.

A thrill shot through Sebastian and he finally met your gaze again. You were giving him a look of you in or out? It made him panic slightly, this aura you carried of showing interest yet still having one foot out the door.

“Meet me outside the library tonight. And tell no one.”

You raised your eyebrows slightly at him, then gave a small nod of your head and left without saying anything more. Sebastian released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He hated that he felt a bit exhilarated at the thought of impressing you.

-

Teaching you the disillusionment spell and getting the key to the restricted section went a lot smoother than he thought. It was as if you didn’t need him there at all. He could have told you everything you needed to know and you would have handled it yourself. But in the end, it was best he came along so he could browse the restricted section some more himself.

“What kind of book are you looking for any way?” He asked as the two of you walked along the shelves. Free to talk without having to whisper now that you were passed the prefects, Madam Scribner, and some monitoring ghosts.

“I’ll know it when I see it.” Was all you said, brows furrowed as you carefully looked at each book you passed.

He rolled his eyes at your cryptic answer and went back to inspecting the books himself. Though, the act was actually making him more agitated. He hadn’t realized how often he had been down there until he found he wasn’t stumbling across anything new.

Sighing and looking away from the books, he glanced over to you. There you went, making that face you always did when you were focusing. He thought back to the day he first saw it. Then he started to think about how you loosened your tie and unbuttoned your shirt. His eyes dipped subtly to your chest then, noticing you did the same to your uniform that night too.

“I’m not having any luck here, Sebastian. Is there any more to the restricted section?”

Sebastian darted his eyes away and made it seem like he was thinking intently about your question. Just as he had composed himself and was about to answer, the giant set of armor near the two of you fell apart and crashed to the floor. And out came Peeves.

“Who have we here? Sebastian Sallow and his new little friend, out exploring where they shouldn’t be. Naughty Naughty, you’ll get caughty.” He taunted.

“Peeves, don’t you -” Sebastian warned, but Peeves flew off in the direction of Madam Scribner anyway.

“I’m going to tell! I’m going to tell!” The poltergeist sang.

Sebastian growled. “Blasted Peeves! I got to go stop him or at least get to the librarian with a good excuse for all of this.”

You grabbed his wrist before he could leave. “How do I know you won’t go to the librarian and blame it all on me?”

The feel of your hand was hot on his wrist. “Why would I do that?”

You let go of him and crossed your arms. “Are you telling me you’d take the fall? How very, dare I say, Gryffindor of you that would be.”

“Oh don’t flatter yourself. I like having friends who are in my debt. Now go, good luck in your search.” Casting the disillusionment spell on himself, he was off, the feel of your hand still lingering on his wrist.

-

With one more detention added to his record and a brand new fifth-year now in his debt, Sebastian laid sleepless in his bed that night, his thoughts swirling with you. There was something about you that, though he couldn’t put his finger on it, drew him in like no other. 

Merlin’s sake, you were a Gryffindor. That was usually enough to make him annoyed with someone already. But now? Not only was he tolerating a Gryffindor, he was aching to be with said Gryffindor at all times it seemed. He found himself eager to impress you, standing up a bit straighter whenever you entered the room, and disappointed whenever you weren’t around.

Alright, he’d admit it to himself at least. He seemed to have developed a crush on you. But he didn’t let himself freak out about it too much. Crushes were flimsy, maybe all he needed to do was get you out of his system. After all, the two of you had barely interacted with each other. He might have just put you on a pedestal in his head and needed to bring you back down. But how would he do that? Maybe he could take you on a date without letting you know it was a date? He’d have to disguise your outing as something unromantic. 

Crossed Wands popped into his head. That would be perfect! You had held your own in Defense Against the Dark Arts so it wouldn’t be a shock to invite you. Though he was taking it easy on you, he felt you knew what you were doing with a wand. He could partner up with you for a few rounds, and then who knows? Maybe you’d stumble a bit and embarrass yourself so badly he’d have no choice but to lose his crush on you. He at least hoped you’d knock yourself down a peg or two in his mind.

It was settled then. He’d invite you after class the next day. It was a great plan.

-

Bringing you to Crossed Wands was a horrible plan, and had backfired on him spectacularly. You were a natural duelist, and on top of that the two of you were a dueling dream team. The way you seemed to make it look like a dance made his neck and ears burn with blushes. At one point you had asked if you could compete in a few rounds by yourself, taking on all your opponents with ease. And down he went, falling even more under that spell you seemed to cast on him so effortlessly.

At end of that day’s Crossed Wands session, you ran up to Sebastian and thanked him profusely for inviting you. Your cheeks were flushed and you were glistening in sweat. He felt like he was being tortured.

“Don’t mention it.” His voice was strained. “You’re a natural, it seems.”

It was as if you were on some sort of dueling high. “I’m so eager to learn more spells for this. Do you think you could teach me anything? The faculty is taking their time with me, and I don’t think I can bare to wait.”

He had never seen you so excitable and passionate. He always thought you were coolheaded about things from what he’d seen. Yet, it was only making you more endearing to him.

“I might be able to show you a thing or two.” He tried to avoid eye contact and began thinking about his quick escape out of there. He needed to get away from you fast.

“Sebastian, this was amazing. Glad you weren’t too ashamed to fight alongside a Gryffindor.” You jested. “I think I made you look rather good today, no?”

“Right... Sorry I tease you so much about being a Gryffindor.”

“It’s alright. Maybe I like getting teased by good looking Slytherin boys.” You gave him a quick wink.

Sebastian almost choked. Did he hear you correctly? He tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling hot all of a sudden. “Pardon?”

“Oh relax, I’m just messing with you.” You laughed and playfully pushed him. As you began to walk away, you called back to him, “And don’t forget, I still owe you for the library.”

“How could I forget?” He replied just loud enough for himself to hear. He rubbed at his forehead, annoyed at how the day ended up for him.

-

What in Merlin’s name was he doing? He had become so eager to be alone with you under the guise of “showing you new spells”, that he invited you to the undercroft. Ominis would kill him if he found out. But he couldn’t think of a better place. And watching you make that face when you focused helped put the thought of an angry Ominis to the back of his mind.

“You’re getting it. Seems you got the wand movement down. And don’t forget, the incantation is ‘Confringo’.”

“Confringo!” You recited, and a blast of fire left your wand, setting the nearest candle fixture ablaze. “Ah! Look at that!”

Seeing you master confringo so easily and your excitement over it flustered Sebastian. Then to make things worse, you ran up and threw your arms around him. “Oh, thank you thank you thank you, Sebastian!” Pulling away slightly, you beamed up at him, “This is exactly the kind of spell I want to learn.”

He could only stare back at you. The air felt so thick, he couldn’t speak. Without thinking, he pressed his lips to yours. You were initially taken by surprise. But it didn’t take long for you to register what was happening and start kissing him back.

His arms wrapped around you tighter, hands slowly moving up your back. You opened your mouth slightly, wanting more of him, and he took that opportunity to bite at your bottom lip. The act made you feel light headed in the best way, and you were relieved Sebastian had such a strong and sturdy hold on you.

He walked the two of you back until you were up against one of the pillars in the undercroft, pressing his body more against yours. You could only continue holding him with your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he held you securely in place. He turned his attention to your neck and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips.

“What's gotten into you?” You asked breathlessly, yet a pleased smile graced your lips.

He pulled away, breathless himself, and couldn’t pull his gaze away from your mouth. “I-I wanted to kiss you is all.” Still holding you in his arms, he leaned in for more and you met him eagerly. His hands moved to your hips where his thumbs began rubbing in small circles. Being with someone like this was uncharted territory for the both of you, but it was thrilling all the same.

One of your hands moved down to grab his tie and pull him closer, the feel of it excited him. His eyes shot wide open realizing where this could lead and he had to pull away. “We have to stop.” He placed his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut.

“What? Why?” You asked as you went after his lips with yours.

He kissed you back briefly, allowing himself to enjoy how soft your lips were just a little longer. But the feeling of his insides constricting reminded him why he needed to pull away again. Be a gentleman, Sallow. It was inappropriate, too soon, and in the undercroft of all places? This couldn’t happen.

He let you go completely and walked a few feet away, rubbing his hand down his face. He glanced back at you as you were straightening out your uniform and he had to look away again. He couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he was the one that caused you to become so disheveled.

“Well, now what do we do?” You asked.

Still unable to look your way, he gave a breathy laugh. “Would you like to go to The Three Broomsticks for a butter beer with me this weekend?”

“You mean on a date?” This was the most unconfident he had ever heard your voice.

“Yes.” He answered, finally able to look at you again. “A date.”

“I would love to.” The two of you stared at each other, smiling sheepishly as if he wasn’t just kissing you senseless against the pillar. Grinning and looking down at your shoes, it hit you. “Oh no, I have to go.” You began speed walking to leave the undercroft. “I promised Poppy I would help her with something.” 

Sebastian wanted to reach out and stop you but he made himself let you go. Before you were out of sight you looked back at him with a soft smile. “Three Broomsticks, don’t forget.” And then you were gone.

He let out a chuckle. “How could I forget?”

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow fluff #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x gryffindor #sebastian sallow x gn

[leezlelatch]

Kiss Prompt - "I really, really want to kiss you right now" - Copia

Copia x GN!Reader - kiss prompt, insecurities, misunderstandings, Copia's surgery, smooching, worship of the white suit.

One and only prompt given to me and for my beloved @writingjourney.

“So we’re definitely keeping all the crotch shots, right?” You ask, flipping the photograph in your hand around so the antipope sitting across the room from you can see it. 

Copia cuts you a look before turning back to the document on his desk. You smirk to yourself, letting out a small huff of a laugh as you look back down to the stacks of photos on the small table you’re using as a workspace in his office. There are a lot of photographs that the immensely talented photographer for the Ghost Project takes for each Ritual, but they tend to…pile up. And you have been given the - frankly blessed - task of looking through photo after photo of Copia during the Prequelle era. From the Pale Tour Named Death to his ascendency as Papa Emeritus IV. 

Your primary task is to separate them into two organized piles. Ditch and keep. From the very vague instructions Sister Imperator gave you, it has something to do with the next tour and a mini museum. As tedious as your task is, you’ve really tried to separate each photo by suit. Black, red, and white, as well as two piles for the black and red cassock. It is so…fascinating to see Copia during a time when you didn’t know him. A time when becoming Papa was a dream he thought would never be realized. A time of facial hair and very attractive sideburns. 

“What happened to your suits, by the way?” You ask Copia, placing another picture in the keep pile which is significantly bigger than the ditch. Copia makes a small noise in the back of his throat, an indication that he’s thinking and that he needs to finish the paragraph he’s reading lest he lose his place. 

He places his finger down and looks in your direction, “In my closet. Toward the back. Getting acquainted with the dust bunnies.” 

