#i should be studying but no. panic over where to put the books time

[fatuishooker]

Keep them

Tighnari x f reader smut

Authors note: not only is this my first time using tumblr this is also my first fic I’ve ever wrote so please ignore random errors

Also I have no idea how he acts so this is prob ooc LMAO

nsfw: breeding, desk sex, clothed sex, caught?, idk man

This was not proof read

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“Do you know where Tighnari is? His books are here” you asked Collei who was currently sitting  at her desk. The young girl whips her head around not expecting you to be there. “Hi Ms.Y/N, Master Tighnari should be in his office reading. I can bring his books to him if you don't want to carry them.” she offers standing up, expecting you to tell her to bring them up. 

“It's fine I got it, Keep studying your book and I'll be back down to ask about your studies in a sec.” you give her a smile as you walk away after hearing her settle back down giving a quick “yes ma'am.” 

His office was just around the corner so you really didn't mind carrying them. His door was cracked so you could easily push the door open with no struggle. “Hi Tighnari, your books came in so I thought id bring them in.” you explain to him tilting your head from behind the stack of books to look at him. 

His ears perked up at the sudden voice that he was not expecting. “Hello Ms. Y/N, can you just set them in the corner next to the rest.” he said in an almost excited tone. He always got quite excited when his new books came in. 

“Tighnari i told you to stop with the formalities, we are friends and friends don't use titles.” you complained, walking towards the other stack of books. He never got over that habit even though you always fussed about it. 

“I know, i'm trying to get better with that,” He said, watching you bend down to set the heavy stack down across the room. But his breath gets caught in his throat when his eyes make direct contact with the sight of your skirt slightly lifted, giving him a view of your cute panties and outline of your plump folds. 

He instantly looked away out of pure respect for you. Putting his head down on the desk he was currently sitting at. “What are these books even about? You order so many at once so they must be good.” you said with a curious tone, standing back up to admire the books he has collected over the years. But when you hear no response from the man you assume he didn't hear you. Turning around to see the man face in his arms on his desk. 

You were quite confused about the mood change. He was perfectly fine a few seconds ago. “Are you alright, Nari?” you ask, walking towards his desk. He instantly sits up realizing that he's making himself seem more suspicious. “I'm alright, I'm just tired from reading.” he tries to explain. 

But you know he's lying. How do you know? His tail was swaying faster than normal. 

“You don't have to lie, you know.” you say walking up right next to him to see why he was acting this way. But you found out due to your eyes catching the sight of the growing bulge in his pants. He quickly covered himself with his hands in a panic. His whole body felt hot due to pure embarrassment.

“Im so sorry y/n, i really didn't want you seeing me in this way because i resp-” he was cut off by your sudden bold words 

“Do you need help?” you say, slightly pressing your legs together at the sight of him completely flustered. “I would never want you to feel pressured to do anyth-'' he tries to say but once again gets cut off. “That is not what I asked.” leaning into his ear “Do you need help Tighnari.” you said as you watched a cold chill come across him. 

“Yes please” he whimpered out so quietly you almost didn't catch what he said. You would've tried to tease him but how desperate he looked to have you made your walls clench around nothing. His feet push against the ground to move the chair away from the desk to give you some room.

You walked in front of him, slowly getting on your knees. Dragging your soft hands up his thighs to his pants waistband. He looked so cute and bothered already. Face flushed red, ears twitching, and his tail moving rapidly. “Can you hurry up please y/n~”  Tighnari whimpers, putting his hands on top of yours, encouraging you to pull his pants down. He lifted his hips up slightly as you pulled the pants down to pool at his ankles. 

His heavy cock was already leaking from the little contact you have had. You nearly start drooling at the sight. “Has anyone ever told you your cocks gorgeous?” you giggle out as you wrap your fingers around the base starting to pump at a slow agonizing pace. His hips twitching at you sudden praise and touch. 

“You would be the first~” he groaned, embarrassed at both of your confessions. He didn't understand how you were always so bold with your words. He wanted you to be just as embarrassed as him. He could barely look at the sight of you smiling at his words, Licking a fat stripe up his sensitive cock. You moaning at the taste and warmth of his cock. 

Wrapping your lips around the tip, licking circles around the tip. He lets out a loud whimper, hand instantly going to grab your hair but you smack it away. The dramatic breath he let out made you moan, vibrating his sensitive cock. Lifting your head off of his cock, pumping your hand faster but not enough to actually give enough pleasure he would need to cum. You began to stand up on your feet, leaning over so you both came eye to eye. 

“Ya know i've always wanted to do this” you confess, Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. He smiles at your flushed expression, but what you stated made him feel different. He wanted to see more of you. He wanted you.

You looked nervous at the fact he didn't respond, him removing your hand from his cock. But your worry was quickly gone as he stood up, grabbing your waist placing you down on his desk facing him. 

“You were taking too long.” He says, reaching his hand down to push your skirt up. Fingers pressing against your clothed cunt. “Do you want to go further?” He knows your answer, he just wants you to say it out loud. 

You respond with a head shake. He dragged a finger to pull your panties to the side. But once he did, he didn't move. You wiggle your hips wanting more but he grabbed your hip with his other hand holding you still. “That is not what I asked.” He says with a smirk. 

If you weren't embarrassed before you surely were now. Not only was your dripping cunt on full display in front of your coworker, But he is using your own words against you now? The look on his face showed he was amused at how shy you were getting. 

Sick of waiting, you finally give in to what he wants. “Please fuck me” you whisper. Humiliated at the fact you even had to say it. But Tighnari wasn't satisfied. 

“What did you say y/n?” he says, his sarcastic tone making you instantly whine. “Fuck me already Tighnari!” You say aggressively, leaning up wrapping one arm around the back of his neck. He is shocked by your actions but instantly wraps his arm around your back and grabs his cock. 

Running his flushed pink tip against your already soaked folds. He slowly pushes in, you both letting a gasp out. Your legs wrapping around his waist pulling him in closer. You both are practically hugging each other trying to get as close as possible. Both of your eyes watch as he bottoms out. 

You both look up at each other and lean in, lips smashing against each other. Licking around each other's mouths,wanting to taste as much as possible. That goes on for a while as you get adjusted to his cock. 

Pulling away from the kiss you both stare at each other, panting heavily. “Please move Nari”  You whine. The desperation in your voice makes tighnaris cock twitch. He slowly pulls out, dragging a long moan out of you. His tip being the only thing left in you made you feel empty. But the empty feeling didn't last long because he quickly shoved his heavy cock against your walls. 

His pace is slow at first, letting you get used to his size . His cock tightly being squeezed by your walls, filling you up perfectly. His eyes were glued to where you both were connecting, watching the thick ring of your arousal pool at the base of his cock. 

The slow deep strokes allow you to feel each vain of his beautiful cock. But the slow pace didn't last for long because soon as you started digging your nails into him he felt something feral strike him. 

“Fuck- you feel so good~” Tighnari growls, leaning forward to bite onto your shoulder. His pace becomes brutal, pounding into you turning you into a babbling mess. The desk scraped loudly against the floor due to the strength of the thrust. You angle your hips up more making him hit the perfect spot, your eyes watering and your hands moved up to rub his ears. As you rubbed he leaned into your touch, whining loudly.

Only thing you could hear was the sound of skin slapping and loud moans. You both forgot everyone existed, only caring about each other. But you both were brought back to reality when a soft knock and a very concerned girl knocked on the door. 

“Master Tighnari, are you okay in there? I heard a loud scraping against the floor.” collei asked. 

You both automatically stop and look at each other in shock. You both totally forgot how curious the clueless girl was. He clears his throat getting ready to respond. But an evil thought crosses your mind. You clench your walls tighter around him just as he's ready to speak.

“I'm alrighttt collei, just moving things -arou-nd…” he pants, looking down at you staring daggers into your soul. 

“Oh alrighttt, just making sure. Also have you seen Ms y/n? I wanted to talk to her before she went out on night patrol.” she says innocently, her feet tapping against the floor outside. 

Tighnari began slowly fucking back into you. You gave him a harsh stare covering your mouth. He leaned up to your ear, pulling your hand away. 

“Go on, answer her y/n~” he says teasingly. You gather yourself, trying to ignore the fat cock rubbing your walls. 

“Collei, me and Nari~ are having a meetin-g right now. I'll see you when we're doneee.” you state, biting your lip as you finish talking. Tighnari stops when she starts speaking again. “Okay i'll be waiting in my room.” she says excitedly. Poor girl has no idea her two superiors were fucking eachother stupid behind the door she just walked away from.

As you hear her footsteps disappear, you and Tighnari both sigh. “We should hurry up before she comes back again.” you laugh out, Tighnari agreeing seconds later. His cock slowly pulls out of you causing you to whine at the emptiness. 

“Turn around.” He says, pulling you up from the desk onto your feet. You turn around resting your hands on the edge of the desk. Your back flushed against his, you could feel the sweat on both of your shirts. He aligns his cock with your cunt once more, his heavy cock going right back to work. 

He wraps one arm around your waist and his other hand wraps around your neck, squeezing tightly as his pace picks up. Your constant moans and praises were filling his ears. But one thing caught his attention. 

“Pleaseee cum in me nari~” you begged, your end coming near as you fuck yourself back onto him matching his pace. His pace suddenly becomes aggressive, drool and tears leaving you as a result. 

“Are you-u suree?” he panted, he prayed that you meant that because he doesn't want to leave your warm cunt. But he instantly smiled at you turning your head towards him, instantly shaking your head yes multiple times. He leans forward to capture your lips. 

You both moan into the kiss as you both finally cum, slowing down as he fucks you through your orgasm. His warm load makes you feel fuller than before. Pulling your lips away from each other to breathe. Staring at each other, completely flushed. Tighnari lets out a soft laugh when you whine as he pulls out, cum leaking slightly out your cunt.

“I'm sorry I don't really have anything to clean you up in here.” he sighs, pulling his pants back up.  “It's fine, I'll just stop by my room before seeing collei.” you said, a warm smile on your face as you fix your clothes to make yourself decent. 

“Um just so you know i wasnt using you for sex…. I actually like you. It's okay if you don't feel the same way but I just thought I'd let you know.” Tighnari nervously says, avoiding your lingering eyes. You lean in and give him a soft peck on his swollen lips. “Tighnari I know. I wouldnt have fucked you if i didnt also like you.” you laugh out. He's back to his normal self again. 

“Maybe we can go out sometime? As more than friends…” He shyly says, tail swinging back and forth as he hides his happiness from your confession. “Of course nari, we can talk more later in your room. I shouldn't leave collei waiting any longer.” you explain, walking towards the door to leave.”Wait you forgot your underwear” He says, grabbing the pair he set on his desk.

“Keep them.”

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Extra 

“Soooo…. Do you like Master Tighnari?” Collei asked, smiling at you because she knows your answer. “Collei, I thought you wanted to talk about your studies, why are we talking about my relationship status?” you say flushed, the actions you two did flashing through your head. 

“I just think you two would be a perfect couple! Plus you and Master Tighnari never have meetings so somethings up...” she says suspiciously. “That's enough talking about that, let's talk about your studies before I make you take my night watch.” you state, hands on hips glaring at the girl. 

“Yes Ma'am.” Collei says, quickly starting to talk about her studies.

#tighnari x reader #tighnari #tighnari x reader smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut

[rxmqnova]

I don’t know if you’re taking requests, but if you are, can you write about when Nat kidnapped Wanda’s daughter when she was 4? Like what happened that day and Wanda’s reaction when she realized her daughter was gone?

I love your writing BTW!! <33

Kidnapped

Y/N: 4 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Sweet dreams, my little monkey" Wanda whispers to her little daughter and presses one last kiss to her forehead.

The witch just put Y/N down for a nap, so now it's time for her to get some work done. And by work I mean study the Darkhold.

Y/N only just turned 2 when the whole Thanos thing happened and Wanda's lover died. Vision isn't Y/N's dad, Wanda had her with someone else before her and Vision became a thing. However, things didn't work out really well and they decided to go separate ways, but raise their daughter together as the two were living in the same building.

That was the original plan, but Vision died and everything changed. Wanda took her daughter and left New York with no trace left behind. Then this hex thing happened which fell apart as well and Wanda didn't only lose her lover for the second time, but also her two other children.

That brings us to the Darkhold thing. Wanda's been studying the book whenever she can to bring her twin boys back. She has a library in the basement where Y/N is forbidden to enter as Wanda doesn't want her little one to get hurt. So usually the witch locks herself in there when Y/N's napping or after Y/N falls asleep in the evening and this is exactly what's Wanda about to do now…

Meanwhile Natasha's watching the witch from distance. Y/N's her daughter too after all and she really wants to be her mom, but she knows that Wanda won't let anyone near her daughter, not even her other parent.

She knows Wanda will be furious and most definitely will come for her daughter as soon as she finds out Y/N is gone, but the redhead talked to the other Avengers who agreed that Wanda needs to come back to reality.

"Clint, I'm going" Natasha announces through the earpiece.

"Be careful" Clint tells her back.

The plan is that Natasha takes Y/N while Clint's waiting in the Avengers jet. Then all three of them will fly to the compound and wait what'll happen next. Natasha believes that Wanda isn't completely corrupted by the Darkhold and will listen to her when she'll have Y/N.

Wanda's now deep down in the book, so she doesn't hear anything when Natasha manages to get into the house through a window. The redhead makes her way to Wanda's bedroom where Y/N's napping and carefully takes the little girl into her arms, smiling when she sees how much has her daughter changed over the time she hasn't seen her.