“Even the white one?” You say, distraught as you bring your hands to your cheeks. 

Copia raises a brow at your theatrics, leaning forward on his elbow across the expanse of his desk as he regards you with an amused smile. “What has you so concerned, topolino?” His head tilts to the side in that natural curious way of his. 

“I just think that they…,” you pause as you choose your words carefully, eyes pointedly looking away from him. The blush painting your cheeks broadens his smile. “Have a little more wear to them.”

“Eh, well…they were good for, you know, my Cardinal days, but as Papa I have a much better wardrobe, don’t you think?” He pulls at his brocaded vest before adjusting the frilled sleeves at his wrists. 

“Oh, yeah! I’m just saying I really love the Prequelle era! You know it’s my favorite album, and your stage outfits were just so…I mean look at you…Copia?” You pause in your exuberance, one of the photographs in your hand, observing the frown crossing his lips that deepens with every word, made sharper by his face paint. 

His eyes fall to the picture in your hand, brow furrowing. His hand comes up to brush against his bare top lip, fingertips then finding the tip of his nose. His eyes seem to go hazy, pupils falling to pinpricks creating an expanse of green and white that looks through you and not quite at you. “Do you think I made a mistake?” He asks, his voice quiet, reaching you like a pot of scalding water against your skin. You place the photograph down on the desk, your own gaze wide as you look back at him. “Should I not have gotten this…,” he waves his hand around in front of his face. “Eh, facial?” 

“What?” You sound flabbergasted, confused. Concern etched across your features as you try and figure out what may have prompted him to ask such a question. 

“I can regrow the mustache! The sideburns may take a little work…,” Copia trails off as he touches his face again, deep in thought, his eyes dropping to the desktop. 

You close your eyes, cursing yourself for…you’re smarter than this. You know how Copia feels about the surgery. And here you are, gushing over Cardinal Copia when Papa Emeritus IV is in front of you, needing your support when he cannot get it elsewhere. He smiled, big and toothy, the day he returned from his ascension and you called him “Papa” for the first time. He looked grateful, however bruised and swollen, bandages across his nose when you expressed how glad you were that he wouldn’t have to suffer such severe nasal issues anymore. He once called you his strength. It wouldn’t do to fail him now.

“Copia. Just because you got a nose job and shaved doesn’t make you any less beautiful than you are in these photos. It’s still you. You still look like yourself. You’re still the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.” 

Your words seem to echo across his quiet office, and leave a silence in its wake. He’s looking at you again, lips parted, boring a hole into you with passionate and relieved eyes that make your cheeks flush. Copia stands from his desk and smooths his hands down his thighs, moving around the chair to carefully push it in before walking toward your small workspace. You stare up at him, unsure, and he flounders like a fish for a moment, mouth opening and closing.

“I really, really want to kiss you right now,” he finally says. 

You suck in a breath and look down, blinking before meeting his gaze once more. “Please.” 

Copia looks down at the little table piled with photos and promptly tips it over. The photographs go scattering, his former image fluttering to the floor like a cleansing rain, and then he’s on you. Pulling you up from the chair with steady, gloved hands, he draws you into his body, pressing flush against you as he claims your lips like he’s claiming a prize he has waited far too long for. Copia kisses you like a man who found an oasis in the desert, thoroughly licking into your mouth with abandon, capturing every noise you make with lips that nip and suck your bottom lip until it's swollen. He lets you take in a much needed breath only to continue across your jaw and down your neck, growling softly as he sucks a spot into your sensitive skin which he kitten licks before pulling away. 

You stare at each other, chests heaving. His paint is a mess, a slash of gray around his mouth, and you can only imagine what your mouth and neck looks like. Copia smiles, softly chuckling as his eyes rove over your kiss swollen lips. 

“Amore?” He questions softly, taking your hand in his. 

You smile. “I really, really want you to kiss me again.”

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[queen-haq]

Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 3)

Fic: Grudgingly Yours (Part 3)

Summary: You are a general surgeon, working in a hospital that’s slowly sucking the life out of you when one day you’re given the offer of a lifetime.

A.K.A  - An arranged marriage fic :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x You

Rating: R

Masterlist (contains links to my other stories and this one)

Part 3

You removed your glasses and started massaging the knot in your temple that seemed to have lodged inside your head permanently. Exhaling a heavy sigh, you laid your head down on the table. It wouldn’t be easy, you always knew that, but a part of you hadn’t realized how much work would be needed to actually build a clinic in the neighbourhood you grew up in. And this assessment was only the first step! After you completed this, that’s when the real work would begin.

Your phone vibrated and you reached out to grab it. It was the alarm you set to start getting ready for the dinner tonight. Fuck. Alistair was hosting a dinner for you and Billy, but you knew it was an excuse to check up on the two of you. You were already dreading it, imagining how stifling it would be. The last time you had met his family was at the wedding, and they had all looked at you like you were something to be afraid of. To them, you were the other – not rich, not white, not thin, and definitely not someone who was a part of the elite and affluent community they were a part of. And you would never be any of those things, so there was no point in trying to adjust your personality to fit in. Which was why you decided to go with a red jumpsuit to this dinner.

An hour later you were applying finishes touches to your makeup when you heard Billy’s voice in the kitchen. He was talking to Anita, the woman who came to clean the apartment every day. You went to the door, eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Gwen’s not gonna be around anymore, Anita,” he explained.

His voice was gentle, lacking the heavy condescension that was usually directed at you.

“Good, I don’t like her.” The elder lady retorted. “She was very rude!”

He chuckled.

“And it’s not right, you still bringing your girlfriends here when you’re married now. What about your wife?”

“Who gives a fuck?”

Ah, there it was. The biting edge in his tone whenever you were mentioned. You headed out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen.

“She’s a nice lady!” Anita chastised.

“She’s a goddamn bitch.”

“Talking about me again, sweetie?” You sauntered into the kitchen, wearing an amused smile.  

Anita immediately looked embarrassed at being caught but not Billy. Dressed in a perfectly tailored light grey suit, the colour making his pitch black eyes appear even more prominent, he stared back at you with a smug expression. “Speak of the devil and she doth appear.”

“Hush now, Billy,” Anita admonished him.

“First a bitch, now the devil. What’s next?”

“I’ve got some real sweet ones lined up. Just you wait.” He quirked up his eyebrow, eyes regarding your outfit carefully. “It’s black and white dress code.”

You shrugged. “It’s dinner with your family, not the fucking President.”

Billy shook his head. “So hellbent on being a total fucking embarrassment.”

“Billy, stop!” Anita turned to you, her cheeks a deep shade of crimson. “I’m so sorry-”

“It’s fine, Anita. Not your fault. This is just how he likes to sweet-talk me.”

He snickered. “In your fucking dreams.”

“You look beautiful, Y/N,” Anita said, giving you a warm smile. “Red really suits you.”

“Thank you.” While you walked over to the fridge to grab water, you sensed Billy watching you. When you turned around, his gaze shifted from you right away. If he didn’t make his dislike of you so obvious, you would have wondered if he was checking you out. Maybe he was one of those assholes that put down thick women but had a secret fetish for them. Not that you found the notion remotely flattering, it was insulting really.

“The old man doesn’t like being disobeyed,” Billy finally spoke.

You sneered. “You worried about me?”

“I don’t want your stupidity to blow back on me.”

“Don’t worry, I can handle assholes.” Your head dipped to the side, you gave him a beaming smile. “I married you, didn’t I?”

A gasp escaped Anita, she appeared to be scandalized by your words. Seeing the shock on the older woman’s face, you started laughing. As did Billy, much to your surprise. Your eyes scanned over his face, taking in his smile. Damn. He really was fucking gorgeous.

Such a shame that kind of hotness was wasted on a jerk like him.

Suddenly his gaze met yours, the smile on his face fading. He stared at you, stoic and intense, like he was trying to suck the life out of you through the sheer force of his eyes. You turned away, refusing to indulge in this kind of powerplay with him. “Anita, I’m having some people come over on Friday. Think we can stock up on some drinks?”

“Yes, of course,” Anita said, smiling.  “I can prepare some  menus if you like, give you a few options. I’ll hire some waitstaff-”

“God, no. Don’t bother. It’s nothing important.”

“But what about food? What will your guests eat?” Anita asked.

“I’ll order in some stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

The concern on Anita’s face made you chuckle. “Yeah. We’ll be fine.”

Your phone buzzed, and you glanced down at the text message notification.

“In town soon. Wanna meet?”

“See you later, Anita.”

You walked out of the kitchen, already texting back. “How long you around?”

Calvin was a friend you met in college, someone who you hooked up with occasionally. While the two of you always had fun, it was never serious and that’s how you both preferred it.

“Think you own this place?” Billy’s voice captured your attention away from the phone. He sauntered past you, his strut confident, hands tucked into his pockets, before he took a seat on the couch. Arrogance rolled off him in waves, he exuded rich privilege from head to toe as his onyx eyes regarded you with scorn.

“I live here,” you replied, eyebrow cocked.

“For now.”

You smirked. “Aw, you pissed I didn’t ask for your permission?”

“I don’t want your golddigging friends infesting this place.”

His cockiness made you laugh, and you felt that oh-so-familiar need to taunt him further. You sashayed forward, your sexiest walk on full display because you knew how much it would irritate him. Already you saw his jaw clench, noted how his eyes burned with contempt as you took a seat on the arm of the couch he was on. Leaning over him, you gave him your sexiest smirk. “You sure that’s all it is?” You lowered your head, so close you felt his breath hum against your skin. “Maybe what you’re really worried about is flexing for my friends. Maybe you know they’re not gonna be impressed by you.”

Billy’s pitch-black eyes remained glued to yours, inhaling you in. “A lion doesn’t concern himself with the opinion of sheep.”

You reached out to grip his jaw, the action taking him by surprise if the arced eyebrow was any indication. God, he had a beautiful jawline, his facial hair perfectly trimmed, his skin smooth. “Is that what you think you are, Billy? A lion?” You tightened your grip. “Because all I see is a fucking snake when I look at you.”

It happened quickly, so quickly that you barely had time to register what he was doing when he clutched the back of your head. He fisted your hair so tightly that it almost hurt, pulling you close against him. You were crushed against his chest, whatever advantage you had now gone.

“Don’t. Ever. Touch me again.”

His voice was quiet, which made his words even more dangerous. He didn’t need to scream or yell to get his point across. Seeing his reaction, you instantly regretted your actions. Maybe he was someone who was triggered by physical contact, it was common enough in people and you had dealt with it a few times when caring for patients. You released your grip on him, but he didn’t follow suit, still holding you securely in place.

In your experience, people who didn’t like being touched were also careful to respect others’ boundaries. That didn’t seem to be the case with Billy, recalling the night of your wedding when he’d threatened you. “You put your hands on my throat and choked me,” you reminded him.

“But you liked that, golddigger. You were begging for it.”

God, his fucking cockiness was infuriating! You shoved him hard, forcing him to loosen his hold immediately and you jumped back to distance yourself. There you were trying to be nice, and he just completely stomped all over your compassionate gesture. “Asshole!”

He grinned, crossing his legs and looking so smug and pleased with himself you wanted to throw something at him.

Everything – everything – about him annoyed the fuck out of you. “Fuck off and die, Billy!”

He laughed, eyes shining with wicked delight.

“And stay out of my way on Friday! I don’t want my guests dealing with you!” you huffed before stomping out of the room.

The nerve of him! You were so pissed you could barely even think straight, but you needed to conserve your energy for tonight. Taking a deep breath, you returned to your room to finish getting ready.

***

The atmosphere was strained, the tension in the room palpable. Alistair sat at the head of the table, commanding everyone’s attention, while the rest of the family appeared downright miserable. One by one he’d gone around the table, picking apart each person under the guise of doling out helpful advice with everyone dreading the spotlight when it fell upon them. Alistair was very practiced with his criticism; he didn’t resort to yelling or screaming. Instead his words were laced with poison and deliberately targeted one’s most vulnerable spots. A part of you felt sorry for them, which was funny considering how rich they were and that you grew up in the ghetto. But at least you were brought up in a loving home, unlike these people.

You surveyed the room, taking in Billy’s family. Along with Alistair, his parents were present and some of Billy’s cousins. As an outsider, you had a chance to observe the family dynamic and it didn’t surprise you that the camaraderie they put on display was just a show. As you eavesdropped on their conversation, you could hear them talking shit and selling each other out. Underneath the polite exterior, they were all snakes – just like Alistair. The only exception, surprisingly, was Billy.

He kept to himself for most of the night, simply examining the family from the sidelines. Just like you. Occasionally your gaze would land on him and you found him staring back at you intently each time, but you weren’t in a mood to fuck with him. You were still annoyed from earlier, and it didn’t help that the family was obviously gossiping about you.

Both Billy and you had chosen to ignore the dress code, which probably seemed like it was intentionally planned but definitely wasn’t. His light grey suit stood out in the sea of black and white, just like your red jumpsuit, but his outfit didn’t elicit as many looks as yours did. But, whatever. You had purposely chosen this outfit. If you were going to be the subject of gossip anyway, you might as well give them something to talk about.

It was Alistair’s voice that brought you out of your reverie. Your stomach clenched with nervous anxiety as Alistair’s attention slowly approached your side of the table. Half of the family looked obliterated, the other half drunk. Billy was seated next to you, and a part of you wondered what was going through his head. Was he used to this? Did he even realize how fucked up his whole family was?

“It’s unfortunate you didn’t choose to meet Howard for lunch yesterday, Billy.”

You cast a quick glance at Billy. Unlike the rest of his family, he didn’t seem bothered or nervous by Alistair’s cutting tone.

“Is it?” Billy replied, taking a sip of his wine.

“He’s a very busy man and he agreed to meet you as a favour to me.”

“Maybe you should check before you make plans for me,” Billy responded.

Oh, Alistair didn’t like that.

“Do you know how humiliating it was for me to ask someone like Howard for his assistance? He’s a gnat, he’s nothing. Yet I had to reach out to him so he could guide you-”

“And how many times have I said I’m not interested in joining politics, Grandfather? I have no fucking interest in it, I don’t give a shit about it.”

Alistair slammed his hand down on the table. A silent hush fell over the room. “You will do as I say! I will not let you be another loser in this family. I will not accept that! You’re destined to be more than just some foot soldier. This family’s full of idiots, everyone has been a goddamn disappointment! But not you, you’re better than that. You’re my legacy and I will not let your stupidity and stubbornness get in the way of making something of yourself. You will not waste-”

“Are you fucking serious?” You asked, interrupting the old man’s tirade. “A foot soldier? He’s a marine! He’s gone out on three tours and risked his life over and over again to keep this country safe. He’s probably saved countless lives and done more for people than anyone around this table. What have you done? What have you accomplished other than being borne into a rich family?” Fired up, your blood was boiling with rage. “And you’re criticizing him for wasting his life? Why? Because he doesn’t want to be a slimy politician? Your fucking puppet?”

“How dare you speak to me like that?” Alistair roared.

“How dare you? You think I’m just gonna sit here and listen while you yell at my husband?” You scanned the people around the table, noticing their stunned gazes, the fear and shock in their eyes as they glared at you. “Maybe everyone here is scared shitless of you because you hold the purse strings but that doesn’t give you the right to dictate others’ lives. Billy’s an adult. He’s made his own choices, good choices. Just because you don’t agree with them doesn’t make them bad decisions.” You glanced down, shaking your head with irritation. It was then you noticed Billy’s hand covering your right thigh under the table, slowly caressing your skin as if he was trying to soothe your nerves. During your outburst you hadn’t noticed when his hand slid over but now it was all you could feel, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of your clothes.

Alistair’s face was flushed red with anger. “The only reason you’re a part of this family, why you’re at this table, is because I allowed you to be here.”

What the hell were you doing? You had better things to do than take part in Russo family problems. This was not your circus, not your monkeys. If they wanted to eat each other alive, so be it. “And that’s my cue to leave. I’ve had enough of you guys for today.”

Easing Billy’s hand from your thigh, you stood up. Your glass was half-full and you didn’t see the point in wasting the excellent wine. You chugged it in one gulp, clinked your glass in an imaginary cheer to the room before placing it back on the table, and then walked out.

As soon as you exited the space, you felt your stomach uncoil. All that nervous anxiety left your body in one big whoosh, you took a deep breath. Holy shit. You were never more grateful for your own family as you were at that moment.

***

Half an hour later you entered your high-rise building, greeting the doorman as you made your way to the elevator. When the doors opened you slid in and scanned the key card that gave you access to the penthouse. The elevator doors were closing when all of a sudden someone waved their hand halfway in, forcing the doors to open again. You looked up to see Billy walking in, dark eyes holding you hostage. You averted his gaze, pressing the close button again.

As soon as the elevator started moving, he marched towards you. You watched him confusedly as he closed the distance, forcing you to retreat until you were backed into a corner, his body encroaching every inch of your personal space.

You swallowed audibly, returning his hostile stare.

“I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.” His voice was raspy, somehow soft and yet menacing. “I can stand up for myself.”

You sneered. “You think I did it for you?” You jut your chin out defiantly. “I don’t like bullies and your grandfather is a fucking bully. It had nothing to do with you. I would’ve stood up for anyone, it just happened to be you.”

The molten darkness of his gaze trailed down to your lips, as if following every micro change in your expression. Like he was trying to consume you, understand you. “Except you didn’t stand up for the rest of my family. Only me.”

He had a point, but you weren’t going to admit that. “Step back, Billy.”

Billy didn’t withdraw, he continued to hold firm. Your eyes lingered from his face, taking in his firm jaw, the graceful length of his neck, noting how the top button of his collared shirt was undone. A soft breath escaped your lips when his hands slid up the sides of your legs, your waist, trailing up languidly.

You pressed your hand against his chest, intending to push him off.

When his hand covered your own in a surprising gesture, his skin felt hot against your touch. You didn’t understand what he was doing, why he wouldn’t move. Maybe it was a ploy to get you to break but there was something else in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. A kind of vulnerability that left you breathless. Not something you wanted to deal with. “I said move back.”

“This isn’t gonna happen, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Not golddigger. Sweetheart. It was meant to be sarcastic, you were sure of it, but instead the word was pure seduction on his lips, intoxicating. And oddly tender.

“You’re not going to claw your way inside my head. I won’t let you.” It was a warning, a threat, temptation wrapped in danger.

“That’s the last thing I want,” you said, surprised at how resolute you sounded and not at all the quivering mess you felt inside.

He didn’t say anything in response. There was no sarcasm, no scorn, no signs of anger or derision even. Just stark seriousness.

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

He turned around and walked out, leaving you perplexed. You hadn’t realized the elevator reached your floor, all of your senses overwhelmed by Billy’s close proximity. The subtle notes of his cologne still lingered in the air and you took a few seconds to calm your nerves. Not until you heard the door slam to your penthouse did you exit the elevator and head inside.

A/N - Hope you guys are enjoying the fic! Would love to hear your thoughts if you have the time. Comments are loved and cherished :)

#billy russo x reader #billy russo #the punisher #grudgingly yours #ben barnes

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Shimmering Silk (Jamil x GN!Reader)

You tucked your knees under your chin, eyes trained on your three friends. Just feet away from the shore, Deuce, Ace, and Grim were building a sandcastle; they claimed it would be “Even better than Night Raven.” You’d be the judge of that. A little small twitched at your lips as the three bickered on how their masterpiece should be built. Even at the best of times, the three just couldn’t seem to get along for more than a day. Deuce was definitely the most mature of the three, but like the other two he had his stubborn moments. Once again, you were not only there to watch their shenanigans, but also to make sure those schemes didn’t get out of hand. 

There was movement a distance behind your friends. Your eyes trained on the large rock that jutted out of the blue-green waters of the sea. It was close enough to shore, but far enough to reach the deep waters - which was why so many students had flocked there to take a dive. You spied Ruggie’s head rise from the gentle waves; he must have been the one that just dove in. He shook his head, hands coming to wipe water from his eyes as a grin spread across his face. He cast his gaze up in the direction of the other divers, and though you couldn’t exactly make out what he said, the motion of his arm signaled for the next to come down. 

On top of the rock you saw four figures: Jamil, Kalim, Cater, and Epel. Jamil was at the front of the line, the others behind him looking eager for their turn. Kalim patted Jamil on the back in a show of encouragement - something you knew the man didn’t need. As elegant as a swan, the man dove into the sea below, so smooth there was barely a splash. For a moment there was nothing - Jamil was nowhere to be seen. Seconds later, he finally rose. He threw his head back as he surfaced, his beautiful, silken black locks making a perfect arch as it flipped back behind him. You were in awe at just how gorgeous one man could be. 

The fact only made itself more apparent when Jamil came to shore minutes later. Water droplets glimmered upon his skin and dripped down his body, highlighting every curve and crevice. His lean muscles flexed as he fixed his hair; you were always impressed by how fast he could redo his entire hairstyle so quickly and effortlessly. You watched as Jamil made his way over to the cabana Kalim had rented for himself and others to use, his back now facing you. Jamil picked up a towel - his towel - and began to dry himself off; you almost mourned every droplet that was soaked into the plush cotton. 

“Hey!” Fingers snapped in front of your face, startling you from your thoughts. You snapped your head up to meet Ace’s eye. “We’ve been calling you for, like, five minutes now. You good?” 