"You're so beautiful, детка" Natasha whispers as soon as she leaves the bedroom, knowing Wanda has a baby monitor there if Y/N needed something. She presses a kiss to her daughter's forehead and tears fill the redhead's eyes. (baby)

Natasha realizes she should probably get out though as Wanda might soon notice something. So she leaves through the same window she came in, quickly carrying Y/N to the jet.

As soon as Natasha gets to the jet, Clint closes the door and gets on the way back to the compound while Natasha holds her little girl tightly, smiling at how cute her sleeping daughter is.

It doesn't take long until Y/N starts waking up though. She rubs her eyes and looks around, wondering where she is.

"Mama?" Y/N calls, her eyes filling with tears when she doesn't see Wanda anywhere and finds herself in Natasha's arms. "Mama" Y/N cries out, trying to wiggle out from Natasha's arms.

"No, no, it's okay. Don't cry, sweetheart. I won't hurt you" Natasha panics, not knowing what to do. Deep down she was hoping that Y/N would remember her, but that's clearly not happening.

"Where's mama?" Y/N sobs, looking at Natasha and waiting for an answer.

"She's okay, sweetheart. She asked me to watch you, because she needed to… she needed to solve something. We'll have so much fun, you don't have to be scared" Natasha smiles warmly, hoping this will calm Y/N down.

"You're doing great" Clint says playfully, earning a glare from the redhead before she looks back at her baby and smiles.

"Have you ever been on a plane?" Natasha asks on which Y/N shakes her head. "No? You're on one now, do you want to look out of the window?" Natasha asks softly. Y/N hesitates a few seconds and then nods, so Natasha carefully lifts her daughter up, sitting her on her hip and walking to the window.

Y/N gasps, covering her mouth with her tiny hand when she looks outside.

"That's a cloud?" Y/N questions, pointing at the white clouds outside and wiping away her tears with her other hand.

"Yeah" Natasha smiles warmly, giving Y/N's tummy a little tickle before letting out a breath of relief.

———

Three hours later Wanda leaves the library confused as why hasn't Y/N called for her in the baby monitor yet. She walks upstairs to her bedroom to check up if Y/N's still asleep and eventually to wake her up.

"Y/N?" Wanda calls when she finds her bed empty. "Y/N, where are you?" She asks, her voice full of worry as she's looking around the room.

Wanda rushes around the entire house, calling Y/N's name, but gets no response. Tears fill the witch's eyes as her little monkey isn't anywhere.

She runs outside, calling her daughter's name over and over again, but suddenly stops, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. She's learnt a lot from the Darkhold and if Y/N's near the house then locating her daughter shouldn't be much of a problem.

Little does she know that her daughter is already on the Avengers compound and right now eating a snack Natasha has prepared for her.

"This place is so cool! Why mama never takes me here?" Y/N pouts before shoving another piece of apple into her mouth. "When will mama come?"

"I have a feeling she'll be here very soon, honey. But who wants to play now?" Natasha smiles, booping Y/N's nose which makes the little girl giggle.

"Mee!" Y/N squeals with a smile, jumping off of the chair and lifting her arms up for Natasha.

"Slow down, детка. You still have some apples to eat" Natasha chuckles, sitting Y/N on her lap and handing her baby a bowl with the last few pieces of apple. (baby)

———

Wanda's eyes glow red as she lands in front of the compound, she's really mad. She slams the door open with her powers and makes her way straight to the living room where Y/N and Natasha are currently playing.

"Natasha, where is my daughter?!" Wanda's voice is full of anger as she's walking towards Natasha with a red magic ball in her hand.

"Wanda, calm down" Natasha says, standing up from the ground and keeping Y/N hidden behind her legs.

"Mama" Y/N sobs, hugging Natasha's legs tightly.

"Y/N/N" Wanda breathes out in relief that her daughter is okay, her magic disappears and she reaches her arms for her daughter, but Y/N only flinches away. "What have you done?" Wanda asks, looking at Natasha and tilting her head in anger.

"Nothing. You're scarying her, Wanda" Natasha says, lifting Y/N up and sitting her onto her hip.

"No, no, I… Y/N/N, it's mama" Wanda smiles at her daughter, tears in her eyes. "Please, my little monkey… Why did you do that? Why did you take her away? She was perfectly fine with me" Wanda blurts out, wiping away the tears that's escaped her eyes.

"No, she wasn't, Wanda. What you do is dangerous and Y/N's my daughter too. You don't have the right to just pack her stuff and leave without telling me" Natasha starts while Y/N's resting her head on Natasha's shoulder, now interested in playing with Natasha's arrow necklace and not listening to anything. "You have to stop, Wanda. That book is dangerous and you know it. You need to stop before it takes control of you"

"How do you know about the Darkhold?" Wanda asks confused.

"Strange… Wanda, I just want Y/N to be safe and I want to be her mom… And believe it or not I still care about you… You can't bring them back, Wanda… Look how beautiful our daughter is" Natasha smiles, tickling Y/N's tummy which makes Y/N giggle. "She needs you, Wanda. Don't let the power of the book control you or you might lose her" Natasha says, her speech bringing tears into Wanda's eyes.

Wanda let's out a sob on the thought of losing her daughter, the only family she has, and nods which makes Natasha smile.

"Can you give mama a hug, детка?" Natasha asks her daughter, poking her side which makes the girl squeal. (baby)

Y/N reaches her arms for Wanda which makes the witch smile. She takes her daughter from Natasha, hugging her tightly.

"I'm so sorry I scared you, my little monkey. Mama loves you so much" Wanda says, kissing her baby's cheek.

"I love you too, mama"

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Came up with this reason of Y/N's kidnapping, hopefully it's not too chaotic…

Also, thank you so much for sending requests, I'm working on every single one I've received! I'm really happy you enjoy my writing!!

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[rubywonu]

𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

summary: in which your boyfriend assured you and comforted you after having a rough day.

pairing: xu minghao x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, angst, fluff, comfort.

warnings: a LOT of anxiety, panic attacks, breakdowns, emotions are haywire, kisses, hugs, reader hurts herself.

w/c: 1.1k

nia’s notes: just a little fic on my current status except i dont have a hao. its probably rushed af. tagging some moots at the bottom, to help spread this fic.

you slammed the door shut as panic settled into your body. you removed your shoes and walked into the living room in search of your boyfriend. you just had written a test and it was needless to say it was not your best performance.

you had prepared for it a month before and you entered the exam hall with so much confidence. but you left the hall with tears on the brim of your eyes and a slow-settling panic attack.

on the couch rested your boyfriend. minghao was reading a book, his headphones strapped on his ears. he put his book down and hao's eyes glistened when he saw you. but that didn't last very long when he saw the lone tear gliding down your face.

immediately ditching his headphones and book, hao ran over to you. his hands grabbed your shoulder lightly and he pulled you into a hug while rubbing his hand over your back.

the comfort of being next to hao was your safe space when you cried your heart out. your eyes burned and your throat ached at the intensity of your breakdown.

and for a second you felt ok. but then you felt your heart drop. you asked yourself a question that lingered in your mind. did you deserve to cry? the answer, well you didn't have that.

your entire life you were set on high expectations to do amazing in your tests and you did. exam after exam you pumped out excellent grades like a robot, leaving no time for you to enjoy life. people praised you and you were the ideal daughter in the eyes of your parents.

but that all stopped when you started to live your life. you went out to parties with your friends and went on dates, where you met your boyfriend. that's when your grades dropped a little, although it didn't make a difference in your final grade, the way your parents saw you changed remarkably.

you were a disappointment in their eyes and the constant screaming made you believe every insult that was thrown at you. so you cut down on your enjoyment and went back to being a 3.9 gpa student. thankfully, you had hao by your side.

minghao reminded you to eat, he supported you through the times when you felt like a mistake. he stayed awake on the nights when you spent cramming. minghao was a ray of sunshine in your dark life, and you thanked the gods for that.

after a hectic month of staring into a book like a mad woman, you would've expected to do way better in the test than it turned out to be. the questions were hard and the time was insufficient, and the worst part was it was all your fault. at least that's what you told yourself.

you should've studied harder and practiced time management. you should have, no, you had to do better. otherwise, everything you worked hard for was useless.

minghao noticed your quiet behavior and pulled away from the hug, his knitted eyebrows screaming concern. "are you ok, my love?"

and for a minute, you just stared at the wall in front of you, you were numb. were you sad? were you disappointed? or angry? you just didn't know. it felt as if you had fallen into a void of nothing, and for the first time in your life, you couldn't breathe.

it started with your body shaking silently, as you felt another breakdown washing over you. then, it escalated to you clawing at your neck for some comfort. you needed air, you needed to breathe but just couldn't.

tears welled up in your eyes, you tried to speak but no sound exited your mouth. you sat there like a statue. you didn't move but your body and your mind were running a thousand miles an hour.

minghao seemed familiar with what was happening and immediately pulled your hands away from your neck, which was red. "breath. breathe for me." he helped you stabilize your breathing by rubbing your back and guiding you. "that's it, my love. you're doing amazing."

you got your breathing back but the void-like state didn't leave. but an emotion struck you and it struck hard. anger. you were angry at yourself for not trying hard enough.

you furiously wiped your tears and abruptly stood up. minghao followed your movement with curiosity. "why?" you asked yourself meekly. it was so small, your boyfriend almost didn't catch it.

"why what darling?" hao walked in front of you, his eyes held adoration and love when he looked at you.

"why didn't i try better? the exam was so easy. but i couldn't answer a single question." you grabbed your hair and shook your head violently. you started to hyperventilate. you sunk to the floor again, as your knees gave up and the strength at which you hit yourself became more aggressive.

minghao struggled to pry your hands off, he wasn't afraid of getting hit in the process. "yn. my love, you tried your best. you did everything you could. and i know you will do amazing the next test. don't beat yourself over this."

"no, hao, you don't understand. i can't dance or sing like the others do." your voice broke as you started to speak. "i can't cook or paint. i have no artistic or athletic talent, minghao. my grades are all i have. without them, who am i?" you confronted the real reason you tried so hard for your education, while all your friends were getting medals and trophies for competitions when you were younger, the only thing you had were your grades.

"you're the most wonderful person i've ever met. that's who you are." you felt a tear hit your shirt and realized it was minghao's. "you make me laugh in ways no one else had ever done before. when i see you, i become happy. i wish time slowed down when we are together because you make each minute special."

at this point, you were sobbing and for a whole other reason. "you make me a better person, and that is a major accomplishment. yn, you changed my life." minghao cupped your cheeks and made eye contact with you. "just because you can't sing or dance, doesn't mean you're nothing. it means there's something you're better at. and you know that."

you didn't notice it but you were smiling. you felt completed, you felt comforted. and for the first time that day, you felt okay. no words were exchanged further, but it was clear.

minghao loved you no matter your flaws, and you trusted him so much, that from that day onwards, you loved yourself no matter your flaws.

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[honeybeefae]

NSFW masturbation with Azriel or Rhys please

When He’s Alone (Rhysand x Reader)

BINGO: Masturbation

(What I would give to see this man like this…Idk how Feyre didn’t fold instantly. I hope you guys enjoy it! :)) 

WARNINGS: Smut

It was late at night as you finally shut the book you had been studying for hours. Rhys had given you the task of looking for any clues on where the Cauldron might be and who could have it. You combed through endless books and you swore your eyes were crossed at this point as you gathered your notes to deliver them to Rhys’s desk.

He was sure to be asleep with the hard week he had. The entire group was trying to get information against Hybern but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each new clue you solved. You and Rhys were close and he had confided in you a week ago about how worried he was if you all did not find it soon.

You remember the look he gave, his hand on your arm that lingered longer than it should have as you gazed up at him with sympathy and an emotion that you didn’t want to admit you felt. He had stared at you the same and although the words were on both of your tongues, neither of you wanted to speak.

However, you assured yourself it was for the best. The last thing you needed was to ruin a friendship or put even more on your plate. You convinced yourself that Rhysand didn’t even feel the same way, that he looked that way at every female he spoke with, and it made sense in your mind until your footsteps stalled at the entrance to his study. 

The lamp on his desk was still lit as you peeked through the crack in the door, taking note of how messy he had allowed it to become. You went to knock to alert him to your presence until you heard him lean back and whisper your name.

“Y/N….”

Every inch of your skin was immediately covered in goosebumps at just how good your name sounded when he said it like that, your knees weak as you gripped the papers in your hand tighter. You could barely see him but what you did see was mouthwatering.

His legs were spread wide and you could make out the head of his cock as his hand fisted it tightly, his shirt slightly unbuttoned as he bucked his hips. You pressed your thighs together while putting a hand over your mouth to keep quiet, feeling a sense of shame and thrill mingle in your stomach.

“Gods, I fucking need you,” Rhys growled into the empty room, his head thrown back in pleasure. “Need to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around me, how it tastes.”

If you didn’t know any better you would think he was speaking directly to you but you were certain he didn’t hear you approach. You were doing your best to keep your hands still so that they didn’t wander into your pants, your body leaning forward to hear more of his groans and moans.

He sped up as he jerked himself off, his mouth hanging open as he chased a fast release. You hated it but wanted it at the same time, every fiber of your being on edge to watch him cum on his hand. 

“Take me so deep in your mouth, swallow every last drop.” He growled the last part, jaw tensing. “Fuck, you’d look so beautiful with my cum painting your face.”

You could see it vividly in your mind and you almost strode right into the room to make it a reality, your cunt clenching in need. It was a feeling you had never felt before and you wanted more. 