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine!” you stuttered. “I was just, uh-”

“Admiring the view?” You wanted to slap away that shit-eating smirk across the redhead’s face. He laughed as you shot him a glare. “C’mon, you can’t deny you! It isn’t the first time - and your red cheeks just give it away.” 

“Something wrong?” Deuce asked as he walked over, bucket tucked under his arm. 

“Nah,” Ace replied, thumb jutted out in your direction, “[Y/n] here’s just drooling over Jamil, no big-” You picked up your plastic water bottle and threw it at Ace’s head. He let out an ‘Ow!’ as it met its mark. “What the hell?!” 

“Would you shut up?!” you hissed. “You’re being too loud!” 

“Didn’t have to hit me for it!” Ace argued, hand rubbing his temple. “Mr. Eye Candy isn’t listening anyway.” 

Before you could tackle the man to the ground for a pummeling, Grim called out from the sandcastle-in-progress. “Hey! I need more wet sand!”

“I’m on it!” Deuce called back. Before he ran off, Deuce gave Ace a flick to the forehead and a small glare. “Quick being a dick, Ace.” 

Ace glared after him and let out a huff as he stomped back to the sandcastle. You sighed and shook your head, picking your water bottle up from the sand. You realized then that you hadn’t closed it all the way…well, looks like you’d have to get another. You hoped they weren’t too expensive around here. Before you could even leave your towel, however, someone else trotted up to you. 

“Here!” It was Kalim. He held a water bottle out to you - one of those fancy metal ones. “This is for you!” 

“Oh, uh, thanks!” You gave him a smile as you took it. “I…spilled mine just now, so you came just in time.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Kalim’s bright grin was like the sun. “Jamil told me.”

Your heart stopped. Panic filled your system as you looked over to the cabana, just in time to see Jamil finish taking a drink from his own bottle; you tried not to pay too much attention to the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with the final swallow. His towel was now draped over the back of his neck…you kinda wished you were the towel. As if he sensed you mildly (liar) ogling him, Jamil’s dark eyes glanced up in your direction. For a second, his expression was unreadable, the same as it usually was - and then a smug smile stretched across his handsome face. It hit you then: He’d either overhead what Ace said, or he’d known you were looking at him the whole time. You quickly looked away from him, face burning in embarrassment. 

You barely heard Kalim above the blood that pumped in your ears. “I thought we could all have a cookout later tonight. You’ll be there, right?”

Though your mind was muddled with flustered thoughts, you answered him. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be there.” 

“Great! See you tonight then!” 

You honestly wanted nothing more than to bury yourself in the sand. How were you going to face Jamil at the cookout - or at any other point ever again? This was all so embarrassing! 

But…if Jamil knew of your attraction to him, nonetheless had Kalim deliver the water bottle to you, then…maybe…he might feel the same? A very big leap of faith that was…but you might never get to shoot your shot again. You clutch the water bottle close, the cool metal feeling nice against your hot cheeks. You turned your eyes back on your three friends, tried to solely focus on them and their building endeavors. But every so often, your eyes would wander back to a certain Scarabian - and, sometimes, he would already be staring right back at you. 

#Twisted Wonderland: Beach Episode Mini Series #twst #twisted wonderland #my work #jamil viper #twst jamil x reader #kalim al asim #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst grim #gender neutral reader #twst ace #twst kalim #twst deuce #jamil viper x reader

[c1garettesduringsex]

𝘚𝘔𝘖𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘐𝘎𝘕𝘈𝘓𝘚 | 𝘙.𝘓

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘓𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋. (𝖣𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗎?)

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 18+ Drug mentions, Remus and reader sell and do drugs, weed, mentions of death, smoking, flirting? Tattoos, readers silly billy.

A/N: Remus lupin is hot.

The Pub was full of people, laughing, drinking. Remus and his friends were celebrating the pregnancy of Lily Evans and James potter.

but everything seemed to be in slow motion, all his friends were married, had a Partner, or pregnant. but not Remus. no, he didn’t have anything of the sort. so instead Remus went out to get some fresh air…when he found you.

in the alleyway of the bar.

you looked like some sort of god from the heavens. hair loosely resting on your shoulder, outfit that hugged in all the right ways. the smoke exhaling out of your mouth, blowing in his direction. it didn’t smell like a normal cigarette, no it was weed you were smoking.

you didn’t see him yet. too busy looking at your arm?

“Hey…” You said, now looking his way. “Hey, Dove” Against his own judgment he walked closer to you. now standing side by side, picking the joint out of your mouth. you wave it in his direction.

“What if i was a cop? or a narc?” he grinned, taking the joint. and sucking it until it lit up red with fire. you only rolled your eyes, mirroring his smirk. “I know who you are, Some of my friends buy from you.” your friends? why didn’t they buy from you then?…

“I…i have a rule with selling to friends and family,” he understood, probably more than you’d ever know.

“Yeah, i understand that rule.” The night was silent as he watched you crouched down, balanced on your knees. “Celebrating?” You smirk, standing tall. “Something like that…my best-friends are having a baby.” Just thinking about it brought a smile to his face.

“congratulations on them.” Smirking, you look at your arm again. “What’s with the glances are your arm?” He questions, stepping on the fished joint. “Nothing really, visualizing my next tattoo” tattoo?

“Any ideas?” Remus ponders, slipping up his sleeves. Revealing his own tattoos littering on his forearms. “Maybe…a wolf? I quite like the folklore behind them.” You trace the part of your arm where the ink would be. “they have folklore? You mean symbolic?” He would tell you why his friends call him moony, as his spirit animal is definitely a werewolf.

he doesn’t want to ruin the vibe you both so clearly have going on.

“they symbolize the struggle between good and evil, werewolves are technically anti-hero’s…so” you shrug, tucking your hands into your chest. “Hm I’m sure if they were real they would be”

“they actually are real…I am one, but don’t tell anyone or else” you jokingly threaten, bringing your lip to your lips in a ‘shhh’ manner.

“As long as you don’t tell anyone I am” Remus plays along, staring off into the distance. “Almost a full moon, better get going..” your red lips move into a soft smile while you talk.

“See you whenever your here next..” you wave goodbye, heading back inside to presumably go home. And Remus can’t help but imagine what your tattoo will exactly look like.

he wonders if maybe the full moon carries good luck.

Days go by, Remus shows up everyday to see if you appear. But alas you don’t, not for four long painful days, and boy was it worth the wait.

your black dress clings to your figure, hair loosely around your shoulders. As you tip the drink into your mouth, he notices the cling wrap on your left arm. It also doesn’t take long for you to spot him.

“Remus, hey!” Remus only tilts his head up for a second then goes back to your arm. In red ink is the outline of a wolf, then in black ink is the shape outline of a woman he assumes is supposed to be you inside of it.

“that’s amazing…why the left arm?” the brunette says, “ Left hand is symbolically unlucky…but the tattoo is gorgeous!” You seem over the moon with joy at your new addition to your body. “Like someone else I know.” He lets slip in the casual Conversation, although your reaction was worth it.

blushing mess in front of him, almost as red as the ink on your arm.

“that was bad.” You say blankly. “You liked it.” He retorted.

yes you did.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus x reader #harry potter imagine #sirius black #harry potter

[dreamwasnotaken]

bitches broken hearts | karl

BLURB: you and karl had dated for a year, and had recently made the decision to break up. it was mutual, but you were both completely heartbroken. after a month, you decided to go to a small party hosted by some content creators. little did you know, karl jacobs would be attending. you both can’t stop eye-fucking each other the entire time, and somehow you end up in his bed at the end of the night. 

tw: nsfw, smut, degradation, power play,,, minors dni!

***

stepping into the ginormous house of an unfamiliar content creator, you immediately regretted your decision on tagging along with your friends. you weren’t much for parties, especially when you were still heartbroken from your recent break up. 

it was dark, with dim red LED lights illuminating the entirety of the house. loud trap music boomed from an expensive sounding speaker, and even though the house was huge, it was packed full of people. 

“i’m gonna go get something to drink!” your best friend tina squealed, turning towards you. she immediately picked up on how out of place you were feeling. “c’mon, y/n! please have fun with me tonight.” she begged. 

“i will.” you gave a small smile, lying straight through your teeth. she grabbed your hand, and led you to a table full of alcoholic beverages in the kitchen. 

pouring yourself a drink, you lifted your eyes up from your task only to spot a very familiar brown-haired boy sat on a couch in the living room. he was laughing with the people around him, until he turned his head and his eyes met yours. 

a pang of sorrow washed through your body, but neither of you looked away. karl’s smile faded, and he suddenly looked upset. you wondered if he could tell you were hurting. you hadn’t seen him for a month since the two of you had broken up, and finally seeing him again in person was enough for tears to well up in your eyes. 

“y/n!” tina yelled, lightly tapping your shoulder. it was obvious she noticed the encounter. the action caused you to be the one to break eye contact with karl first. “come on, take a shot with me and let’s dance.” she smiles widely at you. 

“yeah, let’s do that.” you agreed. you needed anything to take your mind off of him, and drinking seemed like the perfect activity. 

*

about four shots later, you were definitely drunk. you were such a lightweight that even just two shots could knock you on your ass, so four was brutal. 

you and tina had been dancing in the living room karl had once been sat in, but now, his seat on the couch was empty. 

“i’m so glad you came with me tonight.” tina was slurring her words, quite obviously as drunk as you were. 

“yeah, me t-” 

and there he was again. as if on cue, karl entered the room with nick, and your jaw almost dropped. 

he was dressed in black jeans and a black button-up; it was so basic, but it had always been your favorite outfit of his. 

you wondered if he remembered that. 

you were still dancing with tina as his head suddenly snapped in your direction, as if he was on the lookout for you. your eyes met with his once again, and he eyed you up and down, almost seductively.

the amount of alcohol in your body faded your sadness from earlier, allowing you to smile at the boy. his cheeks instantly flushed red, but he smiled back. he looked so good.

“hey!” tina cupped your face with her hands, turning your head towards hers. “knock that off!” she yelled over the music. she grabbed you by your hands and continued dancing, twirling and moving around you, spinning you with her to the music. this only earned a giggle from you. 

as you continued dancing, you spotted karl taking a seat in the same spot out of the corner of your eye. 

and then it happened again. 

you turned your head to face him, but this time he was already staring at you. he was sat with his legs wide open, leaning back on the couch, and the sight almost sent you into a frenzy. you took your bottom lip into your mouth as you eyed him up and down. when your eyes reach his again, he’s still making direct contact. 

giggling to yourself, you put your attention back on tina. one of your favorite party songs started playing over the speakers, and you and tina looked at each other and squealed. you start dancing up against her seductively, wondering if this would catch karl’s attention. 

and to no surprise, it did. tina spun you around, so you were now facing him. you could feel his eyes glued to you, as if he couldn’t look away no matter what. he eyed you up and down once again, and nervously ran his fingers through his fluffy brown hair. 

you took this as an opportunity to give him the biggest fuck-me eyes you’ve ever given anyone. you tilted your head downwards, and didn’t look away from him as you continued dancing. 

that is until your vision began to spin, and you suddenly felt like you had to throw up. 

“i’ll be right back.” you mumbled, but tina had already found other people to dance with. you hurried your way out of the living room, direly searching for the nearest bathroom. 

the one downstairs was occupied, so you decided to make your way upstairs. you knew upstairs was usually off-limits, but you weren’t about to throw up at someone’s house you barely even knew. 

once to the bathroom, you locked the door and took a seat next to the toilet.

agonizing minutes passed, with your stomach churning and twisting. to your luck though, you didn’t end up throwing up. you stood up and collected yourself, heading towards the door.

you opened it, only to be greeted with the one and only, karl jacobs.

“oh- hi.” you said, eyes wide open.

“why are you doing that?” was all the boy said, staring at you intensely. he looked down on you, him being much taller. it was a little intimidating.

“what are you talking about?” you slurred, quite obviously playing dumb. you knew what you had been doing the entire night; practically begging this man to fuck you with only your eyes. 

“don’t play stupid.” he said sternly, taking a few steps closer to you. you were only inches away from him, and all you could think about was how good he smelt and how much he towered over you. 

and how badly you wanted him to fuck you, right then and there. 

“you’re making this very hard for me, y/n.” he said in almost a whisper-like tone. 

“making what hard?” you questioned innocently. you thought karl was going to say something along the lines of how this is making the breakup hurt worse, or something like that. but what he said next left you speechless. 

“making it hard for me to not fuck you,” he breathed, looking your body up and down. “you look incredible.” 

“i-i need to go find tina.” was all you could muster up, and you began to push past him. 

that is, until your wrist was suddenly locked in his hand, and he lightly tugged you back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. he pushed you against the door, his body pressing onto yours. 

“tell me you don’t want this, and i’ll go.” he spoke quietly, his right hand embracing your cheek. the whole encounter made you giddy with excitement. 

“don’t go.” you said, quite flustered. 

karl smiled down at you, and that’s when he leaned in to kiss you. your lips met, and it felt like ecstasy running through your veins. his lips were cold against yours, and you could taste the alcohol on his tongue. 

your lips both moved together in unison, his kiss slowly picking up the speed almost aggressively. 

“fuck...” he mumbled as he slowly pulled away. you wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hands found your hips, gripping them tightly. you looked up at the boy with nothing but intimacy in your eyes. 

his mouth met yours once again, but this time his tongue ran across your bottom lip, and into your mouth.you let out a small moan, and your tongues fought a little, but it was all over once he wrapped one of his large hands around your neck, squeezing lightly. 

this earned a drawn-out whimper-like moan from you, and you could tell karl enjoyed this. 

“you like that, yeah?” he breathed as his lips found their way to your neck. “you like when i touch you like that?” 

“mhm, i do.” was all you managed as he began sucking lightly on the nape of your neck. as he did so, it caused a string of moans to escape your lips. he suddenly started sucking harder with each noise that came from you, and you knew this was going to be leaving some marks in the morning. 

“you’re so soft,” he said as he took a pause from pleasuring you. his hand that was once on your neck made its way down to your jeans. he looked at you with pleading eyes, and all you did was nod frantically. “you’re so good, y/n.”

hearing him say your name sent shivers down your spine.

pulling your pants and underwear to the side, karl slipped two fingers into your extremely wet region. the action made your breath hitch, then came a loud whine. he began pumping slowly, picking up the pace after every pump. his hands felt so good inside of you, and you needed more. 

“p-please karl,” you begged. “i need you.” 

“yeah?” he questioned, his free hand wrapping around your neck once again and pushing you hard into the door. “you think you can just tease me all night and get away with it, princess?” he taunted. 

his fingers were going in and out of you so quick now, so deep. 

“answer me,” he growled in your ear, tightening his grip around your neck. this only turned you on so much more. “now.” 

you loved this side of karl. of course, he was always such a sweetheart. but when you told him you liked things rough when you were dating, you never could imagine him doing anything like this.

“no,” you choked out. you could feel yourself coming close to finishing beneath him. “i’m sorry.” 

“yeah, i’m gonna fucking make you sorry.” 

with that, your stomach began to feel like it was floating. you were so close to hitting your climax, until karl pulled his fingers out and quickly began to unbuckle his belt. 

once his large, long member was out, it didn’t take long for him to slip your shirt off and unclasp your bra, tossing it to the side. your mouth gasped at the sight. it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen before, but each time was still a shock. you knew you were in for it tonight. 

“god y/n, you are so fucking gorgeous.” karl said and he eyed your naked body up and down. this earned a small giggle from you.

karl grabbed you by your neck, and brought you over to the bathroom counter. he bent you over, the coldness of the counter sending chills through your entire body. 

“you’re gonna watch daddy fuck the absolute shit out of you.” karl smirked as he positioned himself behind you, lining himself up with your cunt. “how does that sound?” 

“please, karl. please just fuck me.” you practically begged, pushing your ass out towards his dick. 

“i asked you,” he paused, grabbing your hair and pulling it until you were looking in the mirror. you made intense eye contact with him in the reflection. “how does that sound?” 

“it sounds good daddy.” you breathed out helplessly. 

and with that, karl inserted himself in you and you both let yourselves moan out in pleasure. karl’s moans were the sexiest thing you have ever heard, and he knew that you liked it. he thrusted into you slowly, but hard. pure pleasure soared up and down your entire body, needing more. you watched intently in the mirror as he continued to fuck you, as did he. 

“fuuuck...” the boy whined, letting go of your hair and grabbing onto your hips. he picked up the pace, and was fucking you harder than he ever had before. he slipped in and out of your wet cunt with such ease, and groaned almost every time he did so. you could feel his heavy breathing on your back as you gripped onto the counter in front of you. 

“i-i’m gonna finish karl, i’m so close.” you whined, earning a cocky grin from him in the mirror. he pounded into you a few more times, before you both came undone on one another. you could feel him filling you up with his cum, and this made your entire body explode in pleasure and dopamine. his body shook on top of yours as he moaned along with his orgasm.

“oh my god,” you mumbled as you felt karl’s body leave yours, leaving you cold. “karl...” you trailed. 

“shh,” he cooed, lifting you up from the counter and spinning you around. he pressed his bare body onto yours, pulling you into a hug. he snaked his arms around your waist, and you wrapped yours around his neck. he pulled you closer to his chest, and you two just stayed like that. “i’m right here.” he reassured. 

karl knew aftercare was a very important thing to you when it came to sex, and he must’ve thought you were becoming emotional. 

“let me take care of you?” he questioned as he pulled away, quickly slipping his black jeans back on. 

“mhm.” was all you whimpered, your body still shaking from what had just occured. karl opened a nearby closet, and pulled out a clean towel. he took his time cleaning you up, constantly telling you how beautiful and perfect you were as he did so. he picked up your shirt as you crossed you arms, still bare. 

karl slipped your shirt back on you, and then slipped your pants over your legs. once finished, you couldn’t help but pull him back in for another hug. 

“i missed you so much, y/n.” karl said into your shoulder as he rubbed circles around your back. his arms felt safe, like home. 

“i missed you so much karl, you have no idea.” you breathed into his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief. 

“come home with me tonight? nick will drive us,” he asked, pulling away from you and cupping your face in his hands, just like tina had done earlier. before you had the chance to respond, karl passionately pushed his lips onto yours. he kissed you deep, his thumb running circles around your check. “please?” 

“yeah, i’ll come home with you karl.” you said as you pulled away, smiling with glee. 

“i’m never gonna let you go again,” he smiled as he grabbed your hand and led you to the door. “you are mine.” 

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[disasterofastory]

On the side of the road (Steve Rogers x Reader)

On the side of the road officer!Steve Rogers x prostitute!Reader Warnings: prostitution, smut

Summary: You have a better idea than spening your night at the police.

A/N: Kinktober 2022

A groan leaves your mouth the moment you see a police car appearing from the turn of the road. The lights of the city gleam behind it in the distance. A halo shines around the tall buildings, suppressing the sparks of the stars in the dark sky. The only thing you can see is the moon, full and bright.

You move back from the side of the road, hoping you can hide in the darkness. Maybe you can get away unnoticed. Maybe they won't see you. How could they? You are almost in the bushes that are lined up next to the dark road.

You don't even dare to move. Your eyes are on the ground, staring at the black heels you chose to wear tonight. It looks good with your matching miniskirt and lacy top that shows off every part of your curves you are proud of. They are not warm enough for the night, and goosebumps run over your body every now and again, but you are not here to feel good and comfortable. You are here to work.

Well, that's it if the familiar white and blue car doesn't notice you.

Your jaw clenches with frustration as you close your eyes for a second. Small pebbles creak under the wheels of the car when it pulls off the road to stop in front of you.

Fuck.

For a few seconds, your attention turns to the opposite direction, thinking about running away, but the idea seems laughable and humiliating. No. It's not your first time with the cops, you can deal with them now too. You have to. Your eyes return to the car, watching the door open as a man gets out. He is tall and blonde. The lights of the vehicle do nothing to hide his imposing figure. His uniform stretches on his broad muscles, and gears hang on his black belt, forcing your attention to his thin waist until he breaks the silence first.

"Are you lost?" He asks. Both of you know the question is a waste of time. One look at your revealing dress, and the man knows why you are here in the middle of the night. His bright blue eyes sweep over your body. Your skin is smooth under the lights of the car, he can see your nipples through the thin fabric, and your makeup glitters as you move your head. "I'm perfectly fine, Officer," you reply when you find your voice. "Thank you for your concern." The stranger can't help but smirk. There is a feigned innocence in your eyes as you look at him, but the slight tease and flirtiness in your voice are undeniable. "Do you have your papers?" When you shake your head, he sighs. "Then I'm afraid you have to come with me. Do you have any weapons?" It's not like you could hide anything under your skin-tight dress, but he has to ask. The man tries to tell himself that he only looks over your body again to search you but deep down, he knows it's not true. He can't understand why a woman like you would waste her life away like this. "Just a spray in my purse," you reply, holding up your small bag in your hand. "Are you planning to use it on me?" He knows he should be much more firm with you, but the pressure in his pants doesn't let him. You are beautiful, and he has to force himself not to stare at your deep cleavage, hard nipples, and soft thighs. A smirk pulls on your lips. You find the question funny, but you are not bothered by it, your focus is on something else. You recognize that look. Hunger. "No, Officer…" "Rogers. Steve Rogers." He wants to hear his name coming out of your mouth. His gaze is on your lips. The corners of your red lips jerk upwards again. "Officer Rogers," you repeat his words. "Steve Rogers. Are you sure you have to take me in?" His eyes darken for a second before the man shakes his head to clear his mind. "I'm afraid, Miss…" You don't even think before you lie. "Barnes." Well, you are definitely not the Barnes he knows. "But my friends call me Angel," you add. Yeah… friends. Sure.