Rhys’s moans grew louder until he let out a low, feral growl as he spilled all over his lower stomach and hand. You could make out the thick ropes of cum as it splattered over his shirt, your tongue poking out with the urge to lick him clean. His chest was rising and falling quickly as he came down from his high, running a hand through his dark hair as he tucked himself back into his pants.

Reality hit you like a cold splash of water as you saw him stand up and head towards the door, panic making you take off down the hallway and into your bedroom. You slammed the door shut without thinking about it, resting against it as you caught your breath and closed your eyes.

Between your own heavy breathing and beating heart you missed the sound of his footsteps approaching your door, the notes in your hand now being tossed onto the desk as you wriggled out of your pants and underwear.

As you sat on the bed and started to replay everything that happened Rhysand stood on the other side of your door, a small smirk on his lips as he smelled your arousal through the old oak that separated the two of you. 

#acotar #acotar smut #acotar reader #acotar reader smut #rhys x reader #rhys x reader acotar #rhys x reader smut #rhys x reader acotar smut #rhysand x reader #rhysand x reader acotar #rhysand x reader acotar smut #rhys #rhysand #rhysand acotar #rhysand x reader smut #rhys acotar #acotar bingo #rhys acotar smut #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #acotar imagine #acotar imagine smut

[wifey-ohara]

Blood Like Fire. Burns The Same Way

Miguel O'hara&teen!Spidey!Reader (gn)

A/n (oh dear god there's many)

Angst/no happy ending, hurt/abso-fucking-lutly no comfort, theres a major absence of them in this fandom

Literally miguel's life falling on the seems and reader steps on it

Grief, lots of that, hospitals/car accident mentioned, dead character(s)mentioned, abandoned family, replaced family, basically cheating, rubbing slat on wounds, pure evil, well deserved tho, major daddy issues,panic attack,quick mentions of reader physically suffering(i made my spider bite to be very very painful) crying,planty of that,crusing(warn me if i should add more)

Reader acts alot like miguel and picked alot from him even without meeting him, manners, intelligence ect.. they also wear reading glasses,but they don't necessary need them seeing as they're a spider

The reader is evil,cold, unfeeling to miguel,they only make it worst , getting their revenge and getting it fast

Shoud be gender natural if i didn't slip (do tell me if i did so i can fix it)

i did proof read this but i haven't slept in more them 24 hours so correct me where i go worng

You're half way through your new book when lyla appeared above the book, catching your attention

"lyla?" you asked the AI, she looked frantic, worried, which made you, in return, worried

She never gets like this, unless it was something serious, mostly about the multi-verse

"y/n! The canon happened! Miguel he's-"

Oh

The "canon" happened

You stooped listening to her and worring about it, expression going blank, eyes falling to book to resume your reading, it was more interesting then his "canon"

Lyla fell silent above up, her figure flinshing back slightly "y-y/n?" she hesitated, something you know she did on purpose

Your eyes snapped up to her, your reading glasses' frame divided your eye sight in half, lifting an eyebrow, you waited for her to continue

"miguel is coming back... " she said, hopeful, yet knowing the reality of the situation

Miguel o'hara , your biological father, left you and your mother on your fifth birthday to go live with another family, raising another daughter claiming that it's the best for the universe.

You lived with your mother for the rest of her days, 11 years to be more exact

She would always praise your father to you, saying how much of a great man he is, and how he's out there leaving his two most beloveds to save this universe

You smiled at her and pretended to believe her, because you know that deep down, she didn't mean a word of it

And you didn't need to reach deep down to know, in fact, all you needed were mere touches on your cyan screen, activate a camera, to see him smiling at a mother that wasn't yours, a family that wasn't his and most of all, a daughter that wasn't you

He left when you were 5,your mother left when you were 16

you were bitten at that age too, sitting on your mother's grave, angry at your mother for leaving, angry at your dad because he doesn't know that she left and most of all angry at yourself for thinking about him in such a moment, that's when it happened, a little pinch at first, you thought nothing of it, but by the time you reached your room, you were crying, kicking and screaming, hell running through your flesh, lyla hovering around trying to offer words of comfort but to no avail

And that's what you call, your "canon" For becoming a spider, suffering alone..(it was actually losing your mother, but hey! Maybe with both being absent you'll have more powers?!)

You weren't put into an orphanage because you were almost 18 with stable income and good grades, one thing you could thank your father over is his pay check and his intelligence,, which you question from time to time if it was your mother's, and she decided to keep it hidden

After alot and of studying the multi-verse (mostly out of spite to prove that miguel didn't actually need to leave, to which he didn't, it was a canon for that girl to lose her father, by him being in the picture the universe he's in will get destroyed when her canon becomes his and he loses her!)

but then again, that lab that only opens to him was proof, of your intelligence, since it's your lab/work place now,, only opens at your command, full of your tools and projects, would he ask for it back? Not that you would give it to him,, it doesn't belong to him anymore, hell, nothing in this house does

By the time you re-surfaced from your dark thoughts you were already washing dinner's dishes, damn, you didn't even enjoy it, you rolled your eyes, as lyla flew around mumbling stuff under her breath, she sounds like fly, you held in your smile

You dried the last plate when you senced it, your face dropped and lyla paused.

He was here

You acted like nothing is happening, wiping the counters, your back facing the entery of which he'd reach a few seconds after unlocking the door

Lyla disappeared, probably not wanting to deal with the tension coming in the shape of traitor with bloody,torn clothes, messy head of hair, red,puffy eyes, and barely standing on his two damn feet

You heard him pause right before reaching the opening that signals the end of foyer and the beginning of the huge living room, dinning room and kitchen tied to it, the only thing separateing them were bits of walls and counters

You can hear his confusion, and damn it was funny, confused why didn't his "true love waits forever" wife come hurring to his side already? the memory of her wishing every night in that hospital that his mission was over and he'll come to her the next morning as you try to fall asleep in her side in that uncomfortable hospital chair ignited your hate for him like gasoline to a fire

He's dragging his feet carefully now, wondering why hasn't his daughter come with her mother yet, standing behind her, leaning on the door pillar, looking up at him like he was a gift sent from the sky, a dream came true, a legend proven real, a hero coming from war

You almost laughed at the idea, if it wasn't for his breath hitching at the sight of you

You were wiping down the stove now, pretending to be blissfully unaware of him, despite all your spider sences screaming at you to turn around, either fight back or swing away, even they knew he was a stranger

The stove and counter were half way through their third wipe down when he finally spoke

".. Hey" a broken, shell of a word

You turned around to face him, acting like you knew he was there, or that he'd been there for ages already, and both were correct, but he wouldn't know that

"hey" you repeated, voice louder but not attacking, monotoned to match you deadpan stare at his redish eyes

He took a sharp breath, the lack of reaction having caught him off guard, ego reversing itself back into a tiny black dot

You looked him up and down, features like an ironed shut book to him, good.

"um.. Do you know who i am? " he asked, confused, does he think you were not his?

You almost huffed out a laugh before swallowing it down by "Miguel O'hara?" it was worded like a question, toned like a state of the obvious, he almost folded in on himself, seemingly smaller, somehow..

"yes but what else? "

You snapped

He dares ask what else, as if he ever played any else it your life

Traitor, lier, cheater-

"-my sperm donor" you said, an extended hand, to give him a slap on the face

His eyes widen with horor

"where- where is your mother! " he was the one to snap, sharp yet weak, and you could almost see him yelling, blaming your mother "i leave to save this whole universe and what do you do??? Tell them I'm their sperm donor?!? You felt nothing towards me or my honor to tell them anything else!... You never really loved me huh?"

So you kept staring

" where is your mother? " words more confident this time, more angry

You swallow the knot in your stomach that brings tears to your eyes

It was now or never, break him or make him, and you're not a maker

"she was my canon event" you said, and you hoped that the hallowness of your voice did a good job in hiding the sadness that came with it

It takes him a moment,, then two, until he looks genuinely terrified, red-eyes becoming glossy, quickened breath turns into pants and little dry sobs, legs finally buckling down, arm reach to the nearest surface to insure a safe(r) landing, other hand reaching for his throat, tearing what's left of that blue and red suit of his, it was almost comical how it happned

Little pants turned into heaving "h-how-why-y.. What-" the rest you couldn't make out even of you tried

"car accident, last year, stayed three weeks in the hospital after they told us that even if she survives she'll suffer, do they pulled out the plug, by her call " you let the high walls get even higher because no way you are crying in front of this unfeeling man, no matter how much emotions are currently being on full blast in front of you right now

More heaving in hopes of enough oxygen to enter his lungs and calm his storm of thoughts

"the last weekshe stayed alive waiting for you, she was almost certain that you'll come see a last time" you didn't usually like rubbing slat in open wounds, but his look like a delicious meal for you

And there it was- that heart-crushing sob,that sounds like chocking and feels like it too, that always come with more tears then you know what to do with, as he leaned on the wall hands on his face,plams pressing into his eye sockets,,tears somehow still a stream down his face,despite the un-humanly possible pressure he's using..

For the first time since he entered, you took a step, out of the kitchen, then another, until you were in front of him...

He stilled a bit by your closer presence, and you resisted urge to laugh at him, he really thinks you're gonna be here for him? after everything? What a fool

You inhaled, his scent ten times in your lungs, well more of a mixture of salt, ash, dust, blood, sweat and if you focus enough a, colone

"your room is the same as always, bedding is the closet,clothing is as well , there is some leftovers in the fridge, do. Not. try and open any other room, they're not yours anymore" and with that you sealed you lips again

If he stilled before, now he froze, all tense

You stood back up, turned around and started walking to your lab

"lyla" you requested, the lighting figure appear within rhe second, face scrunched up and worried "yes y/n?"

"do help him if he asks, I'm done here" you almost added if asks nicely lyla turned to see that horrific sight, with a gasp, she turned towards you, but was cut off by his , repeated, quick, wet, inhales that only come with a scream as hurtful as death itself, been there, done that,

Before he reaches a range to let out a scream, you closed the lab's door and the sound proof walls done their job, having some homework to do and projects to work on.

Blocking a horrible, terrible, scream and grief and regret, tainted not by one, but four sets of blood, one still so warm and running down his skin as you breath when you closed the distance between you two, to throw ice at his boiling oil...

This took me almost 4 hours,short for my liking tbh

I think imma add a few more parts to this, to fully fefill the title's meaning, not sure tho, what yall think?

#miguel o’hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x platonic reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #platonic #platonic reader #gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara angst

[augustvandyne]

OMG YOU WRITE OF GINNY AND GEORGIA! PLS IM BEGGING WRITE A MAX BAKER X FEM READER!

Sorry for the aggression… No one writes for her🥲

Maybe like R is Ginnys sister (different mom) but she never knew her mom bc she dropped her off at Zions w a note and a DNA test or something. Maybe she does online school bc she’s always travelling w Zion then she moves with him and goes over to see Ginny, Georgia and Austin bc Georgia was always basically her mom.

She then had her first day at school and meets Max and they both have gay panic and stutter bc yk gay.

Then later Ginny takes her to sit w her friends and Max is talking about this girl she ran into and swears she’s in love and R is just sitting next to Ginny on the end of the table waiting for her to notice she’s there. And she only notices when Ginny asks what the girl’s name was and Max is like, “CRAP! I WAS JUST RAMBLING AND NEVER ASKED HER NAME! SHE KNEW MINE BUT I WOULDN’T SHUT UP TO LEG HER SPEAK! Oh god🥲” and bangs her head on the lunch table and R is like, “My names y/n Miller btw” and Max just slowly lifts her head, and everyone is like ‘how did she not notice the person sitting right mf there! although very max’ then she’s like “I do enjoy the rambling though, it’s cute” then everyone is like ‘oh SHES the girl’ and start laughing at Max. R after saying this gets up and sees her friends from one of her classes and goes to max giving max her phone open on contacts so max can put in her number but she’s just broken. Abby snatches the phone and is like ‘sorry i think you broke her’ and outs in the number. R smirks and kisses Max’s cheek before going off with her other friends.

When she’s out of ear shot Max starts yelling at Ginny, “YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE RELATED TO A HOT, SAPPHIC MILK CHOCOLATE GODDESS😭 WTF GINNY! I LET UOU DATE MY BROTHER AND YOU DONT EVEN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR HOT SISTER!”

omg i actually love this. the aggression is very much needed! no one writes for our girl maxine.. she needs the love.

sorry this took me so long.. haha. don’t be afraid to request more. i promise not to take as long this time.

Gay Panic

When you found out you would be moving to Wellsbury for a while, you were through the roof excited.

You hadn’t seen Ginny, Georgia or Austin in a while, and you were beginning to miss your family! A few days after you’d arrived, your dad enrolled you in Wellsbury High School.

Ginny immediately introduced you to her friends. She introduced you to Abby, Norah, and a group of boys that you could care less about.

Your first class happened to be a drama class, where you met Maxine Baker. She drew you in with her vibrant colors and extroverted personality.

The teacher wanted to do an exercise to start out the class, in which the class paired up and acted out a scene of a play of their choice. Max loved the class, but she had no friends in it.

A new face had her intrigued and so she partnered with you.

You suggested Romeo and Juliet—because you can’t go wrong with it. Max stuttered and reluctantly agreed. She tried to get out that you should do the balcony scene, but it came out as a blubbering mess.

The first time you open your mouth, a similar things happen. Red tints your brown cheeks, as you make a fool of yourself.

Normally you can keep your cool around cute girls, but this girl is different. She’s confident and knows what she wants.