Your every hope gets crushed when Steve opens one of the back doors, and you have no choice but to obey.

The way back to the city is quiet while you are busy with your thoughts. Watching the blonde man glancing back at you in the rearview mirror every few minutes, you know you still have a chance to go home instead of the station. Sure, you won't get money for it, but you rarely have the opportunity to have sex with a man like him. He is handsome with a chiseled jawline, straight nose, and plump lips. "Are you sure there is no other way, Officer?" You ask him after a while as you lean closer to the grid that separates you from the man. Of course, there is. Steve can think of a dozen positions you could get away with everything. Everything. His jaw clenches when he can't answer. What he wants and what he should say are two different things.

You take it as a yes, though.

Leaning back on the seat, you let your legs open to show off your black panties. You are not even sure Steve can see it until his eyes wander to the mirror again, and he freezes. Satisfaction washes over your body, and you go further. Your hands smooth up from your knees to the edge of your skirt to push it up. "Please, Officer." The delicious whine in your voice echoes in Steve's ear. "I'm sure we can help each other out." You don't have to see it. You know he is hard. His erection between his muscled thighs presses against the fabric of his underwear and pants.

Steve shouldn't do this. He has a job to do. He has to take you in and deal with you in his office in the most professional way he can. He glances up at the mirror again. Your painted nails dig into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. So close to your center.

Fuck it.

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"Oh, fuck!" Steve's groan fills the back of the car as you sink down on his hard length. His hands are firm on your hips, and his lips ghost over your hard nipple as he breathes out. "You are so big," you tell him. And this time, you mean it. He stretches you out, filling you up until every nerve of your body is on edge with anticipation. "Ride me, Angel," he rasps. "Make a mess on my cock, baby." And you do just that. You begin to bounce on his lap steadily, keeping your balance with your hands on his broad shoulders. His thick cock reaches every sweet spot in you that sends pleasure through your veins. One of your hands slips to the back of his neck as he plays with your nipples. He sucks and flicks them with his warm tongue. "Steve," you exhale his name. "I'm gonna…" "Cum," he orders immediately. His hand goes down from your hips to your heated pussy. His thumb finds your clit easily, teasing the sensitive bud until you shake above him. His mouth on your nipple, his finger on your clit, and his hard cock in your throbbing pussy are enough to push you over the edge. Your muscles jerk at the overwhelming feeling, and you barely notice the change in the blonde man's demeanor.

His grip is on your hips again, keeping you steady to fuck up into you. He pounds you with a newfound vigor while your legs shake beside his thighs. The wet sound of your pussy fills the car, and the musky scent of both of you covers your senses. Your eyes roll back when another orgasm consumes your used body. "That's right, Angel," Steve groans. "Cum on my cock, make a mess on it, you little whore." "Steve!" Your voice is tight and hoarse. Black dots dance in front of your eyes. "How many men made you feel this good, Angel? Do you cum on every cock like this?" You shake your head. At least you think you are shaking your head. You are not sure. Your burning cunt is tight on his cock as your walls flutter to suck him in more. "No? You don't get a cock like this every night?" "No," you mewl. Tears are running down your heated cheeks. "I'm gonna cum," he roars, and with that, he pushes his hips up one more time, burying himself in your abused channel as he fills the condom with his seed.

Both of you need a few minutes to get your strength back and clear your mind. Your body shakes, and Steve's softened cock is still in your pussy when the man finds his voice to speak up. "We should go. I still have to take you home."

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[goldenempyrean]

Interstellar Sniffles

〚 Notes - Hi, I finally got round to writing something suffient. Hopefully this is enough :) There's a definitely a chance for a pt2 if that's something you'd like, just lmk! 〛

〚 Pairing - WandaNat x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Nat get's sick with an Asgardian illness so it falls on you and Wanda to take care of her. Even if it means catching her germs. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 3500 〛

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Asgardian-Muticulated-Rhinovirus 

Nothing more than a minor inconvenience for most Asgardians. Light sniffles, minor headache? Well, that was nothing to the Thunder God from space but for humans? Regular humans with regular Earth immune systems. Maybe it was a little bit more complicated than that. 

It was a pretty normal Sunday when the God had landed back at the compound early that afternoon - he’d just come back from tending to some urgent out-of-worldly business and had decided to swing by to pay a visit to his fellow Avengers. Everybody was glad to see him and the whole team spent the rest of the day chatting and catching up. However, unbeknownst to the rest of the team, souvenirs and stories weren’t the only thing that Thor had brought back with him.  

As the night drew on everyone had retired into one of the entertainment rooms to stick on a movie and get comfortable. You found yourself sitting in between your two girlfriends, Wanda at your left casually playing Flappy Bird on her phone not really paying attention to the ongoing film while Nat was curled up on your right, her head resting against your shoulder. 

After about an hour, you couldn’t help but notice Nat becoming unsettled as she tried to stop herself from yawning widely. This continued for a few minutes before her final attempt of stifling her yawn failed and she gave in to it and stirred against you as she mumbled, “I think I’m gonna head to bed.” 

“You okay baby?” Wanda asked, overhearing her groggy mumble. 

“I'm fine, just tired.” The redhead dismissed her worry with a small smile before offering her hands out to both of you, “You two coming?” 

Now that she mentioned it, it was getting late and going to bed was probably a sensible idea. So, the three of you said your goodbyes and headed off in the direction of your bedroom. 

Out of view of the guys, Nat let herself relax a little and it became obvious that she was beyond tired. Her movements felt stiff, and her eyes seemed to be closing on their own accord. Slipping an arm around her waist, Wanda led her into the bedroom and sat her down at the end on the bed. 

“PJs?” You offered, after receiving two nods you went to find some whilst your two other girlfriends washed up for bed. By the time they came back out you’d laid out two sets and were already half-changed into your own.  

Whilst the two were changing, you washed up yourself and came back into the bedroom to find Nat already snuggled down in the centre of your king-size bed, blanket wrapped snugly around her leaving only her red tied back hair in view. 

“She settled down fast.” You noted as you grabbed your pyjama shirt from the edge of the bed. 

Wanda nodded as she came over to throw her arms over your shoulder’s, softly tugging on the black straps of your exposed bra, “She’s just tired. Maybe we can sleep in a little tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, I’ll turn my alarm off then.” You agreed but something was still playing on your mind, “Do you not think it's a little odd though?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, she seemed lively and then in the space of a few hours she was exhausted.” You pursed your lips a little as Wanda squeezed your shoulder in comfort. 

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting how draining all the guys can be once we’re all together.” Wanda offered in response before kissing your exposed collarbone, “Plus it’s not just her, we’re both tired too, don’t deny it. I can see it in your eyes.” 

“I guess you’re right.” You admitted and turned your head to the side to kiss Wanda’s lips before she released you from her hold, “I still find it odd though.” 

You looked over to give Wanda a final unsure glance to which she only shrugged her shoulders a little before climbing in bed beside the redhead. With nothing more to say, you finished changing into your pyjamas before quickly climbing into bed yourself, snuggling down into the thick covers. To your surprise, Nat already seemed to be asleep, her head settled comfortably against Wanda’s shoulder. 

“She’s adorable when she’s sleepy.” Wanda whispered quietly as she carefully leaned over to kiss your cheek, “Goodnight darling.” 

“Goodnight sweetie.” 

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When you woke up the next morning you instantly knew something was up. Someone was snoring. 

Now this may seem completely normal at first, but the thing was that neither Wanda nor Nat snored. Ever. Not once in the three years you’d been sharing a bed had you woken up to snoring. Wait no, maybe except for that one time Wanda had the flu for a week and was so congested her snores were more akin to the sound of a jet plane then natural human noises. 

Listening closely, you quickly realised that the sounds were coming from the girl cuddled closely beside you. 

As you shifted a little to get a better look at Nat, you noticed that her face was flushed, and her breathing was slightly laboured. Her body was radiating heat and she seemed to be tossing and turning uncomfortably. 

Immediately, you knew that something was wrong. You gently shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up. "Nat, Nat, wake up," you whispered softly, but she didn't stir. You shook her again, a little harder this time. "Natasha, wake up," you repeated, more urgently. 

Finally, she stirred, her eyes opening slowly. As she looked up at you, you could see the exhaustion and discomfort etched on her face. "What's wrong?" she asked hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper as she buried her face into you. 

“You were tossing and turning a lot baby,” You explained, “and you were snoring pretty loudly which is unlike you.” 

Natasha nodded weakly, still looking dazed and unwell. "I feel really hot," she murmured, pressing her hand to her forehead. 

You instinctively reached out to touch her forehead as well, and your fears were confirmed. Her skin was burning hot to the touch. "You do feel really warm baby, I’m pretty sure you’re running a temperature,” you sighed, your voice laced with concern. 

You felt a pang of worry in your chest. It sounded like she might be coming down with something, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for not noticing the signs the night before. 

Wanda stirred beside you, her eyes opening slowly. "Is everything okay?" She asked, her voice laced with concern. 

"Nat's not feeling well," You explained, your voice soft. 

Wanda's expression softened as she looked at Nat. "Oh, baby," she whispered, reaching out to stroke her hair gently, “This is why you were so tired, hm?” 

Her response was only a small nod followed by a thick set of rattling coughs which left her red and breathless. You and Wanda each exchanged worried glances as the latter rubbed began to her back whilst you stood up to go get her some water. 

Luckily in the few moments it took to get her the drink, her chest had seemed to calm down a little and Nat was now sitting up as Wanda continued to rub comforting circles along her back. 

“Drink this for me baby?” You asked, offering out the glass of water to which she accepted readily. 

Once she’d drank half, Nat leaned back against the pillows, her eyes closing as she swallowed the rest of the water down, "God, sorry," she whispered, sounding embarrassed. 

"It's not your fault," Wanda said calmly, love seeping into her tone as she took her hand, squeezing it gently, “Maybe you can try and sleep for a little bit longer though? It’s still pretty early.” 

Natasha nodded weakly, too tired to argue. She closed her eyes and tried to get comfortable, but her body felt achy and sore all over. The coughing fit had left her feeling drained, and she didn't have the energy to do anything but lie there. Both you and Wanda exchanged more worried looks before you both settled back into the bed beside her, doing your best to offer her comfort as she tried to drift off to sleep. 

She managed to sleep for another couple of hours or so but truthfully it didn’t seem to help much. It seemed in her sleep; everything had shifted to her head because when Nat woke up, she was unable to keep herself from sniffling. 

She groaned softly and tried to sit up, but her body protested, and she fell back onto the pillows with a sigh. It was clear that she was in no state to do anything. 