The two of you laugh off the stuttering and blushing Max grabs a book off the shelf so the two of you can act out the scene. You lean in close to her and can smell whatever perfume she decided to spray.

The close proximity has both of you blushing again.

Both of you mess up and stutter so much neither of you even finish the exercise before the teacher pulls everyone in to assign the work for the day.

The rest of your first morning is just as exciting. It’s followed by two other classes—art and study hall, where you meet some other girls. After study hall you follow Ginny to the cafeteria where you sit at a table filled with the same faces you saw this morning.

And Maxine.

You are surprised to see her at the table. But it makes sense. All the girls are more quiet than Max, which makes you believe she’s the leader.

Especially because she’s leading the conversation right now.

“So we are like acting the scene out, right, because I swear that our drama teacher hates me,” Max talks fast. “But anyway, we’re acting it out and I swear- I’m in love.”

“What happened to, uh, what’s her name?” Abby chews on a fry as she tries to come up with the name of the girl Max was all about the week before.

“Oh, I’m over her.”

“Already?” Norah barks out a laugh. “That was fast.”

Max glares at her.

“So this girl,” Brodie shrugs. “She hot or what?”

“Uh, gorgeous!” Max shakes her hands all around like she’s have a seizure. “She’s mixed, and kind of looks like Ginny. But she is the prettiest girl I’ve ever met. Like ever.”

“What was her name again?” Ginny rests her elbows on the table.

“Crap,” Max’s face falls. “I was rambling and stuttering and blushing so hard I forgot to ask her what her name was. I told her mine but I didn’t ask. Oh my God. I want to die now. I’m never going to speak to her again.”

As the girl bangs her head on the table, you reach your hand over Ginny and say, “I’m Y/N Miller, by the way.”

Abby’s mouth drops open and she laughs, “Max.. how did you not see her.”

Max is frozen in place. She isn’t blinking, talking, or breathing for that matter. She looks like she might cry.

“Um, are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, she does this all the time,” Ginny waves it off.

“What? Falls in love with girls she just meets?” You laugh awkwardly.

“Has gay panics,” Norah clarified.

“Ah,” You retreat your hand.

Jordan and Abby laugh at Max, whom is still frozen in place.

“Do you think if we nudge her she’ll tip over?” Abby jokes.

“Max, breathe,” Ginny places her hand on Max’s shoulder.

“Thank you for complimenting my looks,” You flash a bright smile. “And I enjoyed the rambling, it’s very cute.”

You see a few girls from your art class and get up to go say hi, stopping near Max, who then takes a deep breath and begins blinking again.

“Here,” you place your phone in her hand and she just blinks up at you. “Put your number in. Your cute. We should meet up some time.”

Abby leans across the table and puts the number in the contacts app, “I think you broke her.”

You smirk and grab your phone out of the redheads hand. You drop the phone into the back pocket of your jeans. Leaning down, you plop a kiss on Max’s cheek.

Max’s eyes widen and she waits for your to be out of earshot before grilling Ginny.

“Virginia Miller! How could you not tell me you were sisters with a hot, sapphic, greek god?!” Max starts freaking out. “What the F?! I let you date my brother and you gate-keep your beautifully gorgeous sister??”

Ginny just chuckles. “She has that effect on people.”

“You better text her,” Norah threatens. “Or I will.”

And Jordan doesn’t even protest.

#ginny and georgia #abby littman #maxine baker x reader #max baker x reader #ginny miller x reader #lesbian

[satuguro]

Omg after reading part v and Xavier’s promise offer to patch y/n up quietly whenever she needs —and all its deeper meaning—I’d love your head cannons on Xavier having a bad mental health day (per Xavier’s mention in the show that he struggles with his mental health and his dad wants him to keep it secret) and !valkyrie reader making a similar offer. 💜

✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH HEAD CANNONS

[ INTERLUDE II: FOR HIS BAD DAYS ]

xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader

#CONTAINS— fluff, angst

#AUTHORSNOTE— i'm writing pt. 6 of tongues and teeth rn, but this request is so dear to my heart cause i struggle with mental health almost every day. thank you sm for requesting this xx

— both you and xavier have had a history of neglect and trauma regarding your parents, so that means that bad mental health days happen.

— you don’t get to help him on his bad mental health days prior to the relationship, and vice versa. it takes a lot of trust for you both to fully let people see those sides of you.

— that doesn’t mean that you or xavier don’t see when the other is struggling with their emotions. like that one scene i wrote where xavier says, ���take your time,” is an example of the subtle ways he’d help.

— but that shared hardship with emotions also means that both of you can read each other like a book; you both notice the slight changes in mood or when each other’s social battery decreases. it’s something that takes a lot of work from the both of you, but you make it work.

you moved your head to the other side of the pillow, groggy eyes adjusting to the soft light that was emitted from the side table.

xavier’s lips were in a permanent frown as he drew on his sketchbook, his knees pulled up to allow him to prop his art on it. his pencil moved on the paper, the soft scratches dragging you further away from your exhaustion.

“you’re awake,” you said, seeking his close presence as you moved to lay close to him. the sleepiness in your eyes melted when you saw the turmoil in his green eyes. the lack of response only furthered your worry for him. “xavier,” you said softly, sitting up and holding his arm gently, pausing his drawing.

xavier said nothing as he put his pencil down reluctantly. he looked at you, his eyes softening ever so slightly at your pleading eyes. he knew he should talk to you when he had moments like this. moments where he felt as though nothing was going right, as though what he was doing could never be good enough for anyone.

but then he felt you squeeze his arm three times for those three words you’ve said to him over and over, and he found himself spilling his thoughts out to you. and you were so happy to soak everything up.

— you're really cautious about giving him advice during his bad mental health days. you know more than anyone that having someone to listen and comfort you can help just as much as solutions.

— but that doesn’t mean that you both won’t give each other advice when the other asks.

— it took a while for the two of you to work out how to help each other out during bad mental health days. both of your were so used to dealing it on your own that it was hard to actually address it with the other person.

— but it was you that made an indirect promise to him when he finally spoke to you.

the sound of his father's party was merely a muffle as you brought xavier to the balcony. you could feel the quickening of his pulse under your fingertips and how his skin was clammy; he was hyperventilating, the words of his father circulating in his head like a mantra.

how could someone be so degrading about their own son purely for the laughter of others? to speak so lowly of someone they were supposed to care for and raise?

"hey." you looked at him, your hand being the only form of physical contact with him as your worried face studied his.

xavier wasn't having a panic attack, you knew that. but you knew that he couldn't be in that environment for any longer than he was, for as you looked at his misty eyes and frowning brows, his quivering lip and how he sucked it between his teeth to try and keep it in, you wanted to cry with him.

"breathe with me, okay?" you placed his hand on your chest as you breathed rhythmically, allowing the fresh air to fill your lungs and exit slowly. xavier could only follow you, his eyes still threatening to spill over with tears as every exhale he let out shook with his emotions.

if he wasn't xavier's father, you would have burned him to the ground. xavier could see the anger you hid behind your worry, how he knew you would have easily demanded an apology from his father if you didn't know any better.

"do you want to talk about it?" you asked softly as his breathing slowed, your hands cupping his face. your thumbs brushed away the tears that spilled over his cheeks so gently, as though you were afraid that you would break him.

xavier could only shake his head. the possibility of being interrupted by his father was far too high for his liking; if he ever saw xavier like this, he would be forced to return to the party almost immediately. he'd have to get himself together. "'m sorry you have the burden of seeing me like this." he almost winced at how much of his father's words he heard in his sentence.

you pressed a kiss to his forehead as he sniffled, your head moving down to press your foreheads together. you took his hands into yours and thumb ran along his knuckles. "it's never a burden— not if it's you. never, if it's you."

— sometimes xavier does have to stop you from starting a fight with his father. it's a given, considering you're so fiercely protective of him and so accustomed to violence. but xavier kind of likes it because he's always been the one that was overprotective of others, not the other way around.

— xavier also has a really bad sleeping schedule; it gets worse during bad mental health days. you like staying up with him; not to talk to him all the time, but because you don't want him to feel like he's alone in his father's house again, dealing with his emotions without the presence of another.

— but you know how to get him back to bed when it's way too late in the night for him to be awake.

you heard him tap his paintbrush against his jar of turpentine three times quick. the rain rolled outside his dorm room, the droplets hitting the window violently. but while the night was violent and harsh, your lover's brush strokes were soft as he worked on his painting.

he had been quiet for most of the day. there was no particular reason for it— he didn't need a reason for it. sometimes that was just how he felt, and you understood that. he didn't feel like there was anything to talk about, only murmuring that he was simply feeling down and that talking felt too exhausting.

but as the clock flashed 3:32, you knew it was time to drag him to bed.

you wrapped the blanket around yourself as you stood up. your feet made small sounds on the floor as you approached him with the blanket dragging on the floor behind you. gently, you laid your forehead on his back, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. his chest vibrated as he hummed in acknowledgement.

xavier turned to look behind him, the shadow of sadness on his face lightening up at the feeling of your touch. "hi," he managed to say, his voice quiet as he gave you a small smile that took up a majority of his energy. he was exhausted— mentally and physically —from everything, but couldn't bring himself to be under the covers just yet. he felt guilty for being so down all day without reason; he felt bad that you had to deal with him.

"it's 3:32."

"i can see that," xavier responded, turning back to his work. the shuffling of the blanket was followed by your blanketed arms wrapping around his middle. his gaze softened, his arm falling down to put his paintbrush away.

“come to bed with me, xavier.” the request come out softly, your words nothing short of hopeful and worried. you were reaching out to him, calling for him and expecting him to answer. for him to take your hand or answer your call with his own.

in the end, he always returned to you. he always gave in, not because he was tired or because he was annoyed, but because it was you. he always gave in if it was for you.

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe imagines #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe headcannons #xavier smut #xavier thorpe wednesday #xavier wednesday #wednesday imagine #wednesday imagines #wednesday headcannons #asks—! #xavier imagine #xavier imagines #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thorpe fanfiction #tongues&teeth—!

[devil-doms]

Solomon 🔞 Stay Focused

MINORS, AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI. NO AGE INDICATOR = BLOCK

Tw/Cw: Solomon is seen as a teacher (he isn’t, just acting as your tutor.)

His fingers flip the pages of the book, occasionally bringing them to his mouth to lick the tips. Your mind can’t help but wonder, imagining his fingers in your mouth, whispering in your ear.

“Did you get that?” he asks and you snap out of your little fantasy.

So embarrassing, “Uh…no sorry…” you say, feeling your face heat up.

“No worries!” He smiles and moves his chair right next to you, “This might work better”

His shoulder is brushing up against yours, if he turns his head you two would be almost face to face. Does he know what he’s doing?

“Okay, so I want you to point to which spell we’re working on.”

You panic slightly, pointing to a random line of text. Wow, you really wish you had been paying attention, “This…one…?”

You hear a slight chuckle from Solomon, “You’ve been zoned out for a while huh?” He puts his hand on top of yours and guides it to a different line of text, “Here’s where we’re at.”

He turns his head and you meet his gaze, his hands still on yours, “So…what were you zoning out about anyways…?”

“Nothing in particular…” You can’t hold the eye anymore, before you can turn away he places his hand underneath your chin.

He leans in further. The side of his nose brushing against yours, “Is that so? Then you should be able to focus on our studies, yes?”

You only nod in response, this is only going to cause you to fantasize even more. He knows what he’s doing.

He turns back to the book, but now everything is worse. You refrain from squirming in your seat, the thought of his slender fingers in you was driving you mad.

You jump slightly at his hand touching your thigh, he leans in close to you again, “Still can’t focus?” His hand now slowly moves to your inner thigh, “Do you want me to help?”

“Yes...please…” You say, both of his hands grab your waist and pull you onto his lap. Your lips crashing against each other’s. He slightly moves his leg so it can grind against your sex.

Luckily the classroom is empty, he could bend you over and fuck you right over the desk if he wanted to. Or he could bounce you on his cock right in this chair. Pin you up against the chalkboard? Hide in the janitors closet? So many options…

You keep thigh riding him, getting more and more desperate for him by the minute, “Please…” you moan out in the crook of his neck.

“You promise to pay attention next time?.” You nod and he smiles, “Good.” He stops moving his leg and undoes the button of your pants. You get the idea and get off of him, standing up to remove your pants.

When the bottom half of you is fully exposed he smiles at you before bending you over his desk. He grips your hips and presses himself inside of you, you grab the corners of the desk and exhale sharply.

He moves his hips to thrust himself in and out of you, “You’re so tight…” Your face heats up, him saying that makes you feel even more aroused.

Doesn’t this feel wrong? Fucking your tutor in your classroom? Yes, but it feels so right.

You can’t help but want to moan out his name. “Ahh…Solomon…mmm” Echos throughout the empty classroom.

Solomon slows down to bend down to your ear, “Shhhh…do you want to get caught…?” You blankly stare at him, yes- no, maybe. Probably not, but the thought of being caught…

“I can’t help it, you just feel so good…”

He returns to his position and raises his finger to his lips. With each, deep thrust you feel like you’re gonna cum. You clench around him, your legs start shaking, then he pulls out.

You quickly turn around to look at him, “Wh…?”

“I want to look at you, turn over.”

You do what he says, your legs and sex quivering from pleasure. You’re laying on your back, making eye contact with Solomon. He places your legs on each shoulder, then presses himself back into you.