Wanda, who had been dozing off beside her, slowly woke up at the sound of her sniffles. "Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked softly, reaching out to touch Nat's forehead to check for a fever only to be met with blazing hot, sweaty skin causing her face to frown with worry. 

She softly moved some of the damp crimson curls out of Nat’s fever flushed face, “Wake Y/N up, okay?” She nodded towards to your sleeping form, “I’m gonna get you something for this fever. You’re really burning up baby.” 

Wanda quickly got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to grab some cold towels and a fever reducer. As she left, you stirred awake, feeling the movement in the bed beside you. 

"Hey, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" You asked groggily, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision as you woke up. 

Natasha sniffled again and shook her head as she shuffled closer to you. “Not good," she croaked out, her voice sounding scratchy and hoarse. "Wanda's getting me something for the fever." 

You frowned with concern and sat up, looking at her closely. Her skin was hot to the touch, and her eyes were glassy and unfocused.  

"It’ll be okay baby," you reassured her, pulling her into a gentle hug. "Just rest and let Wanda help you." 

You sat with her in silence, holding her close as Wanda returned with a bottle of Tylenol and a damp washcloth which she handed to you to dab gently along the side of her crimson cheek before wiping away the droplets of sweat that had collected along her brow. 

Natasha winced as you touched the washcloth to her skin, her body clearly sensitive to even the slightest touch. You murmured soothing words as you continued to wipe her down, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. Still, she was grateful for the coolness of the cloth against her feverish skin. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, feeling the medication start to take effect. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to ruin our weekend, we were meant to go out for lunch, weren’t we?" 

You shook your head, "You didn't ruin anything, Nat. We'll just take care of you and make sure you feel better." 

Wanda sat on the other side of the bed, watching over the two of you with a soft smile. "I'm here too, you know," she teased, reaching over to ruffle your hair playfully, “How about we go settle on the sofa and watch some cringy Netflix movies?” 

You couldn't help but laugh as Wanda suggested watching cringy Netflix movies, knowing it was the perfect distraction for Natasha. However, your laughter was cut short as she suddenly sneezed, her head not having the time to move back from its position on your chest. 

“"H'htschoo!” 

"Sorry!" Natasha apologised, clearly embarrassed by her sudden outburst, sniffling frantically as she gratefully accepted the tissues Wanda had offered out for her. 

You tried to hide your grimace as you looked down at the wet mark she’d left behind on your shirt, “Thanks for that.” You forced yourself to joke as you pulled off the contaminated shirt. 

Wanda gave you a sympathetic smile before turning to Natasha, who was looking truly mortified. "Don't worry about it," she said, patting Natasha's hand reassuringly. "We'll just make sure to keep some tissues on hand." 

You wrapped a warm blanket around Natasha's shivering form, and let Wanda guide her out the living room whilst you went over to your drawers to pick out a new shirt. By the time you’d joined them on the sofa, Nat and Wanda were already cuddled beneath a thick blanket snuggled together close for comfort. They had left a spot for you, and you sank into it whilst Wanda picked out a terrible movie for all of you to mock. 

But as the day wore on, Natasha's condition worsened. Her cough became more persistent, and her nose became increasingly congested all while sending her into throat wrenching, messy fits of sneezes every few minutes. Mounds of crumpled tissues littered the area and by the evening, her throat was so sore the poor girl was barely able to speak. 

Finally, the two of you made the decision that it was time to see Bruce. Just to be on the safe side. 

“Wanda, can you go up and grab one of her hoodies? A warm one preferably.” You asked as you sent a quick text to Bruce to let him know you were coming down to his lab. 

Wanda nodded and quickly made her way upstairs to grab one of Natasha's hoodies. You helped Natasha put it on, being careful not to jostle her too much as she leaned on you for support. 

Once she’d returned, you watched as she helped Nat into the soft hoodie before making your way out of the living room and down the halls. Somewhere along the way, the three of you ran into Clint, Thor, Tony and Cap who’d clearly just finished their joint training session together. 

“Jeez, what happened to Romanoff.” Clint was first to ask the obvious question. 

You went to answer but Nat’s loud set of sneezes seemed to speak for themselves, and you held her closer, “We’re just taking her to get looked at by Bruce.” You explained and the guys offered to come with, clearly worried for the state of their friend. 

You all made your way down to the lab where Bruce was waiting for you. He greeted you with a sympathetic smile, having seen many of the Avengers in various states of illness and injury over the years. 

"Hey, Natasha. What's going on?" he asked, pulling out his stethoscope and beginning his examination. 

Natasha explained her symptoms between sneezes and coughs, and Bruce listened carefully, nodding along as she spoke.  

"It sounds like you have a pretty bad cold, Natasha," he said, after finishing his examination. "But I'm going to run a few tests just to be sure." 

Natasha nodded weakly, looking exhausted from the effort of speaking. The guys gathered around her, offering words of comfort and support as Bruce took some blood samples and swabs. 

As you waited for the results, Bruce gave Natasha some medication to ease her symptoms, and she settled down to rest on one of the lab couches, her head resting on your lap. You and Wanda both stroked her hair gently, trying to soothe her as best you could but it wasn’t long before she stirred, scrunching up her nose as she tried to get rid of the oncoming itch. 

“Hheh..Hehttshoo! Hh’itschieww! Hhi-Hh-H’tsschiew!” 

“Bless you love” Wanda whispered as she helped Nat to sit up so she could go and get her some tissues. 

Luckily it didn’t take long for the results to come through and you couldn’t help but notice the way he was staring at them in confusion. You weren’t the only to notice, however. 

Surprisingly, it was Tony who spoke up first, “Banner what’s wrong?” 

Bruce looked up from the test results, frowning. "These results are strange," he said, looking at Natasha, “I’ve never seen anything like it. There’s definitely a pathogen present, that’s for sure, but it matches nothing in our databases- The fuck?-” 

The room almost shared a collective gasp, nobody had heard the man swear before. Instantly you got up to go and look at the screen displaying the results along with Tony and the rest of the guys. 

“According to this, the origin of the pathogen isn’t from earth. It has the structure of a cold, but mutated in different ways, it’s hard to understand. I can't get my head round these readings.” He sighed in annoyance, hating the fact he couldn’t understand it. 

“How did she even catch this?” You mumbled outloud. 

”I think I know...” Banner finally concluded as something in his brain seemed to click, his eyes casting towards the only man who had the means to leave the planet, “Thor?” 

“No, no. Thats not possible. I haven’t been sick in years. I wouldn’t have come back if I was.” The God frowned; eyebrows furrowed with concern as Nat mumbled something intelligible into Wanda’s shoulder who was shushing her quietly.  

Bruce sighed a little as he ran his hand across an electronic screen which brought up a pop up showing his anatomy as he explained, “Well that's the thing about viruses, even if you’re not sick yourself, you can still pass them on through contact with the same surfaces for example. And judging on how little we know about the viruses' effects on Earth, the rate of infection is unknown meaning...” He paused and turned to the sniffling redhead, “Everyone here should avoid going out in public for the next few days, especially you Natasha - just to be safe.” 

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure that she had heard the string of sentences which had just left his mouth, but she nodded anyway. 

The rest of the Avengers agreed to stay in for a few days before filtering out of the door slowly leaving the three of you and Bruce still in the room. 

“So, she’s definitely, okay?” You asked again, wanting to be 100% sure. 

“Y/N, she’ll be fine. The virus only appears to have heightened symptoms, its duration seems to be the same, she’ll be feeling better in a week or so I think.” The Doctor nodded, but still reached down into a cupboard to grab 2 bottles of medicine – heavy duty Dayquil and Nyquil, “This should be all she needs.” 

You nodded, grateful for Bruce’s expertise and the fact that Natasha would be okay in the end. You turned to the redhead who was now being supported by Wanda as she stood. 

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed sweetheart.” Wanda murmured comfortingly as you thanked Bruce again before joining the two girls. 

Nat leaned heavily on Wanda and you as you made your way back to her room. She was shivering slightly, despite the meds, and you could feel the heat still radiating from her. As you helped her back to her room, it was obvious that both yourself and Wanda couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that she was going to be okay. You knew she was strong, but seeing her vulnerable like this was hard. 

As you walked Natasha back to the room, you helped Wanda get her settled in bed, making sure she had everything she needed before sitting down next to her. Wanda sat on the other side, holding her hand as Natasha drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the ordeal. Whilst you sat there, watching her sleep, you couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over you. You had seen Natasha take down some of the most dangerous foes, but seeing her vulnerable and sick like this made you realize just how much you cared for her. 

As you sat there, watching over your sleeping girlfriend, you couldn't help but notice Wanda begin to sniffle intermittently. It didn’t come as much of a surprise though. Afterall she was the one who’d been in the closest proximity to Natasha for the longest and it was only a matter of time before she caught it too. 

You turned to Wanda; concern etched on your face. "Are you okay baby?" you asked, already knowing the answer at heart. 

Wanda nodded weakly, trying to hold back a cough. "I'll be fine," she assured you gently, "I’m just a little tired. I think worrying about little miss sniffles so much drained me a bit.” She chuckled. 

“Alright baby,” You accepted her answer for now, “Well, how about we both try and sleep for a bit, it’s getting late afterall and I doubt Natty’s going to be awake for a while anyway.” 

The pair of you climbed into bed, there was no need to change – you'd both been in your PJ’s all day anyway.  The two of you fell into a comfortable silence once again, Wanda’s arm coming to comfortably sit over your stomach as you both listened to the sound of Nat’s snores before eventually drifting off to sleep. 

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Inky Hearts pt. 1

Modern!Ellie is a tattoo artist and you just became her lovely little muse.

a/n: hellooo! okay i am actually kind of obsessed with this. I'm not sure how many parts of this i am planning on making but definitely more than one. as always feedback and comments are more than welcome!! all of the pictures i included do not belong to me and the tattoo was found on Pinterest. the two songs mentioned are C.R.E.A.M by Wu-Tang and Come A Little Closer by Cage the Elephant. enjoy lovelys!!

warning(s): mentions of cigarettes/smoking/weed, i think that's it but please let me know if i should add anything

You drum your fingers on the steering wheel anxiously waiting for the light to turn green. You had no reason at all to be anxious! This was not your first tattoo. You had too many to count off the top of your head. However it was your first time at this shop and new places have always made you anxious, always preferring routine over spontaneity. 

You had seen one of the artists at the shop on instagram and instantly became obsessed with their work. Their page is full of stunning tattoos. Her name was Ellie. Cute. She seemed to mostly do plants and flowers, sticking to a traditional style. Seeing a few videos of her tattooing herself, you couldn’t help but notice just how attractive she was. Doing some light-hearted stalking you managed to find her personal page and she had a disappointing lack of posts. Her profile picture was her standing holding a skateboard behind her head…original. She only had a few pictures, mostly with other people. Deciding against following her, figuring that might be creepy.