You roll your head back, refraining from moaning so loudly. You look back up at Solomon, watching him breathe heavily. He looks so sexy, definitely when holding eye contact.

“I’m gonna cum…” You say.

“Go ahead…I am too…” He replies, speeding up his movements.

The speed sent the pleasure right out of you. Solomon comes in you. Your toes curl, legs tremble, you throw your head back and drool drips down the side of your face. He pulls out and leans against the chalkboard, completely out of breath.

You continue laying there on the desk. You don’t dare get up, unsure if you’ll be able to walk. You can feel Solomon dripping out of you and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

After a few minutes you sit up and Solomon hands you your clothes, “Lets call it a day, now I’m not sure if I’ll be able to focus…”

Bonus:

“How did he know I wanted him that bad…?” You think to yourself.

“This.”

You turn to look at him, he was pointing to a ring on his finger, “It’s a ring that allows your to read the minds of those around you.” He smiles at you.

You go to reach for it but he moves his hand away from you, “Sorry, I can’t afford to lose this now.”

He is far too powerful.

#obey me #hopefully this will keep you guys busy #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #solomon smut #solomon x mc #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #💙

[justheblueberry]

the process of binding a study in scarlette:

SO. i had a Vision for this fic, right from the start. so many new things i wanted to do and almost no idea how to do it. but let's start from the beginning, shall we?

i usually don't do anywhere NEAR this amount of brainstorming and designing but the fic has so many motifs and details that i knew i wanted to fit in, so i had to draw it all out and piece everything together.

here are a few of my behind-the-scenes brainstorming notes:

this was the very first brainstorm i did, it was basically me flinging a bunch of cool book stuff i saw other people doing at the wall and seeing what stuck in my brain.

this was an idea for a cover which incorporated symbols for each of the chapters inside the branches, but i just wasn't fond of the execution of the draft. so i scrapped it, eventually settling on the silhouette cover for the final.

i had big dreams! and not much experience to back it up with ! so after finishing the typeset, i put it aside for a bit and did a couple other binds first.

this was my second brainstorm, i started to figure out the direction i wanted the illustrations to go in, no longer aimlessly tossing vibes around!

i did a lot of waffling about different versions of the back cover design. here's a couple that i scrapped!

over the summer, i decided to finally stop procrastinating and printed out the typeset (after making a few revisions to it). it's a Chonk. i pressed it some, which helped, but it definitely still had a lot of swell.

sewing with red thread.

endpapers cut, glued, and a glow in the dark paint test.

built a press...up til this point i'd just been stacking a bunch of thick books on top of my binds, but for this one i needed a lying press to sand my edges, so i finally caved. who needs tools? my edge painted book needs tools :(

sanding edges with power sander

so. this was my first time doing anything with edges, so i did a little test on a book i already had; it was a bit of a process trying to work out how much i should dilute it, and it took a bit of trial and error. doing the bottom edge first was the right call ^^;; it's the flakiest out of all the edges on the final bind. i'm really happy with the fore edge though, i got a really even and nice coat on it.

rounding, gluing and (an attempt at) backing

so. it was the day before i was moving. i had run out of time to procrastinate any more. the rounding was quite rushed and i barely backed it at all. there was also the fact that i don't have backing boards and was winging it with absolute unfounded confidence. it still turned out okay though so i got away with it!

dug out a 5 yen coin from who knows where for the bookmark. didn't have pliers with me yet so i had to close the crimp with a metal water bottle and arm strength. who needs tools right

endbands. i love sewing endbands, but man, for chonk fics it gets Long. i think they each took like 2-4 hours to do. i briefly considered learning double core endbands for this bind but decided against it as i barely just got a handle on regular ones. discovery: my ambitions have limits!

this was my finalized cover design. i had planned to do it all with htv, but last minute decided to do the silhouette as a linocut instead. i'd never done one before but i had the materials and the fearlessness that only a beginner (who does not know the limits of fear) can have; i think it turned out good :>

the final stretch!!!! it was at this point, when i realized that the size i'd carved the linocut at would be too wide for the half binding case i had planned. improvisation time. i decided to switch from a regular case binding to a three piece bradel. i have only done case bindings and stab bindings at this point...and with only mild panic and stubborn hubris to fuel me, i went for it. i had already attached an oxford hollow and cut my boards, but it probably wouldn't make too much of a difference! fuck around and find out!

cutting the cloth and adhering the htv. the summary on the back was HELL to weed, and some of the letters ended up crooked. i should've just printed it letterpress, but i was running out of patience.

i followed DAS bookbinding's tutorial on youtube of his in-boards three piece bradel and the part where i had to tuck in the spine cloth in between the hollow was definitely the trickiest, but it went okay in the end!

after attaching the boards and gluing down the endpapers i was finally done!!!! after months and months of the unfinished textblock guilting me from the corner of my room, it's finally finished! fancy pics coming soon!

i learned SO MUCH from this bind, sanding edges, painting edges, linocuts, multiple colors of htv, oxford hollows, and a whole new style of binding....yeah. it was a ride! thanks for reading to the end!

#process #wip #in progress #a study in scarlette #for the amount of new stuff i was bullshitting through i cannot believe i did not make any huge fuck ups #one of the gold corners isn't mirrored #and the edge painting isnt perfect #and the spine got a couple small wrinkles #but honestly those are all pretty minor

[mialuna32]

Late Nights

Word count- 2184 words

There is no mention of the characters name, I used she/her pronouns so I’m really sorry if it sucks or doesn’t make sense :)

Theme - A bit of angst, mentions of death and doubts of self worth, comfort and fluff and a panic attack is mentioned (If you are unable to read that section of the story don’t be worrying, I will put down a warning that will look like this: ⚠️Panic Attack Warning ⚠️When it starts and ⚠️Panic Attack Over⚠️ when it ends)

Summary - When the reader has a panic attack, she retreats to the undercroft when Ominis finds her.

She was lying on the sofa in the Ravenclaw common room, her overworked and tired eyes barely being able to read over the pages of the book that she was studying.

She didn’t know what time it was but she knew it was late.

Samantha was extremely concerned for her friend and it worried her as she noticed that her friend hasn’t even been in their shared dorm room in over a week.

She seemed so absent it was as if her mind was completely switched off.

Since Professor Figs death she has been numb to everything and everyone around her.

She has barely even spoken since she saw the most important person in her life die in front of her, but she was still pretending as if everything was fine, knowing that she didn’t want to trouble any of her friends, she would never be thinking of herself. Even when she should be.

But everyone knew she was struggling to keep herself afloat from the things she has experienced. They could see the torment etched across her face. They could see the pain in her eyes that she clearly so desperately wanted to let out but was so afraid to make a sound.

Samantha had somehow managed to convince her friend to change into fresh nightwear for the evening and not the same school uniform she has been wearing continuously.

Samantha had found her in a little corner of the Ravenclaw common room curled up in a chair as she studied over a book about ancient magic. It was all she was looking at recently. She was always seen with her nose stuck in that same book every day, day after day.

Samantha finally managed to tear her away from her book and dragged her upstairs to their dorm room to change.

Samantha had chosen a light pink silk nightgown from the other girl’s trunk with soft white house shoes that sat near her bunk.

Samantha wanted to make sure that her dearest friend was comfortable. But she didn’t care, the girl gave her friend a small look of gratitude before she made her way back downstairs to the common room to continue studying over her book.

Her eyes fluttered closed and her hand lost grip of the book and it suddenly fell to the floor with a loud thud.

The noise had shook her awake and she sat up abruptly with a gasp of surprise, she rubbed her eyes, trying her hardest not to fall asleep.

Because if she fell asleep she would see everything that had happened all over again

She would see Professor Fig dying in her arms.

She would see him begin to lose the light in his eyes.

She would see him reaching for her hand.

She would see him forming his last words and hearing.

“The wizarding world could not be in more capable hands…”

⚠️Panic Attack Warning ⚠️

And then nothing…

Just darkness

Pain

Grief

That’s all she would feel

That’s all she could feel.

That’s all she could feel constantly every single day since the man she considered her father had died.

And suddenly it felt like her throat was closing up and she couldn’t breathe. She struggled to get air into her lungs, as her eyes began to fill with tears and clouding her vision.

She began to hyperventilate and her breathing deteriorated rapidly.

She slid off the sofa, as tears ran down her face but she still made no sound. She barely managed to pull herself up onto her feet as she staggered out of the common room.

She didn’t know where she was going, she couldn’t even comprehend that she was walking through the lonely Hogwarts corridors, her only company being the portraits on the walls as they looked on at the young student in concern.

She ended up walking to the undercroft. She walked unsteadily inside the secret space, the room illuminated by the flames. She backed into the stone wall of the undercroft sliding her body down to the floor as she continued sobbing silently still not making any noise.

And then the girl couldn’t help but wish that she didn’t come to Hogwarts in the first place.

What was the point??

Lodgok was only killed by Ranrok because she convinced him to help her.

Anne was cursed with no way to heal the girl, because her power wasn’t strong enough.

Solomon was dead because she couldn’t tell Sebastian no.

Sebastian fell deeper into dark magic because she wanted to believe that he would stop.

And now she has caused Ominis so much pain and sorrow, it was her fault his best friends no longer have any family left but eachother, it was her fault that Anne had to bury her uncle alone because Sebastian was too overcome with dark magic to care or grieve over their uncles death, it was her fault Sebastian’s sister was no longer speaking with him.

Everything was her fault.

She was no ‘Hero of Hogwarts’

She was a coward and a fraud.

Hogwarts would have been better without her.

Lodgok would have been better without her.

Sebastian would have been better without her.

Anne would have been better without her.

Ominis would have been better without her.

Professor Fig would have been better without her.

Everyone would have been better without her.

She doesn’t know how long she has been sitting on the cold floor of undercroft. Her tears had stopped long ago, now she was only letting out shaky and shallow breaths. She had her knees curled up to her chest with her arms wrapped around her legs and her head facing down at the floor using her arms as support.

She tires focusing on getting her breathing under control, taking deep breaths and exhaling slowly.

She’s so consumed in trying to get her breathing back to normal that she doesn’t even notice the entryway of the undercroft opening.

But then suddenly in the middle of her hyperventilating she still hears an all too familiar voice of a certain Slytherin.

“Hello?”

She looks up and she doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the sight in front of her. Ominis stood at the entrance of the undercroft wearing green, brown and white striped night clothes and a pair of slippers, his normally neat and slicked back hair was now unkempt and dishevelled. He was holding out his wand, the bright red light emitting from the tip of it.

She holds in her whimpers and unsteady breath as she watches Ominis look around him seemingly unaware of the frightened and traumatised Ravenclaw girl.

⚠️Panic Attack Over⚠️

He then turned his head in her direction and it almost seemed as if he was looking straight into her soul.

“I know that you are here, I know that you are hurting, I know that you are scared”

She remained silent and continued staring at the boy.

“But you can talk to me, I’ll listen to whatever you have to say. Just please talk to me, you have no idea what it has been like for me not to hear your voice ”

“I am here for you… I am always going to be here for you.”

He crouched down to her level and carefully reached out his hand, listening for any indication that she would want him to stop.

She said nothing.

She stayed still as a statue

The only movement that could be seen or heard from her was the sound of heavy breathing.

And then he gently put his hand on her cheek and smiled at her. A smile that would make her drop to the floor if she wasn’t already sitting down.

Oh Merlin.

How did this boy always manage to make her flustered even at her worst.

“I am right here Darling. It’s ok. I’m right here” he said assuredly.

As her breathing began to improve and returned to the way it was before she couldn’t help but feel relieved that he was there to help. She did not think that anyone would be able to bring her out of a panic attack.

Yet he did.

Ominis continued to amaze her.

He was the most gentle soul she has ever met.

Even through all the torment and abuse he was put through as a child. Being forced by his family to cast curses upon innocent victims. If he had ever defied them, then his own parents would cast the cruciatus curse on him. The people that were supposed to love and protect him most. But they couldn’t even give him something as little as the love of his own parents.

That thought alone made her want to cry.

“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.”

His calm soothing voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she turned her eyes to look back at him.

His pale silver eyes were staring back at her, they were filled with worry and she had to hold back a sob at the thought of worrying him. She was troubled at the thought that he was distracted about her well-being. It did not make sense, she wasn’t worth distressing over.

“You are worth everything darling, ok?? I only worry about you because I care about you.”

Her eyes widened hearing what Ominis had just said. He said what she was thinking. How could that be possible?? How would he know what she is thinking?? Can he hear people’s thoughts??

“I cannot hear people’s thoughts, you know?? I just know you too well.”

She stared at him, her mouth agape in shock at hearing what he just said.

He smirked at her devilishly and let out a chuckle and she couldn’t help but give him a harmless smack to the arm for teasing her.

He let out a laugh at the Ravenclaw girl’s antics.

And she could not help but laugh along with him. How could she not?? Ominis Gaunt was sitting next to her laughing happily.

They were truly happy for the first time in months.

“I have missed hearing you laugh these past few weeks darling. Your laugh is like a melody and I never get tired of hearing it”

Ominis gently threaded his fingers through her hair and brought her closer to him.

And almost as if he could see her, he smiled softly at the girl with a look that can only be described as adoration.

He then leaned his face down towards her and kissed her on the cheek.

She let out a surprised gasp, but did not recoil from the touch.

It was nice.

It was comforting.

It was calming.

It was perfect.

It was Ominis.

“I am here for you love, whatever you need. I am always going to be here for you. I would do anything for you. If it ever came down to it and I had to make a choice to save myself or you, I would choose you every time because I would rather die a slow painful death than have the love of my life go through what she just went through again. You are the most important person in my life… I love you darling”

And suddenly it is like time stops.

Everything around her and Ominis disappears and all that is left is him and her.

And that is all that matters.

And for the first time in nearly a month, she finally finds the courage to be able to speak. And first words she says are

“I love you too Ominis” she says quietly, that if it were not for his heightened sense of hearing, he would not of heard her speak, her voice is hoarse from not speaking for such a long period of time but he still hears it and she doesn’t think she’s ever seen him as happy as looks now.

He jumps up onto his feet suddenly and then lets out a loud laugh before he pulls her up off the ground as well, lifting her up by the waist and spinning her round. He can hear her cheerful squeals of protest but he doesn’t listen, because he has never been happier than he is in this moment.

When he finally sets her down she lets out a content sigh before she looks up at him with the same look of admiration as Ominis.

“I love you” she says with nothing but fondness and love in her voice.

“I love you too, darling.” He replies with the same tone in his voice.

It was hard to admit, but unfortunately everything was not perfect at the moment.

She still had a lot of things to sort out, she was still grieving over Lodgok and Professor Fig deaths, she was still feeling the guilt of being responsible for Solomon’s death and Sebastian falling into dark magic.

Ominis also had a lot of things to handle, losing his closest friends, one cursed by dark magic and the other becoming consumed by it, as well as his wretched family and horrible parents.

But she knew everything would be okay.

Because she had Ominis.

Because Ominis had her.

He knew that needed her.

And she knew that he needed her too.

The End

Authors Note: Ok!! I hope this fic was enjoyable!! I came up with this idea a couple nights ago and I’ve had really bad writers block recently so I went to write this as soon as I thought of it lol😂😂 I’ve been working on this since Friday and I am now posting this at exactly 3:05 Am on Monday 12th June. It would have been out earlier but I just spent the past hour and a half editing😭😭 so I hope this does well lol😂😂 it was extremely hard to write Ominis as he is such a complex character to write, with his blindness, his backstory, his personality and how he acts and speaks. So I hope it wasn’t too bad. So let me know what you think!! Comments are always appreciated and welcome and I love getting fanfic recommendations for different Hogwarts legacy characters. I’ve been thinking of writing one set after the game, the main character does not have a love interest and she is obviously grieving over fig and Professor sharp steps in to help her and guide her through her grief and offers to take her in and they have a sorta father-daughter/Uncle-niece relationship but not in a weird way. So let me know what you think about that!!

So until next time my lovelies!!

Toodles :)

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[sweet-villain]

Here For You~B.H

Anonymous asked:

Hey I loveeee your work xx

I was wondering if you could do a Billy Hargrove fic the reader is Hoppers daughter and Billy’s girlfriend hopper doesn’t know they are dating yet. He comes to her window one night after having a really bad fight with his dad and he took max with him because he was scared to what he would do to her. He’s really upset and scared and just needs her company. Max js having a panic attack in the car and Billy just doesn’t know what to do so she has to sneak out and help max calm down then they all go for a drive.

Then she lets them stay over but she has to tell her dad why they are over and why Billy has to stay like she tells him all about his dad and everything x

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Billy leaned against his blue Camaro as his eyes fell on you as you slipped out of Steve Harrington's BMW. He scoffed throwing his cigarette to the ground as he walked over, catching up with you.

" What's the rush, pretty?" you heard his voice as he tugged on the straps of your backpack. Billy stopped noticing you pause in your step as you turned to look at him. " What do you want, Hargrove?"

Billy didn't get an answer out as Steve bumped into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder leading you away from Billy.

" Stay away from her" Steve shouted, Billy fist balled to his side. Who does Harrington think he is? He caught your eye as you turned to look at him over your shoulder, shrugging as you followed Steve into school.

Billy was going to get you one way or another.

-

You walked into the cabin dropping your book bag by the door and taking off your shoes as El turned to you from the TV she has been watching.

" School okay?" she asked.

" Yeah it was good" you shrugged as you opened the small fridge taking out some fruit. " Do you want some?" you asked her as you pointed to the fruit that you laid out on the counter.

" Yes" she nods. The door to the cabin opens and your dad walks in, but stumbles as he catches his footing on your backpack that laid by the door that he didn't see.

" Kid!" he glares at you. He never liked the fact that you left your stuff where he would usually trip over them or they would be in his way.

" I'm sorry dad, I meant to put it in my room" you mumbled as you took a plate out from the cupboard. Your dad has his hands on his hips as he stared at you.

" uh huh, you always leave your things around. One day, I will break my legs and you'll be the one to take me to the hospital"

El rolls her eyes as your dad is being dramatic.

" Never going to happen. You should be used this by now. You always trip over my things one way or another" he sighed knowing your right. " Just put it in your room, kid" he says making his way into the kitchen to get himself a beer.

Your dad was the Chief Of Police, Jim Hopper. You had stayed with your dad instead of going with your mom after Sara passed away. It took a toll on your dad but you were there for him through his struggles and that even though he had his moments, you'd always be his little girl. When El came into the picture, you were beyond over joyed to have her in your life. She became a sister to you and you talked to her about little Sara, telling her not to tell Hopper that she knew. El kept your promised. The two of you had grown closer and closer. You were Hopper's little angels although the two of you had your moments where you caused trouble.

You were more worried when Billy and you had spend more and more time together. You shared a History class with Billy and the teacher suggested you tutor him in it. You were the top student in her class.

" Your house or mine?" Billy asked the first time that you two were planning to study. Billy wasn't the one to study. But when you walked out of the school in tow with Billy by your side, heads turned especially Steve's as he watched you in disbelief.

Billy turned on the car and you jumped when you sat in from the loud music causing him to laugh as he looked over to you.

" You're too tense" his hand rested on your thigh giving it a squeeze as he lowered the music. You looked out the window to catch Steve watching you as Billy reversed the car and drove away.

" You and Harrington a thing?" He asked.

You shook your head, " Good friends." Billy snorted.

" You two seem awful close" you rose your eyebrow with a slight smirk. " Are you jealous, Hargrove?" Billy tensed up at your question as he shook his head, sending you a small glare. You chuckled turning to look out the window.

" Trust me if Harrington was the one I was going after, then I'd already have him" Billy rose his eyebrow.

" You like anyone princess?"

" I like pretty boys like you, Hargrove" a red tint painted his cheeks as he heard your confession, looking away a bit as he bite down his lip. He wasn't used to compliments but felt his heart flutter.

" Maybe I like you too, Y/N Hopper"

-

Every Tuesday and Thursday you would come over to Billy's house and help him with History homework and help him study. You had met his step sister Max that you seen a couple of time with the rest of the kids.

You had made flash cars to help Billy learn quicker, it helped at first but then he closed the textbooks and notebooks and threw them off the bed.

" Billy! We need to study" you gasped when Billy took the flash cars from your hands and threw them over his shoulder in the air having them fly onto the floor.

The two of you would flirt each other and send each other little notes in class. He would leave small letter in your locker room telling you something he liked about you or just a simple note telling you that he couldn't wait to see you. He had to hide the letters from Tommy and Carol. He knew they would use this against him.

" I have a better idea" Billy grabbed onto your legs moving them down, laughing hearing a squeal come from you as he crawled up your body. He hovered above you looking down at you.

Some strands of curls fell into his eyes and you reached up to brush them away. His ocean blue eyes shined as he looked down at you with the softest smile. Something about you made him feel mushy and cause his heart to flutter every time you looked at him.

" Be my girl" he says. You blinked not believe what you were hearing. Did Billy Hargrove just ask you to be his?

" Billy.." you whispered out his name as a hand came up to cup his cheek. Your thumb ran over the apples of his cheeks. He leaned into your touch and turned his head to kiss your palm.

" Yes" you nodded. Billy leaned down capturing your lips with his as he smiled into the kiss. Who knew you out of people could make Billy Hargrove be such a softie?

It didn't take long for Billy to open up to you and tell you about how his mother left him with his father. He told you how his father, Neil would abuse him and he would take it.

" You're my safe place, princess" he says as he sits with on the hood of his car at Lover's Lake. He felt safe in your arms when you would hold him. Your heart flutters at his words. You wish you could take his pain every time. It hurts you to see him like this.

" I'm always going to be here for you, I am not leaving you" Billy held you to those words. He turn his head to look at you and your eyes told him everything he needed to know. You were here to stay.

-

Your head snapped up as you hear knocking on your bedroom window. You look around in the darkness of your room with half slit eyes from being awake from sleep. There was light coming from your window but a pair of blue eyes stared down at you. You rushed out of bed seeing the familiar blue eyes of your boyfriend.

" What's wrong?" you gasped turning on the bedside light by the table seeing bruises on your boyfriends face and the busted lip he has. " Did he do this?" you asked already knowing the answer but you needed confirmation from Billy. His blue eyes were glossy as he shakes standing in a white tank top, his curls were distraught as if he had been running a hand through them and he looks back to his car. Your eyes fall on the red hair girl in the car with her hands over her head.

" I-I... took.. her-r.." he managed to get out through his tears as he closed them. " She..She..I..." he couldn't even form words to where to begin but you slipped out your window in just your pjs not caring hat the leaves beneath your feet with stick where digging into your skin as you walked with Billy to his car. You grasped the handle of the Camaro as you opened it hearing Max catching her breath.

" Max?" you called out to her but she's not responsive and when you grabbed onto her small hand getting her attention. You know what's happening.

" Hey, hey, sweetheart" you brushed her hair away from her face, putting some strand behind her ear and took her small hand in yours putting it on your heart.

" You hear that?" her eyes are roaming around looking as she tries to grasp her breathing. " Count with me" you tell her, she shakily nods as she counts with you and it helps her calm down. Her breathing comes back and when it does, she turns to you and falls into your arms grasping your shirt with a whimper. Billy watches with a small smile on his face.

He loved how caring and gentle you were.

" Thank you Y/N" Max says as she pulls away from you. You stood back up as you turned to Billy. You made your way over to him brushing his tears away with your fingers.

" How are you doing?" It was a stupid question to ask but you needed to hear him talk.

" I don't know" he says but takes your hand in his as he laces his fingers with yours bringing it up to his lips. You were here. Your touch sends a warmth through him. He loved it when you two had moments like this.

" hey" you called out to him. He rose his head to meet your gaze. " You're safe with me, let's go for a drive?"

Billy nodded but you take the keys from him. You knew how to drive but you couldn't afford a car. Steve let you drive his BMW from time to time.

Max scoots to the back as Billy makes his way into the passenger side and you walked to the driver side. When you got in, you looked back at Max and then looked at Billy.

" The both of you are staying with me tonight, I'm telling my dad in the morning about Neil. I can't stand it anymore that the both of you have to go through this. Enough is enough. I care about you two way to much to let this go on, you hear me? This isn't happening anymore. My dad will make sure Neil will never touch you again. I promise you" your eyes locked with Billy as you speak.

Small arms wrap around from behind you and a hand laces their fingers with yours. Billy knew he had fallen for you, hard. You were his person and he was sure of it.

" Now about that drive?" you started the car as Max moved back into her seat and Billy eyes never left your face. His fingers traced over on top over your hand, you couldn't place what he was tracing until it hit you.

He was tracing a heart. This was his way of telling you he loves you. When you turn to look at him and the look in your eyes told him that the feeling was mutual, he couldn't help it but feel happier than he was in his life.

-

Your dad walked into the kitchen the following morning and stopped in his tracks seeing that two more people were in the kitchen. His eyes looked over to Billy who stood there looking at the ground with your hand on top of his and Max who sat with El at the table as they ate breakfast.

" What is going on?" He asks as he eyes you.

" Dad, I need to tell you something" He nods for you to continue but shoots a look at Billy. He knows who he is.

" I've been dating Billy for the past few months" your dad's eyes got wide as he opened his mouth to say something but you shook your head, " let me finish." Hopper closed his mouth as he waited.

" His dad has been abusing him and he came to me last night, it's not the first time this happened. I've been at his house and Neil raised his hand at Billy when I was there, I can't let it keep happening, dad. He makes me happy and I care about him a lot. Max is afraid to be in that house, Susan doesn't do anything"

" Is this true?" Hopper asks as he looks at Billy then at Max.

" Yes sir" Billy rose his head and Hopper finally saw the bruises on his face and the busted lip that you had cleaned up.

" Yes" Max answers.

Hopper puts on his hat as he makes his way over to Billy putting a hand on his shoulder, " I'll take care of this. You can stay here, but if you dare hurt my daughter in anyway. I'll hunt you down."

" Me too" El speaks up. You look down towards her knowing she's only saying that to protect you. " Me three" Max adds. You chuckled as you take Billy's hand in yours.

" You're always going to be safe with me" his blue eyes shined, a small whimper escapes from him as you wrap your arms around him. He buries his head into the crook of your neck as he wraps his arms around you.

" Thank you" you hear him whisper. Your finger draws a heart on his bare shoulder telling him you love him. His response is squeezing you tighter. He knows you love him and he knows you will keep him safe. He's thankful that you stepped into his life when you did and he was never going to let you go.

#billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove x you #Billy hargrove #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove stranger things #jewls writes

[antithcsis]

sort of jegulus, just an idea i randomly wrote out at three in the morning. open ending??? pt 1, 1.2k words (pt 2)

Regulus sighed as he placed another book on the shelf, his attention far away from whatever shelf he was restocking. Snow was drifting down slowly outside, the late-afternoon dark grey sky making the library seem much gloomier than usual.