‘Fuck it! Her style is perfect for the exact tattoo that I’ve been wanting on my hips. It's just a major plus that she’s super hot.’ You think as you send a message to the tattoo parlors page saying you’re interested in booking an appointment. 

So just like that, a month later you’re sitting at a red light, anxiety pulsing through you. Parking your car in the lot across from the shop you gather your things, giving yourself a once over in your car window, you walk across to the shop. The bell above the door jingles as you open it. The classic smell of green soap wafting through the parlor. C.R.E.A.M is playing low in the background as you make your way to the front desk. A young girl with thick black hair is sitting on a stool at the counter typing away at a laptop. You realize you recognize her from Ellie’s instagram page.

You take a few anxious steps toward her, “Hi! I’m here for a four o’clock appointment with Ellie? Sorry I’m a little early!” 

“Hey! No worries! She’s just finishing up with someone and then she’ll come out and get you. Feel free to have a seat.” She gives you a warm smile, going back to typing away.

Placing your purse and water bottle on the coffee table in the middle of a few sofas and loveseats you flop into one, fiddling with your fingers. You take a look around the shop, admiring the welcoming vibe. Flash art is hung all over the walls, along with pictures of tattoos and piercings that customers have gotten. Art and posters are also placed around sporadically. The artist stations have curtains on either side of them with a walkway in the middle. 

A voice coming from around one of the curtains snags your attention. ‘Oh my god. She’s even hotter in person. This is gonna be a long day.’ Your face flushes as your mind shuffles around. 

She rounds the front desk, chatting with her client while accepting her payment. Her client leaves and she turns to the dark haired girl who welcomed you, she nods her head in your direction and you quickly look down realizing you’ve been staring at them. You fiddle with your fingers as a pair of beat up converse come into your view. Looking up as she asks your name.

“Yeah! That’s me!” You look up giving your best casual smile.

“Sweet. Give me one sec to clean up my station and print out your stencil and I’ll come get you.” She says as she steps back.

“Okie dokie!” 

She chuckles at your response, walking towards her station.

“Okie dokie!? Jesus fucking christ I’m such a dork. Just be cool! You know how to be cool!’ You scold yourself and take some deep breaths.

About twenty minutes pass before she’s walking back with your stencil in hand, nodding her head at you to follow her. Gathering your stuff as quickly as possible you shuffle after her. She walks to her station, pulling the curtain closed behind you guys and sits in the rolling chair, cutting the excess edge off of your stencil. You stand there, shifting on your feet, awaiting direction.

Your eyes wander and you realize her station is a great insight to her personality. She’s got a tool cart covered in stickers and a low table shelf where her rolling chair sits. She’s got several shelves with collectable action figures and pictures. You notice more of her flash art taped to the wall, a Savage Starlight poster catches your eye. 

“Alright so you want these on the front of your thighs and hips right?” She looks up at you and you nod giving a small hum.

“Perfect, so if you just wanna pull your shorts off – or you can just lower them. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” 

You blush even though you knew you’d have to take your shorts off. Purposefully wearing your cutest high cut underwear, however now you feel embarrassed at doing that. You shuffle out of your shorts and fold them over your bag. Hopping onto the chair with a small huff you lean back into the backrest. 

She stands, slipping on her black gloves. Glancing down at you and asking if you're ready, you nod your head with another hum. 

As she makes work of sanitizing your skin and running the disposable razor over your thighs and hips, you subtly admire her own ink. She has a beautiful fern with a moth overlaying it on her left arm. On her right arm she has a collection of flowers and plants from her wrist disappearing into the sleeve of her white t-shirt. She also has several patchwork pieces filling in the blank skin on her arms, neck, and some tattoos disappearing to her covered hands. Your face flushes and the thought of seeing the pieces that are not currently exposed. 

As Ellie is prepping her canvas she is trying to be as subtle as possible as she looks you over. Feeling embarrassed at her lack of professionalism she scolds herself as she ogles you. Admiring your tattoos, she feels giddy at the thought of adding to all the beautiful pieces covering you. She glances up at you as you seem to be dazed while staring at her arms. Giving a small smirk at your face flushing, she wipes your skin with the wet paper towel once more before grabbing your stencil from her table. She presses them both down with gentle hands, making sure they’re even and not smudged. 

“Okay, hop up and take a look at it in the mirror. If there’s anything, anything at all that you don’t like about the placement or size let me know.” She steps back, rolling her gloves off and reaching for clean ones.

Scooting off the chair you move over to the mirror and admire the beautiful stencil, already obsessing over the temporary blue ink. Shifting your hips and rotating your body to make sure you like it from all angles, you swivel around with a grin.

“I love it! It’s literally perfect. Oh my god it’s so perfect.” You gush.

Her face flushes at your praise and she nods before turning to her workstation to fill the ink caps and get her tattoo gun ready.

You hop back into the chair, giddy with excitement. Fingers fiddling, this time with excited energy. The buzz of the gun causes adrenaline to fizzle through you and you take deep breaths, preparing for the sweet pain. She rolls her chair to you and presses the pedal underneath the chair causing it to lower to her sitting level. 

“Alright, you ready to start?” She dips the needle of the gun into the ink, bringing her attention back to you. 

Taking a deep breath, you look into her green eyes and give your best confident nod, “Ready as I’ll ever be!”

She smiles at you, finding you absolutely adorable and places her left hand firmly on your thigh, gun in her right hand. 

Always being surprised by the pain, for some odd reason. You take a deep breath at the hot sting and try to focus on the music playing in the parlor. Come A Little Closer plays and you drum your fingers to the melody. 

– 

“Alright, outlines are done. You wanna take a break before we start color?” She asks as she sets the gun down, stretching out her arms and neck. Looking incredibly hot doing something so simple.

“Yeah! A break would be good.” You stretch out your legs before moving off the chair with great caution trying to avoid the painful feeling of creasing your skin. 

“Sweet. Lemme just cover you with saran wrap and some medical tape” She rolls over to you covering your outline gently. You slip on your shorts, zipping them up and leaving the button undone. You shuffle in your bag for your smokes, turning around with the pack in hand. 

“You- Uh- You wanna join me for a smoke?” You offer sheepishly. 

She says sure and grabs her water bottle, walking out behind you. You lean against the brick wall, pulling your lighter out of the pack and two smokes. You place one in your mouth, lighting it and lighting the other with the tip. You blush feeling Ellie’s eyes on you the whole time.

Passing it to her you try to make small talk, “It’s a horrible habit…I’m aware. I usually prefer a joint over a cig but ya know.” You say with a small laugh. 

She chuckles with you, “I’m not one to judge. Besides, you can get away with smoking.”

“What do you mean by that?” You exhale and glance up at her in confusion.

“Pretty girls can always get away with smoking. Trust me.” She says with a dramatic exhale of smoke, looking borderline edible at this point. 

‘Fuck how can someone look that hot smoking a cigarette!?’ 

You turn a bright shade of red, “I- I’ve never been told that before…” You say quietly, stubbing your cigarette out on the ashtray placed outside. 

Smirking at your shyness she stubs her and pushes herself off the wall, stubbing her cigarette on the ashtray, “C’mon pretty, let’s get back to work.” She says, holding the door open for you. Your body brushes against hers as you walk through the door. Face aflame.  

You both settle back in her workspace and she starts coloring your piece.

–

Pulling off her gloves and leaning back to stretch, “And you’re done. Let me know what you think.”

You scoot off the chair, skin much more tender, you wince when you crease it, dreading the drive home. You step over to the mirror ogling at the artwork that decorates your skin.

“It’s-” You spin around bouncing on your toes, “It’s amazing! You’re fucking amazing! Oh my fucking god!” You practically scream, feeling pure elation. 

Her freckles become prominent as her face flushes a concerning shade of red. Your praise clearly has an effect on her. She rubs the back of her neck sheepishly, feeling her blush all over her body. 

Clearing her throat, “I- I’m glad you like it. You took it like a champ. That’s a big ass piece, I don’t know if I could've done only one session.” She rambles, wanting to get the attention off of her. 

She stands, hands stuffing into her pockets, “Anyway! Let’s get that covered.” 

She covers both your hips in saniderm and you pull your shorts on, wincing as the fabric rubs against your skin. 

“Hey! Uh- Do you have a personal instagram? I found the shop but um- was hoping to follow your personal one!” You ramble nervously, shuffling with your phone.

Letting out a small laugh she takes your phone from you, opening instagram and typing her handle. She takes her phone out of her back pocket, following you back. You try to hide your smile and grab the rest of your things.

‘Just be cool. Play it cool and casual.’

Making your way to the front desk she leans on it, “So for today it’ll be an even $200.”

“What? What- No, that’s- that’s way too cheap. Here.” You hand her four hundred, knowing that she’s undercharging you. This tattoo is incredible and huge. You also hand her a single hundred for the tip. Having had enough tattoos that you know you always pay in cash and always be prepared to tip generously. 

She shuffles through the cash, shaking her head and trying to hand you back two of the five hundred that you handed her. You raise your hands and shake your head, “No! Ellie! C’mon, don’t undercharge me!” Looking her in the eyes to insist. 

“C’mon pretty girl. Reason with me. Take two back. I won’t accept five.” She says as she stands taller, hands leaning on the counter, tilting her head as she speaks to you.

‘Let me just…casually get on my knees for you. You look so fucking hot right now. Oh my fucking god.’

You let out a dramatic sigh and say quietly, “Fine! Fine…but you’re keeping three!” You concede, not happy at all with her undercharging you.

She smirks, pushing herself off the counter folding the cash and pocketing it, “Good girl. Was that so hard?” She mocks you.

Your body is burning with embarrassment and lust at this point and you are grateful the dark haired girl from before is gone. Feeling mortified at the thought of anyone witnessing her flirtatious teasing. 

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you take a step back gripping your bag.

Clearing your throat you manage to get out, “Well- I Will be seeing you. Thank you, Ellie. This piece is- it’s incredible. I’m obsessed with it!” You gush out like a fangirl.

“Thank you…that means a lot.” She says and stuffs her hands in her pockets, an obvious tell of when she’s nervous. 

–

Parking your car in the parking lot behind your apartment building you pull your phone out from your back pocket, feeling it buzz with a notification. 

ellie_wills03 : hey pretty girl

ellie_wills03 : you get home safe?

You bite your bottom lip as you smile. Thumbs hovering over your keyboard.

love.bug.222 : Hi! Yes, I just got home 🩷

ellie_wills03 : good, have a good night gorgeous 

love.bug.222 : Okie dokie! You too! I’ll talk to you tomorrow :) 

Ellie smiles at her phone, chuckling at how sweet you sound even over text.

You are a blushing mess, admiring your tattoo for the rest of the night.

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