The golden lights cast an orange-tinted hue across the shelves and tables, and the fireplace crackled gently in its hearth against the wall of the lounge area. The combination of both gave the large and ornate room a warm and comfortable feeling, but didn’t do much in terms of providing sufficient light. Each table had its own lamp, many of which were currently being used by students as they crammed to study for their finals.

Regulus would usually be one of the people sitting at a table in quiet panic, spending so much time there that he would surely be the last one to leave, but instead here he was, slowly making his way through the cart of books that needed to be returned to their rightful place.

He didn’t dislike his job. He really didn’t. If anything, it was the best job he could have right then as a university student, what with its flexible hours and low demands. He popped in four days a week, from noon until six p.m., then left and went back to his apartment. It was an easy schedule, one that allowed him to take his classes in the morning and do whatever he wanted in the evening, which was more than a lot of working students had. It’s just that, as he watched the first snowfall of the year through the large windows of the library, he found that he would much rather be outside, letting the flakes land in his hair and touch his skin with little pinpricks of cold.

Someone had once told him that the snow in his pitch black curls made it look like he had his own little galaxy swirling in his hair. He thought about that quiet observation every day.

So, every year when Fall slowly turned to Winter, when the weather started getting colder and the world started losing its colorful warmth, Regulus waited with bated breath for that first snowfall. He always made sure to be outside when it happened so he could let his little galaxy form atop his head and reminisce on what he thought were better days.

Placing the last book on its proper shelf, Regulus quickly put the cart away and steadily walked toward the front desk of the library.

“Ms. Pince,” he said as he put his hands flat on the desk in front of him.

“Yes, Mr. Black?” she replied almost tonelessly, her back to him and her head bent over whatever she was working on.

He steeled himself, not necessarily expecting being denied at his request but still preparing for it. Ms. Pince wasn’t known to be lenient. “Would I be able to leave a bit earlier today? I need to study for my finals and I’ve already finished unloading the returns cart.”

She slowly turned her head towards where he had placed the cart, lifting an eyebrow as she checked the watch on her wrist. “All right. The library closes in an hour, so I don’t see the harm. Will you be here tomorrow?”

The library closed at seven p.m. on the weekends, and given that it was a Saturday Regulus was right to think that it would work in his favor. He tried to suppress his little smile of triumph. “Yes, same time as today. My class ends at noon so I should get here at around quarter past.”

The librarian nodded and turned back to her project. “Have a good night, Mr. Black.”

“You as well, Ms. Pince. And thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.

She simply hummed in acknowledgement and Regulus all but sprinted towards the closet deemed as the “break room”. It consisted of wall to wall shelves filled with ancient and dusty tomes, with a newer addition of a small table, a chair, and some pegs haphazardly tacked onto the back of the door for coats and bags. The room was big enough to walk around in, even with the table, but it was so dusty back there that spending more than fifteen minutes in the room made Regulus’ throat run dry.

He shoved the door open, grabbed his things, then quickly walked towards the library’s side doors. No one really knew about them, given that they were hidden by some of the shelves, so you either found them by looking or accidentally stumbling upon them—which is exactly how Regulus had found them.

He put his coat on as he walked and looped his scarf around his throat tightly, then readjusted the strap of his bag as he opened the doors and stepped onto the freshly fallen snow.

It had been snowing incessantly for the past three hours, and Regulus had hoped it would be one of those first snowfalls that kept going for hours and hours, or at least until there was a decent amount sticking to the ground, and he was glad to see that this year was exactly like that.

Regulus smiled softly and tipped his head back, enjoying the quiet sound of snow falling on his face and the stillness the world around him seemed to adopt whenever winter arrived.

The side doors of the library opened up to a hidden area beside the building, a place Regulus liked to call the Statue Garden. The patch of grass was filled with statues of Greek gods and goddesses, all covered in green branches and moss as a result of the passing of time. Now though, now they were covered in a faint dusting of white, somehow making them look that much more regal.

Regulus closed his eyes against the falling flakes, a serene feeling spreading throughout his chest and slowly unknotting the anxiety that always resided heavily there.

A crunch of footsteps broke through the quiet making Regulus whip his head in the direction of the sound. The thick trees blocked him from seeing whoever was approaching, but soon enough they came into the clearing, causing Regulus to scowl when he saw who it was.

The person continued walking, completely unaware of Regulus standing mere feet away and making Regulus’ blood boil. Why couldn’t he have one moment of peace?

“Potter. What are you doing here?” Regulus snapped, hoping his expression conveyed how unhappy he was with what was happening.

James Potter staggered in his steps as he looked up, eyes and mouth wide with surprise. He looked like he'd seen a ghost—which, to be fair, he basically did. Regulus hadn’t seen James or his brother or any of their friends in almost a year and a half now, not since his birthday party last June.

Regulus scowled even harder at the memory, surely exuding waves of anger and bitterness. He raised a brow when James kept gawping at him, already tired of the conversation. The idiot hadn’t even spoken a word and Regulus was done. That had to be a record.

“Potter,” he repeated, this time more sternly to snap the other boy out of his stupor.

“Oh,” James breathed gently, “it’s you.”

#i might want to write more of it #winter!jegulus hold a special place in my heart #this is just a fun little thing #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #marauders #marauders era #library au #m writes

[thediktatortot]

It would be real nice if Billy Anti's practice what they preached.

Stay out of the Billy tag all together if it's that triggering for you. Why are you in there? Why do you want to make yourself upset? If you think we are such bad people who are so racist and so abusive and 'probably hurt our own siblings' then why do you stick around?

I don't go sitting in the TERF tag because I feel the need to make myself upset. I don't want to be upset, I want to be happy and live my life the way I want too and the last thing I would want to do is put something I know is going to get seen by the people I don't like in a place where they WILL see it.

It just doesn't make sense. Do you guys know how to have fun? I know shits hard right now in life, I really do, I've not had anything going for my life since I was about 16 and I realized I had ADHD and my life wasn't just hard because I was stupid & a Millennial who was somehow ruining everything for Boomers.

The world is dying, the corporate greed is off the charts and the white Fascist Nazis are taking more and more important rolls in our life every day all over the world.

So please tell me, why do you guys want to spend what little time we have to enjoy ourselves and have fun, wanting to hurt yourselves?

Stop triggering yourself if that's really the issue, and if all you want to do is be mean to people because you feel out of control in your life and you feel like there's something you should be doing to 'make things better' then take a step back and look at yourself.

You're not making anything better by bullying and harassing people online. That will change absolutely nothing for anyone.

No ones going to get better at being anti-racist because you decided to bully someone online for liking something you don't.

No one's going to be better humans and stop killing queer and black people because you doxxed some random artist in another fascist country for drawing fictional people.

No one's going to stop the pay gaps from continuing to rise because you decided to joke around with a corporate social media and told people to kill themselves for buying something they have to use in their every day life.

No one's going to start housing homeless people and stop murdering Trans people on the street because you decided to call out someone for being racist or homophobic on a blog post and subsequently got them booted offline because all their accounts are now locked.

It doesn't do anything.

It just hurts more people and creates more hurt people who hurt people. It does nothing. You aren't being activists at all and nine out of ten times you are hurting someone who is trying to do better and trying, just like you, to just survive.

If you want to make a difference in the world, take care of yourself. Do better FOR YOU and people around you will want to do better too.

You can't force people to do better. You can't force people to want to be better. People have to want to allow themselves to start getting better and it can be hard for people to let their old pain go and start to change because change is fucking hard.

You don't get change with being a dick online. You get change by helping people want to be better, teaching people better ways of existing, SHOWING them how just being a nicer human can make your life so much easier.

Stress is a killer man, I've been having panic attacks since I was a teenager and let me tell you, it doesn't get any easier. You want to make yourself a happier place to surround yourself with because no one is going to do it for you.

If you want to see a difference in the world, then do something that can make a difference. Volunteer in your community, raise a drive for people in need, find a study that you are interested in that can be expanded upon for the benefit of the world, teach yourself a new skill that can save you money on plastics and gas, read a book by an author who has nothing in common with you, talk to people.

We aren't all singular units out here guys, we are a community and we are a people who go through bad shit all the time and we should be trying to help each other get to a better place in our lives, no matter what.

#Billy Hargrove #Billy Hargrove Anti #Aren't you tired? #Tator Rants #Fandom Critical #Fandom Wank #Non Fandom

[sweet-citrus-candy]

airport crush ft. lev haiba

summary: at the airport you spot a cute silver haired boy and you absolutely must get his number! but as you walk run away you realize you forgot to ask for it :(

warnings: none! but i do sometimes add little comments in parentheses- i can’t help it lmao (also this is during high school era!)

this is another silly little fic based off a dream i had (in my dream the lady at the gate’s desk had a vision of the plane crashing but it never did thankfully)

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*beep beep*

“eurgh what’s that sound? it’s so loud and annoying,” you think to yourself groggily.

fumbling your hand around with your eyes still closed, you find the source of the irritating noise. instead of opening your eyes to press one of the buttons on the phone screen, you silence the alarm by clicking the power button.

turning onto your side and adjusting the blanket, you sigh and then mutter to no one in particular, “five more minutes.”

you doze off once more until,

*beep beep*

you wake up again, but this time you begrudgingly sit up even though the comfortable bed calls to you and urges you to stay asleep.

“man, how do morning people exist??”

as you sit there wondering why in the world you would choose to get up at 8 in the morning, you realize that you have a flight today. wait a minute… you have a flight to catch?! at 8 am?! no wait- the flight is at 12 pm, so you have plenty of time. your heart calms down; no need to panic (too late for that lmao)! although getting ready 4 hours early seems ridiculous, you want to make sure there’s no chance of you missing the plane (which is some sort of phenomenon that seems to overtake dads- someone should do a study on this behavior…).

opening your phone, you read through your notifications and double check that the person dropping you off at the airport and the other person picking you up are still available. rolling out of bed and putting on cozy slippers, you trudge over to the bathroom to do your morning routine. washing your face helps you wake up, and you feel more ready for the day’s events.

when you walk back into your room, you put on the outfit you decided to wear to the airport. sweatpants and a t-shirt will be comfortable to wear during a long flight, and you make sure to have a sweatshirt as well in case the person next to you decides to blast their ac. perhaps it isn’t the most fashionable, but it doesn’t really matter as many other people also dress for comfort on long trips.

grabbing your phone, you head downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast. when you finish, you double check to make sure you have your ticket and passport, and that your suitcase is entirely packed. the few items that aren’t packed yet, like your toothbrush, will go into your carry-on.

your friend drives you to the airport and hugs you goodbye with promises to keep in touch until you see each other again.

inside the airport, you check in with the airline and go through security. now you have a little over two hours to explore before having to board the plane. as you ride the moving walkway, you wonder where you should go to pass the time. in the distance you see an array of stores, ranging from selling souvenirs to books and magazines. you don’t feel the need to buy any souvenirs yet, but you still want to look around. there are a lot of fun trinkets to look at and play with, and it’s always a fun game to see if any of the keychains have your name on them.

as you look at the variety of magnets to consider adding to your collection, you notice something bright red out of the corner of your eye. you turn your head, curious as to what caught your attention. the thing in question turns out to be a jacket. a sports jacket to be more specific. the back reads “nekoma”.

you wonder whether or not you have seen that name before. after pondering for a good minute, you remember seeing a section in the newspaper mentioning the school. something about a “garbage war”. or was it a “trash fight”? “dumpster battle” maybe?

sneaking another glance at the person wearing the red jacket, your jaw drops. he’s so tall! and his legs seem to go on for miles! “he must be an olympian or something” you think, amazed by his height.

you turn to look back at the magnets after admiring his tall figure when you do a double take. how did you not notice his hair the first two times you stared at him? it’s a beautiful silver color, making you wonder how you could have missed a detail like that. not a lot of people have entirely silver hair at a young age.

your staring must have made the person feel like they are being watched, because the next moment he looks up and tries to figure out who was looking at him with such intensity.

you don’t react quickly enough, resulting in your eyes meeting. you can feel your face heat up instantly, but the person only smiles and waves. not only that, he starts walking in your direction?!

“hi, my name is lev! were you looking at me?”

“uh yeah haha,” you say a bit nervously because you got caught, “i’m y/n.”

your breath is taken away as you notice his mesmerizing emerald green eyes and sharp facial features. “damn is he a model or an olympian? or both?” you mutter to yourself.

lev heard you and laughed; “neither actually! i do play volleyball at school though! i’m a first year!”

“WHAT? FIRST YEAR? NO WAY!” you exclaim. more calmly you add on, “i’m also a first year”.

“so what school do you go to? i go to nekoma high in tokyo!” lev says excitedly.

“oh, i go to ________ (any of the other schools besides nekoma),” you respond.

“no way! their volleyball team is really good! i’ll make sure to beat them though as soon as i’m nekoma’s ace!”

“woah you must be pretty good then! the only times i played volleyball was in gym class hahah. must be more fun to be on an actual team, right?”

“sure is! i’m what they call an outside hitter, or a spiker. a lot of people prefer to be called outside hitters, but i don’t mind either one. they both sound cool!”

“oh wow that position is really admirable! i would love to see it in person sometime!”

“you should definitely come to one of my games! we have one coming up pretty soon actually. i’ll send you the details as soon as i get them. here’s my numb-”

“LEV! are you in here?! come on we’ve got to go now or we’ll miss the plane!” someone calls out from the entrance of the souvenir store.

“oh shoot, that’s right! nice meeting you, but i’ve got to go! bye!” he waves smiling.

“have a safe flight!” you respond cheerfully.

remembering that you also have a flight soon, you pull out your phone to check the time. oh no, they’re going to start boarding soon! as you exit the store and run towards the gate, you realize that you didn’t get a chance to exchange numbers with lev.

there wasn’t anytime to worry about that though, since they had begun boarding the passengers. the best solution you could come up with at the moment was to just keep an eye out for any upcoming matches via the internet.

you reach the gate which luckily wasn’t too far away, and pull out your ticket and passport.

“will group c please board the plane. group c. thank you,” comes a voice on the announcement intercom.

this is your group. group a is for priority flyers such as first class whilst group b is for business class. groups c and past are for economy.

you give your ticket to the person scanning them and show them your passport. they confirm your registration and tell you to have a safe flight.

you take a seat near the back of the plane and turn your phone on airplane mode. you rummage around your carry-on looking for a book before placing your bag on the ground under your seat. you decide you’re going to read and listen to music for a bit before putting on a movie to entertain yourself during the long flight.

the flight attendants begin to make their mandatory safety announcement, so you close your book and place it beside you on the empty seat.

as they’re nearing the end of the buckle demonstration, your line of sight is interrupted by a silver blob in the seat a few rows ahead of you. you blink a few times. it’s still there. you lean forward a little to try and see what it is. wait… why does it look familiar? lev? no it couldn’t be. could it? you decide to wait until the light indicating seat belts must be worn turns off before investigating.

when you’re allowed to get up, you start moving towards the silvery blob, pretending to go to the bathroom. you can’t see the person’s face well from the angle you’re at, so you tap the person’s shoulder.

“excuse me, but-“

“oh sorry am i-“

“it’s you!” both of you say at the same time.

you didn’t recognize lev at first because he had changed out of his sports jacket and into a cozy sweatshirt.

“i can’t believe you’re on my plane! it’s like fate since we didn’t get a chance to share numbers,” he says beaming.

“yeah! i’m really surp-“

“hey kiddos, sorry to interrupt but you’re hogging the aisle,” says a sweet old man.

“oh i’m so sorry! i didn’t notice!” you respond hastily, “come sit next to me lev.”

“won’t we get in trouble for switching seats?” he asks while getting up (no hesitation whatsoever- head empty. he’s ready to do whatever you say).

“not on this airline. don’t worry i’ve flown with them before and they allow it.”

“can i have the aisle seat? it’ll be easier for me to get up if i need to go to the bathroom or something.”

“yeah sure. i don’t mind at all,” you say.

you place your book back into your bag and sit in the previously empty seat.

“thanks for keeping my seat warm,” he teases.

“anything for you, your majesty,” you joke back.

you continue talking to lev and cracking jokes for a good hour or so. honestly, you’re not sure how much time has passed, and you don’t really care. the two of you eventually put on a movie, and although you don’t usually fall asleep during them, you start to feel your eyes close. it was a busy day today, and you’re exhausted.

“can i lean my head on your arm?” you ask.

“hm can i hold your hand if i let you?”

“mm yeah,” you say as your face heats up.

you’re glad that you decided to browse the souvenir shop before boarding the plane. meeting lev was definitely worth waking up incredibly early.

#lev haiba #haiba lev #haikyuu lev #hq lev #lev x reader #lev haiba x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu fluff #haikyu x reader #lev fluff #airport #haikyu drabble #haikyu oneshots #hq x y/n #hq headcanons #hq x reader #hq

[fea21]

The fact that these two can have the perfect kissing moment without actually kissing is astonishing. They are the embodiment of "just a friend". They are literally two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly and I think that adds on to their mountain of way they should ignore their feelings and act like they're fine just being friends. Their perfect relationship that gives off old couple vibes stems from what I think is understanding each other's boundaries, connection from a similar goal of stopping ghosts from hurting others and being able to communicate true their eyes.

Lockwood and Lucy both Have had their fair share of disagreements together but they never purposely crossed a boundary when it's set. Lockwood says he doesn't like talking about his past or keeping one room in the house lock from everyone and Lucy respects even though she shows curiosity she never presses him on it or tries to figure out his past. Lucy only reminds him that if he wants to open up she is there to listen even though she does show frustration when he blows her off I think she only a to tha way because after all she went true with nori putting herself out there is a hurdle she still working on overcoming but still trying her best to not push him to far. Same with Lockwood talking about your past is a foreign subject to him he still tries his best to understand Lucy and even apologize when he realizes the reason he didn't know about Lucy best friend who was ghost locked was because he didn't ask . When he puts her in the spotlight and doesn't release how he's been making her feel suffocated he apologizes and explains the way he acted that way and had real productive conversations even telling her he believes her about being able to talk to leave 3 ghost. They both have crossed each other's boundaries but learnt from their mistakes and handled it like mature adults.

Their common goal for being ghost hunters is what brought them together all their trauma comes from ghosts whether a host caused it or the ghost hunting life caused it. Lockwood was orphans because of ghost and it explains his animosity toward them and only wanting to finish a job not really caring about how or way the ghost died or way when he saw the silhouette of the man who died in there door way he seems so bothered by it's glow. Lucy even with being forced into the business by her mom losing her education best friend who was her only real family and her "normal" life she wanted to pretend she had she still cares for this ghost when she sees they need closure or help. They both do this business whether it so save the live they couldn't save or because they where forced into it with no way out they've both bonded over the sleepless nights in the kitchen studying ghost patents and old news posters. They both got into this business for not so happy reasons but it seems to have brought them the perfect person to be happy with.

They have communicated many times but the way they are just able to look at each other's eyes and know what the others think no matter what they say on the outside. Without question they are a walking 😍 emoji when left alone together. Luce can calm him when his panics just by looking eyes with him. He can calm her with just quick contact and a smile. They both could just sit together barely speaking and just lovingly look at each other no matter what going on Lockwood always is trying to find an excuse to look at her and even forget that her been staring at her. Luce has probably already over analysed how Lockwood talks of his jacket or how he plays with his hair. Lockwood already memories the different shades of orange and browns in Lucy's eyes. How do these two seem to give out more romance than a smut book with only 10 seconds of eye contact these two making eye contact should be rated R because of all the sexual tension between them. If there is a power outage just have Luce and Lockwood make eye contact the sparks will keep u running for years no more electric bill. This two will forever be my most love and hated ship for how much romance they go be out but how frustratingly slow they are

-L

#lockwood and co netflix #locklyle #l&co #george karim #lucy carlyle #lockwood and co #lockwood #lockwood and co series #netflix lockwood and co #lockwood and lucy #anthony lockwood #romance #lovers #anelise

[boytumms]

Hi! I wrote the story about the magical stomach/intestine filling contents! The one with the competitive eater from about two months ago

So, a story about magical stuffing

Two guys sat in their college dorms, bored out of their minds. One, Adam, was training to become a mage, the other, Mason, training to be an alchemist on top of already being a mage. Both were in their second semester of schooling, being fairly new to their trades.

“Dude, I’m so bored,” Mason said, sighing as he looked at the mage. “Do you have any ideas for what we could do to pass the time? Neither of us have classes for the rest of the day either,” Mason said, looking at his watch for a moment.

Adam shrugged, looking at his pile of text books for a moment. “I have a test in one of my classes tomorrow if you’d like to help me study?” Adam asked, picking up one of his books as he spoke.

“Sure. You’re grades suck anyway,” Mason teased, laughing as Adam punched his arm. “Alright, I’ll help you. What’s this test on anyway?” Mason asked, sitting up a little as he spoke.

“It’s on portals. My teacher is going to ask me to open two portals to transport small objects from one side to the other. I just have trouble with accuracy placing the portals, that’s all,” Adam said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“That’s easy. Just focus super hard on where you want the two portals to show up, even if it’s simply in this room,” Mason said, pointing to the space around them. Adam seemed to think for a moment before he nodded, looking in his textbook for a moment.

Mason watched as Adam casted the spell, smiling when he saw that a small portal had appeared in front of Adam. “That’s great! Now you need to make the second portal appear,” Mason said, cheering his friend on.

Adam seemed confused though, checking his book and mumbling words. “Both are supposed to show up at the same time. It’s gotta be close by, let’s look,” Adam said, standing and beginning to search the room.

The two guys looked for nearly half an hour, but couldn’t find it anywhere. Adam and Mason sat back on the couch, thinking for a moment on how to find this mysterious portal.

“Well, what if we put something into the portal? Something safe in case it’s somewhere nearby or by someone? I’ll go get the cookies I made earlier. Those shouldn’t harm anybody,” Mason said, standing to grab the food from the kitchen.

Adam stared at the small portal, wondering if he should close this set of portals and open a new set. The problem was, he hadn’t learnt that spell yet. But he could probably find it somewhere in his text books.

Mason came back in, interrupting his thinking as he held a plate of cookies. “Let’s see if we can find the portal,” Adam said, picking up a cookie and holding it over the portal.

Adam dropped it, waiting a moment to see if anything happened. Both the guys looked around for a mysterious cookie, listening for the cookie dropping in case it was somewhere else. Adam grabbed two more and dropped them into the portal, again looking around.

Adam paused for a moment, looking at his stomach as he felt a little bit of food settle. Could the portal have placed itself inside of his stomach? Adam dropped several more cookies in the portal, his suspicions being confirmed as he felt the cookies settle in his stomach.

“The portal is inside me! I felt the cookies go into my stomach! Mason, I don’t know how to reverse this spell yet! What do I do?” Adam asked, looking at his roommate as he began to panic. Mason set the cookies on the table, grabbing his friend’s shoulders with the most excited look on his face.

“Sorry, but I’ve snuck through your journal a few times. You like stuffing yourself, right? Let me do it for you,” Mason said, dropping some more cookies into the portal. Adam paused at the words as he felt the cookies settle inside, the idea actually sounding rather pleasant since it had been awhile since Adam had had time to himself.

“Only if you stop when I say so. I know my limits and I really don’t want to die today,” Adam said, his cheeks turning pink as he spoke. Mason picked up the cookies and dumped the rest of the plate in the portal, making Adam groan slightly at the feeling.

“Alright. Why don’t you sit on the couch while I get more food? I’ll be doing the work today,” Mason said, smiling as he took the plate back to the kitchen. Adam would’ve been lying if he didn’t say he was nervous, wondering if it was going to be ok to let someone else do it.

After thirty minutes, the front door was knocked on. Mason answered and payed for the fast food he ordered, turning around with a beaming smile after closing the door. “Here’s the food! I got a lot so we can stuff you nice and round,” Mason said with a smile, picking up a cheeseburger out of one of the bags.

Mason placed the whole cheeseburger in the portal before Adam could say anything, the mage huffing a little at the sudden weight of the burger. Adam watched as his stomach seemed to press out slightly, rubbing his stomach a little as he felt comfortable full. Mason repeated this process with four more hamburgers, Adam rubbing his stomach as it bloated little by little.

Adam was now uncomfortably full, rubbing his small bump of a belly for a moment. He looked up when he heard the pop of a soda being opened, his eyes widening as Mason began pouring a two liter Sprite in the portal. Adam felt the carbonation in his stomach, watching as his poor stomach doubled in size. He immediately began burping, the carbonation slowly inflating his already full stomach.

Mason didn’t waste any time before he picked up another bag, opening it and pulling out some French fries. He dumped in container after container, not leaving room for Adam to say anything as he felt the food mash into his stomach with the soda and burgers. The mage was still a burping mess, sighing as he felt the carbonation finally go away.

Adam gingerly pressed against his stomach, sighing as he saw the small food baby that rested in his stomach. “Alright, I think I’m done. That was a lot of food,” Adam said, rubbing his stomach as he spoke. His shirt definitely fit more snuggly now, but it wasn’t tight. Mason didn’t like that.

He picked up another burger, looking at if for a moment before he put it in the portal. “I was gonna have a few, but you seem to need them more,” Mason said, watching as Adam stared in horror. Mason added five more cheeseburgers after that, watching as Adam became a moaning mess. Ten cheeseburgers definitely wasn’t a light meal.

Adam’s stomach was now gently tugging at his shirt, the male panting slightly at the pressure in his stomach. Even his sweat pants were beginning to slide under the curved dome of his stomach. But that didn’t stop Mason, he seemed to be enjoying it too much. He opened another two liter of sprite, watching as Adam shook his head no.

Mason poured the Sprite anyway, watching Adam hold his distended abdomen as his stomach gurgled and bloated more. Adam’s shirt slowly slid up as his stomach expanded, burping soon emerging from Adam’s mouth.

“This is how it’s done, but you’re not even close to what I have for you,” Mason said, grabbing some more food as he spoke. This process went on for another hour, Adam complaining as he was force fed more food. Mason gave him the last of the food, sitting on the couch next to Adam.

“There, all done. Now look at you, you’re so helpless,” Mason said, chuckling as he placed his hand on Adam’s large stomach. He had placed so much solid food, that his stomach was going to take awhile to break down the burgers he had fed him whole.

Mason sat next to Adam and immediately began to massage at the tender abdomen of his friend, watching as Adam visibly relaxed. “That feels so freaking good…” Adam said, slowly falling asleep as Mason continued to help the food work through his system.

“Let’s do this again another time. Just let me digest this first,” Adam said drowsily, eventually falling asleep as Mason continued to massage his swollen abdomen. Mason could only chuckle, knowing that this would’ve happened anyway, even if Adam didn’t want it too.

AKNDJABDNABS HELLO AGAIN!!! Thank you for sending in another story, I do love me some magic stuffing :)))

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